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The Commitator’s sensor suite immediately springs into action as he attaches it, processing the local environment and conversing with the ship itself, it’d flood the armor with sensory data, however the ship explicitly denies it its function, only being able to converse with the smaller docked shuttle for now.
Fawx
Andromeda
MISE weaponry were always an interesting production from their time, there are various constants across many designs, their modular and parametric production styles evidently showing through the handheld weaponry displayed before him. Their mastery in explosives, highlighted by their hyperatomics, reflected on this philosophy, every weapon was consistently a fine piece of work, packing a punch several times above its size, yet firing in deceptively small calibers.
Andromeda
The modular nature of MISE equipment allowed PD batteries and smoke dischargers to be easily retrofitted into Etar’s power armor, with a little help of the slime person present and a little tinkering in adapting the suit’s own power generator and sensory suite to converse with the modules properly, a series of small turrets sprung to life, covering the PA’s whole body in a protective hardkill bubble.
With preparations complete, the team collectively boards the docked shuttle, carrying whatever equipment they deemed necessary. What they saw at first was only a small boarding room that communicated with the main ship, but with the DWV sizing up at 30km of length, even this small shuttle was the size of a corvette at around 500 meters, jutting awkwardly from the side of the larger vessel.
Elohim is the last to enter, as the rest of the team gets acquainted with the rather large vessel’s still deceptively small interior. Being an old MISE creation, the bulk of the spaceship was depressurised and automated, they were left with a small section meant to be livable, the docking area, and a rather quaint hangar underneath, where the vessel connected with the ship they’d use to descend into the planet itself.
“Well everyone, you’re free to roam around, there’s not much to see inside. We’ll begin the FTL sequence soon.” - The ship jostled ever so slightly, detaching from the larger main vessel which still floated amidst the thunderous clouds of the Hollowed Reach, hidden within the bizarre spacetime phenomena. It quietly bolted away from the converted hauler, as it FTL’ed away.
The trip was an unremarkable few hours of complete nothingness as the ship took several consecutive FTL jumps, only stopping once to cool its FTL drive. Soon, the ship came to a halt and a distinct hissing sound from the drive finally stopping signified arrival.
The vessel stood at what by all considerations was on the border of deep space, past a anomalously thin cloud of debris that surrounded the system, the backdrop was caustic rainbows from the nebula itself, but the inside of the system was devoid of almost all forms of debris, and orbiting the star, a solitary green planet. A small meeting is held where the spot they’d drop in is passively scanned, a large clearing obscured by deep jungle, big enough to land their vessel. A few km away, the scars of Elohim’s previous landing still exist, three deep tunnels dug into the ground, projecting a straight line from the barrel of a massive geometrical emplacement atop the node, and off into space.
The team is beckoned into the smaller vessel, and make contact with the system’s automatic defensive systems. Elohim’s signature is recognised, miraculously still categorized as if he were employed at the SORB, and they are allowed free passage into the planet itself. The ship cuts its way through the great emptiness, intersecting various oddly spaced planes of interdiction at no recognisable pattern, until they are overhead to the green planet.
The planet itself is unique, there seems to be little to no large bodies of water, yet the surface is covered in an endless thick jungle, which does not relent even in the poles. They do not get much of a chance to observe, before the ship activates cloaking and drops obliquely into the atmosphere, at this point, defense would not ignore them anymore.
The ship perfectly mirrors the sky it cuts through, cleverly avoiding clouds by floating with an elegance that betrays its heft. Gravitational engines slowed its descent as it touched down upon the clearing, granting one last view of the compressor beam in the distance before it engulfed itself amidst the thick jungle.
A small door opened on the back and let the team out, sensory suites, if they were capable, connected to the ship, eachother, and the other vessel that observed the planet far away. The team left the ship and were met by something unexpected amidst the thick and thriving jungle: Silence. The sound of wind brushing against the foliage was all that they could hear beyond the quiet hissing of the vessel itself.
