Log:The Reliant

2020/01/04 Sentinel Porter Arthur Aevus 1

It's on the news, HeroNet, and Starguard bands. The Reliant has returned at last after having gone missing 30 years ago. The distress beacon was picked up at the edge of Jupiter. It was a commercial ship that disobeyed Guild edicts and went beyond the system to see what was out there. It was state of the art in its day. Now, reports are the ship has finally returned home but is adrift. Communications to the ship have failed.

Still recovering from the loss of ships from Portennant's attempted coup, it's up to Earth's heroes to rescue those lost souls! There are a few who can arrive across such a distance so quickly.

Returning starships? Mysteries? Rescues? This is a job for... someone much more qualified!

Unfortunately, those are a bit few and far between right now. In lieu of that, the standards are lowered more to 'anyone who can get there.' For better or worse, Porter meets those requirements!

Addendum: anyone who can get there and not instantly die.

Porter can meet that, too! With a quick double-tap on his metal collar, it forms into a Paragon-like suit. All that remains is a quick kiss to the inspiration for luck... ok, a mental one, since he has the order wrong.

Then... the actual last step is a quick FLASHTHWUMP out to ...

... they said around Jupiter, right?

Griffin Freeman is in Santa Rosa, California- well just outside when he hears the news roll over the various bands that are available to him with a bit of focus. He's helping firefighters contain a wild fire and had just dropped his twenty-eighth load of water to quench the leading edge of the blaze buying the locals precious time to contain the blaze.

'Finally...', He thinks as he puts down the large bucket usually reserved for helicopters. He gives the captain a salute before banking straight up into the sky, his ascent cracking thunderously as he breaks the sound barrier a few miles up.

Once he's clear of the atmosphere that might be effected by his superluminal flight he sets off with a flash of light as he breaks the light speed barrier too. From there its on to the Jovian system- and a late lunch as the Sentinel flies through its massive magnetosphere.

The Reliant is...derelict. The top of the line shift drifts very slowly with its rear end higher than its front, and slightly off-axis. The hull has impact and scorch marks. There's also a sizeable hull BREACH that exposes two decks, but doors have sealed off the rest of the ship from the vacuum of space.

Debris from the hull BREACH drift out far and wide from the shift, floating and spinning slowly.

One of those bits of debris looks more flexible than the metal. And it's waving at them? No, that's just the long scarf drifting weightlessly. And part of the long coat of Dr. Arthur Aevus as he drifts in the vacuum, eyes closed and body still.

The Sentinel comes to an instantaneous halt next to Doctor Aevus. He has a concerned look in his blazing eyes as he tries to figure out what happened here with his eyes, while confirming Arthur is still with the living with his energy senses.

As he scans the hull with his eyes he takes in every detail with his tactical mind.

He doesn't call to the ship since comms are down and instead shakes the Doctor to rouse him.

His hands charge up with energy as he gives the good Doctor a jumpstart to help jolt him awake.

Porter frowns at all the debris and the damage. That's not good. Then he blinks. Wait? Waving debris. He peers further, then blinks again. Holy crap! He recognizes the one he accidentally had fall on him and FLASHTHWUMPS again to the man. "Crap! Need to get you inside!"

The ship's power systems are functioning at emergency powerlevels, and the power output is not constant. Some sections of the ship have no power.

Arthur's energy signature is still there, strange as it may be. The shake takes a moment, but Arthur suddenly rouses. Drowsily at first, but then quickly becoming alert to his new location and looking around. He opens his mouth and of course no sound comes out. And he immediately notices that. He finally looks back to Griffin and looks surprised again. And then ...Paragon? She looks so much shorter in person!

He starts trying to talk again, but of course the vacuum of space is a problem. Then he looks like he has an idea!

Suddenly on the radio comms and spectrum, Arthur's voice is heard.

"Thank you for the rescue, but I really need to get back to that ship." His mouth isn't moving. He's just smiling. To Griffin's senses, the signal is...coming from inside the ship past the sealed doors.

<<"No problem Doc." Griffin says as he looks up and give Porter a nod. "And- you're not going in there alone it'd seem. People have been waiting on this ship for a long time Doc. You'll forgive me if I aim to help make sure it gets the rest of the way." He says as he drifts with the other heroes, offering Porter his outstretched fist.

<<"I can sense they're on reserve power and the output fluctuating, I can't imagine that's a good sign."

