Beyond The Bounds (MK & Kujo)

GEAR

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Lagrange Point 3
Restricted Territory Limit


L3.

For almost 50 years, rumor had abounded about the Directory's supposedly failed attempt at colonizing the furthest point from the Earth. Officially, a massive electromagnetic storm of uncertain origin made the area gravely unstable, and as a result it had been quartered off by the space forces of the Earth Sphere's resident superpower. On occasion, a space pirate or another aspiring treasure-hunter was able to slip through this net of secrecy, to travel beyond the territory limit...

Seldom did any return. Only a small handful of traumatized survivors ever made it back, blessed - or perhaps, cursed - by fate to serve as warnings to others, only to swiftly be hustled into the dark confines of a Terra Sentinel transport, never to be seen again. Whatever went on, it was known at least for certain - none were ever supposed to know.

That is... Until today.

As the vessel of Romme Kalas and his unlikely companion made its way towards the fringes of L3's airspace, they would immediately realize that the usual Directory garrison was entirely absent, whether by coincidence or design. In all likelihood, they had been recalled along with their kin to L2/L3, in the believe that none would be so foolish to approach the storm while the Lamalice roamed the dark passageways between islands of civilizations.

Sure enough, as they approached the exterior of L3 seemed to resemble a massive thundercloud of sorts - pulsing, fragmented clouds that roiled and shuddered with the boom of distant, corporeal thunder within its depths, supposedly easily capable of tearing a ship asunder.

Only time would tell if Romme's mystery device was indeed as good as its creator's word.
 
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Romme had switched the ship back to manual and prepared to navigate the thunderous boneyard. As the ship entered the clear border between the greater expanses of outer space and the smoky clouds of junk, there was a distinct lack of action from the ship's new system. Although, perhaps the fact that nothing was happening was proof that it was working.

The only sounds at this point were the ship's thrusters accompanied by the subtle vibrations of the space storm and the occasional warning ping from the ship about incoming obstacles. A slight twitch of the muscles had settled into Romme's left arm as he sailed on through the clouds of scrap. Despite having complete control over the conduct of his body, Romme had trouble ceasing this spontaneous bout.

The farther they flew into the zone, the older and heftier the chunks of old ships appeared. Who knows just how long this point at L3 has been here?

Romme made note of several interesting bits of ships and wreckage and began devising trips back to this area.
 

MKR

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In whatever recall of forces the Directory had done L3 had been left wholly unattended, a logical choice given the current circumstances but one he would gladly exploit for access. The space contained thundercloud was ominous on its own, let alone its contents spelling the tale upon tale of doom and disaster.

As they sailed through the expanse Derrick wondered whether the zone expanded outwards, it had some form of mass with gravity in its center or it was a simple case of newer arrivals pushing the older ones further inside.
From the looks of it Kalas was either nervous or excited, perhaps both, if the movement in his arm was anything to go off of. Regardless of that however the man sat silently and waited.

If the 'super structure' well and truly was that it would come into view before long, and then. He'd find out what course Abremalin set him upon.
 

GEAR

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As Romme's vessel crossed the threshold of L3's airspace, the thundering storm about it crackled threateningly. It was barely even moments before a bolt of plasma arced out of the void, lashing about their ship, causing it to rattle underfoot threateningly. Tense seconds passed as they passed onward. peals of energy rolling about them - but, perhaps as a result of exception Lunarian engineering, perhaps luck... or the dread will of whatever presence it was that now held sway over Derrick's fate, the clouds eventually parted.

The first and most immediate thing they would have recognized was the presence of several large, oscillating canister-shaped devices arranged about the perimeter. Gaseous vapor poured from their surfaces, forming the cloud from which they had just arrived, and the presence of needle-like structures on their sides indicated that the lightning as well was manufactured.

The reason why... Would be immediately apparent.

All around them was debris - wreckage of vessels both known and unknown, all drifting listlessly. Many were in perfect condition, practically untouched - yet abandoned, and silent, the mammoth form of a Directory Albatross Class battleship even visible in the distance.

And, at the center of it all, impossibly vast, so much that it easily filled the viewscreen of the vessel was-

Swordian.jpg
CODENAME: "SWORDIAN"
 
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Romme slowed the craft to a halt before the monolithic structure. He pressed a handful of buttons and the ship began analyzing the great gray mass in front of them. Once more there was relative silence as the ship's system's marked out various data points on the helm's screen, outlining the target in an array of colors.

