718/Ghosts of Krypton

Ghosts of Krypton
Date of Scene:	02 October 2014
Location:	Winter
Synopsis:	A crashed starship shows signs that something terrible happened twenty thousand years ago.
Cast of Characters:	Kotone Yamakawa, 365, 524, 541

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General Zod (524) has posed:
    Approximately twenty thousand years ago...
    The ship streaks through the sky of a primitive world, giving pause to the creatures that see the fire and flames lancing across the darkness of a new moon night. Across the broken landscape of arctic ice and frigid plains the black ship skids, leaving a wake of steam and blackened smoke, coming to a rest in some god-forsaken place in the world's arctic circle.
    And now...
    The cold and silent tomb has been partially unearthed by Winter Survey Team Bravo Nine with lasers, the nose sticking out of the ancient ice. The ship seems to have resisted the ravages of the intervening millenia, with only scratches on its hull from its violent re-entry noticable against the glossy black curves. The survey team is protected from the cold by hostile environment suits, looking like four-limbed bipedal bugs instead of people, and they are packing their equipment up in preparation for moving to something resembling a safe distance away. For this ship is a rather large unknown.

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik rode out of the nearest portal. Stopped. Immediately turned his motorcycle around, and left.

Some time later he rode back through wearing a red oni mask streaked with yellow and a knit cap over his head along with a pair of knit gloves. Other than that he was dressed as he always was. His bike did not like the weather. This wasn't some machine spirit or AI. His bike simply didn't work well when it was cold enough for it to not matter what temperature scale you were using. Still, it got him to the site Bravo Nine had established and after dropping it off to wait for him in one of their relatively warm equipment tents he approached the craft on foot while extending his arcane sight out. "Hello?" Whispers of power went out with his voice to try getting the attention of any lingering ghosts. He was not compelling, just giving them a thing to turn attention to. Whistle before he called out again. "Anyone home?"

Procyana (365) has posed:
    Weird alien craft stuck in the ice for millions of years really wasn't her typical scene, but hey they need people to come check it out. Make sure there's no aliens still creeping around the insides or some other sci-fi cliche like that. Whatever the reason didn't really matter, Procyana was bored and that was reason enough for her.
    A brief rooster tailing of snow follows in the wake of her pulling up on her hoverbike, leaving a bit of white clouds wisping about even as she stops and swings her legs over to dismount. "Yeesh, it -is- cold out here. And I'm the one with the built in fur coat." Sarcasm aside she pulls her jacket closed and zips it up, triggering it expanding into a full body covering catsuit. You'd think that wasn't much warmer with how form fitting it is, but it does have some environmental comfort controls intergrated into it.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa got a call from Marrik and was a bit shocked but she wasn't going to complain about work, also? Some of her employees namely XCOM might be interestd to hear what she might find here. She had no intents ot back stab the union and she seems oddly unbothered by the cold though she's dressed for it.

"I see and it could be worse... right?"

General Zod (524) has posed:
    John Walker greets Procyana, Marrik, and Kotone. "Hey, thanks for coming. I'd shake your hands but I don't think any of you would appreciate a sub-zero metal gauntlet. Heh heh. Sorry, a little bit of icy humor." He glances back and forth between the three with the visored helmet.
    "Right, cut to the chase, John, I hear you saying." He sighs. "Well. Follow me then." He says as he starts lumbering through the ice and snow towards the ship. "We think we found the airlock and figured you guys would want it excavated, soo...."
    The man gestures to what appears to be a largish panel in the bottom of the nose of the beetle-ish ship. "I'm pretty sure that's a cargo ramp. We couldn't see any way to get in, but this tech's weird. It came up on our sensors as 'rock'." Walker glances at the assembled folks. "Well, this is as far as I go. I'm just a guy, you know. Good luck!" And he tromps back towards the survey team.

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik saluted John and smiked behind his mask. The man understood his limits, and no matter if he aspired to pass them or not it was good to know when you were outmatched since it meant you had a better chance to survive.

