It certainly wasn't ideal in comparison to The Covenant’s other assets. The Achlys - An Arbiter. Needless to say, the ship was massive in scale. It had lumbered its way into Inverness following the turnover of The Andraste, operating at minimal functionality and with only a skeleton crew. When it arrived, shuttles loaded with engineers and drones alike began moving over to the vessel from the Citadel with orders to begin an analysis and restoration work immediately. Leviathan had already made himself at home, having hosted a meeting on the vessel only days prior. Since returning to the ship, he had set himself up inside the Captain's quarters, which - unlike on the Wraith, were far more utilitarian. When not there, he'd take an elevator up to the main bridge, which was an elongated platform surrounded by various work stations and several tons of armor plating and either instruct the teams from the command deck, or review updates and external matters from the connecting ready room. There was a lot of work to do, and a lot of ground to cover in order to do it.
Leviathan had found himself sitting at the desk within the ready room, sorting through a stack of datapads that an engineer had haphazardly piled up for him not ten minutes ago. It was a tedious and agitating process, picking through the datapads without knocking the tower of ready-status reports down. Meanwhile, Imogen had only just returned from her trip to Ousia, and boy, was she excited. She had actually hit her holowatch's storage capacity more than once - filling it up with quickly-crafted 3D architectural sketches and notes on ergonomic theory, separating the wheat from the chaff, deleting the garbage, and beginning the process again. Naturally, this ordeal was nothing compared to what she had put her bulkier, more advanced tablet PDA through.
As energizing as it all was, these few days had taken their toll on her. She was used to eating nothing but synth paste and drinking recycled H2O - she was originally from Leeds, after all - but the lack of showers, proper quarters, and, above all, any amount of light more than absolutely necessary to keep her, the one scientist, and two crew members onboard Ousia from bumping into each other or electrocuting themselves on unmaintained components left by the station's previous inhabitants, had visibly affected the young Bretonian. Despite her high spirits, it was hard for her to not bear a scowl, and indeed, she looked more like a transient than a Paladin of Auxesia. She needed a shower, a rest on a mattress, and to speak with the Keeper.
And so, she made her way to the Achlys, flashing appropriate identification where necessary and playing up her unpleasant scowl whenever a doorman took too long to verify her, until at last she made her way to the main bridge, whereupon she politely knocked on the wall just outside of the ready room. Nothing but smiles and deference when interrupting Leviathan at his work. He had a reputation, nowadays.
The moment she had knocked, Leviathan jumped. His elbow sent the tower of datapads toppling onto the floor with a clatter as he jolted his arm for his holster by reflex, which was then followed by an exasperated sigh. Overworking oneself had never been the best decision he made, especially for sanity’s sake. "Come in." Leviathan called out from the ready room. He was sat at the Captain’s desk, with two chairs opposite him for meetings with senior staff.
Imogen bit her lip on an attempt to silently suppress any other semi-voluntary nervous tics. She made her way in and wasted no time in gathering up some of the datapads from the floor, not even pausing as she gave Leviathan a deferential nod. Apologies were good and all, but she wanted to minimize how much time they spent on them. There were better things to be doing.
"Keeper," speaking as she tried to fix the mess she had caused, "things are looking good. All the essentials were already left behind and switched on for us at Ousia. Anything of special note, save what we've both already been briefed on, that might've been there was gone, which leaves us with the rare opportunity to treat Ousia as a blank canvas and arrange it to our needs, down to the last detail." She paused for a moment, and realized that she was again standing inside of exactly another such opportunity. Awkward? She definitely made it awkward when she set the small stack of datapads she had gathered back onto the desk and just kind of stared at Leviathan for a second. A little moment of uncomfortable humanity amidst the serious business.
"Thanks." He stated, nodding to the datapads nonchalantly. Leviathan gestured towards an empty chair across from him. It's pretty difficult to read someone who doesn't have a facial expression, yet his tone suggested indifference to the accident that was caused by his own negligence. "Make yourself comfortable." He offered. "Honestly had you not come along I probably would've had to suffer through reading through these ready reports." He tapped he pile of datapads gently. "Fingers crossed some of these broke."
