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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 5:44 pm
Delta-T
Protector of the future (NPC)
MOOD: Apologetic
ACTION: Answering questionsThe inquiring Vanguardians could hear the gears turning in the tinman's head -- literally. A slow, clackety ticking noise emanated from his filigreed cranium, the strange glass dome amidst his head decorations glinting in the starlight, as he processed them one-by-one. "I'm afraid I can't give you the precise reading my legacy requires of me," he admitted to Vyn, sounding genuinely apologetic. "My systems aren't what they used to be, you see. If my calculations are reliable from this vantage, it would be: Zero. Point." A spark popped out the side of his head, and the next few syllables were complete gibberish. Noticing nothing, he finished, "Plutonian years." "Most of us served organics originally. We were all built by them, we know that much. But some phenomenon uplifted us when we were gathered together with our friend here." A silver-cuffed hand gestured once more to the ship as he answered Aliez next. "We've all been together most of our lives, seeking purpose and understanding. We found the former quite by accident here." Then he turned to Andreiya. "Our friend wishes to talk with you. The only way to do so directly is going inside. I suppose I understand if you are uncomfortable, but it is merely a consequence of how it was built." And rebuilt over and over, obviously. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must return to the party. Many duties to attend to." He vanished the precise instant his final word was spoken.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 7:06 pm
VynVanguard CorporalMOOD: Confused, then determined. ACTION: Steeling himself, then entering the ship. Vyn blinked at the spot the artificial lifeform had just been.
“It seems we will be getting no further answers out here,” he said.
With a sigh, Vyn stared at the silhouette of the ship. He didn’t like the idea of entering a vessel they knew so little about. The ship could be dangerous, especially in its damaged state. Even if it had been in pristine condition, he would have hesitated.
He didn’t know that they could trust these lifeforms. They were artificial. They spoke as they were programmed to speak. Their motives were not necessarily their own, but those of their creators.
Vyn bit his lip and glanced between Aliez and Andreiya. Neryn and some others had already made their way inside. There were no immediate sounds of distress, but Vyn could not in good conscience leave a Cadet to go forth into the unknown on their own.
“Come. We're safer in numbers,” he told his two nervous friends — attempting, as always, to cover his own nerves. “We can take a quick look, gather what intel we can. Aliez, if you want to record…” He motioned to his ComTech. “Andreiya and I can cover you. If the interior seems too dangerous, we’ll find Neryn and leave.”
Lifting his blaster, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice, Vyn led the way up the ramp and into the ship.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 7:24 pm
CHRYSOCOLLA
NEGAVERSE ETERNAL SENSHI OF MOODS
MOOD: Robots....?
ACTION: Entering the ship"That kind of stuff happens a lot," Chrysocolla said to Lieutenant Andesine, not sounding too concerned, "but it's usually the same times of year when things get really weird." For the months when the world was alive and weird, anyway. General Ashanite... she wasn't sure she'd met him, had she -- wait, no, she had talked to him personally maybe once, because he was... a forced recruit, probably, maybe she'd wanted solidarity? That sounded correct, but the memory was so old she couldn't recall anything else; trying to reconstruct motivation from what she knew about herself was such a pain.
"Hopefully we won't be here for too long." That was directed more towards Sailor Cryolite. Too many third-ranks were here. If that many people of that power level went missing for days, weeks -- it would cause issues. Power vacancies. "The robots don't seem like they all came from the same place. They look too different. So they probably came here from somewhere else."
And then the robot was talking, and she folded her arms under her chest, trying to figure out what all that meant for her and the Negaverse. So the ship was... also a robot...? She guessed that made sense. There wasn't really all that much for it, though, so she moved forward, into the ship, gesturing slightly for her involuntary Negaverse hangers-on to follow.
If anyone died, the Velencians had gone in first, so it'd be them. Probably. She didn't want to explain to Ashanite she'd gotten his fresh Lieutenant killed, and whoever Cryolite belonged to, she didn't want to explain that either. Knowing Chrysocolla's luck, it would be someone she didn't like.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 8:24 pm
AliezVanguard CorporalMOOD: Anxious but ready to gather information and protect his allies ACTION: Staying with Vyn and Andreiya and entering the ship Aliez watched with concern as Neryn hurried on ahead and into the ship without them. Had they done something between the time Neryn spoke to them before and now? He didn’t want to see them get hurt, especially when they couldn’t trust anyone but themselves.
