Leo scooped up a can himself, "I have to replenish... I don't have a factory... maybe this would be a good field substitute... or just maybe having some extra will help us patch and rescue.  I hope it isn't too much of a jaunt... there's a reason these ships had internal transports like elevator..."

" Ummm Leo that stuff is bad for you, might give you a wee case of Montezuma's revenge...or in this case Prometheus' revenge." Poppy warned with a grin.
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She continues to advance slowly with their group her weapons tracking for anything that needed to be taken out. So far they had no targets which was fine by hear. If the rescue mission was a success with no engagements with something trying to kill them that was a good thing in her book. She smiles at poppy speaking softly to keep it private. "Your welcome from both of us. Your lucky that you can so easily swap out your legs or just about anything else if you need to. Just remember to remind us about your birthday after this. It would be embarrassing to be the only one that didn't have a present for you."

She glances at Balkir for a moment wondering if he had some cybernetic replacements. She asks softly. "Are you saying Balkir has Cybernetic legs? I didn't realize he had any body parts replaced! How can you tell?"

She looks amused when Balkir shows off a bit tossing a heavy item like that. Course she didn't mind that the contents had restorative qualities. Especially for poppy who seemed to take more hits then anyone. At least it was mostly cosmetic damage!

Looking at Leo with a bit of alarm M'kira holds up one gauntleted hand in a slight gesture to wait. "Don't Leo. That stuff is meant for cyberoids. I honestly don't think your digestive system is going to like it. Unless you have nanites that get to it first." She laughs at Poppy's warning hopping that Leo wouldn't be running to the bathroom in a big hurry all of a sudden.

Elsbeth seemed oblivious to the exchange between Poppy and M'kira about Balkiir's legs, remaining completely silent on the topic.  There was, however, a strong empathic feeling of quiet confidence that exuded from the CMC Marine over the shared telepathic link.  A quiet confidence that spoke of certain and intimate knowledge about the strength, composition and injured capacity (or lack thereof) of the Valkiir male's legs.

And despite that chatter around her, Elsbeth was all business.  She took her position at point very seriously.  Stepping lightly as she moved forwards, her eyes darted from display to display.  And using the triangulated views from Balkiir and the others (as coordinated and disseminated by T'risa) she dutifully marked any potential dangers or anomalies or points of interest that she encountered or observed - be they active or passive defenses, debris, hot or cold spots from fires or crack conduits, detritus, bodies or anything else that seemed out of the ordinary.  She marked them mentally over the neural net and schematics, but also called them out, in clipped short phrases and hand gestures to make sure that everyone was aware of them.

  The interior beyond the rec room was...a wreck. A hole seemed to pass through the outer hull, barely larger than a mans fist, but it grew in diameter as the path of a heavy projectile grew to a meter wide path of devastation, metal was twisted and melted by a jet of superheated gas created by the round as kinetic energy turned it to vapor.
  The hallway was a mass of jagged metal and exposed conduits. impassable even with strength or cutting blades. The only alternative was to drop down to the lower level and bypass the damage leading to the inner core of the ship.


OOC
Spot and search checks please.

21 spot, 22 search

Leo decides that for practical purposes they would be better off cutting through the floor here... in a more stable space rather than trying to find an existing conduit after backtracking... "Is there a clear place for me to cut in here or do we really have to backtrack?"

T'risa picked up a few cans putting them into her pack. "Just in case we meet some minorly damaged cyberoids en route. This should help them get out on their own power." she placed a wanring hand on Leo forearm "Leo, please...the time for experimentation is later. Once we've recovered as many as we can." she turned to face the others. "I'm not really sure it would even be possible to cut a hole in the deck plating. We can try it, but I'd prefer to find a route through this before backtracking. Split up and look for ways through."


19:37, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 20 using 1d20+3. Search.

19:37, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Perception.

"Ok T'risa let's move out folks. Search for survivors and any way through before we backtrack. Worst case we drop down to a lower level to bypass the damage." If they are available she stores a few extra cans as well.

Looking around carefully she checks her sensors as well as visual and audio checks of their surroundings. Checking every square inch if it's realistic.

OOC: Search = 21 Very good roll. Spot/perception =2 blind as a bat on that one.

Elsbeth continues to move efficiently, quickly scanning the area as she progresses.  But she seems rather preoccupied, perhaps only going through the motions.  Or perhaps she finds the interior of the dreadnought just a bit too alien for her liking.  Or she presumes that the others know exactly what she knows already.

