* Slipstream changes topic to "-=2002.120=- RP on!"
* Waitstate approaches Apocrypha
* Diablo is in the lower obs deck doing the same thing as last time
* Apocrypha is approached.
<Waitstate> I thought you'd want to see this
<Apocrypha> What is it?
* Slipstream is in the simulators, running a training sim
* Roadkill is on the bridge at the comm station, listening to music on his headphones
<Waitstate> It's a partial translation of some encoded data I retrieved a while back. We were able to unlock it thanks to some data we found on the station
<Apocrypha> Oh?
<Waitstate> we're having trouble with the rest. You see, it's in a very ancient Cybertronian dialect.
<Apocrypha> Anything in particular of interest, or - I see.
<Apocrypha> Well, I'll give it a shot.
<Apocrypha> I'm not really a linguist, but you do pick up some of this.
<Waitstate> In the meantime, we decoded the notes of a previous researcher. Aside from a set of coordinates, apparently this file relates to an ancient place of power of Cybertronian origin. It possibly may predate the artifacts we found on the station
<Apocrypha> Predate?
<Apocrypha> Anything that old was probably destroyed millennia ago.
<Apocrypha> But I'll gladly give it a look.
<Apocrypha> Even the text itself might tell us something.
<Waitstate> I also intend to give it a look. We're investigating the coordinates as I speak. The trick is to account for stellar drift, and over this kind of time, it's signifigant
<Apocrypha> Of course.
<Apocrypha> Really, from what I've read, I get the impression ancient Cybertronic astronomers didn't figure anyone would be reading their work now.
<Apocrypha> Makes you wonder if they knew how long we could live.
* Apocrypha chuckles to herself.
<Waitstate> I probably don't have the best perspective on that, heh
<Apocrypha> Oh?
<Waitstate> I'm only a couple hundred myself. I know organics that are older than me
<Apocrypha> I didn't realize. That's right in the middle of the war, too.
<Waitstate> Unfortunately, yes
<Waitstate> anyway, long story, that
<Apocrypha> I can imagine.
<Apocrypha> So let me have a look at this data, already!
<Apocrypha> Sorry.
<Waitstate> of course, of course *passes over the pad*
*Apocrypha skims over the data.
<Apocrypha> So...what are you planning on doing about this?
<Cirrus> [comm] Boss, we got the coordinates ready. Y'wanna get going now?
* Slipstream finishes her sim run and shuts down the simulator
<Waitstate> What he just said, heh. We're going to investigate
<Apocrypha> So I heard.
<Waitstate> [comm] How far out is it?
<Apocrypha> What do you think you'll find out there?
<Cirrus> [comm] About an hour at max speed
<Apocrypha> Or in there, I guess.
<Apocrypha> Could be anyplace, if it's that old.
<Apocrypha> Can I come?
* Powerplay plays pacman in his store
* Apocrypha looks surprised.
<Waitstate> I hope we find the cure. I expect nothing. A good philosophy, I think
<Waitstate> And yeah. It looks like you might be useful in this. 
<Waitstate> Er, no offence
<Apocrypha> No, I understand.
* Slipstream leaves the sim room and wanders towards the plaza
<Waitstate> [comm] Lay it in and engage, top speed.
<Apocrypha> And it might be really interesting.
<Apocrypha> But probably not.
* Apocrypha grins.
<Waitstate> There ya go, heh ;)
* The ship begins moving away at top speed
Slipstream arrives in the plaza, spots Wait and Apocrypha, and wanders over to them
<Roadkill> *to Cirrus* Where 'xactly are we headed anyway?
<Cirrus> There. *points to the navigational viewscreen*
<Roadkill> *looks at the viewscreen* Heh, that's informative... 
<Roadkill> Ah well. Long as we don't run into anything that wants to kill us, I'm happy.
<Cirrus> It's some planet. Isnt much about it in the database, so it must not be a 'bot planet
<Roadkill> Ah, 'kay.
