Xenon stepped forward before scanning the Sul.
-Strange, you are quite emotional for someone volontering for a job that will require to kill a consequent number of people, also, it seems that your earing has been seriously damaged.
He then turned toward Drake.
-If you do this during the upcomming mission while she isn't attacking you or your comrades, this would be considered as a direct aggression, and not self-defence, be careful, you have gotten her by surprise with your custom weapons, but it won't happen again, next time, she'll be ready.
He then put an hand to his ear, like if he was using an earpiece.
-General ? This is Xenon, the incident is over, shall I bring them in immediately or give them time to recover ? To you, over.
He patiently awaited for the response.
The Altar
The second Raven face appeared on the shinny new screen Delta started unloading what she wanted to say, which was a lot of insults.
-YOU ******* PIECE OF **** WHAT THE **** WERE YOU TWO ******* THINKING ? YOU ALMOST GOT US ALL KILLED YOU ******* ! NEXT TIME, I WANT AT LEAST TO HAVE A GOD DAMN POWER ARMOR, YOU HEAR ME ?
-Wow wow, calm down Delta, what's gotten into you ?
-My sister almost died, that's the problem ! Along with all of the others !
-Hey, calm down, Alpha brought that on herself.
-I...You're right, but next time, please, at least give us a proper power armor.
-Why ? You're not happy with what you have ? Replied Anastasia.
-In case you didn't notice, I'm not the silent type.
-Ah ah, very funny.
Delta sighed before slightly relaxing, at least it couldn't be much worst.
-Wait we have a cat tail ? Exclaimed Blake.
And everyone froze, including the two in the Command Room, Delta opened her eyes, completely black and looked at the two AIs, they started talking, each one finishing the other's sentence.
-Right, uh
-About that
-We should have told you that
-The R&D found the concept of cat ears
-Very cute, so...
-They also gave you a cat tail
Delta stared at them, her expression blank.
-I'll be calling R&D
The two AIs sighed in relief.
-And I'll be passing a special command to replace all of your bodies, it seems they suddendly got outdated, oohhh, I'm so sorry, we only have nekos body in stock, but you wouldn't mind, right ?
The two other froze, before slightly nodding, Delta smiled before hanging up, then her smile dispeared as she nearly crushed the new screen, then she took a few deep breaths before making another call.
Mission Command
The two stared in total silence at the now black screen.
-Soooo....We're screwed, right ? Said Raven.
-....I hate you.
-See, you're already starting to talk like a human ! That's an improvement !
-At least we have some time left before we're stuck in neko's bodies.
-Actually...
The two turned their heads to see Armalia of the R&D standing in the doorway, with two catgirl body behind her.
-We had anticipated that, now ladies, if you may.
The two AIs looked at each other before sighing.
-This is gonna be a long day, they said in unisson.
[A little more humoristic post than usual, just to lighten up the mood, also, I love catgirls]
-Strange, you are quite emotional for someone volontering for a job that will require to kill a consequent number of people, also, it seems that your earing has been seriously damaged.
He then turned toward Drake.
-If you do this during the upcomming mission while she isn't attacking you or your comrades, this would be considered as a direct aggression, and not self-defence, be careful, you have gotten her by surprise with your custom weapons, but it won't happen again, next time, she'll be ready.
He then put an hand to his ear, like if he was using an earpiece.
-General ? This is Xenon, the incident is over, shall I bring them in immediately or give them time to recover ? To you, over.
He patiently awaited for the response.
The Altar
The second Raven face appeared on the shinny new screen Delta started unloading what she wanted to say, which was a lot of insults.
-YOU ******* PIECE OF **** WHAT THE **** WERE YOU TWO ******* THINKING ? YOU ALMOST GOT US ALL KILLED YOU ******* ! NEXT TIME, I WANT AT LEAST TO HAVE A GOD DAMN POWER ARMOR, YOU HEAR ME ?
-Wow wow, calm down Delta, what's gotten into you ?
-My sister almost died, that's the problem ! Along with all of the others !
-Hey, calm down, Alpha brought that on herself.
-I...You're right, but next time, please, at least give us a proper power armor.
-Why ? You're not happy with what you have ? Replied Anastasia.
-In case you didn't notice, I'm not the silent type.
-Ah ah, very funny.
Delta sighed before slightly relaxing, at least it couldn't be much worst.
-Wait we have a cat tail ? Exclaimed Blake.
And everyone froze, including the two in the Command Room, Delta opened her eyes, completely black and looked at the two AIs, they started talking, each one finishing the other's sentence.
-Right, uh
-About that
-We should have told you that
-The R&D found the concept of cat ears
-Very cute, so...
-They also gave you a cat tail
Delta stared at them, her expression blank.
-I'll be calling R&D
The two AIs sighed in relief.
-And I'll be passing a special command to replace all of your bodies, it seems they suddendly got outdated, oohhh, I'm so sorry, we only have nekos body in stock, but you wouldn't mind, right ?
The two other froze, before slightly nodding, Delta smiled before hanging up, then her smile dispeared as she nearly crushed the new screen, then she took a few deep breaths before making another call.
Mission Command
The two stared in total silence at the now black screen.
-Soooo....We're screwed, right ? Said Raven.
-....I hate you.
-See, you're already starting to talk like a human ! That's an improvement !
-At least we have some time left before we're stuck in neko's bodies.
-Actually...
The two turned their heads to see Armalia of the R&D standing in the doorway, with two catgirl body behind her.
-We had anticipated that, now ladies, if you may.
The two AIs looked at each other before sighing.
-This is gonna be a long day, they said in unisson.
[A little more humoristic post than usual, just to lighten up the mood, also, I love catgirls]
"Xenon..." Remus said in an almost inquisitive tone, although he wasn't necessarily addressing the AI. He turned his body to the AI. "Tell your general to clean this mess up." He gestured to the dead bounty hunters. "That was completely unacceptable. Murder is murder, however you put it." He looked to the Sul, then to Xenon. "You know who to call..." He briefly showed his card and walked off.
The general stared at the monitors in shock of the whole incident. He rubbed his temple and rested his elbow on the desk. "Damn... I'm getting too old for this..." He whispered to himself. He suddenly jolts back up as Xenon calls. He moved his face close the mic. "Let them rest for now. We still haven't decided yet, over." It was true. That, and the fact that this incident gave him a terrible reminder of a mutiny from a group of men he thought he could trust. He was wrong, and it seemed he was again.
***
The general stared at the monitors in shock of the whole incident. He rubbed his temple and rested his elbow on the desk. "Damn... I'm getting too old for this..." He whispered to himself. He suddenly jolts back up as Xenon calls. He moved his face close the mic. "Let them rest for now. We still haven't decided yet, over." It was true. That, and the fact that this incident gave him a terrible reminder of a mutiny from a group of men he thought he could trust. He was wrong, and it seemed he was again.
-Roger that, Xenon, out.
Xenon turned towards Remus, aknowledging what he said.
-Yes, we will know where to find you.
He stared at him while he walked off, he then send a message to Control.
Subject : Mad Gunner Doran
This Mad Gunner seems extremely dangerous, and he has an extremely develloped sense of honour and justice, recommend providing Prototype with heavy weapons to deal with him if needed.
Instantly his HUD flashed as the answer came
Roger that, we'll provide Prototype with a CPRL, Control out.
He sighed before walking to the Sul and taking her by her arm.
-Come one, time to go back home.
He knew he didn't have to say anything to the General, he already heard what Remus said via the CCTV.