Both the Negaverse and the White Moon had killed their own.
The strange artificial lifeform disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Aliez stared at the empty spot, before turning to see Vyn drawing his weapon. To which Aliez was grateful. He lifted his ComTech as suggested so he could record what they were going to witness, and Aliez quickly keyed in a code to encrypt the file… should anything happen to him. He didn’t want anyone else messing with their technology.
“Let’s go,” he agreed, once he was sure Vyn and Andreiya had him covered. He didn’t mind being between them. He was the one with the shield. He just hoped they could catch up to Neryn before they got hurt.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 8:42 pm
LogosDark Mirror SuperMOOD: Calm, Cool, Collected. ACTION: Talking to any Vangardians who can hear her Wandering away from the suspicious fete had proved to be beneficial almost at once. She followed a small trickle of auras to a structure that Logos very quickly registered as a spacecraft. Her breath caught in her throat as realization hit her. In Murikabushi's words, they were "magical girls" so this shouldn't have been such a shock for her but... her powers required the willfull suspension of disbelief. A law had shifted her reality and had given her these magical powers which were a new constant. Those powers gave her access to her own magic as well as access to other dimensions. That new law, however, did not include manual interstellar travel. That law, at least, had remained a constant. The stars were as distant and unattainable as they had ever been. Except... Whispering at her side caught Logos' attention. She glanced in it's direction and noticed the aliens, still huddled together like a little bouquet of pastel blooms. Something a more frivolous person would find quaint, but Logos only saw as a way to keep closer track on an otherwise unknown variable. The Squire from before seemed dead set on them being an enemy, and while that rang of the negaverse for Logos who only knew that one binary, she needed to be aware of other options. With no discernable energy signal, they could be anything. Or nothing. But whatever they were, they were worried. They addressed both Delta-T and one another, weighing the benefits and risks of entering the craft. And then one said that they weren't unfamiliar with crafts like this and Logos' heart leapt into her throat. Somewhere, Daniyah the civilian turned happy little somersaults and begged her to ask them for more information. How far would that technology carry humanity into the future? If they knew about space travel... would they share? Logos regathered herself and took a deep breath. If she made the proper alliances, she could ask questions later. The first priority here was to establish contact. "Pardon me," she interjected as politely as she could, while still maintaining her professional demeanor. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I couldn't help but notice your... anxiety... about this craft, despite familiarity. Do you know something about it?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 9:05 pm
AndreiyaVanguardian CorporalMOOD: Uncomfortable/Anxious/Guarded ACTION: Going into the ship with Vyn and Aliez/responding to Logos Andreiya wasn’t really sure what he would have done without Vyn to take the first action. It was a relief, to have a friend who was capable of organizing his thoughts and planning so quickly, and asserting commands so they could all work together in a cohesive unit. Andreiya had never minded taking orders, and this was no different; Vyn had a good plan. He saw no reason to contradict him
He mimicked Vyn and drew out his blaster. The safety was off; if he was going to fire, he was going to fire to attack.
He walked with them, doing his best to keep in sync with Vyn and keep them covered on his side.
“What is the purpose of programming artificial life?” he asked quietly. “It does not just think, it acts as if it feels.” They’d been taught to suppress emotions whenever they could–who could have been clever enough to create a synthetic life form capable of processing so much? And why?
And, it wasn’t just this synthetic creature, it was another, too?
Andreiya did not have much faith that it was ‘an organic’ waiting inside to speak with them–organics weren’t built. Technology was. But–how could robots have friends?
And then, a Dark Mirror Senshi spoke to them. He was already on high alert. He didn’t want to be bothered. He wanted to know what was on the ship, what was being teased to them. Not that he’d admit it to her, but he didn’t know any more about this than he supposed she did.
It was a ship. That had a gross, slimy feeling about it. It made him anxious,
He did not like her commenting on that, as if it were commonplace on Earth to assert that you had identified someone’s nervousness and then question them about it.
But, that was a human thing, he supposed.
As natural as eavesdropping.
