Train for war, fight for peace.

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?

- The bridge is haunted ?

- More importantly, what’s going and why is my first mate in the walls ?

>> But I do know im not touching IPS-N caffiene pills again. They're why im in the walls.

>> [ Begin transmission feed ]

( Yarrow's helmet cam shows a tangled mess of wires, braces, zip ties, and manic scribbling, all barely illuminated by his headlamp )

" So uh, yeah. Im a little stuck"

( Faintly, over the thrum of the Leviathan's engines, a set of inexplicable voices sing through, faint yet perfectly distant. Equal parts harmonic attunement and vivid debate, somehow being both in agreement and opposed in the same breath )

"No clue what that is. Doesn't sound like crew, or boarders, or really, anything else I know."

( Sparks fly as Yarrow adjusts himself and he touches two uninsulated wires together )

- Hai, Radha, much experience with unmounted combat drills ? I want you two down in the engine room in case we do have stowaways.

- I’ll go find my old breaching kit, rondevous as close to First Mate’s position as possible once you’ve cleared your sweep

I am fluent in four million forms of kicking ass

- I’ve got the cutter, Janissary, I need you to trust me, and stay *exceptionally* still

[ Wires spark ]

>> RIGHT. Still.

>> Heading your way. Sensors to maximum.

>> I have never fought a "byte ghoul". I assume thay is some type of HORUS weapon system.

[some kind of Power tool can be heard charging]

- Byte ghoul - old type of memetic weapon, imagine an angry virus with a hardlight projected body.

[she sounds, distracted, half with the tool, half somewhere Else]

- Designed to take over the body, and [grunts of effort], use it while trapping the mind

- But I doubt it’s one of those. They were… hunted.

- And I’m sure [something akin to a small jet engine roars to life] our dear Yarrow is a victim of caffine, not a horrifying relic

- Do stay still dear, we dont want to lose any of you

[She begins to lower the antiquated cutting torch to the plating]

>> She is. Stay still and quiet.

( Clad stalks the halls near the engine bay, sensors blasting every measurable data stream from radar to seismic to x-ray, yet come back confoundingly blank. )

>> Captain, this may have been a technical error on the part of Yarrow's equipment. I cannot detect any--

( He pauses, a voice, no , at least three come trickling into his sensors. Directional microphones swivel to trace, but seem to pick it up from no particular direction at once. )

- …Many more, many many more of us than you

- Head’s up Clad, don’t go punching too many holes or jumping at shadows.

- As for you Yarrow, how’s the heat ? I Think I’m giving you enough space but these plates… Clad did a good job is all I’ll say.

>> Its not comfortable l, but I'm surviving. Nothings glowing on this side yet.

>> Hopefully it gives before I do.

>> You will survive. My calculations estimate it will be no worse than when we redlined for 9 hours straight.

>> .... That was awful.

>> It was necessary.

( Clad continues stalking the corridors, chasing every whisper as the music continues to sing from every direction. Corridors: nothing. Vents: nothing. Whatever these voices are, they are damnably well hidden. Clad's emotions get the better of him, and he activates his speakers)

- eh, I trust him to keep himself level

- at some point though, I've got to buy you a drink and get some strories out of you, they sound... interesting at least

>> Hey, uh. You're close. I see your cut. Watch your path on the upper line, there's a pipe that's not labeled, but its bright red and obviously pressurized. I dont wanna find out what that is.

>> Red lines are standard markings for fuel or other combustible. Please mark as 'hazardous' while you are there, Yarrow.

>> Yeah. Sure. Once im out of the shock spaghetti ill do that.

( Yarrow makes a mental note to do so, followed by recorded one through his neural interface. At least he doesn't have to move to think. Meanwhile...)

"You whispering things, what cowards are you to speak words with no faces?"

( Clad clears a corner, having now circled back towards the CIC from the reactor. He is met with a cloud of colored dots, drifting and pulsing in the corridor )

>> Captain, I have possible contact with a paracausal entity, section---

( The orbs, like moths to flame, flutter towards him as he clicks on his radio. Some sprout lines, others turn hollow, others merge to make sets of 2, 4, more. Symbols of archaic yet artistic nature. They each pulse with tone and tenor as they drift onto his chassis, then into it his comms are flooded with otherworldly music, an amalgam of voices discordant yet whole.)

