The colors out of space (multi-faction-ish exploration event?)

Jared

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Ra: "Oh my..... what monster could have caused this?"
Captain: "We should get moving, we don't want to find ourselves in their position"
Ra: "No we must go looking, maybe we can figure something out."
Captain: "If there alive im sure they escaped, we can not sit her and let what happened to them happen to us, we need to move"
Ra: "Fine, keep moving, but keep an eye out for their shuttle"

The fleet moves away from the wreckage and continue on their mission.

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Jared
And deeper they go, through the veils of darkness and occasional small schools of bleached fish, which immediately scatter as soon as they enter the visual range, until a trail of some sort caught their attention.

A line of unknown gasses and debris formed a perpendicular line from their path, just like the trail of breadcrumbs for Hansel and Gretel, perhaps it could lead them to the missing shuttle from Ra's station, or reveal yet another unknown to the fleet, be it hostile or friendly.

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HMS_Hood (the anomaly now stretches far beyond Parendem Beta, including several nearby systems as well, but no biggie)
Curious enough, the surroundings absorbed more kinetic force than expected, allowing the Quattro di Picche to slow down without suffering from much of an impact, even to a near insensible level.

A brief system check reveals that all detection methods are almost useless, with ranges rivaling mere visual confirmation. But surprisingly, floodlights for docking use prove to be effective at broadening the view range, or at least, it feels that way with almost no object for comparison.

According to the pre-existing star chart, they should be within one of the star systems near the actual Parendem Beta. Known to house an independent trading hub for both legal and outlaw transactions and thus nicknamed as "the Styx" by both sides. But, the planned route of the missing merchant ship intersects with presumably, deeper parts of the anomaly, so it is up for the captain to decide whether to take the detour, or buy as much time as possible to investigate the whereabouts of the friendly trading vessel.

HMS_Hood

Dumb
(My bad, My bad.)
Captain Berganmini would order the ship's speed back to FLK Ahead after the ship would safely settle into the drag caused by the Anomaly. Due to the ship's comically large powerplant, they would achieve a speed of about 28 Knots.

Captain Berganmini would look out of the Command bridge towards his ship, almost, nostalgically. He would turn to the man at his right and remark to him. "You know... this reminds me of my time on the Nuova Roma.. a fine ship she was.." Captain Beranmini would turn back towards the windows, looking at the bow of his ship, gripping his armrest wishfully. "It's like a night action at sea..."
Mr. Berganmini would snap out of his nostalgic stupor. "Open up the searchlights, and man the Compass Deck.."

Just as Berganmini had asked, the Searchlights would power on, and men would rush to the Compas deck, manning the Backup optical systems present on most ships in the Marina Della Nazione. The Optical rangefinders sprung into life, as did lookouts scattered around the ship, searching the abyss for anything of interest with binoculars.

*Captian Berganmini would continue to steer his ship towards the Missing Container ship, it was best not to linger in such a precarious location with such odd circumstances. Though he would order the navigator to mark down their point of entry, in case they got lost, and that of where the Styx are. If they had extra time upon saving their Container ship, it may prove beneficial to investigate how the Styx have responded to such odd changes.

Jared

Dumb
A drone is launched to collect this unknown gas and brought back to figure out what it is
The fleet fallows the trail while staying outside of the gas

Dumb

HMS_Hood
After a while of venturing forward, a white band, presumably some sort of gas, comes into view and simply lingers there, intersecting with the path. It is unknown to whichever side being the origin and the extension as either ends, at least for whats displayed within the visual field, is of similar degree in terms of dispersion. Charting down the relative location of such phenomenon, the ship continue to go towards the last known route of the missing cargo ship.
Soon enough, they finally arrive to the first point-of-interest, a privatized trading station for cargo transitioning between trade lines and a place for traders to resupply and refresh themselves in midst of long journeys. It is also the last place where the friendly merchant docked and left before the report regarding the oddity, which may help in finding the whereabouts of the container ship instead of going blindly into the darkness towards the last reported location. Slowly, the searchlights illuminate the bleak exterior of the station, showing....nothing out of the ordinary really, no visible damage across the hull, but no response from the station either, not even a flickering light from the glasses or transmission even at ranges where the collision alarm of the ship starts blaring, and while most of the external facilities like pd guns and gantries are still powered, they doesn't seem to respond to the ship's existence either. A bit further ahead, where the hanger bay is located, all the reserved shuttles are still present, which means that the station probably didn't come under attack, or perhaps, didn't come under perceivable attack which would cause the station crew to flee. Regardless, everything can be answered with an investigation, that is if Captain Berganmini would risk it.