He frowned at the ship before putting his gloved hand on the hull. "Hey either of you think you can get the door open? I might could decay a hole through, but I don't think this thing will like if we start chipping holes through." A soft chuckle before he tried to extend his magic through to see if anything was home. Even a dessicated corpse would work, but a real spirit would be better since he could do more than puppet and hope.

Procyana (365) has posed:
    "Hey at least you're not giving us the cold shoulder," Procyana retorts with a wink, returning one icy joke for another. Then hmms at the ship. "Definately not a style of tech I've seen, but considering how big the Multiverse is..." She shrugs a little at that and holds up her left arm in front of her. The right hand taps the bracer to slide open a panel shielding the microcomputer controls within the device. "Two steps ahead of you there. Breaking into things is kinda part of my job after all." She activates the system that scans for access controls to try and open the hatchway without having to get, shall we say, forceful.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa says "I haven't seen anything like it either and no I'm not going to plug my brain into this if I can help it." She notes she checks her gear and doesn't seem to be bothered by the guy's comments.

"You hear anything strange? Get out of here, got it?"

She notes to john as she moves to follow the other two in.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    A corpse inside the ship rises, wearing a familiar black undersuit as it creaks to its feet, showing the bizarrely organic and curved interior of the ship to Marrik. The place is more silent than a tomb, only the scraping of mummified feet breaking the silence. It moves for a few minutes through the ship, slowly. A hum starts, getting louder, and then the corpse is torn apart by /something/ with strong metal-like tendrils, the last thing the head sees is an egg-shaped object with a pool of hexagonal beads hovering over the corpse for a moment before it wanders off.
    The ship's computer system seems to be still working after all this time, with queries for command keys and identification flying back at Procyana's wrist computer in weird encryption codes. A blocky Tolkien-esque script flows across the display, translated by the Multiverse for Procyana, which says simply 'Command key?'

Procyana (365) has posed:
Procyana glances back to the terminal in her bracer when it beeps at her for a command. "Well well, looks like the computer is still up and running... Crap, still looking for a command key." She sticks the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth thoughtfully as she inputs a few more commands, trying to decode the key its looking for, or for a means to bypass it.

Marrik (541) has posed:
That... was not good.

Marrik frowned as he tried to find another proxy. "Either defense systems are still active in there and it didn't recognize whoever I tried to make move, or whatever made the ship crash is still in there." His tone was distracted, as if his attention was mostly elsewhere. "Someone call Bravo tell them to clear back to camp if anyone's still on site." His left hand stayed pressed against the hull as his right made more small motions with wrist and fingers.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Procyana hehs softly as she works. "Sounds like they did the smart thing to stay back and leave this to us... and good to know. I won't just open the thing up randomly."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa picks up the wireless signals she looks sense there is an active computer for this.. "Humm there is a computer it's active how could something be active are builing idle so long anything I know of would be usless after a year or so in ice..."

She tils her head a to the other two and seems to be curious.

"Good idea there."

She's about as reasy as she's ever going to be.

General Zod (524) has posed:
After a few minutes, Procyana's computer manages to enact a command key, which is an odd thing. It is a combination of authorization code and sensor, showing the system where Procyana is and transmitting a Identify Friend or Foe signal to the ship. Normally one would assume that trying to crack such a sophisticated system would result in a lock out, but something else might be going on here based on Marrik's antics with the corpses. The cargo hatch hisses as it cycles, and opens with a slow smooth motion, with small red warning lights blinking to warn people to step back. Apparently die-cast construction was the standard for Kryptonians all those years ago. The ship's lights come alive, revealing the interior as a sterile colorless place with disturbingly organic curves and decor. But the interior doesn't overwhelm with detail; there's a kind of utilitarian look to the place even though it looks like it might be alive. The place has a satin luster to it, like semi-polished stone and metal make up the material of the ship.
    There are other corpses, but for Marrik's purposes they're useless; being in pieces, heavily damaged, or pinned by wreckage and debris. There's a medical bay, where the view is one pinned by an operating table. Another has a view of nothing but ice, impaled through the head by spalled metal. One by one, Marrik pieces together that something terrible happened. Left-over impressions from the souls of the dead Kryptonians tell Marrik that there was a battle in orbit against an unexpected enemy. Panic, bravery, and desperation color the impressions.

