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Seth Libanori

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Chuckles

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Produced by a secret developer on Origin and is being shipped Galaxy Wide, this is possibly one of the strongest liqours out there, with the kick of a Dragon.

Description

Blue eyes and dirty blonde hair complement Seth's naturally tan skin. Standing just shy of six feet and weighing in at 164 lbs he keeps himself in top physical condition.

Usually seen wearing his dark brown (nearly black) leather riding jacket and slim fitting jeans.

He has three tattoos, one on the outside of his left forearm reading from wrist to elbow "The reasons why we live" and the other on the outside of his right forearm reading from elbow to wrist "Will miss us when we're gone" the third is on the back of his right shoulder and reads "Live free, ride free, die free" Wrapped around the number 17

-Has studied various martial arts though he is not a master of any.
-Avid free runner
-Years of racing both cars and motorcycles have helped raise his twitch reflex and reaction time as well as his perception
-Participates in shooting events, such as three gun, as well as casual shooting, while he is not an elite firearms combatant, he is proficient
-Presents an unusually laissez faire attitude towards danger and death, increasing the probability that he will do something unexpected from a risk factor in certain situations

Personality

Highly sarcastic and adventurous, Seth has always been a thrill seeker at heart. As much as he seems to enjoy being in a crowd he actually tends to get nervous if too much attention is drawn to him, a strange trait for a man who made a living and still dabbles in racing. Despite his willingness to engage in rather reckless actions he doesn't actually have a death wish, and does think through a lot of situations before jumping, though he is comfortable enough with his reactions to trust them if he doesn't have time to think things through. This combination has served him well enough to keep him alive through a number of harrowing adventures.

Seth has a history with Multiple Personality Disorder. This was a large factor in his adrenaline junkie lifestyle as he found it easier to surpress latent personalities while his adrenaline was up and his mind was focused on a task that carried some risk to life and limb. It was also the reason he first begain studying martial arts as a form of meditation, attempting to control those personalities while calm. The combination of risk and meditation over a number of years have helped to give Seth relative control over those personalities. While he is always conscious of them it takes less conscious effort to subdue them.

Equipment

Ship:




Registration: "Salvatore"
Registration owner: Seth Libanori
Classification: Medium Utility Craft MUC-2160-FTL
Origin: Andormen Transport Utilities Inc. (defunct)
Capable range: Interstellar
Standard drive: Fusion torch
FTL capable?: Yes
FTL drive: Ezo Core
Atmosphere capable?: Yes
Atmosphere drive: Jet Turbine and Turbo fan
Length: 178 ft (overall)
Width: 25 ft (body) 80 ft (overall)
Hight: 36 ft (body)
Decks: 3
Upper: bridge (pilot/coms/charting), mess, galley, life support/recycling
Mid: Gun control (ladder access from bridge/coms), Captains quaters (ladder access from bridge/charting), Crews quarters, Passenger births and common space
Lower: shield generator (ladder access from gun control), pressurized cargo, non-pressurized cargo, Engineering
Cargo capacity (area-total): 15,600 ft3
Cargo capacity (area-pressurized): 3,900 ft3
Crew/passenger capacity: 11
Crew minimum: 1

Notes: Acquired during the Jarrako Downs incident. In what was possibly the single most reckless action of his life, Seth abandoned an escalating situation and blew himself into the space around the station by locking himself in an airlock and blowing the external hatch with a plasma rifle that had been found on board. He then managed, by what many would call sheer dumb luck, to make his way to the ship which had been moored to a docking buoy.

The MUC-2160-FTL is a surprisingly nimble craft, having been developed for use in congested areas including deep space stations and asteroid mining operations. It is relatively resilient and boasts an above average STL speed while maintaining both atmospheric and FTL capabilities. Despite being designed to handle a broad range of tasks by A.T.U. Inc. the 2160-FTL was a relatively lightly used craft as the Andormen often preferred more job specific craft. Many buyers at the time did not see the value of a rather small interstellar capable "transport" vessel when larger specialized craft were available for interstellar transportation. The FTL drive also made the 2160-FTL more costly than NLS capable vessels (namely the MUC-2150-NLS) for interplanetary routes.

