Location: Initial docking/landing on the station
Objective: Seek out any evidence of bio/chem weapons
Equipment: Bio suit
Interacting: A rather odd, but peculiar younger girl. Interesting subject to say the least...
Post: 10
First off...switch back to the original helmet.
Karlie put Scherezade's helmet which they had earlier switched, back on the bench where the girl had left the ill fated suit she had just gotten out of.
"Alrighty then... don't think I should be too long."
Seemed the girl just may stay for a spell, till she most likely tired and booked or maybe wait Karlie out for whatever it took.
Just the fact that the girl had considered hanging, made Karlie feel like maybe she did somehow make what some would call a friend. Well,
'friend' was too broad a word to apply to everyone and then no one. There were different kinds of friends. associates that were for the most part friendly or tolerant of co-workers or comrades., but wouldn't really socialize beyond those boundaries.
Then there were friends who just like the company of the other. And there were friends who connected that one would even consider dying for-
'Alright...you're over thinking it, Karlie....' She checked herself, eyeing the girl and her bottle.
'Come on...helmet on... get inside the weapon's store then out'
"I'll be back...quick even, if this station is truly dead as they say..." Karlie then said, before doning on her helmet and switching her suit's environmental functions on. It was a green light, all system functions a go. She took a deep breath, looked back on Scherezade one last time giving her a thumbs up. Although the girl seemed more preoccupied in taking another swig of her bottle. But it didn't matter to Karlie, for the girl at least was still there.
Through the first airlock she went, then into the main corridor of the station.
Karlie heard the doors shut behind her as her sound amplifier was on. It picked up the hum of power generators that seemed to resonate, make a sort of white noise to an otherwise ghostly quiet relic of a station. Again, this portion of the station was nearly dust free. But there was what she picked up a slight thin layer of film, however minute it was....indicative that even in a hermetically sealed vessel, what little particles of matter that could not be micro filtered out did eventually settle.
Karlie had pretty much an idea as to where one of the many weapon's locker or stores were for a station of this size. She had after all studied much history on star-ship tech and development. She continued on walking through one corridor to another then to one level and the next. She could make out battle stations along the broad perimeter of the station. Not much had really changed in the past few Millenniums. War and how it were waged remained pretty much the same.
Karlie wondered if ever the lessons learned from the galaxy's past would ever bear fruit that war was senseless and the only gains from it were for the victors...and then they too expired. No power in this galaxy ever attained true peace or dominion over anything.
She knew this and so did countless warmongers. But as long as there were warmongers, there would be agents like her to keep them in check and balance out the power, lest everyone one day would perish by their very own devices...their own weapons. And nothing was as diabolical as biological weapons. They were more devastating than any super weapon, for biological pathogens no matter how well engineered they were, could never be contained for too long....and they always seemed to mutate beyond the control of the engineers.
It took her a few short hours...much longer than she thought for she had to often transverse through darkened sections that somehow weren't getting power. Or perhaps maybe some circuit breakers had not re-engaged. But she had adequate lighting and managed to keep on her route. A few occasional backtracking and she finally found herself in one of the main weapon's hold..the main storehouse.
"Duds...
Useless...
Rediculous...
Duds again...
Lol...are they kidding?...who came up with these toys?...
Hmm...Hello... what's this?" Karlie was walking through the vast arsenal of weapons cache when she came across quite an interesting piece of hardware...or a horde of mechanized battle drones.
They were all armed. Seemed they were just waiting...eerily waiting for someone to activate them.
Ok, so for a second the hairs at the nape of her neck stood up. She slowly looked behind her.
"Sigh... easy does it....nothing to get creeped out about in here...."
She ran her light down both banks of the long chamber...there were literally thousands.... tens of thousands of these ancient battle droids. All just hanging there staked 10-15 or so high, she figured.
"Ok....Lets see what we got here..." She activated her secondary recorder and scanner for she had never expected to discover so many. Not on a station. What she surmised was that these battle droids had been transported here for what the ancient Empire had a mind to use them for an invasion of sort.
"Looks pretty interesting enough to report..."
Karlie took the time to scan one in its entirety. The beam particle form her scanner was like an x-ray or MRI, mapping the complete droid, circuits and all in a blue print type of recording. In the past, it was something like reverse engineering. Only now there was no need to literally take anything apart to see how and what it was made of and how it functioned.
Yes, there were three distinct models types and she had to scan all three, which took some time.
"Interesting...their power cores have only deteriorated to 23%. Not bad for toys so old." She was looking at their power cores. Between the three different models,
their cores were for the most part robust and well built for them to have retained some of their potential.
"Would have figured them Duds.... Heh" She spoke , as she continued to complete her final scans.
She wondered what had been the plan for these droids. Karlie made a mental note to read up what she could on that ancient Empire.
Continuing on past the rows of battle droids she came up on another chamber within the weapon's hold. There didn't seem to be any power to the blast doors whatsoever. She ran her scanner at the mechanism...checking to see if there was any way to mechanically engage the worm drives.
And sure enough, there was. But it required an external drive coupling of some sort to drive the gears behind the panel.
"Frak...seriously?" She shook her head and leaned a hand on the door. Turning her head back to the rack of droids, she sighed..cursing the gods.
A moment later, karlie was standing in front of one of the ancient battle droids. She reached over to it's harness and detached it off the station rack.
Thump! It's metal feet hit the floor.
"Whoa...whoa...easy there big fella..." Karlie had the thing almost fall on her when it dropped a few centimeters from it's hanger. But she managed to steady it..letting it stand in it's default locked upright position.
"Whew...
Ok... don't take this personally, but I'm going to have to take you a bit apart.." She then said, as she struggled to turn it around so that she could get to it's main center drive core. In trying to shuffle it to turn, she lost it.
"Whoa, whoa, no NO!.." Karlie sprung back when she realized she could'd holt it from falling over.
THA-THUMP! ...it crashed on the durasteel floor, face down. The sound echoed through the chamber making her look about. For a moment she just stood there waiting for something to pop out of the shadows.
"Frak me..." She sighed, finally taking a breath. There was no one down here but her.
Pulling out of the small pack a multi-tool device, she busied herself in taking off the droid's back plate off to expose it's power center...
Feeling a bit vulnerable down in the lower weapon's hold on her own, she thought about the girl possibly waiting for her..or most likely had come to her senses and left. Still, it would have been good on her nerves if she had company...
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