Control
A figure in the shadows stepped back from the terminal before waving her hand towards MEEC-5-4-5, a member of the Elite Guard of the Coursers, who were wearing a red an black uniform along with the best equipment known in the universe, the guard nodded before exiting the room on the double.
The Altar
Delta hung up before sighing, well at least R&D has been honest...For the most part, they refused to tell her any other modifications, but apparently it seemed that they put every cat-like thing they could...
-Ma'am ?
Delta looked towards Blake.
-Yes ?
-We are able to contact Alpha, however, the reset process has been initialised, so this body will be offline for some time.
-How long ?
-Only a handfull of seconds, maybe a minute.
-Good, try to calm Alpha down, I think she might be pretty pissed.
-I think she will just be confused.
-In a first time, yes, but when she'll remember, nobody will find the body of that power armor guy.
-I see your point, also, we've finished decrypting the data you wanted, so we're back at full power.
-Good, good.
Silence fell on the room as everyone patiently waited for the system to reboot.
Xenon turned towards Remus, aknowledging what he said.
-Yes, we will know where to find you.
He stared at him while he walked off, he then send a message to Control.
Subject : Mad Gunner Doran
This Mad Gunner seems extremely dangerous, and he has an extremely develloped sense of honour and justice, recommend providing Prototype with heavy weapons to deal with him if needed.
Instantly his HUD flashed as the answer came
Roger that, we'll provide Prototype with a CPRL, Control out.
He sighed before walking to the Sul and taking her by her arm.
-Come one, time to go back home.
He knew he didn't have to say anything to the General, he already heard what Remus said via the CCTV.
Control
A figure in the shadows stepped back from the terminal before waving her hand towards MEEC-5-4-5, a member of the Elite Guard of the Coursers, who were wearing a red an black uniform along with the best equipment known in the universe, the guard nodded before exiting the room on the double.
The Altar
Delta hung up before sighing, well at least R&D has been honest...For the most part, they refused to tell her any other modifications, but apparently it seemed that they put every cat-like thing they could...
-Ma'am ?
Delta looked towards Blake.
-Yes ?
-We are able to contact Alpha, however, the reset process has been initialised, so this body will be offline for some time.
-How long ?
-Only a handfull of seconds, maybe a minute.
-Good, try to calm Alpha down, I think she might be pretty pissed.
-I think she will just be confused.
-In a first time, yes, but when she'll remember, nobody will find the body of that power armor guy.
-I see your point, also, we've finished decrypting the data you wanted, so we're back at full power.
-Good, good.
Silence fell on the room as everyone patiently waited for the system to reboot.
Her hearing was less injured than it appeared. This was due mostly to her distant, almost distracted, mental state. Her lack of response to, or even acknowledgement of, Xenon's observations an indicator of this.
The last few minutes had rattled her mentally, bringing her back to a period of her life best left untouched. It was the source of her emotional shift. Her head turned as she looked to Remus, watching him leave.
Then a hand on her arm, with "...Home." Fushio had not heard the rest. Her heart began to race, and a hormone similar to adrenaline flooded her blood stream. Her head snapped around, her eyes going to the hand on her arm, then locking onto Xenon.
It took only an instant to recognize his armor, her few effective options, and respond. She bent her legs and jumped, launching herself straight up. As she rose she tucked her legs up toward her chest, and simultaneously used the vertical momentum to wrench her arm free. With her other hand she grabbed the back of Xenon's helmet. At the peak of her jump, she planted her feet on his chest plate, and threw her weight back, now mostly centralized due to her tucked shape, to fall backwards.
Control the head, and the body will follow. This meant Xenon, not of his own will, was coming with her. As she hit the ground, her legs would tense. Momentum would turn her fall into a controlled tumble. Halfway through the roll, her legs would uncoil as she released her grip. This meant that her body was braced against the ground and that her full leg strength, amplified by the hormone surge, could be applied. Coupled with their momentum, this meant Xenon was getting launched somewhere behind her.
Following through on the roll, Fushio ended up on her stomach. She used her arms to hoist herself up into a push-up position, then brought her legs up. She hopped up into a standing position, picking her hat up as she did. Her breathing was heavy, due more from her agitated state than physical exertion, as she turned back around to face Xenon.
The last few minutes had rattled her mentally, bringing her back to a period of her life best left untouched. It was the source of her emotional shift. Her head turned as she looked to Remus, watching him leave.
Then a hand on her arm, with "...Home." Fushio had not heard the rest. Her heart began to race, and a hormone similar to adrenaline flooded her blood stream. Her head snapped around, her eyes going to the hand on her arm, then locking onto Xenon.
It took only an instant to recognize his armor, her few effective options, and respond. She bent her legs and jumped, launching herself straight up. As she rose she tucked her legs up toward her chest, and simultaneously used the vertical momentum to wrench her arm free. With her other hand she grabbed the back of Xenon's helmet. At the peak of her jump, she planted her feet on his chest plate, and threw her weight back, now mostly centralized due to her tucked shape, to fall backwards.
Control the head, and the body will follow. This meant Xenon, not of his own will, was coming with her. As she hit the ground, her legs would tense. Momentum would turn her fall into a controlled tumble. Halfway through the roll, her legs would uncoil as she released her grip. This meant that her body was braced against the ground and that her full leg strength, amplified by the hormone surge, could be applied. Coupled with their momentum, this meant Xenon was getting launched somewhere behind her.
Following through on the roll, Fushio ended up on her stomach. She used her arms to hoist herself up into a push-up position, then brought her legs up. She hopped up into a standing position, picking her hat up as she did. Her breathing was heavy, due more from her agitated state than physical exertion, as she turned back around to face Xenon.
Xenon wasn't expecting that, he should have known.
As the Sul started to throw him, he calculated that it wouldn't be enough to go through his shields, so he let her do it, readying to recover, when Fushio threw him in the air, he turned around mid-air before plunging his right hand into the ground, stopping near instantly as he recovered his balance and landed on his two legs, perfectly stabilized, he pulled out his pistol, and before anyone could react, shot Fushio with a stun charge, which the effect were similar to a tazer, however even more powerful.
He carefully watched as Fushio fell to the ground, unconscious, he then activated his coms system, calling for medical assistance, especially psychological one, he didn't knew why, but this girl broke a fuse.
Reinitialisation completed.
Xenon stared blankly at Aelia while she suddendly began to move, reanimated by her automated systems, then he looked at the guy in power armor.
Before another fight could begin, Xenon simply activated Aelia's pacification code.
Aelia froze for a split second before glaring daggers at Xenon and getting up, removing the dust of her suit.
-So...What's next ? She asked
-We're moving, answered Xenon as he glared to the other in the room, as everyone here should, you'll all need your rest.
He slowly came to the Sul's side as he sensed the medical team enter the room and stop dead in their tracks upon seeing the bodies, he picked up the inconscious Sul before moving towards the soldiers.
-The other are already dead, but this one need pyschologic assistance .(he looked at Aelia) Come on, we're moving.
Aelia nodded as Xenon walked by the stunned soldiers, leaving the blood covered walls and the dead bodies, all missing their head, moving towards the base's hospital.
Aelia
Aelia was pissed, so pissed that she didn't even knew what maked her the most pissed, the Sul, the PAD (Power Armor Dude) or her god damn security codes ! She clenched her fist as she began to follow Xenon, then she released the pressure, sighing, after all, she didn't have the choice.
Plus, she will have to ask her pistol back.
Damnit
Mission Command
-That's...neat actually, very conformtable.
