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You decide to take a few odds and ends, such as a couple of single-shot pistols that you carefully tuck into your waistband...and a pretty damn cool looking cape, which you were trying to ignore but ultimately couldn't resist. Now considerably more well-adorned, you decide to check out one final area of the ship: The subcore compartment. By necessity it's located where the ship's center of mass is, and though there is a lock on the door to enter so as to prevent unauthorized crewmen from tampering with the most crucial component of any ship, you manage to take care of it without issue thanks to your mageblade.
The compartment itself is only big enough to fit maybe two people in it at any given time, the majority of the space filled by a metal receptacle upon which the Subcore itself fits. With the ship currently being idle, the subcore resembles a still sphere of water, with a few bubbles floating around inside of it idly...but you know exactly what they look like in use. The receptacle below it would, under normal use, begin injecting a steady stream of mana into it in order to coax it to adjust pressure and gravity around the ship. When such happens, the 'water' usually starts to swirl around rapidly, with streaks of mana forming on the surface.
You decide to take a peek inside the receptacle itself, holding tanks of concentrated mana to fuel everything. If you were the engineer and had something to hide, you'd probably hide it down there, especially if it was something that stands no chance of reacting with the mana. You squint a bit, before seeing a faint shimmer, confirming your suspicions. You push your arm through the Subcore, feeling your entire body become weightless as you do so, and reach down into thick slurry of Mana to feel around for a physical object. Once you find it, you firmly grasp it and pull it out, shaking off your now-wet arm after doing so and checking out your final prize.
You almost immediately drop it as soon as you realize you're holding a wiggling, struggling, teeny tiny little monster in your hands. Fuck, Jahwal, why do you have a monster infesting your fuel?! It's so small that you don't think it could even break the skin if it bit you, but damn if that isn't a disappointment. You try not to cringe as you examine it for a moment, trying to recall information about this specific breed...
>4d10, Bo3, please!
