Daisy Weldon's Story

Preparing to dock the rustbucket she called a ship, Daisy sighed in pure relief, once the clamps locked on, early on there been some tense moments as they navigated through some broken up debries surrounding the area, but that merely encouraged her belief that this was haul of a lifetime. Her crew was made up of her, the pilot and leader, Rei their guide and skilled in her own ways and couple others, really she just handed money to people hoping they would take it. Most seemed unaware of Jarrako Downs but one who seemed in the know point blank refused it. Of course this had not discouraged herself being more encouraged, everything spoke of this being a haul of a lifetime, and no ghost stories or proclaimations of unknowns was going to stop her. Nonetheless, it had been difficult to navigate through this field, and once or twice she had almost crashed, but almost was not a crash, so a win in her book.

Many would mistake Daisy, for being competent, yes and no was the best answer, whereas she could fly pretty damn well, when it came to the actual practical smuggling stuff, she was rather well clumsy, often tripping up, activating self-destruct sequences or worse alerting people. It was not she tried to screw up, but she was just a klutz, this of course caused major issues at the best of time, and many a frayed temper... Or singed eye-brows or near-dying...

Daisy may be clumsy in real life, but when it came to flying a bird, she generally got in and out without much trouble, still the utter silence as she activated the space stations electronics via her console and checked the oxygen levels, she spoke back to the crew, "We are now arrived at our destinations, Jarrako Downs, once formally a huge space station, now our haul of a life time, remember you see it, is yours. The only thing I want is whatever caused that bleeping anomaly on my screen, that is mine. Anything else is yours." pausing she added, "Oh and note this place O2 levels are fine, as are the systems so no space suit required, but take a respirator just in case." again a pause as she cleared her throat to reveal the big fact, "We are the first here, if things turn as well as I desire, we shall be in the big money after this..."

Money wasn't so much of an issue for Rei, she was largely comfortable enough as it was thanks to her own adventures, but on one hand she couldn't really pass up a haul as rich as this. The abandoned station promised hard to find electronics and other potential ephemera for use in barter or trade. "Just keep your pants on Dais.." Rei muttered in exasperation. The woman had been so impatient to get over there, that she'd hit quite a few objects in the debris field, and nearly rammed the ship into other things in her rush to get to Jarrako.

"Take an emergency suit just in case. We don't know how stable the airlocks are, or how good the O2 sat is." She added as a suggestion while most of the crew was currently groaning and moaning about Daisy's piloting skills; most of them space sick from the crazy maneuvers that the other woman had used. Rei herself was a little nauseated from the turbulent flight in, and hoped that their pilot wouldn't have the same ideas for navigation on their way out.

Unstrapping herself from the seat with it's webbing in the ship, Rei made her way over to the airlock as she waited for it to match pressures with the abandoned station. She just hoped that the other's electronics hadn't failed, even though she was sure that they had been made to last quite some time out in the harsh conditions of space.

Seth was relieved to say the least when the ship docked. He had not been entirely prepared for space travel. His body had only just started getting used to it when they had begun the approach to the Jarrako Downs, which wasn't the most pleasant experience. He found that he much preferred near misses and possible death when he was the one controlling what ever vehicle was hurling him towards them, he didn't have experience flying in space, but he wasn't sure if approaches were supposed to include things like 'near misses' and "the looming feeling of death"... He could tell he was getting hooked either way. Space was dangerous. He liked dangerous.

It was the biggest reason he had come, out side of the chance to make a ton of money, he thought he might find a new adrenaline rush out here. He had spent the vast majority of the upfront payment getting himself equipped for such a trip, and he decided that regardless of the reassurance that the atmosphere was fine he might as well wear the suit. It wasn't some big bulky heavily armored thing so his mobility wasn't going to be hindered very much, besides that it had integral fasteners for various things which made bringing his other things easier. He closed the suit up and attached the helmet one of the fasteners. Honestly, deep down, he kind of felt like a bad ass, but then he always did like getting new gear.

