13160/Discordants: SPAAAAAACE Thor

Discordants: SPAAAAAACE Thor
Date of Scene:	28 October 2022
Location:	Hyperspace
Synopsis:	The Ravagers find some loot and it turns out to be some crispy critter. (OOC: Elektra emitted Gamora for scene.)
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Yondu Udonta, Gamora, Kraglin Obfonteri
Tinyplot:	Resonants

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Thor has posed:
    The swirling wastes of the Twisting Frontier are a mixed bag for those who ply their trade along the spaceways. Navigation is a mess for one, the star charts subject to more change than one sees in any other sector of space. All of the anomalies, all of the black holes, all of the various ways the malleable fabric of space twists in on itself make the place dangerous.
    But if you know a few tricks. If you know the old paths from star to star to star that can lead one through its depths.
    Well there's treasure to be had.
    Like that old crate of Hoonian textiles with their unstable construction. Worth relatively little in their home system but out here? Amongst people that need durability over style? A good score.
    Or maybe the collection of Elcazor's Greatest Hits on their original sentient shellcrab, a small creature that is more than happy to walk around broadcasting the ancient musician's greatest works from its speakershell. Surely there's someone that will pay good money for that.
    But tonight on the long shift, on the edge of the sensors, there's another reading. A bright red blip and a beep-beep-beep sounding from the console as the sensors flitter through possible data files to connect it to something. The readings cascade down the screen. Humanoid. Life signs. No craft. Strange. Possibly Hondornian or Klamartizn with their personal nanites capable of keeping them alive in the vacuum of space.
    Had to be something...

Yondu Udonta has posed:
They've been in the area a few days. It's easy work, though one has to be careful. If one gets too close to those singularities, they will become that debris they are sifting through, sucked into the darkness to be spat out who knew where. Or not to be and disappear forever. But taking the time, sorting through all the debris floating outward? It was like taking candy from a baby. The storage areas were filling up quickly and they would need to be off to Knowhere in a few days.

The Eclector was a large ship, an old mining vessel turned Ravager craft. It could house up to 400 people, though they tended to keep it a bit smaller, and carried several smaller crafts. The M-Ships were their most useful tool and the hangars could house up to 20 of them. These were the smaller ships like the Milano, able to hold a crew of their own. There were even a couple of shuttlecraft but they were mostly used when on shoreleave somewhere.

At the moment, Yondu had taken out his own M-Ship, with the little whimsical tchotchkes across the front of the control panel. There were a few on board with him as they floated through space, picking up items here or there with the tractor beam. If it was junk, it was just jettisoned back out. But the good stuff was piling up down in the hold.

When that red light went off and the beeping started. Yondu eyed the readings. "That can't be right. When'd we last do maintenance on the scanners?"

Elektra Natchios (283) has posed:
Settling in with the Ravagers had been like a return to form, away from the more ..., civilized ways that her other crew normally gets to. If one could call them civilized. Yet with the Ravagers she was comfortable enough in the violence. Was it why she was here? Maybe not completely, yet she had heard of the Ravagers moving to operate on a particular sector. One that she had business to settle.

And that business was long due.

Getting in with them had been easy. Too easy? She was still trying to figure out Yondu's angle but for now it'd do. A 'marriage of convenience' of sorts. They get the deadly assassin and in turn she gets her time away from the crew and .., whatever else she is here to get to.

"A bit out in the middle of nowhere to be anything good." The green one says, leaning a shoulder against the hard steel wall on that smaller M-Ship while her arms remain crossed. Dual blasters hanging from the holsters at her hips. Eyes are on the screens that are beep-beeping. Gamora doesn't like the sound of this.

"Smells like a trap." This towards Yondu and Kraglin. Is she paranoid? Yes, you don't get the reputation of the Galaxy's deadliest woman and live to tell about it by not being paranoid.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
There is money out in this sector if you're quick and smart about it. The smart means not just relying on the star charts. It's as changeable out here as a Chitauri having a bad day.

