Session 6 1

[OOC] WC GM: Assuming you're heading straight to Aldrin with no further side business?
[OOC] Abraham: Okay, let's call this meeting to order. Any old business?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Alfred?
Zinda Tegram: "$Hey Alfred, looks like we're not blowing this thing apart tonight.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Need a ride?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Yeah. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come along, but…I guess I can't keep relying on you. Just…$"
Zinda Tegram: "$When I shot you down by the hotel…you let me win, didn't you?$"
Alfred: "$Who says you've won?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Hah, what you pulled was tantamount to an ejection. I can at least tell when Skull 1 is slumming it; I was in the royal guard after all.$"
Alfred: "$Oh, sure, had to make it look good. But Zinda, there's more going on than you know. Even now.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$You'll need to fill me in, then. We're about to head to Aldrin. You were flying Crest, so…$"
Alfred: "$Think about it. By now you know all about our little friend down here.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$God damn. Another one?$"
Alfred: "$Another investigation. Reports had reached Oldziey that something was up on Prime. I wasn't actually on my fighter. …sorry to have had to drone it in.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Figures…look after that piece of me, alright? We're even now. And, Alfred…I trust you.$"
Alfred: "$I know.$"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh is she Han Solo now?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: : P
[OOC] WC GM: She wishes.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Eh, why not.
Zinda Tegram: "$Zinda out.$"
[OOC] WC GM: Anything else before heading out?
[OOC] Ingenue: None from me.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: No, I'ma trust the NPC's to make trouble for me.
[OOC] Abraham: Nor I.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Good here.
The trip to Aldrin is fairly quiet, at least relative to the past few days. There are reports of the mystery jump point in Armstrong - but, as with the others, it appears but momentarily, twice, and then is gone.
[OOC] Ingenue: No further data available on those jump points?
[OOC] WC GM: What data are you looking for?
[OOC] Abraham: It's Ingenue. All data.
[OOC] WC GM: Or did you want to do a check for further info?
[OOC] Ingenue: That, but also all the other data.
[OOC] Ingenue: Nah, not at the moment. Unless we're passing very near and/or through one.
[OOC] WC GM: Science or similar if you're doing a deep investigation of what little there is.
[OOC] WC GM: They're not on your path.
[OOC] Ingenue: Then we can move on.
As soon as the Roland enters Aldrin…
[OOC] Abraham: They're not on the path, but I will be continuing to take as many sensor reading of these jump points as I can.
CrestOfficial: "Thank goodness you're here! The Nephilim have invaded one of our research facilities!"
CrestOfficial: "We've gotten everybody off - please just blow it up."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Pfffft
ExecutiveOfficer: "Coordinates received. Huh, looks like an easy target. Unshielded space station; all Nephilim fighters are reportedly in the hangar."
Zinda Tegram: "Cute."
Zinda Tegram: "They think they can trick us."
[OOC] Abraham: <CrestOfficial> "We've gotten everybody who is a loyal asset to the corporation off - please just blow it up." - There. I fixed that for you. No need to thank me.
Spyboy Pearson: "*mock sigh* When will these civilians start realizing the difference between a battleship and a carrier?"
[OOC] WC GM: Right. So, check vs. -2 to see that it's a trap of some sort? :P
Zinda Tegram: "Nephilim don't board stations through the hangar."
Zinda Tegram: "Something's off."
Spyboy Pearson: "We can blow the station up, but it will require getting in there and hitting the reactor."
[OOC] Abraham: PD, after your sigh, was that meant to be said out loud, or not?
Zinda Tegram: "$Anyone speak Kilrah?$"
Spyboy Pearson: "But I'm sure, Admiral, that I could refrain from sucking their databases clean."
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Out loud, yes. Over the radio, no. Really just presenting ideas to you.
Abraham: "Oh don't restrain your basic instinct on my account."
Zinda Tegram: "Restrain it on mine. Abraham, that station is an intelligence opportunity."
Ingenue: "#Yes.#"
Spyboy Pearson: "….and so you don't want me to gather intelligence?"
Spyboy Pearson: "……Are you feeling well?"
Zinda Tegram: "$Honey, could you ask them what they're doing over there?$"
Zinda Tegram: "We shouldn't blow it up until we have an idea of what's going on."
Zinda Tegram: "That's all."
Spyboy Pearson: "….Did you leave your brain with Elles for safe-keeping?"
Zinda Tegram: "…Excuse you?"
Zinda Tegram turns to Spyboy.
Spyboy Pearson: "You say 'No! We need intel! Don't gather intel!' and I'm supposed to assume you're still functioning at normal levels?"
