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    Barely Fit for Salvage

    Post by Washu Hakubi on Sat Aug 25, 2012 8:00 pm

    Time: 2:30 PM
    Date: 8/18/2012

    Washu had watched the battle to its conclusion via her satellites after returning to the lab earlier, but now that there seemed to be nothing to fight, the varied groups lost their united front. Pfft, how typical of all of them. That quickly bored the scientist so she shut that set of observation screens in favor of something far more interesting. Namely, the wrecked Space Pirate battleship currently still being shot at by a floating palace, of all things. It had crashlanded in the forest, and there was an explosion that wrecked some of it even further, but the thing was so huge not even that managed to destroy it all.

    At that, Washu had looked at Ryo-Ohki, smirking a bit. "Hmm, what do you think? Want to get a closer look at that wreck?"

    "Myaaaa!"

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    Soon enough, the starship form of Ryo-Ohki was headed for the wrecked Space Pirate ship. She tried to keep from acquiring the attention of whoever was driving that floating castle around, and just floated above the wreck when she found it. Within the cabbit starship, Washu had her laptop out, and already her scans were telling here that venturing out to look even closer was a bad idea. The Pirates had also been packing Phazon weaponry, and the radiation from that was all through the wreck. Still, even with having to stay protected, the scientist could still get pretty good scans of what remained.

    The drive wasn't like anything she'd seen, but the power output was well below things from her own universe. Weapon systems were a teeny bit more advanced, though it seemed they favored power over safety margins. Typical for a group of marauding invaders. There really wasn't much that was truly worth salvaging, as lower tech and contaminated with Phazon as it was, though she would keep the scan data.

    "Huh. This tech of theirs is interesting, but as usual for this world, it's not nearly as advanced as mine. Knowing their weak points will be handy, though~. All right, I think I've seen enough charred pirate corpses for one day; let's go home!"

    With another 'Myaaa!' of confirmation, Ryo-Ohki began to move away from the area, making a transition into the lab's subspace sooner or later.

    ----

    ((I will note this, while there was an explosion, no one specified the pirate ship was destroyed . . . given a certain wreck on Tallon IV, I doubt the damage would have been enough to completely destroy it anyway.))
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    Re: Barely Fit for Salvage

    Post by Zurg on Sat Aug 25, 2012 11:54 pm

    It would seem that Washu was not the only one interested in the Space Pirate's technology. A lone mass, one no bigger than a basketball, had quickly taken a liking to the downed craft. It was the same entity from before - the one that had consumed several bodies - and now it was here to conduct yet another observational survey. Unlike Washu, however, it had much more to accomplish.

    Alone in the dark, irradiated corridors of the downed Space Pirate ship the construct weaved and bobbed through the thrashed corridors. It was after things - many things. First it floated into a massive lobby, the construct picking apart various electronic components before ingesting it like the bodies previously. It picked apart screens, couplings, and various components; it did this by simply emitting a force capable enough of sundering machinery while saving the necessary parts for storage. The parts it did not take were simply left to fall to the floor, pieces scattering noisily. Finished with its first task, the construct floated further into the ship's interior, near the engine room.

    While although it could not dissect the drive, it could take a sufficient scan. After several minutes of surveying the wrecked chamber it took whatever struck its fancy and moved onward.

    The room containing various weapons schematics seemed to hold the construct's interest for much longer, and here it took its time as necessary. It absorbed, it studied, it consumed. Weapons, armour, miscellaneous blueprints - anything that was not heavily guarded became the construct's property. For what foul purpose it needed such information remained a large mystery...

    Success. It had received what it needed, and the radiation levels were starting to rise.

    Floating back out from whence it came, the construct had one last task to do before vacating the scene entirely. Back in the lobby it hovered directly to the middle of the slanted flooring and rose. It rose to a lengthy height, two meters, before it dispersed its body into that of a shattered ring.

    Flash!

    The air prickled with unnatural heat and in the blink of an eye the Space Pirate bodies that had been collected from before now lay floating around the construct itself. Lifeless, they seemed to idly revolve, peaceful and serene while something invisible began to work. One by one tendrils of energy ensnared the bodies and in that moment... BOOM! They were instantly stripped of their armour and gadgetry, whatever fleshy remains left to plummet sloppily to the wrecked craft's floor. Here they will stay, their grave already decided long ago as their possessions were drawn into the construct's being.

    Task done, the entity reformed itself into a messy sphere and was off. There was nothing left to do here.


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