I wonder what THIS button does; open

[azulescarabajo]

The recent discussion on the comms had reignited Jaime's boundless curiosity and a desire to learn more about the ship that he and so many others found themselves riding across the multiverse. And what better way to find out more about the ship than to look at the hallowed command deck? There had to be something useful here, right?

Jaime seated himself at one of the various stations and peered intently at the panel. The chirruping buzz of Khaji's voice vibrated against the back of his mind.

Suggestio|\|: Frie|\|d Jaime: press butto|\|s.

"Yeah. Right. Good idea. Let's just push buttons on the bridge of the super powerful meatship." Despite his sarcastic rejoinder, the young man reached out and slowly pressed a switch.

Nothing happened.

"Not that one, then." He pressed another. Toggled a switch. This might go on for a while.

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[zouichi]

"Khaji Da?" Zouichi frowned at the alien-looking instrumentation. "That might give the Daligig some excitement."

He hadn't asked Fuyu to try and jack into any of the systems here, but maybe he should. After all, when was the last they'd heard from Neuropathy?

[azulescarabajo]

"A friend of mine. Long story." He flexed his wrist and a blue and black exo-skeleton like gauntlet spread across his hand, one finger elongating into some sort of bio-mechanical looking interface.

"If I knew where to plug in that, is. . ." He bent his head, examining the panel in front of him.

"Can't really see an access panel."

[futureisclear]

"There must be some sort of interface somewhere," Ildraniath interjected again as she stalked over to eye Jaime's efforts.

"There must be some way to access complete system control from here. This is the command center isn't it...? Unless they're simply telling us that it is and the real one is somewhere else."

[zouichi]

"Interesting." Not quite like Sho's bio-armor, but similar in some respects. "Maybe if you sat in the pilot's chair." That should allow some interface with the ship, right?

"It wouldn't surprise me," he said to Ildraniath. "Supposedly, they're in some sort of restricted area, doing who knows what." Leon had been... vague about the details. "Wherever they are, I'm willing to bet that the truly important control functions lie there."

[azulescarabajo]

". . .Which one is that? I haven't been up here before." Jaime stands, moving around the control room as he tries to figure out which chair Zouichi is talking about.

"It's not like the mysterious alien overlords would want their pet soldiers to know anything right?" Jaime quipped.

"Ah, I'm Jaime by the way."

[futureisclear]

"Ildraniath," Ildraniath replied absently as she examined another control panel, "I think this one is for communications, but... as far as I know we have had crew up here before, but we've never truly had control of anything. So it could simply be a front. Of course, this is also where the pirates attempted to seize control, from what I understand..."

[zouichi]

"Probably that one in the center," Zouichi said. Well, either it was that or the captain's chair, right? Either way, only way to find out for sure was to try it.

"Zouichi. Kanoe Zouichi." He looked a little grim at the mention of the Daligig. "Of course not. And why bother telling us anything? It's not like we need to know. Anyway, according to the captain, the pirates mostly scavenged the ship. Which isn't what everyone else has told me, but there you are..."

[azulescarabajo]

Jaime nodded.

"Nice to meet you guys." He looked between the pilot's station and the captain's chair, then activated his armor. The carpace spread over the boy in a quick fluid motion, and he slumped down into the piloting station. Carefully, he eased his hands into the gel and waited as the helmet descended.

"Now let's see what we can do from here. . ."

[futureisclear]

Ildraniath settled next to the pilot's chair, watching Jaime closely. "We'll have to see. I wish you luck."

[zouichi]

Well, this should be interesting, at the very least. Although Zouichi was sort of wondering if Jaime wasn't going to end up driving them into the Bleed's equivalent of a garage door.

...nah, the ship was so ridiculously geared toward preventing them from hurting themselves (or the ship. Especially the ship) that it would most likely correct its own course.