beammeout | Test Drive Meme: Situation Normal, All F-ed Up

[For some this would be a time to panic. For White this was just annoying. He walked through the halls towards the self destruct unit with a stride of confidence. Though he had most of his things with him. A necklace with a purple crystal. Some light ceramic armor. A helmet hanging from his backpack that clearly could seal directly to his armor, and a sword hanging from his hip. He was smoking. Yes air was running out and he was smoking. He did a lot of non-nonsensical things.]

So, find self destruct bomb, teleport it off ship, and then fix the life support. Should be easy, provided none of those unhackable locks are in the way. Or teleportation barriers.

[He also talks to himself in the most arrogant way possible. l33t hacking away!]

Or monstrous aliens.

[Panic, terror, chaos and destruction. It's like a party for a Sith.

Except none of it is the fault of Jacint, who'd been here for the hoverball tournament thank you, not sowing unrest and mayhem. He'd had good credits riding on the local team and now finding out if it would pay off was never going to happen. Betting ever again may not happen either. As people scramble about trying to find escape routes or ways to fix the problem, the red-skinned alien simply observes. None of them really seemed to know what they're doing.

Except that one, the one that seemed to be in some sort of Mandalorian derivative armor, talking like the problem was already fixed.

So Jacint follows as if he's supposed to be, hands clasped behind his back, at just enough of a distance to be somewhat deferential. Monsters and locked doors he knew how to handle. Bombs not so much. Probably he should at least say hello, but he doesn't.]

He had that itch. He had learned to use that itch, swinging around to turn to the red man. Too composed to be panicking and too far to be doing his own thing. He takes a drag from his cig before looking hard at the red face. The human had white hair that was unkempt and a vaguely Japanese ethnicity. Not distinctly though. He took a moment before turning to walk again now, itch scratched. though he did speak. "you coming to help or you a sabatour? Cause I am more formidable than I look. Still wish my armor wasn't crap." he kept walking as he talked, closing in on the destination.

Jacint stops neatly in his tracks when the human turns around, studying the other with interest. 'Japanese' meant nothing to him, possibly they simply didn't exist way out in space, but human was human and easily identifiable with the lack of pedipalps or antennae or fur.

When the other begins to move again, neatly he follows, eyeridges raised not unlike how most might raise their eyebrows. "Wish to assist," is the pleasant, if heavily accented response. English it seems, or Basic as he knows it, is definitely not Jacint's first language. He raises one clawed hand, almost in placation, the other against his chest as he inclines himself almost in a bow, expression one of almost servile deference. "If bomb goes off, then all die, yes? Is best interests, offer help. Armor looks okay."

Good for heat resistance maybe. Not so much deflecting blasterfire. Still, if this stranger knew how to stop the self-destruct from going off, then it certainly wouldn't HURT to help!

He listened to his half broken speech. "well, you die. I teleport away in a sealed space suit. Still I prefer having a ship, so I'm working on fixing it. Armor's crap though. I made it. Rated for pistol rounds and old school rifles. Couldn't stop a gauss slug though like what I want to make. Elements here are shit though." he stopped to take a drag as he walked to a door. "what's this thing got to say?" he touched the keypad, the code punching itself.

"no locks." he said, moving towards to a panel. He felt along it. "what you bet. Multi bombs for self destruct or just one?" he felt his hand further along the panel.

"think I found a circuit to a bomb. Got a wave form scanner?"

The red-skinned alien smiles briefly, a flash of sharp teeth. "Will prevent teleport. Fate of one is the fate of all." There's no way he can back that up ... is there? He doesn't look like he has any jammers of any sort that could prevent it, and he certainly doesn't seem like he's preparing anything.

Maybe someone else will prevent it, and language barrier keeps him from saying so. "Depends if self-destruct, efficiency or thoroughness. First: one bomb, power source. Second: many, everywhere. Shut off destruct signal, possibly better." Multiple bombs may well render everything SCRAP. Well, here's to hoping that doesn't occur, because picking people out of a debris field will be immensely complicated.

