Salvage Operations [for 3rdangel]

[in_the_cracks]

Telrim’s tried to bring them out somewhere safe. That wasn’t easy. Guessing where would be ‘safe’ was hard enough, but she only has about three sets of co-ordinates for the Pool ship to choose from. In the end she picked the one closest to their first target, and hoped that Andalite disdain for their science would keep them out of the labs.

She’s right, or lucky. The portal comes out in one of the minor labs, a small room with a work desk, a couple of chairs and a computer console, though it’s currently inactive and only a small keypad is showing. The chairs are facing one of the long walls, which currently appears transparent to show the next room over, which holds a single chair and a holoprojector. The chair in there has rather thicker arms and back, for some reason. It’s also locked to the floor.

Everything is brushed steel and sterile white – and dead silent, save for the low, almost-below-hearing hum of shipboard circuitry. No Andalites. No Controllers. No hosts running wild. Telrim lets out a slow exhale and steps quietly for the door. No running now. She just has to hope her companions aren’t about to shoot her in the back.

Comments

[3rdangel]

The appearance of the room does not seem that strange to Mikoto. It may be far from Terran or Gaian in design, but she'd spent years hopping from one world to another. She casts a quick glance around the room for possible threats, and then a slower one to examine further. The next room gets only a passing glance. She wonders if it's for interrogation. She'll move quietly to one side of the door, making sure she'll have cover if there's something nasty on the other side. Even if she can't be seen, there's no reason to be sloppy.

Regulus finds the surroundings much more alien. He's used to stone and wood for buildings and furniture, not metal and... whatever that white stuff is. And he hopes there's not something wrong with his hearing, or the devices he'd had Valia Pira make... he keeps thinking there's some sort of weird hum, and he has no idea what that could be. As for the room, he tries not to look at it past the first glance, hoping he won't find himself chained to a chair like that by the end of this mess. He keeps his wand ready as he moves to the other side of the door from Mikoto.