Porter blinks, visor eyelights flickering off and back on. "Oh! Er. Um. That's where I was planning on taking you, anyhow?"

Even digitized, his voice is probably familiar. And, yes, he's a little short for a ...Paragon. He looks to Griffin and gives a tentative fist-gauntlet bump. "So... a little push, then?"

His helm then turns to look at the ship again, and the sealed bulkhead doors at the BREACH. At least it's the easiest spot to get an idea of inside from the outside. So that he can...

...FLASHTWUMP them. Hopefully to the inside.

Inside, there's air. Stale, but breathable. Emergency lights are all that illuminate this hallway. Arthur takes a breath and says, "Thank you for the lift." He looks about the hallway with some dread now, keeping his voice low. "I'm not yet sure if getting this ship home is safe."

Griffin finds himself in the drifting space alone after Porter & Arthur tele-thwump into the ship.

He senses for the their arrival point and flies to move towards the ship to find a suitable airlock so he can catch up.

Porter blinky eye-lights. "What do you-damnit..." He taps his neck a couple times and his helm melts away. "Sorry. What do you mean? What's wrong with the ship? We at least need to get the people back home..."

There's an airlock up ahead of the hull breach.

"Yes, ah, about the crew...oh, just a moment," Arthur holds up a finger. He turns around and grabs his wrist to cover the PowerPixie+ as he says into it, "Thank you for the rescue, but I really need to get back to that ship." It's the exact intonation that Porter just heard Arthur speak outside. He rolls down his coat sleeve again and turns around to Porter, smiling faintly. "Just had to remember to do that."

The Sentinel makes his way towards the BREACH and then beyond it to the airlock. He puts his hand hand on the manual locking mechanism so he can enter the ship too.

<<"Well, what's going on in there? The mystery is killing me guys." He says over comms.

"Ah, yes, just follow my signature, will you?" Arthur radios back to Sentinel after his timed message is sent back just a few moments prior to answer the heroes while Arthur was stick in a vacuum. He smiles wryly. "Yes, the mystery tried to kill me just a moment ago."

Porter blinks, but this time saves on the light bill. "So you sent that now...? Right. Ok. Don't suppose you know what this mystery is? Or how we, uh... demystify it? Maybe some kind of plan is a good idea while they wait for Griffin (which is the one part of a plan Porter can come up with).

<<"Well, sounds like we're going to have to dig deep on this one- because I'm not going home empty handed." He says over comms as the door cycles and he steps in and closes it behind him.

Once the light is green the opposite door's physical locks disengage he gets into the ship proper. From there its just a few dozen flashsteps to the others- well maybe a few extra to deal with navigational delays.

He comes striding around the corner with his normal, broadshouldered confidence, eyes full of hope. He's clearly looking to bring more than word of the ship's fate home with them today.

"Yes. Now," Arthur smiles at Porter and pats his chestplate to get him to relax while he catches up. Griffin arrives and Arthur turns to him. "So tell me, Sentinel," he starts, then stops to stare at Griffin's heroic approach. Kat has to try not to swoon. So Arthur straightens his tie as Dorian exerts himself while Kat secretly mentally swoons inside Arthur's head. "How many crew members did you run into on you way here?"

"Uh... I didn't see any?" Porter quirks brows. "I mean, that's a good thing, right? People outside a ship is usually a bad thing..."

Porter looks to Sentinel when he now notices him. "Hey. Did you see anybody out there?"

Griffin shakes his head unhelpfully. "None. Not a one. Made finding you two mighty easy now that you mention it. But... I dunno. Maybe we've got survivors in cryosleep or some other sciencey-future whodad that's way beyond me? Right?" He asks, clearly grasping now at the realization. He furrows his brow a bit as he does the energy sense version of the double take.

"I believe ColdSleep is what they used in their time. Given the ship's journey and the length of time, that sounds reasonable. Still begs the question of who or what jettisoned me into space," Arthur comments as Kat pulls herself together in there. "If they -are- asleep, the power fluctuations could compromise them. I should get to the power core."

"Ok. So... power core" He points at Arthur. "Crewsicles?" he points at Griffin tentatively. "And I'll... stay here and try not to touch anything?"

Holy shit.

Porter may have actually come up with a logical, viable plan.

