All of the talk in the dining hall had given Yondu an idea.
He has noticed that the entities aren't entering most of the rooms. That's strange, but good. Can't quite figure out why. So far the invisible machines (he's been assuming them to be machines after the first encounter) have reminded him more of security bots than actual invaders. They patrol in public access areas like they belong there and know where they're allowed. Their blows feel like stun baton charges. But there's still a whole hell of a lot of speculation.
He's in the middle of trolling through lockboxes or desk drawers he can easily pick because they need more. Occasionally he can be seen with a metal dart from his jacket stuck out from between his sharp teeth, held there while his hands are busy rifling through items like photos or souvenirs. He's not finding anything useful, just idle personal possessions. He'll mutter muffled words under his breath and leave an open box on a desk. He checks under tables still, but there's only the usual undertable detritus and nothing useful.
And he needs them out of the way if he's going to continue to look around and find more info. He picks up a speaker in the computer library, checking the back of it for connectors. "Hey could I get your help with somethin'?" he asks the person next to him.
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He has noticed that the entities aren't entering most of the rooms. That's strange, but good. Can't quite figure out why. So far the invisible machines (he's been assuming them to be machines after the first encounter) have reminded him more of security bots than actual invaders. They patrol in public access areas like they belong there and know where they're allowed. Their blows feel like stun baton charges. But there's still a whole hell of a lot of speculation.
He's in the middle of trolling through lockboxes or desk drawers he can easily pick because they need more. Occasionally he can be seen with a metal dart from his jacket stuck out from between his sharp teeth, held there while his hands are busy rifling through items like photos or souvenirs. He's not finding anything useful, just idle personal possessions. He'll mutter muffled words under his breath and leave an open box on a desk. He checks under tables still, but there's only the usual undertable detritus and nothing useful.
And he needs them out of the way if he's going to continue to look around and find more info. He picks up a speaker in the computer library, checking the back of it for connectors. "Hey could I get your help with somethin'?" he asks the person next to him.