6732/Navigation Error

Navigation Error
Date of Scene:	02 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	7665, Adam Warlock, Lobo

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Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    The "Drifter idealic" was a ship of antiquity, a ship of right proper legend in some places. The Kurgit had in accordance with their religious views, picked the most distant inhabited star they could find. Then they loaded the ship up with priceless treasures to give to whomever they met, a show of good faith for the sake of friendship. Only the ship was very early galactically speaking as far as faster than light travel is concerned. People had already crossed the galaxy too and fro, the Kurgit had risen and fell to disease and infighting. It was supposed to show up around Pranti 9, like three hundred years ago. Folks were excited, an ancient race returning to the galaxy essentially and with treasure from antiquity!

Spoiler:They never showed.

    Now reports had surfaced, a ship matching the description was sighted. People were paying big bucks for the treasure, for documenting the find, for anything relating to the ship and anything which might be onboard. Unfortunately T-326 was so in the sticks nobody had named it yet, it was about as far as survey vessels went these days. a world almost alone in it's solar system, but it's lush neon jungles were lit even at night from the surreal glow of that soup green gas giant orbiting beyond.

    The Brigade doesn't do this sort've job as a general rule, but there is fat coin up for grabs and they operate on the frontier frequently. So of course they've come, rabbits clear the jungles with high explosive, with flame throwers, and maybe an axe or two. ENough to expose that pitch black soil, and a singular square access port all but burried under the soil.

Adam Warlock has posed:
The call of a mystery years in the making has drawn the attention of the might Adam Warlock. Traveling vast distances through space not being much of a challenge for him, the golden skinned being has arrived to investigate the find. He arrives alone, staff in hand, having used his vast mystical powers to pinpoint the location of the treasure ship. The fact that there's a company of giant, bipedal rabbits demolishing their way through the rain forest may also have made the site easy to find.

Floating towards the mercenaries Warlock carefully examines them, studying their armament, the way they carry themselves and the chatter that passes between them. He makes no attempt to hide his presence as he drifts through the sky, slowly descending towards the group. When the being once known only as Him gets close he settles onto the ground and greets the bunnies, "Forgive me for interrupting your excursion, I merely wish to sate my curiosity." He holds his staff loosely in his hand,"I am Adam Warlock. Would you object to me joining your mission? I have no interest in material gain if that is your goal, merely a desire to see what remains of the legendary Kurgit."

Lobo has posed:
    For the big ivory terror that was Lobo, dangerous jobs were nothing new. From hunting down and assassinating uppity robot miners to braving sand wyrms and hauling big dunes worth of illegal spice, The Main Man tended to take danger in stride, and considered death to be not even a possibility. So when an ancient wizened benefactor put a big money prize on the table to find and retrieve whatever was on this mystery ship, Lobo didn't hesitate.

    His arrival on the planet proper was sudden and without much fanfare or warning. One moment, upward genetically enhanced bunnies were clearing away growth and trying to tame the wild wilderness, the next a screaming roaring Podrocket was streaking through the sky like a comet. Moments later they were scattering out of the way, or at least they were if they didn't want to get knocked around like bowling pins! For his part, Lobo was dressed casually, black spacer pants(much like BDUs for those on earth, but made for astronauts) tucked into his very thick chunky stomping-boots, with some thin black cotton t-shirt being all that was protecting his torso. Cigar chomping, the man looked haggard, but didn't look tired or unhappy. In fact, as he pulled down his goggles and tossed off his super cool spiked biker helmet, the Czarnian seemed to be grinning as he looked around.

    "Well lookie here, I appreciate all the hard work y'all been doin' for me. This where the ship is, huh?"

    To Adam Warlock, the Main Man gave a smirk and a nod, even as he killed the engine to his Hog and leaned back to relax for a few moments.

    "Well, if it ain't the Golden Child. Didn't expect ta see you here, ya never been the bounty-snatchin' sort."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    The bunnies are fairly well equipped, but primarily in the quality of the gear they carry rather than the amount. They're an industrious lot, disciplined and certainly orderly. Indeed when first Adam shows, followed by Lobo? Not one so much as speaks, they look around in silence before dispersing to attend to whatever the jobs happen to be. The rabbit in charge, well he's not too tough to pick out.

    A engraved, inlay Prdo combat carbine tucked casually under arm as he slips through the work teams. He puts off a certain aura of authority as he approaches, stopping short to look between the two. Those blazing red photoreceptors of his helmet betraying not so much as surprise, a cool customer then right? Casually he reaches into his coat to produce a cigarello, before leaning back to let some passing hare casually light it in passing without so much as missing a beat.