Griffin nods to Arthur and says, "Well, then lets get you to that core, Doc. Once you're secure, I'll see if I can get eyes on whoever or whatever gave you the heave-ho. Porter..." He turns towards Porter preparing to ask whether he wanted Core duty or to hunt down a Doctor-Jettisoning ET and give him Earth's finest regards but Porter's plan comes up first. He smirks.

"Oh come on- we could always use a Wildcard." He says encouragingly, giving Porter a gentle nudge with his closed fist.

Arthur smiles. Kat's see Porter's Wildcardness take out a group of space pirates with a wrench. Hence Arthur always keeps a wrench in his pocket. "Brilliant plan. And don't sell yourself short, Porter. I'm sure you'll be valuable indeed."

"Ok..." Porter rubs the back of his head, looking between them. "Who wants me?" He only knows of the two places to go, and he's pretty sure he's not nearly as useful split in half. He's come pretty close, so he has some experience.

Arthur chuckles. "Perhaps Sentinel could use your assistance." Since Arthur already has Porter's abilities.

Griffin shrugs. "Let's play it by ear. Any luck, the Core will be secure enough for us both to go Alien-Hunting." He says with a cheerful enough smile on his face to show he'll be undaunted in either case but certainly won't mind having the backup against the unknown. Even if its only to report Griffin went down saving the day.

Play it by ear. Luck. Assistance.

"Wait! I got an idea!"

Words that can potentinally send a shiver through... the universe?

He fiddles with his doohickey a moment and then slaps the button. And there is a FLASHTHWUMP.

But it's not POrter FLASHTHWUMPING. Instead, next to him. Therein appears... Ok, technically it IS Porter FLASHTHWUMPING.

Because now there are two of them. The new arrival blinks and looks around. "When in the.." Then he spots Sentinel and Arthur and grins. "Oh. Right. Defiant or Nostro... wait, you weren't there for that. Ok!"

A new grin at Arthur and he points down the corridor. "Let's go?"

Griff, you get me. The other me. Cold storage, I think?"

New Porter starts walking down the corridor.

Button-pushing Porter just blinks and looks to Sentinel. "Ok..."

"Oh man. That is A-MA-ZING." Griffin says excitedy when Porter multiplies into a non-Kyssie form. "Man- that has to make life so much easier." He says as Griffin moves to catch up with New Porter. "You boys keep in contact. I'll ring ya if we find anything interesting." He calls out towards Arthur and OG Porter.

"The Reliant," Arthur gets...other Porter on track. He smiles in understanding. "Right, off we go," he starts following the future Porter. He spins about and walks backwards to salute present Porter and Griffin. "Good luck, gentlemen! Stay safe!" He spins about again and catches up with his assigned Porter, Future or Present!

The Porters follow their respective escorts. OG Porter after Griffin, because he has no idea where he's going. New (Old?) Porter after Arthur because... he lets Arthur catch up and lead?

Griffin smiles and nods to Arthur. "Right back at ya, Doc." He says cooly before he sets himself & OG Porter on a path that he suspects will run laterally across the ship so they can circle back around and start sectioning off the ship deck by deck. Narrowing down their search area with each pass until they find themselves their HVT (High Value Target).

Porter did a double take on you.

"So, what's the plan? I mean, survivors, right? What're we going to do with them?" Porter asks Sentinel as they move about, trusting him to know or pick up on the way.

"Wow. It's been awhile. I forgot how handsome you look in that one," points out the other Porter (future?) to the AA ahead of him.

"I think it's ahead two junctions and then to the right..." because he seems to not have forgotten that??

"He doesn't know yet, does he?"

Griffin and Porter circle back to where Arthur was jettisoned, which is close by. They come to the door that's sealed and locked. There's a clear window of thick glassteel in a viewport on the door that shows the room and the open BREACH into space. Now examining it, it looks like the hull was blasted outwards.

Arthur is walking briskly just ahead, looking around to try and guess where to go when Future(?) Porter gives him directions. "Ah, yes, thank...what?" he blinks and looks over to Porter in surprise as the rest of his statements sink in. For once, someone has a future glimpse over him, but then the rest really leaves him puzzleed. "I'm...what? And who doesn't know?"

"Well, I reckon that if there are survivors we'll need to get them by whatever it is that blew Doc Aevus into the cold, inky black. They won't handle the transition half so well, so we'll need to secure the ship before we can even look for them." Griffin explains as they go. When he gets to the blown open room he whistles as he looks into the the void through the destroyed hull.

"And whatever could do that is either smart or powerful. I'm hoping its not both."