<Slipstream> *walks up behind Wait and Apocrypha* Heya Wait, heya person I don't think I've met yet. :)
<Apocrypha> Hello.
* Waitstate turns
<Waitstate> Hey Slip. How're you feeling?
<Slipstream> *shrugs* Eh, not too bad. Kinda tired. Heading down to the launch bay t'crash for a bit. *grins* Not literally, of course. Got enough of that last time.
* Waitstate winces
<Waitstate> Not funny /:)
<Slipstream> *chuckles* You need t'lighten up some, grey one. It all turned out for the best, aye?
<Waitstate> So far. 
<Waitstate> Let's just say my optimism has had some serious jolts of late
<Slipstream> *pats Wait on the shoulder* Don't you worry, grey one. Things'll get better from here, I'm sure. *stifles a yawn*
<Waitstate> well, if you're THAT flip about it, maybe I shouldnt worry after all ;p
<Apocrypha> Maybe the coordinates lead us to a pot of gold.
<Slipstream> *chuckles* I never did see the point in worrying. What happens, happens, and y'might as well spare y'self the stress, aye?
<Slipstream> *looks at Apocry* Coordinates? We headed somewhere specific now, aye? that's a change.
<Apocrypha> So they tell me.
<Waitstate> I'll watch for any space aurorae on the way, heh
<Slipstream> Space aurorae are pretty. they're fun to fly in, too. *grins*
<Waitstate> *snickers*
<Waitstate> if there was any doubt you were the real Slip before... ;)
<Slipstream> *pretends to look offended* You doubted moi? Tch, I'm ashamed. ;)
<Apocrypha> I'm sort of confused.
<Slipstream> get used to it, confuzzlement tends to be a somewhat permanent state t'be in when yer in LONAC, trust me. ;)
<Waitstate> Ah well, space aurorae can't be as fun as going through ice crevases, eh? ;)
<Slipstream> *laughs* Oh hell no. Icerunning is a LOT more fun. more things to run into. *suddenly realises something, and gives Wait an odd look*
<Waitstate> What?
<Slipstream> ... nothin', never mind.
<Apocrypha> Well. On another note, what is there to do for an hour around this ship? :)
<Waitstate> hm, sorry Apocrypha. Yeah, there's plenty. Most of the crew likes to hang out in the bar.
<Apocrypha> I've never been much of a bar goer, truth be told...
<Slipstream> and if they ain't in the bar, they're stargazing in one of the observation decks.
<Slipstream> you should check the ventral obs deck then. it's definitely something worth seeing, long as ye don't get vertigo, anyway. ;)
<Waitstate> those are the most popular places. There's also a cafe that's pretty good. 
<Waitstate> Sorry, Terra makes me say that ;)
<Slipstream> *grins* Poor ol' Wait, being bossed around by Terra. 
* Apocrypha resigns herself to never ever figuring out who's who.
<Waitstate> YOU tell her no ;)
<Slipstream> only if I can then escape into hyperspace, hehehe.
<Apocrypha> Maybe I'll go down to the lower observation deck, then.
<Slipstream> Good choice. There'll prolly be others there too that y'can chat with. :)
<Apocrypha> I actually don't spend a lot of time off-planet. Not since the Steelhaven, anyway, and even that wasn't for all that long a time...
<Waitstate> likely so
<Apocrypha> Okay. Thanks!
<Apocrypha> I'll let you know what I get out of this data later, Waitstate.
<Waitstate> Excellent. I look forward to your analysis
<Waitstate> In the meantime, Slip, maybe we should talk
* Apocrypha heads off.
<Waitstate> now that you're better
<Slipstream> *dryly* that sounds ominous for some reason....
<Waitstate> not -entirely- unintentional.
<Waitstate> I wanna know what happened.
<Waitstate> And I know you don't like talking about things you do on your own
<Slipstream> *looks sheepish* yeah, I know. bad habit of mine, that.
<Slipstream> so, um... what exactly d'ya wanna know? *stifles a yawn and sits down on a nearby bench*
<Waitstate> Everything. Consider it a debriefing.
