05-23-2026, 01:29 PM
As Raven explained to Sebastian why she wouldn't want exocomps locked in a cage, Raven voiced Amila's thoughts exactly, though better than Amila had been able to put together herself. And quite concisely. As Sebastian pressed the issue she realized that she would need to have a discussion with him about when and where to disagree with other officers.
Raven got them ready to step into the box quickly, and Amila was impressed with the engineer's efficiency and thoughtful way that she checked Amila's suit before they entered.
Once inside they didn't waste time entering what they hoped would be the key to unlocking the box. After the drone sang the notes, it was a few long breaths later before they were surrounded by a stunning galactic map.
Raven's comm came through Amila's headpiece clearly, [Well, on the upside, you guys were right. I have no idea if you want to try and interact with it more or not. It is giving us all sorts of equations to put through translation programs, that's good. We have a map that we can cross reference with stellar cartography and analyze. There seems to be some sort of beacon function as well, though I'm not sure if it is supposed to be signalling where they left or where they were headed to. It would be interesting to see when they anticipated arriving at their destination and what they expected to be waiting for them when they got there.]
Amila nodded, though she realized the gesture was muted even though their helmets were mostly clear. [Before we boarded their vessel, we were able to trace their origins, to here.] Amila gestured generally with her suited hand toward Icarus III, the red line stretching out from it.
[I don't think we need these anymore.] Ra'an was speaking more to herself as began working on her gloves first. The helmet and suit didn't bother her as much as wanting the dexterity and tactile response of working with her hands. [The amber line must be their trajectory, let's get that recorded before we move on. We need to study it, I don't want this to be the only place this map is stored in case we accidentally delete something.]
After her gloves were off, Amila tossed them on the floor near the door. [We do need to see if there is anything else kept in here. What are these equations trying to tell us?]
Amila took out her tricorder and programmed it to read the equations that were flashing alongside the star map, hoping for another clue to this mystery]
== Tag Raven, and to GM for input ==
Raven got them ready to step into the box quickly, and Amila was impressed with the engineer's efficiency and thoughtful way that she checked Amila's suit before they entered.
Once inside they didn't waste time entering what they hoped would be the key to unlocking the box. After the drone sang the notes, it was a few long breaths later before they were surrounded by a stunning galactic map.
Raven's comm came through Amila's headpiece clearly, [Well, on the upside, you guys were right. I have no idea if you want to try and interact with it more or not. It is giving us all sorts of equations to put through translation programs, that's good. We have a map that we can cross reference with stellar cartography and analyze. There seems to be some sort of beacon function as well, though I'm not sure if it is supposed to be signalling where they left or where they were headed to. It would be interesting to see when they anticipated arriving at their destination and what they expected to be waiting for them when they got there.]
Amila nodded, though she realized the gesture was muted even though their helmets were mostly clear. [Before we boarded their vessel, we were able to trace their origins, to here.] Amila gestured generally with her suited hand toward Icarus III, the red line stretching out from it.
[I don't think we need these anymore.] Ra'an was speaking more to herself as began working on her gloves first. The helmet and suit didn't bother her as much as wanting the dexterity and tactile response of working with her hands. [The amber line must be their trajectory, let's get that recorded before we move on. We need to study it, I don't want this to be the only place this map is stored in case we accidentally delete something.]
After her gloves were off, Amila tossed them on the floor near the door. [We do need to see if there is anything else kept in here. What are these equations trying to tell us?]
Amila took out her tricorder and programmed it to read the equations that were flashing alongside the star map, hoping for another clue to this mystery]
== Tag Raven, and to GM for input ==