11360/Giving the Galaga a 1UP

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Giving the Galaga a 1UP
Date of Scene: 19 April 2020
Location: The Galaga
Synopsis: Ace and Slipstream repair the Galaga
Cast of Characters: Ace, Slipstream




Ace has posed:
Ace is standing in the airlock as the Legion cruiser docks with the Galaga. There is a brief pause as the two ships perform their handshake, as though the Legion's ship is trying to make of the other vessel. But after a few beats the connection is made. There is a hiss of gas as the two ships equalize their atmosphere.

"Can't wait to sleep in my own bed again," Ace says stretching out. In her arms she carries a box of parts that she said she will need to fix the damaged FTL drive on her vessel.

Slipstream has posed:
"Our thirty-first century sleep number beds are pretty awesome though." Drake teases as he follows after her, carrying another box of parts in his arms. "I'm still so hyped that you called your ship the Galaga. I used to love playing that game at the retro arcade in New York City. I put in a lot of hours in that place."

Today he's wearing his Overwatch bomber jacket, a solid black shirt and a pair of jeans with tears along the knees. He rarely, if ever, wears his Legion uniform unless they are about to go on a mission. He even got on a pair of new silver Addidas high tops. "It was fun having you on board with us. You coooould join us you know. Be apart of the Legion of Superheroes."

Ace has posed:
Ace shifts the box of parts around so that the weight of the box gives her other arm a chance to rest. "I have that cabinet in my rec room, along with a few others," she notes.

The two sets of doors between the two doors each slide open. The clean and orderly looking airlock of the Legion ship ends and something that looks a good bit messier and industrial starts as the first glimpses of the Galaga interior is seen. Bare pipes, hasty looking spot welds, and the wiring within the walls without any kind of paneling over them can be seen.

"Home again, home again, jiggity-jig," she says stepping in. On the side wall there is a small screen where Max Headroom's face appears. He seems to be wearing the hat of an Earth Naval officer and he blows three notes on a bosun's whistle.

"C-c-c-captain on deck!" he says in his endlessly cheerful tone.

"Mind your manners Max. We have a guest." she starts to walk down the hallway and toward the rear of the ship. The lights are flickering, likely due to whatever damange was suffered in the attack. But all scans showed that the life support system is in good shape. So there should be no fear of suffocating or freezing to death.

Slipstream has posed:
"Yo, Max. Whaddup?" Drake drawls out as he gives the face some fingergun motions with one hand as he balances the box in the other arm pushed against his shoulder.

"Wow. This is uh ... more like a Volkswagon than a spaceship." He says as he glances about curiously with a laugh. "Was it always like this when you guys found it? It's so weird coming from the Cruiser to here. I've only been on our ship so I have no clue what current ships really look like. I guess like this. Like my grandma's basement."

"So, what are we gonna start on first? Do you need me to have the Cruiser scan your rig for any other issues so we can make a list and go from levels of importance?"

Ace has posed:
Ace shakes her head, "Nah. I know this ship like the back of my hand... don't trip." she says and steps over a twisted vine of cables the thickness of a boa snaking across the floor of the hallway. "When I found it it was in pretty rough shape. I figure that it was in that cave since around the time that humans were still painting murals on cave walls. It took a lot of work to get it as you see it now," she notes.

She passes by a few different rooms and to the end of the hallway where a door leads to a room around three stories tall, roughly the full height of the craft. It's obviously the engine room. At the center is what is probably the drive. The architecture of the drive is in stark contrast to everything around it. The smooth lines of the strange light blue metal look like it was almost grown than built. In the dead center there is a sphere of crystal with a flickering globe of energy within. All of this is surrounded by an outer shell of greasy, dirty, machinery that Ace has built around it to support it.

"Here we are."

Slipstream has posed:
"Here we are!" Drake puts the box down carefully, then gives his lanky frame a long stretch to crack a number of joints. "This is pretty cool to be honest. I feel like a kid again in here. This is more fun than the clean aesthetics that is the Cruiser. This is something out of a video game, or at least my Red Bull fueled imagination." Shrugging out of his jacket, he pus it to the side.