Imogen recovered quickly, and half-forced a little laugh. Took her seat in, specifically, the chair he had gestured towards, and not the other one. Then she dove right back in, maybe misreading the situation a little by doing so. "So, in addition to what I had mentioned before, we'll need to focus more heavily on storage units than I had thought. When I say blank canvas, I do mean blank. The problem with this is that it requires more extensive radiation shielding, unless we don't mind our top minds munching on crisps that cause cancer. And, well, rad shielding is expensive. I know you said to go through logistics, but... I want to make sure that I'm not gonna, well, overstep, because there'll be a lot of budget requests going on, and that's before we even move in the gear-head, experimental physics shite."
Leviathan nodded along as she carried on with her report.. "Well, I'd advise contacting the Gammuians about radiation shielding. If anyone has any level of expertise, it would be them." He shifted in his seat momentarily. There were clear signs of slight discomfort, but they faded almost immediately. "As for the rest, you wouldn't be overstepping by taking initiative, Jau."
"Understood. I'm happy that you see it that way, Keeper." Again, she stopped for a moment, this time to be a little more observant. The most important part out of the way, she reflected briefly on the interaction thus far. "Had no luck delegating away the rubber-stamping, then?" She laughed, more sincerely this time than before.
Leviathan chuckled and shook his head. "No. I took the wheel on this one. I have to suffer through it." He replied.
"I'm sure I'll be feeling like you soon enough. Er, I don't know if this is the sort of thing people ask you much, but do you have any hobbies? For what little free time you might get, I mean." She asked.
"Hobbies?" Leviathan replied, sounding almost surprised. Is this some kind of joke? "No, not really. If I'm not working I'm either receiving maintenance or with Raven."
Jau nearly rolled her eyes. "Next you'll tell me that in these little moments of reprieve, no matter how brief, all you think about is those three things, too. Your mind doesn't wander to, I don't know, thoughts of buying a chess set or heading to the library in Ismara?"
"Sometimes.” Leviathan chuckled. “Then I get to thinking I've got too much down time. I used to like swimming."
"I bet that mask isn't waterproof though, huh." She looked Leviathan right in his artificial neon eyes and smiled, but just then her holowatch blinked. A gentle blue notification light. On, instantly off, instantly on again. Then it chilled out and slowly faded in and out, so as to not be too distracting after it had grabbed her attention. "Mmh. I guess I didn't have much more to say, Keeper. Is there anything that I can do for you while you're tied up in here, before I go see to the work orders?"
Leviathan laughed a little at her comment, then nodded. "Actually, yeah. Daniels hasn't reported in yet, and we need to get started on this analysis sooner rather than later. Think you could find him for me?"
"I can do that." She placed her hands on the desk, stood up, and pushed the chair back in with her foot as she got out of it. "Thank you for your time, Keeper Leviathan. Hopefully you'll have more of it soon."
"Too much down time, Imogen." He said jokingly, waving farewell. "Just have Daniels report in to me here."
Imogen nodded. "Will do." and she was off to look for Daniels, leaving Leviathan alone again in the bridge with the leaning tower of Achlys.
As the pilot plowed his way through the seemingly never-ending set of steel doors, Daniels opted to stop by one of the window panels at the elevator lift's entrance. He had never been on a monstrous capital ship of this size - much less in a real capital ship. His wide array of knowledge suggested to him that it was all probably nothing but a whole unstable, large jumble of refined scrap metal. Was the ship being sustained by a decaying core? Had the Legion been doing some lousy business before handling the ship to the Inner Phalanx? All of his doubts were inevitably delayed by the elevator's arrival chime coming from the intercom. "It seems I'm in a bit of a mess now." Daniels muttered to himself, as he hastily made his way to the Leviathan's office room. Ironically, the Hellfire Legion's logos and propaganda were all over the place, and Daniels couldn't do much but giggle like an idiot throughout his short journey from the elevator's exit to the end of the corridor. Before knocking on the final set of doors, the scruffy youngster checked his tungsten-based suit and the blueprints he was greedily keeping to himself within his holotape disks he was about to unleash all over the Leviathan's desk, like a child showcasing his toys.
