Silent Stars - Snippets of a Dead RP from RPNation

Extract 3

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"Odd... No response..?"
The Archivist shrugged the confusion off of himself as he proceeded to figdet his fingers about the control panel in front of him.

"Hmph.. Computer, how many of them are offline?"

"Calculating... Approximately 73%. Damage presumably critical - manual repair is required."

"Not unexpected, prepare my ship - I shall depart momentarily."

"Checking ship status... Ship is fully fueled and all systems are fully operational - ready for departure."

No time was to be wasted - the Archivist strode out of his observation room and headed straight for his ship hangar in the far back of the databank.

Having to repair or even do anything manually in general was a rare occasion for the Archivist - he was an individual of immense wealth and power, although that isn't to say he's incapable of holding his own or getting his hands dirty.

'They', as the Archivist refers to are relay towers scattered about the galaxy - each planted somewhere on a relatively small uninhabited planet - paired with a satellite of sorts orbiting said planet. This had been his undetected method of harvesting information from all over the galaxy - his method of staying up-to-date with all the intergalactic hustle-and-bustle, if you will.

Eventually reaching his personal hangar, the Archivist lept right into his personal ship; in which was a medium-sized luxury spaceship - also popularly dubbed as 'space-lambo'. Said ship was by no means intended for dogfighting thus lacked durability, however, it's infamous for its monstrous nuclear-powered engines, being able to achieve absurd speeds with little to no effort. This, in addition to its relatively manageable size, is what makes this 'space-lambo' the speedy little devil it is.

Shortly after his departure from Nexus, The Archivist was only starting to enjoy the comfort of his padded seat when a sudden bleeping halted his train of thoughts.

"Warning, unidentified nearby ships are detected within the vicinity."

If the Archivist still had human eyes, they'd have burst open at an instance. It was impossible to scan for life-signs from the distance, but if there was any chance anyone was onboard said ships, it might very well put him one step closer to figuring out the truth behind the Fall. Additionally, deprivation from communication for several weeks can make someone pretty lonely...

And with that, the Archivist fidget about with some more panels and buttons, putting his ship in next gear before rocketing forth the bookmarked location holding the three unidentified ships.