Red Sands (Closed, IC)

[souldrive11]

15 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

The people of deadwood had formed a crowd around a single man, keeping there distance. A single man knelt on the rust-colored earth, his chest exposed and covered in wounds. He had a single piece of grey cloth covering his entire head, fastened to his neck with a painful-looking golden ornament. His bare arms had seven void keys embedded in each, though these bore scratches and chips in them. Three more keys ran along his spine, looking even worse than their counterparts on his arm. A bloody flail lay on ground beside him.

The townsfolk shuffled nervously, glancing at each other occasionally, as if to see who would approach him first. The strange flagellant looked up patiently at them, even as blood ran down his chest and pooled around his knees.

Up on her perch, Mia quietly unholsters her Latron, fingers clenching around the shiny grip. It is a rare thing that the Hierarchy's key users would be singled out like this without ulterior motives, and at first glance the man doesn't fit the standard physical profile of the cut and file.

Still, having near twenty of the relics embedded inside him is *very* high cause for concern, as by that point the entire localized area is pretty much putty in their hands, damaged keys or not. With a wary eye and mind, the cloaked Nyx continues to observe for now unless the target makes an aggressive move.

[bowiespoon]

2 hours ago, souldrive11 said:

Up on her perch, Mia quietly unholsters her Latron, fingers clenching around the shiny grip. It is a rare thing that the Hierarchy's key users would be singled out like this without ulterior motives, and at first glance the man doesn't fit the standard physical profile of the cut and file.

Still, having near twenty of the relics embedded inside him is *very* high cause for concern, as by that point the entire localized area is pretty much putty in their hands, damaged keys or not. With a wary eye and mind, the cloaked Nyx continues to observe for now unless the target makes an aggressive move.

After several long seconds of nobody saying anything, a family moved there way to the front of the crowd, stepping nervously towards the flagellant. There were two parents standing protectively to either side of a child so sickly that it looked like the mere effort of standing was an exhausting task. They were probably from offworld, with immune systems unaccustomed to the local diseases. Whatever the child had contracted looked serious even to an untrained eye. Sweat ran down his forehead in buckets, and it was probably more than the heat causing it.

The flagellant looked at the child, and spoke in a hoarse whisper so faint it was hard to wonder if it wasn't simply imagined.

"Come here." he said in a raw and wavering voice, "Sit down."

The child, terrified of the blood-covered stranger, looked to his parents for reassurance. They gently moved him forward, giving him a reassuring look - at least until he looked away.

Trembling, the child shuffled up to the man, and sat on his knees in front of him. The man put a hand on the child's shoulder, and reach for his flail with the other

*CRACK*

The man drove the whip into his own back, shuddering with pain. The child's eyes were squeezed shut, but slowly opened when he realized that he was not the one receiving the lashing.

*CRACK*

Again, the man raked the barbed flail across his back, but this time something happened. The child's back began to glow in the exact spots where the flagellant had opened new wounds.

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

And so it went, with the man flaying himself, and the child glowing in the respective spots. For the better part of an hour, the crowd watching in undisguised horror and fascination. Then, just as suddenly as he had started, the man dropped his flail and released the child. The boy stumbled back to his parents, the strange glowing fading to nothing seconds after being released by the flagellant.

The bleeding man pointed to the child, who now exhibited none of the signs of illness that he had barely an hour ago.

"This is what we can do for you," he said in his strange, raspy voice, "All we ask for in return is your loyalty."

[bowiespoon]

22 hours ago, EscortAlpha said:

Svytoj Clenched his Arm quickly, ignoring the pain in his head as he helped the fluid coagulate. He sent a quick spray of bullets into the facility, hoping to deter his attacker. There was one saving grace: Grineer mass production. Svytoj activated the Distress beckon on his archwing, the only thing that now worked, and tossed outside the facility as he blindly sealed the door.
He began bullet jumping erratically into the facility, watching for signs of movement as he moved.

After going quite some distance into the facility, Svytoj's ability to perceive written letters returned. The distress beacon outside was quickly destroyed, but was able to briefly transmit a signal out to anyone nearby.

A figure in a grey duster stood in front of the sealed door, loading two bullets into a revolver.

[EscortAlpha]

7 minutes ago, bowiespoon said:

After going quite some distance into the facility, Svytoj's ability to perceive written letters returned. The distress beacon outside was quickly destroyed, but was able to briefly transmit a signal out to anyone nearby.