Procyana (365) has posed:
"Okay got it," Procyana warns her companions when the code finagling works and the hatchway starts to cycle then opening. She keeps the microcomputer open, using her other hand to grab one of the blasters from her hip holster and pull it free.

It just might be warrented consider the scene of carnage they're greeted by. The spycoon's nose wrinkles slightly. She's got no problem with seeing blood and death to be sure, but this was pretty savage and brutal looking. "Well, I think we bloody well know why it crashed down," she retorts, then glances back at her wrist when the computer bleeps at her. "Huh, -now- its sending a distress call."

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik stood there shaking as the tapestry of fragments hit the net he cast. A ship. A battle. Loss. Pain. Couldn't stop. Couldn't

His eyes were closed so did not see what his two companions were up to. Echoes screamed, cried, whispered, and a thousand fleeting moments over and over again. It wasn't a large crew, but even the strongest spirit left unanchored ends up turning to little more than an echo that repeated over. And over. And Over.

"ENOUGH!" Marrik pulled his hand away before assuming a wide stance and went through a series of arm motions that, if he were fighting a physical opponent, would break contact and push whatever was in front of him away. "Be silent," He commanded. "Rest." His hands were flat and palm down while lowering as the command was given. "Your time is done. Sleep now."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa is wtching as the computer boots up but she looks about at the place and she cringes at this place and Marril's powers do make her cringe and she can't quite hide it. She heard about people zombie dead full cons sure but she can understand /how/ that was done this is an a whole other level ads she starts looking for somethins he can be useful on mayne htere's some tech or somerthing else...

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The crash scattered things around the interior. Among the things scattered around the cargo bay are; Armored suits with no helmets, strange loops that look like they're meant to sit around the shoulders, insectile-looking rifles and pistols, small bearing-like hexagonal metallic pieces, egg-shaped pods lying broken and with a few of the weird bearings around them. There is the corpse that Marrik initially tried to control, a dismembered mummy with the tattered remains of a strange unitard-like suit and a shield on the chest with a symbol in the shape of a backwards 'C' on it.

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik finally manages to get the looped echos to shut up before heading inside. "Uh huh." A doll sized pixie bundled up to the point of looking like a red marshmallow of winter clothes floating on dragonfly wings flew out of his coat pocket to look about. "Recording."

As for himself Marrik stopped at the suits and frowned. "Hey think any of this is safe to touch?"

Procyana (365) has posed:
"I'm guessing the ship crashed before the computer could signal for help before." Procyana shrugs her shoulders a bit. Just to be on the safe side she draws her second blaster. We've seen enough sci-fi horror movies to know there's high potential for something else to still be lurking around here.

As they walk past the corpse on the floor she pauses though, crouching down part way to peer at it. "Y'know." She gestures at the emblem on the chest with the muzzle of one gun. "I feel like I've seen that somewhere before. Not exactly the same, but similar. But I can't quite put my finger on it..."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa looks about the armored suits she pause for a moment and they get her intrtes they could be of use to XCOM's armor dev the more she thinks about t but the coprses and such have left her nervouys. She's still looking about for computer systems or tech.

"In my experiance you need to be careful trust me on this and looks like this place went down hard as for me I never seen anything like this before."