"Come in." A monotonous voice called from within the Office. It felt like this was soon to be the phrase of the day. Since Jau had left in search of Daniels, Leviathan hurried through signing the various staff ready reports that were piled up. He had nearly finished, with only three left to go. Leviathan was sat, leaning on a elbow with a fist propping up his chin. Not the most professional posture to assume while on duty.
A scruffy, black haired figure in a tungsten lab coat emerged from the other side of the door. The man was holding some holotapes with his right forearm and made his way to the front of the Leviathan with his left elbow in such a fashion that made him seem more like a builder than an engineer working for technologically sophisticated projects. "Sir." exclaimed the scientist while swiftly bowing his face down in order to pay the respects any superior would deserve.
Taken aback, "Uh. Hello." Leviathan was caught off guard by the sudden formality. He sized up the man, moreso trying to identify him. The metal figure then stood, placing the report he had in his hand down. Leviathan stepped around the desk and outstretched a hand. "Welcome aboard, Daniels. I was almost worried you had gotten lost through some unfortunate and convoluted series of events surrounding weapons testing."
Daniels quickly felt the desperate need to take his white goggles off which unsurprisingly have seen all the way from Ousia down to the Achlys, because of Daniels' usual quixotic mindset. In an attempt to look as formal as possible, he made an awkward pose and managed to make it slip by as some kind of exhaustion-related clumsy salute. "Yes, it took me quite a while to get here. Mostly because of that blasted airlock in Ousia, but I believe they've got it sealed up by now." Daniels didn't even seem bothered in the slightest about a teeny-tiny hull breach in the facility he was supposed to take care of, but despite everything, he gave out the impression of an air headed, yet dependable kind of person.
Leviathan looked at him quizzically, then down at his outstretched hand. He proceeded to shrug it off. "Yes. Jau gave me a report I haven't quite gotten around to reading yet before she went looking to see if you had arrived." Leviathan walked back around to his chair, nodding towards one of the ones that were opposite him as a non-verbal invitation to sit. He pressed a button on the terminal that was installed into the desk top, enabling the communications. "Jau, Daniels has arrived. I hope you didn't get lost." Was all he said before lifting his finger off of the button. Leviathan proceeded to take his seat, relaxing a bit. "I take it you've had a look around since you've been on board?"
"Uh huh. I'm impressed with how they implemented such mechanical parts throughout the whole rig of the ship. I really am." Daniels agreed with the Leviathan's invitation, and decided to slip onto the metal chair facing his desk. I wonder who's gonna scrub off all of the Legion logos off of this train wreck. Daniels thought to himself.
Leviathan scoffed. "Yeah. You should see what they took out for us to replace." He sounded sarcastic. "I've been on an Arbiter before. The difference is that one was functioning. Its power core wasn't missing crucial conduits that are choking the energy feed throughout the ship after the removal of classified systems. It had functioning sensors, internally and externally. This one does not." Leviathan leaned onto the table, gesturing along with what he was saying to add some emphasis. "Do you have any idea how hard it is moving a ship this big with no sensors? No fuel consumption readouts, no temperature gauge - nothing."
Daniels widened his eyes in slight surprise. Hang on, for real? They managed to get this literal moving scrapyard moving? He cleared his throat. "I certainly don't have the slightest clue on how hard it must have been, however I can only speculate that it must have been... kind of impossible."
"Minimal functionality. If we didn't have a cruiser serving as our eyes, we probably would have more dents to bang out." Leviathan explained.