A figure in a grey duster stood in front of the sealed door, loading two bullets into a revolver.

Svytoj stopped dead, Screeching to a halt as he looked over his now clear HUD.
"...okay then..." He said as he looked back where he had come from. He began marching back towards the door as he watched for his HUD to become distorted again.
He ensured that his Soma had a full clip as he approached the door, keeping to one side of it as he approached.

[bowiespoon]

30 minutes ago, EscortAlpha said:

Svytoj stopped dead, Screeching to a halt as he looked over his now clear HUD.
"...okay then..." He said as he looked back where he had come from. He began marching back towards the door as he watched for his HUD to become distorted again.
He ensured that his Soma had a full clip as he approached the door, keeping to one side of it as he approached.

His HUD did not become distorted again, and nothing else out of the ordinary happened to Svytoj's senses. His bullet wounds now throbbed painfully in the correct places, and the wind was once again blowing correctly.

[souldrive11]

3 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

After several long seconds of nobody saying anything, a family moved there way to the front of the crowd, stepping nervously towards the flagellant. There were two parents standing protectively to either side of a child so sickly that it looked like the mere effort of standing was an exhausting task. They were probably from offworld, with immune systems unaccustomed to the local diseases. Whatever the child had contracted looked serious even to an untrained eye. Sweat ran down his forehead in buckets, and it was probably more than the heat causing it.

The flagellant looked at the child, and spoke in a hoarse whisper so faint it was hard to wonder if it wasn't simply imagined.

"Come here." he said in a raw and wavering voice, "Sit down."

The child, terrified of the blood-covered stranger, looked to his parents for reassurance. They gently moved him forward, giving him a reassuring look - at least until he looked away.

Trembling, the child shuffled up to the man, and sat on his knees in front of him. The man put a hand on the child's shoulder, and reach for his flail with the other

*CRACK*

The man drove the whip into his own back, shuddering with pain. The child's eyes were squeezed shut, but slowly opened when he realized that he was not the one receiving the lashing.

*CRACK*

Again, the man raked the barbed flail across his back, but this time something happened. The child's back began to glow in the exact spots where the flagellant had opened new wounds.

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

And so it went, with the man flaying himself, and the child glowing in the respective spots. For the better part of an hour, the crowd watching in undisguised horror and fascination. Then, just as suddenly as he had started, the man dropped his flail and released the child. The boy stumbled back to his parents, the strange glowing fading to nothing seconds after being released by the flagellant.

The bleeding man pointed to the child, who now exhibited none of the signs of illness that he had barely an hour ago.

"This is what we can do for you," he said in his strange, raspy voice, "All we ask for in return is your loyalty."

15 minutes ago, EscortAlpha said:

Svytoj stopped dead, Screeching to a halt as he looked over his now clear HUD.
"...okay then..." He said as he looked back where he had come from. He began marching back towards the door as he watched for his HUD to become distorted again.
He ensured that his Soma had a full clip as he approached the door, keeping to one side of it as he approached.

Part of Mia wishes that she was repulsed by the hour long appalling excuse for..."healing", but she's seen and felt too much over the centuries to even give the scene a raised eyebrow. Instead, the Nyx raises her bolt rifle, though her index finger moves out of the trigger guard and joins the rest of the hand below on the grip. 

Sliding into a prone position, Mia`s synthesis scanner sends encoded bursts of the realtime footage over to Embassa (unless you decided to change Svy's handler when i wasn't looking ^^;) and Marcus. Making reckless moves in a crowd of civilians would not bode well for anyone. More importantly, she's concerned that the "healing" below comes with a catch, including possible withdrawals or relapses on the child, at worst possibly mind control; there's always a catch when it comes to these things and considering who's performing the flagellation, the worry is very much real.

Reaching a high enough altitude above the settlement, the earlier Scimitar from Deadwood coasts off into the distance as the Valkyr P stands in from the oribiter's opening hanger doors. Without any hesitation, it jumps with both feet into the open air, and silently skydives down towards the buildings below as the craft pulls up and fades into transparency.

[EscortAlpha]

11 minutes ago, bowiespoon said:

His HUD did not become distorted again, and nothing else out of the ordinary happened to Svytoj's senses. His bullet wounds now throbbed painfully in the correct places, and the wind was once again blowing correctly.