Anastasia looked at Raven before nodding, she certainly wasn't expecting this. The two turned on themselves one or two time before nodding to Armalia, who smiled before leaving with the two normal bodies.
There was only one thing that bothered the two : their bodies were biologic, not synthetics.
They sighed in unisson before refocusing on their surveillance screens, just in time to see Xenon being thrown, they immediatly stood up but stop their movements when the Courser stunned the Sul, they sighed in relief, Raven's fist a fraction of an inch of the ALARM button, the one that would have ordered the two Sentinels on the landing pad near the UCI ship to make their way to Aelia, even if they had to kill everyone between them and her.
Both of them smiled as their screen indicated the activation of the pacification, at least there shouldn't be anymore dead as long as no one else tried to attack an UCI soldier.
Control
The figure in the shadow smiled before sitting back on her chair.
As the Sul started to throw him, he calculated that it wouldn't be enough to go through his shields, so he let her do it, readying to recover, when Fushio threw him in the air, he turned around mid-air before plunging his right hand into the ground, stopping near instantly as he recovered his balance and landed on his two legs, perfectly stabilized, he pulled out his pistol, and before anyone could react, shot Fushio with a stun charge, which the effect were similar to a tazer, however even more powerful.
He carefully watched as Fushio fell to the ground, unconscious, he then activated his coms system, calling for medical assistance, especially psychological one, he didn't knew why, but this girl broke a fuse.
Reinitialisation completed.
Xenon stared blankly at Aelia while she suddendly began to move, reanimated by her automated systems, then he looked at the guy in power armor.
Before another fight could begin, Xenon simply activated Aelia's pacification code.
Aelia froze for a split second before glaring daggers at Xenon and getting up, removing the dust of her suit.
-So...What's next ? She asked
-We're moving, answered Xenon as he glared to the other in the room, as everyone here should, you'll all need your rest.
He slowly came to the Sul's side as he sensed the medical team enter the room and stop dead in their tracks upon seeing the bodies, he picked up the inconscious Sul before moving towards the soldiers.
-The other are already dead, but this one need pyschologic assistance .(he looked at Aelia) Come on, we're moving.
Aelia nodded as Xenon walked by the stunned soldiers, leaving the blood covered walls and the dead bodies, all missing their head, moving towards the base's hospital.
Aelia
Aelia was pissed, so pissed that she didn't even knew what maked her the most pissed, the Sul, the PAD (Power Armor Dude) or her god damn security codes ! She clenched her fist as she began to follow Xenon, then she released the pressure, sighing, after all, she didn't have the choice.
Plus, she will have to ask her pistol back.
Damnit
Mission Command
-That's...neat actually, very conformtable.
Anastasia looked at Raven before nodding, she certainly wasn't expecting this. The two turned on themselves one or two time before nodding to Armalia, who smiled before leaving with the two normal bodies.
There was only one thing that bothered the two : their bodies were biologic, not synthetics.
They sighed in unisson before refocusing on their surveillance screens, just in time to see Xenon being thrown, they immediatly stood up but stop their movements when the Courser stunned the Sul, they sighed in relief, Raven's fist a fraction of an inch of the ALARM button, the one that would have ordered the two Sentinels on the landing pad near the UCI ship to make their way to Aelia, even if they had to kill everyone between them and her.
Both of them smiled as their screen indicated the activation of the pacification, at least there shouldn't be anymore dead as long as no one else tried to attack an UCI soldier.
Control
The figure in the shadow smiled before sitting back on her chair.
Fushio was still turning when the charge caught her. Her whole body seized as the energy dispersed through her, and for the third time that day she was hitting the ground.
Out of it entirely, she was little more then dead weight as Xenon hoisted her up and carried her off. Oddly, despite every other muscle in her body being limp, she still managed to maintain a grip on her hat.
Out of it entirely, she was little more then dead weight as Xenon hoisted her up and carried her off. Oddly, despite every other muscle in her body being limp, she still managed to maintain a grip on her hat.
Outpost ERNB-07-B1, Uncharted space.
-Outpost ERND-07-B1 ! Outpost ERNB-07-B1 ! What's going on ? We heard gunshots ? Who fired ? Outpost ERNB-07-B1 respond immediately ! Who's gun fired ?
A girl in a space suit, with her skin glowing like lava and her eyes burning like the flames of hell approached the radio inside the room, pistols in hand.
-Refering to my weapons as "guns" is an unforgivable insult, human.
-Y-Y-You ! It's YOU ! YOU'RE GOING DOWN !
-I doubt that sweetie.
-We'll see, monster.
The radio shut down as communication was abruptely cut off.
The girl shruggled before leaving, stepping over the corpses dispersed on the floor, she didn't even noticed when she stepped on an old, dirty with blood UN flag.
-Outpost ERND-07-B1 ! Outpost ERNB-07-B1 ! What's going on ? We heard gunshots ? Who fired ? Outpost ERNB-07-B1 respond immediately ! Who's gun fired ?
A girl in a space suit, with her skin glowing like lava and her eyes burning like the flames of hell approached the radio inside the room, pistols in hand.
-Refering to my weapons as "guns" is an unforgivable insult, human.
-Y-Y-You ! It's YOU ! YOU'RE GOING DOWN !
-I doubt that sweetie.
-We'll see, monster.
The radio shut down as communication was abruptely cut off.
The girl shruggled before leaving, stepping over the corpses dispersed on the floor, she didn't even noticed when she stepped on an old, dirty with blood UN flag.
Remus quickly turned to the sudden noise of the pistol going off. He watched as the Sul fell to the ground, stunned. "Hey! What are you doing?!" He shouted as he reached for one of his tucked revolvers, being completely unaware of what the Sul tried to do. Once Xenon explained what happened, he released tension from his right hand, and let it flop to his side, limp. "Okay then... Just, go easy on her." He said, worried. He looked to the Sul's hand which was still firmly grasping her hat. Dedication, it seems... He thought.
A week had passed at this point. Soon, the candidates for the mission were selected. The 'space hippy', the giant metal animatronic and the PAD were the only ones accepted. The Sul and the gunslinger were given a free pass. The Coalition recently have been receiving reports on terrorist activity in certain systems; a sinking suspicion of these acts would point to Priest and his company. Over the course of these activities, Coalition forces relied on heavy surveillance to monitor the systems. The general grew restless. As each day passed, his sanity seemed to have been seeping from him. Well, his calmness at least.
The calling cards' red dot at the right hand corner began to beep. If one pressed the red button, it would come up with an automated message of a woman speaking. "Hi, thank you for your cooperation. When you are you ready to proceed with the mission, please meet with Brigadier General Daniel Fredrickson at Space Station Deadwood-257 in the Pruina System. Keep in mind, your method of travel is your own responsibility, and that the Coalition will pay off any fares you might spend on your journey there. If you have any questions, please call GN-777-250-621. Thank you, and have a nice day." Remus would've gotten this message before hand, and paid a ship fare to the system.
***
A week had passed at this point. Soon, the candidates for the mission were selected. The 'space hippy', the giant metal animatronic and the PAD were the only ones accepted. The Sul and the gunslinger were given a free pass. The Coalition recently have been receiving reports on terrorist activity in certain systems; a sinking suspicion of these acts would point to Priest and his company. Over the course of these activities, Coalition forces relied on heavy surveillance to monitor the systems. The general grew restless. As each day passed, his sanity seemed to have been seeping from him. Well, his calmness at least.
