[VIDEO | un: hemlock]

[unholey]

[At this point, Audentes has firmly seized control of the bridge. The annoying message about how intruders will be neutralized has finally been turned off. The monsters have been slain and/or befriended. Getting the rest of the ship under control is still a work in progress. Everyone's got shit to do.

Which is what makes this video so odd. The feed flickers to ... well, okay, it's an impressively fancy view out into outer space. It's pretty cool. But it's also literally nothing?]

[This is where Fugo slides in. Or, well. Floats in. He appears from the left side of the frame, looking for all the world as if he's lounging on his side in thin air, propelled by nothing. There are somewhat worrying smears of blood on his labcoat--but other than a split lip and bruised knuckles, Fugo himself appears to be unhurt. It's probably fine. The floating would be weird, if the entire ship weren't currently experiencing a malfunction with its gravity.]

To whoever is on the bridge, fucking around with the ship's settings-- oh, shit. [He ... misjudged how long he had in the frame. Well, bye Fugo. There's an off-camera thump. Some more swearing. And then, after a brief pause, Fugo floats in from the right side of the frame, this time looking slightly more disheveled.] Whatever you did, undo it, zero gravity makes things more difficult for us than them at this point.

[Rather than floating off screen again, he twists in mid-air to a cross-legged position.]

And as long as we're here. I figure we've got the bridge, but where is everyone? How are capture slash containment options going, since we're seizing the ship rather than crashing it? If you got messed up in the fighting, now is probably a good time to connect with one of our healers.

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[wyvil]

[Wylan nods, making the executive decision to stay where he is and let Fugo come to him. He waits until Fugo gets within arms reach before holding out a hand toward him. (The hand not full of nearly a dozen vials of surely dangerous substances).]

If we could find a way to safely contain them in one of the cabinets, it'd be a good start. Ideally, we'd find a way to neutralize them...

[unholey]

[When he's within reach, Fugo grasps Wylan's hand and helps him get twisted the right way up.]

There has to be a case around here we can use for that. If these concoctions were intended for field use, logically there should be a method of transportation that will keep them stable.

[wyvil]

[Wylan is far from the most coordinated person in the world, but with Fugo's help he manages to get himself upright again. He reaches out to one of the tables with his other hand to tether himself once he does. Let's not end up floating upside down again.]

Thanks.

You think they brought these out into the field? I was hoping they were still only in the testing phase considering what they can do...

[unholey]

[After Wylan has himself in the upright position again, Fugo slowly starts to pluck the still-floating concoctions out of the air.]

Maybe not these ones, but I imagine the vials are standard issue for things that are ready to use. [Briefly, Fugo clenches his jaw.] I can't say that I'm surprised to see that they were developing weapons like this, but it paints a hell of a picture of what sort of people were working here.