>>3274425
>[Continue]

>>3274425
Is the “continue?” A question or a statement? If it’s a question then yes

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>>3274445
>>3274449
“Dimensional data; x-axis; fifteen miles, y-axis, widest point; four miles, z-axis widest point two miles.” you read the data out loud. Might as well put this on record. “Heat emissions on multiple locations. Those have to be propulsion systems. I can easily catch up to them in a few days!”

The thoughts catch up to your happy outburst. What if they won't welcome you? What if they are not human at all? What if they'll fire upon you? You pick up not sign of weapons, but one can never be too sure in the open void?

> Approach slow and stealthily
> Approach fast and openly
> Try to open a broadcast

>>3274505
>Approach slow and stealthily

>>3274505
>> Try to open a broadcast

>>3274505
>> Approach slow and stealthily

Stealthy it is. Writing

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>>3274515
>>3274541
Better not get crazy, just because there might be some sign of human contact. You hit the coordinates a bit more hastily than you would like to admit, but the engine output is moderate. It will take a while longer to reach it, but the sensors are far less likely to pick you up. Holding onto the steering mechanism, you manually do the inputs.
Maybe some sub-system could handle it for you, but what the hell would you do in the meantime?

You end up taking a nap, and doing an inventory on your equipment. Light powerarmor, with flexible joints, coolant and backup systems. Pistols, a hand-canon, a shotgun, and some grenades. There was lot of ordnance on this ship when you woke up. Especially since the corpses you found yourself surrounded with didn't need theirs. But at least you had plenty of spare parts to re-assemble functioning stuff.

After the second day, it finally comes into sight. Long, and white-plated. Looks like it could house
millions of people. Catching up was easier than you've anticipated. It didn't show any signs of changing trajectory or speed. Edging closer you see that some part of it have been burned, there might even be ruptures in the hull, but it looks mostly intact. No macro-canon, or laser batteries are seen anywhere on its structure. A few tiny rotating turrets around the more sensitive-looking areas where equipment protrudes out, but that is it. They are likely there against debris and little else.

>A) Land on one of the damaged portion, and try to pass detection
>B) Open a communication channel to ask for permission to dock
>C) I can't think of other logical ways to approach this, so write-in

>>3274600
>B) Open a communication channel to ask for permission to dock

>>3274600
>B) Open a communication channel to ask for permission to dock

They don't have weapons and seem to be in trouble, if we just barge in the survivors might take us as hostiles and I want someone to talk to not shoot at.

>>3274600

>>3274624
Shit, I'm an idiot


>B) Open a communication channel to ask for permission to dock

>>3274600
>>B) Open a communication channel to ask for permission to dock

>>3274608
>>3274613
>>3274631
>>3274641
You try to open communications, but the opening protocol doesn't want to go through. Somehow the signals don't seem to be compatible. Maybe their arrays are damaged?
After an hour of trying, you give up the conventional method, and begin to break down both signals into binary. That seems to work at least. You begin to broadcast your piece.

“Hello, this is... Captain...” - you look down upon your dog tag. Maybe not entirely yours, but the one you liked the most out of the bunch - “Captain Magellan. Of the SS... Lost.” Fuck, it's not like they would have successfully identified you anyway you shrug mentally.
“I would like to request landing.” you wait for the message to comply. After a minute of waiting, the response comes.

“오 하느 ,...녕하세 [static] ? 주시기 바랍

What the absolute fuck was that? You slap the consol in quiet frustration.
“Plutonian, motherfucker, do you speak it?” of course you aren't crazy enough to broadcast this back. The voice sounded feminine, and human enough. Not hostile.
“Well time for the simian to jump the water” Magellan said to himself “I am Captain Magellan of the SS Lost. I would like to come aboard.” the words come calmly and slowly. It's very unlikely that it helps in understanding, but the tone helps. Also, moving the ship slowly closer to what looked like a hangar made the intent clear. Magellan's armoured gauntlet was over the break, ready to pull immediately there was a sign of hostile resistance. A few minutes passed, and he almost began to second-guess himself, when the answer came. It was slow and peaceful like his. Was still completely unintelligible, but the hangar doors opened, and the 'SS Lost Like Shit' rolled in.