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The armors seem incomplete, lacking a foundational garment. The tech is pretty alien by most measurements, even if the devices themselves look familiar but different. There's only so many variations one can make on tools designed for a human form. The necromancer manages to stuff one of the armors into his bag, though it is fairly bulky.
    The lights flicker, accompanying an interruption in the distress signal. These flickers and interruptions will only get worse over time, eventually stopping when the power supply /finally/ gives out.
    The ship is only the size of a large house, and there are two decks that the party can tell. The cargo bay seems to take up most of the lower deck, and the rear part was likely. Well, there's no telling what it was because it seems to have been the section that was gutted by explosions and damage. Now the section is blocked off by the ice. Marrik would know that it was engineering, and it was destroyed by whatever enemy shot the scout ship.
    Our two tech-savvy heroes get the strangest sense that something is /watching/ them when the power is on. Movement is being tracked by the computer. A low grade hum is audible and growing louder.

Procyana (365) has posed:
"Hard and fast," Procyana agrees as she gets back to her feet, glancing around. "I ain't one to scare, but there's something definately creepy and wrong about all this. Bloody hell wrong." She glances at her wrist comp as the lights flicker in and out again. "We better hurry. Dunno how much longer this things ailing power supply is going to last." She turns to the other two. "Do we want to risk exploring farther? Or maybe wait for a proper sized salvage op."

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik grunted to Kotone as he pulled a dufflebag out of his pocket and undid the end. Armor was heavy and bulky; so he simply slipped the bag over and would try to wriggle it over and down until the suit would disappear in bagspace. After eventually wrestling one suit in he grabbed a couple guns and tossed them in, followed by that egg shaped drone before looking around. "What? I wanted to have something to show for this in case we have to make a run for it."

Adventuring Rule 5: Always loot when you can in case you don't have later.

Loot gotten he quickly caught up to the other two. He frowned at the ice and reached out to touch it, "Engineering." His movements were slow and confused as he tried to sift through what the chaos of echos told him until he heard the hum. Instantly he pulled every ounce of mana in that he could before shouting, "INTERNAL DEFENSES!" Franticly he looked about, trying to spot where the drone was going to come from. His body was tense in spite of training to remain loose. It felt both familiar and alien to him and it was playing merry hell with his instincts.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa pauses fopr a moment anf shives her networks into Autistic mode. YA being watgched and an alien computer is not a good mix. She likes her brain the way it is, she really does. She is interested in the armour it's clear but she pause for a moment as she gets the idea there's interal defences she reach for an pistol for those with experiance with XCOM would knwo it's one of thier.

She says something unkind in Japanese and well she seems ready.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The drone comes floating down a hallway, going straight for Marrik with limbs formed for the strange metal beads, the manipulators forming sharp edges from the programmable matter. While normally these things have little energy weapons, this one seems to have sustained some damage, missing a few things that the trio would have seen on the drones scattered about. The flailing limbs go after the lone human of the bunch, since Kotone is considered to be an AI under Procyana's control and Procyana has a command key active to protect her. There is /that/ moment of adrenaline surging, the sense of time moving so slowly...

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik took a deep breath and waited for the drone to close. Small motion of his hands before his left hand flashed out, knuckles bent and palm flat. Force would project out from his knuckle at the drone, followed by a second knife hand to try disintegrating whatever the drone was made of.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Before Marrik even finishes shouting that Procyana snaps reflexively into ready mode. Tail flares out behind her for balance as her ears perk and the luminence of her eyes increases slightly as all her targetting wireware bings to full activity.

And then she's gone?!

More accurately she slipped into stealth mode, which combined with the drone apparently not regarding her as a threat thanks to her computer being the one that input commands earlier, gives her an ample chance to move into a better position as the drone moves into the room and goes after Marrik.

Which would be when she flickers back into view behind it, becoming visible just as she's spinning her blasters in her hands as she swings her arms out in front of herself. Tail coiled and leaning back slightly to brace herself as she grips the guns and unleashes a double blast of high intensity laser rays from the thermal disruptors.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The kryptonian drone is destroyed by a one-two punch of magic and technology, sparks exploding from the point where the blows contact it. The geolithic programmable matter that forms its tentacles fall to pieces and scatter across the floor. Watch your step.
In Marrik's spirit sight, a simplistic soul wanders off from the dead machine, indicating it was sentient on some rudimentary level, like a dog's soul.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa is unaware of how the drone is classing her, she would be very insulted if she knew. However she do3e snot she pause as Procyana And she blinkg heuh optical cloak of osme sort she keep her pistol ready as she move in getting ready to tackle Marrik out of the way shich she now attempts to do.

