Pyro grinned at Lothir((like this: Pyro's smile
)) as he finished off the caramel egg; "Well, you didn't ask me what kind
of egg it was, now did you?"
"As to where we're heading, well that's easy; the AI cores of the Nighthammer
. Tis where you will find all the answers to whatever questions you posed to Jolly Rodger. If you will, this
way," Pyro walked over, pressed a glowing, numerical key on the panel and a door slid open hissing stop to a fine point. The clone gestured with his head for the bard to follow him. Pyro led Lothir down a maze of corridors, which more than likely, would've have confused the heck out of anyone who didn't know where they were going or just had a bad sense of direction. It would come to Lothir's attention that the clone demolitionist knew exactly where he was going through a the internal bowels of the huge assault-carrier. The more the two walked on, the more and more it became apparent to the bard that the Nighthammer was like a floating city, only with a full garrison of clone commandos, and ten times as many marines, ready to take a fight to a planet's surface if necessary. The bard would soon come to realize that there were less and less Marines and clones present and strolling about as Pyro led him down, deeper and deeper into the core of the ship.
There were more species that were humanoid in appearance, but weren't human, elf, or half-elf; they were aliens, quite literally. Races and species to which only the clones, marines, and ship's crew knew about. Since Lothir's wish was for the operating only the tech onboard, the knowledge of these aliens was a punch to the face as any surprise would be to any.
Pyro noticed Lothir's expression, and had to smirk, saying "What? You thought it was just folks like you and me on this big, floating bucket of bolts?" Pyro then laughed aloud, clearly enjoying the moment.
Onix found himself slightly amused by Zarae's comments that he overheard about having one of wash-cyclers for her own use.
When he sat down on one of the many chairs in the resting chambers, Maryne poised her question to him; Onix looked up to her, and pointed out the doorway; "take the corridor down the same direction we were coming from, first hallway on your left, the mess is at the end of that hallway."
Satisfied that he had answered Maryne's question about food, Onix leaned back and went through a list of things that he had to get done before they left again for the planet's surface.
The clone tapped a few commands into his armor and then music kicked in over a few speakers located throughout the room.
A rhythmic beat flowed into the room followed by a melodically beautiful, female voice.
The clone started off reading over the missions report that his squadmembers had submitted, seeing if any details were off or if there were places he could fill in for something missing.
Eventually, drowsiness started to take hold of the clone. He decided to rest slightly, falling asleep within a few seconds of closing his eyes.
If it struck anyone as odd, Onix was still as flesh and blood as they got within the clones' ranks.
Lieutenant Myria walked out of the R-chamber, a towel wrapped around her lithe dark skin. Her keen ears had already picked up the music, which she recognized as a favorite among her fellow human marines.
She brought her long, silvery hair up into a bun and then proceeded go into the showers, unknowing that Zarae was within the chamber, but aware that a shower was running, and that there was someone present within the same chamber.
However, Myria didn't mind so much, as she came across the base items she saw, and with a cycler running, she guessed it was another female.
She went about getting dressed into her uniform, first slipping into her undergarments.
Stalker chuckled lightly at Drakin's comment; "well, since you said that, alright then."
The sharpshooter made his way back to the tavern, which had died down in activity and number of patrons present in the place.
The clone stepped up the bar, placing both arms on the top and having a seat himself.
"Give me a couple of Blackholes, and soda," the sniper said to the barkeep. A moment later, two shot glasses full of a dark, somewhat shimmering and swirling liquid, slid out across the bar to stop in front of Stalker and Drakin.
The sharphooter grabbed the drink in front of him and toasted to Drakin; "To sharp skills and quick kills." When Drakin returned the toast, Stalker downed the shot; the liquid seared down his throat, burning and ripping away at his nerves.
The sniper slammed the shotglass down on the table with such force that the glass should have shattered into a thousand fragmented pieces, but ironically, remained solid as a stone.
To one like Drakin, who had no idea what the stuff was, it would be like drinking something something only a wizard . . .or gargoyle could.
Ironside led the way back down to the armory. When they arrived, the clone prepped the exo-suit line to take off Vlad's armor first.
"Alright, Vladimir; 'X' marks the spot for. . err. . . paws. Stand there and I'll get you outta your claustrophobia." Ironside's hands ran across the board with skilled precision and practice.
To Zana and overly excited imp, the clone thumbed at twin doors behind him; "if you want target practice, the left door; if you wanna go into the 'Killhouse', then the right door. A forewarning; grab some armor, you'll need it. Otherwise, we'll end up making a second-visit
to the Med bay, and I'd rather avoid that." Ironside left Zana to her choice.
"And Griz, if you decide to go with grenade practice, do make sure that you use the red grenades, if you will. Same 'Boom', just more intense."
Ironside kept an eye on the gargoyle, making double-sure he took the right grenade type, while he prepped the exo-armor line for removing Vlad's armor, when the fur-ball was ready.
Finally the turbolift with Edge, Lynx, and Ryltar in it, arrived at the designated level. The doors hissed open, and Edge walked out, leading the way for the two mages toward the Information Tech lounge.
When the three arrived they would find a huge room filled with computers, much like the laptop, only much, much
bigger. Lights danced over, and across the huge towers, while LCD screens danced with numbers and letters, pieces and sequences of code, that was being programmed at near light-speed.
"If this isn't apparent already, this
is probably one of my favorite sections of the ship."((Pic idea=IT Lounge
Edge led Lynx and Ryltar around, showing almost everything there was about the WDFX-9 quantum-core hyper computers; "these big guys calculate almost every-single one of our hyperspace jumps, the targeting telemetry of the HVG's that you fired, Lynx," he nodded towards the sun elf magess, "and the shield capacitors storage volume matrix threads, which are responsible for all of our shield output, as well as our power output flow, which is distributed through multiple router stations. Ryltar, worked with one of those in our recent battle." Edge gave the drow spellcaster a thumbs-up, indicating his impressed opinion of the drow's work on the power conduit.
"Lynx, earlier you asked me if you could look at the mathematics behind our hyperspace jumps, and the navigation we use to find those pieces of information. Well, this is where you'd find those equations and such." Edge waved a gloved hand around the IT room.