>Give me a d10

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>3274648

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>3274648

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>3274648

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>3274648

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>3274648

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>>3274655
>>3274662
>>3274673
>>3274677
The hangar looks rather weathered, obviously having seen better days. There are shattered cargo holders around, with broken crates. The light flickers on once the vessel was in, but one of the long lamps fizzles out the moment it gets any electricity. Making the whole area dimly lit. There is no welcoming party, or security, or guns awaiting.
Putting down the ship, the shutters close behind you, and the re-pressurization begins. But it is incredibly weak. Either the inhabitants live in a low-pressure environment, or there is some issue with the systems. Likely the latter. Magellan waited.
But nothing happened.

The signal spoke again. Same voice but there was an agitation in it, sounded urging even.
“이동할 수 있는.. 나는 돈 [bbzt] 니다”
“I still don't get you.”
The lights began to flicker. It took a minute until Magellan realized that they were pulsing towards one of the exits. Maybe they were out of floor lights.

He stepped outside, fully sealed by the suit. It had an internal system that allowed him to subsist for several hours. Even then he knew a breathing technique that would slow his needs. Albeit at the expense of his movement. He took a moment to stand victoriously on the top of the ramp like some great hero in a vidmovie. Despite the ill omens, he was in a positively good mood.
Suddenly, however he felt like he wasn't alone. There was definitely something or someone here, maybe multiple someones or things.

>A) Come out with your hands over your head
>B) Call out and don't move from the ramp
>C) Go back for your weapons
>D) ???

>>3274729
>B) Call out and don't move from the ramp
>C) Go back for your weapons

Both, she was warning us about something.

>>3274729
>B) Call out and don't move from the ramp
>>C) Go back for your weapons

>>3274741
>>3274737

>>3274749
Agreed

>>3274737
Support, I guess.

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>>3274737
>>3274741
>>3274749
>>3274792
“Hello?” Magellan shouted into the darker corner of the hangar bay, knowing that the chances of getting the reply he was hoping for, are slim. Still eliminating misunderstandings felt rather vital in the current situation.
“Garlgrrr” the hunched figured answered. Certainly not with the sentence the captain was hoping for. He could feel the palpable aggression and hunger from it. Upon its siren call a few more sounds replied, dropping down from the ceiling.

The first one that stepped to the light was a quadruped, crawling on long claws, sporting a hanging tongue from its eyeless skull. It slowly edged forward, then broke into a sprint, making a beeline towards the ramp.
Magellan didn't wait to see how many were following it. He turned around and flung himself back into the ship, only hearing the scratch of claws upon the metal surface.

The ramp could never make it back up, and he didn't want to be struck in such a small space with something so agile. The only option was to kick open the weapons cabinet, grabbing what he could, load it, and turn back towards his assailants. Three of them were already there.

>Akimbo!
>Copy!
>Push!
>Write-in

>>3274804
>Push!

>>3274804
>Push!

>>3274804
>Push!

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>>3274820
>>3274833
>>3274848
Most other marksman would have fired the pistols in this hand, but Magellan figured out during those five months that he was no ordinary marksman. The creature on the forefront jumped, arms wide open. It's hideous, toothy mug ahead of its body, ready to latch onto the captain's face, and bite. Time stood still as it flew closer and closer in the air.

Magellan pulled his arm back, still grappling the pistol. He could feel it rise from his legs to his hips and his shoulder, right into the forearm. The straight strike almost collided with a beast, but before even it's spit could reach the metal-clad figure, a great force threw it back. The creature screeched and flailed in the air, like someone pulled a carpet from beneath its feet. It collided into another one, making an opening.

