Derelict

[Ignasius Van-Derveld]

@Magena Dray | @Jimmy Nkemdilim | @Aran Finn​

Space​

Somewhere Between Hutt Space and the Hydian Way​

Prequel/Concurrent Thread​

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A shudder. Nay, a mere ripple of energy. The derelict pitched a little faster with the wave of energy caused by a newcomer. So long had the derelict sat here alone midst the inky black of space. She was hungry for someone to investigate her mysteries, to delve into her forbidden depths. Perhaps the newcomers would grow curious. Perhaps they would enter through the derelicts cargo hold? Perhaps through the upper port? Anyway they decided, the derelict would simply be pleased to know that it was no longer alone with this...

Barely over one hundred meters to its stern drifted a powerless old YT-2000. Within the darkened hull of this smugglers vessel the crew worked to repair the ship, and readied themselves to investigate the derelict. Unknown to this crew, however, was what awaited them on the target of their newly formed salvage operation. There were delights aplenty...amid the horror that awaited.

 

[Aran Finn]

The "walk" over to the derelict was serene, and Aran Finn spent the time contemplating the infinity of space amongst the total silence. Space, the universe, life in general was a mystery that would remain unsolved by men. That knowledge would remain the domain of the Force until time itself ended. And who knew if time itself actually began in the first place? Perhaps sentients existed in a frame of reference with no beginning and ending, and yet they had a prevailing feeling of time passing towards an inevitable conclusion from an assumed starting point. Does that seem right to you? The Stranger was at a loss. Perhaps he would have more time to think on that subject later. Because at that moment they reached the derelict ship, and Finn waited as the Zeltron, @[member="Magena Dray"], got them inside.

Once they were inside the temperature and oxygen levels were deemed okay, so the bearded preacher removed his space suit and investigated the hold with his eyes alone. They did not reveal much in the darkness, so he reached out with the Force. There was a foreboding sense out there amongst the still hunk of metal that the derelict vessel, in essence, was. It was mysterious, elusive ... he had not encountered this feeling before. All the man knew was that he did not like it one bit. Aran looked over at Magena. He had been gifted the pleasure of her conversation earlier in the voyage and regarded her with a mixture of detached interest and good humour, which he supposed could grow into a certain sense of fondness over time. She was brash, confident and definitely a leader. Aran did not dislike her, at least.

"Where to, boss?"

 

[Amz]

The objective was simple: look for survivors, and loot whatever they could find. Using an electronic lock breaker, Magena was easily able to slice into the ships main system to override any alarms that might have been set up. Much to her own surprise, they were already off. With a few more clicks, the locks fell. There was a momentary thought toward worry, but it was replaced quickly by a swell of pride in her own abilities. She was just that good. And in nothing more than seconds, the three of them were figuratively strolling through the upper ports automatic door. Silence filled the space of ship, humming computers the only audible noise on board. From where they stood, nothing looked particularly out of place, nor rummaged through, but emergency lights had been activated, flickering off and on overhead. Air readings seemed stable.

Magena removed her mask, tasting the cool sterile air.

She glancing back to Aran and Jimmy as a bantha hide duffle slid down from her right shoulder and onto the steel floors with a thunk. Bending down, Magena began to rummage around through the mostly empty bag and removed a few glowsticks, tossing one each to Aran and Jimmy.

"We'll be quick about this so we can head back soon." Magena said, feeling a lurch settle into the pit of her stomach and attributing it to the common side effect of space sickness. "Aran, you come with me to check the cargo bay and see if there is any crew on board, Jimmy... start in the engine room. If we're lucky, there might be something valuable that Aron can put to use from down there. Here," With a kick of her foot, the bag slid across the floor to the lizard. "Only take what we can use, let's not be too greedy."

@[member="Aran Finn"] | @Jimmy Nkemdilim