So begins...

Seth Libanori's Story

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"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.

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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..."

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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."

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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Z groaned, not unlike the pile of metal she had slept upon, as she rolled off of last night's bed. Rubbing her eyes, she hopped onto the ground with a soft thump

She passed what was left of the fight last night. Rusty stains that were not rust, newly scorched metal blending in with the old, thick claw marks that could almost be from swords, sword marks that could've been from claws and a single crossbow bolt, imbedded in the skeleton of an old ship.

The previous night was the first sleep she'd gotten in months. And so, nine hours, many sleep-deprived remarks, and some not-so-thought out flirts ago, she got into a fight. Two big, burly men who were half angry at flirts directed at their girlfriends, half confused at the very same flirts directed at them, had dragged her away, beating her like a sack of potatoes. They probably thought her dead, but she was just so hard to kill if you didn't know what she was. Rubbing her back, Zenoch made a mental note not to get in fights. She also noted the sound of approaching footsteps as she backed into the shadows.

She could just not fight, she could be peaceful.

But that was just sooooo hard.

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As the lights switched on, the paranoia that welled up in Russian dissipated as quickly as it came. Maybe it was the warming aura of the light? Oh who was he kidding, it was now because he could now see more than a few feet in front of him. If he can see an enemy coming from a longer distance then he had no fear because he could easily gun them down before they even got close enough.

While he was thinking, Daisy told them that she was going to search some crates while they get the blast doors. Since Rei told him he could hack the next thing he leaped next to the door and pulled out a strange device that was attached to his arm. "Now lets see what type of security this door has..." Mumbling to himself, a hologram floated about his device and he gave a small whistle. "Military grade security, must be some good loot in there to be locked tight by a blast door. I can get it open in no time." He then began to furiously move his fingers all over the holographic display, and in just half a minute the door clicked but did not open. "And like magic, the door is unlocked. But now its time to find out what Daisy found!" He exclaimed before going into the room where Daisy had gone into to open the crates, curious about the mineral she found.

Entering the room, he moved to where the others had gathered and peered into the box. It was definitely a mineral, but he had never seen this type of mineral before. "I say we take it with us, might be valuable, or durable enough to make some type of armor with it."

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Clearly not paying complete attention, Daisy scooped her hand into the crate and dug out one of the aforementioned minerals. As she weighed it in her hand, she gave one wry smirk at Seth, "Maybe it is slow acting..." nonetheless she continued her examination. It was really rather light, but appeared hard and dense. Yet the weight did not correspond to the actual knowledge she had. The one she had in her hands, gripping tightly was almost very dark purple. whereas others inside were brighter. Including some being magenta. It came across less carbon-based and more like quartz.

As she examined the rock, her perspiration was so plentiful it suddenly slipped out of her grasp. Quickly she tried to catch it, half-juggling before it finally fell. The woman assumed there would be a crash and covered her eyes. Instead it merely fell. No damage, nothing. Picking it back up sheepishly, she resumed her examination after rubbing her hands over her suit. Not as fragile, but still sharing characteristics of it. Being she had no prior knowledge to actual Geology she could only make empty guesses based on what she knew, and what her eyes saw.

Regarding the one in her hand she decided to try something, but first replied to Russ, "It certainly appears hardy and capable of handling any abuse, but let's see what happens when I do fire at it." not awaiting an answer she started the process.

Carefully she placed it upon an un-open crate, switched the mode of her shotgun to shorter radius and fired once. The blast did nothing to the rock, but damaged the lid. In fact the blast had not even left a heat burn upon it facets. Puzzled she stared over it before pulling away.

Once more she tried again, aiming carefully, and watching, the beam appeared to pass through it, but not tarnish or fracture it's appearance. In fact the very rock appeared to have temporarily displaced itself when anything could damage it. Strange, but not impossible to imagine. Though, considering how light it was, it could in theory make very good armour, although how did it actually work?

Shrugging she then approached fresh crate, and fired again, destroying the lid and this time discovering weapons, but none she could name or even comprehend, "Oi, everyone there is some freaky-looking weapons here. Nothing I seen on the markets, not even Aschen tech looks this fucking strange..." drawing one up, she examined this, while awaiting the door to be opened.