"So, what are we working on first? You'll have to guide me through this so I don't blow a finger off. I put computers together but this is kinda next level."

Ace has posed:
Ace walks over to the side of the engine and lifts a panel off and sets it to the side. She pulls some tools from her belt and sticks her hands in. A moent later she pulls out a tube that has wires coming out of each end. These wires are blackened and melted. She chucks it to the side.

"Grab that geiger counter on the wall and turn it on. I'm sure that Max would have told us if we shouldn't be in here. But I want to know if that changes," she says and continues to pull out blackened pieces. "Looks like there was a power surge. The power couplers should have taken care of that. I knew the guy who sold them to me seemed shifty."

Slipstream has posed:
"Do you need us to replicate you new ones?" Drake says as he heads over to the wall and snags the counter, then fumbles a bit with the controls until they turn on. "I'm sure Brainy can 3D print you some that are perfect replicas. He sorta has a way of doing things like that. He told me if I can go a full year without dying he'd replicate me a Delorean."

Opening the box of parts they brought down, he rustles through them, organizing the components on the floor in a neat manner, almost OCD like.

Ace has posed:
The geiger counter turns on and starts clicking. It's not terrible, just a whee bit higher than what one would expect background radiation to be in a "safe" area, but by no means dangerous. It does click a little more closer to the core, but stays within tolerable levels.

"That might not be a bad idea," she says and jumps down from where she was working. She kneels over where you layed the parts out and lays eyes on one part in specific. It's a small box the size of a small melon. She pulls a hammer free from her toolbelt... and brings it down on the casing. WHACK. After a few more blows the casing shatters and she reaches inside and pulls out a metal ball that has dozens of small holes in it. "Put that over there," she says pointing to a stack of what looks like much less organzied junk in bins to the side. "Nothing gets wasted on this ship." She returns to the engine and works on installing whatever it was that she took out.

Slipstream has posed:
"Uh.." Drake says as he takes the ball, then squints at it before he lobs it into the bin. "You sure about that? If this stuff is broken, you may wanna just get rid of it or sell it for scrap. They do that in space? Buy scrap?"

As he shuffles a bit closer to peer over her shoulder, he blows some bangs away from his face. "You need help or do you want me to just stand off to the side and find some tunes for us to rock out to on my phone?"

Ace has posed:
Ace laughs, "My grandfather owned a junkyard. Where do you think I got most of the parts that got this heap off the ground to begin with?" There is a crackle of electricity and she pulls her hand back and shakes it. Obviously she touched something she wasn't supposed to tough. "But yeah, people sell scrap. It's what keeps me fed and in booze. In fact that's what brought me to this planet. I got a signal that there was some alien tech layng around. I just didn't think there would be still be such security in place." She is of course refering to the giant golem from a few days aso.

The more she works the more zoned out and glassy eyed she seems to become. "What? Oh. Well down the hallway there is a locker with some hazmat suits in it. Grab two. Unless you are immune to horrible amounts of radiation."

Slipstream has posed:
"I'm not exactly sure if I am. I can heal superficial wounds at an accelerated pace due to my body being sorta trapped between two timelines at the moment. It's sorta crazy. Still hurts though." Drake pushes up to his height and then starts down the hallway. "Have you been back to Earth by the way since you started zipping about space? If you want, we could use my ship to teleport down and hit up a Dairy Queen or something. I'm always down for a blizzard."

Ace has posed:
Ace shouts in response as you head down the hallway, "Yeah. I guess we could. I'd prefer not to go back to Arizona though. Don't want to go walking throught those memories." There is a loud pop sound followed by some cursing. "I tried to install a teleport. I managed to pull one from a derelict I came across. I could never get it to work though. But it can cook a perfectly medium-well steak in roughtly a tenth of a second."