"Yeah, me neither... er... me, too?" Porter figures Griffin knows what he means. "At least it doesn't look like it was a ... space battle or anything? Maybe whatever it was got blasted out to space, too?" Hey, he's an optimist!

"Griffin," Porter2 chuckles, "and about you. Us? Well, we both know you make the pronoun game more interesting. It'll be even more crazy when- Oh!" He taps his shoulder and points down a corridor. "I think it was that way..."

Griffin begins looking around the immediate area for a suitable trail to follow- if any.

Arthur's eyes widen. "You know...?" he asks Porter2, still not sure all of what Porter2 is implying. "No, no he doesn't know about me for certain. What about about us--huh?" He gets tapped and looks that way, then goes down the corridor Porter points them to.

The door by Griffin is sealed. They came through one side corridor to enter the main corridor leading to the door. If they go back and past where they entered, it should lead them more to the ship interior. Looking at the metal deck, there's a few drops of something wet and clear looking on the ground. And a bit viscous. It leads off to the ship interior.

Griffin squats down and examines the fluid. His mind expands to take in the whole area- his eyes flashing as they streak across the surface looking for more like it.

He stands up without touching it- having wizened up a bit about doing that kind of thing in space. "Looks like we've got something biological- well, leaking- and I think it went this way." He says as he glances to Porter (OG-edition) and heads towards the interior. "Stay frosty, Porter. The hunt is on."

Porter sighs. Trails of goo. "Why is it always trails of goo? Or blood? Or some other stuff that I don't wanna know what it is, or what it came out of?..." He follows on. Good, bad, Griffin's the one with the eye-lasers.

Porter2 does seem to be pointing them in the right direction, possibly? The hum, or sputtering, of power systems is getting more apparent. "You didn't think it'd stay a secret forever, did you? I mean, how many times can two different people fall out of the sky before people catch on? I could grow pink hair and stuff myself into a cute little bodysuit, but I'm sure people would still catch on before too long. Hmm. Should do that again sometime..." He looks around, scratching his head. Not exactly like the usual, but more like he's trying to remember. "Sorry, it's been awhile."

The trail leads on to an intersection with a ladder leading up and down, and seems to end there.

Arthur's cheeks are growing pink. "I rather thought it would," he sighs as they finally get stuck. He manages to pick up some of the energy signals. "Again? You, with pink hair and a bodysuit? So...you definitely found out somehow," Arthur asks skeptically, chuckling at the mental image after. "This way," he says and leads them on around a curved corridor, and then to a door. "Why did you even do it in the first place?" he asks as he tries to figure out how to open the sealed door.

Griffin deftly pushes off the walls and corrects around turns with his ability to fly as he scours the surfaces for the viscious goo. He follows the line all the way to its ending.

"I don't mind when its blood, part of the skill set. Heck even a little scat- but space goo is decidedly less fun to track than even that." He says as he looks up the jefferies tube-like column and then down it.

"And don't get me started on forks in the road." He murmurs. "Alright, Wildcard- up or down?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

Porter looks at the ladder. "Well, better than left, right, up, AND down?" He then looks to Griffin. "Any ideas on which way? Or do we just eenie meenie minie moe ... up?"

Porter2 eyes the door, then the access panel next to it. He starts tapping out some key combinations. Probably at random. An angry beep

"It? You mean -you?- I think the first time was to help with ...grounding? You were pretty out of it, so... seemed a good way at the time to yank you back to you..."

Tap tap tap. Angry beep.

"The other times..." he chuckles, "mostly just turnabout is fair play? Fun play? However that goes..."

Tap tap tap tap. Ding!

"I guess that's one way of looking at it." Griffin says giving Porter a smirk and a glance before shrugging at his question. He lights up- not literally this time, though his eyes are aglow.

"Up it is." Griffin says, kicking off the ground and moving towards the top deck, hoping to pick up the trail again. They just need a little luck.

"Yes, me," Arthur sighs and rubs his face. He's mostly grounded at the moment. Kat is more at the surface than usual. Ding! The door unlocks and slides open. "Ah, great job!" he says and sweeps into the room quickly to focus on the work.

Up above, there's the distant sound of...creaking? And maybe three clunks before nothing, sounding vaguely like distant footsteps. It's pitch black up there, but Griffin sees something humanoid shaped up there.

About two decks up.

