Farsi D'almon
INVESTIGATE
Objective: Find the Mistryl's.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, The Mask, J.I.C. Cloak, Scope- sleeve pocket, Wrist Device, Slicing/Gaming Tool, The Encoil, Stowaway Node, Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Four Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Ship: Sanguine Tempest
Objective: Find the Mistryl's.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, The Mask, J.I.C. Cloak, Scope- sleeve pocket, Wrist Device, Slicing/Gaming Tool, The Encoil, Stowaway Node, Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Four Zenji Needles, Pair of Blue Lightsabers, Hard Light Weapon, Pair of Shock Whips
Ship: Sanguine Tempest
The Sagnuine Tempest dropped from hyperspace into the real as the rendezvous coordinates flashed across her screen. The Mistryl's were checking a derelict civilian ship that had drawn near enough to cause concern. Especially with an sos beacon barely reaching the orbiting stations systems. A group had already been dispatched ahead of her, and her task was to shadow them and gain knowledge of how they worked scene's such as this.
Easing the throttle forward, she counted the seconds it took for the vessel to reach the high end of its cruising speed as she checked the communications for any signals. She had already been informed of the typical standards the Mistryl's used when on an assignment and was waiting for the return signal as she finally spotted the derelict in question.
It wasn't anything fancy. A standard civilian model that had the necessities along with a decent cargo hold for long distance. She frowned approaching rapidly and still not receiving the signal she had been drilled on. Her mind flitted to a possible hazing by other sisters. Make her worry and throw her for a loop on her first assignment as a morbid sort of welcome to the family ordeal.
It wouldn't have surprised her in the least. The Mistryl ship was connected to it via a docking tube, a similar one extending outward as a silent invitation to her. Shaking her head, she tamped down the annoyance she felt at never receiving the signal to open communication.
"Ha ha, let's freak the newbie out on her first job. Thanks sisters." She mocked in the privacy of her cockpit as she eased into the ring that awaited her. She slowly adjusted her vessel, allowing the sealing ring to grab hold and magnetically seal around the back portion of her cockpit. Slipping the Mask over her face, she ensured the seal before disembarking and making sure that the magnetic flex seal tube held before moving to the other ship.
Silence greeted her, no one waiting for her inside the Dingo as she opened the exterior door and paused to look around. Weapons were in the rack, systems functioning as she gazed back and forth along the interior of the ship in silence. Her eyes narrowed a little, frown growing at the slight unease she felt in the silence. Every sound of the sensor board could be heard, the soft whisper of air passing through the ducting almost a harsh buzz as she focused and felt no one nearby.
"Feth they are really selling this bit." She huffed, eyes wandering across the interior before shrugging and opening the door leading to the civilian transport. It took forever, the few seconds that passed as signal switch and action processed between the wiring. The door hissed open, a peculiar smell wafting from down the gunmetal corridor. A light flickered briefly, a sharp static behind the blinking. A deep sigh had her examining the scene before her.
Creepy looking hallway. Flickering lights on what seemed to be the low power mode. Derelict space ship in the middle of no-where. Yeah, she was definitely in for some jump scare hazing.
Opting to try and spoil the senior sisters fun, she moved slowly down the walkways. Doors were closed along this section, a collection of personal rooms for passengers if she remembered the schematics correctly as soft footsteps lightly echoed off of the walls. There was a slow cadence to her walk, allowing her senses to extend before her in an effort to find the sisters before one of them found her. They'd had years of practice already at the whole secret operations shtick, and the only real advantage she had was the force.
Which was something they likely had dealt with already. Or had a good idea of how to circumvent.
She kept her senses on high alert, coming to a junction of intersecting halls after a time. Peering down the lanes, she didn't see anything spectacular initially. A bit of debris that surprised her, though the ship had been marked derelict. It was entirely possible someone had been squatting at some point looking for loot. Either that or those that abandoned it had simply not cared in the moment. So she ignored it mostly until she looked at the floor directly below her. Her head tilted slightly, bending as her robe gathered and bunched with a soft whisper of loose material rubbing.
Her hand extended, finding a familiar style boot stuck between the crevice of the gangway and the wall. It had been toe down, seemingly lodged there as she yanked and retrieved it. Giving it a once over, she was surprised to find it was fairly new if the tread was anything to go by. It hadn't even been worn enough for the laces to leave imprints as she let it fall to the floor while she stood. A soft sound down one hallway caught her attention, the mask suddenly alerting to possible life signs as her senses only detected one. She twisted towards the sound, seeing a hand half curled protruding from a doorway.
"Knew they'd slip up." Her voice was low, the soft twitches of her facial features focusing the mask's zoom feature on the hand in question. Her footsteps carried her closer, the soft echo resounding down the hallway as boots met suspended gangway. There was a soft twitch to her head as she realized something seemed off about it. The Mistryl's were a slowly growing mix of females from across the galaxy, but she couldn't recall in that moment which group had such a soft blue tint to their skin. Another eye twitch had her switching to thermal vision and slowing sharply.
Everything down the hallway was cool.
Gotta be a mannequin hand. Why I only sense one- The thought didn't have time to finish as the hand twitched slightly, fingers curling just so in that strange way. A deep bass tone reverberated through the hall from the doorway she had drawn near, and the helmet pinged again as a life-sign drew closer. "That's...unsettling." She whispered to herself, suddenly unsure of their intention with the hazing as another sound had her turning sharply behind her.
A woman, half crouched in the hallway holding her arm tight was waving her down. Beckoning her as something heavy from where she had been looking made itself known. The hairs on the back of her neck sprang up, cold lightning singing along the steristeel plates of her spine as an ill feeling crawled inside her gut and dug in its claws. The idea of this being a trick or some party joke was flagging in light of the alarm she had seen on the woman's face.