The calling cards' red dot at the right hand corner began to beep. If one pressed the red button, it would come up with an automated message of a woman speaking. "Hi, thank you for your cooperation. When you are you ready to proceed with the mission, please meet with Brigadier General Daniel Fredrickson at Space Station Deadwood-257 in the Pruina System. Keep in mind, your method of travel is your own responsibility, and that the Coalition will pay off any fares you might spend on your journey there. If you have any questions, please call GN-777-250-621. Thank you, and have a nice day." Remus would've gotten this message before hand, and paid a ship fare to the system.
ASTRO-Base Delta-11
The ASTRO is an interstellar trading and research company, and the only company not exclusivly military working with UCI, who exchanged PAIC (Permit for AI Creation) and goods for research on life and elements, as well as favors from their military, the ASTRO Private Defence Corp (PDC).
-Checked up and good to go.
-Thanks doc, we'll see you soon.
Andaroyana walked inside the room where Aelia and Xenon were waiting, the door closing behind her, she looked at her holographic pad, an habit she had gained by working with the biologic scientist, who were more comfortable when she did some form of physical interaction to signify her inner actions.
-So, you're scanners and data banks have been updated and upgraded, your suit is now capable of absorbing EMPs, but be carefull, it will have to cool down for a while, unfortunately the anti-EMP shields aren't compatible with you current systems, they'll mess up with your components, so you'll have to stick with the basic modular ones, oh, and one more thing, you'll need to switch to a specific suit mode to resist the EMP, so no camouflage or mimetism, except when you're in quantum camouflage of course. Next, the weapons, you now have a frak pistol and a CRPL, the first one can shoot melted metal to penetrate armor in case of anti-energy blast plating, and the last is...well, you know what it is, just be carefull with it, okay ?
-Got it Admiral, anything else ?
-Yes, the protocol TFM-1 is now online and ready to activate, proceed with caution and only in case of extreme emergency, it may cause your death, any questions ?
-Ma'am, if I may ? Asked Xenon.
-Yes Agent ?
-We have modified Aelia's matrix so she can be more sociable, but are we sure that she is ready to perform full social interaction ?
-Yes, the new modules and psychologic schematics that ASTRO provided us with are 100% fonctionnal.
-I'm not sure creating an artificial personality dedicated to social interaction for Aelia was a good idea ma'am, she might get dissassembled by her sisters.
-We'll see that on the field, anything else ?
Xenon and Aelia stayed silent.
-Good, you may proceed to your next destination, station Deadwood-257, the coordinates are logged inside of your ship, the Antartica.
-Wait, isn't that an ASTRO PDC's ship ? Asked Aelia.
-Yup, but I prefer sending you in an ASTRO battlecruiser than in one of our battleship, it'll be...smoother, oh, and Xenon, here's what you requested, it was suppose to be delivered on your personal data bank, but since we're a bit out of schedule...
An ASTRO synthetic woman who looked like a 20 year old human stepped inside of the room, holding a data pad, Xenon nodded before grabbing the data pad, the woman exited and the other door closed behind her, the Admiral let one final sentence :
-Okay, now we're good, Xenon, you have an appointement with N°5 just after this assignement, don't be late.
-Roger that.
The pair of Coursers exited the room, where the Admiral was still looking at her holopad, they both made their way to the docks, to their designated star ship, while they were walking down the hall, crossing the path of ASTRO personel from time to time, Aelia turned her head towards Xenon while he was looking at the pad he was handed.
-What is it ?
For all answer, Xenon handed her the data pad, Aelia began to read it.
Subject presented as unknown female of alien origin. Records suggest race to be Sul. Limited information available beyond name, but data suggests population is very low.
Day 1:
Subject arrived in custody in unconscious state. Did not regain consciousness until following morning, though suspect latter hours may have just been sleep. Personal effects were removed and catalogued for return after evaluation.
Day 2:
Subject initially presented with Amnesia. Over the course of the day, Personal effects were gradually reintroduced in effort to restore memory. Reports indicate little response was shown, and limited progress was made until a deck of playing cards was introduced. Events following this milestone are vague, as surveillance footage is missing. Eye witness accounts suggest subject feigned ignorance of card games, and lured staff members into games of chance. Subject now believed to have feigned amnesia in attempt to recover possessions. Administrator <Redacted> and Administrator <Redacted> have been terminated for illegal gambling. Staff members: <Redacted>, <Redacted>, and <Redacted> have been officially reprimanded for suspected involvement in gambling. Negotiations have commenced to recover items lost by staff.
Day 3:
Negotiations with subject were successful. Missing key cards were recovered. Bags of snack items were traded. Noted for future reference, should need arrive. Begin basic background and case history investigation.
Subject refuses to give name. When asked for a reason subject offered 'What seems stronger? The hacking software of a hunter/killer AI, or the encryption of this medical facility?' as explanation. Subject voluntarily gave military serial number: 4400000679.
Attempts to run number have yielded no result. Serial number does not match any known database in Coalition networks. Have reached out to UCI for further support.
Update 1: UCI refused to answer for unknown reasons.
Update 2: Hygiene technician, while cleaning testing room, noticed the number on administrator notes matched an empty bag of mini-chocolate chip cookies in the trash. Administrator <Redacted> has requested transfer to another case.
Day 4:
Efforts at acquiring subject history have been abandoned. Testing continues.
During Rorschach test, subject managed to acquire cards from administrator. She would then stare at a card, seemingly in concentration. Every time the administrator attempted to coax a response, subject would begin with 'I think it looks like.... No... Hang on...' And return to quiet study. This went on for exactly 27 minutes on the first card before administrator attempted to end the test, at which point subject identified the blob as 'It looks like a potato.' This occurred for every single card, with alternating vegetables. Administrator <Redacted> has requested reassignment.
Day 4:
Administrator <Redacted> has been placed on administrative leave, pending further investigation, and results of psychological evaluation. Subject claims no responsibility or knowledge of situation. Additionally, subject stated 'Besides, anything I may have been told would fall under doctor-patient confidentiality.'
Day 5:
With notes on previous day destroyed by Administrator <Redacted>, staff unsure how to proceed.
After careful consideration, staff to have subject attend group therapy.
Update 1: Riot has been stopped.
Update 2: Investigation into cause of riot has yielded no concrete results. Accounts suggest 'Chocolate Pudding' to be a major factor. General consensus is that subject was responsible. No evidence to support. Questioning of subject led to only vague answers concerning 'a universal love of pudding that is not my fault.'
Day 6:
No more administrators remain willing to perform testing. Staff has been given direct guidance to avoid interacting with subject.
In effort to maintain order, increased 'pudding rations' have been implemented for all patients.
Subject has been given crayons and paper in hopes of keeping her passive through the night. Cookies and pudding most recently supplied to subject remain unopened.
Day 7:
Subject to be released; has been moved to head of discharge queue. Inspection of subject's room revealed several coded messages written on the walls. Initial concerns existed that messages were dried blood, based on color and appearance of Subject. Subject was removed for physical examination.
Subject was revealed to be uninjured, and writing was done with red crayon.
Events suggest subject once again feigned illness as diversion. While staff attempted to translate coded messages, subject was able to secure door to room, and disabled lock, trapping several staff members. Staff were successfully freed after several hours.
Subject was returned to custody of Courser <Redacted>.
Update 1: Translation of messages revealed several narcotic formulas, as well as 'cooking' instructions for them. Approximate street values were also present.