He made his way toward the air lock, seeing the others, "If I didn't know any better I would have thought we were trying to see just how much damage this thing could take before it gave up." he smiled a sly grin and laughed. "Who's ready to make some money?"

After flying on the rust bucket of a ship, Russian and the others soon docked at their destination. Now he was an experienced mercenary, doing lots of jobs just for some money but this was the first time he was asked to do a smuggling operation. Clearly he was not suited for a job like this but it was relatively simple, at least it should be simple. Gather some object, sneak said object to an area that has outlawed said object and deliver it to people willing to pay lots of money.

For the entire ride he had been maintaining his favorite rifle, and old fashioned, bolt-action rifle with just five rounds per clip, however he used many different types of ammunition finely crafted by hand to give him some surprising firepower, but truth be told he could not handle the recoil of any automatic weapons unless he was in a mech. Speaking of mechs he did not have a mech with him for this job since sneaking around in a giant stompy machine would be pretty hard to do, instead he had lots of equipment with him such as portable shields, some gun drones, a oxygen mask, some extra food and water, and a large backpack to fill it full of anything he found.

As soon as he heard the announcement from the pilot of the ship that they were ready to disembark, he made his way over to the airlock to meet with the others. "Well since we are going to work together for an unknown amount of time I believe introductions are in order. The names Russian, pleased to make your acquaintance. And you good sir, I am very much prepared to make some money!" He chuckled as he gave his rifle on last look over.

Exiting the cockpit she dismissed the looks before removing her shotgun from shelf nearby. Cocking it experimently. The shotgun did not of course fire bullets, it was instead capable of firing a disruptor type beam. Ambling over confidently, although in her usual style, once on the ground she immediately tripped over; flying to the ground with a thud. Groaning, she quickly picked herself up, checking everything before standing with the other, "Sorry, someone left something in the way, did not notice..." Pausing she once more checked her body for any bruises and kicking viciously away the offending object which had caused her to trip, "Also you do realize there was ton of wreckage to navigate, just be glad we made it..." once more she cocked her gun, "Okay, since we don't anything about this, let's stick around until we get the power back on, fortunately the control room is very close by."

Moving away she walked over to some storage area, stood on tiptoes and dug in the compartment, until her hand managed to find them. Pulling them all out, in a huge mess that fell on top of her, she once more got up, groaning, "I'll clean this up later..." once again standing, she picked up the intercoms and flung one at of them, "Very expensive, very good communicator, they have built in heat signature sensors in them, this is how we shall keep in communication and also prevent ourselves getting lost..." well despite being clumsy or overly confident, at least she had thought of the obvious. Nonetheless, in short succession, she had tripped over something in the way of her and then had a huge pile of stuff fall on her, which she later proclaimed will tidy, oh boy.

Once clear of the pile, she again cocked her gun grinning, "Remember that anomaly is mine, otherwise, let's do this!" pushing the button to release the door, she peered into the dark tunnel, "Any ghosts here?" her voice echoed back, but nothing else followed, "Guess they are dead."

Rei didn't bother to introduce herself to the other two at the airlock, and instead looked looked at Daisy with mild annoyance as the woman tripped to fall face first onto the deck of the small shuttle, then proceeded to bury herself under another pile of gear. "I hope that thing isn't loaded..." Rei said, voice dripping with sarcasm. It appeared that whatever safety the gun possessed was the only thing keeping it from going off when the other had tripped. While she really didn't know Daisy terribly well, if at all, she was starting to second guess how good of an idea this whole thing would be.

Because while hard to find electronics, components, and other things would fetch a nice price at market, Rei questioned what else might be there to greet them. "It's more than likely something that's going to eat you anyway." She said chuckling at her own dark humor. The anomaly didn't interest her, and to be honest she was so far only mildly curious. "Of course they're dead, no one lives on a derelict." Rei added rolling her eyes, as she watched the other peer down the gangway into the station. "For your sake I hope the gravity generators are online." She muttered pushing past the other into the dark.

