(This isn't making sense. Tons of aspidrol are being diverted here, but it's actually getting used? Is there any way to prove that the drug is indeed being used up in the sarcophogi(sp?)? Otherwise this does seem like a dead end. Is there anyway I can sense for sure that there is indeed a being in the pod, not something else? I assume there's no window, but I figure if I open one I'll be killing someone.)
Andro crosses his arms and stares at the nearest sarcophogos. There just has to be a way to prove if this is a dead end or not, but as Jedi, he just can't risk killing someone on a hunch.
(Well, here goes nothing. (although I hope not))
Andro decides that he must see for himself. Something just doesn't seem right about the whole investigation, and he can't just give up here. He reaches out with the Force, and seeks out the weakest life signal, the one that might not really be there; or at least someone who might be the farthest gone, unlikely to be saved. When he finds what he thinks he's looking for he takes a deep breath, then gets to work. Not being a very technical individual, it's a risk; someone has to find the answers here.
You can't seem to distingish between the life you feel. Like a forest, endless life but with no mind (and not even the vague feel of a planetary ecosystem you would get in a forest, either), and it all feels the same. Nor can you readily tell who is the most gone, so you choose the first old one you find, one from 23 years ago.
Your pulse races as you clumsily jab at the controls; neutralising the alarms in advance. Your fingers feel fat and stubby as you unlock the sarcophogus, and then your muslces feel tired and weak as you begin to prise it open.
In the eerie silence of the room, only your heartbeat sounds as you try and fractionally lift the lid, and only disturb the occupant for but a moment.
White light inside glares at your eyes, momentarily dazzling you when it opens. You notice you are holding your breath...
... it's occupied. A female form lies within, in perfect condition.
The coffin slams shut, with a clang that sounds tremendously in the great hall.
(Does Andro notice something wrong with him? Or were those sluggish feelings a result of the tampering with someone's coffin?)
Andro slumps back, feeling defeated. How can he be so wrong? He was sure he'd be able to find a container full of drugs down here. Sure, this was only on coffin, but there is no way he can search them all. Besides, it wouldn't be right. He reaches out and rests his hand on the female's sarcophogos he just opened. "Forgive me for disturbing you, but it had to be done." Andro can think of nothing else to do down here, and begins his trip back to the entrance.
It's because you are feeling slightly ill, Andro. Something has unsettled you.
You draw your hand away from the metallic surface of the coffin and turn to leave.
But then you turn back. Odd. The coffin is made of plastic, not metal. As iot should be- just like the deprivation pods. You have no idea why you felt that for a moment.
Something just didn't set right with Andro, and he didn't know what. He wasn't great with the 'sensitive' parts of the Force, and having a Master so sensitive to others and his surroundings as Sae-See Tinn, it was somewhat embarrassing. He wished Gallagher was here; it would probably be immediately obvious to someone as gifted as he. BUT, Gallagher is not here, so it's up to him.
He starts to take a closer look at the coffin. Using every sense available to him (except taste of course, can't have a Jedi going around licking coffins) Andro pours over every inch, trying to see what it is that bothers him about this machine.
(Was that a one-time feeling about the metal surface, or does it continue to feel metal, but look plastic? Is Andro starting to hallucinate, or is it something through the Force? Also, is the sick feeling from a sense, or from the surroundings?)
"It's not my business to chose a successor to any position," says Sienar. "Such things are elected."
It'd be good to have a list about everything Synod related that you don't understand, Gallagher. Andro was trying to find out info earlier but only got so far.
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You are not sure about the source of the nausea, Andro, but there isn't a physical cause.
The coffin feels like plastic, as it should. You SENSE metal, is the thing.
(Andro would like to reopen the coffin, and inspect the interior better. Even the female inside, if it comes to it. I especially want to see that the aspidrol is actually making it into the patients.)
Something just isn't right with these pods, Andro thinks. He hesitates before settling on his decision, but he must know for sure. Whispering another apology to the occupant, he goes through the steps to reopen the coffin. Why does he sense metal...