Kraglin is hunched over the screen tracking debris, zeroed into the red blip beeping with self-importance. One hand pulls at the scraggly beard on his chin as he squints at the screen.

"Dunno, Cap'n. It's lookin' alright ta me. Had these babies re-calibrated at the last 50 parsec tune-up. Those guys are thieves but know what they are doing."

Talking to himself, he fiddles with a switch on the side of the screen, "Com'on, be good to papa."

He sits back abruptly, "We arm ourselves and there ain't nothing to worry about. Lemme bring weapons on line, Cap'n, then send me out there to tow whatever that thing is in."

Thor has posed:
    Off in the distance, one of the visual scanners enhances the magnification and brings a silhouette up first. Just a slow twisting figure that's barely moving, only a marginal amount of inertia had been given to that shape from wherever it emerged. Though with those singularities it was always hard to tell since time had a way of doing funny things around them.
    The screen zoomed in, sharper. Then the light enhancement keyed to life and brought something more. Not able to tell color with the monochromatic display, the shape was definitely humanoid. Two arms. Two legs. One head.
    Then the display clicks over and... whatever that figure had been through had definitely left its mark. Two arms maybe. But only one hand as it looks as if whatever ride this fella must've been on combusted at some point. There's burn marks all along the side, half the figure's face is torn apart, one side of his body has taken whatever brunt there must've been in that explosion.
    Yet those life signs are there. Could be any number of things. Those nanites the Hondornians run can function with just the minimum solar energy and can keep a body alive in vacuum for a time. They're worth a pretty penny. Or could be an augmented soldier from one of the planets that had been resisting the Black Order intrusion.
    Whatever he is. He's out there. Alive. Blasted to heck and gone. But alive.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu considers, looking at those readings then glancing over his shoulder at the woman who spoke. Then over to his first mate. Both speaking caution though approaching it from opposite directions.

"Weapons online," he agrees, giving a nod to Kraglin then looking at the screen again. He started to ease the ship that direction, a little closer. The M-Ship was so much more maneuverable than the Eclector. It's why they were invaluable to the Ravagers. When they got within range, he eyed the being floating out there in the cold nothing of space.

"Bring it in. We'll see if it's worth the trouble." That to Kraglin. Then a glance to Gamora. "We'll be there when you bring it in, to deal if it is a trap." And he flicked a few switches, bringing the M-Ship to a stop before he rises from the seat, the trenchcoat flaring as he turned.

Elektra Natchios (283) has posed:
It's tempting. If this is a soldier resisting the Black Order he could have info, or even anything with him that can help her cause. Of course that the chances this one is alive are diminute at best. Burned, missing one hand. "Not seeing any signs of debris from a ship." she points out, peering over Kraglin's shoulder at the screens, closer now. It's telling that there may be someting else at play here.

And Gamora likes none of this.

Not that it stops her from getting in with the job. Her dual guns get checked, then she unhooks the leather protection on her blade for easier reach, joining Yondu to go await their new guest.

"I hope this isn't you getting soft in your age and wanting to pick up strays." This delivered in that usual caustic way of hers that has got her quite a GREAT number of friends in her years. Thanos rubbed off on her for sure. Does she know about Quill and Yondu's story though, doesn't seem like it by her expression but who knows with the assassin?

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin wipes the frown off his face when he looks back at the green woman. The captain likes her which is kinda okay. Much as he is the captain's man, doesn't mean he has to like every stray he takes on board. Sucking his teeth, he turns back around and gets to business, thinking who asked her for her two credits. Shoulders hunched in disapproval he shoots a glance at Yondu.

The weapons console is between the captain and co-pilot's seat. A couple of nimble flicks uncap the weapons and the board lights up in the parti-colors indicating locked and loaded.

"Ye-up, boards are green, Cap'n." The lanky man unlimbers himself from his seat to stand with one hand on the back of Yondu's chair.