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Jared
78% nitrogen, 20% oxygen, with a considerable amount of water vapor, the usual composition of breathable air, thus easily deduced that this train is caused by a leak of some sort, on something thats most likely human-origin. Now the problem is, would this be Ra's shuttle? or some other remnants from Parendam Beta? or even additional visitors like themselves who came from elsewhere to investigate the anomaly?

HMS_Hood

Dumb
Captian Berganmini would order the ship's weaponry onto standby, just in case any of the station's weaponry was more active than they had thought. Captian Berganmini would raise the signal for the complement of Marines aboard his ship, Which contained an entire brigade of men, however, he would only send 16 men into action to board the station. They consisted of a Heavy Weapons squad, a squad of combat engineers, and finally, a group of riflemen.

the Light cruiser Quattro di Picche's fighter bay would launch a dropship, cruise up to the docking port, and attempt to lock to it. But as this would most likely require action from the bridge, the dropship wouldn't 'dock' to the port. But use the much more forced action of magnetically locking to the port, opening the doors on their side of the port, and then using an oxyacetylene cutting torch, slice their way into the station. First Lt. William, or Wilbur and the men called him, would turn to the men under his command. "Lads, we may not know what may happen, or if you will all survive, but, we better get some medals for this shite..." Lt. Wilbur would pull back the bolt on his Submachine Gun, and storm into the station, ready to gun anything down that might've jumped out at him to attack

Jared

Dumb
The fleet sends in the drone fully into the gas and see what’s effects it has on the drone, while they do this the keep fallowing along this gas

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HMS_Hood
(maybe a bit too early to say things like that XD)
Immediately through the sliced airlock is a surprisingly tidy passeger boarding bridge, no random corpes, no misplaced itsems, just a clear view towards the station interior with potted plants and supporting pylons on both sides of the walkway, all seems suitable to be temporary covers. Going through the bridge, the group find themselves in the messhall, filled with tables, chairs, even a bar in the middle, plates of unfinished food and drinks still situates on assorted tables, but no one seems to be around, not even a single individual.

After looking around briefly, they successfully find the interior map for the station. The station forms the shape resembling a horseshoe with paths extending outwards. Where they are currently at is the lower part of the exterior arc, consisting of the bar and connecting to four different boarding bridges and their respective docking ports, the right arm of the station would be where people sort out the documents be it for passing goods to another trade line or replenishing essentials, with a path extending to four different rooms, all reserved for employees of the station, while on the other arm there is the the stairs to both the upper and lower floor, consisting the reactor for the bottom, and the control terminal for the top.

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Jared
Apart from some minor icing on the drone's surface, nothing particularly interesting does the gas trail offers. After several minutes of following, the faint exterior of a gigantic structure slowly enters within view. It seems to be a badly injured station, tumbling uncontrollably while suffering from multiple breaches which causes the gas trail. Several boxy structure are spotted on the surface as well, resembling some sort of missile silos judging from its array of empty holes sorted like a honeycomb.

HMS_Hood

Dumb (fair enough)
one of the marines, a combat engineer, would jump over the bar, grab a bottle of gin, and then re-group with the rest of the men. Lt. Wilbur would radio to Captian Berganmini that the landing had gone without trouble. There were no signs of life, hostile or otherwise, nor an evacuation. The station was just empty. He also conveyed the good news that a bottle of gin was waiting for him upon their return.

Wilbur would have the men fan out and search the station, moving up toward the station's centre, and he'd send the combat engineers to try and bring back on the life support systems/lights if they were offline, as the marines and the heavy weapons squad would move up toward the centre, they'd nick anything of value, or that could be used to explain why this now erie station had gone dark.

