Drakador_Chaos
The android opens to door to the room opposite that which the ship landed in, as the others, it is dark, and devoid of any contents. There is a soft noise behind the machine.
"They're all empty, this joint's dry as a bone."
The machine turns to see... a rather out of place figure, humanoid, clad in a trenchcoat and black trousers, it's face invisible in the shade of the hat's brim, despite the machine's advanced sensors.
"This used to be a storage wing, spares for maintainance, but it's been so long they don't have any spares to store. No Legion supply ships now, guess they don't need this rock no more."
The man speaks in a gravely voice, his hands plunged firmly in his coat pockets, all that can be seen of his face two glints of eyes.
"Special Officer Vincent Paterson of the acausal investigations division. Who are you, and what might you be doing here."
The figure flashes some kind of ID card at the machine before plunging it's hand back into it's pocket, it stands there, staring at the android.
gearshift48
The blocky corvette is obviously not meant to be landed, it has no landing gear and is resting on it's hull plating, tipped slightly forward. The five do however see there is an open airlock, and within easy reach of them, which they climb into.
The interior of the ship is dark, as everywhere else here seemingly, debris cluttering the hallway they enter, the ship seems to have been in an engagement of some sort, and has taken damage to it's internals, it appears this was not visible from the outside as the damage seems to have mostly been ventral to dorsal, traveling upward through the ship.
There is a dark green shape slumped on the floor at the end of the corridor, it doesn't look humanoid, but it looks organic.
Amazing_Goob
The pistol has likewise emptied it's clip, and will require recharging or a new clip before it can be used, as will the rifle.
Fort_Master_Gustav Amazing_Goob
The doors slowly slide apart, revealing a dark corridor, that appears to end in another door, at the mid point there is a crossroads, where the corridor branches off in either direction.
RandomCommander
The Overseer walks to the door at the end of the hangar, and upon reaching it one of the drones steps forward, extending four pins from four of it's fingers and inserting them into a panel set into the wall by the door. Shortly the door parts, revealing a dark corridor that ends in another door, with a crossroads at it's mid point, 4MN strides into the corridor, turning left at the crossroads, they walk for some time, passing more corridors always intersecting the one they are walking down, until at the 5th intersection 4MN turns to the right, stopping in front of another door which the drone steps forward to open again.
The room beyond is another hangar, the one that could be seen half open from outside, it's interior is cluttered with ships, many different designs and sizes under one roof in various states of degradation, these do not appear to be Ever Legion designs, and their design styles vary, from sleek shuttlecraft to solar sailboats, and even a large military looking corvette sized vessel with a blocky grey hull. 4MN points at them.
---Salvage from the defence systems, organics poking their noses in often get them sliced off. Mainframe SOVP does not listen to offers of surrender. You may use any scrap here as raw materials, I will call my drones.---
dafeeeeeeeeeesh
The AI does not reply, not in words anyway. There is a muffled booming, and a stasis round whips over L's head, followed by several more, though it's angle of fire is minimal, and soon L can duck down into the hangar. The hangar contains a huge framework for supporting some kind of craft, probably a cruiser like the one that was just firing at him, and at the end of the hangar there is a raised platform with three doors on it, he spies two figures standing on the platform, one clad in red, the other in grey.
Fort_Master_Gustav
The wolf-man senses movement as he is about to enter the corridor ahead of him, someone has just entered the hangar, and appears to be flying at high velocity.