Gothic Space Horror

#121

The tubes were filling quickly. Lt. Marney and Hue worked with the brisk efficiency of field medics, their charges just begining the slip under the effects of the sedative as they were placed in their gee-tanks. The nervous Ao was the first to lay down in his tank. The machine lid closed with a hiss and liquid filled the tank. It was kept at body temperature, with several machines hooked up to the occupant monitoring pulse, respiration through a face mask, and EEG reading out brain waves. With a hydraulic hiss, the tube was pulled into a perpendicular angle to the gravitational axis of the ship.

If the tube was left down, the occupant would be crushed into one end of the tube, pulped into a near boneless mass of jelly. Or it was theorized, there was a failsafe that prevented the engines from firing in the event of a gee-tube being in the down, or open position.

The two engineers were next, both taking the hits like pros before enting their tubes already groggy and slurring with the effects of the sedative. They were hooked up their respective machines, and their tubes hissed into the secure position.

"Not too much longer and the bridge crew will be here." Lt. Marney said. "We might have to pull a fast one on the captain, he always insists he will sedate himself, but he isnt qualified too. If he puts up a fight, I will distract him, you pop him in the neck with the sed. I was afraid we might have had to do that to Ao, but he did fine." she said. The Lunar already looked to be deep in sleep in his gee-tube.

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#122

Hue nodded and palmed the sedative. "I'll be ready."

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#123

"Good," she said as she stowed everything away except the serum injectors for the rest of the crew. "I will be the last one in, I will hit a slower functioning dose, but only after I have my tube in the locked position." she held out a small plastic injector, one that would likely dissolve quickly in the suspension fluid.

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#124

"Ok just a, be careful." Hue heard the footsteps of the crew as they came, "here they come."

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#125

After receiving dismissal from the Captain and beginning final sequence, Micky made her way to the medlab. She walked in and looked to Hue and Marney. "Ok, do your stuff."

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#126

The hiss of the injector stung for a second, and Micky felt her body involuntarily going limp. There were some pilots who would smuggle sedatives from the med lockers to knock themselves out after geeking up on stim. The practice was illegal per say, but it was strongly frowned upon. After more than 48 hours conscious, even the best pilot started making stupid and pointless mistakes. Most were motivated by the pay, but a good captain wouldnt let a pilot run for more than 8 to 12 hours at the most and even then there would be breaks.

She barely felt herself being slipped into the gee-tube, and didnt even feel the fluid as it filled the tank. By the time she was pulled into the locked position, she was deep asleep.

Tagget

#127

Tagget followed the Captain in. Neither looked particularly happy about this enforced nap they were about to take. Tagget rubbed in his perpetual 3 day stubble (had this man not heard of facial hair treatments?) as he surveyed the tubes. He walked over to one and sat on it, waiting for the medic to hypo him. While not excited by the prospect of enforced sleep, it sure the hell beated getting crushed to a bloody smear by high G excelleration. He was tough enough to survive it, but that would mean time in the medlab after.

After watching the medic putter around for a few moments. He heaved his huge bulk upright. He gave his customary grunt, assuming that would explain everything.

"Where are you going?"

Without turning to face the medic, "I have to leak. I'm not going to be in puddle of cheap beer for a few hours. I'm a real guy. I'll be back so fast, you will never know I was gone."

With that he went to the facilities.

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#128

Lt. Marney gave a shrug as she administered the next sedative to ships would be chaplain. The man had said little since coming aboard, but he did seem the introspective type and more than a few sailors were corncerned about the safety of the drugs used and the helpless feelings that the gee-tubes often generated. The irony was that off all the things aboard a space ship, being put under for high-gee maneuvers was vastly safer than the maneuvers themselves.

The tube closed, filled with fluid and pulled itself erect in a hydraulic hiss. She checked the rest of the room for anything that had been left out. All of the used hypos were gone down a chute, to an incinerator deeper in the ship, probably fed from the fusion core.

"Captain?" she said, gesturing to one of the open tanks. Captain Stern picked up one of the injectors, and looked between the two medics and the bank of suspended crewmen.

"I will go last, Lt." he said. "The helmsman should be done setting the computers for launch and will be here momentarily." Marney gave Hue a very slight nod of the head. He was close to the tray of remaining hypos.

