Tue Jan 22, 2013 6:45 pm by Naren Hearth
Deep inside the hull of the Thunderous, the ship showed more and more signs of fire damage. The walls were scorched in the hallways, the fire-droids rolled lifeless on the floor, their batteries and water pumps drained. But the ship still operated without a single crew member somehow. Which was impossible. Even a ship such as this operating on a droid crew would require at least two sentients to make critical decisions.
Following the energy signature, Rowan would find the primary cargo hold- a space fully one third of the ship. Discarded here and there through the ashes of the past fire were a hundred odd steel crates. A number of them were opened, their metal shells warped by the heat, giving a view of... computer components. Hundreds of computers, probably fully assembled and (at one time) operational, were being shipped somewhere within the Thunderous.
Near the far end of the corridor were clustered half a dozen inert fire-droids. They had expended their payloads to protect one of these many crates, and their work was rewarded. A single computer bank the size of several stacked datapads was still operational and running, albeit on a low battery...
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Naren grimaced through the rush of wind on the speeder-bike, gripping Talon that much tighter (without his claws, thankfully) and wondering why he hadn't stopped to get some sort of visor to protect his eyes. While Talon was driving, he busied himself with a portable datapad, tracking the crashed Z-10.
"I do have a life form on site," Naren shouted over the engine. "It's alive. Or in hibernation. Whatever it is."