The following takes place between Battery City Run (Session 03) and Burnt at Both Ends (Session 04).
Bryn'Danal
pulled a panel off of a wall, checking the wiring underneath, "After
payment, we should still have sufficient stores left on board for our needs."
Sitting
at the helm, Albin Orryx casually flipped some deactivated buttons. He looked out
of Community's control room, watching
the shipyard workers lower the new FTL into the stern deck's newest hole. "Tragic
though; choosing between an operational ship and the kind of party all those
hors d'oeuvres and alcohol could've gotten us."
Ever
the professional, Bryn radioed down to the team on the Drive Deck to check her
connections before replying, "My impression is that parties are often
places where friends gather," she jammed the panel back into place,
"and I don't think we have that many friends between the six of us."
* * *
Raxx
attenuated the medical scanner and started it again. Almost immediately, the
Massert let out a pained gasp. Before it could become another groan of
restrained pain, the necromancer shut it off.
"What
is it?!"
Jonah
D'Lante somewhat impatient when he didn't
have a strange device locked onto his skeleton. Since beginning the diagnostic,
Raxx's understanding of the device had expanded from "unknown" to
"not designed to improve wearer's patience."
"I
still don't know; it's gripping your skeleton, but it's not emitting any kind
of signal. It's only active when I try to scan you."
D'Lante
slipped through the retracting 'ribs' of the upright scanner, "Yeah, I
know; I'm the one whose ass gets shocked every time you do it."
The
shutdown on the scanner was still acting funny. Raxx put it on the list of
minor things to fix around the medical level, "I don't think it's a danger
and I've done all the analysis I can. Our best hope is to find that Monolith."
"Yeah,
then all we have to do is schedule an appointment for a weird bone grabber-ectomy
and I'll be off." He picked up his datapad and started thumbing through
technical schematics for the docking bay they were making out of the #1 Equipment
Pod.
Before
he could make it out of the door, the medical bay's intercom crackled to life, "Raxx.
Jonah. It's Al. The 'boat is coming back. Be a good time for a talk." He
was referring to the gunboat that Tr'Hati and Jaha had taken to the surface.
Raxx
jogged over to the nearest comm panel and keyed it, "No problem, Al. Be up
in five. Jonah, you in?"
The
Massert sighed and threw his hands up, "Sure? Why not another meeting?"