Spyboy Pearson: "….Actually that does sound normal. Carry on."
Zinda Tegram: "You said we should shoot it in the reactor!"
[OOC] Ingenue: If the neutrino comm is point-to-point, is 'the station' enough of a target, or would Nue need a more specific idea of where people are in the station?
Zinda Tegram: "Did you leave your head in Heggy's…"
The space station is a few minutes' flight away, in deep space.
Zinda Tegram is cut off by whatever the next line is.
[OOC] Ingenue: *crickets*
[OOC] WC GM: More specific. Though pinging random points is possible.
Abraham: "Nobody's blowing up anything yet. Assuming those really are nephilim ship and not a fifth grade class arts and crafts project, I want to know what's so special about the research here to make the Neph break their MO so dramatically."
One of the bridge officers munches on a carrot noisily. The XO gives said officer a glare.
Zinda Tegram: "Listen, we should board it."
[OOC] Abraham: At least they're not playing Galaga.
Zinda Tegram: "Make our way to their server room and take all their drives."
Abraham: "Oh that's a forgone conclusion. Of course we're going to board it."
[OOC] WC GM: That you can see.
Ingenue: "I can attempt to send to the Nephilim on the station, but it will require us to be closer to properly identify recipients. Or I could just repeatedly ping all potential points, but that could be considered rude."
Zinda Tegram blinks. Metis is taking into account politeness!
Abraham is not so surprised. Computers, even non-AI ones, are all about protocol.
Spyboy Pearson: "See, Zinda? That's why I'm wondering if you're at full power. Cuz I already suggested that, with a guise that Crest will believe. In addition to being true, the only difference being that we'll have plenty of time to change our minds."
Spyboy Pearson: "That's the great part about being implanted. I can still bounce ideas off of Heggy while I-"
strained* "Shut uuuuup!"
Zinda Tegram: "Hmmph. Tell Crest whatever you want; We're not blowing their station until we have whatever they're trying to hide though."
Spyboy Pearson: "Agreed."
Spyboy Pearson: "Also, didn't the Nephilim say that they were going to give their 'Abrahim' some 'proof' of something?"
Abraham: "They did, though they never gave a timescale on that."
Heggy: "Do they even perceive time the way we do?"
[OOC] Abraham: Unless, of course they did, in which case ignore that.
ExecutiveOfficer: "Sir, reading a power spike from that station."
ExecutiveOfficer: "…and it looks familiar."
Spyboy Pearson: "…Evasive action?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Remember those artificial jump points?"
Zinda Tegram: "Figures…"
Abraham: "Full sensor. I want as much information on this as possible."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Looks like you were spot-on about their source, Lieutenant."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Yes sir!"
The station is painted by active sensors. Even at this distance, heat signatures - minutes old, due to light speed lag - can be detected, too rough to precisely target even if not for the age of the data.
Zinda Tegram: "Metis, I think you just found your point."
All active life signs seem to be clustered around the energy signature. A large panel on the station begins to open, exposing it to space.
[OOC] Ingenue: Is it enough to attempt a transmission?
[OOC] WC GM: Still have to poke a bit, but it significantly lowers the searching required.
[OOC] Abraham: Where is the panel in relation to the energy spike, or have we not found the spike's location beyond 'the station'?
Ingenue: "Attempting transmission."
Ingenue: "[#Nephilim within range, what operations are you currently engaged in?#]"
[OOC] WC GM: The panel is right over the spike.
Nephilim: "[#Demonstration of what the Abrahim has enabled. BEHOLD!#]"
It…almost sounded like crashing thunder at the end of that transmission.
Ingenue: "A demonstration of what the Abrahim has enabled. Loudly shouted: BEHOLD! Crash of thunder."
[OOC] Abraham: "What was that loud crashing sound? It almost like someone's shaking a sheet of tin."
Ingenue: "Boom."
Abraham: "Okay… what am I a beholding?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "That would be the jump point, I'm guess-sir, we've already got traffic inbound through it."
Ingenue: "That."
Spyboy Pearson blinks and looks at Zinda.
Spyboy Pearson: "Race you to the fighter deck."
[OOC] Abraham: Spyboy, did you remember to tie Zinda's bootlaces together?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Pfft, duh
Zinda Tegram grabs her flight helmet, conveniently sitting on a nearby chair, and jogs down to the flight deck.
Zinda Tegram: "$Geoffrey, scramble. We might be working with Confed this time.$"
Geoffrey: "$Already launching. We'll wait for you outside.$"
Spyboy Pearson mutters to himself balefully.
