Automatons with business suits clinging black boxes,
Sequestering the blueprints of daily life
Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
As they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky
So there we were, peering at the hangar bay of Crucible through all of the sensor suites we had at our disposal, when two startling things happened; first Thorne and Olis teleported (!) from the bridge to the hangar bay of the derelict. Then out broiled a hoard of… Space bugs.
I kid you not.
Giant mutant radioactive acid spitting space bugs.
I have no idea of they were from the 5th Dimension or the planet Zod, but at this point I couldn’t legitimately counter either assertion.
Regardless. Thorne and Olis found themselves in a bit of zero g bother I began to move the vessel away from the station so we could affect a rescue without putting our vessel at risk, but I then realized there simply wasn’t time. So with a bit of inspired piloting I flew the ship into a space which would have had me cashiered by the Admiralty on general principal if they were about to review the logs. (although the skip in the time log was really odd…)
Thus began a general scrum and montage of punting bugs, watching Thorne drift by, getting Gabriel medical attention from exposure to acid and vacuum followed by me and mostly Khiron patching the hull where necessary.
We then bodged up a drone to explore the aft of the derelict. This showed vast cargo spaces and a dead engineering section (probably because all of the nuclear piles were taken to the surface to warm bath tubs….). Eventually we took the drone too far forward where it was promptly eaten? Disassembled? No idea.
Hours later we played a bit of railgun tag with the bug swarm trying to thin the herd of space bugs.
All of this then begs the question; what next? We could probably clear the vessel of bugs. We would then have to figure out if it is possible to get the vessel up and running again (which may be possible due to the bugs hiding some sort of power source in the toroid). We would then have to find some way to evacuate the population of the planet below, or at least provide the medieval nutters with the way to get to and fro, provide piloting lessons – once we figure out how the monstrosity works…
I am still in favor of examining the rest of the vessel to see if we can recover any salvage, but I believe if the Hawkwood clan want to explore the galaxy they’ll need a commercial freighter instead of this thing.