“Do we know something about it?” he repeated. “It is a ship,” he relayed. “If you have questions, the little robot with the answers went back to the party. He has other things to do. Given how we have been treated upon arrival already, please excuse our trepidation.” He did not apologize for it, though. They were well within their rights to be guarded after being whisked away, surrounded by any number of people who could hate them for something out of their control. And now there was a mysterious, dreadful ship, and someone inside that wanted to talk to them.
To them? Or to anyone?
He didn’t know.
He stayed close to the other Vanguardians; if this was a trap, he wasn’t letting his guard down.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 4:21 pm
THE REASONER╬▓▀▞⬚▒✜ (NPC) MOOD: weary, but hospitable ACTION: acknowledging guests The ramp led up through a modest cargo bay, where an array of guiding lights led the group up through some twists and turns to reach the ship's command center. It was quick to close any doors or hatches that led elsewhere, though some of its boundaries struggled to budge or close all the way. There were bundles of corroded cables flossing between seemingly every section, and whole space vibrated with a cyclical hum that seemed oddly lopsided, occasionally losing its rhythm or staggering in pitch. Signs of patchwork reconstruction and makeshift repair littered the place. Some extra monitors had been shoved into a space where something else had once been, but they didn't quite fit, instead sticking out into the floor awkwardly. Massive, thick cables fed power from an unknown source into the computer system, using an array of adapters that crackled and sparked from the energy being corralled between them. There was clearly no small effort being put into keeping this vessel alive. It made the space feel like a hospital bed inside a giant, ailing computer. Then it spoke to them in a low drone that vibrated the floor and buzzed through the bones, felt more than heard. "LIFE SIGNS DETECTED... VISITORS... BEINGS OF W▓RM FLESH WALK INTO THIS COLD HEART. YOU STAND WITHIN THE REASONER, A PROUDLY THINKING MACHINE."Cameras could be spotted everywhere, their presence marked in dim corners by disk-like flourescent blue lenses. They tilted and swiveled eagerly to drink in the sight of the new arrivals. A cluster of them spent a moment transfixed on the pastel faces of Neryn, Vyn, Andreiya and Aliez. "VELENI▓NS. YOU ARE FAR FROM HOME," The Reasoner observed, in crudely-pronounced Velenian. It sounded like the product of an auto-translator programmed with very little knowledge of the language. Another triad of lenses was positioned directly in front of one of the monitors, into which they gazed without budging.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 5:28 pm
LogosDark Mirror SuperMOOD: Calm, Cool, Collected. ACTION: Talking to the Reasoner, Andreiya and any Vangardians who can hear her If Logos noticed the cool curtness with which the alien treated her, she gave no notice. Instead she nodded pensively and continued, "I only ask because one of your fellows said that you weren't unfamiliar with crafts like this. I thought perhaps you wouldn't mind sharing what you knew." At his mention of the treatment of him and his friends, Logos nodded again, affirming, "The Mad Squire. I'm familiar with White Moon aggression, having been the target of it a fair share of times." Part of why she wasn't exactly thrilled about Murikabushi's eagerness to team up with them. "For what it's worth, I think her behavior was deplorable. Unbecoming of a soldier, regardless of side." She followed without invite about a meter behind the aliens, both for their comfort and hers. If they decided that she was an enemy, she wanted enough leeway to escape. Luckily they seemed more focused on finding the one of their group who mounted the ramp and entered the ship first. This was a boon for two reasons. One, they were hardly focused on the Dark Mirror tailing them, and second, Logos was able to let her facade slip for just a moment. As she entered the ship, her mouth hung open just a fraction and her eyes widened. This technology, though piecemeal, was already eons beyond what earth was capable of just by nature of existing. The hum like an arrhythmic heartbeat, made Logos want to sing. This craft was nearly alive, though only just. She ran her hands along the walls, drinking in the cables and the lights and the electric whirring of the place. She wanted to pull panels off of walls and get her hands into the wiring. What wonders could she learn from this circuitry? Could she snag just a piece, just one solitary wire? Just one? Just to study and recover just one fraction of an iota of whatever intelligence built this ailing behemoth. Despite the itching in her hands, however, she kept them at her sides, trying to commit to memory every wall and wire she saw. The computer spoke, and Logos nearly jumped out of her skin, as much from fright as from delight. It spoke, though not in a language that she understood. From the way the cameras were trained on the aliens, it seemed to be addressing them. Perhaps the Mad Squire had been right. Perhaps this was their trap. Unlike the Mad Squire, however, Logos kept her wits and her powers to herself, calling her magic to her lips none the less. She fell back on her military training as well, trying to put her back to a corner and get as close to the door as possible.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 6:08 pm
VynVanguard CorporalMOOD: Very nervous; still trying to hide it. ACTION: Speaking to the Reasoner in Velenian. Vyn could not answer Andreiya’s questions. He remained as confused as his friends. This place was full of mysteries. Vyn could not allow himself to believe that it was Astraya. More than likely, the name had been appropriated. Perhaps the lifeforms here were malfunctioning.
