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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/21/2017 6:26:25 PM
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*Sapphire drifted toward the ship, protected from the cold vacuum of space by her sealed suit of armor.*
*She had recently become interested in space scavenging, not entirely as a source of money but as a hobby too. A scanner array she had set up in her apartment picked up on the ship’s signal and she used a teleportation device lifted from Sketch’s tech stash to place herself near the source.*
*She silently touched against an airlock, looking for a way to open it.*
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It was sealed tight, but the control panel beside the door looked relatively intact. The problem would be finding a way to power it, and just electrocuting it would likely just fry the circuits. There was what looked like an outline of a panel a few meters from the small console, and past that a good bit was a hole blown into the side of a still-intact portion of the cargo vessel. From the distance though, it was likely separated from the cargo hold. Sapphire would have to find a way in quick if she wanted to have at least some ease navigating the functioning parts of the wrecked ship. Who know's what she'd find? Despite the Corpus mainly operating within the Sol System, they were still known as a bastion of technology and resources. In other words, they were loaded. Whatever was in the cargo hold must be worth it.
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*She let go of the ship, her jump pack pushing her toward the panel with a couple of puffs. She examined it, trying to see if she could remove it somehow.*
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Two things were immediately noticeable. The first was that the panel seemed to have a release lock embedded in the side. The second was that it appeared to require power to open. Since there weren't any switches or buttons anywhere, peeking inside the wreck would be the next ideal option.
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*She shrugged and moved away to a flat area of the hull that didn’t seem to have anything important. She unhooked two halves of a large ring and clicked them together. She stuck the ring to the hull and pressed a button.* *Though she couldn’t see it, the ring used spikes to anchor itself into place. A green light blinked to show that it was ready. She hesitated before pressing another button. She only had one of these and wasn’t sure she wanted to use it yet.* *She moved away, searching for windows or anything else that could let her know what was inside.*
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Well, aside from the multitude of gaping holes in the hull of the ship, there was a good number of still intact reinforced glass windows here and there, usually next to a hallway of some sort. Meanwhile, the Tenno inside the stasis pod was finally coming to his senses, deciding the best course of action was to bang his helmet on the glass repeatedly. The bulky warframe he had on helped with the reasoning behind said course of action, specifically the three spikes on the forehead armor plate.
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*Sapphire, drifted back to the ring. Though there were holes, none were big enough for her armor to fit through. She hit the button and a bright orange light circled the space within it. She moved out of the way just before the disk was ejected into the blackness.* *She drifted in, the new hole being just large enough to accommodate her size.*
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The ghostly ship was a wreck inside. Everything looked scorched to some degree, and there was no end to the floating corpses of crewmen and robots. Either the reactor had blown, or something had fried the ship. Lights would occasionally flicker on and off, revealing details in certain areas. The cargo hold was down a set of lit hallways, conveniently, and there seemed to be a locked door at the end of the hall. Alternatively, there seemed to be a hatch leading to what was labeled as a secondary bridge. That's where the signal must've been coming from, as whatever main bridge the ship had had been blown off, drifting elsewhere in orbit.
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*She drifted around the bodies and robots, reaching the hatch to the secondary bridge. She tried to open it and peer inside.*
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It swiveled open with ease before simply snapping off the hinges, floating loosely. Inside were more bodies and a few active consoles, each of them full of alerts and status reports saying how badly the ship was damaged. This room would hold some useful information.
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*She moved to the consoles, searching for information on what the ship was carrying and possibly what had happened.*
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The only useful information the consoles provided was a password to open the cargo bay and an update on the time left until life support shut off. There wasn't long until the cargo room became a vacuum just like the rest of space. That also raised the question of why life support was still active in the cargo room at all. What could possibly be there that demanded such attention?
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*She repeats the password in her head a few times before heading back to the cargo bay. She gazed around the interior of the ship as she moved, staring at the bodies and avoiding them out of respect.* *When she reached the door to the cargo bay, she typed in the code and hit enter.*
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The door opened with a swish, opening into an airlock room. The other door looked locked shut, as was protocol. The code should also work for that door too, but not when the outer door was still open. A console in the center of the room was where the code would have been placed, but it was lacking power.
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*She closed the door behind her and moved to the door. She hit it lightly, knowing that’s always the first thing to try when restoring power to something.*
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Oddly enough, the knock on the door yielded no response from anything whatsoever. At all. A bit of a bummer, but oh well. Space was space. The few lights remaining on flickered twice overhead, signaling the slow draining of power throughout this sector of the torn ship. Aside from the low buzz of the lights, there wasn't any sound. The silence was rather eerie, foreboding even. Despite the door in the way however, the sounds of banging could be heard from inside the cargo room, even if it did sound dull and muffled. After a moment or two, it went silent, only to be interrupted by a brief shattering of glass. The lights then flickered again, followed by the door behind Sapphire locking and sealing. The artificial gravity in the small room then kicked back on causing Sapphire to land on her feet with a metallic thud as her boots hit the floor. The console beeped to life as well, a few lines of code slipping by before it returned to it's normal interface.
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*Sapphire had heard nothing, not even the door as it slid closed behind her. She did, on the other hand, notice the artificial gravity that had abruptly made itself known when she landed on her head and fell to the ground with a series of clangs.* *She scrambled back to her feet, looking at the now functional panel with immense confusion. [i]What the hell just happened?[/i]
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Something hissed nearby as air began flowing into the vacuum which was currently the airlock, a light on the console turning from red, to yellow, and finally to green. With that, the now unlocked door slid open, revealing the intact, but rather messy, cargo bay. Across the room by a smashed-up stasis pod was a tall, armored individual. After a few seconds of examination, the entirety of the person's armor seemed to cover their whole body, with thicker plating on the thighs, arms, shoulders, calves, and chest. The helmet was of similar design, sleek yet squarish, with three horns of the same material adorning the top of it. The Warframe was tippity typing away at a separate console. He hadn't noticed Sapphire yet, and likely wouldn't until he was finished doing whatever it was he was doing.
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*She only stood there and stared at it, unsure what to do. Sapphire took a step forward and cleared her throat.* [u]Uhmm... This your ship, mister?[/u]
