Calico returned the quick little kiss, if nothing more than to show the new boys and girls that Keziah was off limits. He gave Krest's new friend a passing glance. Under normal circumstances, he would have stopped to ask about the thing...but the Chieftain was growing used to the oddities.
He set his helmet back on his head, and turned on his heel. Reports of OSTs scraping up a certain someone's ( @[member="Listeri Dalane"] ) ship were crackling through his helmet. He opened a quick channel to @[member="Dieter Jusik"]. "Hey, Jusik, your boys are wrecking osik. Keep them on tabs ner'vod." He grunted, and made a sharp turn to the left.
The bridge was nothing miraculous. Work stations sat untouched, sprawled across the room. A fine layer of dust had settled over seemingly everything in the room. The view-port shower a dusty, rough landspace that dropped off from a steep incline a few meters in front of the ship. "This is Chieftain Tal'verda, found the bridge." He mumbled into the comms.
Let's see if she'll start.
Calico motioned toward those with him, and marched on up to the central command terminal. "I like the messy look, Kez'ika." He added off the cuff, sounding a bit satisfied with himself. The standard activation codes to these old vessels had become almost public knowledge even before the Gulag plague. Calico punched in the correct digits, and for a moment, there was nothing.
Then something deep within the massive frigate came to life. A deep rumbling reverberated through the ship. Its main reactors were still active, and that meant that it could be repaired in a relatively short time. Lights came to life throughout the Star Destroyer in the sections that still had them. Others remained in the dark. Status screens all over the bridge lit up, fighting to display the mix of colors through the dusty coating.
"Alright...so...who wants to see if the Caf machines still work?"
@ERRYBODY