Porter peers up into the darkness. And here he's fresh out of magic missles... "Ok. Get ready. Shoot at the screams?" He starts climbing up the ladder. If Griffin goes first, Porter just -knows- it's going to sneak past him and drool on Porter before eating him. So he may as well put his gnawing to good use?

It's a plan... right?"

Porter2 follows Arthur in and keeps a lookout while AA checks things out. He may have a bit more experience, but that doesn't mean that gizmos hate him any less. "Relax, Doc. It all works out..."

Griffin brings himself to a halt and sets his eyes on the humanoid shape before him. He shifts so Porter won't inadvertantly rush into him. He sounds off on the radio.

<<"Possible contact ahead. I'll take point and report back after I get a better view." He reports without moving a muscle or making an audible sound.

"Of course it works out, because you wouldn't be here if it didn't, and you'd probably not be so calm if I died...and...and..." Arthur is up at a console checking out readouts. It doesn't look good based on his expression, which then sobers from the bluster before. "And...you're not even from this timeline or dimension, so you really don't know..." he realizes.

The humanoid form doesn't move as Sentinel approaches. Only the faintest of distant light gives an indication that it's there.

Porter2 steps up behind Arthur to put a hand on his shoulder. "Know what? That the touching thing bothers you? That you're popping around all over time to find yourself?" He smirks, even if it's not visible to Arthur. "I don't mean this place, this time, this ... whatever that was that's probably chewing on me right about now... I'm talking long run. You figure things out and make it all work. It's getting there that's most of the fun, right?" His shoulder gets patted.

Meanwhile, Porter really hopes his other self is wrong about the chewing...

"Maybe we should have gone the other way?" Griffin says aloud, almost trying to coax the humanoid figure to move. His glowing eyes make him an easy target in the dark.

Griffin continues to move towards it, while fumbling in the dark. But most animals or beasts would spook by now so he's beginning ot think they went the wrong way.

The humanoid doesn't move. It's standing there. Well, there's a very small sway. Name set.

Arthur frowns. "No, I mean you don't know, or ...right. Spoilers," he sighs. "More than half the cryopods are without power. And another one is about to go out."

Porter peers into the darkness. More. Because that always makes things clearer. Like, when speaking to someone who doesn't know the same language, speaking slower and really loud helps with the translation. Right?

"Uh... is there anybody here?"

He could be asking Sentinel, or anyone else who might be there.

Griffin continues on- until he touches it, tryng to grasp it for security first then figure out what it is afterwards.

"Only one way to find out." He says as he nears the gently swaying humanoid figure.

It's cold to the touch. And there's a creek. The humanoid turns and Griffin's glowing eyes illuminate the garish countenence of a dead crewmember who has been strung up by its waist. His whole stomach is cut wide open and emptied, and most of the muscle from his upper legs have been stripped away. There's just the ruins of a space flight suit on it.

"Hey, are you o-AHHHHHHHHH!" Porter is initially calmed when it doesn't look like a scary alien, but a crewmember... and then he realizes it's only -most- of a crewmember.

"Oh boy..." Griffin says with eyes full of horror. "I think we just stumbled into something's dining room..." He says as he reaches up and closes the dead crewman's eyes as he looks back to Porter. More to take his glowing eyes off the gore for Porter's sake. "Yeah. Grim accomodations. Let's see if we can get the lights on before we go poking around." He tries to sound like this doesn't bother him, but his clenched jaw would say otherwise. Luckily the lights are off.

"Well," Porter2 nudges Arthur, "you're the other one with the juice. I'm sure you could charge up their batteries, or maybe kickstart the core here..." He eyes it, then looks to Arthur. "I mean, I could kick it, instead... and I'm sure something would happen..."

"Maybe don't kick it," Arthur suggests with a smirk. Because he could kick it, too, but he won't. He looks at the alert on imminent cryogenic failure. "Never powered a ship before, but...worth a try."

Arthur becomes pure white energy in human shape, walking through the wall and protective clear shielding into the power core.

"Right! Light switch!" Porter is pretty good at finding things in the dark, actually. Though they tend to be painful or unwanted things like furniture, rakes, toys, bear traps, punji pits, lava tubes, and the occasional squeaky toy. He moves for a wall, hands outstretched to feel ahead of him. There's bound to be switches. And once he finds some, he can start switching.

Process of elimination. One of them has to work the lights!

