Perennial Descent

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

Echoing out across the galaxy are numerous signals; signals pertaining to a very specific set of coordinates… These derelict ships seemed to have come out of nowhere and addressed a location that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, a dwarf star somewhere near the outer circle; illuminating a cold, distant, dead world.

A sleek space station of several metallic towers eerily floats outside of the atmosphere, all who draw near can make out a faint subtle whisper; just noisy static of inaudible words. The world’s moon slowly escapes the shadow as some of the pillar-like structures attached by tethery tubes slowly and silently fire bursts of air to adjust and modify their position.

At the center several hangers appear, dotting it the plague, each one reaching out with a tractor beam for any stray objects, catching nearing ships and drifting debris into its pull and towards one of these bays. Unlike most craft they do not seem to be built in any orderly fashion and instead build off almost like a maze, as if whoever constructed this colossal station had greater more covert motives.

Whatever -- whoever -- is aboard that ship; soon they will make themselves known.

You are nearing the Descent. Delving into the depths of Perennial Station’s lower levels. A seemingly abandoned superstructure hidden away in the most bizarre location; above a cold, icey world. Here each ship to approach will be pulled in by a tractor beam, singled-out, and individually brought into port. Isolated from the rest. The only hint you have of its nature is the strange faint whisper that could be heard nearing the station but once aboard it becomes utterly silent, except for the static noise of the ship’s processes lazily keeping the station alive and in a constant existence that is similar to hibernation.

The first thing noticeable is the lack of gravity; for most starships they’d have to use magnetic traction to grip onto the ‘floor’ of the hanger, those that did not have it would float steadily in the center; it would be wise to situate the ship as to not crash down in the event gravity were restored.

In each hanger there is a single doorway, heading to the first floor of the ship’s lower half. It seems the artificial gravity needed restoration.

[member=Ciara]
[member="Felix Dunst"]
[member="Shargon'Ta"]
[member="Nyos Val"]
[member="Kadri Ughad"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Felix Dunst]

A low groan of pain rolled through the mans dry throat as his eyelids slowly fluttered, his body twitching and trembling in the metallic seat it was rested upon as his mind struggled to return to consciousness. The cacophony of electronics wheezing and beeping incessantly echoed between those shuttle walls, ringing and beating down upon the mans ear drums and adding themselves into the symphony of static emanated by the station itself. His left hand lazily lifted itself up towards his face, fingers gently pressing themselves into his skin as they massaged his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, his free hand limply hanging over the armrest of his seat. His pale face flashed a mixture of crimson and white every few seconds as the numerous controls in front of him beeped angrily to life, warning its occupants of one issue or another. Inhaling deeply through gritted teeth, the man leaned his face deeper into his open palm as he slowly placed his right hand across the numerous signals, blocking the offending light from beating down upon his battered face. Exhaling a sigh of annoyance, his left elbow nuzzled itself comfortably on top of the armrest as he grudgingly craned his head sideways, chin resting into his open palm. The man looked around his surroundings through half-closed foggy eyes, dilated pupils glancing from one end of the room to the other as he desperately tried to make heads or tails of his current whereabouts.

A ships cockpit, he thought to himself at the sight of the numerous electronic panels, rudders, and pedestals that were laid in front of him. Slowly he lifted his sight by a few inches as he felt a powerful migraine overtake him, peering through the glass window in front through furrowed brows. Sleek white walls as far as the eye could see, giving him the impression he was stranded in some form of hospital if not for the numerous pieces of debris floating just outside the cockpit. "Fething what?" He muttered under his breath at the unusual sight, his eyes widening in surprise as he tried to piece together the information available to him with little success. Closing his eyes as another groan slipped through, he nuzzled his face deeper into his palm as he tried to recount the events that led up to his current situation. A tingle hastily ran down his spine as his breathing became more erratic in nature, panic overtaking him as begins to realize that he doesn't remember anything that happened the past few days and more importantly, where and how he even boarded the shuttle he found himself in. "Chit, chit, chit, fething sithspit!" He angrily muttered under his breath, palm removing itself from his face to beat down upon the cold armrest as his body heaved with every breath he took.