Taking advantage of the surprise, and putting two well-placed bullets into the head of the third monster, Magellan began to dash forward. Deliberately stomping onto the trashing monster on the ground, and putting another handful of bullets into the third one. Reinforced legs were quite handy.
He knew he didn't have much time. There were more out there.

>A) Stake out at the ramp, while it closes then take off
>B) Follow the lights
>C) Just keep fighting, they have to run out sooner or later
>D) ???

I've gotta halt it here. Thanks for playing Will go on in 12-14 hours.

>>3274871
>B) Follow the lights
Fuckit, we /deadspace/ now boys

>>3274871
>>B) Follow the lights

>>3274871
>Follow the lights

>>3274871
suit up with everything we can carry then
>Follow the lights

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>>3274879
>>3274904
>>3275137
>>3275613
Putting two more bullets in to a still thrashing beast, Magellan slammed his hands on the door switch. He wasn't sure how long it would take for them to break through but, but that bought him a little time. Getting out of here was priority, but going unprepared would be foolish.
He jumped to the table, and swiped everything on it into a nearby duffel bag. Ammo, equipment, and semi-functioning junk. Then hurried over to a locker, and began to empty whatever he thought he would be useful; ammo, blowtorch, data pad, medkit. Then finally a long shotgun.

Now there was the question of getting out. The ceiling lights couldn't have been a coincidence, right?
But the door seemed too far, as more and more figures started to approach from the vents and the junctions. Some of them were the quadrupeds from earlier crawling, a few others were shambling bipedal, tentacles sprouting from their body.
There was only one way.
“The highway” Magellan sat down into the pilot seat, and fired up the engines.

The floor of the hangar bay lit up in sparks, as the ship got a boost, and slid over ninety meters forward, folding anything under it beneath its path. Finally, approaching the gate the lights pointed to, Magellan sharply pulled the wheel to right, and did a 500 degree turn, hoping to clear away anything with engine fire. The vessel barely stopped when he already was dashing through the ramp, right into the assigned corridor. There were no more obvious light signs, but the enemy was still hot on his trail.

“Now what?”

>A) Right – Universal sign of the big red plus
>B) Left – four little shapes with bright color
>C) A maintenance airlock
>D) ???

>>3276270
>B) Left – four little shapes with bright color

I would go medbay but I think that would be one of the first places to get fucked up in an alien emergency

What are those shapes? Is it light?

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>>3276276
No, they are just a sign. There is some weird writing too but you can't make it out.

>>3276276
Let's go there I think

>>3276276
Sure. Lets head this way.

>>3276270
>>B) Left – four little shapes with bright color

ask the girl in coms if we are going the right way, we can't understand her but we can try to guess based on her reaction

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>>3276276
>>3276287
>>3276315
>>3276319
The corridor goes on a while. There is no radio chatter just the hungry gurgling of pursuers. Magellan was fast, but they were fast too, and far more numerous.
Finally, the area the sign was pointing to was ahead of him. Without hesitation, he hit the open switch, and slid in, closing the thin glass door behind.
Panting behind the meagre protection, his visored eyes were drawn upon a red glass and a switch behind it. Magellan elbowed it in, and promptly pulled it, watching with mild satisfaction as a thick, intersected metal plate was slowly drawn over it, right before a hideous beast slammed into it.

The momentary peace was a good time to reorient himself.
The room, or rather four rooms were separated by mostly decorative walls. The other three rooms were easily observable and accessible from any other. The thick dust indicated that it wasn't used for a long while. The lighting was still in a rather bad shape, but at least still worked. Still, it must have been nice once. Bright colours, a soft carpet, padded walls at waist-height, tiny furniture...
It took Magellan a little to realize that he was in kindergarten.

On the far end of the room, one of the panels lit up, contrasting just how shadowy and abandoned this once bright place is. The screen mostly showed static, and the same voice as before, but you can make out even less full words than before. For a few split seconds it's like you can see a picture behind the broadcaster.
좋은 [static] 다고 [bzzt] .. 열기 ....

