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"Now unless you can find a way to help your colleagues out there then may I suggest you shut the hell up and let me do my job?" @SimplyJohn

Mez didn't take kindly to being told what to do, especially in the manner that the pilot had spoken. But alas, he was under duress. 'Pathetic Humans, they can barely manage the pressures of even the simplest tasks.' He thought to himself. Mez remained silent for a short few seconds before speaking again. "Do you have any way of prematurely extending the umbilical? You have two cybernetically enhanced beings whose machinery still operates effectively in the voids of space. We could both assist with guiding the ship in so long as we're locked onto the Star. Those droids will be an issue though but the Syndarin seems to have that covered." He needn't inform him that he'd expected there to be some form of life on the ship. As big as his ego was, the pilot probably couldn't handle that as well as the ship right now.

Mez's grin faded slowly as his former lover began unabashedly flirting with the Human she called Farvis. He too began to reciprocate her verbal advances. He knew that she was doing it to get at him but it worked all the same. Not in the way she would have hoped, however. A cold chill ran down his spine, a surprisingly familiar feeling, yet an old one. One he hadn't experienced since...since Xerxes. It was a deadly emotion, not anger nor was it rage but something a lot calmer. It was an eerie feeling, a silent vow of resignation to kill a man not out of hatred or resentment but pure will. This wasn't a brash reaction, but a cold and calculated decision. Farvis would die by his hand. Marga had never been witness to this side of him before, even despite the numerous times he had flown into a fit of jealousy and anger previously. No. This was the monster he truly was, the assassin created by his own people who knew only the mission. 

But it would have to wait. During their brief spat, the others had found a way onto the ship. Well the Gygan, Hundred was her name, had actually, which wasn't exactly a surprise. During his many years oppressing several races of the cosmos for his former Government, Mez had come across a few Gygan servitors. He'd even captured and enslaved one himself, a feat he held in high regard given how resilient and resourceful the bastards were. Their technology was incredibly similar to Visipian tech, however, the Gyges Consortium seemed to hold the leading edge on the matter, which is why he was tasked with capturing one of them. Rosenthal, the Eternal Lord of Research & Technology, had become infatuated with their work, hailing it as a piece of art. It was he who combined Visipian Cybernetics with Gygan Technology to create the 'perfect' cybernetic implants. The very implants that resided as a part of his being. In a strange sort of way, the thought of Hundreds as his tech-sister. A ridiculous thought but at least that showed he was still part organic.

He stood suddenly, deciding not to dignify Marga with a response. Her time would come along with her filthy Human. His eyes were glazed over now and his expression; Ice cold. He was every bit the killer he grew up to be. He strode forward with purpose towards the cockpit. He noticed the door sliding open and the other Human going inside. Mez reached the doorway and peered through the cockpit window. What he saw was the Gygan standing in front of the airlock they had talked about entering. It was barely open but he could easily make out movement on the floor beyond her. It was a blue and rather fluid-like thing. He enhanced his optical lenses, quickly discovering that the thing was actually plural and they were droids of some kind, similar to a Rock-Beetle back on Visipia. The human who had entered the cockpit began to speak about an incoming asteroid field. "The human is right, those two are jeopardizing the mission. And I don't intend to be shot to shit by a bunch of space rocks."

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LALALA, Not Listening! LALALALALA!

I've got tickets to see it at the BFI iMax next weekend with the family so I'm going to have a tense week avoiding it until then.@SimplyJohn

You will thoroughly enjoy it. I fanboy squealed roughly five times throughout the movie. :D

Workin' on a post btw.

Literally just got home from watching it. It came out like a whole 24hrs ago in the UK

Apologies for the absence however... Avengers 2 was incredible O.o

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JR remembered to bring a comm headset as part of his gear and you're on a military shuttle, a quick check of what gear they have on board might reward you with something you could use too.@SimplyJohn

Perfect :D

And trying to make Mez jealous, eh @Bonjour xx? That's a dangerous game she's playing haha!

So what I'm getting from this discussion is that we're gonna go in and try to look for coordinates and message logs to find out what happened. To do that we'll need power, which means we'll need a team to go down to engineering and try to switch the old girl on. If the engines are screwed, a ship that size will have auxilary power cores (massive capacitors basically) which could potentially still hold power even ten years later. That would mean we need a minimum of two teams, one at engineering and one at the bridge.

What do we have in the way of comms?

The doctor will follow wherever the party goes. 

Although if they're investigating the mystery of a missing ship, then the first place they should check is the bridge, yes?@DJAtomika

The bridge computers could certainly indicate what happened to the Lone Star. If we could restore the power, checking the navigation console for its last recorded coordinates would paint a decent picture of where to start.

You guys are just trampling on my childhood now. Their play den was AMAZING! And the ball pools!!!!@Bonjour xx

Yeah see, my childhood consisted of Wacky Warehouse whose play areas were a billion times better than McDonald's. Once you've had caviar, it's hard to go back to sausages.

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