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Jared
The hanger door closed behind them, and slowly, the surroundings seem to slowly get increasingly brighter, as if a dark filter getting removed...or perhaps more suitably, "drained". Some residual can be spotted on the bottom surface for a brief second, looking like droplets of mass before disappearing into some crevices which probably is the drainage system.
Suddenly, a booming voice filled the space, even audible from inside the space shuttle, coming from a rather bad quality mic it seems judging from the raspiness of the sound.
"Heyo, welcome to the Sanctuary...at least that's what we call ourselves...what are you, and where do you come from?"
"What are you"...such a weird question to be asking a complete stranger...but perhaps it is related to what they had experienced so far?

    Dumb
    The hatch under the shuttle drops down and walks out two humanoid figures in what seems to be basic military uniforms walk out both carrying a rife of sorts, one takes off his helmet
    Solder 1 "Hello, I am Sargent Dimitri Davinichsky A Citizen of the Terran Citizens Union, we received news of strange disappearances in this area and were sent to investigate. Do you have any information you can give us so we can better understand where we are and what happened?"
    The second figure, standing quite a bit taller is looking around, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, on its shoulders what looks like a small robotic arm with some sort of camera also scans the room their in

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      Dumb
      The ship continues to advance forward as it cuts through space like the seas. Sailing forward into the unknown area. It's own pings of detection being let loose from the large dish modified upon top.

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        Jared
        Although the interiors look pretty organized and standard for a normal hanger, they are composed mostly just components on standard spaceship hulls, but also with a percentage of some unknown matters... they all plastered together in an unorganized fashion and forming walls and floors, almost as if it is made with haste and gets reinforced over time.
        The booming voice, waited a bit after the response, finally start voicing up again.
        "Well...humanoids eh?...and you didn't flop around even after draining those DSF...alright then, guess you really ain't those things. Welcome abroad-"
        Linked with a pair of ladders on the two sides, a feminine figure appears on the platform overhead, looking down on the bunch.
        "We shall have a chat over in the conference room, follow me."

        kola2134

        Encounter rolls shall start if continue to advance

        Regardless of how streamlined the ship is, as soon as the cruiser entered the perimeter, speed is immediately locked onto 1/4 of its original output, and while the pings still can reach its standard range, the speed of receiving each ping has drastically decreased compared to previous results. Nonetheless, with most other detection methods failing to even be useful, ping echoing would have to do for now.

        Dumb
        6 more men, 5 of them seem to be solders like the first two, but one is holstering a smaller weapon and is carrying a large back pack, like with the test figure, it tool is tall, and also has a robotic arm mounded on its shoulder.
        Sargent "Very well, I hope you don't mind some extra company."
        The 8 fallow the lady.

          Jared
          "My name is Xar, the XO of this vess...station."
          Noticing the group has made their way up to the platform and following her, She turns around and went through the door, speaking while walking along the corridor.
          "This "Sancturary" was a former battleship, a fully capable vessel that went through countless hardships."
          Tuffs of white hair danced in the air as she walks, and her facial appearance was weathered by sheer time and challenges. Her left eye remains closed, and a massive scar streaked vertically perpendicular to the eyebrows and the closed eyelids, but her remaining right eye still gleams with such energy it almost doesn't fit the individual at all.
          "But for some unknown reasons, during our last refueling over in Parendam Beta, something went wrong..."
          After walking for quite some time, she stops in front of a door, pulling out her id card and revealing a lounge of sorts, bookcases filled with books settled on the two sides, and a set of sofas and table in the middle, and on the far end, a small open kitchen.
          "Make yourselves comfortable, anything that you guys may want to drink?"

            Dumb
            The group fallows Xar into the room, The solders stay to the side of the room, looking at a few of the book's however not touching them.
            Dimitri "I'll take some whisky on the rocks will be fine for me. Men if you want anything speak now"
            The other solders decline the generous offer, however one of the Taller figures steps up beside the Sargent and takes off his helmet as well, he is visibly a different species then the Human Sargent
            Scientist "I'm fine, thank you for the offer. I am Ra sister of Senla, I was sent over to figure out what is going on here, mind telling us more about whatever you know? Only thing we have been able to uncover so far is we are in what can best be described is a ocean, and there are.... living creatures?"
            Dimitri "And who is "they" that you spoke of earlier? should we prepare our weapons? and what are the best methods to avoid "them"?"

              Jared
              Xar remains silent, possibly pondering to answer which question first, while her hands work out the magic, elegantly pulling out an ice cube and start polishing it into a small ball, perfectly fit into a whisky tumbler before pouring whisky into it. She also decides to make a small cocktail for herself, before returning to the table and gently slides the tumbler over to Dimitri.
              "Well...to start it off, everything started back in Parendam Beta, but...we ain't sure what exactly happened, as far as we know, the space just begin to get filled up in these liquid-isk phenomena, which we nicknamed as Deep-Space-Fluid, as in its similar attribution with the deep sea fluid used commonly in early FTL travels."
              She takes a small sip of her drink before continuing.
              "These DSF isn't exactly a matter, as not even one particle can be spotted even under microscope, but it certainly behaves like non-newtonian fluids."
              She leans back with the cup in her hands.
              "As for living creatures, there was indeed something which we had met before, they are mostly just big white blobs charging at everything they see, and for some reason, their simple charging can even put a big dent on a fortified station. But recently there are rumors from my crew that there are..."more advanced" individuals, though I don't exactly know what they mean by that, you can ask them when they return if you want."
              "As for weapons and ways to avoid them, usually, it would be them who detects us before we do...assuming you are using some sort of displacement sonar., weapon-wise, we had tried beams and conventional kinetic weaponry, which all failed miserably. Energy-based ones usually just disperse to nothingness within a few meters, and shells just lose too much speed while traveling through the DSF, even through magnetic launchers and such. Fortunately, rockets and missiles seem to still work, albeit their speed is way slower than what they are meant for, but one gotta rely on whatever still works in order to survive."