"Here I go," he gives Gamora a grimace that he thinks of as a smile, passing her on the way back to the suit lockers.

New tech makes putting on a space suit a matter of seconds. He backs into the suit which extrudes itself around him. The helmet is a red eyed monster with every bell and whistle in existence to enhance vision in space.

The outer door clanks as he prepares to leave the M-Ship.

Thor has posed:
    Out there in the void, Kraglin's left with that helmet to enhance his vision to keep that figure highlighted and illuminated with a few dancing displays that make sure his target is always front and center for him. And naturally the data is fed back to the ship.
    When the weapons arrays come on line they apply their lethal sensors to the conundrum that is the floating shape of a man. It runs down its encyclopedic knowledge of potential adversaries trying to come up with a suitable firing solution for whatever that man-like object may be. Yet through its rather exhaustive set of listings for the local sector and the nearby ones... it's coming up empty.
    Or perhaps empty isn't fair to say. It's coming up with several options over and over, cycling through them as it collates data. Skin density brings it up to the Elfantorum which are creatures from high gravity worlds. But the energy readings liken it to primordial signatures from advanced worlds and it flits past the possibility of a Kree target. Several other datapoints skew its results.
    But at the end? Nothing conclusive.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
As Kraglin heads to the airlock, preparing to go outside, Yondu looks directly at Gamora after her comment about strays.

"You might be right," he says in that drawl, scratching idly at the stubble on his chin. "Ah let you on board, after all."

He stands watching through the window into the airlock, as the outer door opens and it allows Kraglin to leave the ship. A moment later, Yondu is back at the control panel, watching out the front window and fingers sitting near the weapons' control in case they need to be used.

Elektra Natchios (283) has posed:
That grimace out of Kraglin has Gamora lifting both brows back at him. She has yet to figure this one out fully. He looks like this gangly, strange guy but what's true is that Yondu seems to trust him implicitly and he's proven himself quite capable.

And loyal.

That's the hard thing to find in this galaxy. So there's a nod made in return to the man when he goes by to get ready to get out there and get the new 'stray' in.

Yondu gets a look out of Gamora, a snort, then an amused look on the green woman. "I am a stray and you're soft. What a pair we make." she says, accepting the jab.

Moments it's all back to business as Kraglin is out there and she moves to provide support, keeping an eye out on the scans and the weapons controls. Just in case some ship comes popping out to take some shots at them.

Because even if a freakin' raccoon is better at her at piloting a ship it doesn't mean she's bad at all.

"He's not appearing as any known species.." she points out.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
An old hand at space walks, Kraglin jets out toward the man-shaped object with a well-measured squirt of his thrusters. No autopilot for him, he wants his hands on the controls. And, unlike others, he relishes the prickle of fear in the bottom of his feet. It's an infinite way down and somehow the stars are more glorious on the outside of a ship.

Com voice crackling with the high ambient radiation,"So what's the worst that can happen, Cap'n? The thing wakes up and says boo?" He cackles, answering his own question, "We just make a bigger boooooo-m."

Synced with the onboard computers, the first mate watches the search program dither over what he is about to pick up. With a shrug, he arms the grapple as he nears the humanoid object. He then enlarges the image.

"What the fuck? It's some burned up dude, Cap'n? Well, here goes."

There is a slight recoil when he shoots the grapple which speeds straight to its target, lassoing it with nanites.

"Alrighty, we are on our way back home. We're going home." There is a little music in his voice. He, too, was subjected to too many mix-tapes.