Whatever the reason, her thoughts are a bit befuddled and confused over the communications link and as a consequence, the CMC Marine appears doesn't necessarily appear to be entirely aware of everything going on around her.  A danger, since she is on point...

[OOC:  Hmmm... that could have gone better:
  00:16, Today: Elsbeth rolled 4 using 1d20+2. Search/Int Check.
  00:16, Today: Elsbeth rolled 11 using 1d20+5. Spot/Wis Check.]

  The search of the immediate area was a lessen in carnage. partially vaporized machinery, twisted equipment and the bodies of several Cyberoids littered the impact area.

The Heavily armored, and heavily armed form of a War hound was partially imbedded in one bulkhead, it's face and upper torso mangled by shrapnel that would have reduced a human to a scorched smear of carbon on the wall. The Massive killing machine dwarfed the crew androids  who lay broken around it. as did the body of an unknown combat machine, it's hulking form pockmarked by plasma and projectiles. An unknown weapon fused to it's mechanical arm.

 <coughing groan> "Damn it was a tough one.....The warhound groaned and twitched as it began to respond." anyone got some asprin.....My face hurts."

Lucky you guys have transponders, I was about to set off a few party favors I had left..........." Anubis, third officer, commander of Security detail at your service....would you do a brother a favor and get me the hell out of this wall."
  The massive black and gold machine was stylized to resemble a hound headed human it's heavy armor and frame etched with O'sahdii runes and glyphs that looked like they should be etched on some ancient Idol rather than a high tech Killing machine.

Leo had his blade into the wall before the question was posed, "Let me know if you feel it, I'm gonna give you a halo of wall though... just to be safe.  Somebody find this brother's legs back there."

The carnage was horrible even if the remains were cyberoids which didn't leave the sort of gore biological people would. She still felt for them as they were alive and unique people just like poppy, Syxus and a variety of other cyberoid friends she had over her lifetime. "Of course Anubis we will help you out as soon as we can. It's going to take time with you imbedded in a bulkhead like that."

Her eyes flick to Elsbeth seeing she's distracted as well as Theo and others that would have certain details to do while they worked. "Elsbeth could you confirm that hulking mech over there is really dead or permanently disabled we don't want any nasty surprises. After that Elsbeth Balkir Poppy watch our backs while we work to get Anubis out of the bulkhead. Tiny cover Elsbeth and syxis while they work then help cover all of us while we are getting Anubis out."

"Syxus with your technical skills I have a few things for you. First if you can please help Elsbeth make sure that monster isn't a threat. Then can you help us conduct repairs on Anubis as I think he's going to be a very big help with this rescue operation both saving lives and dealing with anything that tries to kill us."

"Leo could you lend a hand with your cutting blades? Very carefully mind you we don't want to do more damage to Anubis if we can help it. I will use my battle armor to try to help pull/lift him free of the bulkhead. I might need assistance from Elsbeth, tiny or Poppy if she's got enhanced strength if one set of powered battle armor isn't sufficient."

She grins at Anubis returning to talking to him while keeping a eye out now that everyone had something specific to do. "Glad to hear we won't be catching friendly fire. Besides it's best to save your party favors for the real trouble makers. If there is one of those things onboard there might be more running around somewhere. Work had folks the priority of getting Prometheous proxy or not out of here alive and uncompromised just went up a few notches. Look alive there might be enemy soldiers already aboard and spoiling for a fight."

OOC: Her prototype armor is ten feet tall so I figure it's got size and strength in a pinch. Though even with Leo helping to cut Anubis free I might need help. Basically Balkir and poppy are covering everyone and Tiny is covering Elsbeth and syxis till we all focus on one task. Then Tiny is backing up Balkir, poppy, and Elsbeth having four on security or a little less if more hands are needed to get Anubis out of the wall.

"Aye, aye, Gunny." the tall, armoured Praetorian dutifully replied to M'kira.  She edged towards Syxis first to escort him to the wreckage.  Elsbeth tried to remain alert for any danger and did not immediately stow her customized laser carbine as they searched the remains of twisted and warped metal.

She let Syxis take the lead.  "I presume," she noted to the smaller, shiny-pated, mechanic, "that I am the muscle.  Just tell me where to apply it..."  The servos on her myomar-augmented exoskeleton flexed slightly, making a slight whirring noise, as if in response or emphasis to that assertion.

