"Good…that's good" Tarvek told himself, the unconscious human slung over his shoulder not caring much, and, for the moment, he was alone in the large atrium area with see-through metal surfaces for windows "That appears to be atmosphere, and rock…if a bit on fire"
With the 'doors' locked, for now, and his charge stabilised, Tarvek…had a moment to try focus on accessing the limited system access he'd been granted. Any means to get off this vessel alive and uncaptured. The icons indicated active boarding after all, and time was against him even if the Asgard commanders themselves were present. Which, currently, they were not, so the time was going to flow faster. The only benefit of them not being present was that he had been granted some access to their systems, and the standard gear for a Pathfinder was designed to interact with alien systems just like this. Time was needed.
'Time is needed, time is against me' was the orc's mental grumble before his systems flickered as he tried to get more access, and, idly, initiate a teleport after finding a location to go too. The Asgard vessels clearly had that ability, as well as sensors 'Come'on…your commanders are absent, enemies are attacking, and we are classified as guests'
That was his hope at least, as the Asgard systems seemed adaptive and quasi-aware, though lacking any sentience or sapience despite their level of technological superiority. Whether that was good or bad Tarvek could not decide, as computer coding was not in any way his area of expertise, as he focused on getting scans of outside, and…
"Multiple starships" he hissed to himself, seeing the image flash as the map moved outwards, sensors transmitting that the Asgard vessel was crashed into two such worm-host vessels, but that three more such vessels were in the general area as well "Damn it to the frozen pits of….haaaa….atmosphere that's…that's viable…"
'Just about' he thought, but the icons representing Jaffa were rapidly spreading out into the Asgard vessel, and therefore nearing where he was as doors were breached 'So, please…trigger a teleport. Emergency evacuation, or whatever it is!'
{State the nature of the emergency?}
'…Gods fucking dammit!' he wanted to growl as a holographic avatar of one of the Asgard appeared before him, looking…like the systems were having issues as it flickered ever so faintly.
"Jaffa have boarded this vessel preventing our escape!" Tarvek explained to the system as it demanded, or, rather, politely requested authorisation of any sort "Your creators wished to teleport us but were prevented during the battle! Teleport us to safety as is your creators wishes!"
The hologram didn't waste time making any gestures, but instead spoke after a few seconds delay {Affirmative. Boarding by Gou'ald in progress. Unable to reach Command Authority. Visitor Classification verified…Evacuation Authorised. System Scramble Authorised. Have a pleasant day!}
…and then, thanks the Shrouded Lord, the teleport he was authorising took place, bright lights shimmering all around Tarvek as the vast open atrium vanished in a flash…
'Overgrown Ruins?' was the first thing that flashed into the armoured warrior's mind as the flights circling and shimmering around him vanished…and he was somewhere else. The second was bringing up his 'pip-boy' wrist-comp, hurriedly making sure that, yes, the air was sufficient for him and the barely-not-dying human, and that he was a distance away…from…the…
"We're a whole continent away?" he muttered as he brought up the last data granted by the Asgard systems, watching as the link came to an end with a sudden cut off. That didn't matter so much as the sphere they were on was showing where the ships had been he guessed from the flashing dots that died as the Asgard link ended. Then the other icon where they likely were right now generated by his suit cross-refencing that data in less than a minute "The hells? Or…the teleport from space to orbit, so…not a big deal? Duh. Tarvek!"
Taking a breath, the power armoured warrior began to quickly take stock of the situation, standing up as best he could with his carried passenger, looking around and activating the sensors on his helmet. Around him was, well, ruins, covered with bits of plant growth in a layer of greens that weren't showing as poisonous at a glance thank the heavens and hells. And while there were extensive signs of what he guessed was battle damage…it was very old looking damage, and only obvious as residue on his scanners rather than being truly visible. The entire place looked to be a small sized settlement, a town by Bastion Earth standards save without the walls and shield generators.
'Huh…those are small doorways' was the next part that came to him as he surveyed the very sturdy looking buildings, not seeing brick-working, but rather a 'mould' design that was too curved and oddly shaped for any orc or human design. As it was daylight…a blue-red tint in the sky, not quite purple, but blue with streaks almost, and there were clouds, getting under cover was an instinct for Tarvek in case of pursuit. Seeing the doorways were about the height to the chest of a human, at the highest, indicated that getting into the buildings might be an issue. Then glanced down.