Seconds turned into minutes as he stared aimlessly through the glass in front of him, slowly attempting to gather his nerves and calm his pounding heart as his breathing stabilized slowly. With a defeated mewl rolling through his throat, both of the mans hands moved towards the armrest of his chair, gripping them tightly as he used to push himself up on his trembling feet. A quick glance down at his body revealed him to be in his usual attire minus the jacket, a sigh of relief slipping through his lips as he saw the grip of his pistol still nestled within the holster of the straps. With slow and methodical movements, he began to make his way out of the cockpit and towards the back of the shuttle, one hand always pressed against the nearby walls as he leaned onto them for support. Reaching the large metal doors near the back, he began to turn the lever located nearby in order to manually open the blast doors, the sound of static pouring through the small opening as it ringed though his rings louder than before. It took him the better part of a minute in his weakened state, but he eventually managed to open it partway enough to let his body slip through. Gripping the edge of the blast doors with both hands, he leaned out of the ship, quickly looking around the hanger for anything of interest or any passageway as he tried to desperately fight against the lack of gravity pulling him away and lifting him off his feet.

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[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

[member="Felix Dunst"]

Spoiler

One of the more noticeable aspects of the station -- if he would notice at this point -- was that despite its rather active nature there was no one asking him he was here; it seemed abandoned. Floating around in the debris was an old outdated security droid. It was fortunately or the opposite, deactivated. There wasn't much else of obviousness about the room but perhaps if inspected further might yield some new light. Otherwise on one side of the room there was a door leading further into the station's descent. It seemed that whatever security measures were keeping him here could not be deactivated from the hanger to say the least.

 

[Nyos Val]

As most days of his life, Nyos had a long one. Business meetings, conferences, lectures, he was exhausted, and like most everyone else, he needed sleep. Nyos had been sleeping when his Milenici crew got into an argument about something food related and deviated from the course home. Ended up taking a right at the junction instead of left and ended up in the backwoods of the galaxy.


Nyos was startled awake by Kevin, Phillip and Bob speaking of a foreign space ship in the viewport. Nyos moved to the cockpit and witnessed something he couldn't have ever expected, a ship the defied standard engineering. Knowing full well that it wasn't of any faction he knew, Nyos began recording the images on the ship cameras. He would hope to study the design later. Nyos went to the controls and realized that the ship was caught in a tractor beam. The ship was being brought into the foreign vessels hangar. One hangar every few meters dotted the lower area of the ship. As the ship was pulled in, Nyos ran to his quarters and began donning his armor. The Milenici crew moved to get their suits on as well. Only for safety reasons, otherwise the crew was told to stay on the ship and keep the door closed.


Nyos slipped out of the ship with his Hunter armor and gear on (found in bio) and found himself without gravity. Grabbing some mag clamps to attach to his boots. The strange hangar had one door and no other ships within. His first thought was to investigate the proprietors of the ship. Having his gear stored in its holsters and slings, Nyos moved to the door. Taking note to record the events on his helmet cam...



[member="The Primeval Storyteller"]
[member="Ciara"]
[member="Felix Dunst"]
[member="Shargon'Ta"]
[member="Kadri Ughad"]
[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

[member="Nyos Val"]

Spoiler

The door panel was sparking from some sort of power shortage but it seemed there was an emergency motion sensitive response resulting the door opening just enough for a rather slender person to slide through. Through the crack debris could be seen floating aimlessly, some of it stationary, in the corridors ahead. Suddenly several of the lights flickered on and off before going back to the soft light that it has been used to all this time. Click. Click. Click. , it seemed a noise could be heard. Again. Click. Click. It began to grow closer until a roaring sound of something collapsing -- perhaps an elevator -- fell into the very descent of the station, zooming past and sparks flying as if it was activated somehow.

 

[Nyos Val]

[member="The Primeval Storyteller"]

Nyos used his cybernetic arms to muscle to door open enough to get through. Flicking on a helmet light to add to the low lights that flickered above, he saw the movement beyond slam into the ground. Whatever had just happened must've occurred due to Nyos' presence. This ship seemed baron for its size. He figured he'd have heard an alarm or seen someone by now. Out of habit, he drew his Ripper SMG. Holding it at a lazy ready, Nyos pressed on into the corridor. Behind him, the hangar was still visible and no one had come up behind him. The ships door were closed but he could see Kyle in the viewport working on the console.