Jared

Dumb
The fleet moves closer to get a better look of the station, once close enough they launch a small sphere at it, this sphere projects a gravity field around it to try and slow it down and hopefully slow or stop the spinning

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Jared (gravity field in an environment close to underwater...)
The attempt is useful to a certain degree, as the rotation decrease to a reasonable level, and continues to slow down. Judging from the lack of any response, perhaps the station is already devoided of operating personnel, one way or another, but maybe the data contained within the station or what remains of the station would be useful to their adventure.

Jared

Dumb
a small ship makes its way over, accompanying it fallows a small drone to get a closer look and try to make their way into the station

Dumb

Jared
Not much can be made from the outside. Radiation-proof windows, while being a standard for most civilian space structures as an easy way to prevent crews from getting radiation poisoning, also prohibits most observation into the interiors...or perhaps the breach had already filled the inside of the station with the anomalous liquid-y environment as on the outside.
Entering from one of the larger breaches and revealing the interior, which although is quite chaotic but generally still within understandable levels of chaos. A few deceased bodies and paperwork floats around, with two individual-sized airlocks on either side of the breached compartment, nothing too fancy.

Jared

Dumb
The small drone being similar size to a human makes its way into the station and towards the airlock, meanwhile the other ship goes around the station scanning it to find anything around it before making its way back to the ship it departed from

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Jared
The airlock is quite hard to open through normal means due to the difference in pressure, but the drone simply cranks open with hydrallics and manages to enter, but causing part of the anomaly to flood into the structure as well. The interiors are surprisingly well kept, although opening the airlock caused a mess around with ornaments littered everywhere as well as a big puddle seeping into the red carpet, on the far end of the straight corridor pieces of vases and decoration pillars are still situated on two sides of the path uniformly, with the walls and ceiling opting for a western royal look, featuring chandeliers and a bit too shiny for daily living... which is quite peculiar for a damaged station, be it for the choice of aesthetics or the quality that such aesthetics are kept in.

As for the ship, aside from an additional few gashes on the hull, with more gas, as well as other contents, leaking out, there aren't any other note-worthy objects around the station.

Jared

Dumb
The done moves forwards peeking into any rooms along the hallway looking for anything note worth, as it goes along the drone calls out for anyone
Drone "Hello? is anyone there?"

The ships outside await for any discoveries from the drone

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Jared
(can't decide on something, so lets have a roll)

1d2=[1]

(alright then)
The robotic voice echos along the corridor to no avail, but there seem to be several rooms on the side, but most are completely empty with only white solid walls, being so bland to a certain point it is almost being in a completely different place from the glamorous corridor. Upon the last one, it finally resembles more like a real room, with a moderate-sized bed, independent bathroom, and toilet, as well as a vanity table with several drawers for storage. Everything exteriorly looks fine, but the interior of the drawers seems to be occupied by some peculiar slimy and sticky substance in addition to the original content.
Finally manages to isolate the contents from the substance, the drone successfully fished out a damped notebook, as well as several pictures of humanoid individuals, possibly inhabitants of the station itself.
There is still one last entrance that the drone hasn't searched yet, located at the end of the corridor.

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HMS_Hood (question: what is the first rule not to do if you are partaking in a horror movie?)
The group fanned out, each on their own task, and the combat engineers going to the lower floor to try and see what's wrong with the energy supply. After a while the ones responsible for the nearest rooms return with no contacts and a handful of paperwork as well as various trinkets, indicating that the friendly merchant had indeed docked in the station, but there doesn't seem to be a leave record for the merchant...in fact, the paperwork are all for documenting docking permits of various ships and with no leaving entries. Perhaps they are stored digitally in the terminal?
Before the group on the middle floor can make a move, a cry out originates from the lower floor...

Jared

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(Sorry for late reply, been busy with things)
The drone collects a sample of the unknown substance inside the draw, and makes scanned copies of the pictures and notebook before collecting them and sending the copies to the science ship, once compleated it move onto the last room.