Scene #9133: Syzygy - The Derelict

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Dysnomia	With Dysnomia, Meresankh--the two experienced engineers--dragged forcibly into Lucida's scenario along with everyone else unfortunate enough to have been in the cargo bay, there was no one to react to the ship's alerts. And there was certainly no one there to steer the ship. This left Rita and Khosa helpless to do much more than watch--from the windows, from the cockpit--As the Syzygy ambled blindly over hours with the current, into the light belt. It began, as a distant glittering--like little stars, flickering into view. A ribbon of shimmering radiance across the stars, like a river. Drawing closer, and closer and closer... It was an asteroid belt--but on the rocks were speckled growths, like coral, reaching tenative tendrils into the current. Weblike glowing cords of organic material connected isolated rock to rock, ecosystem to ecosystem. Ten-legged, radially symmetric creatures with carapace of stone and gems skittered across the belt, from rock to rock, hounded by eyeless 'fish' with no eyes, and a bottom-facing mouth, drawing them sharply up to crunch. In the distance, something else with a stony hide and a seamless, gemstone maw snapped shut, snapping one of the webcords, sending the other fish scattering. Turned toward the Syzygy--It was almost as big as the ship--And it took notice. Lunged. The whole ship shook, violently. The intercom screamed something about the mast projector. The whales rallied...Or maybe hid? Around the ship. The radar showed its location, pinging, circling, circling... ...And there's a psychic ripple, roiling over the ship. The great stone-bone leviathan lingered a moment, staring into the viewscreen, a gap of its armor revealing the softly glowing flesh between the plates... There's noise now, from within the ship. One by one, the others pushed out of their stupor. And whether felt it, somehow...Whether it was spooked by the ripple of the dream's end, or whether it just wasn't fond of the taste of steel...It turned and left, vanishing from view...Too quickly to be any way natural, with a psionic echo that told Khosa how. Dysnomia burst into the cockpit in a rush, moving to the control panels, pulling up alerts, breathing curses under her breath, the misty substance of her soul trailing behind her like shoelaces she hadn't had time to tie. "What happened here?!" Her voice was raw, and she shook, for reasons not relating at all to the damage. "Stars, this damage..."
Meresankh	Meresankh rouses slowly from the vision, Dysnomia already on her feet and running for the cockpit while the necron is still regaining her senses on the floor of the hold. There is a moment of relief, first, at finding herself more or less back where she 'left off', before the blaring alarms seize her attention. At once she shakily rises to her feet, takes up her sceptre, and hurries into the engine room. The psionic helm of the craft is unfamiliar to the cryptek, but the more mundane systems that transmit energy and signals across the ship will be child's play. With a sweep of her sceptre and her multi-spectrum vision, Meresankh identifies the patterns in the arrangement of wires and conduits and pipes, singles out the damaged systems, and sets to work on repairs. Where a normal engineer might need a suite of appropriate hand tools, Meresankh does the trick without. Through her sceptre, the cryptek is able to apply fine, even microscopic temperature and energy gradients to re-solder shorted circuits, while piecemeal donations of the living metal she stores in her omnidimensional cloak can patch and reinforce blown conduits. While she works she mutters to herself, half-vocalized snippets of rapid mental calculations and recited measurements taken by her precise optics. At one point she reaches in with her hand to remove a ruined circuit board and prints an exact replacement from black stone and living metal. She even makes a few upgrades while she's in there, improving the efficiency of the Syzygy's power allocation system without really considering that it'll make future repairs difficult for anyone less capable.
Echolalia	Echolalia dove in to the illusory mindscape to help the people being PSIONICALLY TRAPPED in a SPILL ALL OF DYSNOMIA'S DIRTY SECRETS dream or, at least, one of them. She seems troubled when her eyes snap back open because, well, she can't really argue with the idea that Dysnomia would never say this stuff herself, right? Echolalia isn't so sure she would either but, to be fair, she also wouldn't bust a strike in the first place. It's okay, she tells herself, it'll be okay. It will take a while but it will be okay. She stands up and then is flung against a wall as the ship shakes violently...! And ther'es sa psychic ripple! And there's a leviathan (lower case). Echolalia's gaze snaps to the viewscreen and she says, "Oh geeze! Chief Rita, can you handle leviathans with your secret techniques?" Then she laughs a bit, "Haha, just kidding, that would be a little uh--" The leviathan is turning around and leaving. "Oh wow... I guess I wasn't kidding. Nice job, Chief! I guess once it knew you were onboard it knew better than to mess with you!" She looks over towards Mia. "Um, you okay?" And then she looks for Captain. "Is...cat okay?"
Khosa	Khosa had not been in the cargo bay, but she'd been able to smell the psychic power from it. Not in a way that she could affect, granted. Really, there wasn't much Khosa could do, for a while. She is capable of handling a drawn wagon; a vehicle like this is extremely beyond her for about six reasons, so even with the alarms blaring there wasn't anything she could do about them. She tried to react to the alerts, though. Not that she drove the ship somewhere safe (how??) but trying to figure out what they were and if any of them were in her ability to fix. Under normal circumstances she'd be admiring the asteroid belt. Right now Khosa was more concerned with not hitting it. "Go away!" Khosa snapped at the enormous stony fish, though it couldn't hear her. She accompanied it with a psychic push, more of the telepathic equivalent of a shove than anything else, trying to push it to pay attention to something less likely to fight back. It's not her psychic ripple that drove it away, probably, but she's not going to complain much. "What the hell is a mast projector anyway?" Khosa wiggled one of the controls, doing little until Dysnomia shoved past her, taking a spot Khosa was very willing to give up. She tries not to let too much relief show on her face. "...what happened?" she asks Dysnomia. "Not with the monster, with you. I could feel the psychic energy but I wasn't getting much out of it except noise. I'm not the sort of psychic that can break into someone else's dream and listen in, if they don't want me there." A pause. "Are the others all right?" She can hear Echolalia on the screen at least. She doesn't know how to look into the engine room short of physically going there.
Odette Raskins	Groaning wearily as she wakes up, Odette pushes herself up on her elbows to make sure she can get up properly before actually sitting up. With the dreamlike scenario depicting Dysnomia's past still fresh in her mind, the EMT yelps as she sees her bolting by into the cockpit, holding her breath for a few moments before realizing that she's no longer trying to execute everyone. "Did..? Um. Wh-what happened? Why's the... What happened to the ship?" She asks, her voice unsteady as she still hasn't had quite enough/any time to unpack everything that she's seen before already being thrust into a potential disaster situation. She's already halfway through putting her helmet on over her suit and attaching a few small tanks of oxygen to her belt, although she keeps the helmet open for the time being instead of sealing herself into the baggy-looking spacesuit just yet. Meresankh going through what feels to Odette like engineering sorcery of sorts gives her some mixed feelings about how worried she should actually be. "A-are we... Is the ship gonna...? Should we be prepared for oxygen loss?" She asks, already visibly prepared for that. Hearing Echolalia, however, quickly has Odette weighing whether to just close the helmet now. "Eh? L-leviathans? Like the super big...?" Odette's breath leaves her body when she sees the viewscreen finally, and she doesn't dare make a noise until long after it's gone. She mumbles incoherently at first, slowly building into a quiet babble before turning to Echolalia again. "Wh-wh-what was that? Who's...? M-Miss Rita, do you have those techniques she mentioned?!" Odette's already checking her medical bag, making sure all the oxygen deprivation stuff is ready for use at a moment's notice. "A-and does anyone need a mask? O-or a tank? In caes... Hh... I-I mean, we're not going to.. We'll be fine, right?"