>> Download: GuidoArezzo.omf

( Clad's HUD flickers as the file downloads, opens, and sheets of music form and fill across his vision. It gets through roughly 2 lines before he activates countermeasures)

"Not today. Not to me."

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?

- The bridge is haunted ?

- More importantly, what’s going and why is my first mate in the walls ?

>> But I do know im not touching IPS-N caffiene pills again. They're why im in the walls.

>> [ Begin transmission feed ]

( Yarrow's helmet cam shows a tangled mess of wires, braces, zip ties, and manic scribbling, all barely illuminated by his headlamp )

" So uh, yeah. Im a little stuck"

( Faintly, over the thrum of the Leviathan's engines, a set of inexplicable voices sing through, faint yet perfectly distant. Equal parts harmonic attunement and vivid debate, somehow being both in agreement and opposed in the same breath )

"No clue what that is. Doesn't sound like crew, or boarders, or really, anything else I know."

( Sparks fly as Yarrow adjusts himself and he touches two uninsulated wires together )

- Hai, Radha, much experience with unmounted combat drills ? I want you two down in the engine room in case we do have stowaways.

- I’ll go find my old breaching kit, rondevous as close to First Mate’s position as possible once you’ve cleared your sweep

I am fluent in four million forms of kicking ass

- I’ve got the cutter, Janissary, I need you to trust me, and stay *exceptionally* still

[ Wires spark ]

>> RIGHT. Still.

>> Heading your way. Sensors to maximum.

>> I have never fought a "byte ghoul". I assume thay is some type of HORUS weapon system.

[some kind of Power tool can be heard charging]

- Byte ghoul - old type of memetic weapon, imagine an angry virus with a hardlight projected body.

[she sounds, distracted, half with the tool, half somewhere Else]

- Designed to take over the body, and [grunts of effort], use it while trapping the mind

- But I doubt it’s one of those. They were… hunted.

- And I’m sure [something akin to a small jet engine roars to life] our dear Yarrow is a victim of caffine, not a horrifying relic

- Do stay still dear, we dont want to lose any of you

[She begins to lower the antiquated cutting torch to the plating]

>> She is. Stay still and quiet.

( Clad stalks the halls near the engine bay, sensors blasting every measurable data stream from radar to seismic to x-ray, yet come back confoundingly blank. )

>> Captain, this may have been a technical error on the part of Yarrow's equipment. I cannot detect any--

( He pauses, a voice, no , at least three come trickling into his sensors. Directional microphones swivel to trace, but seem to pick it up from no particular direction at once. )

- …Many more, many many more of us than you

- Head’s up Clad, don’t go punching too many holes or jumping at shadows.

- As for you Yarrow, how’s the heat ? I Think I’m giving you enough space but these plates… Clad did a good job is all I’ll say.

>> Its not comfortable l, but I'm surviving. Nothings glowing on this side yet.

>> Hopefully it gives before I do.

>> You will survive. My calculations estimate it will be no worse than when we redlined for 9 hours straight.

>> .... That was awful.

>> It was necessary.

( Clad continues stalking the corridors, chasing every whisper as the music continues to sing from every direction. Corridors: nothing. Vents: nothing. Whatever these voices are, they are damnably well hidden. Clad's emotions get the better of him, and he activates his speakers)

- eh, I trust him to keep himself level

- at some point though, I've got to buy you a drink and get some strories out of you, they sound... interesting at least

>> Hey, uh. You're close. I see your cut. Watch your path on the upper line, there's a pipe that's not labeled, but its bright red and obviously pressurized. I dont wanna find out what that is.

>> Red lines are standard markings for fuel or other combustible. Please mark as 'hazardous' while you are there, Yarrow.

>> Yeah. Sure. Once im out of the shock spaghetti ill do that.

( Yarrow makes a mental note to do so, followed by recorded one through his neural interface. At least he doesn't have to move to think. Meanwhile...)

"You whispering things, what cowards are you to speak words with no faces?"

( Clad clears a corner, having now circled back towards the CIC from the reactor. He is met with a cloud of colored dots, drifting and pulsing in the corridor )

>> Captain, I have possible contact with a paracausal entity, section---

( The orbs, like moths to flame, flutter towards him as he clicks on his radio. Some sprout lines, others turn hollow, others merge to make sets of 2, 4, more. Symbols of archaic yet artistic nature. They each pulse with tone and tenor as they drift onto his chassis, then into it his comms are flooded with otherworldly music, an amalgam of voices discordant yet whole.)