Nyos checked his comms to ensure they weren't interrupted by the ship at all. He would turn back to the hallway, slowly making his way into the vessel...

 

[Ciara]

[member="The Primeval Storyteller"]

It was a clear, sunny day. The clouds were rolling across the vast open plains and the sun scorched the earth with its relentless bombardment of warmth and light. The gentle winds blew across Ciara's skin, while the grass swayed back and worth like the tidal waves of an ocean. It was tranquility at its zenith. Ciara used her right hand to roughly comb her hair from her eyes and shaded her eyes with the strategic placement of her palm over the breadth of her brow. She gazed the blue skies which peeked from their luscious gaseous covers of silk-like water vapor, and the clouds slowly rolling across the frontiers in a sluggish trek. A single bead of sweat trickled from her forehead and collided with the impromptu wall of skin and flesh.

A beam of white light flashed through her eyes, and suddenly the imagery of her surroundings turned into a blank canvass of white. And it all quickly faded into absolute darkness and Ciara desperately reached out with her hand in an attempt to find her way. She awoke inside of her captain's quarters and sighed. The room was another biot within the ship, called the Hortium, and it was covered in unusually comfortable vurruk. She stared at the calcified yorik-coral ceiling and raised her hand into the air out of impulse, inspecting it carefully. Perfectly trimmed nails. Smooth unblemished, pale white skin. Colorfully painted blue nails.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a Graug soldier kneeling in front of her and bowing his head. Ciara slowly stood from her sleeping chambers and stretched her arms out. She took a careful step forward and another and another until she reached her personal vivarium: traditionally used by the Yuuzhan Vong as sterile chambers, Ciara coupled the room with several bladder-flasks filled with sterile water to serve as a makeshift refresher. Finally, a maw luur recycled the used water back into sterile water, and any impurities would be processed into nutrients and air for the ship. She activated the bladder-flasks through a simple wave of her hand and a stream of lukewarm water at the perfect temperature rained down on Ciara's bare body.

The Graug outside remained unmoved during the entire process, which seemed to drone on for hours. After completing her bath, she activated the inhibition field outside of the vivarium to remove any excess water and stepped back into her room. She slowly pulled on her flightsuit and clasped the various clamps of the flighsuit tightly, creating an air-tight seal. She stepped into the inhibition field once again to remove any air within the flightsuit before grabbing her helmet and carefully placing it onto her head. She opened her personal storage unit and removed a large metallic briefcase. She opened up her personal armory and removed a DC-15a Blaster Rifle, two DC-15s Blasters, twelve WW-41 CryoBan Grenades, three Electro Magnetic Pulse Grenades, three G-20 Glop Grenades, and three Class-A Thermal Detonators. Ciara clipped the four CryoBan Grenades, one G-20 Glop Grenade and one Class-A Thermal Detonator to her belt before loading the DC-15a Blaster Rifle and DC-15s Blasters with new tibanna cartridges and power packs. Inserting eight more powerpacks into her belt, she swung the DC-15a Blaster over her back, clipped one of the DC-15s Blasters to her side and finally, shouldered the other DC-15s Blaster.

She finally opened her the door, the Graug soldier immediately stood up and bowed. Ciara exited the room and nodded, "What do the scans of the station from inside the hangar indicate?"

The Graug paused and looked at the datapad, stating... ((OOC: Will fill in when GM responds)).

She nodded and stated in response, "I see. Keep the Rebluff running, and tell it to start consuming the floor of the hangar. Attempt to pierce through to the next level, but I doubt it'll reach the next floor."

The Graug nodded before bolting off to the bridge. Ciara moved slowly to the boarding ramp of the ship, and slowly stepped off it. Due to the lack of gravity, Ciara activated the magnetic soles of her flightsuit boots. She slowly walked toward the sole exit from the hangar and inspected it.