"For her sake I hope the gravity generators are offline." Seth grinned. He had seen clumsy people before, but this might be something special. He didn't check a weapon, maybe it was naivety, he did bring one, but he didn't really expect to be getting into any gunfights on a derelict space station, so it stayed in it's holster in one of the half dozen or so cargo pouches that were attached at convenient spots on his suit.

He looked over the communicator before discovering that his suits built in mic and ear piece could be paired with the unit. "Nifty." he mussed as he made a couple of adjustments before hooking the communicator on a fastener where he could easily get to it if he needed the head sensor, his helmet could give him the display but he didn't want to keep that on if he didn't have to.

The causeway seemed stale, but Seth supposed a sealed off ship floating around in space wouldn't have the best smelling air. He stood next to the Russian for a moment, staring down the causeway, "Seth, Libanori. Buy you can call me "the Italian" if you want... just you though, it would be awkward if anyone else did, unless you happen to know a lot of "the Italians" already that is..." It was dry humor, dry humor for dry air. He stepped forward, unsure of what he expected to find, but hoping the trip would be worth the experience.

Russian watched as Daisy, the woman who came from the cockpit of the ship flopped onto the ground after tripping over a strange object. He did his best not to burt out laughing, but he did let out a soft chuckle. "Great, there is a klutz tagging along with us, as long as she doesn't trip and fall on the stations self destruct button, we should be fine regardless." He spoke while still suppressing his laughter.

After his small fit of laughter he watched as Daisy began to rummage through some kind of storage area before tossing them some strange device and explained that they were a very expensive communications device so they could keep in contact, they also had a built in heat sensor. Pretty fancy for a communicator he thought to himself, he also had a faint hope that they could keep them after this was all over, the more stuff that could help him survive, the better. His thoughts were soon again replaced with laughter as he watched a waterfall of objects begins to fall on her. "This is like something straight from a cartoon, I'm sorry but this is too funny!" He erupted into laughter before quickly clearing his voice and stopping completely.

His attention now turned to Seth who had introduced himself, and also told them that they could call him "the Italian". "I will keep that in mind Italian. But we should get a move on, no telling what will happen to miss Klutzy pilot if we are not there to protect her from falling, and judging how she fell twice within a few minutes...It would be safe to keep an eye on her. Not that I'm worried for her, just worried she might fall into an alien nest and wake it up." He told him before following Daisy outside the ship to begin their search of the derelict space station.

She walks on of what she only thinks are remains of a space station "i think i can study here" she said mumbling "it wont attract the anyone unless there are still people aboard this wreck" she says while floating into the station "i think ill be able to get some tech off this joint or not if i don't i'll be unlucky" she looks in her HUD to see if there's any oxygen but she keeps looking for salvageable materials she couldn't help to see some people in the distance but she kept her distance as she kept on salvaging for tech

Huffing rather embarassed she immediately responded, "Oi, I got us here, don't worry about myself. This ain't my first rodeo. I may appear blinkered, but I promise you I am totally competent." glaring at the guy calling himself the Russian she immediately marched down the walkway gripping her shotgun. Unlike others she was prepared, because the stories of this place had hardly endeared her to the place, as well as some of the reactions. That being said, most agreed if people could survive it would be a haul of a lifetime, although from her perception the place was totally abandoned. Perhaps the logs would fill in the information, main control room for the station was fortunately close.