Jacint's brow ridges rise again. "No. Have better things. Which circuit? What is intention for it?"

He looks back at him as he says that. "As far as my knowledge goes, nothing can stop a psychic if he wants to do something short of murdering him," he replied in a contemptuous voice. He follows it for a few moments now. "Basically a hard circuit to transmit the self destruct if say, someone was smart enough to put a comm jammer up to prevent an air transmission. A self destruct that can be thwarted that easily would be crap, right? Usually it has re-routes too, so just cutting it is worthless. So we either need to find the bomb it leads to or we chase it to the other end... or..." He tapped a spot before taking his cig. He tosses it on the ground and crushes it.

His hand runs along the panel for a few moments before it looked like something was radiating from his hand. He pulls his hand back when there's a decent sized hole in the metal now like something removed it from reality. "Well, this might be really stupid or really intelligent." He said, touching his insulated gloves against the circuit. He pulled his hands back and shook it.

"I'm going with stupid. That would be too easy, wouldn't it. Mecha-Empathy with a wire. Ow." He waves his hand around some. "I know most self-destructs have serious security, but still. Ow." He finally seemed to stop bitching to sigh. "Well, that was a waste of time." he starts feeling along the wall along to follow it.

"Hopefully this is like self-destruct mechanisms I'm used to. I'm starting to feel like I might just be guess working together bullshit."

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"Knowledge is in error. Have way, would be silly to say what it is." The best way to lose a secret: say what that secret might be! Still, that could be said as an ominous threat, complete with a growl to match the contempt in the stranger's voice, but Jacint merely sounds mild and remarkably certain. Of all the things that are important right now..

Well. The Force is always important. What eyes and ears didn't reveal, it would. "Is not military base."

Military bases had those amazing pointless complications, didn't they. Did civillian locations as well? Most of what the armored person says makes sense, but the last sentence he speaks draws a blank look. He knew Basic, at least understood it well, but something about that made no sense at all. Did whatever he just do with the wire somehow fry his ability to be coherent?

For a moment, Jacint doesn't stop. He does what the other seems to be doing, setting his hand against the wall. But he's not looking for electric signals or anything else, merely an impression from the Force about which way, and where, they should be headed. The Dark Side was not generally cooperative with such benign things, but that is what control and forcing it was for. "Is that way."

He points. A junctioned hallway. "If can find, you are able disabling it?"

"It isn't a military base," He repeated to himself, like that was more important than it was. He snapped his finger and nodded. "Yeah, would just have one bomb them in the most important area. The bomb would want to render the base inoperable, not decimated." He took a few moments before focusing on a point where he pointed. He put out his hand to feel out that direction. He then seemed to fling his hand out for a moment to send out a pulse of something out that direction. The Sith would feel the energy, but not what it was. It didn't feel like this person was manipulating the Force, or at least not the same way Sith and Jedi do.

"Well, the fun way is I put my helmet on and teleport it into deep space, and kick it so everyone gets to watch the show. The slow and better way is I talk it into not exploding," He said to him as he walks for a bit before halting at the junction-ed hallway. He takes a few moments to look around before following a path before halting at a cross junction which seemed to have been slowly curving upwards.

"Above the main stadium... hrm," he looks up before reaching up. "Oh good, we're standing under a bomb about to go off I think. No, just hold on. Don't need a ladder." he reaches his hands down, floating off the ground some until he could put his hands to the panel there again, slowly letting his power seep in to start removing the panel.

"Surprised you're so calm. Most people freak out when I disintegrate metal."

The alien follows. It seems he has nothing to add to everything being said, the only sign at all of his opinions on the matter being a slight twitch of one brow ridge. Jacint's assistance is apparently not needed, and if all that was required of him was to be an audience, so be it. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Of all things to be concerned of," the Sith says, glancing around. Aliens running around, people scrambling to find a way to disable or rescind the self-destruct command, people trying to help the wounded.. "Familiar powers, not one." Though if it might somehow help matters he could probably feign a panic pretty believably.

