Eva 'Skuld' Stark
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She blinked.
Beneath her helm, the Deuc managed only a faint quirk of her lips, but he would hear it in her voice; a blend of amusement, and a resigned bemusement as well, as they descended deeper into the depths of Agorax. <<"Nei, Tagal, but a bit of care could not hurt.">> He had every cause to stress caution, and perhaps if her senses weren't screaming she would have been just as excited as the rest of the Herodotus team, if not more so. This wasn't like a museum or an abandoned mausoleum, though both descriptions could have applied here. Nei, this was a snapshot into a world that lived on solely by rumor in the stars.
Though then again, the last time she and Tagal hunted down rumors they were nearly crushed by castles and immolated by pirates. A bit of caution wasn't uncalled for, but she nodded at Irma, patching through her comms to the galleon, and Tagal, as they continued.
<<"Any unusual readings at all, alert immediately.">> She knew Tagal would hear, and maybe roll his eyes, but this time around she was willing to err on the side of caution. Guarding Irma was a first priority, though she was sure the Tintinna could more than amply handle herself. Nei, it was more for her own sanity, because she wasn't going to play guarded tour guide to a bunch of snillingur fífl.
The area wasn't properly secured and already he wanted to set up base camp? Just because he was famous in some scientific journal did not mean his likelihood of survival was very strong.
...Not that she'd want to help increase it anyways.
As they would ascend, she continuously scanned their surroundings, footsteps light on the marble-looking floor. Even so, there was still the feeling of being watched. The place seemed to unfold almost organically before them, of such archaic aesthetic that it unsettled. It was too clean, too fresh. Though there were automatic cleaner droids, surely there wouldn't be any on this level? Or for it to be so silent that the air almost started to ring.
Hopefully, the signs that Irma seemed keen to identify would bring them to the proper place. Some of the syntax seemed correct, but she had never read any language quite like it. It was practically Proto-Basic, though at least the symbols seemed to add up.
Still, part of her itched to grab Irma and Tagal and hotfoot it out of there. Let the eggheads duke out credit for finding the planet or not even leave the atmosphere. She hardly cared. But deeper into the belly of the beast it seemed to be.
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Beneath her helm, the Deuc managed only a faint quirk of her lips, but he would hear it in her voice; a blend of amusement, and a resigned bemusement as well, as they descended deeper into the depths of Agorax. <<"Nei, Tagal, but a bit of care could not hurt.">> He had every cause to stress caution, and perhaps if her senses weren't screaming she would have been just as excited as the rest of the Herodotus team, if not more so. This wasn't like a museum or an abandoned mausoleum, though both descriptions could have applied here. Nei, this was a snapshot into a world that lived on solely by rumor in the stars.
Though then again, the last time she and Tagal hunted down rumors they were nearly crushed by castles and immolated by pirates. A bit of caution wasn't uncalled for, but she nodded at Irma, patching through her comms to the galleon, and Tagal, as they continued.
<<"Any unusual readings at all, alert immediately.">> She knew Tagal would hear, and maybe roll his eyes, but this time around she was willing to err on the side of caution. Guarding Irma was a first priority, though she was sure the Tintinna could more than amply handle herself. Nei, it was more for her own sanity, because she wasn't going to play guarded tour guide to a bunch of snillingur fífl.
The area wasn't properly secured and already he wanted to set up base camp? Just because he was famous in some scientific journal did not mean his likelihood of survival was very strong.
...Not that she'd want to help increase it anyways.
As they would ascend, she continuously scanned their surroundings, footsteps light on the marble-looking floor. Even so, there was still the feeling of being watched. The place seemed to unfold almost organically before them, of such archaic aesthetic that it unsettled. It was too clean, too fresh. Though there were automatic cleaner droids, surely there wouldn't be any on this level? Or for it to be so silent that the air almost started to ring.
Hopefully, the signs that Irma seemed keen to identify would bring them to the proper place. Some of the syntax seemed correct, but she had never read any language quite like it. It was practically Proto-Basic, though at least the symbols seemed to add up.
Still, part of her itched to grab Irma and Tagal and hotfoot it out of there. Let the eggheads duke out credit for finding the planet or not even leave the atmosphere. She hardly cared. But deeper into the belly of the beast it seemed to be.
@Nefieslab @AutoFox