Time of Thrawn Options

[Lady Door]

Hal's eyes widen at O'olan's words and then even more at Rands'. Her voice is strangely high pitched, verging on tremulous.
There doesn't have to be bodies! Or bones! Why do you have to be like that? You don't have to say that! Besides, it's probably not blood... it's probably like oil... or grease. I mean, probably had mechanical problems right? Had a bunch of oily men running back and forth into the main cabin, right? Splashing oil everywhere. Makes perfect sense.
Her eyes go from O'olan to Rand and then to Daylin. She looks longer at Daylin, almost as if she's trying to catch hold of her sanity in his steady gaze.
Ohhh... I can't do this. Help me, D. Help me.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin looks back over his shoulder at Hal. He hesitates for a moment, then nods.

Could be oil.

He looks forward again as he moves on slowly, watching the gand.

How could I forget she's not made for this? Probably never seen a body body before, much less dozens. She wasn't in the Clone Wars. Wasn't in the Rebellion. This is all new to her. Take it slow.

That Rand kid better hold together. I can't keep them both from falling apart.

...Something about that Gand too.... this isn't the time to test it though...

[NerfHerder]

As we get closer to the door the more Gand is convinced it is blood on the blast door. It is covered at the bottom and smeared as it goes up. Something happened here that someone did not survive. We may find those remains you were asking about Rand. You may want to turn away Captain, until we determine the way is clear. Hit the deck if you hear blaster fire.

We will be hard pressed to come out of this alive if we have two people freaking out on us. At least Daylin is old enough to have seen a little action in his life, if the way he moves is any indication.

O'olan unholsters his heavy blaster, pointing it at the blast door, waiting for someone to pop the door.

[Lady Door]

For a long time, Hal simply stares at the Gand. Her face is expressionless and pale. Finally, she speaks,
I. Don't. Like. You.
Without another word she turns back to the blaster door and stares at the 'oil' stains.

[ludomastro]

Daylin finds the controls and opens the access panel. The controls allow the door to open without problems. The smell of old, stale death rolls out of the engineering bay. The lights are out so the bay is dark. The little light spilling over from the suits and handheld lights shows the entryway and the back of one of the consoles.

[NerfHerder]

[ Spoiler ]

Are the blood traces still all over the place?

O'olan slowly steps in the blast door, looking all around, left, right, up, and at the floor as he goes. He steps to the right of the control panel to get a better view of the room.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin follows, signaling Hal to hold back. His blaster pistol is drawn, althouhg he's not expecting to have to use it here. He does a sweep wth his flashlight in his other hand to get a look at the surroundings, looking for anything he can use to get power restored.

[Lady Door]

Hal chokes back a gag at the sudden stench. Pulling her own blaster pistol from her belt... Great, Hal. Just great. They're dead... what are you going to do? Make them more dead?! she eases into the doorway.
Taking a look around, she waits for Daylin and O'olan to move further into the room.
What are you doing?! YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN!! Get over yourself and get your butt in there!!
Hal takes a deep breath to steady herself and moves into the room, following the beam of Daylin's flashlight.

[ludomastro]

As Daylin and O'olan move around the room, they discover the source of the decay. There are three bodies, skeletons truly, in a position that suggests they were hiding behind the console when they died. The consoles otherwise appear to be in working order.

O'olan

[ Spoiler ]

Yeah, whatever it is, there is a little more here; however, it is nowhere near as much as what is found outside.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin holsters his balster, confident that O'olan will watch his back. He moves to the console to bring up the controls, and see if he can get he power brought up.

Maybe the action will keep Hal's mind off the bodies. Told the girl to stay there.

He carefully but clamly moves aside any bodies in the way. He takes a moment to reach out with his senses for anything else there.

Sense Force 1D6+6 +1D6 for taking an extra round
2,4 = 7 + 6 = 13

[Lady Door]

Hal moves up behind Daylin, eyeing the console. Do you think we'll be able to get pow... Ohhh... Hal's voice trails off as she notices Daylin's foot nudging a body further under the console.
A body. There's a body under the console, D. Why is there a body under the console? Hal's voice goes flat. Emotionless. She stares at the slightly protruding leg bone of the skeleton.

[fistandantilus4....]

Because that's where he died Hal.

He knows he sounds harsh, but it's hard to keep calm enough to multitask, much less keep his emotions under wraps enough to calll on the Force.

Don't worry. he's 300 years beyond caring. He belongs to the Force now.

[Lady Door]

Hal looks up at Daylin, the first flicker of emotion on her face.
The Force? Seriously? You're going with the Force as a way to make me feel better? She rolls her eyes.
Okay... so bodies... right. She takes a deep breath. Can we tell how they died? I mean, I don't think we should be touching ANYTHING until we know that something we do here isn't going to kill us.

[fistandantilus4....]

Annoyance doesn't so much 'creep' into his voice as walk boldly in.

Alright then, Captain, why don't you check the bodies while I work on getting the power up?

[NerfHerder]

They are beyond helping now, but their positioning may tell us much about what happened here so many years ago. Try not to move them any more than you have to, Gand would like to investigate further when we have power, until then Gand will guard while you get the console opperational.

[Ophis]

Great move chucklehead, you're upsetting Hal.