It wouldn't. He takes a few moments to feel around it. "You know where life support is? I feel like that's going to be the hard part. Actually." He reaches around his armor before giving it. "This is a tracker. If you get to the life support, I can teleport to you once I'm done here." He looks back up with the open panel now. He feels over the bomb some before muttering. "Insolent bastard. Seems to think he isn't going to blow himself up." He takes a moment to tap his chin before taking his helmet. He put it on his head, sealing it against his armor now. It doubled as a space suit, but that could be assumed.

Then he put his hands around the bomb and seems to hold it before the bomb, all the massive amount of it, and the person that was touching it disappeared.

[There's a whole lot of things Jacint could be doing right now. Helping, maybe. But he isn't.

He's just relocated to one of the many broad hallways and settled himself a little above and to the side to watch people scramble about in a mad panic below. Just one more alien on an outpost full of aliens, red-skinned, yellow-eyed and apparently fond of ornate golden jewelry. Something surely would be done about all of this.

He should surely do something about it too. Except he's also settled himself directly in front of one of the entrances to one of the smaller shuttlebays, knowing it's the only way to access this PARTICULAR bay and its containing small shuttle. It was now his, and he wasn't about to abandon it. He could use it right now and guarantee his own life, but ... some nagging sense he should linger a bit keeps him right where he is, for now.]

Edited 2014-08-31 23:13 (UTC)

[Go incognito for a while, Axl. It'll be fun, Axl. You won't make station security twitchy this way, Axl.

He was never listening to that again.

It wasn't that the air leaving the station was really a problem-- he liked EVA. It was just that without the extra mass handy and without his dash jets, it was a lot harder to push through the crowd. And the self-destruct was a problem too, and he couldn't find Clu to suss out where to either cut wires or send a desist command.

So, shuttlebay. With his luck, the equipment was on the outside to prevent internal threats from getting at it. There was a red dude who seemed suspiciously.. loungy by one of the doors.]

Hey! You any good at computers?

[Worth a shot!]

[That! Is not a human.

Sure, Axl looked pretty human. But there was something not-a-human about the way the Force regarded him. It's interesting, might be what he'd been waiting for to begin with, but Jacint ... isn't quite sure. What races looked human but weren't?

Computers were definitely not his area of expertise though. That was biology, not mechanical engineering. He straightens up a bit anyway.]

No. Am mostly good, biologicals. Why?

[Well, he understands Basic! But apparently has a difficult time speaking it, by the heavy accent and the way 'L' doesn't really sound like 'L' most of the time. It might be OBVIOUS why Axl's asking really but it's better to make sure.

Jacint's pretty certain he can't really help with this, so guarding his shuttle is a better idea, and yet ... Maybe Axl could.]

Balls.

[He ran both hands back through his hair and tugged a little on the ends. Tracking down the right console was going to be a pain in the ass!]

Somebody needs to find the damn self-destruct and override it.

[Probably Jacint should at least get up. If this is who he'd been waiting for it should at least behoove him to be polite enough to stand. Or .. do. Something, besides guard his shuttle door.

After a moment he raises one hand, brow ridges furrowed.]

Can find, is easy. Not so much, disable.

[This is going to get problematic if he had to explain anything detailed though.]

Speak Bocce, Huttese?

Uh... nope. Sorry.

[Axl scowled into the middle distance until he stopped and actually processed that first remark.]

Wait.. you can just find stuff?

C'mon then! I can get it turned off if you can locate it!

[That's not precisely accurate, and Jacint spends a solid thirty or fourty seconds trying to figure out how to say that, and then explain it, in a way that wouldn't come out horribly mutilated. Basic was just not a language he was fond of. Eventually he frowns, then shrugs.]

Yes.

