[OOM] Transimir System.
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Atton's ship drops out of orbit around Transimir, a massive, dust-orange and white ball that doesn't look like it would support life.
Floating around it, there's a rather large space station, all dull greys and blacks, with several beeping lights.
"Okay," Atton says, wheeling around the pilot's chair to peer at Will and Guppy. "I have a contact on the Transimir Station. Once we talk to him, we can do stuff. Cantinas. Museums. Stuff. I mean, not museums, they're dull, but cantinas."
Floating around it, there's a rather large space station, all dull greys and blacks, with several beeping lights.
"Okay," Atton says, wheeling around the pilot's chair to peer at Will and Guppy. "I have a contact on the Transimir Station. Once we talk to him, we can do stuff. Cantinas. Museums. Stuff. I mean, not museums, they're dull, but cantinas."
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Date: 2009-02-21 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-21 11:43 pm (UTC)Atton frowns, slightly.
"I'm hoping they won't notice us, though. We're hardly giving off any energy signature."
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Date: 2009-02-21 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-21 11:53 pm (UTC)There's another flash of the red light, and the underside of something appears on the hologram. It's apparently too large to fit. Atton zooms out until it can be seen in it's entirety.
It's a ship, but one that completely dwarfes the Interdictors, and is of a clearly different design. It's long, made of overlapping armour plates, and on one end the engines give out to squid-like, metal tentacles in their hundreds, and on the other, presumably the front end, four spiny 'legs' twitch, just behind what appears to be a head, with two feelers and eight glowing lights.
It looks like some sort of giant sea creature, like somebody took a bunch of crustaceans and a couple of cephalopods and fused them together.
"Never seen anything like that before."
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:10 am (UTC)Is really all Will's got, maybe it didn't see them.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:12 am (UTC)It's a minor distraction from imminent death anyway.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:17 am (UTC)The holographic image of it turns, slightly, just the head, so that the eyes seem to focus on each of them in turn.
Then, all hell breaks loose.
The displays - those of them that are still on - are suddenly all replaced by a glowing, panes-of-glass pattern of blue, green and silver light. A siren goes off, and Atton presses a hand to his head, running to one of the consoles.
"It's all gone haywire."
The glass of the cockpit window starts to crack, and all the machinery around them begins to spark as the ship shakes, lightly at first, then more and more. At a nearby console, a fire starts.
"Escape pods. Follow me," Atton says, heading off down the corridor.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 12:27 am (UTC)"Each pod holds two people. You two get in one and I'll get in another. I'll send out all four, so that two can act as decoys."
From the front of the ship, there's a great whining noise, as the entire front of the ship starts to tear away. A containment field goes up before any air can escape, but it starts fizzing and crackling pretty quickly.
"Get in, quickly."
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:32 am (UTC)"Keep safe an will find a way to meet up soon."
Then he ducks in, grabbing Guppy in after him.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:35 am (UTC)He sits in the pod, looking around for controls or seatbelts or anything important he needs to notice.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:39 am (UTC)Atton quickly sends off two of the pods, before clambering into his own.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 12:47 am (UTC)"How do we steer?" he asks, looking around for a joystick. His hands are shaking. "It seems to be steering. Can you see the other three pods, did Atton get out?"
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:51 am (UTC)There's a fizzle, and then a hologram of Atton appears. Just a small one, about two inches tall.
"Guppy, Will. My pod is heading down to the planet, I'll send you the coordinates and meet you there."
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:53 am (UTC)Will honestly has no idea what to do so just peers out the window and grabs the seat a bit hard as they're floating through space.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:59 am (UTC)"How do we reply?" he asks, bringing his knees up to his chest and allowing his sweating forehead to rest on one of them.
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:05 am (UTC)"Ditch the escape pod when you get there, and keep a low profile. Look for Lagos Ren. He may be using a different name."
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:07 am (UTC)If Will thinks about what happens he won't be able to do as much so at the moment he's working on adrenaline and instinct.
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 01:15 am (UTC)Atton's image flickers a little.
"He's shorter than me ..." Static starts to block more and more of what he's saying. "... hair ... wears a lot of ... you'll find him in the ... or the ... hopefully. If you can't find him ... ot ... venient ... atic."
He fiddles about with something, becoming momentarily clearer.
"If you get down to the planet, I can find you. Keep as low a profile as you can, and stick together, both of you. Force be with you both." The image fizzles out.
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:17 am (UTC)"Breath, we'll find a way to get it figured, some'ow."
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:27 am (UTC)Guppy nods. He takes the opportunity of not needing to do anything for a few minutes to try and compose himself. He actually has the breathing under control; hyperventilating and passing out in this situation might cost him his life. The rest of him feels like shit.
"I'm okay." he says, which is a complete lie, but he hopes to convey that he's got it under control enough not to be a liability. Hopefully.
He manages to calm himself down enough to uncurl and hug Will.
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Date: 2009-02-22 01:30 am (UTC)