According to the data, this superstructure was apparently some sort of space vessel; there were numerous docking points all along its length. After some moments, the ship's scan ceased in an irregular manner. Romme waited a bit, but the scan had simply shut itself down. The Scholar both squinted his eyes at the vessel and raised an eyebrow before telling the ship to begin landing procedures at one of the docking points. He would have liked to have taken more time to be sure of the overall situation in the area, but caution was the last thing on his mind when faced with the many mysteries to be learned in this stasis field.

As Romme's ship closed in on the large vessel, no port was visible, merely a great expanse of jagged, geometric metal shapes. Suddenly, glowing lines spread out from one point and the plates of the vessel slid over one another until a sizable hole, more than large enough for the ship, opened up.

As the autopilot guided itself through the hole and searched for a landing spot, Romme began to wonder about the true nature of this derelict vessel, and if indeed it was ruined at all.
 

GEAR

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The lights on Romme's ship scanned the debris as he carefully navigated their vessel through the flotsam and jetsam of the stars. Nothing emerged to assail them as they drifted into the dock, the metal plating tesselating closed behind them. After a few breathtaking moments in complete darkness, a set of lights flickered on overhead. The hiss of decompressing air could be heard, and a set of clamps reached up to hold the vessel in place, as a cheerful sounding, yet utterly incomprehensible automatic announcement was made, barely muffled by the ship's exterior.

Were the two to step out once the decompression was complete, they would find that the air was - surprisingly - breathable, albeit stale, with no traces of harmful material being present. Connected to the ship was a kind of gangway of almost, yet not entirely familiar architecture - the material was like a woven form of brass, yet firmer and more dull than any of Earth's own metals, and it was this same material that seemed to pervade the bay.

Upon first glance, the interior of the dock seemed normal - stacks of crates had been piled up, each marked with an unreadable series of scratches and marks that constituted some form of language, yet their contents had long been torn free and looted, leaving only empty shells. A couple of multi-legged small machines, analogous to lifters or other cargo-handling devices, were present, yet inert, and attempting to pick at their mottled screens or controls would yield little result, their joints seemingly having carbonized with age.

What was unusual, however, was what was sprouting from the right side of the room.

A large portion of the adjoining wall seemed to have been overtaken by crawling vines, of some fashion. Metallic blue leaves burst from wire-like coils, seemingly woven out of the metal itself, forming a thick carpet that seemed to devour any kind of metallic surface it came into contact with, converting it to more of itself, having left dark recesses where once firm alloys had stood.

Of immediate interest and possible investigation was the overhead command center, a viewstation of sorts, whose window-like screens were clustered by the same strange creeper. Reaching it would be somewhat difficult, as the artificial gravity in the vessel appeared at least to be fully functional, but it would be the most immediate form of entry.

Alternatively, a pair of large double doors at the end of the hangar were clearly meant for the entry and exit of much larger machines - and now that the decompression had complete, had hissed gently open ever-so-slightly, perhaps affording the men the opportunity to venture deeper within, if they so chose.
 

Kujo

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Romme wasn't exactly expecting a proper docking sequence from what appeared to be a derelict ship, but here they were. Romme's ship blinked on screen that a breathable atmosphere was present and gravity was nominal. The Scholar pressed a few buttons before he unbuckled himself from his seat and rose from it; the ship's cockpit opened up and Romme headed to the back. "There's a suit underneath the seat," he said to his passenger. "You're welcome to yours, but I prefer to go without; I find them uncomfortable and ill fitted." With that. Romme stepped out of the cockpit and descended from the ship to the alien dock.

The old machines were of no interest to Romme, and he presumed just from their state that the same could be said for Derrick. What caught the eye of the biologist was the strange plants; it was as if they called to him since he had laid eyes on them. Slowly, Romme approached the vines on the wall. As he drew nearer the leaves and stems appeared to reach ever so slightly in his direction, and oddly enough Romme felt compelled to reach out to it as well. He put his hand out to touch one of the glossy, metallic leaves; it felt warm. Not precisely warm in the extent of temperature, indeed there was hardly much warmth at all in the large hangar. No, the plant felt warm as if one were being greeted by an old friend. As Romme continued to handle the foliage and simple thoughts and memories began to surface in his mind. The school was all too familiar with this feeling: the feeling of cells communicating. Romme reluctantly pulled his arm away from his new leafy compatriot and made note to return to this poignant research opportunity at a later time.

Romme headed to the great doors and peered through the opening as he waited for Derrick.