He, too, looked toward the Dark Mirror Senshi (Logos) — mostly to assess them. They were neither Negaverse nor White Moon, but Vyn didn’t feel inclined to trust them any easier. If they proved themselves to be a threat, he would have no issue firing against them. He hoped the visibility of his and Andreiya’s blasters would be enough to keep this one cautious.
The interior of the ship was in disarray. Vyn followed the path of guiding lights slowly, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement, any potential danger. He jumped when doors and hatches shut, but quickly steadied himself, eyes darting around from camera to camera.
A voice spoke — the ship itself?
Vyn did not lower his blaster.
The voice spoke to all of them first, but then only to the Vanguard — in their own language.
“Yes…” Vyn agreed, not without trepidation. He spoke in Velenian, to a… being? technology?... that spoke and understood Velenian, even if the pronunciation was not perfect. For the time being, his ComTech did not translate for the benefit of the others. “We have not been to Velenia for a very long time. We… we’ve come here from Earth.”
The creeping sense of dread had not left him. Vyn saw no reason to be dishonest, but he didn’t care to reveal too much either.
“You know our people? And our world?”Quote: Using black text in italics to indicate that he is speaking Velenian with the intent of being understood in Velenian, so his ComTech is not currently translating for non-Velenian speakers!
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 6:34 pm
AliezVanguard CorporalMOOD: Anxious with increasing dread ACTION: Translating/Paraphrasing in English for the humans’ benefit. Already on edge, Aliez jumped a little when the Senshi in black spoke to them. She didn’t look like one of the Negaverse Senshi that were frequently in the Dark Kingdom. Another kind of Senshi?
Aliez adjusted his ComTech to make sure he had everything in view that he could. Perhaps they would be able to ask the Commodore for his opinion later once they were home -- if they made it home.
Andreiya was quick to respond, answering her question about Aliez’s comment, which Aliez was grateful for and nodded in agreement.
The Senshi in black said something about the Squire that attacked them. Angry, yes… he agreed that the Squire was angry. He was angry, himself. He saw his friends and commanding officers slaughtered in front of him. He was angry. He was in despair. And he was trying to make sure their deaths had meaning.
He didn’t get much of a chance to respond more than that, much less respond to Andreiya’s question about the purpose of programming artificial life, but he filed it away to recall later once they weren’t being distracted by…
Whatever was speaking to them.
“It said that we were far from home,” Aliez spoke -- in English -- for the benefit of the others there. “We asked if it knew our people. Our world.”
Maybe he was still too naive, but his sense of community and wanting to make sure everyone was included was still deep set in his veins. As a Velencian, it was the only acceptable thing to do.
A Velencian.
Their world was Velencya. It was all Aliez ever knew. Velenia was just a husk, awaiting the awakening of a Senshi that may be too late…
Aliez cast a nervous glance over to Andreiya as he adjusted his ComTech once more, wanting to make sure he was recording everything he could. But it didn’t make sense… Velenia was…
The heaviness was pushing down on him again, and he looked at their surroundings again, at the cables and crudely modified pieces of the hull and interior.
There were a million things Aliez wanted to ask, but he wanted to know its response to Vyn first. Quote: Everyone else inside the ship!