Spyboy Pearson: "'We might be working with the Confed.' From a Confed ship."
Abraham: "Reading on whatever is coming through that jump point."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Trying, sir. It's…"
ExecutiveOfficer: "…"
[OOC] Abraham: <ExecutiveOfficer> "It's like somebody else is controlling the horizontal, and the vertical."
ExecutiveOfficer: "…PIRANHA CLASS?!? None of those were this side of Chandley."
Abraham: "Open a channel please."
Abraham: "This is Admiral Abraham Bounty of The Roland. Identify yourself, please."
Fareye: "Reading Confed-normal structures and comms. Ahem. This is Fareye of the Terran Confederation S…"
Fareye: "…uh. Is this Aldrin? YOU'RE STILL ALIVE?!?"
[OOC] Abraham: I never trusted the Terran Confederation S….
Fareye: "I repeat. Is this Aldrin system?"
Abraham: "Yes, Fareye, it is. And we are. Welcome to Aldrin."
Fareye: "And somehow you've managed to create jump points, or find new ones. We'd all written you off for dead."
Abraham: "Understandable, but fortunately in error. But how did you happen to come here. Did you notice the jump point and decide to investigate, or did it open on your ship?"
Fareye: "A little of both. I was on my way back from escorting some scientists setting up an observation…ah, I'll skip to the point. Other side of this jump point's Apollo."
[OOC] WC GM: Of relevance: - specifically middle of the left side.
The bridge officers go silent.
Zinda Tegram circles the Roland, thinking.
Abraham: "Excellent! I'm sure that there are people on both sides who are eager to be reunited."
Zinda Tegram: "Tsk…"
Zinda Tegram mutters something about bad news.
Spyboy Pearson syncs with the Roland's sensors and starts moving gradually away - low-grade interferometry.
Abraham: "Depending on how stable this jump point is, at least."
Fareye: "That there are. …err. For some reason my flight computer's pinging you as hostiles."
[OOC] Abraham: I KNEW IT!! They're from the Mirror Universe! The goatee should have clued me in.
Fareye: "Well, anyway, looks like I have this station to thank for the jump point. Heck, I can see the scientists from here."
Fareye: "…uhh. Kilrathi and…are those Nephilim?"
Abraham: "Hm… I can't imagine why that is. Unless since we were assumed dead, we're showing up as hostiles because of our obviously faked IDs."
Abraham: "Yes they are. I suspect that they are in large part responsible for your being here."
Fareye: "Which would mean this is a trap. Right. Fareye out."
Spyboy Pearson: "I'd have lied about the Nephilim, boss."
Spyboy Pearson: "Unknown aliens in reverse-engineered Nephilim power armor, perhaps?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "And he's back through the jump point."
Abraham: "Perhaps you are right. Or the the very least I should have classified it. Still, I doubt that there's any real harm done, and if the Nephilim are serious about peace between us, we can't have people shooting them on sight anymore."
Zinda Tegram: "…Abraham, they thought you were Nephilim."
Zinda Tegram: "Like at Chandley."
Zinda Tegram: "Go act like a human, please?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Or just working with the Nephilim."
Abraham quirks an eyebrow at Pamela Isely telling him to act human. "First things first. We need to secure this research station. It won't matter if the jump point closes in the next five minutes. Also, we owe the Nephilim some thanks, I think."
Abraham: "What really worries me is why we showed up as hostiles."
Spyboy Pearson: "Swarm of Oldziey ships flying out of it, perhaps?"
Abraham facepalms. Had he so soon forgotten that he's not going to wait anymore and just immediately blame Zinda for everything.
Abraham: "Yes, I suspect that might do it. Thank you."
[OOC] WC GM: Culture/Tech, Bureaucracy, or the like if you want to think of more reasons.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + - - + (Base: 4 Total: 4) (Bureaucracy is hostile)
Ingenue rolled up 4dF: 0 - + 0 (Base: 3 Total: 3) ((Cultech.))
[OOC] Abraham: Chessa is having a very blah day today.
Abraham: "Or it could just be an outdated computer and there are Kilrathi about, not to mention the Nephilim."
Abraham is still going to blame Zinda.
Ingenue: "Or Crest could be a registered outlaw on the other side. Does the Admirality hold standing if it is not recognized on the other side of the jump point?"
Abraham: "On this side it does. And it will on the other side eventually, even if they don't at first."
Abraham: "Spyboy, Zinda. What have you found on the research station?"
Spyboy Pearson: "Not a whole lot, yet - she's loitering and I'm increasing scan resolution. Want us to head in?"