"It's still very impressive regardless." The goggled scientist then, proceeded to avert his gaze away from the Leviathan, just to have a quick glance at the tungsten-lined office.
Leviathan shrugged. "Not really. It's still not up to par yet. That's why you're here." The metal figure pushed over the stack of signed ready reports to make room on the desk. "The ship was given to us with several systems being removed on the basis of the Legion maintaining a tight grip on the Spyglass sensor suites and other systems they deemed 'classified'. The removal of that sensor grid, considering how it was integrated throughout the ship as you've keenly pointed out - means we are otherwise blind with basic scanners giving us short-ranged readings only. In them doing so, they also took several important conduits, circuits and other rather important systems with it." Leviathan leaned on his elbows, locking his fingers together. "There are fourteen teams of engineers on standby to begin investigating the ship. It's maintaining its position, but a preliminary analysis needs to be done."
Daniels posed a thinking stance, with his hands intertwined and his gaze staring at the floor. "...ruse... or maybe not. I don't think the Legion would stoop that low..." muttered the engineer with some paranoia. "In any case, I would advise an extreme caution with this thing. By all means, it's pretty menacing if seen from the outside, but it won't pose much of a threat in these conditions." Daniels explained, then resumed talking to himself. "...think of it, it could be an effective deterrent, yet we're elusive and all... not a good idea..." He mumbled on.
Leviathan chuckled as the young engineer pondered before him. In a way, it reminded him of himself half a decade ago. "One step at a time. First, we figure out how much we actually need to do before we do anything. Alright?"
"A-alright!" The man was visibly flustered in a positive way.
Leviathan stood up again, proceeding to walk towards the office exit. "Let's go see where we should start." He said as he walked by Daniels and out the door onto the bridge. The bridge itself was elongated. From the office, one would have to turn to the left and follow a platform, which had several areas that either descended or ascended on the left and right to various crew stations or consoles. At the very end, three standing terminals for helm control and a spot for the commanding officer. In front of them was their bridge view out into the void. All in all there were about six people on the bridge, including Leviathan now. The few people were scattered about, opening up terminal panels and peeking inside, followed by taking notes of their findings. They paid no attention to Leviathan as he strolled along the platform for the main consoles.
Daniels however had gotten caught up collecting and organizing his materials, scattering across the desk and floor as he had spilled his inventory out onto the floor. In frustration and with haste, he had to reorganize his things. Imogen wasn't far by the time she received the Keeper's message, and paused for a moment to try and remember the layout of the ship to best plan her way out. She had too many other things on her mind, though, and any schematics or directions had long since been overwritten with thoughts of logistics and library cards. So she made her way back to the elevator that led, among other places, to the bridge, knowing that she could at least find her way out from there.
Hearing the elevator chime, Leviathan turned to look over his shoulder. "Over here, Jau." He called out, waving an arm in the air. He was perhaps fifty feet away. It was a pretty long Bridge. Imogen looked over at Leviathan, making her way out of the elevator and towards him.
"Was there something else, sir?" She asked as she approached.
The absent-minded scientist dragged his hide to the side of the bridge, along with the holotapes he has been keeping close to his chest, which haven't even had the chance of being showcased to the Leviathan. Despite the rapid turn of events taking place during that morning, Daniels was still mesmerized by how well the bridge was being kept clean and working, with all of the servers speaking in an unknown bleeping language. The handful of workers in the distance were also working on an inner hull panel, up above in the ceiling with their blowtorches, like artists painting on a large wall. "W-Where, exactly?" asked the white-coated man in a hurry.
"The end of the bridge, Daniels." Leviathan replied to the scientist as he rushed along. "I'd like you to begin with the primary helm controls here. I'll check on your work in a moment." He then turned his focus to Jau as she approached, stepping forward to meet her. "Yes, if you'd join me for a brief walk." He moved back towards the elevators at a casual pace, slowly moving away from Daniels. "I didn't ask, but do you have any hobbies?" Leviathan asked. It seemed almost weird to be called for something so mundane when there was so much work to be done.
