Ep 1.5 - Response Protocol (open)
Apr 11, 2013 12:17:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 12:17:07 GMT -5
<OOC: Set prior to Brawl. Primarily intended for Verdigris to chat with Elita, but open to anyone who might have cause to note the arrival of a Solus ship.>
Mudball.
The planet they were rapidly approaching was not the worst example of a celestial body Verdigris had seen over the vorn. Small and wet, yes, but it wasn't even close to the worst, despite its teeming organic biodiversity. She didn't say anything to still the quiet grumbles of the Order of Solus femmes under her command, though. Truth be told, a muddy ball of organic soup wasn't what she wanted to see after too slagging long in space, either.
The small Order ship, originally meant for a crew of a dozen and now containing only the six of them, was far from cramped, but still didn't allow much room for pacing, and Verdigris was far too old to do anything as tell-tale as fidget. Still, she came to stand behind their pilot, watching the planet grow on their forward viewer and calculating her own approach vectors.
"Verdigris." Azimuth's voice was a welcome distraction from waiting and letting other mecha do their jobs. "I'm tapped into the planetary data network. It's primitive, but I can give you population centers and basic environmental data."
Data packets, already filtered and organized, pinged for acceptance before the young carrier even finished speaking. Verdigris unpacked them and assimilated the contents, indicating in her acknowledging ping that Azimuth should share this information with the others as well. She felt the ship shift course and glanced back at the viewer, superimposing the population data on the planet's visible surface and silently approving their new destination.
"Continue to monitor their communications, and see if you can open a line to the One. We'll be needing a meeting place and clean-up instructions once we land."
"Executing." Information on native species and cultures continued feeding to the rest of them, though more slowly as Azimuth turned her attention elsewhere, then there was a pause. "Adept," she said with abrupt formality, "I'm picking up emergency communications. A localized environmental disaster near a population center."
A red flare on Verdigris' HUD indicated the location: near a population center, but not so near they couldn't set down and move in on pedes and wheels. "Change course, cloaking field up," she ordered, response protocols kicking in before she had to think. "Radio silence, femmes. We've a job to do, and checking in with the One will have to wait."
Mudball.
The planet they were rapidly approaching was not the worst example of a celestial body Verdigris had seen over the vorn. Small and wet, yes, but it wasn't even close to the worst, despite its teeming organic biodiversity. She didn't say anything to still the quiet grumbles of the Order of Solus femmes under her command, though. Truth be told, a muddy ball of organic soup wasn't what she wanted to see after too slagging long in space, either.
The small Order ship, originally meant for a crew of a dozen and now containing only the six of them, was far from cramped, but still didn't allow much room for pacing, and Verdigris was far too old to do anything as tell-tale as fidget. Still, she came to stand behind their pilot, watching the planet grow on their forward viewer and calculating her own approach vectors.
"Verdigris." Azimuth's voice was a welcome distraction from waiting and letting other mecha do their jobs. "I'm tapped into the planetary data network. It's primitive, but I can give you population centers and basic environmental data."
Data packets, already filtered and organized, pinged for acceptance before the young carrier even finished speaking. Verdigris unpacked them and assimilated the contents, indicating in her acknowledging ping that Azimuth should share this information with the others as well. She felt the ship shift course and glanced back at the viewer, superimposing the population data on the planet's visible surface and silently approving their new destination.
"Continue to monitor their communications, and see if you can open a line to the One. We'll be needing a meeting place and clean-up instructions once we land."
"Executing." Information on native species and cultures continued feeding to the rest of them, though more slowly as Azimuth turned her attention elsewhere, then there was a pause. "Adept," she said with abrupt formality, "I'm picking up emergency communications. A localized environmental disaster near a population center."
A red flare on Verdigris' HUD indicated the location: near a population center, but not so near they couldn't set down and move in on pedes and wheels. "Change course, cloaking field up," she ordered, response protocols kicking in before she had to think. "Radio silence, femmes. We've a job to do, and checking in with the One will have to wait."