Svytoj quickly typed something into the doors control panel, setting it to open in 5 seconds.
5: he moved to the opposite side of the door, making sure he had enough space.
4: he placed both grakatas on the ground.
3: He placed his Redeemer on the ground.
2: The frost readied it's soma, aiming at the door.
1: The Frost stepped towards the door, lights flickering as they slid open.
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7 minutes ago, souldrive11 said:

Part of Mia wishes that she was repulsed by the hour long appalling excuse for..."healing", but she's seen and felt too much over the centuries to even give the scene a raised eyebrow. Instead, the Nyx raises her bolt rifle, though her index finger moves out of the trigger guard and joins the rest of the hand below on the grip. 

Sliding into a prone position, Mia`s synthesis scanner sends encoded bursts of the realtime footage over to Embassa (unless you decided to change Svy's handler when i wasn't looking ^^;) and Marcus. Making reckless moves in a crowd of civilians would not bode well for anyone. More importantly, she's concerned that the "healing" below comes with a catch, including possible withdrawals or relapses on the child, at worst possibly mind control; there's always a catch when it comes to these things and considering who's performing the flagellation, the worry is very much real.

Reaching a high enough altitude above the settlement, the earlier Scimitar from Deadwood coasts off into the distance as the Valkyr P stands in from the oribiter's opening hanger doors. Without any hesitation, it jumps with both feet into the open air, and silently skydives down towards the buildings below as the craft pulls up and fades into transparency.

A small blue flicker appeared at the edge of Mia's HUD; She had Embassa's attention.
{...Fascinating...} She said, her interest thoroughly piqued as she watched the event's unfolding.

[Daakjenaar]

"No... no... NO!"

Tarnas was pacing back and forth in one if the nearly endless abandoned rooms of the Formorian, looking at an update from Tycho.

"I'm afraid so. He's in one of the nearby settlements as we speak, searching for information." Tycho continued.

"Ready my Archwing! I'm not letting this get out of hand!" Tarnas responded, furious. This was strange, as he was normally calm or emotionless to the point of sociopath-like behavior.

"It's taking influence again. I recommend you take some of the medication, and wait a while. Try to calm-"

"You've been saying it for weeks! It hasn't done ANYTHING!" Tarnas interrupted. "Day after day of this! Clogori needs to die now!"

"Administering sedative." Tycho responded. A moment later, Tarnas visibly began moving much slower. He seemed calmer, definitely.

[rabbitsandroses]

Just outside of Deadwood, not too far from the current goings on, a worn off-white and orange mantis slowed into a practiced landing with ease. As the swirl of sand from the mantis' engines died down, a similarly weather-beaten looking Frost exited and landed in the sand, a hek strapped to his back and a sheev at his side. ((I will likely share some pics I have of him in ooc at some point.)) A short, bulky raksa kubrow followed close at his heels, panting happily as she followed him into town.

[bowiespoon]

On 7/10/2017 at 10:52 PM, souldrive11 said:

Part of Mia wishes that she was repulsed by the hour long appalling excuse for..."healing", but she's seen and felt too much over the centuries to even give the scene a raised eyebrow. Instead, the Nyx raises her bolt rifle, though her index finger moves out of the trigger guard and joins the rest of the hand below on the grip. 

Sliding into a prone position, Mia`s synthesis scanner sends encoded bursts of the realtime footage over to Embassa (unless you decided to change Svy's handler when i wasn't looking ^^;) and Marcus. Making reckless moves in a crowd of civilians would not bode well for anyone. More importantly, she's concerned that the "healing" below comes with a catch, including possible withdrawals or relapses on the child, at worst possibly mind control; there's always a catch when it comes to these things and considering who's performing the flagellation, the worry is very much real.

Reaching a high enough altitude above the settlement, the earlier Scimitar from Deadwood coasts off into the distance as the Valkyr P stands in from the oribiter's opening hanger doors. Without any hesitation, it jumps with both feet into the open air, and silently skydives down towards the buildings below as the craft pulls up and fades into transparency.

((I'm alive!))

It was so faint that it was hard to tell if wasn't just an effect of the heat, but there was a faint shimmer on a roof overlooking the congregation, which had now begun to disperse now that the spectacle was over.

