(Start there, then go upstairs to manufacturing if I don't find anything. I believe Tiruin rolled a 1, so it's possible Feyri just didn't see anything.)
You look around the room for some sort of large piece of sheet metal or something. Unsurprisingly, there are no large chunks of scrap metal just laying around in the control room.
You continue up to the 4th floor Manufacturing room and find several large, flat pieces of metal. You select a nice, thick, sturdy looking one and drag it all the way back out to the elevator shaft.
"What... I don't even..."
She's definately lost it. He was sure of that now. If she was unstable before, she's definately gone over the edge since then. Bishop shrugged helplessly and decided to just go with it and focus on other things. Since Charro was now dead, he wasn't going to need those things of his, and he wouldn't trust either Jim or Feyri with Charro's gear, and Mesk was crippled, so he figured he might as well take a look at what he picked up.
Search Charro's body for stuff, making sure to eject the laser rifle battery, and then take everything he's got. Make sure to also take the chips that he's collected from the datapad's he's found and have a quick look at each of them.
You immediately start looting Charro's corpse, stealing his rifle, his extra batteries, his scout eye and his collected data chips and pads.
Almost all the data you find on him is either uninteresting or things you've seen or heard before, however there is one chip that you find hidden in a book that he's carrying that is quite interesting. The chip is the secret journal of the project lead and details many of circumstances of the project.
The project centered around the examination of a physics anomaly called a Dirac sea, affectionately coined "The Puddle" because of it's small outer size. For years they struggled to find a way to penetrate the depths of The Puddle but they eventually succeeded. Inside the puddle they discovered an area roughly 1 x 10 to the 12th kilometers cubed, inhabited by a form of life entirely different from anything found outside the puddle. The lead describes it as:
"We had no idea how apt a name "the puddle" was before we found a way into it's confines. Though sight and indeed any of our senses are meaningless there, I imagine that if we could see what lurks beyond, it would be like looking into a droplet of seawater, a great fluid, gravityless environment of slowly swimming creatures. Some are miniscule, while others may be larger then this entire planet, and all exist in ways that are difficult to comprehend, let alone explain. We see them like one might observe particles in a particle accelerator, a mass of obtuse data and measurements that is incomprehensible to anyone outside the project. Unfortunately our military backers don't care for such things; they want things they can see, things with palpable weight and self-evident use. If it weren't for men like us, I feel that men like them would still be beating each other with clubs, because something so immaterial as the atom would earn their primitive respect.
None the less, we need their funding and their resources to continue, so now we are working on some way to bring one of those entities from the puddle into this environment and make it detectable by the crude instruments evolution has equipped us with. My greatest fear is that the specimen will be unable to survive in our world, like a deep sea fish plucked from the depths and thrown upon the shore."
The rest of the entries concern this task of attempting to capture a "worm", their name for one of the smaller denizens of the puddle. It seems that they succeeded and managed to capture a worm. According to the final entries, the worm exists in this space as "an audio signal of unknown capacity and probable partial sentience." The scientists have been listening to it repeatedly.
Mesk, bored, opens a com channel transmitting to the ship and whistles the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Then he examines the cart he's been placed on.
You're in the middle of examining the cart when you're rather harshly electrocuted for whistling at Steve for several minutes.
Feyri sighed with a sullen expression on her face. The timer was still ticking, as far as she knew, and by then the only thing she could do to actually communicate was through body movement.
She hated charades. It was like that one time in boot camp that involved a flute, a rubber ball and...at least she discovered her flexibility there.
Nevertheless, those memories were for another time, in a better place. Her mind was muddled with recent events, including her dream and the surreality of the ferryman.
She jumped at the hand that clasped around her shoulder and turned to see Jim - a body and arm. At least someone didn't see her as completely insane by just what happened, judging by the way he patted her shoulder.
Well, at least someone cared. And it was time she did the same for her comrades
Search the fourth floor for anything that could strap Charro's body onto mine for a carry-support.
You follow jim upstairs and take a look around the manufacturing room. As Jim drags a big chunk of metal away you find a nice big spool of cable. That should work.
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