[He relied on the Dark Side to inform him of pertinent information to his continued survival and growth in power, and it was a generally very reliable thing for that. Aiding Axl would directly relate to his own continued not-getting-blown-up-or-asphyxiated.

How to say so in Basic, he has no idea. Probably it wasn't important.]

Good. Then we go.

[But not terribly quickly and boy does it seem like Jacint's just wandering from place to place but the Force had its own way of doing things and as much as he was learning to be its master, sometimes it meant following directions.

Directions that lead straight through those panicky crowds in fact, multiple times, until they're headed below the bulk of the outpost. If you're going to put a bomb anywhere, to maximize destruction, the primary generators did make the most sense.]

[Axl followed gamely, though it was rough going at a few spots. Why did he have to be so short out of his battle armor? It wasn't fair.

It seemed like the red guy knew what he was doing, even if it involved a lot of stopping for things. Reminded Axl of someone with a chemical sensor suite trying to stay on a scent, actually, which was probably a good thing. He tried not to hurry the dude along.

The generators were actually a pretty good sign. That meant there was probably only one explosive point, and thus if things did go a little pear-shaped with the override he could probably physically get at the thing and chuck it outside to no ill effect.]

This the place?

[At least the bomb hasn't gone off and life support hasn't completely died by the time they arrive, which means there's still time to panic and run around like chickens with their heads cut off later!

He draws to a stop beside the generator proper, tilting his head first one way then the other, almost like a hawk might when trying to get a better look at its prey.]

Yes, is here. Inside machine. Is ... dangerous, don't know how. Just is.

[Though that much might be glaringly obvious. That the self-destruct isn't sitting right out in the open, easy to disable and remove, also might not be much of a surprise. He points with one clawed finger, very cautiously tapping on the metal. It sparks.]

Other-other side of this. Can shield, somewhat. Make a little safer.

Danger is my middle name!

[Axl. Axl no. You don't have a middle name.

He did, however, decide to finally say screw it and call his armor to him. The extra layer of protection was important if he was looking at possibly playing in a higher-radiation environment.]

Stand back over there, then. I should be fine!

[And X always used to groan at his love of explosions! How else were you going to learn bomb disposal if you didn't build them all the time?]

What is rest of name?

[No, that's not what it means, and after a moment Jacint actually seems to realize that. But it's too late by then, and the alien winces, suddenly annoyed with himself. This is the sort of mistake he shouldn't still be making, he's been listening to Basic for years!

At least the frustration can be put to use, raising his hands and making a sharp, abrupt gesture seemingly of negation - and then a staticky bubble of purple snaps into being around Axl. It'll go where he goes, and likely won't get in the way, certainly won't make things worse--]

'Should be' often 'is not', in dangerous things.

[It's all but muttered, as the young Sith backsteps away, careful to maintain line of sight, but if there's going to be explosions he's going to take a bit of distance here for safety's sake..]

Oh! I'm Axl~!

[He offered what was probably a very disturbing grin at the red guy. Oh well.]

Yeah, well, probably better me than you.

[The purple thing was new. He took a moment to try and poke it, wondering at how the red guy was able to pull it from nowhere like that. It looked like a portable shield wall, only it was hanging around a lot longer than those did and he hadn't seen the red guy use a generator.

Maybe it was one of those weird Force things, like the weirdos on the ship.]

Okay~! I'm gonna try the panel first, and if that doesn't work I'm going in and pulling the detonator. Wish me luck~!

Okay.

[Axl. How amazingly simplistic and likely that Jacint is going to have trouble pronouncing it. It might just seem like muttering from where he'd retreated to, a bit growly even, but when L is a problem the quiet repetitions of Axl tend to sound.. skewed. The closes that he can reliably manage is an R sound.

It's not right, but it also doesn't interrupt what's going on (in theory) and accidentally provides plenty of fuel by the way of growing annoyance at the language barrier in case suddenly he needed to do more than offer a shield.

