TROUBLES ABOVE, TROUBLES BELOW
Equipment: Twin Full Leg Braces, Aspara Armor over Viper Mk. I Skinsuit, Dark Purple pair of Wrist Dazzlers, 4 Whimsy Knives, 3 Terminus Shivs, 4 Explosive Knives, 1 Scherezade Blade, 2 Sticky Glitter Grenades, 2 Giggle Grenades, 2 Pink Vapor Grenades, 4 Microdetonators
Ship and Ship Accessories: Teeny, Screaming Mimi
Companions: 1 Wolf Boi - Shiny Paws III
Objective: I - Miner Troubles
Location: Skye, Mineshaft Vent
Tag:
Trinity Harris
Vasha Braxis
Droid Point of View
The equivalent of a Droid sigh escaped Teeny as Shiny tilted their head in silent inquiry. Sharing the details, Shiny replicated the scoffing sound it had heard so many of the meatbags make in its service time.
Pull their ward from troubles of her own making?
Teeny chirped sharply, configuring their ships beacon to better relay their position to the Ingenuity as they waited what felt like eons for the vessel to arrive and begin releasing the personal.
A brief interaction was all that was necessary as the Ultranauts set about their work.
Plasma cutters and set about to opening the exhaust vent from the side, slowly showering sparks down the inside as magnets were placed behind the cutting path.
Another team began working on a pulley system rigged against an external lug on the Screaming Mimi. Even being the Imperial Princesses vessel, it was the most readily available point of bracing.
Felmorante Point of View
She accessed the HUD inside of her Visor, trying to gain sight around her. Parts of the projected image seemed...missing. Her eyes squinting before realizing the array might have been damaged in her terrifically graceful fall.
She rolled her eyes, another irritated sound as she rocked slightly and let the blood flow, feeling the internal medical systems kicking in as the pain ebbed away.
"Almost a millenia of practice and you drop in like a rancor pup." She paused her rocking, the scathing words a whisper that caused her to be deathly silent to determine their origin.
She scanned again with her eyes, spying nothing and hearing nothing besides the fan.
And drilling? Or was that...
"Someone is down here." She snapped, thoughts of the foreign voice now a far flung thing as she went to right herself. Finding herself unable to bend at the hip with a sudden flop back to where she had been seated.
"Oh sure, I get down here with someone else beating me here, scuff up my Visor, and feth up my braces. Oh this day is already-!" She didn't finished her sentence, instead letting the irritation flow into her hands just beyond the suit.
Between the Force, and the inlaid Crushgaunt system, the bracing peeled away with concentrated efforts. The grind and snap of metal announcing her if the clangor of metal against metal hadn't.
A deep breath in. Another out.
She focused on her legs, feeling the white noise tingle dancing along parts of them as she tried to push herself up. Her knees bent, but her feet didn't as she tried to balance herself. Her arms tensed, a hand holding against the wall before the repulsor system fired briefly.
Her face screwed up in a twist of painless agony. The feeling of pressure against a numb limb causing expletives to be strung together into complete nonsense to ease the sensation.
She exhausted her collection of expletives, still leaning as the numb sensation remained in both of her feet and seemed to settle somewhere in her calf. Between short in and out breaths where she had to center all of her weight on that feeling, she produced the
IBIS Drone from her back.
She stared at the slightly mangled assembly on the right side, frowning as she tried to engage the little droid. The soft whir of its systems was almost lost beneath the overhead fan, and it began to ascend before sparking and listing slightly.
"Alright little guy. Someone's around here that...isn't a Miner. See if we can't find 'em." She let it float in her hand before taking direct control of the droid with her neural interface device.
She saw double for a moment, before her focus settled through the droids eyes. Well. Eye.
The sensors delighted her, though a few seemed out of commission for the time being as the little droid buzzed along. The right side seeming to sag as the repulsor systems kept it afloat as best they were able.
A spark sizzled every now and again, highlighting the tunnel as it broke into a branching passageway and into what looked like a cleared area. It swiveled briefly, coasting a little to far in its twirl as it dipped dangerously close to a wall before righting itself and drifting along.
Slowly, constant light found her little droid as a soldier's form came into view.
The droid drifted upwards, watching silently before another soldier appeared. Turning to follow their path, the little droid waited as both seemed headed in opposite directions.
Felmorante pondered briefly on which path to take, the little droid visibly twirling as it sparked overhead in a strange dance.