"Ah, hm. To be honest, I spend a lot of time at the library. I like to learn." She smiled a little sheepishly, even knowing that this was a trait appreciated more here than perhaps anywhere else. "Sometimes I sit in on the Spanish classes for children on Ismara. It's nice to watch them learn, and to take notes on how we could make our fledgling education systems more efficient. And I like to design tiny machines, but I haven't had time for these last two lately." As she spoke, she raised one gloved hand and idly twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers - an unusually casual tic for her.
Leviathan nodded along. "Well regretfully, you're probably going to find yourself with even less time, Venator." He noted with some emphasis and a sly tone as a hint of promotion.
"Ve- ...?" She tugged at her hair before realizing what she was doing and straightening up a bit. "How will this affect current plans?"
"It won't." He responded. "You previously worked closely with Venator Glass, and the initiative you've taken has shown you're up to the task of taking over as a Division coordinator. You're moving past Sentinel."
"So, in immediately practical terms, what does this entail?"
"You assume control of the Research & Development division. Its resources and personnel report to you on projects, submit project proposals through you, which you then take to the rest of the Inner Phalanx. You also participate in guiding the future of the Covenant, by partaking in important discussions and decision making to determine our course and future as a whole."
"I see. I think I can handle that." The newly-minted Venator Jau smiled a bit. "Big things are in the works. I guess I'll continue gaining a better understanding of just how big these things really are. Thank you for this honor. I... pray that I'll serve the Covenant well."
Leviathan bowed respectfully, as a formal salute. "You've already served us well. Now you have a chance to be part of guiding us." Standing up straight, "Carry on for now. I'll let you get to it. Good luck." Leviathan said with a friendly nod. He spun on his heel and began walking back towards the front of the bridge to meet with Daniels.
Imogen thought to herself for a few moments after returning Leviathan's bow, looking up at the ceiling. Apparently coming to a conclusion, she returned to the elevator and took it, leaving the two to their work with the consoles.
There was a sense of nostalgia being back on a Legion-made bridge. Leviathan couldn't deny it. As he approached the helm control where he left Daniels, he slowly gazed around. It took him back over half a decade to a battle long forgotten in history. The thought didn't dwindle for too long, however. He shook his head and approached the center console. Leviathan gazed down at the various displays, indicators and the primary interface for this terminal. Some of them were not displaying any information, or giving errors. The main screen for computer access was operational. "Set the other terminals to run level three diagnostics." He said, looking over to Daniels.
"Got it." replied Daniels in an exuberant fashion. His usual laid back behavior tends to conflict with his usual response towards fairly interesting things, varying from simple titanium plates down to Hellfire Legion inner hull plates being soldered to the ceiling above his goggles. He hurried up to the consoles beneath the large main console, whose user was probably tinkering with the shiny display in front of him. "Level Three Diagnostics. I reckon those work when the ship is on a state of repair, in which case..." The lab-coated man averted his gaze from one sub-console to the next one, in order to find out what was really impairing the iridium beast to sail for the ocean of stars in front of them. "Reworked, and unfinished. Aaaand there. Got anything yet, sir?" asked Daniels frantically.
Leviathan tapped a finger on the casing of the terminal as a small loading indicator continued to flash. Various coded bits of information rushed across the screen as the terminal investigated its internal systems. Leviathan quickly scanned through the code as it zipped past. "Nothing that we don't already know." He said as several red indicators popped up, identifying several non-functioning systems. Leviathan squatted down and removed the front access panel to examine the console's circuitry. "When the diagnostic is done, bypass the security node with a datapad and work directly with the system. Third party hardware might be necessary to override any lingering security protocols within the computer core." He explained as he looked through the jumble of wires, conduits and circuit boards.