Bending down next to the door blocking the passage to the space station, she quickly unscrewed the hatch and gave a cursory look over the controls, to see if she could understand them. Despite her best understanding of tech, this was beyond her level, so immediately she went over to the group, "The door been deadlocked. I never seen tech like this, anyone got skills for hacking doors or at least getting us through. We can't go anywhere until that dead lock is removed, I promise you that." currently inside the passage that would lead to space station, she could see out the glass, and see the floating debries and wreckage, so many different types. Some of those may be worth checking later, especially, "Holy shit." she exclaimed louder than intended, "LOOK! OVER THERE... That is a Macluan Warship right over there... not recognizable, but if you look at the cannon, and go down you can see the insignia... I have only ever seen pictures of them, that one looks not too damaged, the weapons alone are demanded on black market." having lost focus, she continued to marvel at the graveyard in front of her, "My friends, we have hit the jackpot."

Rei could tell that this was going to be a taxing trip, if only because of Daisy's ADD and klutzy behavior. She just hoped to whatever god or even gods that were out there, that the woman didn't accidentally shoot, kill, or maim anyone. "Sure, you're as competent as I'm sane.." Rei commented blithely. She wasn't so sure why Daisy was worried about the station, but then again there might actually be some zombie or alien horde waiting to enslave them or eat them; either one might be interesting.

Rolling her eyes as Daisy shouted and practically salivated on the glass in the close confines of the passage tunnel, Rei just glared at the woman who was currently trying what little patience she had. "Yeah but you'll have to get through it's defenses, without hitting any of the debris..." She pointed out as she pushed past the hyperactive woman to take a look at the door. Surveying the door, and the systems attached, Rei saw that while the locks had mated up this door wasn't as willing to be opened. "Hm... typical outer rim tech." She muttered pulling a small cord from her pocket and attaching it's minuscule connector to the white bracelet like device on her wrist and the other end to a small port in the door's control unit.

"Five minutes, and the lock should be tripped."

Look at the cannon, go down and you can see an insignia... "Yeah, nope." Seth was fairly certain he was looking at the hunk of metal that Daisy was referring to, but he certainly couldn't make anything of it. Of course he had no idea what a Macluan Warship looked like, you could park one in front of his flat and he wouldn't have a clue what to call it, other than big most likely, but then most things were big compared to his flat.

He continued staring out the window into the vast openness of space as they waited for the door to open. There were all manner of debris hanging around the station, the warship was certainly not alone. He pondered the practicality of getting himself a ship, something small and fast of course, maybe if this trip really did turn out to be lucrative he would make a couple more and save up for one. It certainly would add a certain 'piece de resistance' to his garage back home... certainly would be an interesting conversation starter, and of course the ability to fly, in space, well that's worth the price of admission of course.

He started absentmindedly drumming his thumb on the railing, staring off into oblivion, day dreaming of picking up women in a space ship...

At the mention of a door blocking their path, Russian spoke up. "I can easily get that door open, just give me a minute or two and that door will be open like a jar full of...cookies?" He started but he watched as Rei pushed past Daisy and began to hack the door herself. Was it just him or did she just steal his thunder? Whatever it was he just sighed and looked outside the window, curious when he heard Daisy shout in surprise.

Looking outside the window Russian couldn't help but whistle and marvel at the sight of the old warship. "Interesting ship, you said it was a...Macluan Warship, am I correct? Well whatever it was its gotta be worth a lot of money if we can bring some of its components with us but atlas...if only I had brought some sort of towing ship, I could easily get that ship working at full efficiency. If I get the materials of course, military grade stuff is expensive."

Suddenly something hit him in the head, not physically but mentally. He said Warship right? Then why on earth did the previous owners of this station abandon a multi-million dollar warship? "Hey Daisy, your like the captain of this expedition right? Do you happen to know who owned this station? Or better yet why do you think anyone would leave behind a very expensive warship for scavengers like us to ransack it. I mean if they were in a rush sure they would leave it behind, but what emergency would warrant leaving behind that ship behind? Even if they were under attack the enemy would take it with them. Perhaps the people on this station mysteriously died and whatever killed them is still on this ship and lurking in the corridors and has probably sensed us and is planning some sort of ambush to give us tea and cookies." He laughed playfully even though he had just pointed out something which would set some fear in the others.