    "I'm Field commander Blackjack O'hare."He shifts a little, sliding that cigar from one side to the next as he lets his shoulders slump in a display of admirable casual chill. "Normally I might have an issue with tourists, but I'm not sure me telling you to go fuck yourself is going to accomplish much. So sure, a tourist I can tolerate."Those photoreceptors swing from Adam over to Warlock for another moment. "Lobo, I'm a big fan. My contract states they want the nav logs, they didn't specify anything else. I'm not here to treasure hunt, and I'm not getting paid nearly enough to try and stop you. So I think the three of us can be, cool."Lips curling back into a grin.

Adam Warlock has posed:
"Greetings," Warlock tells the white skinned space biker, inclining his head in a polite nod and smiling gently. "I have no desire to snatch any bounties. My curiosity is what brings me here. I wish to join those entering the Kurgit vessel so that I may see first hand what still survives of their culture." His calm benevolence almost radiates outwards even as he converses with the Czarnian.

"It is good to make your acquaintance, Field Commander," the golden mage says after turning his gaze to the rabbit in command. "Thank you for accepting our presence here." His stance shifts very subtly as he looks towards the hatch leading into the vessel, "I would like to be of assistance. Please ask for anything you would like to see accomplished and I will endeavor to aid you."

Lobo has posed:
    For his part, after the moment of situating himself, the big man was up to his feet, and rummaging around through the saddlebags of his bike. After a few moments he was all geared up, with belts and straps and weapons hanging off of those belts and straps, and a rather intimidating length of chain wrapped around his right forearm, with a vicious and gruesome looking hook dangling freely. Finally satisfied, the big man turned back to the two who seemed to really warrant attention. As he spoke, he was somewhat carelessly going through his loadout one last time, checking what was loaded and for how long, etc.

    "Always happy to meet a fan, sport. An' it's good to hear ya set realistic expectations fer yerself. Lotsa fragfaces try ta get cut-throat with the Main Man, and as you can see ain't a one of them around with us today."

    Was that his form of a compliment? In any case, he didn't dwell on it. Instead he turned to the golden man, even as he gave a shrill whistle that caused his bike to fly up and start zipping around and doing patterns up in the atmosphere. No reason to leave it around where these rabbits could rob him, right?

    "Ahhh, an archie-ologist, eh? I gots a lotta respect fer that noble cause. 'Course, you discover a lotta these bozos died out from never washing their hands, or never wrappin' it up before doin' the slamdance. You get whats I'm sayin' there, Clyde? 'Course ya do, in that cool-ass swishy cape, the chickies an' roosters must be all over ya."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "We've got the breach handled, but your offer is welcomed."Aaaand..-crack-boom-. Explosions! Yeah he doesn't turn to look back, even as a few rabbits peer over their handiwork and into the yawning blackness beyond. "I know I've got a reputation coreward, but if I'm being honest I don't much care for violence. I just care for half measures even less, it's always a nice day when we can conduct ourselves like gentlemen."And ok, yeah he does turn finally.

    Casually the rabbit strolls over to the hatch to peer inside. Lifting a hand to cycle the vision modes of that helmet, letting the oculars swap to red to a dull green. "Looks like our ship entered at an angle, she's rolled about sixty degrees to one side and five degrees on beam."He glances back towards Lobo and Adam, before giving a little nod. "See you see gentlemen inside."

    He takes a long step back and drops, falling for what seems like a fair distance before smashing into the "bottom" with the clatter of mechanical feet. Casually pitching a few cold flares, before stepping off the spot. It's a fair drop down there, what like a hundred feet or so? The interior of the ship indeed tilted, perhaps even rolled. The "Floor" is covered in what feels like extra coarse gravel, but the place smells...like a tomb. Bone dust and stale air, but hey at least it's breathable. "Either of you fine gentlemen experts on written languages, incidentally?"

Adam Warlock has posed:
As Lobo speaks to him Adam Warlock listens carefully. One would have to in order to piece together what the Czarnian was getting at. Despite his vast cosmic power and amazing trove of knowledge the Avatar of Life seems at a loss, "I am afraid that I do not understand what you are attempting to communicate, Lobo, except that washing one's hands can be quite important." The grin on his face shows that he doesn't seem to mind. "I do greatly respect archaeologists, as well as anyone else who works to further our understanding of the galaxy. It is an admirable goal and one too few even attempt."

When the explosives go off Warlock turns to see what destruction has been wrought, looking somewhat impressed at the precision work of the lagomorphs. "I am glad that you are not partial to violence, Field Commander. While some in your position would likely relish the opportunity to do battle, military objectives that are completed without anyone being harmed show a great deal of restraint and wisdom."

Following the rabbit to the hatch to look down into it, Warlock smiles again for a moment before following Blackjack into the darkness. Rather than let himself drop the descent is handled by floating down quickly before he sets foot on the surface that acts as a floor, the end of his staff hitting as lightly as his feet as he takes a few steps inside.

"I understand numerous languages and would be more than happy for the opportunity to interpret them for us," the sorcerer declares as he leans his staff forward, the tip of it beginning to glow a bright, but not blinding, white.

