[Narration + Video]
By Day Three Ash had finally started to settle into the bizarre atmosphere of the Pradeda. Kind of. There was still the creaking of metal, the constant hum of machinery, powdered space food, magical unicorn roommates, and all the misfits and nutjobs that made up the current crew doing misfit and nutjob things... Okay, he still wasn't quite used to that... But hey, it was a start. Ash still wanted nothing more than to go home and he didn't care how he got there, which settled his resolve on picking up the pace in engineering. Even if he had no idea what the hell he was doing, he knew he should at at least try to help repair this broken bucket of bolts rather than sit around doing nothing. This morning's Friendly Ship Announcements about the environmental controls being offline and all that other garbage certainly helped usher that mentality along. Do not panic, my ass.
"Augh! Damn it!" He muttered as the pliers he had been holding slipped and clattered to the floor of the engineering room for the umpteenth time.
Yeah. Easier said then done when you were working with technology you had never seen before, and with only one hand.
"This is getting ridiculous." And frustrating, especially with the knowledge that there was some bigmouth moron of a robot walking around with arms and legs that he apparently never had before arriving here. Ash did what he had to do to save his life at the threat of demonic possession, which came at the sacrifice of his right hand but now it was doing him no good. Hell, if he had the spare time and supplies he'd just build himself a...
Hey. Now that was an idea! There was certainly enough scrap parts around to do it. Yeah, that'd show Garrus what kind of foundation came from Michigan State.
So one montage with significantly less medieval scenery later... Ash had made himself something pretty handy; a completely functional prosthetic hand. But before he could even get a groovy word of self-satisfying approval out of his mouth, someone--no, a something passed right by him.
"Who's that?!" Ash put up his dukes, appreciative he had two in which to do so now. Oh, how he wished he brought his shotgun down here, nevermind the Very Bad repercussions that could come from firing something like that inside a space ship... However, the ethereal figures paid Ash no mind and hovered around, blurring in and out of existence, but were definitely there. After studying them for a few long and wary moments, Ash decided they weren't interested in killing or possessing him. He ventured a cautious greeting.
"...Hey." No response.
"Hey." He tried again, louder. Still no response. He really was going crazy. Last time he saw a ghost it was Knowby's big, useless floating ghost head. "You guys wouldn't happen to be related to Professor Knowby by chance, would you?"
Not even a passing glance.
"Right. You're probably related to tacky jumpsuit girl." Pause. More studying. "Listen, I hate to break up your party, but I got work to do, and you're in the way. So if you don't mind..." He trailed off, as they faded out of existence once more. Ash looked around the room and saw no sign of the ghostly figures.
"Yeah." He announced with a firm nod, mostly just to reassure himself. "That's what I thought."
This of course, would not be the last time he'd see them. Eventually, at some point, Ash had enough and thought it best to complain about it to someone who might actually talk back.
Hey, would someone mind giving the Ghostbusters a damn call? I can't any work done down here in engineering like this.
And can someone do something about the air conditioning? It's getting a tad bit nipply, if you catch my drift.
"Augh! Damn it!" He muttered as the pliers he had been holding slipped and clattered to the floor of the engineering room for the umpteenth time.
Yeah. Easier said then done when you were working with technology you had never seen before, and with only one hand.
"This is getting ridiculous." And frustrating, especially with the knowledge that there was some bigmouth moron of a robot walking around with arms and legs that he apparently never had before arriving here. Ash did what he had to do to save his life at the threat of demonic possession, which came at the sacrifice of his right hand but now it was doing him no good. Hell, if he had the spare time and supplies he'd just build himself a...
Hey. Now that was an idea! There was certainly enough scrap parts around to do it. Yeah, that'd show Garrus what kind of foundation came from Michigan State.
So one montage with significantly less medieval scenery later... Ash had made himself something pretty handy; a completely functional prosthetic hand. But before he could even get a groovy word of self-satisfying approval out of his mouth, someone--no, a something passed right by him.
"Who's that?!" Ash put up his dukes, appreciative he had two in which to do so now. Oh, how he wished he brought his shotgun down here, nevermind the Very Bad repercussions that could come from firing something like that inside a space ship... However, the ethereal figures paid Ash no mind and hovered around, blurring in and out of existence, but were definitely there. After studying them for a few long and wary moments, Ash decided they weren't interested in killing or possessing him. He ventured a cautious greeting.
"...Hey." No response.
"Hey." He tried again, louder. Still no response. He really was going crazy. Last time he saw a ghost it was Knowby's big, useless floating ghost head. "You guys wouldn't happen to be related to Professor Knowby by chance, would you?"
Not even a passing glance.
"Right. You're probably related to tacky jumpsuit girl." Pause. More studying. "Listen, I hate to break up your party, but I got work to do, and you're in the way. So if you don't mind..." He trailed off, as they faded out of existence once more. Ash looked around the room and saw no sign of the ghostly figures.
"Yeah." He announced with a firm nod, mostly just to reassure himself. "That's what I thought."
This of course, would not be the last time he'd see them. Eventually, at some point, Ash had enough and thought it best to complain about it to someone who might actually talk back.
Hey, would someone mind giving the Ghostbusters a damn call? I can't any work done down here in engineering like this.
And can someone do something about the air conditioning? It's getting a tad bit nipply, if you catch my drift.