Being interrupted from her reveries she coughed awkwardly having been expected as being seen as the leader, but not expecting it at the same time, nonetheless she turned her face from the scrap of a lifetime and gave a shrug, "It's rather why I want to look at the logs of the station, perhaps it could help fill in the blanks. I do know these details in its golden age, the station had visitors and ambassadors from all the old nations. It was meant to be I believe a neutral diplomatic zone. No one quite sure what happened, of course there is theories the most common being that someone brought something highly infectious on board and to prevent spread they barred all doors. Of course this is only one historian's theory. It is in essence an enigma." noticing the looks she slapped her face, "Oh god, you don't think that is the first thing I checked. I checked for any pathogens with my scan when docking, there is nothing although I still want to see those logs or maybe this anomaly is part of the equation." giving half-hearted shrug she took a breath, "I admit I am in this for more than the money, after all I am descended from one of the older nations, like way back. Barely noticible except when you examine my blood."

Sighing she pulled out a device from her pocket, it appeared to some sort of automatic note-taker, a rather flimsy device, but popular with the Journalists around the systems, "Anyway, I am sure answers will be provided once we reach the control room, although from here on in, the doors will be even tougher to crack open. People can get in here fine, but they rarely get elsewhere as the door to control room is utterly impossible to crack, thus why I wanted two expert hackers or crackers. Anything can be broken open and that control room has answers to century long questions."

"The Macluan's were quite the race with military prowess, rumor has it that they were in negotiations with this particular station for trade and things were going good until someone insulted someone's mother." Rei said with slight snicker as her voice floated up from where she was hunched over the control panel at the door. "It would be a hell of a scrap, but good luck getting past it's weapons... if they're awake." She added as she watched a complex ream of code scroll by on a small holographic display projected against the nearby bulkhead wall.

"Developing nations will pay a nice price for hell class weapons. You know the sort that are eager to show their own how well they can defend themselves against larger nations in acquisition attempts." Rei continued with a slight shrug as she pinpointed the weakness she was getting ready to exploit. "Alright, gentlemen, and lady. Prepare for open sesame!" She said with a grin as the group heard the locks begin to cycle with dull, halting, and grinding; hinting at the century or longer's worth of disuse.

"Next one's yours Russ." She said looking back over her shoulder at the group.

More stale air. It was the first thing Seth noticed as the door opened. He hadn't realized air could feel so stale. The door creaked and jolted as it opened, almost like it was protesting being woken up for this task, but finally it was open. Seth took a lost look at the openness of space, and turned toward the darkness of the stations interior.

There were few lights, mostly small, all dim. None of them put off enough light to see by. He flipped on a light that was hanging at his chest and light filled the space before him. Everything looked strangely clean, there was the thinnest layer of dust covering everything, but in the closed station once everything had settled there was nothing left to accumulate. "No doubt lights and circulation are in the control room." He mussed as he looked around casually. "Unless there are mechanical controls somewhere?" if they could get the lights on before trying to get into the control room it would make things easier, if they could get the ventilation working it would make things more comfortable, he kept his eyes peeled for anything that looked like it might control those systems, but didn't get the feeling he was going to have much luck. He saw a few panels that looked like remote access for the lighting but when he tried them nothing responded, they would have to find a sub relay or master control panel to get the remote access system back online.

"Keep an eye out for danger high voltage marked doors, hopefully we can get into the lighting system if we find a sub relay." He continued into the station slowly, "I told you all we should have made reservations..."

After hearing the two ladies theories on what happened to the station, Russian soon turned his attention to the door as it opened. "Well thanks for letting me get the next locked thing, now let us proceed onward into that very dark corridor. I'm sure that's safe!" He exclaimed as he followed behind the others into the dark corridor and un-slung his rifle and turned on a flashlight.

