He puts the ring carefully in an appropriate box or compartment and sighs, stretching.

I'm gonna go mad if I just sit in here forever.

Placing his ear against the cargo bay door he'd initially come in, he strained to hear any evidence of activity.

Only the occasional sound of metal scraping or colliding with meal was herd, he could probably get the door open again but breathing air felt much more natural and it wasn't like there was much of anywhere to go unless he felt like 'walking' around space looking for another ship. He could probably walk to the moons gate and try and get a ship going through it to let him in... but that was quite a walk and he still wasn't sure if that thing that destroyed the station wasn't still out there.

I should have been a pilot. Or a pilot and a hacker, he amends, glancing at the biometric lock on the controls.

Sam wanders through the shuttle again, looking around for anything else of note. Having done this at least twice now, he doesn't find anything.

After using up another couple minutes, he reaches up to his necklace and grips one of the leaves in his palm, gritting his teeth at the pain. When he pulls his hand away, it's bleeding slightly, and he rubs a bit of the blood on each eyelid before singing softly,

"That which is
Is not always seen
That which is seen
Is not all that is"

As he walks through again, Looking for anything of note.
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Well there was enugh DNA that if he knew a good bit more about life magic he could use his matter, life, and prime to trick the locks... but he just didn't learn enugh about life to alter his body that way.

He didn't see much of anything but dibree and dead bodies outside, but he couldn't see very far through all the wreckage and twisted up resonance left from the attack and various explosions. There was just to much resonance out there to see very far but it was clearing up as entropy took it's course.

One thought was a nice one, the guy who owned this wasn't quite as good as he was at magic, and crafting was on par, and yet he seamed to be doing very very well for himself. The only big difference was the level of detail in his works... what he could do with just mundane tools and his hands, it was almost inhuman. Perhapse though if he could just learn to steady his hands he could make stuff better than this guy was and make money off of it.

It was a pitty the libary he had didn't have any access to it though... realy all he had to do was poke at star charts, and fiddle with all the tools and supplies.  That and eat some Hermic emergency rations. The Order of Hermes did know a good deal about craftsmanship but they were a dull buch, and didn't think to put much care into the flavor of there rations.... so that sucked.



It wasn't till another day or two later when something big and alive came into view out in the dibree field. It wasn't as big as that monster of a 'ship' that attacked, and was way to big to be the small weapons it sent out... but it was big and made of living metals and moved with intent through the field like it was searching. The thing was as big as some of the wales in the Cop.. no, no, this was way bigger it was the size of a frigate and the only living ships he ever hurd of were whisperings of naphanite and that big one that attacked the station.

Is that another attacker, just smaller? Or is it something worse? Sam paces quickly. Well, there's no way I can protect myself or escape if it comes after me here, and there's no way for me to get away in space, so all I can do is hope it's not attacking...

With a deep breath and taut lips, he keeps an eye on it out a shuttle window whenever possible as he pulls out his datapad. What did Triplejack tell me about direct signals, again? Something about short-range transmission... peer-to-peer something?

Opening a com channel with a data pad to a ship a few kilometers off wasn't exactly normal procedure but while he didn't seam to open coms apparently he sent out some sort of signal. The ship changed it's course and was no heading in the detection of the shuttle, soon it was barring down on it swallowing it up inside it... the life form was all around it.... it had ether swallowed the shuttle or it was in taking it into a bay of some sort.

This is... not what I intended. I think. Well, nothing for it now...

Sam heads to the cargo bay door (still his only way to get out without messing with the locks) and hesitantly crawls out to see where he is.

It takes a few moments to get the manual release opened, when he got outside it did seam he was in a cargo bay.... well that was a releaf. There was crates of supplies about and sings that there was resonantly quite a few people here.

Before he could get much of an assessment of his surroundings though a door opened onto a particularly odd sight: a four armed chip in a Shriner vest and hat, and wielding a plasma pistol in each hand. "You, hands up! Drop your weapons."

Sam holds his hands up. "I have a knife in my jacket, on the left side. Would you like me to place it on the floor, or leave it there?"

He nods "Drop it and kick it over.... what are you doing skimming around out here all quite like with physical shields up?"

Sam slowly pulls the knife out, puts it down, and kicks it over.

"Trying to survive, mostly. This isn't even originally my shuttle; I just got in it to avoid the destruction of the station. I can't fly it and everything's locked, but it had air and food and wasn't being torn up by nonreality, so....

My name's Sam, by the way. What's yours?"

