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| +transcon+ | Oct 19 2016, 05:37 PM Post #51 |
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Metroid Specialist
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"Perhaps when things settle down, we can all share a bottle of Jippa," Ryan stated with a nod knowingly at Z'gato; Jippa being a Chozoan wine made from the berries that grew in the valleys of Crateria on what was once Zebes. "But, for now, I'll have my head science officer coordinate with your people, Captain. She'll know best where people and resources are needed. "Your," he paused to search for the words, "generosity is greatly appreciated. If only I had a sonic screwdriver." The Yukon's captain cast a smirk at Gauro. "Yukon," Ryan called after playfully tapping the left lapel of his uniform jacket. "Two for transport. Energize." In a blink, he and Hernandez vanished. No special effects save for the sound of rushing air occupying the space they once did. --------------------------------------------- "This is embarrassing," Yellowjacket lamented from her bed in the medbay. Most of the yellow and black armor plating on her head and torso had been set aside revealing body framework and protective elements for her organic organs that were still used. "I tried raising shields as soon as the debris field appeared, but it was too late." "Just sit tight, Gale," Ryan said comfortingly. The captain was seated on a roller stool he managed to scrounge up from Mortis' office. "You can take a bullet to the head, sure. But a bulkhead? C'mon. I'm just glad yer alright. Doc Bot say anythin' 'bout when y'can git on yer feet?" "Just a few more diagnostic tests from Zed," Yellowjacket informed with a sigh. "And your accent is slipping again." Just as Ryan shook his head with furrowed brow, the Doc Bot mentioned walked in. "I'm impressed," Mortis groused. "They're actually efficient. Just got done coordinating with our benefactors. They'll be on board shortly." "How's Angerona?" Ryan stood up after patting Gale on the shoulder (framework). He looked over at the pilot laid up on her own table. "Hmph. Metroids. She's resting. Took a conduit through her pseudo-lung. She's not as tough as Counselor Texas. Must have something to do with the breed." "Maridians favor the cold and can consciously do strange things to EM fields," the captain explained. "Uh huh." She waved Ryan off with a grunt. "The ensign will be fine in time. You have five dead, fourteen injured to varying degrees - seven critical. Let's worry more about that." "Right, right," Ryan admitted with a yawn. "I'll admit, I'm not thinkin' straight." "Ya think?" Yellowjacket quipped. "You've been pushing yourself to get us back to Federation space. You're wiped out. Get some shuteye. You're no good to us right now. Commander Artam's got this." "This is mutiny," Ryan grumbled defiantly. "This is a medical order," Mortis growled. "Really...." "Cap," a faint dual-tone voice lingered from one of the far beds. Angerona had a hand limply lifted. Her fingers indicated that she wanted someone to come, and Ryan did with urgency. Before he could even utter a word, the ensign laid a hand on his forehead and uttered a few alien syllables. The captain fell over Angerona's torso in a slumber. Of course, the Maridian wouldn't have done what she did if it weren't for Mortis' medical order. "Can't a girl get some sleep around here?" Mortis lumbered over to Ryan's sleeping form and lifted him off to another bed. With a mechanical chuckle, she gently laid the captain down and tossed a cover over him. ------------------------------------------------ "Why did I get a suit for a uniform?" Alex Garatelli tugged at his gray tie uncomfortably. "I thought I was going to get a real uniform?" "It is a real uniform," Hernandez informed. The two walked down a corridor to her office. Upon entering, she opened a cabinet that was bolted to a bulkhead. "Well, it's dress code more than a uniform. Here's your badge and weapon." In one hand, he received his sidearm. A pistol no bigger than a typical semiautomatic handgun, but fired a beam instead of a solid projectile - normal for space vessels as solid high velocity projectiles didn't mix well with hulls and windows. In the other, a gold badge measuring three square inches in a leather wallet. It bore the Metroid Triumvirate shield with a six-point star and some etched glyphs in what could have been the Chozoan language, but bastardized to fit Metroid needs for written language. On the other side of the flip insert of the wallet was his identification card complete with photo and more of that alien writing complete with a color code bar on the bottom edge. "Blame the Chancellor," the security officer added as Alex rolled the objects over in his hands inspecting them. "Welcome aboard, Special Agent Garatelli. To quickly explain, you're officially an 'agent afloat' for the criminal investigation service of Metroid military matters." "This is a science vessel," Alex interjected while weighing the objects in his hands. "As well as recon, SAR, and relief. In human terms, since we're under commission of the Triumvirate, we'd fall under the equivalent of Merchant Marine." "So, like NCIS?" "NC... What?" "Never mind," Alex grumbled. He looked over the sidearm carefully. "So, no E-mags?" "Your equipment and supplies are being set up in your office, as well as my witness statement." Hernandez sat down behind her desk and opened up an application on her monitor. "Any questions?" "Yeah, one?" He finally dropped his hands to his sides as he started to catch up to the situation he just realized he was in. "Witness statement? How is an accident my jurisdiction?" "In the meeting with the neighboring vessel, one individual kept insisting it was a 'who' that was responsible for this accident. We have five dead crewmen." "So, if it was a 'who', then they might be responsible for those deaths." 