원본 게시물 출처:Gydaton RP
[b]The hull shudders, and the room he landed in, the bridge, shows remains of a forced explosion[/b]
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The man places his hand against a blasted portion of the hull, and drops to a knee. The spot he touches heats up and liquifies, flowing over his gauntlet and molding itself to his armor. The man shakes, his mind wandering about among the atoms of the stolen metal, seeking knowledge about what caused the metal to become so stressed, and where the blast originated from.
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He shakes his head, and pushes himself up off of the ground. After a quick trip back to the torpedo to grab a set of tools, he moves towards what appears to be a functioning, albeit powerless terminal. The thought being that he could make a more informed decision about what to do if he knew what the ship was, and who it belonged to.
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He shakes his head, pats the terminal, and plugs a data-dump into it. While he waits for it to rip out and download all the data available for later translation and review, he draws his Bolter, and decides to patrol about to keep his mind focused, his shoulder plates beginning to shift and glow.
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He bats a few of the panels away from himself, and snaps a few of the smaller weapons to his armor for later study. After securing them, and satisfying his need to ensure that nothing else of interest has escaped his sight, he walks back to the terminal to wait for the data-dump to finish its work.
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He slams his fist into a broken terminal, and fumes internally, his shoulder plates popping and boiling for a few moments before he realizes that nothing short of purposeful destruction would have destroyed the core in this situation. After calming himself for a moment, he drops to a knee, and reaches out into the farthest depths of his mind, seeking out the beating lifeblood of whatever is it that destroyed his datacore, and ruined his plans for downtime.