"I don't buy that for a moment" he said while grabing the knife with his feet and tossing it through the door into a hallway.

He started to say something else but a detached voice interrupted him. "Leave her alone bo-bo, she's telling the truth. I can read her biometrics, and not only do they imply honest and confusion, but they don't match the locks for the shuttle."

He lowers his arms some and looks up at the ceiling yelling. "I said to stop calling me that, my names Tex."

"So you say"

He just huffs.

Sam looks around, puzzled.

"Regardless of someone's legal identity, it doesn't hurt to call them by the name they prefer, does it? What would you like me to call you, invisible stranger?"

"I'm hardly invsiable. I was named the OSS Lucid Nonsense, but you can call me Luci."

"Just ignore her, and if you where just taking shelter here why didn't you go and try and flag down one of the CCG search ships?"

Sam keep gazing around as he speaks. "Well, then, Luci, it's nice to meet you. I'm Sam, though I'm guessing you heard that."

Settling his eyes on the figure in front of him, he continues, "I wasn't aware there were CCG search ships, and I wouldn't have known how to flag one down if I was. I'm kinda new to the area, I suppose, and it was largely luck that I managed to get your attention at all.

Er... whose attention have I-" Sam stops short as "OSS Lucid Nonsense" finally sinks in and the thought combines with the life pattern he'd seen and the seemingly disembodied voice.

"oh...

Oh....


Oh...."



Now completely ignoring Tex, he absently reaches up to his neck and runs his thumb along the edge of one of the leaves, then clenches a fist to keep the blood from dripping on the floor.


He spins in a small circle, taking everything in. "Luci, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" A pause, and he reddens slightly, his cheeks and ears getting quite warm. "I mean, er, that is..."

After a moment more of awkward silence, he turns back to Tex and sheepishly raises his hands again, but stays silent.

The make up of the ship is way way beyond Sam's understanding, who ever made this was likely an arch-magi. However it did seam the ship did not have anything resembling a weapon in it's make up.

Tex just gives Sam an odd look, unsure what to think about that, but least he lowered his guns.

"I am unsure as how to respond to that statement."

"I... er..." He scratches at his neck "You could pretend it never happened, heh."

"So... Tex...

What're you gonna do with me and my recently acquired shuttle?"

"I would say throw you out the nearest air lock" he grumbles.

"You will do no such thing, Lee would like you to bring our guest to the bridge"

He shook his head "Why do we keep getting all the weird stowaways?"

"Very well. Lead the way, good sir. Or direct me ahead of you, I suppose."

He grumbles some and puts two of the guns away moving into the hallway to pick up the knife and pocket it, and waves you in front of him. He leads you around to the front of the ship, the hall curving from the rear bay around the side of the ship.

When they get to the bridge it's and odd sight. The controls are quite minimalist and seam disined to work with the will of the mage as sam can see the link between the pilots quenttesance and the ship through the odd orbs he had his hands on.

There were normal controls here and there but most seam to just be places to put yor hands.

The pilot reminded her of some of her smuggler friends, lightly armored casual suit with various side arms. While a young man with a punk taist to clothing just set looking over the screen.

There was an outside view and a 3d display of the area projected in mid air. Surprisingly there seamed to be two rather large Dreadnaughts parked at the other end of the dibree field and a small swarm of little ships methodically moving through it scanning for survivors.

The younger man turned. "Ah... so another survivor."

"Yes, the signal the ship was giving out was threatening to give away our position."

"Not my intention, I assure you. I don't have much experience with computers, and my attempt at hailing was... clumsy, I take it.

You're Lee, I presume? I'm Sam. Good to meet you."

He holds out his hand to shake.
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(lee is sitting down looking over the displays, the other guy is flying)

(Whoops sorry. Edited.)

Shakes the hand though uncomfortably so, not use to such. "Uh yah, so Sam... what were you doing out in this mess?"

"Well, I'm sure you heard about The Sample." he says, the last in mock solemnity, "There are plenty of people with Elaborate Opinions on what should or shouldn't be done with it, and I'm not sure what I think, but it doesn't really matter. Not like I could afford it! But, as someone with an interest in unusual substances and energies, I wanted to take a look at it. That's why I was on the station. Then everything went nuts, what with crazy living ships - no offense, Luci, you're not crazy as far as I can tell - and I hid in that shuttle to stay out of the line of fire. Then there wasn't anywhere else to go for far too long, and then you guys picked me up, and here I am."