Update 2: Staff members: <Redacted> and <Redacted> have been officially reprimanded for attempting to copy and sell the information. Their names have been forwarded to appropriate authorities for further investigation and surveillance.
Conclusion:
Subject appears to show high level of intelligence as well as understanding of medical practices. Beyond an obvious, and almost pathological need to undermine authority, results for subject are inconclusive.
Recommend subject as mentally competent enough, and that subject not be returned to psychological facility <Redacted>, or any other for further evaluation or treatment.
Aelia didn't take even a tenth of a second to read it, she then turned to Xenon, smiled and gave him back the pad.
-You know, when this is all over, I think she'll make a very good recruit.
The other Courser only grunted.
The two boarded the ship, who took off immediately and warped into hyperspace.
They soon arrived at the detention area, with small individual cells protected by energy barriers and metal bars, Aelia hit one of the bar with her riffle, making a gigantic "CLING".
-Time to wake up bunny girl !
[All Credits for the report goes to Caribou]
The ASTRO is an interstellar trading and research company, and the only company not exclusivly military working with UCI, who exchanged PAIC (Permit for AI Creation) and goods for research on life and elements, as well as favors from their military, the ASTRO Private Defence Corp (PDC).
-Checked up and good to go.
-Thanks doc, we'll see you soon.
Andaroyana walked inside the room where Aelia and Xenon were waiting, the door closing behind her, she looked at her holographic pad, an habit she had gained by working with the biologic scientist, who were more comfortable when she did some form of physical interaction to signify her inner actions.
-So, you're scanners and data banks have been updated and upgraded, your suit is now capable of absorbing EMPs, but be carefull, it will have to cool down for a while, unfortunately the anti-EMP shields aren't compatible with you current systems, they'll mess up with your components, so you'll have to stick with the basic modular ones, oh, and one more thing, you'll need to switch to a specific suit mode to resist the EMP, so no camouflage or mimetism, except when you're in quantum camouflage of course. Next, the weapons, you now have a frak pistol and a CRPL, the first one can shoot melted metal to penetrate armor in case of anti-energy blast plating, and the last is...well, you know what it is, just be carefull with it, okay ?
-Got it Admiral, anything else ?
-Yes, the protocol TFM-1 is now online and ready to activate, proceed with caution and only in case of extreme emergency, it may cause your death, any questions ?
-Ma'am, if I may ? Asked Xenon.
-Yes Agent ?
-We have modified Aelia's matrix so she can be more sociable, but are we sure that she is ready to perform full social interaction ?
-Yes, the new modules and psychologic schematics that ASTRO provided us with are 100% fonctionnal.
-I'm not sure creating an artificial personality dedicated to social interaction for Aelia was a good idea ma'am, she might get dissassembled by her sisters.
-We'll see that on the field, anything else ?
Xenon and Aelia stayed silent.
-Good, you may proceed to your next destination, station Deadwood-257, the coordinates are logged inside of your ship, the Antartica.
-Wait, isn't that an ASTRO PDC's ship ? Asked Aelia.
-Yup, but I prefer sending you in an ASTRO battlecruiser than in one of our battleship, it'll be...smoother, oh, and Xenon, here's what you requested, it was suppose to be delivered on your personal data bank, but since we're a bit out of schedule...
An ASTRO synthetic woman who looked like a 20 year old human stepped inside of the room, holding a data pad, Xenon nodded before grabbing the data pad, the woman exited and the other door closed behind her, the Admiral let one final sentence :
-Okay, now we're good, Xenon, you have an appointement with N°5 just after this assignement, don't be late.
-Roger that.
The pair of Coursers exited the room, where the Admiral was still looking at her holopad, they both made their way to the docks, to their designated star ship, while they were walking down the hall, crossing the path of ASTRO personel from time to time, Aelia turned her head towards Xenon while he was looking at the pad he was handed.
-What is it ?
For all answer, Xenon handed her the data pad, Aelia began to read it.
Subject presented as unknown female of alien origin. Records suggest race to be Sul. Limited information available beyond name, but data suggests population is very low.
Day 1:
Subject arrived in custody in unconscious state. Did not regain consciousness until following morning, though suspect latter hours may have just been sleep. Personal effects were removed and catalogued for return after evaluation.
Day 2:
Subject initially presented with Amnesia. Over the course of the day, Personal effects were gradually reintroduced in effort to restore memory. Reports indicate little response was shown, and limited progress was made until a deck of playing cards was introduced. Events following this milestone are vague, as surveillance footage is missing. Eye witness accounts suggest subject feigned ignorance of card games, and lured staff members into games of chance. Subject now believed to have feigned amnesia in attempt to recover possessions. Administrator <Redacted> and Administrator <Redacted> have been terminated for illegal gambling. Staff members: <Redacted>, <Redacted>, and <Redacted> have been officially reprimanded for suspected involvement in gambling. Negotiations have commenced to recover items lost by staff.
Day 3:
Negotiations with subject were successful. Missing key cards were recovered. Bags of snack items were traded. Noted for future reference, should need arrive. Begin basic background and case history investigation.
Subject refuses to give name. When asked for a reason subject offered 'What seems stronger? The hacking software of a hunter/killer AI, or the encryption of this medical facility?' as explanation. Subject voluntarily gave military serial number: 4400000679.
Attempts to run number have yielded no result. Serial number does not match any known database in Coalition networks. Have reached out to UCI for further support.
Update 1: UCI refused to answer for unknown reasons.
Update 2: Hygiene technician, while cleaning testing room, noticed the number on administrator notes matched an empty bag of mini-chocolate chip cookies in the trash. Administrator <Redacted> has requested transfer to another case.
Day 4:
Efforts at acquiring subject history have been abandoned. Testing continues.
During Rorschach test, subject managed to acquire cards from administrator. She would then stare at a card, seemingly in concentration. Every time the administrator attempted to coax a response, subject would begin with 'I think it looks like.... No... Hang on...' And return to quiet study. This went on for exactly 27 minutes on the first card before administrator attempted to end the test, at which point subject identified the blob as 'It looks like a potato.' This occurred for every single card, with alternating vegetables. Administrator <Redacted> has requested reassignment.
Day 4:
Administrator <Redacted> has been placed on administrative leave, pending further investigation, and results of psychological evaluation. Subject claims no responsibility or knowledge of situation. Additionally, subject stated 'Besides, anything I may have been told would fall under doctor-patient confidentiality.'
Day 5:
With notes on previous day destroyed by Administrator <Redacted>, staff unsure how to proceed.
After careful consideration, staff to have subject attend group therapy.
Update 1: Riot has been stopped.
Update 2: Investigation into cause of riot has yielded no concrete results. Accounts suggest 'Chocolate Pudding' to be a major factor. General consensus is that subject was responsible. No evidence to support. Questioning of subject led to only vague answers concerning 'a universal love of pudding that is not my fault.'
Day 6:
No more administrators remain willing to perform testing. Staff has been given direct guidance to avoid interacting with subject.
In effort to maintain order, increased 'pudding rations' have been implemented for all patients.
Subject has been given crayons and paper in hopes of keeping her passive through the night. Cookies and pudding most recently supplied to subject remain unopened.
Day 7:
Subject to be released; has been moved to head of discharge queue. Inspection of subject's room revealed several coded messages written on the walls. Initial concerns existed that messages were dried blood, based on color and appearance of Subject. Subject was removed for physical examination.
Subject was revealed to be uninjured, and writing was done with red crayon.
Events suggest subject once again feigned illness as diversion. While staff attempted to translate coded messages, subject was able to secure door to room, and disabled lock, trapping several staff members. Staff were successfully freed after several hours.