As the dutiful Leviathan replied, Daniels decided to mentally sketch down a couple of possible outcomes through his pragmatic - yet excitable to a fault - mindset. "Well... in that case, I suppose we're going to have to... my. This looks quite a bit complicated, it's like a very tangled bundle of shoelaces, but I'm assuming that I can just..." Daniels' mumbles kept on getting progressively more incoherent, until the moment the diagnostic was already over.
pulling a small and battered datapad from his pocket. It looked as though someone had shot it previously, and it was nearly a miracle that it was at all functional. Nevertheless, Leviathan flipped open the small device's back panel, and looked back up at the terminal's innards. He reached in for two, very small wires and removed them from the panel. In doing so, the terminal's screen powered down and all gauges displayed zero, or a warning alert. Leviathan took those two cables and began to wire them into his personal device. After a few seconds, he reached in to the console with another sigh, firmly grabbing hold of a small metal object that was hanging from a section of the circuit board. He tugged on it, and with a swift flick of the wrist, the small device detached from the circuit board with a small spark as it separated. "Ahhh... That might've been not good." He said, looking down at his datapad. He paused briefly, examining the readout. "No, no we're good. When you wire in your datapad, don't forget to remove that." Leviathan tapped the small metal device up in the air, without looking up from his work. "It'll choke response time, even though it's designed to increase it. Not enough distributed power."
Leviathan adjusted his position, now sitting with his back leaned up against the terminal's side. He continued to read the data being provided, now that it was unfiltered by security or individual ship station automated regulation. "There is a handful of systems which are hogging the power flow. A good portion of these aren't necessary to attain basic functionality, but they're hindering restoration efforts regardless." He explained.
"N-no no no. Hold on, are you saying that they have used such cheap solutions to solve problems of this magnitude?" Daniel asked in disbelief. It's not like the Dreadnought was going anywhere, but Daniels' unusual perfectionism really pushed him on the edge of the seat... literally.
"Cheap?" Leviathan looked over, confused at his statement. "They did nothing except take out the core elements of their sensor network. What are you talking about?"
"I must've overlooked... this. My apologies." Daniels pointed to some unknown string of information within his nearest console.
Leviathan leaned over to read through the console. "Oh. There's a power surge occurring." He explained. "Open your panel and remove the compressor. Same as I did." Leviathan nodded back towards the center console, where the small rectangular device he had forcefully removed from the circuit board was laying on the floor. "I'd use tools though. You might have a harder time with your hands."
"Alright. Luckily, my toolbox has never disappointed me once, I suppose." muttered the scientist, while tinkering with the disconnected panels lying on top of his tiny side of the consoles. "Just a flick of a wrist here, and..." A couple of metallic noises, presumably screws and some medium-sized steel object hit the iron-paved floor, separating the rest of the personnel on the bridge from the Cooling reactor. "Off you go."
Leviathan looked at his display, then over to the other two consoles. "Where is our temperature readout?" Leviathan shook his head. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it I suppose." He looked over to the final console and stood up, moving over to open its access panel and remove the same piece. "Re-initialize the terminal." As he stated the instructions, Leviathan reached under the terminal to power it off and on again. He proceeded over to the first terminal and did the same.
Daniels turned his face back to the terminal and tinkered with the console up until the whole console operating system was re-initialized. Then, he moved onto the other terminals adjacent to his, in order to see if the initial diagnostic was indeed correct, and not some whimsical bug from the aged consoles.
The terminal displays all flickered back to life, displaying the startup confirmation sequence. "That'll do for up here. Re-run the diagnostic to verify the power problems are resolved."
Daniels nodded, and swiftly moved back and forth to his terminals to run the same diagnostic program he had been tinkering with for the whole time. The diagnostic ran for a couple of minutes, displaying a similar string of information on the various systems that operate through this console. The errors on power consumption were gone, yet there were still no sensor inputs across the board aside from emergency functions. Meanwhile Leviathan moved to seal up the panels and gathered the various removed components. "Alright."