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik blinked as a genuine soul left the drone body and reached out to grab it in fine threads of power. Another motion brought it to him. "Hello." He fed power into the poor thing so others could see. "We came because we found you here." No matter how simplistic the being it was no harm to him now and he attempted to be gentle. "We don't want to hurt anything here, and would like to repair this place. Can you help us get through?" Visualize a man talking to a dog he's talking soft to after having had to swat it with a newspaper and you'd come close to Marrik's attitude right now.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa just pauses there at Marrik with the spirit she stares wondering what in the name of God is going on here that thing had a Ghost? Wait what? She justkinda got this what hte heck look as she gets back up shaking her head. "Huh... so optic camo huh?"

Procyana (365) has posed:
"Thing must of had its own power source if it's still functioning while the rest of the place is drying up." Procyana hmms. She glances back at Marrik for a moment as he's rambling a bit, but then just rolls her shoulders. Not the strangest thing she's ever seen. "Yeah. A bit of electronics scrambling too," she replies to Kotone as she holsters one gun and brings up her microcomputer armband as she starts walking. "Com'n, lets check the rest of this thing out before anything else wanders in thinking it needs to protect it from threats that hopefully aren't here anymore."

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The bridge is a warzone. It appears that the ship had been boarded by another species. The kryptonians fought hard, apparently empowered by the system's sun, for there are signs of superhuman strength and endurance at play here, with the impressions of fists in the walls and massive scrapes and scratches where the combatants had smashed and drug each other around. Melted equipment and bulkheads from the kryptonian pistols dot the room, the metal-stone viewscreen decorated by a riot of these. Among the corpses here are some that are not nearly as human, resembling insectile humanoid things with pale skin and exoskeletons. Many of them have caved in heads or chests, missing limbs, plasma burns, and other signs of violence. They must have been near equal to the defenders though, for the kryptonian corpses boast similar injuries; even scorch marks despite no indication of the intruders having energy weapons of their own.
    It seems the corpse that Marrik raised was sitting in the command chair when he raised it, a dark stain and lack of dust on it telling as much as the scene of carnage around it. On the floor near the chair is a small obsidian spike, having fell out of its owner's hand when they finally passed on.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    There are more shield-like emblems that would have gone on the front of the suits, and the instrumentation (what is left of it) is written in a script similar to these symbols.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Procyana lets out a sharp whistle. "Now this is pretty nasty looking." She walks over to give one of the less human corpses a shove with her boot to roll it over so she can see the face or whatever passes for such. "Nope, never seen these aliens before either. But it looks like they really trashed the place."

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik took a deep breath before casting his magic out. If the drone had a soul maybe-

"Hello?" His left hand pointed to the spike when he noticed it even as hr paced about. "Is anyone still here? We mean you no harm." More looking about before he let the drone's ghost go. It would fade within the hour if it didn't immediately break apart. "We found this craft broken, empty. It's been here a long time." His voice was soft even as he looked down at the insectoid creatures. "If there is anything intelligent here, please answer. Scan us if you will and see we are not as your attackers."