<Waitstate> Where you went, what happened when you got there, and so on
<Slipstream> Oy... and I take it I won't be able t'worm outta this one, aye? what with the whole official debriefing thing... *sighs* alrighty then.
<Waitstate> I'm pretty loose with this sort of thing usually, but in this case, I insist
<Slipstream> okay, okay, ye've made your point. we gonna yak here, or go somewhere not so public?
<Waitstate> up to you
<Slipstream> *shrugs* Eh, I'm comfortable here, don't particuarly feel like moving at the moment.
<Waitstate> okay then, let's talk
<Slipstream> alrighty. this could take a while, mind.
<Waitstate> of course
<Waitstate> if we get hungry, we're in the middle of everything, heh
<Slipstream> *chuckles* that's true. 
<Slipstream> anyway, yeah... *idly rubs the back of her neck with one hand* first week or so after I left, was just... wandering. as y'do.
<Slipstream> visiting old haunts, stretching the hyperdrives out, stuff like that. nothing interesting, really.
<Waitstate> go on
<Slipstream> heh, yeah. I suck at telling stuff like this, y'know? not enough practice, I guess. /:)
<Waitstate> heh, I can imagine. Don't worry, just do your best
<Slipstream> will do. anyway, ended up payin' a visit to my old racing buddies. Dunno if I've told y'about Wakerunner and them.
<Waitstate> We met them actually
<Slipstream> oh? *raises a browridge*
<Waitstate> Yes, actually. They were worried
<Slipstream> *winces* ah, yeah, I can imagine why.
<Slipstream> So I'm assumin' it was Wake and Dee y'met?
<Waitstate> Exactly
<Waitstate> They didn't know much.
<Slipstream> *dryly* That doesn't really surprise me
* Waitstate raises a brow ridge
<Slipstream> *rolls her optics* Oh come on. I don't tell -you- much voluntarily, y'think I'm gonna tell 'em much more either? *chuckles slightly*
* Waitstate also laughs
<Slipstream> how long ago were they here, anyway?
* Thrashmane mulls in a random corridor
<Waitstate> quite a while ago. They led us to your apparant remains
<Waitstate> as I recall
<Slipstream> ouch. *sighs slightly* Man, I really wish y'hadn't found those... 
<Waitstate> At this point, so do I. You have no idea how much.
<Slipstream> I can imagine, trust me. 
<Slipstream> *rubs her face tiredly with one hand* Anyway.
<Slipstream> where was I... oh yeah. Race circuit. Lunarlight station, it was. That's a pretty major point in the race circut, some of the big races held there.
<Slipstream> Wake and Dee and the rest of their team were there, so I was payin' 'em a visit for a while.
<Slipstream> 'swhile I was there that I found out some things that others would have preferred be kept quiet. Wrong place, wrong time, yada yada.
<Waitstate> this would be a good place for details
<Slipstream> *winces* yeah, thought it might... ur.
<Slipstream> okay. I was snoozing in one of the hangar bays on the station after a race Wake talked me into entering. the yutz. was woken up by a coupla guys talking behind a shuttle parked on one side. they hadn't seen me, and I managed to overhear some rather... um, interesting things.
<Waitstate> oh?
<Slipstream> um, yeah. they were organising a few final details on a setup thing...
<Slipstream> which basically involved them rigging the track to take out a specific racer, to help their own racer win or something like that.
<Slipstream> *shakes her head slightly* 'twas at this point I kinda lost my temper, cos it sounded a lot like what happened to a few of my race friends years back, and just recently as well. *frowns slightly* Sensitive subject.
<Cirrus> [comm] We're just about there, bossman!
* Slipstream jumps slightly at the comm, startled
<Waitstate> Looks like you get a reprieve
<Slipstream> *dryly* yeah, but for how long? 
* Diablo leaves the obs deck and heads towards the bar
* Thrashmane appears, following behind Diablo from some point, "Diablo."
* Diablo stops and turns.
