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Red Music Rose
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The engineer is already collecting threads to fix his own suit. He stitches up the constructor’s sleeve in the meantime.
>Where did these arrows go again and where were we headed?
As an engineer, the arrows are just indicators of pumps and wires beneath the floorboards for repair and maintenance. It’s a bit different from ship to ship depending on which species designed the Czari. The gard recognizes it to be of xingast origin.
The giant door to the cargo hold is now unguarded, and is a possible route to journey further into the harvester after the interrogation. [>>963422]
The other two mercenaries round up the tripods and find a concealed shipping container to herd them in.
>When the next shift arrives
The eigo guesstimates from the notice letter she has found earlier [>>976342]. She passes this information to the imortan out of earshot of the hostages. “I don’t think there will be another shift for a while. According to the notice Veisar and I found, everyone is ordered to lock everything down. These workers were repairing a stuck door--perhaps the last shift before shutting everything out. And who knows when they’ll be found. But it may be for a long, long while. Let’s just get what we can and proceed in the cargo hold.”
>Interrogate them for enemy positions and textile stockpiles
Once the last naked worker is nudged inside the container, the manipulator begins. “Alright, I’m going to make this quick and I don’t have time for any bullshit. First; I need to know your crew’s positions patrolling throughout the Czari. And where you hold textile stockpiles and armories.”
“You’re asking the wrong guy, you gaunt bleater. We’re just repairmen! Let us go, we don’t know anything!”
“Yeah! And even if we did, we’d never tell you!”
“Shuddup, Erm! You’re not helping any of us with that tough guy talk!”
“Do your worst. We may be regular joes maintaining this floating dumpster, but you’ll be no match for what’s inside!”
“Now they’ll want to know what’s in store inside!”
“I mean... you know! Tough, top-of-the-line elite tripod warriors. C’mon! It’s not a secret. They’ll wipe the floor with you pests!”
“There’s a reason we’re just maintenance staff...”
The cleaner mutters with the manipulator and grins, “I’ll get them to talk for sure. I’ll make them sing like a nausagor choir! I’ll just need me a few minutes with them alone. And I’m sure we’ll get all the answers we need~”
How do the mercenaries proceed?
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