Dead Planet Part One

Cryo-stasis might be starting to get to me in my old age...I hope I don't have hibernation sickness...


Corporal Sax does his best to shake off the fuzzy edges left on him after waking up abruptly from cryo-stasis. He registers the crew of The Butterfield:

The pilot's cute, though maybe a bit too much of a manic pixie space dream girl for his liking, but you never know.
The captain's made of stern stuff and seems level-headed. He seems up to the task. I can follow his lead.
A gynoid - jeez, great! Those things are never NOT creepy!
And it's shadow, Hernandez, seems like he might be a company stooge - I'll need to keep that in mind.
Sax must really be feeling the affects of cryo-stasis, as he agrees to the away mission without a word edgewise, barely registering his affirmation with Captain Harris.
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As the team preps to leave the ship, Sax tosses his electronic toolkit to Akira. He might be a corporate stooge, but there's no reason to not have him on Sax's side.

Sax arrives last, his body cam and short rage comms taking a few extra minutes to sync with The Butterfield's communication set-up. He takes the time to make a much needed adjustment to his prosthetic left arm. Once confident that Captain Harris can see and hear his feed, Sax disembarks, traveling over to the derelict ship. He arrives just in time to hear the skittering sound in the walls.

Well. Let's get on with it. The less time I spend on this ship, the better. Carter grumbles, waiting for someone to lead the way.

Fear save = 25 ( hooo boy)"Guys..Guys! shush! What the crink was that? "

"Corporal. Took your time!" Says Alicia, raising one of her eyebrows as she shoots the Doctor a look. "And just in time. We're going to Command. You should lead the way, being the only with military training. Yeah?"

The sudden sound of something moving on this derelict ship caused the hairs on the back of his neck to raise, and for his right hand to instinctively move toward the grip of the sub-machine gun slung across his chest. He lightly holds the stock of the weapon, trying to play off any worry he is displaying.

Man, I've got the jitters. Cryo-stasis must have really messed me up this time...

Sax gives a sheepish smile in response to Alicia's light chastisement. The ladder leading to the upper decks is straight ahead of him and the group. Sax states firmly, "I'll take point. Follow me up", as he begins to ascend the ladder.

Sax slows his climb as he arrives at the mid-deck, giving the area a quick sweep before calling down, "Clear," and continuing up the ladder to the upper deck.

Along the way up, Sax performs a mic check with the captain. "Harris, do you copy? Do you have visual on my body cam?"

TURING inspects the command center, looking for a computer terminal with which she can connect. She’ll look for anything with a compatible data port. She wants to get an assessment of the ship’s systems and condition.

"Loud and clear, Corporal. Any signs of life?"

"All clear, except for a rat that scared the bejesus out of us! Moving to command center now," Sax replies as he continues to the upper deck via the ladder.

Trevor kneels over Turing and calls out to Akira

Hernandez your bot in malfunctioning!

Sax clears the upper deck and motions for crew to join him. When the gynoid collapses suddenly, Sax immediately snaps into action, his hands gripping the sub-machine gun strapped to his chest, sweeping the area looking for an attack.

Satisfied that Turing's collapse wasn't due to an unseen attack, Sax stands down. He nervously flexes his prosthetic left arm, clenching and unclenching the left had unconsciously due to nerves.

Akira tries to keep an air of casualness as he saunters over to the collapsed gynoid.
Alright alright, stand back, let me take a look..Intelligence = 41