 

[Boggo Flib]

It was a simple mission, smuggle spice and return for a pay check but noooo. The Crew just had to steer the shuttle toward the oddly placed Space station near a Dead World. In the Shadows of the Shuttle Shargon was no worried. He Wore nothing, His Suit and clothes were packed away only his shapeless gas of a body remained. He Floated about and his red eyes shifted about as the shuttle was pulled in with the tractor beam. In his own pace his wafted to the back of the Shuttle where he would soon be free to roam the space station. As the shuttle moved and was forced to land Shargons gassy body changed to a grey mist of a color and he sunk to the floor like mist would on any planet.

The Gravity was very Different in the Hangar bay and it seemed almost like his home planet... almost. His Home planet had no gravity at all. He Weighed almost nothing and constantly moved around spreading his body out more to scout the area. The Crew stayed inside but anyone who was in the hangar would see a mist slowly spread.

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[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

[member="Nyos Val"]

Spoiler

The halls were empty; save for the debris. A few open doors dotted the corridors, but they seemed empty as if someone had cleaned them of any valuables. Everything was quiet: Perhaps too quiet. There was no sign of life to be seen or scanned and very few signs that anyone had once walked these halls at all. Perhaps to you it would see that you're the first but perhaps you also know better. There may have been few signs but if common sense had any hold here; it would be quite obvious that the lack of gravity was no accident. Someone wanted to seal off the area.

[member="Ciara"]
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Spoiler

The door was shut, a small panel next to it revealed a function to open it but it seemed that any other data was sliced away; as if someone wanted to keep people lost. Debris floated about the hanger but there wasn't much of it. Everything else was rather uncanny and it seemed there were signs of a cover up. Like someone or something intended to make people believe that the station was abandoned; likely it was, however. When it was abandoned and by who: That's the answer worth finding.

[member="Shargon'Ta"]
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Spoiler

The hanger remained mostly empty except for some debris and crates which floated idly in their own slow way. On one side there was an entrance, a door, the only such thing in the enter hanger and on the wall next to it was a console of some sort which seemed to be a method of activation.

 

[Nyos Val]

[member="The Primeval Storyteller"]

Nyos scanned the area, finding zero readings or signs of life. He could barely make out trace signs that anyone had been here in a very long time. The doors lining the hallway that were open were ransacked and baren, as though they'd been raided centuries ago. Nyos continued to the elevator at the end of the hallway. Nyos placed a tenderfoot on the floor of the elevator to test it's stability, it had come down for a reason, Nyos figured he'd follow the trail of breadcrumbs until they concluded.


Capturing everythin over holo recorder was the only thing that kept Nyos' interest peaked. He'd hope to review it once/if he got out alive.

 

[Ciara]

She wielded her DC-15s Blaster, setting the firing mode to automatic and pointed it at the door. She took a deep breath and sighed slowly, letting the warm air swirl around in her helmet and the water to condense on her visor. The helmet quickly reconfigured the temperature settings on the visor, unblurring her vision almost instantly. She glanced around at the door and observed the damaged panel. She wasn't curious in anyway, but she heard that prizes were to be won. She really didn't care for finding answers, unless finding said answer resulted in a prize.

Ciara liked prizes.

Without second thought, Ciara quickly opened the door and aimed her blaster inside, firing if anything appeared to move within sight.

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[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

[member="Nyos Val"]

It seems as though the moment you checked out the elevator that blaster fire came from the other end of the hallway just opposite the way you came in. [member="Ciara"] had decided that she would open fire on anything in sight the moment she entered the station's first floor towards the descent. What she would see was the figure of Nyos searching into the elevator to test its stability; to which the elevator seemed to have been controlled elsewhere. As the shots fired a few hit pieces of debris that were then excelled elsewhere, one managed to smash into another console on a wall.

ALERT! DEFENSES ACTIVATED.

Two turrets deployed from the ceiling, set to stun, and aimed to fire at the two.

 

[Ciara]

[member="The Primeval Storyteller"] [member="Nyos Val"]

Immediately hearing a response, Ciara snapped back against the framework of the door and unclipped an Electromagnetic Pulse grenade from her bandolier. She primed it for a 3 second fuse, before popping out of cover for a few seconds to throw it, with deadly precision, towards the turrets. She quickly collapsed back to her position and leaned her DC-15s Blaster against the frame of the door, firing her blaster in 6-burst shots into the fray of stun shots and in the general direction of Nyos Val until her power pack was exhausted. Quickly reloading her DC-15s Blaster, Ciara also took out a darkstick and waited for the sound of additional movement underneath the sound of the turrets.