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#129

Hue moved like a wraith after Marney's nod. He used the hypo stilll in his palm and came up behind the Captain and jabbed the hype in the captain's rear and emptied it into him. All the hypos were pre-filled with the proper amounts. Before the Captain could so much as yelp his words slurred and his vision blurred and he blacked out.

Hue caught and gently put him into the gee-tube. He couldn't help but smiling. He waited for Tagget to get back from the pisser then there was him and the Lt left.

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#130

Inside the Gee-tube everything was peaceful and floaty. It was a sort of nice sensation. Though the waking part was sometimes disorienting.

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#131

**Ignition Sequence Activate in 15 Minutes**

A metallic voice rang over the intercomm, the synthetic voice of the computer, the prerecorded voice flat and monotone. Lt. Marney finished up the last minute preping. Tagget was hustled briskly into his tube, and then Hue into his. The hypodermic made a satisfying pop-hiss sound as it administered the measured dose of sedative. It was apparent that Tagget disliked the juice and that Hue was an old hand at it.

Marney laid down in her tube, and slipped the oxy-mask over her face. Her breathig became suddenly very loud as she keyed the tank from the inside. The small panel, no more than four buttons* glowed softly as she hit the fill button. Liquid sloshed into the tank and she could feel a pang of anxiety, that primal fear of drowning. The fear was short lived as the liquid completely filled the tank. She hit the raise button and the tank was pulled up into place.

The metallic voice droned again, but the sound was muffled. She ignored it and placed the hypo against the inside of her arm and discharged the device. She had an unpleasant feeling of urinating on herself as the drug washed through her body.

*Engine Heaters online...ignition in five minutes

*Ion Drivers online...ignition in one minute

*5...4...3...2...1...Primary ignition

The engines came to life, spewing a giant cloud of highly ionized hydrogen and helium behind the ship. The superstructure groaned as the engines increased in power output. The groaning sound, sometimes called space whales could be heard even in the tanks...some people in gee-tanks said they dreamed of the ocean, of the great whales, even those who had never seen a whale.

The computer corrected course and the Ballard dipped closer to Jupiterr, accelerating as gravity pulled the ship downwards. At the critical moment, Bally fired the maneuvering jets again and the ship screamed no more than a few hundred miles above the cloud bands of the giant. Inertia battled with gravity, and won. The Ballard swung out past the giant having gained a tremendous amount of speed in the process.

At the preprogramed time, the engines ramped back down to 8 gees. The tanks held, and the control systems were green as the ship primned itself for the long burn, with the hard burn behind it. Some time later, the engines powered down, and the reactor dropped down to a respectable pace. The ship continued at one standard Gee accleration. It would arrive at its coordinated in two days.

The sedatives began to wear off, the occupants of the tanks stirring, sluggish from the drugs, and the pressure from the high power moves executed by the ship.

*Drain - Lower - Raise - Fill

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#132

It was like waking up from a uncomfortable nightmare that Hue awoke, his eyes bolted open and he almost banged his against the pipe if the gelantious fluid hadn't slowed his motion. As the built in sensors detected his accelerated heart rate from waking up the fluid slowly drained out the the pipe unloaded itself so Hue could climb out.

When he finally got out of the tube, it looked like he was the first one up, he stretched and his back and neck cracked bringing a comfortable flow of relief. He toweled off the remaining blobs of gelitan, he grabbed the crate his clothes and changed back into them. With everything snuggly fitting again he scribbled a short note and taped it on th bulkhead. It simply read,
"Pick up breakfast in the galley."

Hue proceeded to the ships galley, he wasn't a grand cook but he knew what to do, four years of college living taught you how to fix a good meal or you ended up on a diet of pre-packaged food. Not that Hue didn't like PP food, he just had a penchant for a home cooked meal. With one g of gravity he could at least make a decent breakfast without bothering with zero-g food.

All long range ships came stocked with food that could be cooked in zero-g and in one-g. One-g cooking was decidely more dangerous but Hue felt the rewards far out wayed the risk. With a deliberate pace, Hue was able to cook up a dozen fried eggs, a pound of bacon, a score of slices of toast, along with pancakes and french toast and fruit for the vegetarians.

