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Sessrumnir
Knight of Jupiter

MOOD: Extra cautious
ACTION: Trying to work out a plan

Sessrumnir’s eyebrows raised curiously when told of the Reasoner’s desire to name a virtual creature. Some kind of game, perhaps? The fact that they didn’t get much information from it was concerning.

As well as the fact that the ramp was no longer open for visitors.

“Are we all agreeing to proceed with caution?” he asked when it seemed as though both Logos and Viatrix were ready to dive into… who knew what… without a proper plan in place. Were they agreeing to look for a power source? A shuttle? Were they just doing whatever they wanted without anyone elses’ concerns in mind? The unknown made Sessrumnir’s skin crawl, and he forced himself to not look over his shoulder to see if he could catch a glimpse of those he’d left.

“Let’s just say the ship wants to murder us, or is going to be hostile if it’s not responding. If not, that’s great,” he stared, holding up his free hand to show Viatrix that he didn’t mean any harm in being overly cautious. “But I would really appreciate being able to get back home in one piece.”

And the others too, but he didn’t say that out loud.

“Logos, could you describe any other places you remember within the ship as well? I don’t know if I can fit into some of these holes,” he admitted with a frown.

“Is there anything else you can remember about the ship? Anything that seemed strange or gave you a bad feeling? It’s important. If there’s any kind of alarms or traps to keep out intruders, that would be important to know.” He hoped it wasn’t necessary, but he wasn’t about to just run inside.

“Viatrix, once you’re inside, see if you can figure out another entrance. I know you have high hopes for the ship and these robots, but I would rather you have backup as soon as possible. Just in case.” Although he had doubts about her desire to help keep them alive over rebuilding decaying robots.

“Corporal Vyn,” he continued, glancing over to the Velencian. “You’ve been in the ship as well, but didn’t explore like Logos, but you were in direct contact with the Reasoner, is that correct?” He didn’t want to assume things, but that was what he understood by their descriptions of events.

“What did they end up naming it? The virtual creature? It might be important to know. If the Reasoner treasures it enough to name, we should try to… ah… hype it up, should we need a distraction.”

Logos
Dark Mirror Super

MOOD: Determined
ACTION: Feeling better now that they're planning

The Mauvian turned into a cat, which Logos was not fully aware they could do, and she stared unabashedly. She'd known Mauvians, of course. She's known them as cats, and a few as humans. But she'd assumed that once the human form was acquired, the feline one was discarded. That Viatrix was able to switch between the two was clearly news to Logos. What this ability specific to this Mauvian? Was this a glamour or was it a true shifting? Too many questions rattled around Logos' mind. So many that she had to physically shake them out.

Vyn speaking about starseeds made Logos involuntarily press her fingertips to her sternum. They want... starseeds? From Astraya? Did this place have a collection of starseeds somewhere? Like in a vault or something? That didn't seem right. Starseeds were souls, as best Logos could understand. To have them just... lying aorund. Did they belong to someone else? Or were they new seeds? Could a new seed be made? And if not, what were the ethics of giving someone a soul that belonged to someone else?

Sessrumnir spoke again, pulling Logos from her spiral. It was becoming increasingly clear that he was the ranking officer on site. Logos glanced around once, checking her senses for any chaos aura around her, and then fell happily into line. It was comforting to have someone with more authority to defer to, even if that person was not actively pulling rank. She slipped into attention, her hands behind her back, her shoulders down and away from her ears, and her back straight.

"Sir. Caution is essential, Sir" she finally reassured Sessrumnir in her usual, clipped, and formal tone. "I, too, would like to go home whole." She had classes approaching which she was excited about, and was in no mood to miss, even for death. "Inside it's as ramshackle as it is outside. There were cables spider webbing the inside, drawing power from somewhere and taking it to other places I assume. The Reasoner kept the majority of the ship barred from us by shutting it's doors, but some didn't shut all the way. There are also cameras on board. Everywhere, it seems. But when The Reasoner is unresponsive, it is unclear if they are still operational. Respectfully, sir, I suggest avoiding them all together whenever possible, and I would like to reserve the option to disable them when necessary."