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"Woah, go easy on the throttle there Dias!" Rei complained, her ears ringing from the second gun blast. "Don't blow us all to hell and back with that thing." She continued to complain as she walked over to observe the contents of the open crates. "Weapons and... purple moon rocks. The weapons are probably worth something, but the rocks look worthless." Rei remarked picking up one of the many purple hued minerals present in the crate. "What the hell were they doing with these anyway?"

The minerals weren't exactly normal fare for a space station, even one that acted as a refuel stop and small trade hub. "I say we figure out what these weapons do before putting them on the market." Rei said as she picked up one of the weapons from the crate, dusting off the soft organic packing that had cradled them for the past however many years. "While I enjoy a double cross as much as the next one of us, I don't like business problems."

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"Aye stunad!" Seth jumped as Daisy blasted the top off a crate right behind him. "Guarda dove cazzo sei riprese che cosa!" He shook his head and hands quickly, almost comically, in a full body motion as he took a few steps to the side. He began to laugh a bit at himself as Rei took one of the strange weapons out of the crate. He wasn't sure if he wanted much to do with selling weapons, that kind of thing never seemed to end well, but if he was honest neither did deep space scavenging if the movies were any indication.

"Well if we could find out what they do with out shooting them anywhere near my ass, that would be great." he laughed again, but still decided to talk a bit of a walk further away, his nerves were still going and he didn't want to start hearing voices, he had been doing good for a long time.

He wandered a bit, looking at labels, some he could read, many he couldn't, he stuck a few things that looked valuable in a pouch, and a couple of things that simply interested him. He noticed a couple of areas where the lights hadn't come on, various crates and boxes were stacked about. He decided to open a couple for himself, though he planned on not using a firearm to do it. As he approached one he had a strange feeling, like he heard something, or saw something.

"You've watched to many movies Seth..." He reassured himself, "Nothing has been living on this hunk for years." He continued towards the box removing a pry bar from a satchel.

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"That that is one tough rock, I call dibs on one!" Russian exclaimed as he grabbed on of the strange metals and shoved it into his bag. Well looks like they are having some luck, first they find some strange metals that seem to outright resist conventional firearms to the point that not even the blast marks were left, but now... "There is also a crate of weapons? Man things are getting good!" He spoke yet again as he walked over to the crate and began to examine the weapons.

They were definitely old with dust covering each one of them, he was interested. Depending on how powerful they were he could use it in the future, maybe even use the weapon as a blueprint for another weapon. Whatever the case he took out one of the weapons, dusted it off, then checked the clip for the ammo it used. The weapon he held in his hand was definitely a rifle in design, and the clip he held was glowing green. Curious about what it fired he slammed the clip back into the gun at took aim at a piece of scrap metal on the floor and took aim through the weapons scope. The scope was advanced indeed, it began to track the other around him and what type of armour they wore. 'Pretty advanced weapon if you ask me, still curious to know why they why they abbandoned crates of these weapons." He then pulled the trigger of the rifle, launching a ball of green plasma at the metal melting it almost instantly. "Looks like this weapon I have fires plasma, not a fan of energy weapons but this will be useful nonetheless."

After testing out his weapon he began to look at more of the crates scattered around the room, looking at labels for anything that interested him.

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When the moronic galoot fired the gun and completely melted the panel, she almost face-palmed.

Glancing back at the door she glared rather annoyed, "Oi Russ the door is still shut, until that Control Room is open we can't do anything so stop playing with your toys and instead get that blasted door to open up. I promise once you do I can check the crew's manifest as well equipment and item manifests. Then we can find out a lot of big questions." pointing towards the door with scowl on her face she shivered, the heating was still not on, perhaps she could, maybe?