 

[bowiespoon]

On 7/10/2017 at 11:19 PM, EscortAlpha said:

Svytoj quickly typed something into the doors control panel, setting it to open in 5 seconds.
5: he moved to the opposite side of the door, making sure he had enough space.
4: he placed both grakatas on the ground.
3: He placed his Redeemer on the ground.
2: The frost readied it's soma, aiming at the door.
1: The Frost stepped towards the door, lights flickering as they slid open.
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A small blue flicker appeared at the edge of Mia's HUD; She had Embassa's attention.
{...Fascinating...} She said, her interest thoroughly piqued as she watched the event's unfolding.

There was nothing there, but Svytoj could hear the sound of someone running deeper into the facility behind him.

[bowiespoon]

On 7/12/2017 at 11:33 PM, rabbitsandroses said:

Just outside of Deadwood, not too far from the current goings on, a worn off-white and orange mantis slowed into a practiced landing with ease. As the swirl of sand from the mantis' engines died down, a similarly weather-beaten looking Frost exited and landed in the sand, a hek strapped to his back and a sheev at his side. ((I will likely share some pics I have of him in ooc at some point.)) A short, bulky raksa kubrow followed close at his heels, panting happily as she followed him into town.

There wasn't much to see in Deadwood, it was essentially just a collection of shacks thrown together as temporary places of residence. The only structures that stood out were two bars on opposite sides of the settlement, and a shop selling guns - mostly outdated grineer rifles and a couple deras, nothing particularly interesting.

There weren't many people out, as it was the hottest part of the day. Most would be out in the fields of wrecked ships, scrounging for valuable salvage. The only parts of town that could be considered remotely active were the bars, as they offered shade and chilled drinks - sold at ludicrous prices, of course.

[souldrive11]

4 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

((I'm alive!))

It was so faint that it was hard to tell if wasn't just an effect of the heat, but there was a faint shimmer on a roof overlooking the congregation, which had now begun to disperse now that the spectacle was over.

An almost entirely transparent smaller mass breaks off the rooftops, and leaps off the perch and down the alleyway to the ground below. Weaving between the crowds and shadows, it stealthily leaps over crates and ledges to a rooftop adjacent to the shimmer, keeping a low body position.

[rabbitsandroses]

6 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

There wasn't much to see in Deadwood, it was essentially just a collection of shacks thrown together as temporary places of residence. The only structures that stood out were two bars on opposite sides of the settlement, and a shop selling guns - mostly outdated grineer rifles and a couple deras, nothing particularly interesting.

There weren't many people out, as it was the hottest part of the day. Most would be out in the fields of wrecked ships, scrounging for valuable salvage. The only parts of town that could be considered remotely active were the bars, as they offered shade and chilled drinks - sold at ludicrous prices, of course.

The frost headed inside one of the bars, making sure the stubby brown kubrow wiped her feet before following him in. She stayed close to his heel as he settled into an empty spot and ordered his small companion a bowl of water. His heavy hand calmly scratched her course fur as he waited, listening to any possible conversation around him.
((I kinda want him to be a regular here, but I dunno how viable that is))

[EscortAlpha]

8 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

There was nothing there, but Svytoj could hear the sound of someone running deeper into the facility behind him.

The frost looked down the hall where the noise was coming from, Soma raised.
T̸h͏is isn't goơd..́. Svytoj thought, waiting for the assailants next move.

[Daakjenaar]

For the first time in months, Tarnas left the Formorian. The moment he exited through one of the many holes in the hull, he was immediately blinded by the sunlight. Stunned, he staggered backwards, and struggled to adjust to the bright light.

"Tycho... How much of the sedative do you have...?" Tarnas asked, barely able to look at the desert around him.

"I can supply regular doses for roughly a week with my current reserves. I have much more currently available in the Xiphos, if you're taking that to wherever your destination is." Tycho responded.

"The Formorian isn't safe anymore. I'm packing up all of the supplies, and finding somewhere I can lay low. Perhaps an abandoned outpost or small settlement." Tarnas suggested.

"Understood. Uploading myself to the Xiphos computer system." Tycho said.

And away from the Grineer computer, finally. Those savages still use an OS like Vista.

[bowiespoon]

On 7/15/2017 at 7:04 PM, souldrive11 said:

An almost entirely transparent smaller mass breaks off the rooftops, and leaps off the perch and down the alleyway to the ground below. Weaving between the crowds and shadows, it stealthily leaps over crates and ledges to a rooftop adjacent to the shimmer, keeping a low body position.