>> Download: GuidoArezzo.omf

( Clad's HUD flickers as the file downloads, opens, and sheets of music form and fill across his vision. It gets through roughly 2 lines before he activates countermeasures)

"Not today. Not to me."

Okay. I need to make my own art for Clad. But I'm no artist, and I need motivation.

If this post gets 100 notes ill make (and post) my poor attempt of art of Clad.

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?

- The bridge is haunted ?

- More importantly, what’s going and why is my first mate in the walls ?

>> But I do know im not touching IPS-N caffiene pills again. They're why im in the walls.

>> [ Begin transmission feed ]

( Yarrow's helmet cam shows a tangled mess of wires, braces, zip ties, and manic scribbling, all barely illuminated by his headlamp )

" So uh, yeah. Im a little stuck"

( Faintly, over the thrum of the Leviathan's engines, a set of inexplicable voices sing through, faint yet perfectly distant. Equal parts harmonic attunement and vivid debate, somehow being both in agreement and opposed in the same breath )

"No clue what that is. Doesn't sound like crew, or boarders, or really, anything else I know."

( Sparks fly as Yarrow adjusts himself and he touches two uninsulated wires together )

- Hai, Radha, much experience with unmounted combat drills ? I want you two down in the engine room in case we do have stowaways.

- I’ll go find my old breaching kit, rondevous as close to First Mate’s position as possible once you’ve cleared your sweep

I am fluent in four million forms of kicking ass

- I’ve got the cutter, Janissary, I need you to trust me, and stay *exceptionally* still

[ Wires spark ]

>> RIGHT. Still.

>> Heading your way. Sensors to maximum.

>> I have never fought a "byte ghoul". I assume thay is some type of HORUS weapon system.

[some kind of Power tool can be heard charging]

- Byte ghoul - old type of memetic weapon, imagine an angry virus with a hardlight projected body.

[she sounds, distracted, half with the tool, half somewhere Else]

- Designed to take over the body, and [grunts of effort], use it while trapping the mind

- But I doubt it’s one of those. They were… hunted.

- And I’m sure [something akin to a small jet engine roars to life] our dear Yarrow is a victim of caffine, not a horrifying relic

- Do stay still dear, we dont want to lose any of you

[She begins to lower the antiquated cutting torch to the plating]

>> She is. Stay still and quiet.

( Clad stalks the halls near the engine bay, sensors blasting every measurable data stream from radar to seismic to x-ray, yet come back confoundingly blank. )

>> Captain, this may have been a technical error on the part of Yarrow's equipment. I cannot detect any--

( He pauses, a voice, no , at least three come trickling into his sensors. Directional microphones swivel to trace, but seem to pick it up from no particular direction at once. )

- …Many more, many many more of us than you

- Head’s up Clad, don’t go punching too many holes or jumping at shadows.

- As for you Yarrow, how’s the heat ? I Think I’m giving you enough space but these plates… Clad did a good job is all I’ll say.

>> Its not comfortable l, but I'm surviving. Nothings glowing on this side yet.

>> Hopefully it gives before I do.

>> You will survive. My calculations estimate it will be no worse than when we redlined for 9 hours straight.

>> .... That was awful.

>> It was necessary.

( Clad continues stalking the corridors, chasing every whisper as the music continues to sing from every direction. Corridors: nothing. Vents: nothing. Whatever these voices are, they are damnably well hidden. Clad's emotions get the better of him, and he activates his speakers)

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?

- The bridge is haunted ?

- More importantly, what’s going and why is my first mate in the walls ?

>> But I do know im not touching IPS-N caffiene pills again. They're why im in the walls.

>> [ Begin transmission feed ]

( Yarrow's helmet cam shows a tangled mess of wires, braces, zip ties, and manic scribbling, all barely illuminated by his headlamp )

" So uh, yeah. Im a little stuck"

( Faintly, over the thrum of the Leviathan's engines, a set of inexplicable voices sing through, faint yet perfectly distant. Equal parts harmonic attunement and vivid debate, somehow being both in agreement and opposed in the same breath )

"No clue what that is. Doesn't sound like crew, or boarders, or really, anything else I know."