Lobo has posed:
    "That makes one of us. Personally I don't care who's tryin' ta say what when or how, 'less they're tryin' ta stiff me an' go against their word. An' when that happens? Well..."

    He let the words trail off as he leapt downward, blurring past the regal and sideways Adam before hitting the ground with a 'thud'. It was dark in here, but for eyes like his, that wasn't much of a problem. Instead he glared around, briefly sniffing the air before sneering.

    "I'll betcha twenty credits, anything 'organic' we encounter down here is gonna be slimy as hell. Not much in the way of preservatives down here, I figure."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    This looks like a hangar, or it was. Though the nest like structures seemingly built to carry shuttles or similar have been left empty for ages. The bulkhead ahead though, well it's covered in...stuff. Its writing of a kind, a tangle of vines seemingly. Then four big red dots, bisected by a shared black line.

    "Slimy mmm, no I'd think bugs maybe. Big ones, which makes me wish I'd brought by thermal lance down here."Theres a glance upwards, towards their entry point before he reaches back to fiddle with his backpack a moment. "Still energy being driven into the hull somewhere, wireless is down. So we may have an uncontained drive or something down here, not entirely sure what they even used to rig this tub."

    The hare motioning towards Lobo as he slips yonder. "Hey, give me a lift for a second there chief? I wanna see if I can hear anything before we get too far into this."And a pause, as he glances back after Adam. "Oh before I forget, our esteemed colleage here was discussing euphemism for procreation."Theres a beat there as he polishes off that cigar, and gives it a flick. "Then again, no rabbit alive is going to miss a sex joke no matter how much we might want to."

Adam Warlock has posed:
"'Engineering,'" Warlock reads the very strange writing after tilting his staff towards it to provide illumination. "I am, however, unsure as to the meaning of the red dots."

"I feel it is likely that if we do not encounter bugs we will find the crew of this vessel to be desiccated rather than moist," the golden fellow states rather simply before getting quiet to listen to Blackjack explain that there's still power in the ship. "Further exploration will undoubtedly be necessary."

When he's informed as to the content of the conversation that went over his head Warlock nods, "I believe I understand now. Sometimes slang terminology is still confusing for me."

Lobo has posed:
    Blackjack wants a boost and he immediately gets it, in the form of Lobo grabbing the long-eared creature by the back and lightly 'flicking' his arm upwards. That was enough to give him all the space he'd need for any acrobatic or climbing venture.

    Moments later he was climbing up himself, the advantages of a seven foot frame and an arm reach to match. There was nothing particularly quiet, subtle or stealthy about his movements, clanging while every once and a while the innards of the ship 'warped' and creaked loudly from his movements, but he didn't seem too concerned. In fact, as he spoke, he made no attempt to lower his voice.

    "Yeah, just wait 'till ya get ta euphemisms an' entendres. That'll blow yer mind."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    Theres an "oof" more than an "Augh" but it's a bit of both, really. Still he gets enough altitude to drive a blade into a gap in the deck, and arrest his eventual slide. Casually he climbs, perching for the moment to swivel those big ears this way and that. "Nope...quiet as a tomb down here."He snags that blade, and well down he goes for a graceful landing. He takes a moment to smooth that pelt back down, before leading on. Metallic feet clacking softly eith every step.

    "Well dead crew or not, their log books are coming with me. Sooner I can get out of here and back into coms range the better."The hallways are, well theres more dust and gravel here than anything. Then slowly the rabbit comes to a halt, pitching another cold flare casually down the broad hallway. A mass of tables and chairs, some of them holed clean through. The area immediately infront of what might have been a terribly ineffectual barrier? Well it's pot marked, blackened scorch marks still plainly visible. "Well well, looks like...well if engineering is further on. Probably not a boarding action, so piracy is unlikely. I mean who breaches a ship underway from the landing docks, right? You cut your way into engineering to park your prize out of the gate, so this is what."Gloved hand rubbing after an ear as he casually bounds over the barricade to pause. "Mutiny you think?"

Adam Warlock has posed:
As the other two beings are tossed or climb Adam Warlock ascends smoothly into the air, following along behind and taking in everything there is to see. On the subject of slang he says, "I am looking forward to someday grasping the complexities of language that include both euphemism and entendres. Sadly, most languages lack dictionaries that cover those."

The makeshift barricade is closely examined, a frown beginning to form on the mage's golden, symmetrical face, "Mutiny is certainly possible. It seems unlikely to me that an outside attacker would have come from the same direction we did. Not only are your observations astute, Field Commander, but we likely would have seen more evidence of a boarding attempt in the form of damage to this vessel." Calmly, he walks to the barricade and prods it lightly with his staff, "I would imagine that whoever was on the defensive side of the barricade lacked military training or were in a hurry."