For the barest fraction of a second, the shimmer became visible. It was a sniper, clad entirely in black armor. Multiple goggles, night vision goggles, and other apparatus that would normally cover the eyes were strapped in several spots around his arms and legs, serving no tactical purpose. Perhaps they were some sort of trophy? A bizarre way of distinguishing rank? Over his eyes were a strange set of optics, with one eye having a scope-like protrusion (Sort like the mesa graxx helmet). Other than that, his helmet was completely featureless.

The man raised his sniper and fired at the flagellant in the center of town, his bullet entering and exiting the man's heart. He didn't stop there however, and fired three more shots - one in the head, and one in each lung.

[bowiespoon]

23 hours ago, EscortAlpha said:

The frost looked down the hall where the noise was coming from, Soma raised.
T̸h͏is isn't goơd..́. Svytoj thought, waiting for the assailants next move.

The second the frost turned away from the door, he took a bullet to each knee, the munitions remaining in his legs. They had been fired from inside the facility, not out.

Still no visible target.

((I'm kinda just waiting for you to bring in your other guy before I start up the fight, as the Constable will be a lot easier to track when he has two people to fight.))

Edited July 17, 2017 by bowiespoon

[EscortAlpha]

2 minutes ago, bowiespoon said:

The second the frost turned away from the door, he took a bullet to each knee, the munitions remaining in his legs. They had been fired from inside the facility, not out.

The Frost Staggered, somehow managing to stay upright on two injured knees. Soma rounds flew down the hall as the Frost returned fire.
Is he there? or is he only making me think he's there? Svytoj thought, the Frost hobbling forward, muzzle flash erupting from the end of the Soma.

[bowiespoon]

On 7/15/2017 at 8:50 PM, rabbitsandroses said:

The frost headed inside one of the bars, making sure the stubby brown kubrow wiped her feet before following him in. She stayed close to his heel as he settled into an empty spot and ordered his small companion a bowl of water. His heavy hand calmly scratched her course fur as he waited, listening to any possible conversation around him.
((I kinda want him to be a regular here, but I dunno how viable that is))

((I can work with that))

The bar was more empty that usual, given that most were out in the fields. Most here looked grim and resigned, and more than a few had limbs bound in splints. The Corpus and Grineer wrecks were highly dangerous, and a few moments of inattention could result in grievous injury. These men and women were likely departing on the next ship going offworld, hence their somber mood.

A waiter brought over the bowl of water, setting it beside the kubrow.

"Will you be having anything?" the man asked distractedly, glancing around suddenly with a slight frown, as if something was out of place.

[rabbitsandroses]

15 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

((I can work with that))

The bar was more empty that usual, given that most were out in the fields. Most here looked grim and resigned, and more than a few had limbs bound in splints. The Corpus and Grineer wrecks were highly dangerous, and a few moments of inattention could result in grievous injury. These men and women were likely departing on the next ship going offworld, hence their somber mood.

A waiter brought over the bowl of water, setting it beside the kubrow.

"Will you be having anything?" the man asked distractedly, glancing around suddenly with a slight frown, as if something was out of place.

"Hm...no, I'm alright, thank you." He said as the kubrow eagerly began lapping up the water, stubby tail wagging. The frost glanced around as well, picking up on the odd feel of the room. "Say, something happen while I was away? You could cut the tension in here with a knife." He considered the happy kubrow at his feet. "That one wreck didn't finally give out, did it? That thing was ready to collapse the day it was found."

[souldrive11]

17 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

For the barest fraction of a second, the shimmer became visible. It was a sniper, clad entirely in black armor. Multiple goggles, night vision goggles, and other apparatus that would normally cover the eyes were strapped in several spots around his arms and legs, serving no tactical purpose. Perhaps they were some sort of trophy? A bizarre way of distinguishing rank? Over his eyes were a strange set of optics, with one eye having a scope-like protrusion (Sort like the mesa graxx helmet). Other than that, his helmet was completely featureless.

The man raised his sniper and fired at the flagellant in the center of town, his bullet entering and exiting the man's heart. He didn't stop there however, and fired three more shots - one in the head, and one in each lung.