Subject was returned to custody of Courser <Redacted>.
Update 1: Translation of messages revealed several narcotic formulas, as well as 'cooking' instructions for them. Approximate street values were also present.
Update 2: Staff members: <Redacted> and <Redacted> have been officially reprimanded for attempting to copy and sell the information. Their names have been forwarded to appropriate authorities for further investigation and surveillance.
Conclusion:
Subject appears to show high level of intelligence as well as understanding of medical practices. Beyond an obvious, and almost pathological need to undermine authority, results for subject are inconclusive.
Recommend subject as mentally competent enough, and that subject not be returned to psychological facility <Redacted>, or any other for further evaluation or treatment.
Aelia didn't take even a tenth of a second to read it, she then turned to Xenon, smiled and gave him back the pad.
-You know, when this is all over, I think she'll make a very good recruit.
The other Courser only grunted.
The two boarded the ship, who took off immediately and warped into hyperspace.
They soon arrived at the detention area, with small individual cells protected by energy barriers and metal bars, Aelia hit one of the bar with her riffle, making a gigantic "CLING".
-Time to wake up bunny girl !
[All Credits for the report goes to Caribou]
Fushio was wearing a lovely set of beige scrubs, her personal effects having been removed and stored. All, save one. She was on the lone bed in the cell, laying on her back, with her hat covering her face. In a small sense of irony, likely orchestrated by those in charge, the number stenciled on her outfit was 4400000679.
When the sharp noise rang out, it caused her to wince slightly in response, though her reaction was largely hidden by the hat. After a pause, she calmly spoke, her voice muffled ever so slightly. "First, I have a name. It is not bunny girl." Oh, she was very much aware Aelia did not know it. "Though... 'Cookie' seems to be popular now too... I feel my that my reputation may have preceded me on that one." Her voice was notably calm.
She sat up and swung her legs off the edge of the bed while reaching up to push her hat back. "Ah... Well, it certainly is lovely to see you both again. I would invite you in, but it would seem I have misplaced my key..." She stood and casually sauntered toward the cell entrance as she talked, stopping short of the energy field that blocked the bars. "...and the staff," she waved a hand in the direction of a nearby guard, "Is less than helpful in that regard."
She turns, and walks back to sit on the bed. "Now, the question is why are you two here? I doubt very much this is a social call... So, that leaves business, and that can only end in one of two ways... Will I be getting my stuff back, or will I not?" One option meant release, the other...
When the sharp noise rang out, it caused her to wince slightly in response, though her reaction was largely hidden by the hat. After a pause, she calmly spoke, her voice muffled ever so slightly. "First, I have a name. It is not bunny girl." Oh, she was very much aware Aelia did not know it. "Though... 'Cookie' seems to be popular now too... I feel my that my reputation may have preceded me on that one." Her voice was notably calm.
She sat up and swung her legs off the edge of the bed while reaching up to push her hat back. "Ah... Well, it certainly is lovely to see you both again. I would invite you in, but it would seem I have misplaced my key..." She stood and casually sauntered toward the cell entrance as she talked, stopping short of the energy field that blocked the bars. "...and the staff," she waved a hand in the direction of a nearby guard, "Is less than helpful in that regard."
She turns, and walks back to sit on the bed. "Now, the question is why are you two here? I doubt very much this is a social call... So, that leaves business, and that can only end in one of two ways... Will I be getting my stuff back, or will I not?" One option meant release, the other...
Xenon frowned while Aelia burst into a crystal clear girlish laughter, the guard simply shrugged, but his eyes were set on the Sul, his attitude said it all : she had been an insufurable pest.
Aelia stopped laughing after a few seconds and wiped tears from her eyes before adressing to the Sul :
-Don't worry darling, you're going to be released, but first, a couple of questions : Who are you ? What are you ? What is your history ? And don't dare say "you didn't told me yours", because if you do, I'm going to rip your skull out of your head and beat you to death with it, and yes, it's physically possible, I tested, trust me.
Xenon stepped in as well.
-Also, your presence is required by the Coalition, concerning the bounty, we are therefore going to escort you there, but if you cause any kind of trouble, the UCI is perfectly authorized to eject you into the nearest star.
And they patiently waited for the Sul's answer.
Aelia stopped laughing after a few seconds and wiped tears from her eyes before adressing to the Sul :
-Don't worry darling, you're going to be released, but first, a couple of questions : Who are you ? What are you ? What is your history ? And don't dare say "you didn't told me yours", because if you do, I'm going to rip your skull out of your head and beat you to death with it, and yes, it's physically possible, I tested, trust me.
Xenon stepped in as well.
-Also, your presence is required by the Coalition, concerning the bounty, we are therefore going to escort you there, but if you cause any kind of trouble, the UCI is perfectly authorized to eject you into the nearest star.
And they patiently waited for the Sul's answer.
Fushio was relieved by the news, even if she did not outwardly show it. Long term detainment in this place seemed... Not fun.
She sighed, pulling her legs up onto the bed in front of her, while taking a moment to study the couple outside her cell. "Couple of things. First, what I am. I was trained by my military to be a medic. You know, do what I can with what I have to keep the most number of people firing. I have increased my skill set since then, though not necessarily in just medicine." She points at Aelia. "So, what that means, is that as a trained medical professional, I know it cannot."
Her attention shifts to Xenon. "You, I believe. In fact, I am almost certain you want to jettison me into the star." She shrugs, "But there is a problem with your threats... They only work if they incorporate a risk that an individual fears. Death... At least my death doesn't frighten me. No. You'd be better off trying to scare me with permanent incarceration here." The joyful tone was rapidly slipping from her voice. "That, or being polite. You might wish to refine that skill. You'd be surprised how often a little kindness or courtesy might get you when violence fails."
Fushio calmly folded her arms and rested them on her legs. "So, what say we just forego this battle of wills? I have places to be. You have places to be. Coincidentally the same place, but the point remains. You get me out of here and return my stuff, and I quietly lock myself far away from you both on the ship?"
She sighed, pulling her legs up onto the bed in front of her, while taking a moment to study the couple outside her cell. "Couple of things. First, what I am. I was trained by my military to be a medic. You know, do what I can with what I have to keep the most number of people firing. I have increased my skill set since then, though not necessarily in just medicine." She points at Aelia. "So, what that means, is that as a trained medical professional, I know it cannot."
Her attention shifts to Xenon. "You, I believe. In fact, I am almost certain you want to jettison me into the star." She shrugs, "But there is a problem with your threats... They only work if they incorporate a risk that an individual fears. Death... At least my death doesn't frighten me. No. You'd be better off trying to scare me with permanent incarceration here." The joyful tone was rapidly slipping from her voice. "That, or being polite. You might wish to refine that skill. You'd be surprised how often a little kindness or courtesy might get you when violence fails."
Fushio calmly folded her arms and rested them on her legs. "So, what say we just forego this battle of wills? I have places to be. You have places to be. Coincidentally the same place, but the point remains. You get me out of here and return my stuff, and I quietly lock myself far away from you both on the ship?"
Aelia frowned but stepped back as Xenon stepped forward and deactivated the energy field before lowering the bars.
-Exactly ma'am, fighting one another would be counter productive, but, we still need your name.
-It's not for us, continued Aelia, it's for the general, oh, and....I'm sorry for what happened to Sanis....
With that she stepped out of the way and leaned her back against the wall, Xenon nodded, assuming she gave them her name and pointed the hallway they came from.
