Echoes of the Multiverse

Sure, Computer check. DC’s not very high, though.

The ship sniffed disdainfully. “Damn right you ain’t my crew. I don’t know you from Adam. But, sure, why not go ahead with the decontamination? Everybody’s already f*****g dead.”

Yes to both. One single shuttle—-apparently intact, but you’re not sure from a casual glance—-is in the shuttle bay. The cargo is full of mysterious boxes seemingly immune to X-Ray Vision. Hundreds if these crates are in there.

“ Mmmm, imma bit woke up, yeah. Who are you? You ain’t my crew. ” Dancer-upon-Oblivion asks. It sounded irritable. OOC: The Clarke Protocol is an emergency shunting of excessive radioactivity, using technology now lost or, at the very least, poorly understood. Considering the reactor leak, the Clark...

“I am not sure,” Shi’Halal admitted. “Checking now...Lucas, it appears we have a core leak. It will take weeks to repair, but criticality is unlikely. Thankfully, I can completely shield you from radioactivity. The ship should be powering up now. As to what ‘the Clarke Protocol’ is I am not sure.”

Shi’Halal spoke, “ We need access to the ship’s computers—-which I have now done—- and we need to order the ship to prime the fusion reactor—-which I am doing... now ? ” The whole ship rumbled all at once, and the intercom squawked to life, bellowing, |-< ALL PERSONAL PLEASE REPORT TO WORKSTATIONS! ...

To answer your questions... 1.What needs done is to get the power-supply up and running. The ship is sluggish. It, like a lizard, needs a boost of energy—-‘basking in the sun’, so to speak. But, in this case, ‘basking in the sun’ means getting the fusion-generator up and running. 2.Yes, a Computer r...

A dull voice comes from one of the gurneys: “ ...still here... ”. And falls silent. A sad whisper comes from a surgical scalpel: “ ...the light forsook us... ”. And falls silent. A chair hisses: “ ...it still hunts... ”. And falls silent. Meanwhile, the spirit of the ship itself speaks, and says, “ ...

It seems to be coming from some distance away from the bridge, near, you’d reckon, the medbay. It stops, however, just when he starts putting effort into finding it. And no, no intercom, it was more like someone was playing it both really loudly and far away. Now, if you look at the medbay with X-Ra...

The song comes to an end, and a new song begins. OOC: In case you’re wondering, it’s Tiny Tim’s “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”. Imperious hears riotous laughter, and a feeling of warmth overcomes him for a moment. Then, the song suddenly stops, the warmth fades away and the ship is again cold, dead and...

It sounds very sluggish. When a computer’s been in sleepmode a long time, getting it up and running again can be a pain in the ass. Now imagine your computer’s been in sleepmode for over a thousand years. Even with his powers, Imperious will find waking this thing up an easy-but-tediously-long proce...

The ship gave a long, drawn-out yawn. “Whozzat? Whozzat botherin’ me? Go ‘way? ‘M sleepin’.”

Meanwhile, the sound of the music gets louder.

Yep. I had stated earlier the ship’s systems were in sleepmode.

As he stands on the bridge, a noise begins to fill his ears...music. Strangely jaunty and merry, it sounds distorted and tinny and unnatural. It’s clearly coming from somewhere deeper in the ship.

OOC:
In case you feel like looking it up, the song is Tiny Tim’s “Living in the Sunlight”.

“Pinging, now,” the Encephalon says.

A moment later, the Encephalon replies. “No Icons detected. No Datasphere links appear active.”