The lockers are about ten feet down the hallway from the engine room. Inside are a small selection of hazmat suits and other piece of clothing for other hazarous conditions.

Slipstream has posed:
"Why would anyone wanna go to Arizona?!" Drake calls out down the hall with a laugh as he peeks through the lockers until he finds what he is looking for. "I was thinking more along the lines of Santa Cruz'z boardwalk. We can make a day of it if you're down. I grew up in that area before I moved to New York. I spent many a homeless night under bridges and on the beach."

As he trudges back into the room, he thumps the suits down, then peers. "These the kinda we put over our clothes or we stripping down?" He at least steps out of his new shoes. No need to try and cram those in there.

Ace has posed:
Ace snorts, "Who goes naked in a hazmat suit?" By the time you return she seems to be fitting three parts together from the stuff brought over from your ship. Even a layman could probably see that these parts aren't supposed to go together. But that's nothing that a little force and some soldering won't solve. She pulls a welding mask off of the wall and returns to the engine. Anyhow, this is going to take a few hours at least. You can either get comfortable in the rec room or stay here and hand me tools."

Slipstream has posed:
"I never wore a hazmat suit before." Drake laughs as he settles in next to her. "I can hand you tools. Hope you don't mind Journey." He says as he plucks his phone out of his pocket, then taps along the glass and slides his finger once to find the greatest hits album. "My mom loved them, always played them." He puts his phone to the side so that he can tap his foot on the ground. "So, tell me more about you. What was your life like until you became a space adventurer?"

Ace has posed:
Ace keeps working. Sometimes she needs a nudge to keep talking, as she has a tendency to zone out. But whenever she returns from whatever place she goes mentally she always overcomes whatever problem that she was having with the repairs. Whatever her strange talent, it seems that she is capable of making leaps of logic where she almost seems to be learning as she goes. During the repiars she tells you about her life on Earth. How she grew up in a large family crammed into a small trailer. How her grandfather, the only one of her family she actually cared about taught her about machines. How he ran a junkyard and how he converted part of his garage into a free arcade for the neighborhood kids. How after his death he left a map leading her to the ship which would become the Galaga.

Slipstream has posed:
As he listens, Drake shows that he has good ears, asking questions to fill in some blanks he may have here and there as she talks about her life. By the time they finish, he is peeling out of the Hazmat suit, wiping sweat from his face. "These things are not comfortable at all." He says with a wrinkle of his nose. "You wanna pop back over to the cruiser? That way we can get a shower in, throw on fresh clothes and then head down to Earth?" He wiggles his feet back into his shoes, then goes about helping pick up and put things away. "They got a DDR machine on the boardwalk still. Vintage."

Ace has posed:
Ace finishes loading a new core of fissile material into the core and placing the damaged rods into a lead lined hazardous materials container. She walks over to a keyboard that looks like it came off an old Apple computer and taps in some commands. The engine... does nothing. She pulls her baseball bat out from its scabard and gives the engine a few good whacks. There is a sudden hum, and the ship vibrates briefly. The lights stop flickering and the glow from the central crystal becomes brighter. At the center of the crystal is a swirling aperature in space. "Okay. That's done," she says and flings her gloves to the side of the room.

"Yeah. I guess there are worse ways to kill an evening."

Slipstream has posed:
"You sure your ship won't blow up later?" Drake asks as he watches her whack the ship with her bat. Once he gathers up his jacket again and throws it on, he starts heading back through the ship towards the docking doors. "You gonna get ready here and just ping me when you're free?" He asks as he runs his hands back through his hair. "Also, anything you wanna do down there? I can get us a car and we can do whatever you want. I'm pretty open to anything."

Ace has posed:
Ace wipes her grease covered hands on her jeans. "Let's see where the night takes us." The humming of the ship quiets down to a quieter thing that can only be detected when right up next to it. But generally when people find out about the frightening amount of radiation she feeds into it, people tend not to want to stand so close eo it anyway. "I'll meet you back at your ship."