-Your personal belongings have been retrieved and deposited into cabin-4, hallway E, it's the third corridor to the right, and then the second door on the left, the system is already programmed to recognise your DNA, your weapons have been retried as well, locked and loaded, but please, if you want to practice aiming, wait until we arrive at destination.
-Our company wish you'll have a nice flight, muttered Aelia under her breath, but more in a joking manner.
Xenon then stepped out of the way and waited for her to pass by.
-Exactly ma'am, fighting one another would be counter productive, but, we still need your name.
-It's not for us, continued Aelia, it's for the general, oh, and....I'm sorry for what happened to Sanis....
With that she stepped out of the way and leaned her back against the wall, Xenon nodded, assuming she gave them her name and pointed the hallway they came from.
-Your personal belongings have been retrieved and deposited into cabin-4, hallway E, it's the third corridor to the right, and then the second door on the left, the system is already programmed to recognise your DNA, your weapons have been retried as well, locked and loaded, but please, if you want to practice aiming, wait until we arrive at destination.
-Our company wish you'll have a nice flight, muttered Aelia under her breath, but more in a joking manner.
Xenon then stepped out of the way and waited for her to pass by.
Fushio stared at Aelia. It was not often people spoke the name of her planet... And the sudden shift to empathy after the previous hostilities was unexpected. Almost off putting. She sighed, and looked at the floor. Oh, sure, she had her doubts about the sincerity of her statement, but it was an attempt at courtesy. And The other was being polite. Was that not her point?
"Fushio." Her voice was soft, not quite a whisper, but not full volume either. As she looked up at them, she repeated it louder. "You may call me Fushio."
She remained seated until she was given guidance on how to proceed. Then a casual walk by Aelia and Xenon as she headed past to follow the directions to retrieve her belongings.
Once in the room, she performed a quick inventory before changing her clothes. The prisoner outfit was simply folded up and added to her backpack with the rest of her spare clothes.
A review of surveillance footage from the room would reveal little of interest, save one instance. They would catch her dropping into a kneel after dawning her armor. Her voice, a low whisper. The words were alien, in every sense: it was the language of her kind. With no written record, and few people to speak it, translation would be near impossible.
As she finished speaking, she lifted her palm to her face, licked it, then pressed it firmly against the floor. The words may have been lost, but the intent was still there; some form of ritual or prayer.
Finished, she stood once more and picked up her backpack. She lifted it up and down a few times judging the weight. Satisfied, she put it on, and headed out to rejoin Xenon and Aelia.
She looked at Aelia as she walked. "Oh stewardess, are we boarding yet?"
"Fushio." Her voice was soft, not quite a whisper, but not full volume either. As she looked up at them, she repeated it louder. "You may call me Fushio."
She remained seated until she was given guidance on how to proceed. Then a casual walk by Aelia and Xenon as she headed past to follow the directions to retrieve her belongings.
Once in the room, she performed a quick inventory before changing her clothes. The prisoner outfit was simply folded up and added to her backpack with the rest of her spare clothes.
A review of surveillance footage from the room would reveal little of interest, save one instance. They would catch her dropping into a kneel after dawning her armor. Her voice, a low whisper. The words were alien, in every sense: it was the language of her kind. With no written record, and few people to speak it, translation would be near impossible.
As she finished speaking, she lifted her palm to her face, licked it, then pressed it firmly against the floor. The words may have been lost, but the intent was still there; some form of ritual or prayer.
Finished, she stood once more and picked up her backpack. She lifted it up and down a few times judging the weight. Satisfied, she put it on, and headed out to rejoin Xenon and Aelia.
She looked at Aelia as she walked. "Oh stewardess, are we boarding yet?"
Aelia gave her a funny look.
-Actually...
The ship shook as it got out of hyperspace.
-...We are there, welcome to Deadwood-257 !
She then stepped forward and clasped her right hand on the taller girl's shoulder.
-Time to go meet the boss Fushio !
She would then attempt to drag the Sul along with her as she would make her way to the airlocks, if she succeeded Xenon would just follow, giving them both a blank stare.
Mission Command
The two AIs were sitting on their chair when the others began the conversation with the Sul, the two tried to analyze what the Sul did in her room, but were unable to find out any possible match, as most of the Sul were exterminated before the UCI was created.
-It's some sort of ritual. Stated Anastasia.
-I agree, in the honor of her fallen comrades ? A promess of revenge perhaps ? Also, cute pawn. Added Raven.
-"Cuteness" is irelevant.
-Jeez, you need to cool off.
-We have a mission to accomplish, and this time, it isn't just a small exercise to see her reactions, she's now fully equiped and operational at 100%, we need to stay focused.
-Right, what do we have on Sanis exactly ?
Anastasia tossed her a file...in paper....in an empire exclusively made of AIs, it was like a human seeing a god damn musket, it was waaaayyyy outdated.
Raven carefully picked up the file, and stared at the old UN symbol on the cover.
-Actually...
The ship shook as it got out of hyperspace.
-...We are there, welcome to Deadwood-257 !
She then stepped forward and clasped her right hand on the taller girl's shoulder.
-Time to go meet the boss Fushio !
She would then attempt to drag the Sul along with her as she would make her way to the airlocks, if she succeeded Xenon would just follow, giving them both a blank stare.
Mission Command
The two AIs were sitting on their chair when the others began the conversation with the Sul, the two tried to analyze what the Sul did in her room, but were unable to find out any possible match, as most of the Sul were exterminated before the UCI was created.
-It's some sort of ritual. Stated Anastasia.
-I agree, in the honor of her fallen comrades ? A promess of revenge perhaps ? Also, cute pawn. Added Raven.
-"Cuteness" is irelevant.
-Jeez, you need to cool off.
-We have a mission to accomplish, and this time, it isn't just a small exercise to see her reactions, she's now fully equiped and operational at 100%, we need to stay focused.
-Right, what do we have on Sanis exactly ?
Anastasia tossed her a file...in paper....in an empire exclusively made of AIs, it was like a human seeing a god damn musket, it was waaaayyyy outdated.
Raven carefully picked up the file, and stared at the old UN symbol on the cover.
The Space Station was surrounded by a small fleet of combat cruisers and fighters. The station would overlook a planet with a red surface, and a sun of the same colour. As the ship grew closer, direct radio communication was established from the bay of the station. Through the radio, an automated feminine voice began emitting from the radio. "Hello and welcome to Coalition Space Station Deadwood-257. Please wait while we brief you to a commanding officer in our direct vicinity. Thank you, and have a nice day." The voice cut off. Then, the voice of the Brigadier General appeared after four minutes of waiting.
"Xenon? Please tell me its you..." Once Xenon responded, he would greet him warmly. "Finally! I can get some shit done here for once... Alright, you have my permission to board the station, just let me contact my surveillance personnel." His voice was cut off, and music started playing. Oddly enough, it almost sounded like it was played with a guitar. "Yippie yi ooh, yippie yi yay, Ghost Riders in, the sky..." The song sung, by what sounded like a middle-aged man. The song would go on for about a minute before Fredrickson's voice came on again. "Alright Xenon, you're free to board." A part of the space station began to open up, revealing a landing bay with various ships behind a purple energy field.
