tushanshu_logs | Event | Satellite

Event | Satellite | Salvage & Repairs

Characters: Any and all!
Date: May 22 - 26, 2013
Location: Keeliai, turtleside, ARSHEPHELIOS cluster remains
Situation: The fires are put out and repairs around the city have begun. With life preserved, eyes turn now to what exactly crashed down into the ocean.
Warnings/Rating: Please put CW in your subject lines

Satellite Crash Event

Crash Landing | Salvage Party | Shocking Spectres

Questions | Keeliai | Repairs | Salvage | Other | Oceanside | Shellside | ARSHEPHELIOS-side | Coralside

The majority of fires are reported as under control and repair crews start forming up to bring Keeliai back to her pre-scorched splendour. This is all well and good, but there remains a cluster of debris that crashed into the ocean drawing the attention of salvagers and Foreigners alike. Boats and teams form up and head up to scour the ocean, where the cluster rests upon an expansive and ancient coral formation and can be reached within ten metres of the surface.

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[Ten metres beneath the surface rests the twelve-satellite orbital defense platform ARSHEPHELIOS. The cluster came to rest within an ancient coral reef after tearing a deep rift into it. Kedan can be found diving in and around it, staring curiously at the markings that identify it for they have never seen that name before, nor does it occur in their common folklore.

ARSHEPHELIOS itself shows the wear and tear of atmospheric re-entry, with scorch marks tracking down insulated panels and melted sensor antennae jutting lopsidedly from the exterior panels. The make of the cluster is reminiscent of communications satellites conglomerated into a rough star shape, but there are oval pods incorporated into the infrastructure that can be opened to reveal sparse, zero-gravity living quarters. No bodies are contained within and only a few bits of emptied food packets remain of whatever once inhabited them.

While there are dozens of arrays situated across the cluster that once held sensitive equipment to measure unknown parametres, much of these have been melted down to scrap and are being treated as such by any kedan salvaging or paying juulan for the finds. Charred circuitry fetches five juulan per board and warped metal ten juulan per twenty pounds.

The real worth's found inside the living units and once fried panels have been pushed aside. A few dozen more time capsules like those found in Keeliai remain in the pods and another five thousand black cylinders can be found. These bear jagged line etchings that have been shaded blue; they lack apparent seams and stand at half a metre tall each with a third of that being measured for width. Each etching is different and a vague pattern can be discerned by comparing ten or fifteen of them together. The kedan have no information about these either and offer ten juulan on the promise of salvageable material within.

Then there's the technology, which far surpasses what Keeliai knows today. The vast majority of it has malfunctioned, but there are circuitry panels associated with weapons technology, wiring kits familiar to the eyes of a communications installer, and a half dozen other assorted husks and shells of things that once were -- and have yet to exist in the eyes of the kedan. While near nothing can function on its own, those with wise eyes or quick minds may see potential to integrate these things into technology they currently possess...]

[Arthur is in his element here; he has a lot of experience exploring shipwrecks of all sorts, and whatever this was is just a more high tech wreck. He, Mera, and Garth will likely sell off some scrap metal and things for a little extra juulan, but he's not down here for scrap metal or pocket money. No, he wants to know what it is that crashed here, and he's gone straight below for answers. Some of it reminds him of the Watchtower, in a way, and it's definitely crashed from space, he recognizes that much.

The living quarters catch his attention, along with the bits of food packaging. Something was living up here... But what, or who?

Still, the technology on the satellite, or whatever it was, catches his attention more. It's more advanced than what he's seen in the city, and while he's investigating, he'll probably try to carefully salvage some of it. Even if he can't do anything with it, he's sure someone else in the League can.]

[ooc: If your character wants to send him into the wreckage for anything/ask him to bring stuff up for them, he's making periodic trips to the surface and can be caught then!]

[Mera, unsurprisingly enough, came down to see the satellite with Arthur. She was exploring the other side but found nothing of real interest. To her, at least. Arthur probably knows more about it. He's used to surface technology whereas she's only used to Atlantean tech. And the things they come up with in Xebel but this is not on the same level as that. She swims around to meet Arthur, floating up to his side]

Anything interesting?

[He's studying some kind of control panel curiously, brow furrowed.] I'm not sure. It's space technology, kind of reminds me of the Watchtower. We might be able to bring some of this out intact and do something with it, it's much more advanced that everything in Keeliai.

[This all is completely foreign to Mera. She keeps her distance, letting Arthur investigate. She will be zero help with anything but hauling it away]

I'm sure there's someone on the turtle who could investigate it and get more out of it than either of us can. Even waterlogged it might be useful somehow.

There is. Usually I'd take it to Bruce, but I'm not speaking to him currently. [As childish and petulant as that sounds. He can be childish and petulant when it's only his wife who'll see it.] Maybe Kyle or that woman Lantern. Or Kal's probably done enough repairs on the Watchtower... Have you seen any tools around? Screwdrivers, mostly.

Oh really? I don't think you've told me about that yet. [She tries not to sound amused. This is the first she's heard of if but she's not surprised. Not by the fact that Arthur and Bruce aren't speaking or by the fact that Arthur is being a petulant child]

No, I can't say I have. Do we need them?

It would be useful. I want to get some of these panels out carefully, try not to damage them. The water may have already done damage, but we'll see after we get them out and maybe into some dry rice to suck out the moisture.

[Mera nods, glancing around them. She doesn't notice anything in the immediate area] If you'd like, I can go look for something. There's bound to be something somewhere.