As the others enter the room Rand glances briefly inside then positions himself halfway into the door squatting down, his heavy blaster pistol out, shifting steadily with his view as he scans the corridor. His body language suggests a readiness to move, this seems a familiar thing to him,

[Unarmed]

Kolbacca wanders around the empty corridors of the ship, and eventually arrives at the bridge. She slumps into one of the chairs there, and takes a bite of old republic rations that she'd grabbed from the 'mess hall' earlier. The droid follows at her heels all the way.

Grrowr... arrahrah... Gnnnah.

Madam, I do not know why they never make wookie-sized space suits.

Rrrrarr! Grrr... Arrrowr.

Well, I'm not happy to be stuck in here with you, either!

Grr! Arrrahgrr! Nnnayh!

The droid leaves the bridge, disheartened. It mutters at a low volume. Of all the beings that could have purchased me, I get stuck with the most foul-mouthed wookie in the galaxy...

Kolbacca fiddles with the comms a bit, to see if she can hear what's going on over on the derelict spacecraft.

[ludomastro]

Kolbacca is able to tune in to the chatter between the suits without much difficulty. Seven continues muttering until it reaches a convenient spot to recharge. With a great deal of sarcasm, for a droid anyway, it says, Master, unless you need me, I will be 'sleeping'.

Daylin is able to figure out the controls. The engineering for these type of controls has not changed much in 300 years. Just as easily as he has done in the past, he is able to bring the internal sensors on-line and bring up emergency power. The main power is showing a fault at a near-by junction. The bridge and other command areas in the forward portion of the ship are still without power. The board does not indicate why.

[ Spoiler ]

There are no additional presences in the Force. If possible, the sense of the previous presence is somewhat diminished.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin works at restoring life support and identifying the fault so he can see what the issue is specifically.

[ludomastro]

The sensors indicate there are several micro-breaches in the outer hull. The bulkhead is holding and the computer indicates that the blast doors can be sealed against vacuum in most locations. In the few places that they can't, the standard doors will provide about a 99% effective air seal. Computer indicates life support can be safely restored; however, it includes a suggestion to close of the offending decks manually. There are repair kits available in the lockers.

There is no information about the junction malfunction. The computer provides a schematic of the location.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin brings up a holo display of the sites, and downloads it to his datapad, while pointing out the doors that they need to close.

We should check out that junction while we're here. I'm restarting the life support in just a second. I'll leave the extra oxygen for now, just in case we need it. First though I want to see why the power is off in the first place.

Daylin checks the engineering logs to see if the power went off automatically as a safety precaution, if it was switched off, or if it was something else entirely.

[ludomastro]

The Engineering logs are jumbled; however, there is a holo entry that appears to still be intact. It shows a haggard looking human male, mid 30s, with more dirt and grit than an engineer should have. His image tells the following story.


May the Force be with us.... I don't know how much longer we can hold out. Our food is gone and the water is going. Rachus, says he can hear the damned thing talking to him. I don't know if I can trust him anymore. Oh, may the Force have mercy, why did I sign up for this haul. I could have had a vacation on Coruscant.


The transmission is interrupted by a rather crazed looking fellow screaming, We must bow to the will of the One!

There is a struggle and several out of focus people from off the screen jump the individual and beat him down. The recording ends.

[Lady Door]

Hal's face falls slightly at Daylin's tone. She opens her mouth to say something but then shuts it quickly and kneels down to inspect the bodies. Finding no apparent physical damage, Hal struggles back to her feet.
There's no... um, physical damage... to the...bodies. Not that I can see anyway. So, not a blaster battle. Possibly... She looks around at the darkened control room and then sighs. But, then what do I know? There wasn't a class in this at the Academy... or maybe there was. Hell, if there was I missed it.

Hal's attention is diverted by the sudden appearance of the hologram. Watching it is gut-wrenching and for a moment the need to wretch is back with a force. Holding onto D's arm she waits for a moment before finally steadying herself.
What in the... what would make someone do that? A hallucinogen pumped into the air supply maybe? Some kind of toxin? Cabin fever?

[NerfHerder]

The will of the One? That doesn't seem to make any sense.

You bring up a good point Captain. Daylin, run a diagnostic on the contents of the life support system before starting it if you can.


If these people were beat to death that could explain the blood splatter, but why would there be more outside the blast doors than in? At least Rand looks to be holding up fairly well. Thats one less thing I have to worry about, although that could change any time...

Gand would like to take a look at the bodies, Rand will you keep an eye out for a moment?

O'olan moves over to the bodies and takes note of their positions, what way they are facing and, leaning over further, examines the bones themselves, looking for tiny hairline fractures or outright cracks that may give any idea as to the cause of death, he also checks the surrounding area for any clothing scraps or remains of tools they may have been carrying.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin nods and runs the diagnostic before switching the system on.

If there's something dangerous still here, I'm quickly rethinking the notion that salvaging this should could be a 'good idea'. Good thing Kolbacca is still aboard the Hawk. Something did this and I suspect that something is still here.Spores maybe?

Spacers get cabin fever, but they usually know what to watch for. A big freighter like this makes stops, so it's unliekly anyway. I'm checking the system, especially for any kind of spores. We should keep in mind Captain that whatever caused this may still be on board. it might not be anything sentient but it could still be dangerous. Let's not get to attached to this wreck.

If this thing has ben floating out here for three centuries, there's also the very real possibility that we're not the first to find it. Others may have as well and fallen victim to whatever killed the original crew. Maybe not. But take some time to pay attention to the clothing and equipment on any of the bodies.