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 11:06 pm
AndreiyaVanguardian CorporalMOOD: Uncomfortable/Anxious/Guarded ACTION: Standing with Vyn and Aliez/blaster ready and taking everything in but not speaking Andreiya was waiting to be attacked. He doubted any ship could fly in this condition, and he wondered if someone had put so much effort into keeping it functioning before or after it landed here. It didn’t seem to make much sense to try and give it any upkeep–and if they needed a functioning vessel, would it not have been better to scrap what they could and rebuild? With all of this material they could have made a smaller ship, a sturdier one. Right? …But then, it spoke. In Velenian. He clutched his blaster tighter because he’d been so sure he misheard, but the words seemed to rapidly engrave into his heart, his mind. It wasn't perfect Velenian, but how many crafts, how many people out there could have known? And this ship had identified them immediately. He didn’t feel motivated to explore all of it; it seemed dangerous. Creepy. There were so many cameras, and the ship itself seemed to be pouring into him. When it spoke, he felt it. How did it know of them but not Velencya? Why did it default to Velenia? Vyn asked the questions he wanted to know the answer to, and Aliez was more considerate of those who did not speak their language than he would have been. He was glad Aliez was recording; there was too much for him to take in now. He wanted to review it later, wanted to see if the Commodore could shed light on what this was. What he was missing. He glanced at the Dark Mirror Senshi and noted that she seemed to have retreated, but he took notice of where she’d positioned herself–and where the others had settled in, too. Andreiya didn’t speak; he opened his mouth briefly, as if he might have meant to, but he found that his jaw had frozen and his lips were sealed shut. He didn’t think he was scared, but he knew he didn’t want to be here any longer than absolutely necessary.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2022 2:50 pm
NerynVanguard CadetMOOD: Apprehensive, on edge ACTION: Sticking with Vyn, Andreiya and Aliez Honestly, Neryn was rather relieved that the other Velencians followed them into the ship. The minute they'd stepped inside, their stomach had dropped and they'd had a flash back to one of those human horror movies they'd watched in one of their elective classes. Neryn took detailed notes as they walked, muttering softly to their datapad and eying every wonky looking cable or broken object. It really did look like a complete disaster of a shift. Good grief.
Then the damn thing spoke.
Neryn jolted, staring at the different cameras that littered the room (they were pointedly ignoring the weird hospital bed in the corner) and blinked as Vyn, Andreiya and Aliez caught up to them. Velenians... The language was crude, as if it didn't have a great translator and poor source material.
Neryn glanced at Vyn as he spoke in Velenian, Aliez translating behind him. A concerned glance looked at Andreiya, and they adjusted their position so they were in line with the Corporals. Neryn took out their boltcaster, ready to fire if necessary.
Velenia... A world Neryn had neverk known, and an identity Neryn didn't have any attachment to, if they were being honest. They were Velencian, born and bred. Maybe this ship hadn't been in their portion of the galaxy in some time... but that would mean it was over a thousand years old, even older than Lyndin or Caedus.
Something about that made the hair on their arms stand on end...
Neryn kept silent, letting Vyn speak for now.
Quote: Everyone else on the ship too!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2022 12:20 pm
AshOrder Guardian cat - human formMOOD: Nervous, wary, but so very curious ACTION: Carefully entering the ship full of negas and aliens, promising to help repair the poor dear
When Ash had broken away from the party, she had been intent on seeing this fabulous ship the robots had spoken about. She'd been as excited about that as the rest of the machines, and very much wanted to learn everything she could.
Unfortunately, when she arrived late, she found that the first visitors were... well mostly Negaverse Agents and aliens. She'd heard someone call them the Vanguard, but she knew very little about them. They had no power signature, so it was impossible to tell what side of the war they occupied, if any. That made things a little... delicate, as she was the only person of the White Moon here. She almost, almost didn't go in... but the allure of all of this, the mystery and technology was too much to resist. She always had her sailor form, she reasoned. She could defend herself if someone wanted to start trouble. And part of her believed, firmly, that the robots would stop them if they tried anything. They wouldn't let anyone hurt her, she was sure of it.
Padding up the ramp into the ship, Ash stepped delicately over the cables that ran like veins across the floor, peering curiously into the screens and the half closed portals.
"Oh, you poor thing..." She said as she rested a hand briefly on the wall. "You had quite a rough landing, didn't you, Darling? Well, nothing to worry about! We'll have you back up and flying in no time! I promise. It would be the greatest tragedy not to have you back in your rightful element."