>A) Try to fix the panel
>B) Look for your own way out
>C) Try to trace the signal
>D) ???

>>3276429
>A) Try to fix the panel

>>3276429
>A) Try to fix the panel

>>3276429

>A) Try to fix the panel
And then
>C) Try to trace the signal

Sorry, short existential crisis.

give me a d100 best of three

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>3276819

I hope your existence is secure

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3276819

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>3276819

>>3276842
>>3276834
>>3276830
We roll like shit lol.

Well, we can at least still try to track the signal down
Double 32 that's kino at least

>>3276830
>>3276834
>>3276842
If this thing haven't been turned on since this place been abandoned, then chances are that something is really busted in it. Maybe if you reroute the energy, and solder a few pieces of the hardware then it could be...
This is as far as Magellan gets in his process of thought, before the monitor starts to smoke, and fizzles out in a hail of sparks. The idea of repair gets completely wiped away the moment it starts to smoke with an open flame. In response, a few sprinklers on the roof cackle in tired incompetence as their water supply got cut off long ago.

Few more seconds later, the rest of the light turns off, forcing the disgruntled survivor to turn on the helmet's night vision.
"Okay, we need a new plan"
Moving across the playfield, Magellan found a door after stumbling across two closets. It led to some manner of kitchen, dusty as the kindergarten before, but a lot more empty.
Something caught his eye in the corner. It looked like a food scute, going up. Large enough for him to fit. Of course, he could also just take the personnel entrance to the right.

>A) Scute
>B) Personnel entrance
>C) ???
>D) Write-in


>>3276830
After these rolls I feel a bit better now. But it will only delay the inevitable.

>>3276899
>A) Scute

Stealth

>>3276899
>>A) Scute

>>3276899
>A) Scute

>>3276899
>A) Scute

>>3276919
>>3276932
>>3276943
>>3276962
Magellan opened up a nearby panel and made sure it had electricity. Luckily it was constructed in a way that the coordinates can be put in, and the scute itself only started to move once the lid was closed. He stepped into the scute and squatted into the limited space, closing the cover behind.
“And up we go!” he said chuckling to himself. After being locked into the ship for 146 days, all on his own, he was almost on the verge of having fun now. As long as he makes it out with all limbs.

The scute went up, and kept going for several minutes. It finally made a beep, and stopped moving. Giving the cover a push with his feet, Magellan entered the next room, with the shotgun in his lap.
He gazed across the office. Abandoned like the rest, the tables and terminals stood in a long line. He listened intently, and scouted around, but there was no sign of life.
One of the terminals started to hum to life, only to give out halfway. Then another on the other side of the room. It seems to have been frozen off. Maybe it was a malfunction, or maybe someone is trying to establish a connection with him.
He could leave it, but then there is a chance that the attention of something else gets caught in the process.

>A) Wait, maybe one of the terminals work
>B) Get out of here before those things come to investigate
>C) Try to jury rig one terminal to make sure it works
>D) Write in

>>3277055
>>C) Try to jury rig one terminal to make sure it works

more active approach

>>3277055
>>C) Try to jury rig one terminal to make sure it works

>>3277095
>>3277147
let's see those d100s

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>3277171

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>3277171

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3277171
Ore

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>3277171
It seems we've some bad luck with rolling.

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>>3277182
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>>3277189
>>3277205
”On one hand, I could continue this cat mouse and monster game all day” Magellan thought, stepping through the terminals, starting to unjack them. ”Or I could try and get to the bottom of this”
He took the most intact-looking one, and tore down the others, following the same process as back in the ship; he had lot of spares, but needed only one functional device ASAP. He started to initiate wireless connection, in scanning mode. Some were entirely junk, but found a power source. Sooner or later, he found some weak processors, storage devices, and circuits. But apparently the circuits weren't unified and some didn't work with the power sources at hand.