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#133

Pockets came out of the sedative. It was a decidedly unpleasant sensation. Once out of the tube and back in her clothes, she leaned against a table for a moment. She didn't know if it was the drugs or the pressure, but she always came out of those tubes feeling nauseous. She saw the note taped up, and grimaced. She'd be ravenous later, but right now, food was the last thing she wanted. She made her way to engineering. "Hey, baby. You okay?" Everything looked fine, but she methodically started running checks anyway.

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#134

The data from the burn was good. The engines had performed at nearly 92% efficiency, impressive for an older ship. There were new ships coming out of the yards that didnt run as tight. The reactor did fine as well, the power hiccup seeming to have vanished.

A sensor record showed that the main power coupling from the reactor to engine number two had come close to overheating. The thermals still read the coupling at 220 degrees.

*****

"Gods feet!" Captain Stern complained as he unhooked himself from the electrodes in the tube. He felt horrid, he could blame the sedatives, or the maneuver, or he could blame the whiskey. He dressed into his standard officers uniform and made his way to the mess. Too much whiskey and not enough food made him feel ravenous. He entered the mess and helped himself to some of the food that Hue had prepared.

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#135

Ao's face twisted, and he once again bent over the bowl of the toilet, dry heaving long after his stomach was empty. He rose, stopped, his rebelling stomach urging him to return, went to the shower and hosed himself off in a single chilly blast.
Suitably cleaned, Ao put on a new pair of clothing and staggered into the hallway. He knew it- he knew it. He had known those tubes wouldn't be good for him.
The smell of breakfast inspired only nausea, now. He headed in the opposite direction, towards engineering

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#136

After disengaging from the gee-tube and getting cleaned up and dressed, Micky made her way to the mess. She grabbed herself a plate. She took two fried eggs and few slices of bacon and rolled them up in pancakes. Which she wolfed down. After wards she helped her self to a smll portion of fruit. Once done, she disposed of her dishes and washed her face and hands. She smiled to Hue. "Breakfast...very very good." She gave him a thumbs up as she headed out the door. She made her way to the bridge and to her chair. Strapping back in. Going through the basic diagnostic checks first, once she was satifoed with the resulst, she leaned back in her seat and did a prelim- censor sweep of the area. Micky wanted to know if there was anything out there they should be aware of.

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#137

Micky was struck by how empty the scanners were. Even in the seemingly empty space near Earth there were hundred of blips that would be sorted out by the computer. So many would be cataloged as known hits, satelites and ships and shuttles in transit. There was also the ever present space debris, bolts, flakes of metal, small ceramic tiles. The usual junk that looked like static on the screen when the sensitivty was turned up to high.

The screen was black, and she had to double check to make sure the sensors were online. All sensors were on. The thermals were pegged out into the blue section, no heat out here, no peaks on the gieger counters. This was dead space. There was only the barely perceptible hiss of solar static, and the faint EM signature of Uranus.

The captain made his way to the bridge and sat in his chair, looking much more composed. "Any sign of the Celeste?" he asked.

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#138

Hue grabbed himself a plate of eggs and bacon with a couple of slice sof toast, he took his time eating the breakfast. Wolfing it down just spoiled the effect of eating yout own toils. After he was finished with the meal no one else seemed to be showing up so he put most of the food in the the galley case then cleaned up and headed to his quarters.

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#139

Captain Stern ordered the helmsman to bring the ship around the far side of the planet. The Celeste might have been in orbit, the planet masking her signature.

"We will aerobrake through the upper atmosphere to bleed off some of our speed." the captain said. Physically the maneuver was similar to the slingshot around Jupiter, but had the exact opposite effect. After twenty minutes, the ship began to vibrate as it intersected the uppermost layers of the Uranian atmosphere. The vibration increased until it began to rattle the ship, but after no more than six minutes, the vibration slacked off, and then stopped completely. The Ballard has shed most of her speed without resorting to a counter-burn to deccelerate.

"There she is!" the captain exclaimed as a clear, and unmistakable blip appeared on the sensors. A few buttons brought the blip into focus with two of the hull mounted optical scanners. The center screen realligned from a prosaic view of the blue-green bulk of Uranus to the serene profile of the Celeste.

The ship was completely dark. No plasma exhaust from a running fusion reactor, no shipboard lights, nothing at all. The thermal scans showed her as only three degrees warmer than ambient space. It was cold enough inside the ship to kill by hypothermia almost instantly. If there were survivors aboard they were likely suited...but they would have a thermal signature with the rest of the ship this cold. Visual inspection showed no damage to the outer hull, and there was no register of atmospheric hemmorage. She still was uncompromised, undamaged...seemingly.

