The Game

The clairvoyance probe scouts ahead, giving you a detailed look at each object. The debris is mostly black metal plating and the rigging is a red stabilizer fin, which matches the description of The Aurora.

The skiff is of an entirely different design. It has a crystal-like structure that is interwoven throughout the vehicle. It appears to have a helm that is damaged, but a faint glow is coming from within. An instrumental panel on the top of the helm is written in a strange language*.

The body is of what appears to be a hideous flesh / warforged hybrid. The creature is 15 feet tall and has both warforged and flesh parts. Its designs are similar to the Warforged Titans you saw deployed near the end of the war, or maybe its just its size that makes you think that. The thing is covered in a sheen of frost and does not appear to be breathing or moving.

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* Language proficiency Quor required to read (or some other method to translate).

W.A.R.P. X maneuvers the ship within 60 feet of the debris field, putting The Way between it and the sun. Now shrouded in shadow, Whisper has a clear jump to make from here to the skiff, which is within 10 feet of the cyborg. Also, if other crew members wish they can get out of The Way, although there will be no gravity and will need some way to propel themselves. Tethering yourself to the ship and giving a good kick off the side can do it with an Athletics or Acrobatics roll to do it gracefully, or you can use a fancier way.

Whispers appears in the darkened skiff and feels the immediate sensation of falling and cold as he has left the artificial gravity and warmth generated by The Way's bound elementals.

The giant cyborg does not move.

Whispers adjusts appropriately, holding on to the skiff as it slowly tumbles. Something about your contact with the skiff triggers a subtle reaction in the crystal that is interwoven through the hull, sending faint purple pulses to the the damaged helm. One of the instrument panels, which looks like an apple-sized ball set into the console, suddenly snaps into action. The ball begins to rotate, breaking an idle crust of frost on its surface. It spins about and then fixes itself on some location in space like a 3D compass, and continues to adjust to point toward that point even as the skiff rotates. This is definitely not like any technology or sorcery you've ever seen.

Meanwhile, Brush watches Whispers' from the outside hull of the ship, perched on hand holds and ready to deploy if necessary.

Nothing happens specifically as a response to Whispers' willpower. It makes you wonder what those words say on the console, could possibly hint at how to operate this thing.