“This is useless” Magellan said to himself half an hour later “Maybe if I had more time, I could solder the energy sources together, and modify the circuit output to...”
From the corner of his eye, an active terminal caught his eye. It was displaying a blue screen, with white lines. He got up from the jury rigged mess to examine it from closer. It looked like a blueprint. The square with the little circle in it matched the dimensions of the room. So if he would go through the shouth exit and...

His examination was disturbed again, as his ear was hit by the sound of hissing, coming from the hallway, right from the door his way was charted through. Gun up, Magellan considered his choices.

>A) Get through them. Might as well get it over now
>B) Try to go through the side door, longer way but you could avoid them
>C) Call out, Wait where you are to see them
>D) Write-in

>>3277281
>A

>>3277281
>B) Try to go through the side door, longer way but you could avoid them

yeah, fuck than, and I don't want them following too

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3277281
I don't know so I'm rolling

1 is a
2 is b

>>3277281
>>B) Try to go through the side door, longer way but you could avoid them

>>3277281
>B) Try to go through the side door, longer way but you could avoid them

Alright, writing

>>3277295
>>3277299
>>3277347
>>3277375
>>3277539
Ducking below the tables, Magellan backtracked between the tables, his eyes on the door, weapons at the ready. The side door opened silently the same time the main door opened. Taking a look at the newcomer, he surely made the right choice.
The figure was shambling, like a sleepwalker, but from top to bottom was covered with fleshy growths. It looked like there was no eyes on its gross head. This was as far as Magellan got in observing, as the door silently slid back once he was out in the corridor.

Keeping his low posture, he started to recite the drawing from memory, while listening to his surroundings. He even tried to tap into their astral shadow. It was safe to say that every living being here was something to be killed or avoided. After standing still for a whole minute, he started to make his move, ever slowly.
A move to the right, a little wait on the left, roll the distance between two covers instead of walking, and almost there.

Alright, thanks for tagging along. See you guys in 20 hours

>>3277055
Thanks for running.

Update in 2 hours

>>3277779
Magellan finally arrived to his destination. It didn’t help to alleviate his frustration that there was nobody else there, or anywhere in several dozen meters beyond his periphery.

This better not be a trap
The console chirped nearby, and he cautiously approached it. The picture was a bit wobbly at first, but it slowly came into focus.
The young woman on the other end of the channel had an expression that was a mix of wonder, strong focus, and a little cheekiness.
She had a long blonde hair pulled up in a coif bundled into an ornate headdress. Her decorative red-black robes had such a long sleeve that her hands didn’t seem to stick out at the end of it.
The moment the channel was clear, she immediately opened with a torrent of words.

"마지막으로, 나는 결코 났소! 나는 당신이 진짜 믿을 수가 없습니다...."
Magellan wasn’t sure if he should say something, or just wait till she ran out of juice.
He decided on the standard strategy of stopping people of foreign languages talking, and started his own rant.
“I don’t get a single bloody word you’re uttering, but it’s not like I actually mind, at least I have someone to chat. So what brings you here? The lack of weather is sure lovely..."

The two went parallel for a little while
"무엇인가? 내가 무엇을 말하고 있다." she said abruptly with confusion on her face.
Magellan still wasn’t sure, but the context and tone spelled realization.
"아, 물론 만드는 일들이 귀찮고"
She exits from the camera’s vision, leaving the troubled survivor alone for a little. It seems she is speaking to someone off-camera.

>A) Directions
>B) Try to develop a rudimentary method of communicating
>C) Try to crack the communication issue fully
>D) Trace the signal and be on your way before she gets back

>>3282710
>>B) Try to develop a rudimentary method of communicating

let's start with the easy one, our rolls have been shit so far kek

>>3282710
>B

>>3282710
B)

>>3282722
>>3282727
>>3282731
Alright boys, warm up those dices! d100!

