OOC:
Let's keep things moving forward.
Electrical Substation DC-45T, Zyronis
Corbin wiped the sweat from his brow, his hands grimy with the oil and debris of the dismantled gravsled. He glanced over at
James, the android's metallic frame gleaming under the harsh lights of the electrical substation. James’s recommendation about the control room diagnostics lingered in his mind, but there had been no time. The gravsled was their priority.
"
It's done," Corbin announced, his voice a blend of relief and exhaustion. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. The gravsled hummed softly, its reassembled parts fitting together seamlessly, now even equipped with a laser rifle. He allowed himself a moment of pride.
But
Hank and Douklan were already securing their supplies to the hovercycles, their movements swift and efficient. They had lost too much time already, and with every passing minute, the risk of further encounters with hostile forces increased.
As they prepared to leave,
Mercer took a final look around the substation. The bodies of Kyle, Lewis, and Kyra lay in the gravsled, a stark reminder of the violence that had transpired mere moments ago. The irony of their situation wasn't lost on him—they had come to save lives, only to end others in the process. But survival often demanded harsh choices. Ironically, Maya's dead friends were in the same gravsled, just beside them.
"Everyone ready?" Peter's voice broke through Mercer's thoughts.
They all nodded, mounting their respective vehicles. Corbin took the controls of the gravsled while Hank and Douklan piloted the hovercycles. Peter, ever the sentinel, stood guard until the last moment before boarding one of the bikes, with Mercer on the other.
The engines of the hovercycles roared to life, their powerful thrums reverberating through the substation. The gravsled followed suit, lifting smoothly off the ground under Corbin's steady hand. They moved out in formation and, as they exited the substation, the oppressive darkness outside seemed to close in around them.
Trade Era 1235, Day 163. 15:45 UTC
Underworld, Zyronis
Corbin guided the gravsled with precision, its thrusters adjusting to the narrow passages. The hovercycles were near him, their lights piercing through the gloom. They navigated through the maze of walkways and bridges, moving steadily away from the substation while the landscape gradually gave way to a less industrial setting.
Soon, they approached a dimly lit,
futuristic chamber north of the dome where they had battled the droids. Here they hoped to find riches - and perhaps some answers. The structure loomed ahead, its architecture a stark contrast to the abandoned space frigate remains nearby.
The crew brought the hovercycles and gravsled to a stop near an entrance ramp. The chamber's automated systems recognized their approach somehow, and the main hatch opened.
Inside, the atmosphere was a blend of cold technology and muted light. The blue glow from the warp drive core bathed the room in an eerie luminescence, casting long shadows across the metallic surfaces. Heavy-duty clamps secured the core, and cables ran from it to a central control panel.
OOC:
What do you do? Are you going in?