<Diablo> What do you want, Thrashmane?
<Thrashmane> Just saying hi.
<Diablo> Obviously
<Diablo> Anything else you want to say?
<Waitstate> So, care to join me on the bridge?
<Thrashmane> Delightful attutude you have.  I suppose not.
<Slipstream> *hides a yawn* Sure, why not.
<Thrashmane> Loosen up.
* Thrashmane turns down the next hallway, regardless of where it heads.
<Waitstate> Or maybe you'd better hit the recharge bay...
<Thrashmane> Lousy little...
* Diablo continues on towards the bar
<Slipstream> neh, I'll be right. Where we at, anyway?
<Waitstate> I'm not exactly sure, actually
* Waitstate heads to the lift
<Slipstream> figures... *heaves herself up off the bench and wanders after Wait*
* Waitstate arrives at the bridge with Slip in tow
<Roadkill> Heya Wait, Slip. Here we be, out in the middle of the boonies.
* Waitstate checks out the planet data
<Slipstream> heya 'killer. anything interesting 'bout this place?
* Slipstream drops down into the chair at the tactical station, leans back, and puts her feet up.
<Waitstate> Planet Moaeg, population 2 billion. Organic class 5 lifeforms. Hm, that means they're actually near our size
<Roadkill> Oh, cool. Does that mean I can go down and squish 'em some?
<Waitstate> it means they might have a chance at squishing YOU
<Roadkill> *laughs* I'd like t'see 'em try! Makes it more interesting.
<Slipstream> *to Wait* So why we be here, anyway?
<Waitstate> I'm not entirely sure. 
<Slipstream> That helps. Really.
Apocrypha watches the planet from the observation area
<Waitstate> Ok, I guess we start in on the second set of coordinates
<Waitstate> It looks like latitude, longitude, and depth... how hard would it be to correct for tectonic drift?
<Slipstream> Heh, don't ask me, I've always been lousy at that geographical kinda stuff. sorry. /:)
<Roadkill> Hm... how old are these coordinates anyway?
<Waitstate> several million years
* Roadkill does mathy stuff and figures it out. :P
<Roadkill> Okay, got it. 
<Roadkill> So, now what? we take a shuttle down or something? How technologically advanced are the natives, anyway?
<Waitstate> good. plot me a location and superimpose over the planetary surface
* Roadkill plots and superimposes, then brings it up on the viewscreen
<Waitstate> looks pretty advanced. That location is under a skyscraper o_o
<Slipstream> So, we're gonna need local government permission then, aye? *laughs* good luck with that, grey one. ;)
<Waitstate> hey, it isn't MY map
<Roadkill> Well, if there's a skyscraper there, there's a chance that whatever we're after was dug up during construction.
<Slipstream> Oh, -you're- cheerful, 'killer.
<Waitstate> quite possibly... scan the location. see if anything out of the ordinary shows up 
<MOC> [comm from planet] Moaegi Orbital Control to LSS Freedom. Respond.
<Roadkill> *just grins at Slip, then scans the area*
<Roadkill> [comm] Freedom here.
<MOC> [comm] MOC requests transmission of your intent to remain before assigning a slot.
<Roadkill> *to Wait* Y'wanna handle this, grey one?
<Waitstate> yeah, put me on
* Roadkill does so
<Waitstate> This is command of the Freedom. We aren't sure how long we intend to be here. We're in search of an artifact of some sort.
<MOC> [comm] Acknowledgement of intent to remain. Archaeological expeditions must be cleared with the Planetary Office in person.
<Waitstate> Ah, thank you Moaegi Command. Please leave instructions for how to contact the proper authorities and disembarkation procedure
<MOC> [comm] I'll transmit you a copy of the Survey Expeditionary Handbook. Move station to orbit Y17. MOC out.
<Cirrus> Verifying orbital change
* Slipstream dozes lightly in her chair
<Waitstate> I imagine this will be an unusual request to the Expeditionary service...
* Waitstate changes topic to "-=2002.125=- RP off..."