Sessrumnir
Knight of Jupiter

MOOD: Cautious but determined.
ACTION: Giving Logos some supplies if she wants them, and heading to the breach with Vyn.

Sessrumnir felt the hair on the back of his neck rise when Vyn told them about the robots thinking they will acquire their own starseeds. How? Even Lyndin needed a special gauntlet from the Negaverse to take a starseed from Caedus. There were Negaverse officers there, but not many.

He felt uneasy, and he must have had the same idea as Viatrix, but she managed to get an alert out faster than he would have had to write a message to send. That was fine, because he held up his signet ring to his mouth to speak a brief message and send it as well.

So the robots were interested in their cyber creature named Mimi, and favored the Negaverse it seemed. It didn’t bode well for them.

“At ease,” he said gently to Logos, unsure if he was amused or horrified by the formality. Not that he was using formal military commands, as he didn’t know if she was familiar with them or not. But hopefully she understood his intention for her to relax. And breathe.

As much as he would rather not associate himself with anything Chaos, any little help was useful.

He took a moment to open his subspace and pulled out some needle nose pliers with built in wire cutters, and a pair of insulated gloves.

“In case you need to cut through anything. Sorry these are kinda big,” he frowned as he held out the pliers and gloves for her to take if she wanted to use them. “I expect them back in good shape, so no getting electrocuted or anything like that. If you want to try and disable some cameras… or whatever else you find… that will probably be useful.”

Sessrumnir knew it was very likely that Logos had her own tools with her if she was volunteering to help hotwire an escape pod, but the point was that he was trusting her to stay safe. And to hopefully keep the questionable Mauvian safe as well.

He nodded to Logos and Viatrix as they started to figure out how to get to the ventilation and maybe disconnect some surveillance, and then turned to the Velencian.

Sessrumnir took a moment to really look at him. He was certain this was one of the ones who had abandoned Caedus and went with Lyndin instead. While he didn’t agree with Caedus’s decision, he was cautious about the Velencians and their alliance with the Negaverse.

“Let’s inspect that breach then,” he gestured towards the ship, letting Vyn move forward so they would be walking side by side instead of having someone behind the other.

It's a mess around the hull breach, as expected. Some cables hung from it like blood vessels, snaking out and back in again. One was connected to a machine that had been carefully placed back upright, banged-up but operational. It appeared to serve a diagnostic function, likely put there so its synthetic crew could quickly check in on its status between tasks.

While Sessrumnir wouldn't be able to fit through any of the holes in the ship's armor, a Mauvian probably could. The gap the cables led from was promising, leading to a grate barely visible in the darkness. There was also a piece of equipment among the debris that may have served a more complex function in the past, but now was simply a slightly warped mirror.

Sessrumnir
Knight of Jupiter

MOOD: Exasperated
ACTION: Calling Logos over. Hoping Vyn knows what to do with computers.

“It’s not that bad,” Sessrumnir frowned as he looked at the breach around the hull. And then cast a look to his temporary companion and crossed his arms over his chest. “Not sea worthy -- or space worthy… but maybe if… no. No I would probably suggest to scrap it. Best they get any functioning computers and whatnot out and repurposed,” he shrugged.

The other two had already gone off. Maybe once Logos finished showing where Viatrix could get to the bathroom, she could come and check out this weird mirror-like debris. He didn’t know if it was going to be of any use. He’d heard about mirrorwalking from Valhalla, but beyond that he had no idea how it worked.

“Logos!” he called, although he tried not to be too loud about it. “There might be something here. I don’t know how it’s supposed to work with your… magic,” he said, not even sure if she heard him.

As for Vyn, he had no idea what to do with a computer. He wasn’t that kind of engineer.

“Anything you can think of doing with this?” he asked, since he couldn’t exactly get into the hole.