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The drone ghost floats over to the small obsidian object and tries to grasp it, but of course... it is immaterial.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa pauses for a moment looking at the corpses "I know some people who9 might be able to take a look in there..." She head over to the objec t the drone tried to pick up and goes to see just what it is.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The corpse that Procyana shoves looses an arm from the motion and 20,000 years of decay, revealing a forearm that seems like it was in the middle of changing into a wicked slashing blade when its owner's chest was venilated with a hole. The head seems determined to remain attached, a dull reflection of the light from the clear red exoskeleton covering the eyes casting an eerie red glow over Procyana's face.
Kotone sees a small rod-like object that seems to be made out of some kind of stone (much like every other piece of technology seen on this ship), with one end carved to resemble a shield emblem much like the one found on the corpse that Marrik animated. The other end seems to end in a strange arrangement of prongs. The thing registers a faint heat signal, likely a weak internal power source.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Okay, the bodies are still decaying despite being closed up in the ship so long. Better not touch anything they don't need to. But it does reveal something rather interesting, to quick Procyana crouchs down again for a closer look. "That explains why none of these are carrying weapons. Looks like they can morph their own out of their bodies."

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik nodded even as he dispelled the magic holding the ghost drone together. "Either of you have any idea what I should be doing?" He'd put a call out to see if whatever passed for a primary being on this ship to wake up but who knew if it still had any life given engineering was a wreck. "I guess we could go by medical and try picking a few things up for your people Kotone." He seemed content with pacing and looking around. Maybe this was what mundanes felt like when he did magic?

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa pause as she takes a look at this for a moment she looks the item she hum for a moment tying to get an idea bout this thing she pauses at the heat source likely due to piwer. "Hummm this is curious Miss can you come take a look at this this looks like some ort of control unit or something but I'm not sure turning on my personal wire... hold on I got an idea."

She pauses reaches into her pack anbd pulls out an odd thing a collar which seme to slot into part of her neck, it's a dummy barrier a secureity meaure that will take the hit from malicious hacks for the most part and at that point she returns to normal operations mode leaving autistic mode.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    THe key doesn't do anything in Kotone's port. It isn't configured like anything known to Kotone, nor is is a common kind of connector. It does have a specific kind of shape though...
    The lights flicker a few times, then cut off.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa starts looking around for antthing that might fit the key and she wonders she tenatively pokes at it. "Hummmmm"

Procyana (365) has posed:
Procyana cusses under her breath as the lights flicker out again. Not that it really matters, she can see in the dark, after all. But it does make searching for anything rather difficult. "Taking a shot in the dark here, but that thing might be something akin to a key... but if there ain't gonna be much power left we can't really do much with it."

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik frowned. "Check the chair. Arm rests, that's where the guy that had it was sitting." It was a long shot, and the adrinaline was wearing off. This was not a good place and he was feeling increasingly useless. No life, no plants. Not even the dead. just corpses.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    There is a podium in front of the chair, with a small hole in it that the key looks like it'd fit into, but it's unknown if it will work now that the power is out for good.
    The insectoid's carapaces glow in the dark, in strange and colorful patterns, each distinct from the other. More disconcertingly, the clear red exoskeletons over where the eyes would go... glow a dull red. There is no imminent danger of skeletal bug people rising up and giving the party a hard time, but...

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik took a deep breath as he widened his stance. As his hands and arms move magic went out to probe one of these insectoid crestures. If they were metalic maybe he could destroy them. If they were organic maybe he could put them under his sway.

While Marrik moved Sparks flew for the exit to send warning to Bravo what was going on and hey get guns and stuff out.

Oh and the dufflebag? Still at the air lock waiting for pickup.

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa says "Humm what if we used the wrecked dron unit's power supply we might be able to get something working here, right?" She seems pleased with her self as she heads for the wreck keeping the key in a pocket.

Procyana (365) has posed:
"Uh?" Procyana glances in the direction of glowing bug bodies. "Guys, I get the distinct feeling that it being dark in here is -bad-." Hey, can't be too careful in these sort of situations. Then someone else comes up with an idea. "Okay, that's good. Find something we can hook it up to then." With that she sprints back to the cargo hold to find the power supply to that drone.

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The eerie phosphorescent glow of the bugs will fade over time as the trio works, but they do not move or show signs of reanimation. The drone seems to have had its power supply cut off to its main guts, which is why it stopped working so suddenly. Procyana notices a small hole in the back of the drone as well, which might be a key hole as well.