As he walked through the corridor he made sure to make sure each room with the door was open was clear and not filled with some sleeping aliens. Instead all he found in each room was rubble and old terminals that were long since broken, nothing even worth salvaging. There was one thing he hated about corridors, if they got flanked they would have nowhere to retreat which was unsettling to say the least. Of course he may just be paranoid and thinking of possible situations that may not happen to them.

"Jeeze...could have picked some sort of alien hive and it would be less creepier then this place. Maybe we should make our way to the stations armory or storage bay, it must contain some loot that we could snag. Afterwards we can head to the stations command center, get some info about this place then get to this strange reading that the captain discovered."

Finally entering the innards of the colossal space station, she pulled out a hand torch from her pocket and shone the beam in front of her, from what she could see this appeared to be a loading bay, which likely meant nearby was the hanger. Technically she find the entrance to this, open the main door and go back to move the ship, but it was a huge hassle and the ship was safe. Besides who knew if the hanger doors worked, although this thought did bring a new one to the forefront, "If that warship still outside, it is probable if we can open the hanger doors there may be some landed ships we could salvage from, in fact since Russ you were interested in that stuff, once we get power back on from control room, you can see what you can find in the hanger. Although tell us if you find any Macluan Tech contact us." shining the light down the passage, she too could notice the thick stale air, and found herself breathing through her nose rather her mouth to prevent coughing, "Let's see schematics I saw, suggested the control was assessible from here..."

Pausing she started walking around to further inspect trying to be sure of the layout, or even trying to find manual light box, after a bit of searching she discovered it near some old crates, checking she broke the lid before rerouting the power and in a flash the lights went on, lighting up the room.

The room was in utter chaos, boxes strewn everywhere, blaster burns covering the walls and ceilings and finally to make this display complete a skeleton with extreme damage to their back, more blaster abrasions. Ignoring this, or choosing not to comment, Daisy, saw a huge door that was obviously the control room, "There it is, I am going to search these crates while you guys handle the blast doors."

Carefully she approached one, and first unsuccessfully tried to rip the lid off, sadly she did not have much upper body strength, so brute force would not remove the lid. Glaring at the inanimate object, she huffed annoyed before, looking to her gun, grinning, and immediately switching the mode of the shotgun to quick burst. Once done, two loud blasts would be heard, as the lid was utterly obliterated.

Once the wreckage cleared, she peered in ignoring all safety concerns and immediately her eyes widened in surprise, "Guys there is some sort of mineral in this one."

"Oh you're welcome, and don't worry sweetie, it's probably as safe as an asteroid field." Rei replied with a lopsided, lazy grin.

Following Daisy and the others through the station towards the main control room, she coughed and hacked as she struggled with the stale, dust filled air. "Likely will be more than just Maculan tech there, looks like this was some sort of refueling stop for chemical based drives." She said as she paused to rub a bit of dust off a nearby sign with multiple languages. With it's red lettering and arrow, it most likely directed persons towards a mess or other important office.

Looking at Daisy and then the blast doors, she shrugged and motioned towards Russian. "After you." Rei said, slightly curious as to what the contents of the crates might be, as mineral didn't really tell her anything.

Seth switched off his light as the power came up, grateful of the improved situation. He wouldn't have much luck with the door to the control room so he continued to meander about, trying to figure out what some of the labels on a crate meant when Daisy blew the top off another causing him to jump around in surprise. He certainly hadn't been expecting her method. "Well, remind me to call you if I ever need something highly explosive or fragile opened, eh?"

He peaked inside after the smoke cleared when she exclaimed that there was some sort of mineral in the crate. "Oh, interesting... mhmmm, uh huh..." He made a point of looking at the stuff like he had seen it before, running his hand around the crate a bit in a show of examining the contents before finishing. "So what the hell is it?"

He then realized that having no idea what the stuff was, he had no idea if it had been safe to touch... but he wasn't dead and his gloves didn't seem to be melting away at the moment, so he assured himself it couldn't possibly be that bad.