Logos
Dark Mirror Super

MOOD: Determined
ACTION: Feeling better now that they're planning

The Mauvian seemed more than fully capable, which Logos wasn't surprised by in the lease. She'd never met a Mauvian be anything less then absolutely reliable. It seemed to be a universal character trait at this point. The Mauvian was, however, very small. And no amount of capability or intelligence could make up for the size difference if something larger decided to take Viatrix as a threat. This was the reason Logos watched with such intensity as Viatrix made her way in.

Her name being called, however, dragged her attention away.

She reached Sessrumnir's side and peered within, searching for what he was referencing. A mirror, she supposed, since her magic was called into question. And a mirror it was, she realized with something as close to glee as she was able to feel. She allowed herself a triumphant smile for a just a second before she recovered herself. Her instinct to stand at attention pulled her shoulder back again until she remembered that Sessrumnir had called for her to rest.

"I think I can use that, sir," she answered firmly, deciding that if he already knew about mirrorwalking at all, anything else she told him probably wouldn't be usable. "If there is an accessible mirror within the craft, I'll use that, otherwise I'll double back. It shouldn't take me longer than five minutes, so if I'm not back by then, please assume I was successful." She gave him a short, polite nod, and made her way through the reflective surface.

Viatrix
Order Mauvian, Bonded to Encke

MOOD: Fascinated anew
ACTION: trying to get into the Mauvian Room. Trying to find a button or something first, (but if not, is willing to try forcing it again)

It was dark.

She wasn't that surprised. It was a very small space, she felt like she was in one of the spy movies that she had seen Encke watch, and it wasn't like this place was lined with spotlights or anything like that. It did make her wish, though, that she had dark vision out to sixty feet or something--

Viatrix pawed forward quietly, carefully, not wanting to trigger any offense --

Oh.

Another grate!

She pressed her nose up to the grate, peering in to the room on the other side that was dimly lit, but at least still better lit than this little tunnel she was in, and found herself surprised to find that this looked like a little Mauvian room. It was the chaise lounge that tagged her into that as far as she was concerned. She knew quite a bit of her temporarily cat-bodied fellows did like their comfort. And unless this was a room hidden through a grades that was made for like... Squirrels... She wasn't sure what else this room could possibly be.

That brought in another question though: why did this room even exist in the belly of an apparent sentient ship?

Surely the Reasoner wouldn't be offended if she checked out a room that clearly belonged to her and her fellows right?

Ostensibly??

Probably???

Viatrix sucked in a breath, determined that she was going to need the wash the hell out of her claws later, and ran her paw along the edges of the new grate to see if she could find a button. After all, if a Mauvian didn't need to work, why would she? And if this room was created by someone like her, they had probably also made a mechanical way to get in here.

They had a paisley chaise lounge. Who kept a paisley chaise lounge that had any interest in working?

Sessrumnir
Knight of Jupiter

MOOD: Hopeful.
ACTION: Knocking on the mirror to call back Logos. Agreeing to figure out how to get inside and use what they can get access to.

He was a bit rusty with his ye old English probably from a thousand years or more ago, so he was grateful for Vyn translating for him.

Was this how Devyn felt when he arrived on Earth? Not being able to understand how to read or write? But he’d taken studying so seriously and based on the messages he received back from him, he was getting better and better with practice.

“My moral compass prioritizes getting everyone home,” he said thoughtfully. He had people he cared about there, and while they could possibly bully Almadel into taking them them home (although Sessrumnir wasn’t sure how he got there), he didn’t want to leave everyone else to suffer on a desolate world.

Maybe the Negaverse… But with how friendly others were with them, he had to assume they’d never had a loved one murdered by them.

“Logos, you still around? We have a plan,” Sessrumnir lifted a hand to gently knock on the mirror. He had no idea how it worked, if Logos could hear them or see them or what, but they weren’t getting anywhere just standing around.

“Depending on where Logos was able to access, we might have to split up. You’ve been in there,” he said as if to remind himself. “What do you think? Could you use that crystal of yours to find out the current of energy going through the wires? If we can locate the energy cells, we might be able to do something with those.”

He could tell that Vyn was nervous around him. He knew there was still tension with a lot of people regarding the Hilltop battle, but right now they didn’t have the luxury to have any heart to heart about it.