It might be tedious and slow going - having to comb the wreckage with a fine-toothed comb, but that didn't seem to bother the CMC Marine.

As the others dealt with drawing the WarHound from the wall. T'risa asked Poppy to help her as she checked the cyberoids in the place, pulling any intact chips from their hosts for rescue. She put them in a pouch on her belt, making sure everyone saw it, in case she fell, so that they could at least rescue the remaining crew.

  The newer model Cyberoids were easier to salvage, in short order a dozen cores complete with their emergency power cores were in a satchel there status lights flickering green on all indicators.
 cutting Anubis free was harder than it looked, but took little time. soon the heavy warhound was free. His back split open and something resembling a basketball sized spider crawled free. the robotic shell was a fairly new model escape module that was just coming onto the market. intended to let Cyberoids self rescue if it's shell was damaged.

  "I am guessing your a rescue team sent into recover Prometheus." Anubis spoke up as he shook one leg then the other testing the small shell as if it didn't quite fit." The level below is mostly undamaged, we took several direct hits from "The Bitch's" main battery on this level so the roof may have buckled down. watch yer heads. Don't touch anything sparking, even that armor wont stop a few kilojoules of electricity.

Follow me I'll show you to the Main core." the spider began to scrabble over debris moving with a sureness that indicated it was fairly certain of it's path.

T'risa smiled "Thanks. It's imperative we rescue Prometheus before the other forces here are forced to notice he's active. Sometimes I wish political expediency would work for me for a change. We'll pick up any cyberoid cores on the way. Our goal is rescue all crew still alive prior to leaving. Prometheus is a special case. We might not have a huge ship to house him in...well,w e could sue our dreadnought, but it's not as powerful as this ship ever was. We need so many more cyberoid bodies for rescued crew." T'risa followed the spider, she glanced back at the others "Our own ship is hurting, I wonder if there's anything we can scavenge from this one. After we get Prometheus up and running."

Leo smiled, "I think they have official salvage companies that are given first rights to recover their military grade hardware.  If we can't take it out we probably can't take it with us."  Leo rested his hands briefly on the arms of the cyberoids... damaged weapons might still be enough for him to draw a patern from and intigrate into the matrix that enabled his weapons and armor.  It likely wouldn't be quite so effective or he might have to supply ammunition still, but carrying cells, clips, and boxes was easier than running to make up the distance... and there might be better tools to mimic in all of this anyhow.

M'kira took it in a positive light that they were recovering dozen cores here. She could only wonder if any of the crew they rescued would ever get in touch with them. Sometimes crew did that to say thank you or whatever else it was they felt they needed to do. Finding getting Anubis out of the bulkhead a bit of a challenge she makes a soft satisfied sound once he finally comes free.

Watching the spider come out of Anubis she shakes her head slightly. "It's to bad your warhound body isn't functional Anubis. The extra firepower wouldn't hurt in case we run into something nasty. Thank you for guiding us through here."

"If your planning on getting salvage it probably would help if Prometheus gives us permission. That might cut through any red tape or problems that might crop up if we take a few odds and ends. IF Prometheus turns down being installed into that dreadnought you obtained he likely has something prearranged that's already in motion. At least that's my thoughts on that particular matter. It might be ancient even so it's advanced tech which just about everyone will probably want to get their hands on. It's quite a prize T'risa which makes it particularly generous that your willing to part with it so easily."

Elsbeth moved slowly and delibrately as she worked with Syxis in removing Anubis for the bulkhead.  She didn't have much intuition with resepct to what might or might not be important given the very different anatomy involved.  She was willing to apply strength where necessary, but only when directed to do.  It would not due to damage a system that she deemed to be unimportant or otherwise damaged beyond repair.

When the housing and the 'spider' eventually came free, she swiftly lowered it to the ground and quickly backed up to give the mobile core case room to aclimate with its surroundings.

With all of the talk of salvage, the tall Praetorian kept silent and merely looked to others for direction.  "Should we continue to dismantle the rest of the warhound shell?" she prompted the others - including the newly freed Anubis, "Are any weapon or shielding systems intact for us to remove and take with us?  Or to remove and destroy as too dangerous to leave unattended?"  Though her laser carbine was back in her hands and her helmet continued its vigil, scanning around the group, Elsbeth was more than willing to do more manual labor as necessary.