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002 - A Time to Gain and a Time to Lose
Truthfully Hesaeth was not a place that Donnie had been in any particular hurry to return to. So much had happened there, such gains and losses in what he felt was comparatively a short amount of time. He'd had mixed feelings about their abandoning the resources, but he still wouldn't have questioned the decision when they had such dire threats bearing down upon them. Resources could be replaced. Lives could not.
And yet, here he finds himself again. At least he has no intention of poking around what's left of the camp itself, and he and the other Corsairs had made sure that the mines would be inaccessible in the wake of their escape. The Empire would have to start all over again, but for now it seems that they're too busy licking their own wounds after their losses from here and against Flotsam.
Their target is one of two downed ships. It's a wonder what some well-aimed guns can do. The vessel's entirety had listed to one side during its descent, driving itself into the nearby cliff-face until its starboard side had been nearly flattened.
"Considering the load capacity of those ships, I'm willing to bet they've got some decent artillery other than their cannons. Probably didn't think they'd need to pull out anything else," Donnie notes as he observes the site from the rail of their own airship while it circles closer.
The entry point is through the rear loading hatch, which had been partially open perhaps in an attempt to evacuate before the whole ship had tipped over, and after rappelling down from their ship, the real adventure begins. Footing is tricky given the steep angle, ensuring that anything not nailed down or secured has been thrown to the starboard side of the ship. Toppled crates, containers and the equipment meant to move heavy loads make up most of the 'floor' they have to navigate across, as well as some dangling machinery hanging precariously by their loading harnesses.
((OOC: Leaving it open as to whether interested parties want to thread together or individually, whichever is easier/preferred! Also, this is a salvage mission so if there's anything anyone else might be in the market for, let me know!))
And yet, here he finds himself again. At least he has no intention of poking around what's left of the camp itself, and he and the other Corsairs had made sure that the mines would be inaccessible in the wake of their escape. The Empire would have to start all over again, but for now it seems that they're too busy licking their own wounds after their losses from here and against Flotsam.
Their target is one of two downed ships. It's a wonder what some well-aimed guns can do. The vessel's entirety had listed to one side during its descent, driving itself into the nearby cliff-face until its starboard side had been nearly flattened.
"Considering the load capacity of those ships, I'm willing to bet they've got some decent artillery other than their cannons. Probably didn't think they'd need to pull out anything else," Donnie notes as he observes the site from the rail of their own airship while it circles closer.
The entry point is through the rear loading hatch, which had been partially open perhaps in an attempt to evacuate before the whole ship had tipped over, and after rappelling down from their ship, the real adventure begins. Footing is tricky given the steep angle, ensuring that anything not nailed down or secured has been thrown to the starboard side of the ship. Toppled crates, containers and the equipment meant to move heavy loads make up most of the 'floor' they have to navigate across, as well as some dangling machinery hanging precariously by their loading harnesses.
((OOC: Leaving it open as to whether interested parties want to thread together or individually, whichever is easier/preferred! Also, this is a salvage mission so if there's anything anyone else might be in the market for, let me know!))
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"We're in luck! Not only is there an entire armor, but I am pretty sure the metal is titanium, meaning this baby's kitted out for flight, commander-class, or both!" he explains excitedly, dropping down to paw at the metal. He'd like to think he's well familiar with the type after he's been working with it so much recently.
"I can't tell what state it's in, but it's still worth digging out, even if it'd just be for the pieces!"
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"Perhaps I should consider learning how to use one," He added thoughtfully, as he reaches to help pull some debris away from the armor, moving the lantern slowly to assess for damage. "Looks like some of the wood wedged itself in the joint here." Harlock pointed out. "Let's see if that did any damage there..."
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Donnie moves over to where Harlock is, frowning thoughtfully as he inspects it. It's a pretty big piece of wood there. "Wouldn't be surprised. The joints can be pretty vulnerable, that's why I always tell people to go for those when they're up against one." He beams his torch light down where its gotten wedged into.
"Worst case is it completely severed it, if it's just pinched in then we won't need to replace any wires and cabling. I can't tell with it still there though. Let me see if I can cut it away..."
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"Granted, I suppose the mechanized cavalry of of my homeworld would not be too practical with the geography here."
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With Harlock helping with the light, Donnie tucks his smaller one away, slipping the cylinder back into his belt. He doesn't really have any useful tools for a job like this, but that's where he can improvise. Holding out a hand, he literally works his magic, lines of bright magenta tracing out the inner parts of a motorized handsaw, working its way out until he grasps the finished piece. It's semi-translucent, outlines of solid energy, but when the turtlekin applies it to the wood and turns it on, the saw teeth bite easily into the wood as a physical blade would.
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He had expected a tool, but when the magenta lines formed, looking as if he's drawing a blueprint, before it solidifies. It's not the first time Harlock has experienced magic in this world, but there's something about this that strikes him as the translucent teeth bite in.
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He might be able to shortcut it, but seeing Donnie's magic ability in action speaks plainly of how the boy's mind processes things. He goes about it like he's building the actual object, slotting each mechanism into place. In afterthought he pulls his goggles down as sawdust and a bit of splinters begin to fly, but it's clear that the turtlekin's mystic tool far surpasses one made of physical material as it makes short work of the piece of wood.
The length of it that Harlock holds soon loosens, free to be disposed of. Donnie pushes his goggles up to study what's left, letting the saw dissipate in motes of pixelated light so he can free up his hands to grasp the remnant of wood and wiggle it free.
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As Donnie cuts, he watches - it's strange that this is the first piece of magic that actually intrigues him, he seen and felt their effects. Perhaps it appealed to the practical side, or that it seems more telling of the caster than others he'd seen. He tosses the now loose board aside. Once the remaining piece was pulled free, he grabbed the lantern, holding it up so it's light will shine into the joint.
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Donnie pulls the wood free, letting it join the other piece Harlock discards before leaning in to look once the light is adjusted.
"Well...I don't see or smell anything leaking..." he says carefully. "However it does look like it got a bit pinched, so movement may not be as up to speed as it should be. If it still powers up, maybe it can unbury itself and save us the trouble. Let's see if we can get the hatch open." Hopefully it's not pinned down.
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Wordlessly, he cuts it, figuring it would be faster than trying to find where it's tied and undoing the knot. There's a good chance he thinks that the hatch would be tied down along with being locked.
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Distantly, something else falls in the darkness, perhaps caught somewhere along the other end of the rope when things got turned on its side. The turtlekin winces at the sound, hoping it's not anything too important. "Oooh... getting that open is going to be a pain at this angle. Okay, let's hold on that one for a moment. I'm going to see if I can get in this armor. Now...where is the manual release for the cockpit..."
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It's probably just something falling over, but better make sure it isn't a nasty surprise instead.
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The good news for Harlock is that it is indeed something that's just fallen over. As he approaches he can see the keg lying on its side, still rolling slightly from side to side as it settles. The cork's popped loose from when it had fallen over, a dark liquid pouring steadily out. Oil perhaps. ...which...shouldn't be a problem so long as there's nothing to catch fire, right...?
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"Careful, there's some spilled oil." He called out.
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The angle's a little weird, but he can still get into the right orientation, feeling slightly giddy at being inside one of the armors for more than just a quick maintenance check. Fingers run over the internal console, flicking switches and setting levers as he tries activating it. Slowly things begin to hum around him as the armor powers up.
"Yessssssss..."