This person, this Axl, is way too happy about being faced with a bomb even for Jacint's tastes. He'd dealt with reckless, but this seemed almost suicidal. Maybe Axl figured since they might die anyway, no reason to hold back?

He frowns, in his hiding spot. No, that didn't seem right.]

Is likely tied to primary power source. Dangerous.

[If the Dark Side was noting the risk, it was probably EXCESSIVELY dangerous.]

[Axl had noticed this guy had a heavy accent, so he wasn't as likely to make fun of Jacint as he thought about it. It happened.

He did head to the computer panel to have a good poke at the software, just in case he could actually get the damn thing to turn off on its own. It was probably locked to somebody's vitals or other bio-signature though with his luck...]

Well it is a self-destruct gizmo.

[Hmmmm.. nope, it was asking for some kind of physical key since he didn't have the right retina or something. No time to use trial and error to brute-force it.]

Okay then, detonator it is. Have it your way.

[Yes, yes he was talking to the console.]

[Jacint didn't have a key either, but when nothing happens immediately (of course prompt results are expected, and he wasn't really good at patience to begin with), cautiously he slides back out of his chosen hiding spot.

A good excuse is having to refresh the barrier soon, but part of it is wanting to know what Axl is doing. The bomb wasn't going to talk back!]

What do?

[Is he going to just pull it out?! ..Well that would possibly WORK, but what was it going to do in retaliation?]

I'm gonna disable it and pull it. You just, uh, hang around back there. You found it for me, after all.

[Axl took his time taking the panel off, no fast moves and no shaking. The first might jiggle something he didn't want jiggled, and the second was just unprofessional.

As predicted, there was a rat's nest of wires around a block that looked like it was set on some kind of activity or temperature regulator. Clever. Start a meltdown of the power source and even if it didn't blow up right, the place was going to be crapped up and irradiated forever.

He hummed a little to himself, peering around all the bits of the block. It was gonna be a lot easier to remove if it was a post-construction add-on...]

[Inaction is excessively difficult.]

...Okay.

[So much for obedience, Jacint is definitely not hanging out 'back there', he's going to be watching from close enough where he has some idea of what's going on! Which might well be too close for Axl's piece of mind, but another one of those purple bubbles seems to be getting put to use.

Probably it won't help with a truly catastrophic explosion, but he has enough faith it'll handle a minor one. The Dark Side was stronger than bombs, but only up to a point.

In fact the longer he's left to his own devices the closer the Sith's getting. Wasn't he told to stay back?]

[It definitely took Axl some willpower to avoid twitching as Jacint approached. Bad Sith. No biscuit.]

You know, if you really want to learn bomb disposal, I can show you later.

[Well, post-production model it looked like. That made it easier. He started sorting the wires, tracing what went where without pulling any out just yet. If he could disconnect it from the systems in question, it would be pretty simple to toss the actual detonator out an airlock.]

[But he can't see what's going on from way over there! It's not ideal at all!]

Is okay, can watch now. Won't get in way.

[That's probably not at all reassuring. How much harder is it to do things while being watched like a hawk? At least he's not getting closer, but Jacint is definitely not moving away again. Yet.

He has no idea what that whole nest of wires and stuff is, electronics aren't his area of expertise. While the temptation to begin asking questions is nearly overwhelming, for the moment it's firmly squelched. It may or may not last.

But there is definitely some fidgeting going on.]

[Axl growled a little under his breath, but he kinda didn't have time to argue. At least red guy was keeping his word about staying out of the way.]

If you get irradiated, I am so not cleaning up the pile of goo.

[Wires sorted, Axl started picking out the ones he needed, wrapping them around the fingers of one hand. He'd pull them all at the same time when he was done-- safer that way than to risk a short and accidentally triggering something. Soon enough he had all the lines into the detonator isolated and, after a brief moment where he closed his eyes and hoped it would work, he tugged them all free.]

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