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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: tim drake,
- † arthur curry,
- † carol danvers,
- † damian wayne,
- † dorian gray,
- † jack frost,
- † james buchanan barnes,
- † johan gustav dååhd,
- † kaldur'ahm,
- † king richard,
- † korra,
- † lord henry wotton,
- † mark grayson,
- † mera,
- † namorita prentiss,
- † prussia,
- † qilby,
- † randolph lyall,
- † steve rogers,
- † stocking anarchy,
- † una persson
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.
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.
ARSHEPHELIOS-SIDE
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...]
open!
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!]
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Anything interesting?
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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.
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No, I can't say I have. Do we need them?
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Would Arthur like to join him?]
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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.
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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.
AM I TOO LATE FOR ATLANTEAN PARTY
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.
NEVER TOO LATE
\o/
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.]
this is the latest and I am so sorry, feel free to drop! I had voice issues sob
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.
nooo it's okay you hit me right as my computer died /).(\ Feel free to drop!
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.]
nooo I can backtag into infinity and beyond
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.
me too. excellent :3
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?
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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.
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[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?
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[James takes the boat from him, shouldering the oars and making for the shore line.] Shall we?
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