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>3282735

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>3282735

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3282735

>>3282738
>>3282741
>>3282752
Magellan wastes no time, and pries off the safety panel that the monitor is connected to, and produces a transmitter from the duffel bag. Within a few minutes it is soldered and connected to the right portions, converting the comms traffic across the device into waves that his on-board transmitter can receive, and vica-versa.
“Hey! 당신은 무엇을 하고 있습니까? 초 한 자를 수 있다“
Magellan paid no mind to the questioning tone, and the wiggling security camera in the corner. He started to break convert audio and text down to pure data, and started to auto-generate packages from the simplest terms; Yes, no, directions, colors...

The process fastened up the moment the woman on the other side understood what was going on. They exchanged data packets, now working on both sides to make themselves understood. Twenty minutes in, Magellan started to receive some images and bitmaps too with clear instruction. Whoever the other one was, she was good.

After an hour of work, the way to communicate was clear. It wasn't perfect, it had to go to text, which then compiled to either of the languages, then back and forth. Sort of like reading constant subtitles, with a little delay between each side. Better than nothing.
“Hello, are you receiving?”
“Ha! It's working” appeared the reply on the HUD, after the energetic voice of course.
Great. Communications established. What next?

>A) My extraction point!
>B) Wait for her to speak
>C) Do the chicken dance
>D) I remembered I can't do dialogues for shit, you guys actually have to ask something

>>3282847
Who are they?

Are you safe?

Where can I find you?

My plan right now is to find any survivors and maybe take them back to our ship

>>3282847
>What in the goddamn is this mess?
>A
We /deadspacehunk/ now

>>3282891
>>3282860
+1

>>3282860
>>3282891
>>3282901
“This is so exciting, after all these years...”
“How the hell do I get out of this mess?” came the very first obvious question before she could start. Magellan could not hear anything approaching at the moment, but knew first-hand how fast some of those things can be. Letting your guard down is the easiest way to get yourself killed.
“Oh right, give me a minute... You are still a thirty levels too down, you could probably come across the south-eastern hatch... and them make it through floor 96D then another elevator. I recieved permission to open the door for you.

Not wasting any time, Magellan started to make his way before removed his transmitter
“Can you keep contact on the radio? I don't want to leave this here.”
“Sure, yeah, I have the data packages, it's good on my end.”
He removed the device, and started to make his move in the direction of the service hatch, with duffle bag over the shoulder, and shotgun in hand.
“So who are they?” comes the first obvious question
“Hmm? The dwellers? They have been around as long as I remember. I am Mute* by the way.”
“Call me Magellan”
“How did you get here?”

The black armored figure of the cybermancer stopped for a second, as his memories have been filled with the storm of memories. Screaming, shaking, some manner of mission... death, maybe not just the death of comrades. Cold in the void.
“My ship lost course.” he said slipping into the pried open hatch, and started to climb up the ladder.
“You are from one of the colonies?”

>A) No, Sol Segment
>B) Yes, Fedulum IV
>C) What colonies?
>D) Ask something else

>>3283077
>B) Yes, Fedulum IV

>>3283077
>>A) No, Sol Segment

>>3283077

>A) No, Sol Segment

>>3283077
>Analogue? Curious...
>B) Yes, Fedulum IV

>>3283077
>B) Yes, Fedulum IV

Writing

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>>3283144
No way fag.
Maaaaybe.

>>3283381
I’m fine being monarchist Isaac/Hunk

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>>3283092
>>3283115
>>3283131
>>3283321
>>3283144
“Yes, Fedulum IV”
“Oh, I see. I've been told this ship was meant to do that too. It is good to hear someone succeeded. So what is Fedlulu V is like?”
Magellan's stare into the darkness, as his hands and legs automatically take the steps on the ladder.
“Ashen white deserts, that reflect the light of the moon at night, corrosive rivers.. that can melt the flesh easily, - he added in thought - boiling oceans, and dense jungles with carnivorous flora... and the Wastes of Fire.”
“I don't know what half of those things really are, it probably comes bad across translation.”
“Trust me, words don't do it justice. But I suppose, after a fashion, it is home. In a way.”
“It's good to hear someone at least succeeded. I was led to believe that this ship was also built to make one, sometime.”
“What happened?”
“I do know. We had some manner of fallout. All data have been lost...”
“Wait!”