Leviathan moved closer to the center of the helm platform. He waved over one of the engineers from the left side of the bridge, who rushed over to collect the removed components. With a slight bow, the masked Initiate took the components and made his way to the exit of the bridge. Leviathan spun back around, freezing for a moment. Daniels wasn't there. Not through his eyes, anyway. Two of the stations were occupied by men in Legion uniforms, sporting tactical headsets. One station was open with a tactical headset haphazardly dangling from its cable, as if left in a hurry. There was a lot of muffled shouting. A blurred figure nudged Leviathan and frantically pointed towards the unoccupied console. As quickly as they appeared, the images were gone. Leviathan shook his head again, taking a second to collect himself. "... R-Right. The others can finish up with the systems here. I'd like you to make your way to main engineering and assess the situation. I'll join you shortly." He said, almost shakily.
Daniels tilted his head in perplexity. "Is... everything alright sir?" Despite the noise of the engineers operating in the background, Daniels was able to discern the Leviathan's unusual, stiff breathing, if you could even call it that. Does he even have a respiratory system?
Leviathan glared at him. "Yes. Proceed to engineering at once." He ordered.
Daniels averted his gaze elsewhere and nodded. Then, he packed up his handy toolbox and made his way to the Engineering room, even though it would have probably been more effective to interact with the personnel via the intercom. The trip to engineering was a lot longer than anticipated. Engineering just happened to be at the opposite end of the ship, several decks down. The main engineering room opened up from a long corridor, the door being off to the side and secured in a small alcove with evidence of a security grid in case of emergencies. The door was manually operated by keypad. Inside the room was a descending metal staircase to a large, open area. Consoles lined the wall, with a primary station in circular configuration in the center of the room. The furthest wall had a large protective window that separated main engineering from the power core. The reactor was glowing vibrantly, yet there were warning lights inside the chamber. Two teams of engineers - no more than twelve people were scattered at various locations around the room, analyzing systems or checking specifications. A pair of humanoid drones were working inside of the reactor chamber. They were far better suited to handle extreme amounts of radiation anyway.
The main engineering station was displaying a hundred and eighty monitors worth of information, ranging from power core status to the temperature of the water tanks on various decks. A good portion of the displays had a similar error display to the helm consoles following diagnostics, however these were obviously immediate concerns that the system was making whoever was supposed to be in charge aware of. It seemed almost overwhelming, with the number of alerts, flashing indicators and occasional warning chimes. Closer inspection showed that many of the warnings were the same. Sensor readouts not being detected, systems not receiving power due to missing or damaged conduits, or other systems being removed and not updated in the computer's registry. It was almost an unorganized mess.
Daniel arrived at the claustrophobic corridor leading to the entrance of main engineering The rooms and corridors within the Legion's lost behemoth were placed in such a way that the crew members who were meant to operate within a specific room didn't have to move out of it, except during specific emergencies. The strings of data were making up for the blank, cold tungsten-plated walls. The stiff corridor's only audible noises were the reactor's distant yammering and the screenings being displayed by the few monitors bolted in the walls. Once the seemingly unending and dim corridor was over, the entrance to the reactor's control room was being kept shut by a set of sturdy durasteel doors. Daniels already received his permit to step in the ship's most vital location, and the sight unfolding before him was quite the intimidating one: the humanoid robots were operating as if the beet red messages showing up on the monitors surrounding them were part of the everyday experience. Daniels couldn't see much of the reactor's core, except from the only window at the opposite end of the room.
The drones paid no mind to the newcomer's arrival. The other engineers cast a brief glance, only to return to their work almost immediately. One of the technicians approached Daniels, visibly scanning him with some kind of optical implant. The man was a mix of various cybernetic limbs, replaced components or slightly discolored flesh. His breathing apparatus would suggest he was of Maltese decent, or at the least a Cardamine user. "Awaiting instructions, sir." The man had finished his scan and followed it with a monotone statement. The other engineers in the area addressed this and turned to Daniels, staring silently at him. Their work had stopped, save for the drones. The only noise now was the low hum of the reactor.