( Sparks fly as Yarrow adjusts himself and he touches two uninsulated wires together )

- Hai, Radha, much experience with unmounted combat drills ? I want you two down in the engine room in case we do have stowaways.

- I’ll go find my old breaching kit, rondevous as close to First Mate’s position as possible once you’ve cleared your sweep

I am fluent in four million forms of kicking ass

- I’ve got the cutter, Janissary, I need you to trust me, and stay *exceptionally* still

[ Wires spark ]

>> RIGHT. Still.

>> Heading your way. Sensors to maximum.

>> I have never fought a "byte ghoul". I assume thay is some type of HORUS weapon system.

[some kind of Power tool can be heard charging]

- Byte ghoul - old type of memetic weapon, imagine an angry virus with a hardlight projected body.

[she sounds, distracted, half with the tool, half somewhere Else]

- Designed to take over the body, and [grunts of effort], use it while trapping the mind

- But I doubt it’s one of those. They were… hunted.

- And I’m sure [something akin to a small jet engine roars to life] our dear Yarrow is a victim of caffine, not a horrifying relic

- Do stay still dear, we dont want to lose any of you

[She begins to lower the antiquated cutting torch to the plating]

>> She is. Stay still and quiet.

( Clad stalks the halls near the engine bay, sensors blasting every measurable data stream from radar to seismic to x-ray, yet come back confoundingly blank. )

>> Captain, this may have been a technical error on the part of Yarrow's equipment. I cannot detect any--

( He pauses, a voice, no , at least three come trickling into his sensors. Directional microphones swivel to trace, but seem to pick it up from no particular direction at once. )

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?

- The bridge is haunted ?

- More importantly, what’s going and why is my first mate in the walls ?

>> But I do know im not touching IPS-N caffiene pills again. They're why im in the walls.

>> [ Begin transmission feed ]

( Yarrow's helmet cam shows a tangled mess of wires, braces, zip ties, and manic scribbling, all barely illuminated by his headlamp )

" So uh, yeah. Im a little stuck"

( Faintly, over the thrum of the Leviathan's engines, a set of inexplicable voices sing through, faint yet perfectly distant. Equal parts harmonic attunement and vivid debate, somehow being both in agreement and opposed in the same breath )

"No clue what that is. Doesn't sound like crew, or boarders, or really, anything else I know."

( Sparks fly as Yarrow adjusts himself and he touches two uninsulated wires together )

- Hai, Radha, much experience with unmounted combat drills ? I want you two down in the engine room in case we do have stowaways.

- I’ll go find my old breaching kit, rondevous as close to First Mate’s position as possible once you’ve cleared your sweep

I am fluent in four million forms of kicking ass

- I’ve got the cutter, Janissary, I need you to trust me, and stay *exceptionally* still

[ Wires spark ]

>> RIGHT. Still.

>> Heading your way. Sensors to maximum.

>> I have never fought a "byte ghoul". I assume thay is some type of HORUS weapon system.

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?

- The bridge is haunted ?

- More importantly, what’s going and why is my first mate in the walls ?

>> But I do know im not touching IPS-N caffiene pills again. They're why im in the walls.

>> [ Begin transmission feed ]

( Yarrow's helmet cam shows a tangled mess of wires, braces, zip ties, and manic scribbling, all barely illuminated by his headlamp )

" So uh, yeah. Im a little stuck"

( Faintly, over the thrum of the Leviathan's engines, a set of inexplicable voices sing through, faint yet perfectly distant. Equal parts harmonic attunement and vivid debate, somehow being both in agreement and opposed in the same breath )

"No clue what that is. Doesn't sound like crew, or boarders, or really, anything else I know."

( Sparks fly as Yarrow adjusts himself and he touches two uninsulated wires together )

>> Its Yarrow.

>> Im.... stuck in the walls.

>> Judging by the sound, im somewhere near the engine room, maybe?

>> But there's a weird set of voices in the walls. Almost musical.

>> Anyways. Can you come get me?

// Yarrow \\

Ok, first of all, how, I go In there regularly without even getting my long ass hair stuck.

Second of all, yeah. It's gonna be a mission since I'm pretty sure Clad would fire the Banshee, parry it, and ricochet it directly Into my cranium if I took plasma cutter to his handiwork.

>> The wiring here is a mess. I dont know if it was like that before I got here, but Im stuck in a rainbow web of sparky bits.

>> ...is that.... singing?