in space, no one can hear you struggle to open doors (un: aqua)

[aequoreal]

[ What up Reverie Terminal, it's your glowy superdad back on the network again. Apollo is looking pensive today and not quite his usual sunny self. Next to him is someone who's making his first public appearance: Kaldur'ahm faces the camera, gills at his neck clearly visible, a reserved smile on his face. He gives a nod. ]

As you all know, several areas of the station remain inaccessible to us. I believe several people have been talking about ways to open them or attempting to do so already. Brute force may be a means to gain access to a central command deck or something similar. If enough of us work together, especially those of us stronger or superpowered, we may be able to get through.

[ Here, he glances at Apollo, who adds after a beat: ]

Dirk raised a good point: what if those doors have been locked off for a good reason? What if there's something on the other side that needs to be locked away like, I don't know, a pathogen? Or whatever it is that's wiped out the original station crew?

[ Apollo lifts a hand, as if to stem an imaginary silent protest: ]

I'm not saying we shouldn't still give it a go, because after that video Henryk received it's been made pretty clear to us that we need to get off this ship as soon as possible. But it's something we should maybe be prepared for.

So what we're asking is whether or not there's anyone out there who's good at forcefields? Or might have some insight in to how we should tackle this? Just in case we open a door and, uh. Regret it.

[ Apollo frowns a little, determination replacing the pensive expression from before. ]

So there you have it. I know Amos has some good ideas about creating an airlock in case we open a door to an unpressurised deck. But has anyone else got any ideas? [ to which Kaldur adds: ] We would welcome your thoughts and input.

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audio; un: gunny

[marineris]

Seems like you've got a few ideas for containment, but if you need more back up, count me in. If I could find my armor, then we'd really be in business.

[solarcharged]

Armour? [ Unseen on the other end of the audio feed, Apollo's eyebrows quirk in surprise. ] What kind of armour?

[marineris]

Goliath powered armor. MMC standard issue. It doubles as a vac suit and can stand up against most small arms fire. It has built in weapons, too, but I'm hoping we won't have to shoot anything.

[solarcharged]

[ That sounds so useful right about now. ]

Do you think it might be on the station somewhere?

[marineris]

Unless they ditched it when they grabbed me. Assuming someone grabbed us.

[So that's a big question mark.]

[solarcharged]

[ Apollo winces. He liked forgetting the fact that he'd arrived here in strange clothes. Remembering that someone had manhandled him out of his uniform and in to a jumpsuit was something that made him feel more than a little bit sick. ]

Someone or something.

[ At least a robot would be marginally better than another human. ]

I'll keep an eye out for it around the station. I presume it's just... big and person-shaped?

[marineris]

Sure, sort of. It's gray with red accents, and the helmet has a clear faceplate and my name on it—Draper. The chestplate says "MMC" on the left side.

[solarcharged]

Red and grey, got it. [ A pause, then: ] MMC? What does that stand for?

[marineris]

Martian Marine Corps.

[solarcharged]

Another Martian! [ Apollo sounds genuinely DELIGHTED by that. ] So do you and Alex know each other?

[marineris]

Mars is a big planet, you know.

[But she doesn't sound too offended.]

Yeah, I know him. He rescued me not long before we got here.

[solarcharged]

Is it? I have no idea, I haven't visited it. Though I'd love to go...

[ GOD he isn't a racist, PROMISE ]

He rescued you, huh? Bit of a secret hero, that Alex.

[marineris]

Secret hero? What do you mean?

[solarcharged]

Oh, nothing really. Just that he and I talked about heroes before. Now it seems he's something of one himself.

How did he rescue you?

[marineris]

He is. Don't let him tell you otherwise.

[Because she has a feeling he'd downplay it.]

It's a long story, but I was stuck in a racing pinnace with the undersecretary of the UN. A UN gunship was firing on us, and I couldn't outrun them because just a few Gs was nearly enough to make her stroke out. He took out the drive of the other ship with some impressive as hell firing and maneuvering after we sent out a distress call.

[solarcharged]

[ Impressed and surprise, Apollo leans towards the video feed. It's good to know he's not the only one who's been (nearly) shot down by the united Earth governments. ]

Why was the UN ship firing on their own politician?

[marineris]

She had proof that one of her colleagues was a traitor, and he didn't want her spreading it around.

[solarcharged]

[ Yikes. Sounds complicated. ]

God, isn't politics the worst?

[marineris]

You have no idea. It's a fucking mess.

[solarcharged]

Amen to that.

[ Because he has some idea. ]

Well, it'd be good to have you involved, even if you don't have your armour. We can always just find you a big stick to hit the door with instead.

[marineris]

I'll figure out a way to make due. A stick can't hurt.

[solarcharged]

Well. Hopefully a stick can hurt. That's kind of the point, right?