                Dumb
                Ra "Interesting, by any chance do you have more information on this early way of FTL travel? and would some of the ships in this system use it?"
                Dimitri takes a sip from his drink before speaking
                Dimitri "And do you by chance have the Coordinates to Parendam Beta, would be best to know for sure where it is"

                  Jared
                  "Huh..."
                  Xar looked bewilderingly at Ra the scientist, but recovered almost immediately with another sip of her cocktail.
                  "well...during. early FTL, inertia dampeners haven't been developed yet, so in order to counter that inertia and avoid turning all crew into meat patties, a fluid called Deep Sea Fluid would fill up the cabins and the bridge before an FTL jump to help cushion the crew."
                  "And yes, some of us were using such methods as well, but not on this one at least."
                  "As for the coordinates...doubt that even works under such conditions, but sure I guess."
                  "Let's head to the bridge after this to get that, anything else you want to know?"

                    Dumb
                    Dimitri "Earlier you said we can ask further questions about the creatures they have seen when they returned? are they off on a mission somewhere? and if so how do you guys manage to travel through all of this?"

                      Jared
                      "...Although I really want to credit the skills of me and my buddies, it probably is just dumb luck, or humanity's amazing adaptability when it comes to preserving one's lives."
                      Xar swirl her glass, before gulping down whats left of her cocktail.
                      "Last one if you still got questions, its probably time for them to return."


                      Contact detected if >49
                      1d100=19

                      For the fleet waiting outside the station, everything remains dormant as ever.

                        Dumb
                        Dimitri “Thank you for answering what you can any little help is always appreciated”
                        Dimitri takes his last sip before placing the glass on the table

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                          Dumb
                          The ship shudders at the sudden cut in speed, the looks of perplexed crew as they look upon the charts and the screens at their stations. The operator of the 'radar' looking at the decrease in response from the pings. His hands moved to other parts of his station, trying each different form of radar sonar, or how ever one may call the number of different trials he attempted with all the different equipment. A sense of confusion as his eyes returned to watching the 'radar' station.
                          "Helm status."
                          the captain spoke out to a response flying back.
                          "Engines are still at full power, speed cut to quarter helm. Like were being pushed back or our output has been sapped."
                          "Engineering." The captain spoke before a chime beeped. "Run a report upon the reactor, make sure were not stressing it. And have a team check the engine connection and the other sub systems as well. Make sure were not leaking power."
                          The ship continued forward.

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                            Jared
                            "No problem, although we prefer living freely, we don't hold any grudges against official governments, not to mention this is not the time to sort out internal relationships."
                            Xar takes the two cups and puts them in the sink.
                            "Although, if possible, do tell us if you meet any other communicable parties, and keep our location in secret, as...well, let's just say I wish to play it safe."
                            With a thorough cleaning, the two glasses are settled on a drying rack, and Xar simply walks towards the entrance.
                            "Come on, it's time to see what they get this time."


                            Contact detected if >49
                            1d100=29

                            Still nothing unusual for the fleet's detection...

                            kola2134

                            ??? if >=960, ??? if >720, Space station if <240
                            1d1200=68
                            (Is this the same station?)
                            1d2=2

                            System checks show the standard result, and it is estimated that the slowing down is caused by an increase in sheer resistance instead of a decrease in output.
                            Shortly after, a distant blip is caught in the middle of an omnidirectional ping, showing an object of vast quantities, follow-up pings show the object remains in the same vector and doesn't seem to be moving on its own.

                            Dumb
                            Dimitri and Ra both stand up and begin fallowing with the solders lined up behind them.
                            Ra "Have any of you tried to leave here yet? or has that all been to no success?"

                              Jared
                              "As you may have noticed already, this ship is immobile right now due to...damage of the engine, and although we still have our warp drive, I reckon someone as smart as you can imagine what would happen if an object is unevenly accelerated in a high resistant environment."
                              Xar clasp her two hands together as if she is crushing a beer can.
                              "Of course, there are smaller vessels which may help drag this ship to exit this field, but that would expand our entire fuel storage and leave us a death sentence out there. Compare to those options, i would rather be staying here for the time being."


                              Contact detected if >49
                              1d100=89
                              ???
                              1d2=2

                              For the fleet waiting outside, a singular blip is detected, slowly closing towards the station. Its size is close to that of a small shuttle, and it doesn't seem to notice the fleet's presence.

                                Dumb
                                Dimitri "How many are on this ship? surely you'll have to abandon it at some point, rations will run out. and I would assume not flying under any government makes that difficult from time to time, what do you call yourselves anyways? Nomads?"

                                The ships outside are seen blinking coloured flashing lights at one another, nothing can be determined, they begin to move into a defensive position