Thor has posed:
    The shape of the Kraglin suit draws closer and once he's in range he gets that green light on the grapple line letting him know he's got a good lock and the line is clear. There's the silent firing of the line, the claw hook closing and shapeshifting as the nanites weave around to create a rather tight claw around the form of the slowly twisting figure.
    Then the display reads a good secured hold on the object and with that Kraglin has his bounteous booty.
    Doesn't take too long for him to get back toward the ship, bringing the prize in. And once they're back in the hold and the atmosphere is re-engaged, that's when small fragments of ice coalesce, melt, crackle and fall free from the figure creating a small puddle around him.
    And indeed. He does look like some burned up dude.
    That arm is charred. What clothes he was wearing were destroyed save for twisted reddish material and fabric that are burnt partially into his chest and waist. The side of his face is crisped and the eye that was there lost. Injuries that would have been fatal to most seem to have instead left him in a silent unconscious state. Perhaps some form of support device, cybernetics within? Though none of the sensors can penetrate his epidermis such as it is in its current state. Could be nanites working from whatever energy reserves.
    One thing is for certain, however. There are life signs. And they're recovering in the less hostile environment of the hold.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Huh."

That about sums up Yondu's feeling on the matter of it being a man. He continues to wait but when it's obvious Kraglin will be making it back without any issues, he rises to his feet again and moves to the airlock. He waits until Kraglin is with his humanoid cargo. Only once the outer door is secure does he open the inner, to step in and get a look at the man.

"How'n the hell is he still kickin'?" He moves to a nearby scanning unit, punching a few buttons. "Can't figure out what he is. Ah was hopin' he might have some nanites we could harvest off." He is not above raiding a corpse for their boots. After all, they don't need them anymore! But this was a conundrum cause this guy was in really bad shape. Yet, he was alive. He needed medical attention obviously but his life signs were a little better now that he was out of the vacuum.

"Thoughts? Theories?" He glanced to the two on ship with him then back to the charred body.

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Restored to his ramshackle uniform, Kraglin shakes his head doubtfully. "Dunno. Some kind of weird alien. Well, we could strip'em and put him in the med unit. It handles all sorts of weirdness. He might have something worth the effort on 'im."

Nose crinkling, "The bugger stinks, too. Burned up meat. Phaw."

Fingers pinching his nose closed, he says nasally, "I'll roll it down here, Cap'n and put him in the med bay when we get back to the ship."

Elektra Natchios (283) has posed:
Once the body is back on board Gamora also joins the captain to appraise their haul. Arms folded together, looking at the burned figure. This guy went to hell and back. And that he's still alive? It means he might be very powerful. Or one lucky son of a gun.

"There aren't that many races who can survive out in space like that. And with those injuries." she looks at Kraglin, then back to Thor. Hard gaze studies him. The musculature, taking note of the callouses on one hand. "This one is a warrior." she says without a doubt, "Been fighting since he could walk." takes one to know one.

And if he's a warrior it means he could be useful. He will just have to survive.

Her eyes go up to Yondu, "May be the kind of stray that can be useful."

Thor has posed:
    The being is large for a humanoid. Broad of shoulder and what can be discerned of his form he's got the build of a warrior. But the scarred tissue and burn marks, the twisted damage to arm and face and side, it all bodes ill for someone like him taking up arms again. Whatever crucible he endured had taken its toll and if the medunit is able to save his life, it's another thing entire to imagine him being of use in battle.
    Yet that is to be seen, for now he's left to the tender mercies and the sensor probes of the mechanized medical systems once they're to return to the ship.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
"Yeah, let's get him in the med unit."

Yondu glances over to Kraglin then Gamora. "Strong enough to live through that. Fighter. Might be helpful indeed."

Then he starts to walk away, back toward the front of the ship. "Just hope Ah don't go regrettin' not sendin' him back out there," he mutters. "We get back to the Eclector, we'll head toward Knowhere. If he lives that long, we can get him patched up fully there."

Kraglin Obfonteri has posed:
Kraglin hotfoots it out the door and is back with a what looks like a glass coffin. "Well, he ain't no sleeping beauty, is he?"

The glass case retracts to ground level.

"Can ya give me a hand, Cap'n?" He grunts trying to lever the body into the med unit. The two of them manage to roll him in. Kraglin closes the case and starts the automated med procedures with a skeptical look. The bed raises back to waist height.

"I dunno. If that's a warrior, hope he's on our side. Pretty messed up."