It would at least be something useful with that she approached the box she had used to operate the lights and began to try and understand them, commenting quietly to herself as she did. Nothing too extreme nonetheless the heating seem to be controlled via vents and something had blocked them or jammed them, still maybe with some tinkering, perhaps that could provide certain answers? Sighing she carefully coordinated her fingers over the electronic components and screen in front of her, it did show something blocking those vents, "Guys, don't know what it is, but until we get into the control room there will be no heat. Because for some reason the vents that provide heat are jammed, and it seems to be effecting multiply areas of the space station. In the control room I could perhaps completely run a process to clear everything. Though I am still unsure what could be blocking them, these vents are pretty damn sophisicated tech." pausing she took a breath running her hands through her hair in frustration "Rei you recognize any of the tech from this small panel? It shows layout of the vents and all the areas blocked, there is no real pattern."

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Rei frowned as Russ as he open fired with the weapon at a random chunk of metal with the newly found weapon. "Good job genius, why don't you put us all through explosive decompression." She grumbled thinking a new rule needed to be made. "When you pick up the weapons, don't bloody fire them immediately." Rei stated pointing to the two men, who always seemed to have other ideas. "Get the door open and then we'll play with the toys, mkay?"

Glancing over her shoulder as Daisy called her name, she made a face again. "Should have dressed warmer then sweetheart." She commented off hand, though would soon admit she herself was a bit cold in her heavy jacket. "Not that sophisticated, just.. different. It's Tarsian.." Rei remarked peering over the other woman's shoulder for a moment at the small electrical panel. "Hm.." She muttered as she stepped in to take a closer look. "If we do this... this.. and this..." Rei mumbled, hands working nimbly across the screen before peering to look at the electronics again. "In all honesty, it's pretty old tech. If my guess is right, the station probably has some sort of fusion plant keeping it running." She continued as she worked through the system to try and find the right commands to open the vents.

Short of ripping the panel out, she was hitting a dead end. "Stupid...horrible... out modded.." Rei grumbled looking at the screen in annoyance.

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The top of the crate finally popped open and Seth peered inside, at this point there was no telling what he would find, some unknown indestructible mineral, some borderline life threatening weaponry, some "Canned Powdered Soup? Appena la mia fortuna..." He mumbled and shut the crate. He didn't think he would have much use for ancient canned powdered soup.

Moving on to another crate he set to work on the top. This one was a little newer looking, the seal was also tighter and it took some doing to get the thing loose. As he pry'd the top off he let it slide away, there were cases inside, some sort of cryo-stasis lock boxes, high end stuff. He pulled one out, surprised by the weight of it. "This is more like it." He smiled as he found a space to set the box down and look it over, he tapped a few keys and a screen lit but nothing else happened. Turning it over a few times he sighed and set it back on the table. None of the symbols made sense to him, he doubted he would be able to get it open with force, but when he turned to walk away he found himself carrying the box anyway.

Rei was working on some sort of control panel, though she didn't seem to be making much headway. "Have you tried threatening it with a hammer? If find that works surprisingly more often then one might expect."

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Russian tapped the side of head with his finger when Daisy mentioned opening the door. "I just told you that I got it unlocked, but if you want it open right now then alright." He gave a small sigh as he raised his arm with the device attached to it before tapping on a single holographic icon causing the ancient blast door to slowly open. "And sorrrrrry for testing out a weapon that even I have not seen before, when something cool and new just happens to be in a box in pristine condition, who wouldn't want to use it? Yeah I know I am just making up excuses at this point, anyways I got the door open..." He spoke as he snagged a few old bottles of alcohol from one of the crates and placed them in his bag along with the new weapon he grabbed.

As he stood back up he soon began to relize how cold it was, sure he was wearing his fur uniform but his face was not covered in the slightest. His attention sooner turned towards Rei as she was busy with a panel, and she also appeared to not have much luck in making it work. "You get used to working with old tech, heck I use some robots dating back to before humanity even made it past the moon. Mantinence can be a pain but they are very useful in certain situations but anyways keep at it, eventually you get it to work." He commented as he made his way to the blast doors that have just opened and peered inside, nothing but more rubble and another desolate hallway leading deeper in the station to where the control room was. "All clear past these blast doors...Not sure about the side rooms though."