Two of the shambling forms were passing through the corridor, above the service hatch Magellan should have exited. He waited in silence while the clueless monsters tiptoed away. Once, far beyond the corridor, hoisted himself up to 96D
“Alright, can you draw me a map? We should keep it quiet for now.” Mute* only gave a confirmatory 'mhmm'
There seemed to be far less than on the lower levels, and somehow they were more sluggish. It took two hours, but they weren't caught. Once they were in the elevator, Mute* started to chat again.
“So why did you land?”
“My ship lost course, and I was hoping you'd know the way”
“So you are actually lost?”
“What did I just say?” Magellan snapped impatiently. The same question was repeated itself almost every day while he was stranded.
“Do you think something will help you here?”
“Maybe I can find something in the navigational computers. If, you'd let me.”
“Not my place to say. But if you found something you could just go home?”

>A) Yes. (a lie)
>B) No
>C) Something else before we get to the next scene
>D) Free questionmarks

>>3283478
>>B) No

Where was your destination, where di you come from?

>>3283478
>Perhaps

>>3283478
>not my home no, but maybe another destination

Ask them how long are they drifting and what was their starting port and destination.

>>3283588
I can go with this to break this endless tie

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>>3283506
>>3283525
>>3283588
>>3283703
Okay gonna have to call it again. Will do faster updates on Friday. See you all in 20 hours

“Perhaps not my home, perhaps another destination. But I would need a new hyper-engine, and those aren't exactly easy.”
“That's a no then?”
“As long as there is hope, it is always a 'perhaps' the very least”
They rode in silence for a little
“So where did you start from?” Magellan inquired
“The records say we started from Earth. I mean there is no specific way to tell but this is our best guess. As there were no mentions of any other colonies yet.”
The pit of Magellan's stomach fell.
“How...” - he was formulating the question - “long you've been travelling?”
“214 years since I've been re-activated. As for before, it's anyone guess.”
That wasn't good news. Two hundred years ago some colonies were already thriving. They must have been going on for a while. On a hunch Magellan inquired further.
“Do you... even know what a hyper-engine is?”
Now it was Mute*'s turn to be quiet.
“No” she admitted finally. Magellan really hated this last question:
“What was your goal?”
“We don't know that either...”
“And what is your goal now?”
“Oh hey, look at that we have arrived. See you on the other side.” she disconnected. The elevator still went on for a good minute.

When the doors opened, Magellan expected a few things, but nothing he had actually faced.
The room must have been some communal centre, or warehouse, as it had a great open space. It was filled to the brim with people. Men women and children, probably numbering in the hundreds.
There were soldiers in full riot armour and weapons, standing in a long line, guns in the air, like saluting.
The clothes of the crowd was quite colourful, if they donned their Sunday best quickly. The middle of the crowd was the most ornate, with bright clothes and jewellery. One man particularly stood out, as the rest gave him a wide berth. And a throne.

Seeing little way to go, Magellan started to go trough the corridor of arms men, as they each put themselves into salutation once he passed by.
Upon finally arriving to the throne, three of the most dressed gentleman approached, accompanied by two plain looking one who were carrying a monitor between them. The monitor had Mute* on it.
“위대한 주장 황제에 대한 인사말 낯선 가 도메인” started one of the officials from a scroll
“Hello again” says Mute* “he gives a long and lengthy piece of welcoming you to the Captain-Emperor's Domain, and blah blah, titles. I'll just speak as long as he does, so just pretend you are all honoured. The point is he extends his invitation, and asks if you accept. I mean what a silly thing to ask, you wouldn't have come this far, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay, now stand with this idiot here, till the flutes die down, and we'll get on our way."

>>3283942
thanks for running

>>3283942
Friday next week?

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