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#140

Plies had come out of the tube with very little side effects, it seemed - barring perhaps, him bieng slightly grumpier. Either way, he made his way to the mess and grabbed a couple of apples before heading directly to the engineering bay, munching on one.

he entered the bay, not surprised pockets was already in there - she seemed even more enthusiastic about the ship than himself - almost obsessive. Whilst finishing his first apple, he back-checked all the systems which Pockets had gone through just earlier, nodding faintly at the sign that everything appeared to be running well.

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#141

Hue went through a series of easy exercesises in his quarters and was just doing a last push up he floated away from the deck plate, he muttered a curse, and snagged the cot achored to the floor, and pulled himself on to the cot.

Moving quickly he strapped him bag and put away the floating items. He toweled off beads of sweat and changed into a spacer's jumpsuit. Then careful he lifted down the corridors, about a couple minutes later he arrived on the bridge, "Hey what-"

Not many things still took Hue's breath but the ship on the main viewer was a work of beauty. Yeah they'd all seen the holos, but holos were polygons of light. Nothing could capture the beauty of real the thing. One thing Hue noticed was the everything was dark, no running lights, no drive flare. Hue gazed another moment then snapped back to the moment, "Guess I'll get my gear ready, and report to the launch bay."

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#142

"Good man," The captain said, "I want to assemble a boarding party to see what we can find aboard that ship. I want to know why her lights are off, if we may be in danger." He jabbed the intercomm button with a bony finger, the light next to the engineering bay flickered green.

"One engineer report to the shuttle bay, Celeste looks dead in the water, and may need an engine restart." he clicked the link off and sat back into his chair. He was too old to go galavanting off in a space suit again, armed with a plasma cutter or the other tools of rescue and salvage. The voice of caution niggled the back of his mind.

"Chaplain, report to the shuttlebay as well." He clicked the intercomm again, ", Hue, Tagget, Ao (misspronounced Aey-OH), report to the Shuttlebay for rescue salvae operations."

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#143

Hue nodded then went to his quarters and chagned into a suit of tight fitting warming cloth that helped with an EV suit. He grabbed his bag of field surgery tools, the same bag that carried his weapons. At the launch bay he went into a locker room and put on a light suit that would protect against the vaccum, heat, and extreme cold. He grabbed a set of magnetic boots that could be swtiched on and off.

Hue waited by the shuttle for the rest with bags in both hands. One held both pistols, the Sunjet had a reqenerating power system while the DX-2 had power packs for ammunition, Hue had three power packs in the bag with the two pistols, it also had some other gear. A power saw incase he had to hack into to something to get to somebody, and a combat knife. These were all in a small dark green bag that was rough and could not be ripped by just a stray metal piece.

The other bag held medical gear, stimulants and sedatives, an assortment of disinfectants, and common powerful medicines. Things for blood poisoning, infections, and cures for ailments that were common on ship mishaps. He also had a set for emeergancy surgery in case that was needed, but only basic tools. Bandages, splints, and pressure bandages. He also had emergancy seals for torn suits. The bag was larger than the green bag and black with a red cross on it. It was made of similiar material to the other bag.

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#144

Pockets glanced over at Pliers, whom she frankly suspected was double-checking everything. The Bally would be safe with him, and she REALLY wanted to get a look at the Celeste. "I'll go."
She careened down the hall, after briefly stopping in her untenated room to change clothes. Then she went to the shuttle bay, and nearly took Hue off his feet as she skidded in. She was also lugging a substantial tool case. She had everything she should need to get the engines up and running, and probably fix anything else she figured might be wrong with it. She briefly debated using the power suit, but decided to go with the lighter one. If, for some reason, she needed to go outside to fix something, she could come back for the other.

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#145

Ao stumbled as he entered the shuttlebay, and fell flat on his face.
"Saw that coming," he said, as he rose. "This is going to be a bad day."

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#146

Hue grunted as he got back up, "You better not do that on the Celeste or there's a good chance we can all end up dead." Hue said giving Pockets a dark look.

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#147

Tagget had been checking his gear after puttering around. He could never eat after being in the tube. Made him want to puke. So he spent the time "productively". Cacheing and procurring.