Abraham: "Yes. Proceed at your own speed."
Spyboy Pearson: "Green flight, you're with me. Proceeding at full combat speed to the compromized research station."
Heggy: "Admiral, were you planning on harassing Crest about what they were working on aboard the station?"
Spyboy Pearson: "I'd like to hear that…."
Abraham: "Oh yes. Yes I am since I doubt that the Nephilim just happened to have what they needed on hand to create a jump point, but decided to go here to actually make it."
Abraham: "But first I have to know what it is I'm yelling at them about."
Spyboy Pearson: "Understood."
Spyboy Pearson: "B-4, what's our ETA?"
[OOC] Abraham: Bingo!
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: You sunk my battleship!
It takes a few minutes to head over. The jump point flickers a few times, but is still present upon arrival.
[OOC] Abraham: But it was never yours. It was always the Brothers Parker's.
Abraham: "Definitely lasting longer than those other ones. I wonder if it was because they were figuring out our technology."
[OOC] Abraham: Science to get anything meaningful out of the sensor readings?
[OOC] WC GM: Sure
Just as Abraham says it, the jump point flickers out.
[OOC] Abraham: And I just accidentally closed my character sheet because of course I did.
Abraham rolled up 4dF: + + 0 - (Base: 5 Total: 6) (Science to read.)
Spyboy Pearson: "….ugh. Totally forgot to bring a shuttle full of marines for cover story. And backup."
Abraham: "Hrmph. Still long enough, even if a far cry from permanent."
Spyboy Pearson: "Ingenue. Was that a five minute duration?"
Spyboy Pearson starts placing navigation points towards the station's hangar.
Ingenue: "Roughly 8 minutes, 30 seconds."
Abraham: "Is that significant, Spyboy?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Is there only one, or are there two? Cuz I'd rather not land at the one with Nephilim fighters in it.
Spyboy Pearson: "If it was five minutes from when you said 'it'll shut down in five minutes,' then that would be evidence that the Nephilim shut it down manually because they thought their Abrahim said to. If not….then probably not relevant."
[OOC] WC GM: Just the one hangar, unfortunately.
Spyboy Pearson: "Hey, Zinda. You ever get a chance to replace that laser cannon?"
Abraham: "Ah. Still, definitely longer than five minutes, so it most likely was not intended…."
Abraham turns to the XO. "How's that power spike doing?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Gone with the jump point, sir."
Abraham: "Well, not confirmation, but correlation at least."
Abraham jots some equations down on scrap paper. "And how is the general power output of the station? Still operating at safe levels?"
ExecutiveOfficer: "Yes, sir."
Abraham nods to himself. He strongly suspects that the jump point closed because it was too much for the station, so the Neph shut it down early to prevent damage and he's poking holes in his theory.
[OOC] WC GM: There are a few facts you're overlooking, but eh.
[OOC] WC GM: What do Spyboy and Zinda do once aboard? There's no one in the hangar, though the expected array of Neph fighters and Terran shuttles is present.
Spyboy Pearson pulls out his computer and starts scanning.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: For wireless nodes.
Heggy stays in the cockpit, but tucked low, where she can see the scanners but not be seen from the outside.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Hmm.
Security is about what is expected for an isolated, civilian-run science station.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Guard Spyboy I guess.
[OOC] Abraham: That's already been abandoned.
Which is to say, it does not take long for Spyboy to gain root access.
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah, I replaced it." ((The Laser cannon.))
Spyboy Pearson blinks
Spyboy Pearson: "….The server password was seriously ilovemoney."
Zinda Tegram: "Really? What the fucking…"
Spyboy Pearson: "….Now I feel bad for trying it fifth."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, let's dump it and get out then?"
Zinda Tegram wanders back into the hangar and climbs onto one of the nephilim fighters.
This close, and without a pilot in the way, Zinda gets a good look at the completely blank display and lack of controls.
Zinda Tegram taps on the control console.
[OOC] Abraham: I think I'm a drone now. There always seems to be, someone jerking me arouund.
Zinda Tegram: "Let's see if I can't fly you back…"
Spyboy Pearson: "Already pulling down…"
Nothing happens in response to Zinda's tap. The console is completely bare, with no sign of where to tap.
Zinda Tegram: "Hmm."
Zinda Tegram starts rooting around in the back of the fighter looking for any storage units.
There is no back. The cockpit consists of a chair, a canopy, and little else.
Spyboy Pearson scowls.
[OOC] Abraham: And honestly, the canopy was more than I was expecting.