Marrik (541) has posed:
Because Marrik is feeling extra paranoid he's decaying all but two of the bugs. Why? Because they're doing stuff and corpses doing things are bad. Trust the necromancer here. "I'm voting to hold on moving these guys. I might could make the corpses hold together for transport and study, but I dunno." He sounds somewhat creeped out at the idea himself. From his coat he pulled a couple flashlights and offered one while turning the other on.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Huh. So maybe that 'key' controlled more than just the ship.... But more of that for later. Since it's already severed it's easier to remove the power core, and heads back to the others. "Hey guys, the drone had one of those holes in it too. I think that thing might be a key to more than just the ship." She sets the power core down by the chair and podium. "But I don't think the drone would help much."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa is thinking "I want to see if we can get the contgrols powere up so we can see what this key spioke does. I also agree Marrik we should leave them were they lay or perhaps w should hole odf on the key humm ya the drone's toast. So the controls it is.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Procyana says, "If we get the controls working we can at least get it stable for an actual reclaimation crew to come, prehaps."

General Zod (524) has posed:
    The insectoids are quietly disintegrated by Marrik, with the exception of two of the corpses, leaving slightly glowing piles of dust that blow away at the slightest motion near them.
    After some time spent figuring out the podium, finding something resembling power leads (the main hint being that one was red, one was black, and one was yellow) with some flashlight management from Marrik and helpful 'hints' by the drone ghost, the power supply gets hooked in. Kotone pushes the key in, causing a hologram to flicker to life.

    It is a woman, sitting in the chair, with severe angular features and the strange 'C' crest across the chest of her undersuit. Her hair is matted with blood and may be blonde under the gore that covers it. She has a puncture wound in her right, what looks like a broken rib, is missing an eye from a really nasty-looking claw mark across her face, as well as many other injuries. The remains of one of those armors found in the cargo bay can be also seen.
Though her breathing is labored, she manages to speak. "I am First Officer Lora-Zod. This is the final report for the... 'Move By Starlight'. We were ambushed by unknown aliens in orbit. The yellow sun helped us fight them. Rao's light!, they were /strong/. Captain Mon-El boarded their ship to mount a counter-assault. They shot out our engines and... we crashed. I am the only survivor, and there only a few hours air left. I am going to die, sleeping. Dreaming of Kandor's... towers. Peacefully." A painful smile forms on her lips. "Time to sleep. My friend." The hologram reaches forward and the screen cuts out.

Procyana (365) has posed:
Procyana oofs after the playback ends. "Well, now we know what actually happened...." She glances back at some of the bodies still laying around. "Does look like most of 'em went down fighting though. Guess she realized there was no one to actually come rescue them and.... eeeh." She shudders a bit, tail briefly frizzling. "Dying like that, asleep in the cold and alone, that's creepy even by my standards of not givin' a flip about death."

Kotone Yamakawa has posed:
Kotone Yamakawa says "Mullated mangled and alone... I been there. Look we now know what happened maybe we can ID the species whom this came from they might know more I will say the Yellow Sun? She said it did something to them, odd."

KOtone is thinking now her tech work is done and ponders.

"This was a report to their superiors looks like they hoped that it would be found."

Marrik (541) has posed:
Marrik took a deep breath and sighed soft, "No words of mine can hallow your names more than your actions already have." He sounded tired from hearing that. "There is nothing more for us here." With that he made his way to the airlock. "Kotone, Bag by the door has a few things you might want. I'm going home."

Procyana (365) has posed:
"I swear I've heard that somewhere before too," Procyana replies with a nod. "Eh, I'll do a little research in the databases when we get back to HQ." She taps her wrist controls. "I've got a recording of this message too, just in case. I don't think there's really else we can do here. Other than getting an actual salvage team to come clean up." She waves vagely at the bodies. "Put these to a proper rest and salvage the ship."