>Jack EXAMINES Henry.A furtive pale-faced giant moth. Ordinators are typically found skulking in INTERSPACE labyrinths of authority and malice. [DATA NOT FOUND]
He is wearing an Ordinator's riot vest.
He has a Miedo A7 SMG holstered.
He looks weaker than you.
>Jack EXAMINES Henry.A furtive pale-faced giant moth. Ordinators are typically found skulking in INTERSPACE labyrinths of authority and malice. [DATA NOT FOUND]
He is wearing an Ordinator's riot vest.
He has a Miedo A7 SMG holstered.
He looks weaker than you.
<P: Two *separate* Henries.>
"Hello..?" you say, testing the waters.
"Go on. Captain Heath wants you at the Command deck," Henry orders. Henry leans against the wall, staring at you with an utterly blank insectile expression.
A bit of a cold reception, eh? You refrain from saying any comments out loud. Henry's probably seething at you judging from his backstory; don't bite the hand that feeds you.
You walk past the Ordinator into the opening airlock...
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MOTH COMMAND (Fallout 1 Soundtrack - Radiation Storm (The Glow))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZZKzJTGI9EAnd without much fuss at all, you arrive at the Command deck.
<P: But there was
<P: What happened to the rest of the ship???>
The command center is filled with the ambience of innumerable machines whirring and clicking. Reel-to-reel magnetic tape drives, moving back and forth in memory. Seas of vacuum-tube machines and banks of blinking lights to sail across the deepest of the deep. Diodes, drums, tapes, cores.
[NETSPAWN] You feel a deep and unsettling sense of atavism just looking at this deluge of ancient machines. It's not that these machines are extremely old, but that half of them aren't working properly. This setup resembles a schizophrenic's word salad description of space ship computers than anything functional.
<span class="mu-r">You shouldn't think any longer about it than you need to.</span>
The Captain is here. He's standing in the corner, next to the tube containing the strange larva which he calls the "Navigator." Its function in astrogation seems quite similar to the Oracles on Psydonian craft...
Ah. Ever so slightly turned your way, the Captain has been staring intently with the side of his bulbous eye.
[Heath's the same as before, visually, but...]
" , ?" [You wince at the painful noise.] You hear a strange tone emitting from the Captain. Almost white noise but even less so. "I see..."
"Hey, Captain, what was that?" You're starting to get a little miffed by how weird these insect fuckers are getting.
"You do not have sufficient access to know." There's no sense of malice or smugness - it's just a matter of fact. The Captain's antennae ever so slightly twitch the other way. "My apologies for that. In the event of the unknown, it's only best to prioritize safety."
The Captain offers his claw. You chuckle. The handshake is truly universal.
