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

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Welcome to the Space Olympics.
All the oxygen has run out,
and someone who will not be named
accidentally hit self-destruct!

Everyone was having a good time visiting a small trading outpost for a hoverball tournament when it suffered from a terrible accident. Now, all the life support is failing and the self-destruct timer is counting down the minutes! Worse, Outbound Flight herself isn't docked, too busy gathering mineral resources in the area, and it won't arrive before the countdown runs to zero.

Will you run for it? Steal a shuttle? Use the emergency escape pods? Help civilians? Push them out of the way? Use your l33t engineering skills to fix the system malfunction? Punch something? Try EVA? Cry a lot?

Act quickly, because any way you slice this, you're not going to have much time before the air running out is the least of your concerns...

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[cepicorpus]

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?"

[mindovermachine]

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."

[cepicorpus]

"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?"

[mindovermachine]

"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."

[cepicorpus]

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.

[mindovermachine]

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.