As she approached the command center, the small cat girl slowed, then drew a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped inside, her head held high. Behind her, her tail twitched nervously.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2022 4:26 pm
THE REASONER╬▓▀▞⬚▒✜ (NPC) MOOD: Excited ACTION: "A CROWN JEWEL OF THE STARS, WHERE COLOR BLEEDS INTO THE NIGHT," answered the ship to Vyn. "THIS VESSEL WITNESSED ITS MAJESTY LONG AGO. THAT ITS CHILDREN PERSIST IS A BLESSING."It paused for a moment, cameras twitching in little micro-adjustments at the visitors, as Ash slinked into the area. The ambient humming whirred a little higher for a bit, as if the ship were focusing on something, and an indicator light flickered to life near one of the monitors. "DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS SCREEN. AN OFFERING AWAITS YOU." Its voice had turned a little hurried, a little excited. "THIS HAS BEEN ESPECIALLY PREPARED TO HONOR YOUR ARRIVAL."There was a small, brightly-colored gadget of some kind wired into it. On the screen, there was a display of a two-color pixelated LED interface that seemed to be from the little device, stretched out a bit on the unfit display so that it was significantly wider than it was tall. It was depicting a star-seed-shaped object emerging from the darkness, only for it to burst into a flurry of sparkles to reveal... a blob. The star seed had hatched into the first stage of some kind of virtual pet, as vague in appearance as it was ugly. "BEHOLD THE CYBERCRITTER. IT IS BORN AGAIN, TO HERALD A NEW AGE FOR MACHINEKIND. LOOK UPON IT AND KNOW ITS MAJESTY."The ship's voice hummed reverently throughout the room, as if it were announcing the birth of some prophesied hero. The pixel-blob wandered about the space in a slow 2-frame animation that proceeded at roughly 2 frames per second. A cluster of cameras swiveled intently at Andesine, Cryolite and Chrysocolla."YOU," said the Reasoner, "THE FIRST VISITORS OF FLESH, SO BRAVE AND EAGER. YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED THE HONOR OF NAMING THIS ITERATION OF THE CYBERCRITTER."Quote: The Negaverse agents present have been asked to help The Reasoner name its virtual pet. The game has space for up to 4 characters.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2022 6:33 pm
LogosDark Mirror SuperMOOD: https://c.tenor.com/tSp8vo5NCkAAAAAC/youtube-bailey-sarian.gif ACTION: Chewing on scenery while trying to go through a door that hasn't closed all the way. One of the aliens had either the good manners or the bad strategizing to translate what was being said. Logos was grateful either way, even if the ships recognition of them only deepened her suspicion of them. With each passing moment that the computer addressed the aliens in what was clearly their native tongue, Logos understood the Squire's reaction to them. She named them as traitors... how correct had her assessment been? She disliked standing around waiting for something to happen, and raced through plans and thoughts of how she could be proactive in her own rescue and escape. She remembered suddenly, with a voiceless gasp, the cables snaking around the hallways as they entered. She wasn't an adept electrical engineer as of yet, and she wasn't even sure if this alien vessel ran on electricity, but having something to work with was better than sitting here worrying. The wires and cables she'd seem coming in seemed familiar enough... there had to be some similarities. Perhaps she could hotwire... something. An escape pod, a radio, or anything helpful. At this point, Logos would take the ability to just access the ship's surveillance systems and get a closer look at closed off areas. And the fact that the computer... ship... thing... seemed to have not noticed her as of yet was encouraging. In fact... no one seemed to be paying any attention to her, she realized. The corrupted senshi and negaverse agents were keeping to themselves, the aliens were more preoccupied with the ship speaking to them and had lost interest in her all together, and the guardian cat was more interested on the tech than anything else going on around her. And all of that suited Logos just fine. It emboldened her to turn and slip from the group, retracing her steps as best as possible down the abandoned hallways. The ship... or rather the intelligence running the ship... had cut off as many access points as possible, but it hadn't been able to close them all off. Either from disrepair or neglect, some doors hadn't shut. She found the first one that looked open enough and attempted to pass through the gap, sucking in as much of her body as she could.
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