After Earth - Episode II - Beyond Colonial Space.

[Voda Vosa]

"I'll board, if there's any pieces of salvageable equipment I'll be able to recognize it. Last time I'm damn sure you missed a bunch of staff while I was here. That said, Chatty, are you still with us? I need you to print me those droid schematics. I'll be working on that when we are back." the technician says, before heading to the weapon rack.

 

[Rhun]

Damon smiles at Cnosos' words. "Just be alert, then. I've known you to spend hours pondering a piece of technology, completely oblivious to what is going on around you."

 

[ethandrew]

"Finally," Pierce mutters. He moves his body and turns to gather some belongings from the cabin. He returns in a moment with a couple guns and a rather long and wicked looking knife.

He looks at all in the room with an unsettling smile, "Do we have an airsuit I should wear?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Cnosos pats Pierce on the back glancing at Damon "What's he here for, if not for smashing anything that comes too near? Let's get those airsuits."

 

[Rhun]

"Once we dock, we should be able to tell if the other ship has atmo from the airlock. If the pressure won't equalize, we know we'll have to wear airsuits."

 

[ethandrew]

Licking his whetstone and slowly scraping the already dangerously sharp blade across the rough surface, Pierce leans back against the wall, "So what're we waiting for?" Another long scrape. "The sooner we get in and out the sooner we can get away from this storm and get paid, right?" Another long scrape.

 

[Relique du Madde]

"I guess I'll stay here and help monitor stuff.."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Let's do it then, I can't wait to see the precious things we can scavenge. I should have been a space scavenger instead of a ship's technician.... Wait... Those two things are basically the same." Cnosos says, chuckling to himself.

 

[Dr Simon]

Solly shifts to get himself into an airsuit.

"The Syrrans have a very similar physiology to humans, so if there is atmosphere, we won't have a problem," he explains. "But for my tastes we're still too close to that... wedgie thing to risk a hull breach." He shrugs, turning the gesture into a move to hoik up the airsuit. "You may adjust this opinion according to your own levels of testosterone poisoning, of course," he adds, looking at no-one in particular.

Completing the suiting-up process, he glances at Cnosos. "Y'know, the Syrrans are a bit more advanced than us. Could be interesting..."

 

[Blackrat]

Mel easily attaches the Greed to the other ship as the guys prepare in the airlock. As the seals tighten Damon taps to the airlock computer and runs diagnostic of the other ship's athmosphere.

It seems the air in the Syrran ship is saturated with toxic gases, probably something caused by the damage. It seems Solly was right in donning the spacesuit...

[sblock=OOC]Props for Dr. Simon! Someone has read the race descriptions in the RG .[/sblock]