Remus was waiting in the meeting room where Fredrickson (or in this case, his security personnel) directed him to. He had slung across his shoulder a lever-action rifle along with his two revolvers tucked into his belt. The journey for the most part, was uneventful. He took a ship fare from another station to this one, however, he did come across people exchanging queer gazes at him. It was to be suspected on public transport at least. Fortunately, open carry laws enabled him to carry so many weapons at once (especially in regards to the rifle) along with a rucksack full of rifle and revolver rounds. Some even were incendiary, if the situation called for it. As soon as he had arrived, Fredrickson's bodyguards almost immediately recognised him and allowed him entrance. Fredrickson knew of his arrival through the security cameras deployed throughout the station. Turrets especially were scattered throughout the station's environment, as well as armed and armoured guards on patrol throughout the endless corridors. There's just no reason not to be cautious at this point.
"Xenon? Please tell me its you..." Once Xenon responded, he would greet him warmly. "Finally! I can get some shit done here for once... Alright, you have my permission to board the station, just let me contact my surveillance personnel." His voice was cut off, and music started playing. Oddly enough, it almost sounded like it was played with a guitar. "Yippie yi ooh, yippie yi yay, Ghost Riders in, the sky..." The song sung, by what sounded like a middle-aged man. The song would go on for about a minute before Fredrickson's voice came on again. "Alright Xenon, you're free to board." A part of the space station began to open up, revealing a landing bay with various ships behind a purple energy field.
***
Remus was waiting in the meeting room where Fredrickson (or in this case, his security personnel) directed him to. He had slung across his shoulder a lever-action rifle along with his two revolvers tucked into his belt. The journey for the most part, was uneventful. He took a ship fare from another station to this one, however, he did come across people exchanging queer gazes at him. It was to be suspected on public transport at least. Fortunately, open carry laws enabled him to carry so many weapons at once (especially in regards to the rifle) along with a rucksack full of rifle and revolver rounds. Some even were incendiary, if the situation called for it. As soon as he had arrived, Fredrickson's bodyguards almost immediately recognised him and allowed him entrance. Fredrickson knew of his arrival through the security cameras deployed throughout the station. Turrets especially were scattered throughout the station's environment, as well as armed and armoured guards on patrol throughout the endless corridors. There's just no reason not to be cautious at this point.
A bit ago, Draken had landed on the station with some others on what he likes to call a "civie bus". He had been called to regroup with the others at the station, and is on his way to the meeting room, with his Aug and Voltage-Gun holstered on his pack. He approaches the guards, hoping for them to recognise him. "Aye there. I got a call, I need through."
Fredrickson had known of Draken's arrival due to the cameras installed. He would inform the guards of his presence, and allow him passage through the station. After minutes of being guided through the seemingly endless corridors, they came across a blast door with a security access panel to the side. The guards would instruct him to swipe his card over the panel, to which it would open and allow him passage into the large room. The room had a holodeck left off for now, till the others arrived. Remus was standing in the corner with his rifle slung over his shoulder. He looked up to see the 'PAD' from a week ago. He smiled beneath his mask. "Good shot, by the way. You did the right thing."
Aelia and Xenon stepped inside of the room.
-Yeah, but you weren't the one that got shot cowboy. Spat Aelia.
-Miss.. Started Xenon.
-Okay, okay, I get it ! Humans are emotional bla bla bla.
Aelia threw her arms in the air in emphasis before collapsing on a chair, she sighed before waving her hand in direction of the door.
-Hey, Fushio, are you coming or what ?
They just got on board of the station and made their entire way to the room with Aelia trying to drag the Sul along like a little sister, but right now she just looked like someone who had seen so many horrors that she just couldn't care anymore.
Two ASTRO PDC soldiers were also standing on each side of the door, more for the decorum (and because the UCI was ASTRO's biggest client) than for anything else.
Xenon sighed before going to try to shake hands with the Rangers and the PAD.
-Sorry for the trouble, she's a little...Unpredictable. He would say, apologectly.
Mission Command
Raven put down the file, teeth clenched, Anastasia gave her a concerned look that Raven dismissed with a wave of her right hand.
The UCI had done many horrors, but at least they didn't almost genocided an entire specie ! And obliterated their planet !
She got up gave a look at the command room, for a single operation command, it was rather small, with only two desks and the chair were set to be back to back, but she prefered to work hand in hand with her colleague rather than work separatly, so she was turned towards the third table they installed, were the file was curently on while Anastasia was keeping an eye on the surveillance equipment.
Raven simply sighed before opening this mission briefing, not the Coalition one, but Aelia's one from the UCI, she already knew what were the Coalition's plans.
After all, weren't they allies ?
Control
The figure in the shadows was watching carefully the screen displaying a tiny Coalition fleet being obliterated, this particular unit was supposed to deliver supplies to an alien world in desperate need of help, but others were thinking that it would be unwise to help these people.
The ships weren't attacked, the space port were they docked simply exploded, killing thousands.
Another terrorist attack, another body count.
The figure leaned forward, revealing the number 5 five on her suit.
-Yeah, but you weren't the one that got shot cowboy. Spat Aelia.
-Miss.. Started Xenon.
-Okay, okay, I get it ! Humans are emotional bla bla bla.
Aelia threw her arms in the air in emphasis before collapsing on a chair, she sighed before waving her hand in direction of the door.
-Hey, Fushio, are you coming or what ?
They just got on board of the station and made their entire way to the room with Aelia trying to drag the Sul along like a little sister, but right now she just looked like someone who had seen so many horrors that she just couldn't care anymore.
Two ASTRO PDC soldiers were also standing on each side of the door, more for the decorum (and because the UCI was ASTRO's biggest client) than for anything else.
Xenon sighed before going to try to shake hands with the Rangers and the PAD.
-Sorry for the trouble, she's a little...Unpredictable. He would say, apologectly.
Mission Command
Raven put down the file, teeth clenched, Anastasia gave her a concerned look that Raven dismissed with a wave of her right hand.
The UCI had done many horrors, but at least they didn't almost genocided an entire specie ! And obliterated their planet !
She got up gave a look at the command room, for a single operation command, it was rather small, with only two desks and the chair were set to be back to back, but she prefered to work hand in hand with her colleague rather than work separatly, so she was turned towards the third table they installed, were the file was curently on while Anastasia was keeping an eye on the surveillance equipment.
Raven simply sighed before opening this mission briefing, not the Coalition one, but Aelia's one from the UCI, she already knew what were the Coalition's plans.
After all, weren't they allies ?
Control
The figure in the shadows was watching carefully the screen displaying a tiny Coalition fleet being obliterated, this particular unit was supposed to deliver supplies to an alien world in desperate need of help, but others were thinking that it would be unwise to help these people.
The ships weren't attacked, the space port were they docked simply exploded, killing thousands.
Another terrorist attack, another body count.
The figure leaned forward, revealing the number 5 five on her suit.
Fushio simply allowed herself to be led around. This was a choice made largely out of necessity. She did not know where the meeting was, who it was with, or how to get there.
This does not mean she enjoyed the process. Her expression was one of exasperation... And had formed about 30 seconds after they stepped off the ship together.
Freed of Aelia's enthusiastic grasp, she took the time to look around the room, then selected a chair well beyond the immediate reach of the AI. Her attention then turned back to the others in the room. She offered a small wave as a means of greeting, then casually slouched down into her seat, to await the start of things.
This does not mean she enjoyed the process. Her expression was one of exasperation... And had formed about 30 seconds after they stepped off the ship together.
Freed of Aelia's enthusiastic grasp, she took the time to look around the room, then selected a chair well beyond the immediate reach of the AI. Her attention then turned back to the others in the room. She offered a small wave as a means of greeting, then casually slouched down into her seat, to await the start of things.
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