Grutting, he hefted his bag (with the few additional supplies he had procured in his puttering) and stowed it in his shuttle.

He shambled over to the V-suit rack.

Contemplating the helmet in his hand, "I fricking hate space."

***

A while later, when the others were arriving, he was squeezing his bulk into his ship. He vaguely noted the blackflow who fell. The clicking of safety (minimal) and the umbilicals (important) were heard. Soon his helmet was lit up by the glow of the indicator lights.

*click* [[Shuttle III to Momma Ship. Shuttle III to Momma Ship Dispatch. Three is online. Preflight complete. Awaiting release instructions. Over.]]

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#148

*click* Momma ship to Shuttle 3, launch bay is clear, doors will open in thirty seconds. *click*

Outside of the shuttles, air pumps rapidly drew as much air out of the caverous bay as possible. Only a miminal amount of gas would escape the ship as the large bay doors opened. Warning klazons blazed silently as the doors parted. There was no sudden whoosh, or loud thud as they opened, only the silence of space as the massive doors, each twelve tons of hydraulically mounted steel slid open.

There was darkness, a great and terrible oppressive night. Even the stars seemed dimmed as the small shuttle departed from the Ballard. Against the titanic bulk of Uranus, the ship, all 350 meters of her seemed insignifigant, her running lights brazenly futile on the dark side of the gas giant. For the first time, the crewmembers saw the Celeste with their own eyes. Not polygraph depections, or holovids from ship cameras.

Almost a kilometer long, she was massive, her drive engines each dwarfing the Ballard. With engines like that, she was surely fast. The sensors registered the nearest airlock of the ship that the shuttle would be able to access via the docking collar. They would be able to clamp onto the Celeste and simply knock, via computer, and be let into her.

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#149

Micky stared at the image of the Celeste showing on her view screen. She let out a low short whistle. "She's a beauty."
Micky leaned back in her seat and watched the info reading out on her screen, just to the right of the image of the Celeste.
"What do you think Captain? That ship looks dead in the water."

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#150

"She does look dead in the water, but I am hoping that there are survivors in life boats that werent launched, or are in safe holds in the interior of the ship. I wont give up hope!" the captain said. On the holovid, Shuttle three pirouetted gracefully to bring her docking collar flush with the access collar on the Celeste.

Farg

#151

Taggert watched the docking ring slowly envelope his ship's window. Tagget snickered at what St. Freud would of thought of the sight.

He had isolated a segment of his ship's computer on the careful flight over. That way, any computer glitch in the big bad ship's system would not mangle his own computer.

The rings touched and made love. No real data transfered between the two ships. It seemed the electronics were down. Tagget reached for his chin to scrape his fingers across his scruffy beard. The vylex of his helmet stopped his glove hand. With the practice of a space, he rubbed the "chin" section of his helmet. There was no way he was going to take off his suits in the proximity of this ship until someone cleared up the mystery of what happened.

Tagget thought about maybe boosting his ship's signal output to power the dead ship's cmu system, then maybe activating a few systems if their was power. "Nahhhh. The tech would have heebies if a Flight/Com like me did something technical."

*click*[[Momma Ship this is Shuttle III. Momma Ship this is Shuttle III. Automatic docking system is down. Or there is not enough power to my ring. Big suprise there. I am getting my getter key and attempting manual entry. Do you copy? ... Oh and will someone shuttle the dammed Tech over here?.]]

Tagget began to silently unclick himself from his umbilicals. It was errie that total silence in space. The only thing you can hear in your suit was your own breathing and heartbeat. The sounds that meant you were alive became oppressive after a long time. The sounds of life became tanjed annoying in your suit. Everything should be as silent as space.

Tagget floated out and over his webbed chair. He reached the shuttle door. He pranged the little box that always held the Getter. Every airlock had to have a manual entry. That was Safety 101. Lets just hope nothing jammed that friken locking mechanism.

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#152

Hue waited in the passenger compartment, it was pretty smal one for a shuttle to have them cooped up in. Hue opened his green bag and removed the larger DX-2 pistol. He plugged a power pack in, tested the auto-sight, and laser sight module, he kept his hand on it and rested his arm on his lap. His thump carful to not switch the safety off accindently.

Even though scans had reported a dead ship, something bothered Hue, he had a million questions he wanted to ask, but no one to answer them. Since he was closed to the air lock, he'd be the first one in.

