Signal Fade (Day 2, LM, Mirror Cove)

[Theodore Beker]

"Yeah, that's what I am doing. There in theory could be more but I think the system will just give out," he flicked his eyes back and forth to the download progress and the system, "Given the shape of everything it must have been relaying this for decades. It's a miracle it wasn't completely dead."

[Karlotta Roth]

"Will be useful to triangulate, yes."

She takes her communicator, giving message to mechs.

"We have found out a terminal with the archive of the recording. We won't know the location, but we will maybe know what it says."

[Dr. Reinhardt]

Staying at the hatch, to not crowd those inside, the Doctor calls down, "Anything interesting or useful that we might count as salvage?"

[Theodore Beker]

"I suppose we could look around," he looks at the terminal, "Maybe that if we can get it loose."

[Comstar]

While the items were certain of historical interest, they were in appalling condition. They'd have little value without an extremely lengthy restoration, and even that, not that much value. The transmitter, perhaps, but that was too large to transport, and it also showed the ravages of time and a constant environment of salt water.

The download beeped complete, one garbled message safely obtained. That just left the question of what else they wanted to try, if anything.

[Dr. Reinhardt]

"Anything else you want to try? Did we get a directional at all? "

[Theodore Beker]

"Well, the download is done and clear. It won't hurt us to try," he started to move through menus, "Wish me luck!"

[Comstar]

(Computer Operation/Intelligence vs TN 35)

[Karlotta Roth]

She looked at the screen as if deciphering something, offering some insights on things if the technician forgot.
(OoC: Roll it with my help. It's a +1 to your roll.)

[Theodore Beker]

He made an effort but as predicted the screen started popping in and out as error messages came up before it finally futzed out. "Scheisse! It is no good, too many parts of the system have degraded to junk." He quickly repacked his bag, "Time to go."