Spyboy Pearson: "What the hell is with their total lack of security?"
Zinda Tegram pops her boarding torch and starts looking for panels.
[OOC] Abraham: Huh. This is apparently 'Research Station Honeypot'. I wonder if that means anything.
Spyboy Pearson triple-encrypts what he's downloading and starts looking for the station control files.
It is not hard to cut into the back of the fighter from the cockpit, but beyond that is just engines and other mechanisms normally found aboard a fighter - as well as something resembling the neu-comm radio.
Zinda Tegram: "Ah, figures."
Zinda Tegram starts following following the lines from the engines to find out where the startup trigger is.
The trigger falls back to the neu-comm. It is not that dissimilar to other fly-by-wire designs Zinda has seen.
[OOC] Abraham: Try these code phrases, Zinda. 'Engage'. 'Thrust'. 'Liftoff'. 'Up, up, and away'.
[OOC] WC GM: Station control files? You mean executables/functions that control the station?
Zinda Tegram: "Hmm."
Zinda Tegram: "Wish I had some material…"
Zinda Tegram gets her own Neucomm out and, in her best (bad) Kilrah, says "#Login.#"
There is no response.
Zinda Tegram checks that the communicator is receiving power.
It is. The fighter seems to be in standby-just-short-of-full-off, similar to most fighters on the Roland when not on alert.
Zinda Tegram says to it "#Abrahim#."
That gets a response - though unintelligible.
Spyboy soon enough has control over the major functions of the station - though the only really major system (excluding solar panels, life support, and so on) is the research bay, which is under local control save for the power fed to it.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Does it have cameras?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Spyboy Pearson starts splicing feeds and using bots to construct a map of the current location of all the Nephilim on station.
They are all in the research bay, mingling with the Kilrathi, working on systems - presumably analyzing why the jump point failed and how to get it back up.
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Do the Kilrathi look like the ones from Collins?
[OOC] WC GM: Very much so.
Spyboy Pearson: "Admiral, be advised we have Kilrathi on-station, looks like from Collins. Not a shocker given what we know, but it's confirmation."
Spyboy Pearson: "Also, be advised that Crest InfoSec is TERRIBLE."
Abraham: "On the contrary, it did exactly what Crest wanted it to do. They wanted to pin us for murder. Well, probably not us personally, just the next Confed ship that passed by."
Spyboy Pearson: "Information security, not intelligence. We knew they knew. Makes me wonder if they knew we knew they knew."
Ingenue runs a surface analysis of the station, checking for indications of conflict. Did Crest attempt to resist the Nephilim's entrance to the station?
[OOC] Abraham: "But how do you know you know what you know, ya know?"
Spyboy Pearson: "I'm going to head to the base commander's office. Maybe he left his keycard in his computer when he left. It would fit."
There is no sign of blaster fire, or other serious resistance.
ExecutiveOfficer: "They've been making regular pleas for us to just blow it up. I haven't bothered putting them through, sir."
Ingenue: "[Michael, were you able to recover logs or security feeds?]"
Spyboy Pearson: "I got everything, Metis."
Ingenue: "[What was the station personnel's reaction to the Nephilim boarding?]"
Ingenue: "Why would this organization prefer destruction of their property over the return of the property?"
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: What WAS the security team's response? Was there a security team?
[OOC] WC GM: Of course not.
[OOC] WC GM: Are you sending the logs to the junior data sponge?
[OOC] Spyboy Pearson: Yeah.
Abraham: "Two possibilities. The generous one is that they saw the Nephilim were doing /something/ important with the equipment, and being Nephilim it could only be something nefarious, so they decided not to risk trying to reclaim their property. The less generous possibility is that the property is incriminating in some way."
Spyboy Pearson: "[Here, take a look for yourself.]"
Abraham: "I'm not as inclined towards generosity with regards to Crest."
Spyboy Pearson: "Yeah, my money's on the latter. I haven't found anything relevant to this station in particular, but wow."
Ingenue: "Then in both situations the property, the station, should be preserved?"
It takes but seconds for Ingenue to find out why: Crest was trying to set up to have its own, private jump point to another Crest-controlled system, and profit from secretly bypassing Chandley.
Abraham: "Preserved, and most likely confiscated."
[OOC] Abraham: I need a summer home.
Zinda Tegram: "Hmmph. Typical."
The Kilrathi had been brought on board to make the jump point happen, then stifled when test protocols risked opening jump points in random systems, exposing the secret.
The Nephilim largely just routed the administrators, allowed them to flee, and unstifled the Kilrathi - as if they knew.

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