'Roadway?' he judged, and better built than many he'd seen, as the roadway was an odd shade of grey, with faded markings on it…made of a rock and metallic mixture of some sort. Not having much growth on it, and while battered it was in better condition in many ways than the buildings somehow…there were power cables maybe within?
'Think on that later, find shelter first. She needs healing and I need to get some time to think. Plus that is frost on those surfaces' the orcish pathfinder decided upon, starting to explore around the…very curvy ruined town for short people. Multi-story, almost dome shaped at the top, but ring-tower shaped on the floors as he looked inside, seeing the rot of ages past covered in plant-life through still intact glass like structure, save where it was clearly broken from by external force or directed energy. Probably long ago, something Tarvek was happier with as he scouted around, watching for dangerous wildlife, or the sudden appearance of worm-host Jaffa. He should be impossible to, or at the very least very, very, hard, to scry or scan for…
'I hope'
…because one could never know for sure, not with a deity on the enemy side. For that was what that being called Anubis appeared to be to Tarvek senses and sensors. Look up again at the sky, the winds picking up as he walked, cold rain starting to fall. Safe rain thankfully as he tested it, just cold, though he'd not trust it not to have issues as he tried to cover the human, Captain Fraiser, as best he could while seeking out a relatively safe, or simply enterable, location. The skeletons of what might once have been egg or oval shaped vehicles were scattered about; again showing that some parts rusted away to nothingness, while other parts looked to be untouched. Relatively speaking at the least.
Just as there was…graffiti on walls that were similar…
'Hmm' he studied it carefully, weapon up as he studied a larger dome, with what looked to be a sealed entrance about his size. That rock-metal, smooth and hardened, yet uncovered and marked with what the arcane translation spell was calling some variant of Repairs. Vehicle repairs maybe? There were wrecks outside of it as the rain started to pound down now, and he used one hand to reach down, gripping the door, weapon pointing inside as he raised it up with ease..
Crreakkkkkthunnnkk
"Fucking hells!"
…only for the hinges to fall off, the sheet of rock-metal falling off, Tarvek having to pull it aside as he aimed inside the dome structure…
And seeing only the ruins of maybe vehicles for the size-challenged, as well as the dust of ages. No signs of life at all, the place having being sealed against the wildlife. Whoever had built the place having made it strangely well built as Tarvek manoeuvred inside, weapon scanning…then casting a prestidigitation spell tiredly to make room and cleanliness to place down his patient. Then placed his weapon into the holder on his back, shifting the human, now soaked human, into his right hand while using the left to guide the cantrip. Wasteful perhaps, but it allowed him to make the, still relatively small, space liveable in a mere few minutes as the sounds of a storm came in behind him. Loud roars and peals of thunder…maybe the starships crashing upsetting the planet's weather systems?
With that done he placed down a thermal sleeping bag, drawing items forth from his Compass, placing the soaked human on it for the moment. Closing up the now broken door into the…machinist shop?...needed the suit, and Tarvek took care to stick a camera to the outside as he then 'sealed' the door as best he could, but ensuring there was an air supply. Any that might have decayed was long gone, even if the locals built well, and the scribbles on those strangely well-built walls weren't anything more than…
'Safety instructions maybe?' Tarvek wondered at them, seeing the crude translations, as they seemed to be warnings about. Bar some really odd stuff on the gate-door Tarvek nodded as placed crudely back in place, looking at was some sort of spray paint from decades, or likely centuries old 'Save for you here…{Untranslatable: Gone Brush! Harvesters Untranslatable! Don't Untranslatable}"
"Well… let us hope better look than you, whoever" the orc murmured softly, as the suit opened after he took back his weapon into hand, setting the power armour into guard mode. Dealing with the injured, and maybe dying, came first, and that required not accidently hurting them further with armour hands. The air was cold too, as he'd expected, Tarvek moving to strip the human of her sodden garments, placing them to the side before he placed her inside the thermal sleeping back after another stimpak. The injuries likely weren't helped by the follow-up teleport, and a scan indicated at least several days of her being effectively helpless, and therefore useless, ahead…
The red-skinned orc shook his head at that, then drew out a salt-and-chalk ritual marker piece, and began to draw a ritual circle of protection on the ground of the cleared out area. All the junk and wrecks of a vehicle got shoved into the right corner, forming a barricade of sorts in that direction towards a tiny person's office, or maybe living area. Spellcraft might aid further in hiding from a dark god's eyes after all, and he was so desperately tired and hungry now as well…
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