Sure, it may have been more diplomatic to talk things through, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She was here with the sole intention of winning.

 

[Nyos Val]

[member="The Primeval Storyteller"] [member="Ciara"]


As Nyos tested the weight of the elevator, he saw the incoming blaster fire in his peripheral, he covered his face as one hit the wall and the second hit his shoulder. A fresh scorch mark dotted his armor. Then the alarm went off, Nyos moved to the wall when the pair of turrets descended, he then heard the signature ping of a grenade primer, Nyos ran for the opposite end of the hall he had come from. Best place to be was away from the grenade.

As he ran, more blaster fire entered the hallway, causing Nyos to use his superior altheticism to dodge as many as he could. Although he did notice a few more scorch marks on his armor the closer he got. He slid on his knees through the door was the grenade went off, the EMP grenade no less. Good thing he moved when he did. On the other side of the door, Nyos raised his Ripper SMG at the individual who had fired upon him. A woman in armor.

 

[Ughad]

The Raze class frayed the edges of what the crew and its leader had deemed as an appropriate distance.
The metal clanked beneath the boots of Kadri's agent armor, the bleeding sun emblazoning the shoulder, the symbol of the primeval. The paint was fresh, the armor new as it had never been used. Against what logic had told him to do, he had decided to go alone in this foray. As he walked by, no sound was made by the officers. His actions were so alien to his persona, but, they would never understand, neither Gulandi nor Umbaran. He was compelled to do this, this was a higher calling from the gods themselves. This could be a vessel, a sign, from the lost gods themselves.

As he had commanded, there would be only one pilot officer of the lowest rank to pilot the ship towards the object. The Transport would wait with a feedback recording of whatever went on on the vessel, and they would provide constant information to him. He carried with him a long vibroblade, a plasma rifle, a plasma pistol, as well as two of each cryoban grenade and frag grenade. The young pilot saluted the executor as he neared the Gu-42, Kadri gave a nod back. In his mind there was no time to waste.

The soundless trip seemed like hours if not days long, indeed, Kadri was growing oddly impatient, but he did not bother the pilot. That was until the tractor beam locked on. The pilot fiddled with the controls, convincing himself that he could somehow break the hold the energy had on the ship. Kadri walked up behind the boy and slapped his helmet. "That won't work you imbecile."

The ships soon docked on its own, an entire room, it seemed, reserved for the ship. The Tractor beam cut off, but the ship did not fall, perhaps magnetics.

"S...Sir, there 's no gravity out there."

The GU-42's artificial gravity had still been at work. Kadri stood up. he was afraid of something like this, for no Primeval armor had magnetic traction boots come standard with any set. Perhaps a magnetic clamp to be found? perhaps a pair of magnetic boots that came to operate repairs on the outside of the ship? No, none of such would be found. Kadri sighed as he stood at the doorway which marked the edge of weightlessness, and pushed himself off towards whatever doors awaited him.

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EDIT: I only meant to take two of each grenade, not five...

 

[Aleksandyr Gaillard]

[member="Kadri Ughad"]

The door seemed to open automatically as he approached -- at least something was working. Luckily for him, he was on the far side of the skirmish between the others but could probably hear the noise. Straight ahead was the way to the second floor descending.

[member="Ciara"] [member="Nyos Val"]

The automated defenses seemed to have powered down due to the EMP blast but the sudden burst of energy ruptured a pipeline that ignited when the gas of one of Nyos' shots went through the path of invisible gas. The result was a ball of fire that bursted out towards him quite quickly.

 

[Nyos Val]

[member="The Primeval Storyteller"] [member="Ciara"]

The explosion sent Nyos further into the hallway in the opposite direction. He'd braced himself as best he could and his armor took the beating for him, but his once dark armor was now black in the front. He rolled to his feet and shakingly regained his composure. He shook his head to clear the little birdies from his vision.

"The hell?! What is it that you expected to accomplish from that!?" He called to whomever had started the firefight.