17 hours ago, EscortAlpha said:

A small blue flicker appeared at the edge of Mia's HUD; She had Embassa's attention.
{...Fascinating...} She said, her interest thoroughly piqued as she watched the event's unfolding.

Mia's trigger finger jumped into position, her aim still keeping a lock on the inquisitor below in case he decides to go on a rampage on the civilians below. At the dispersing crowd she reached in and squeezed down on the bubbling noises of panic and fear; heightening their flight response and nudging them towards quickly making their way to cover, away from the inquisitor and sniper's line of sights. On the side of her HUD, the separate screen on the adjacent rooftop continues it's vigil, zooming in on the sniper and sending it's encrypted bursts to the connected cephalon; hoping that it's hopefully higher spec sensors will be able to make more details out.

[EscortAlpha]

23 hours ago, bowiespoon said:

For the barest fraction of a second, the shimmer became visible. It was a sniper, clad entirely in black armor. Multiple goggles, night vision goggles, and other apparatus that would normally cover the eyes were strapped in several spots around his arms and legs, serving no tactical purpose. Perhaps they were some sort of trophy? A bizarre way of distinguishing rank? Over his eyes were a strange set of optics, with one eye having a scope-like protrusion (Sort like the mesa graxx helmet). Other than that, his helmet was completely featureless.

The man raised his sniper and fired at the flagellant in the center of town, his bullet entering and exiting the man's heart. He didn't stop there however, and fired three more shots - one in the head, and one in each lung.

5 hours ago, souldrive11 said:

Mia's trigger finger jumped into position, her aim still keeping a lock on the inquisitor below in case he decides to go on a rampage on the civilians below. At the dispersing crowd she reached in and squeezed down on the bubbling noises of panic and fear; heightening their flight response and nudging them towards quickly making their way to cover, away from the inquisitor and sniper's line of sights. On the side of her HUD, the separate screen on the adjacent rooftop continues it's vigil, zooming in on the sniper and sending it's encrypted bursts to the connected cephalon; hoping that it's hopefully higher spec sensors will be able to make more details out.

The Cephalon began playing back the the snipers barrage, checking the various facets of the assault: types of energy emissions, the sound of the rifle, even scanning for trace particles, anything that may help trace the origin of the sniper and his equipment. Embassa
{...If I am correct, this is a member of the group that collected our rogue frost....} Embassa said, still skimming the footage for new information. {...Very troubling: with this new display of hostility, we may have just ended up in our own three-way war. I will continue my analysis, but please remain cautious...} she continued, the blue flicker still at the edge of Mia's HUD.

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The message cut out quickly, whatever was sending it was either destroyed or too week to produce a viable signal. It was too faint to trace its origin.

Edited July 18, 2017 by EscortAlpha

[bowiespoon]

On 7/17/2017 at 2:08 PM, rabbitsandroses said:

"Hm...no, I'm alright, thank you." He said as the kubrow eagerly began lapping up the water, stubby tail wagging. The frost glanced around as well, picking up on the odd feel of the room. "Say, something happen while I was away? You could cut the tension in here with a knife." He considered the happy kubrow at his feet. "That one wreck didn't finally give out, did it? That thing was ready to collapse the day it was found."

The waiter leaned forward, lowering his voice to a whisper, so that the other patron's wouldn't here.

"A couple of salvaging teams finally got greedy or desperate enough to loot it. The rusted hull caved in on a bunch of them, dropping a ton of sand on them. These poor souls are the only ones who came back."

The waiter glanced around the room again, shaking his head.

"Personally, you couldn't get me out on one of those old ships even if you held a gun to my head."

[rabbitsandroses]

1 minute ago, bowiespoon said:

The waiter leaned forward, lowering his voice to a whisper, so that the other patron's wouldn't here.

"A couple of salvaging teams finally got greedy or desperate enough to loot it. The rusted hull caved in on a bunch of them, dropping a ton of sand on them. These poor souls are the only ones who came back."

The waiter glanced around the room again, shaking his head.

"Personally, you couldn't get me out on one of those old ships even if you held a gun to my head."

He nodded solemnly. "Bound to happen eventually, I suppose. Still, shame to hear it."

"And, to be honest, holding a gun to your head tends to be safer than heading into one of those things."

Another glance around the room. "I don't suppose any other noteworthy info made it past the big news? I imagine there isn't much else to talk about after all that."