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Rolling her eyes in irritation she muttered something along the lines, "Anymore brains and you would be dangerous..." With that her eyes turned towards the control room. The door now open. She immediately ran in with her torch as she searched for the consoles. It was pitch black in here, but hopefully glow of consoles would make things easier. Nonetheless she started using what she had researched tapping the console as they appeared to respond with low hum. Letting out silent elations she continued as she tried to navigate the console as best as she could. Despite her hurry to get the logs, she best probably check the station map from here, thus she pushed a switch and immediately the entire station came up. It was huge although the entire map of the station highlighted all areas, certain sectors appeared to have no oxygen within them. Pressing few more buttons she focused on the vents, all over the station these blockages were prominent and their seemed no rhyme or reason to them, "Okay still no answers, thus only solution left is purge the Ventilation Shafts let's just hope this is not anything living.

Pressing a few buttons she typed in the command and immediately the control room hummed indicating it had began, while that took place she tried to find unsecure logs, fortunately the Stations log were easy enough to find.

Captain Nimmara Log: Article 1: "The alliance we have set up in this station is a beacon of hope for those of us once plagued by war. Now if we can get these people to share knowledge we could work towards next goal. Each one of the Nations is different and varied, but the fact they have agreed to any alliance is extraordinary. I hope this is a sign of things to come, but really I am very nervous. For centuries these races have fought one another, it is only with construction of this station we have achieved getting them to sit and talk to one another. Although this is not enough, they have so many grievances with one another... nothing will be sorted immediately.

Secondly the shipments have began as scheduled as had the mining operations on Eros 4. Let's hope things keep going this smoothly..."


As the first recording played, Daisy looked to the others, "There is about 200 logs here, this was like log number five."

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"Yeah... let's not go through all of those. I'd say the last.. uh... seven should suffice. I mean that's all we need right?" Rei commented having little to no patience to go through close to what sounded like 200 planetary hours of station logs. "See if you can find this guy's personal logs. I'm pretty sure there's an ecrypted drive." She said to Daisy, for now letting the other do the "driving" through the Station's system. " As for old, I can work with old, but not ancient." Rei grumbled towards Russian and Seth. A hammer or fist was not the answer, but rather gentle coaxing, which had yet to do anything other than keep the vents firmly locked in place. She could find other ways to fix it but not without causing problems further down the line for others and herself.

"Don't purge the ventilation till we know why the hell it's sealed."
She just hoped that whatever it was, wasn't going to kill them all. This was starting to turn into what seemed like a bad holo-film. A group of intrepid adventurers, in their case scrappers, and intergalactic ne'r to do wells, go in search of some sort of mystical treasure. Usually by this point of the film things were starting to get iffy fast, and that's what Rei was beginning to feel; anxious and uncertain.

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One of the ransacked crates that had been pulled open held a large chunk of what appeared to be some sort of pale mineral. The markings on the crate had indicated little more than some sort of scientific samples in a once common language. A few jars of liquid had been stored on a layer above, but the rough handling of the crate had caused a few cracks. As the scavengers migrated towards the control room, a steady drip began to echo through the loading bay.

When the first drip struck, the hunk of mineral began to react. Where once the oddly shaped rock was pale and dull a spot of vivid blue appeared, growing slightly with each drop. As the surface became more saturated it began to swell, coating the thing with a layer of soft, splotchy muck, tenuously held together as if by a skin of surface tension.

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Seth set his box down on a desk inside the control room as the others started on various tasks. He nodded his agreement with Rei's not purging the ventilation with out further exploration into why it was sealed off. None the less he could feel the air begin to move ever so slightly, that in and of it self was a welcome change, until it stopped. Part of him wished he hadn't agreed to the logical course of action, it only served to remind him how stale the air was in the room. "Well, that was nice while it lasted."

He wasn't going to be much good a decoding ancient space computers, so he set to work trying to figure out the lock on his box. There were buttons with strange symbols, the readout kept flashing things he didn't understand, so at this point all he could do was push a button and see if something happened. Eventually he found one that seemed to change the characters on screen, so he hit it again, again the characters changed, it was changing languages. "Alright, this could be useful." It took a while but eventually he found one that made words he could read. He still didn't know what they meant, stats and numbers that he had no context for, but at least he was making progress.

Now that he could read the information screen he set about trying to figure out what was in the box. Part of him figured he was going through a lot of work to open something that was surely worthless, but he would keep trying to get the thing open at this point for the sake of doing it.

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