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#153

The utter silence jangled Ao's nerves as he guided his shuttle into the second docking ring. A slow hiss of particle interference sounded across his com-link earpiece. The darkness from within the ship was absolute- the blue-green glow of descending Uranus gave the outer hull a corpse-like green color.
Corpse-like. That was the wrong word to relate it to, Ao thought. Now he would be twice as jumpy.
He unlatched himself from his webchair and floated towards the airlock.

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#154

Somewhere in the transition between ships, Pockets had gone through a change of manner. Her normal, sub-hyperactive behavior was gone, replaced by dead seriousness. Everything on the ship was down. Completely down. She didn't like it when that happened; it made her nervous. In response to Tagget's irate request, she replied, "I'm on my way."

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#155

Hue worked the air-locks manual controls since it was sealed up against the ship, Hue wasn't sure whether the Celeste was void or had atomshpere so he made sure that everyone had their suits on right, then asked the pilot to depressurize the compartment. So when he worked the Celeste's airlock open, if she were open to the void they wouldn't be sucked at with the air.

The Celeste's airlock had to be opened from the manual overide, which required a good deal of strength, when it finaly clicked unlocked, Hue had to slide the door sideways with just his strength. The door luckily didn't offer much in the way of resistance just alot of wait. It took Hue twenty minutes to work the air lock open enough for a person to walk through without tearing his suit. He shined a light down the hall but it just showed floorplates and darkness. The ship either had very low atomsphere pressure or was open to void because no air buffeted him as he worked the door open. Hue held a Mag-Light over his left arm over his right arm which held his DX-2. He took a couple steps into the hall and waited for the others. "Doesn't look like anyone's home, the pressure is low, and it's cold."

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#156

Hue was stopped cold. The light of a small flashlight illuminated the inner door of the airlock. It had taken 20 minutes to muscle the first door open, but there didnt seem to be any lip, or place he could get a handhold on to push the second set of doors open.

*****

Pockets was able to access the primary I/O of the airlock mechanism. The system was hydraulic, and seperated from the main power supply. Her handheld scanned through the prelisted protocols listed in the memory of the door lock. An access code presented itself on the screen in bold flashing numbers. Once pressed, the door popped and rotated open.

A second access code granted a similar pop as the internal door opened. Engineering would be on the Down axis of the ship, while the bridge and controls would be located on the Up axis. thankfully, there was a card on the wall, a large blue arrow emblazoned with ENGINEERING, and pointing to the left. Pockets was left facing nothing but the darkness of the Celeste, and her unseen crew.

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#157

Micky proceeded to do life scans on all levels of the Celeste and her life pods. She programmed the results to be sent to her computer screen only. She didnt want to crush the Captain's hopes if no life signs were found. Since they were now umbilicled to the Celeste there was no need for drive controls. She switched Stationary Positioning. The ship would maintain it's position to the Celeste via sensor scans and short micro thrusts to keep it in motion with the Celeste, It would keep the shifts of space from snapping the connections between the two ships. She sighed. Being the pilot was sometimes a boring job. Everyone else would be able to explore the Celeste at some point or another. Unfortunately, she was stuck there in the pilot's seat, watching system readouts and sensor sweeps.

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#158

Pockets drifted uneasily down the corridor towards engineering. First get main power up and online, then see what she could do about life support. Then drive systems and other sundry things. Her flashlight cast eeiry shadows, and she gripped her toolbox harder. There was nothing to be afraid of; it was just that the abandoned feel of the ship gave her the creeps.

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#159

Hue didn't see a way to get so he left the airlock closed the door and boarded the shuttle. "Take us out of here Tagget she's locked up tight we'll have to wait for the egineer to open her up.

Calamity

#160

Pliers lounged in the engineering bay, quite far from the relative excitement of the exploration of the Celeste. On the other hand, that also meant he was a good ways away from finding the dead bodies of fellow spacers. Give a little, get a little.

WARNING...WARNING

Breach detected in auxilliary power core

Radiation leakage at unsafe levels

A quick inspection of a data terminal displayed that the shielding around the the secondary power core, a much less powerful, and less efficient uranium fission system had developed a spiderweb of stress fractures through the outer casing. The thing was starting to irradiate the Ballard, it would reach lethal doses in less than half an hour if he didnt eject the auxilliary core.