Porter does find something sticky on the floor near the body. And a wall. And tubing. And a switch! He switches them all, but there doesn't seem to be any power to the console.

<<'This is Griffin. We've got a victim. Not great. Any chance you guys could do something about the lights on the upper deck?" The Sentinel asks over the radio as he puts a hand on Porter's shoulder. "Last thing we need is you flipping a sleeping space bug's antenna or something. They've got to have flashlights or something on the ship right? What happens if the lights go out? Die?" He asks rhetorically as he moves back towards the way they came. Its too dark fo rthem to operate in here.

Arthur radios back over his watch. << I think I'm about to rectify that for you, but I may be out of communication afterwards. Hopefully this will work and I can leave the rest to you.>> He clicks off and looks at the dimming energy of the power core contained in a secondary containment field within the room. He steps up to it and places his hands against it and focuses. Energy pours from Arthur's energy form into the power core. It starts to brighten gradually as Arthur dims.

For Griffin and Porter, the emergency lights come on at first, dim and flickering, then quickly brighten before the normal lighting and power is finally restored.

In the power core, an exhausted Arthur sinks to his knees while keeping his hands on the power source. He dims until he's solid flesh and blood again as he uses the last of his energy stores. "It's...up to you guys now..." he says before his hands drop from the containment field and he collapses from exhaustion, falling onto his side.

Griffin lets a deep breath go as the lights come on as he steels himself for the sights the lights will bring.

'There. Now get to work,' He thinks to himself as he turns around and takes it all in so he can pick a trail back up. He's seen predators' handiwork before. But they almost always leave behind a trail to follow. After seeing the crewman he's confident he'll find one.

<<"Good job Doc. Great job. We'll handle it from here. You guys stay safe." He replies over the radio.

"Alright Port- you heard the man. Just our mission left." He says with a nod that is meant to bolster his partner for the next part which he's certain will be much more difficult.

"Right." Porter nods. He appears bolstered, now that he can see where he's going. And can see where NOT to look, which is mostly the hanging crewman. "Let's get to it!"

He takes a couple steps further into the corridor. "Um... what're we doing, again?"

"Following a trail..." Griffin answers as he scans the room.

The body's been there for a while it seems. It's been butchered, most of the flesh and muscles stripped away. There's a lot of blood here, but that also means tracks. Bloodied, brown, dried footprints leading away. There's a clear imprint from this gruesome work, leading down the hall and around a corner. Each imprint is fainter than the last.

Porter2 seems to have an issue with unconscious Arthur's. Especially those baking in recently recharged power cores. A rapid FLASH-FLASHTHWUMP-THWUMP FLASH-FLASHTHWUMP-THWUMP pair of pairs occurs. Or, rather a pair, then a double quartet? Porter2 returns Doc Arthur Unconscaevus to the console. Without kicking anything.

Griffin pushes off the ground and flies down the path, summoning energy from his reserves to ready a couple of quick shots to distract or stun whatever it is they are tracking.

He's not particularly enthused about the prospects seeing the trail but he continues on so he can play pointman and make sure he at least gets Porter home to Third and their Pink Princess.

"A lot of traffic this way." He says as he nears the turn.

Griffin's radioed message to Arthur goes unanswered. Who is now no longer cooking in the power core. Aside from some singing on his scarf and coat, he is mostly fine thanks to Porter2's quick work. He rests with his scarf coiled about him.

The heroic team up turn the corner and continue on. There's a faint rustling sound from a dark doorway on the left. The sliding door is stuck half open even with power restored, but the inside of the room is dark. It looks like a storage area with a series of lockers along the wall and some piled up storage cases, most of which seem to have been opened and ransacked.

The Sentinel holds his hand up and closes it quickly to tell Porter to halt as he brings himself to a halt relative to the ship. He points to the half-cocked door leading to the dark room before tapping his ear to indicate he's heard something.

He slides forward towards the door, crouching before the opening but keeping his senses open. The crouching is mostly for Porter's sake- so he can see the ransacked lockers and other details before Griffin goes to play bait. There's a pregnant pause as Griffin gets into position. Eventually his ears adjust to the quiet and he can hear faint, rapid breathing.

Griffin doesn't like the idea of tackling an unknown predator in an unfriendly environment but it looks like that's the job today.

He moves towards the quiet breathing, not daring to breath himself for a long moment as he pushes off with a small bubble of electro-gravitic force. He tries not to move and keep himself between Porter and it of possible.