Please? Thank you. [He leans in to press a kiss to her cheek before he swims up to something that looks like it was important before, feeling around for the seams in the metal and where it's bolted in.]

[Investigating things that find their way to the bottom of the sea is quite normal for Kaldur to do. It was his duty as both a soldier and Aquaman's protege to keep Atlantis safe. After dousing the flames in the outlying areas of the turtle's shell, Kaldur turned his attention to the water and what had descended into it. He dives in easily and swims around the perimeter before searching for an entrance. If this was a station someone might be inside.

Would Arthur like to join him?]

[Damn right he'll join him. He hasn't been here long, but when he sees Kaldur, he swims toward him easily, trident on his back for now. They're not sure what might be on there, it's best that neither of them wander around alone when there's backup (and another set of eyes, also useful) to be had.] Kind of looks like the Watchtower in some ways, doesn't it? Tech-wise, at least.

[Kaldur looks around, trying to assess what possible dangers might be inside before they enter.]

I would not know, to be honest. We were not permitted on the Watchtower. Nor would we know of it if it were not for a slip of someone else's tongue. Still, there is some significantly advanced technology here in comparison to what we have seen in Keeliai.

[Arthur pauses and frowns over his shoulder at Kaldur for a moment before he turns his eyes to their surroundings, keeping watch as they make their way inside.]

Not at all? While I can see not allowing permanent access, not even mentioning it seems ridiculous. [He, personally, would trust them more than that, if only because anyone Arthur actually takes in is someone he finds trustworthy.] It is much more advanced. Let's see what we can take out of it to examine up top, maybe we can get something working again.

[James comes out to the crash sight, mostly out of curiosity. He'd been helping in the city, but the truth was, his skills were better suited to water than to land. He'd raised wrecks before. He thought he could be of use to those salvaging what they could from the -- thing.

Of course, he didn't know the particulars of those working the sea operation, so when he arrived there, he was mistakenly looking for a ship. All he saw was a few Kedan diving parties, and no real organized effort -- at least, nothing he can identify as one.

[Arthur hasn't seen a whole lot in the way of organization, all things considered. Most kedan are just shifting some gills and diving in, and Arthur doesn't have to shift at all. His gills flare slightly and flatten again as he surfaces with another armload of salvaged tech, taking it to shore to deposit in the cart his family rented to carry it all back home (or to someone who knows what to do with it). He catches sight of the newcomer and waves. No sense in turning away help - the longer this thing sits in the sea, the longer it'll disturb the native marine life.] Ahoy there!

[And all James can think is, 'finally, someone who uses 'ahoy' correctly. Yes, it had been an issue in his brief time there.]

Ahoy!

[He shades his eyes against the sun, trying to get a good look at the man who greeted him. From this angle, it's hard to notice anything unusual (like gills) although, really, James has already been forced to adjust to Tu Vishan's more colorful inhabitants.]

Anything I can do to help?

[He's already setting his coat and sword aside. And, of course, his hat.]

[It's okay bro, Arthur gets that. He's nautical at heart. After dropping off his armload, he approaches closer, still wet from his dive.]

Well, if you know your way around a dinghy, I could use someone to take parts back to shore. Fewer trips up for me. Or if there's any breathing gear, I can take you down part of the way to the salvage.

[People just don't understand. It's physically painful.

James smiles a little at that, wryly -- he's not sure what sort of breathing gear Arthur has in mind, but...]

I believe I know my way around a dinghy, yes.

[It's been a while since he sailed, but he's fairly sure he remembers the basics.

That's the mild, understated, British "fairly sure." James + Boats = OTP.]

[He's pretty sure the Bats have rebreathers, but he doesn't know if the technology is widespread here. Likely not, and the kedan have no use for diving gear - they can just shift themselves some gills.]

Glad to have you on board, then. Arthur Curry. [He manages a smile and holds a hand out to shake, as is surface custom. Surprisingly, he used to be a diplomat.]

I hope you don't mind, I'm keeping whatever someone more tech-inclined might be able to get back into working order, but you're welcome to all the scrap and salable material.

[Bat people. This place. This place.

He hesitates for a moment, before taking Arthur's hand, because -- are those gills? Strangely, that's not the oddest thing he's seen, here, but it does concern him. Aside from the gills, though, Arthur doesn't bear any of the arks of Jones's crew.]

Admiral James Norrington.

[Decided, he takes the hand, squeezing it firmly.] Thank you, that's very generous. Where do you need me?

[Those are indeed gills at the sides of his neck, pressed closed in the air to keep from drying out. His smile is a hair brighter when he hears 'Admiral', though.]

A pleasure, always good to meet someone who knows his way around the sea. [Surfacer disdain extends less to lighthouse keepers and people who know their way around boats. For the most part.]

One of the fisherkedan I know loaned me a small boat for hauling things in, you could follow me out in it and take whatever I bring up back here.

Yes, it is.

[Well... gills or not, at least someone respects him.]

That shouldn't be any trouble at all. [James nods toward the water. No time like the present, after all.] Shall we get started?

Of course. [Arthur heads a little farther up the sand and comes back dragging a small boat, really not more than a rowboat, behind him toward the water. There's at least enough room in it for more than Arthur can carry up at once.] Really, I'm glad you came along, multiple trips was taking a while.

It's my pleasure.

[James takes the boat from him, shouldering the oars and making for the shore line.] Shall we?

Event | Satellite | Salvage & Repairs

ARSHEPHELIOS-SIDE

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