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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Oct 30 2016, 12:31 AM Post #52 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Jii'nashrii! Er... I mean, I am full of thanks for the docking!" Yuujaaf was relieved, crying out the word for "Sanctum" in his native tongue; in the hour of his need, the spirits had been kind. The wait for a reply had been an eternity, finding himself at the mercy of the debris field, his purple vessel drifting mercilessly in the tide above the planet. With a few more handy maneuvers, he directed Saurmaa's Voice into a helixed loop through soaring debris before bringing it to a halt and carefully backing the Hunter-class gunship into the docking bay. The tension seemed to drain from Yuujaaf's tail, as it returned to its normal position instead of standing semi-erect behind his back. With a sigh of relief, the Hyacertan removed his helmet and allowed himself to flop into the cockpit seat; disaster had, narrowly, been averted; even better, he had not damaged the gunship, lest his employer lecture him about hull metals not being cheap. "This is Hunter-class Gunship Saurmaa's Voice, confirming the docking. Thank you much to you all aboard the Zho... Zhokavven." The struggle tht Yuujaaf still had with the English language was noticable; the strange speech patterns and subtle inflections made it painfully obvious he was not the most fluent speaker. "Are you needing any attendance to aboard injured? I will be grateful to return the generosity of those who saved my scales." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Nov 12 2016, 11:42 PM Post #53 |
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Starfeather
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The Chozo warrior barely even turned towards the holographic interface--for all he knew, whatever method or vision they had been presented with was a falsehod. He rarely trusted those he met in person, much less the ones that communicated through such digital means. Regardless, he tapped a few more buttons on his arm cannon, signifying his ship - board AI to do just that--whoever this person was, it would hardly make a difference if he had access to whatever communications he sent out. Z'Gato continued towards the exit, pausing only for a moment when the Captain of the Yukon spoke up.
"Hrmph," The Chozo grunted in a mixture of acknowledgement and surprise, though perhaps a dash of hostility as well. He really didn't remember the last time he had even tasted Jippa--not since the days he had lived on Zebes--and Z'Gato felt both a wave of nostalgia and resentment. Interested in actually consuming a cultural drink of his kind and irritation that a human would have such a thing. Then again, the avian soldier's pursuits had been on retrieving Chozodian artifacts and technology, rather than cultural items and texts. He'd scarce have the room to fit it all. Once he was back aboard his ship, the docking clamps were disengaged, allowing his vessel to lazily float away from the monstrous berth it had rested upon. Maneuvering jets were all that were active at this point, making sure no major pieces of debris were in its way before finally adjusting its course and thrusting forward towards the debris field. Already, his ship's scanners were taking detailed analysis of the wreckage, some of the destruction glowing in front of Z'Gato's display in a three-dimensional hologram of its own. He looked it over with a critical eye, leaving his communications open for any would-be listeners. While the ship was agile, he still proceeded carefully, not wanting to miss a single detail. Perhaps he could pick up a distress signal from one of the ruined hulks of metal floating around. "These remains... their damage patterns are not consistent," he said, more to himself, but the channel was open anyway. "No visible plasma burns or torpedo blasts. More like... something ripped them apart with fang and claw. Temporal or gravity tides, perhaps..." |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Nov 16 2016, 02:29 AM Post #54 |
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Soul Eater
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In the briefing room, Ahtazem stood slowly, nodding to the hologram of Mr. Golong. "I will return shortly," she said, somewhat stiffly. "We have another guest coming aboard." She turned and exited through the door, breathing deeply in an attempt to dispel the shock of the situation. They were fortunate that the Zhokavven's shields had already been on standby; if they hadn't been expecting a surprise, then chances were high that they'd have taken several more hits than the Yukon had. Even if it wouldn't have been as bad, relatively speaking, in absolute terms they could have had several times the casualties. The downside of being able to sustain more damage and more casualties was that you might do exactly that: A hit that could kill only five people on a smaller ship and cripple that ship could barely faze a ship of the Zhokavven's size, but taking proportionally the same amount of damage would have likely meant the loss of well over a hundred people, with a sizable percentage of them not even being Vokrayans. She cleared her head and steadied her thoughts as she stepped into the shuttle bay, then addressed the pilot of the small vessel through the ship's communication channel. "We appreciate the offer, Mister Yuujaaf," she said sincerely. "Although, that is not necessary. Most of the damage to our own ship was superficial; we suffered no casualties. As for the Yukon, we have dispatched enough personnel to handle the issue." Now what do I say? she asked herself, irritated at her own uncertainty. We probably already have more information on this situation than he does. "If you like, I could show you to the briefing room, or to a cafeteria or lounge, if a meal and some relaxation is what you would prefer at the moment." I sound more like a stewardess than the captain of a ship... Even if I'm only captain because we have guests aboard, she thought to herself. ===== Meanwhile, back in the briefing room, Gauro had linked into the visual feed from Z'Gato, copying the feed to the transmission to Mr. Golong. "Now, to see if I can disprove my theory of a person being behind this, instead of a 'natural phenomenon,' as they suggested," he mused, mostly to himself. He looked carefully at the debris, isolating a few frames to examine. Sure enough, everything looked like it had been pulled apart. "Pulled apart, no burns or signs of explosive damage... It's almost as if everything got caught in between multiple points of extremely high gravity, yet there's no sign of major gravitational fluctuations in the system itself. Sudden activation of several warp fields in close proximity to other objects could be just as catastrophic, but none of that looks like warp shearing to me." I really hope I'm wrong about this having been an attack. If I'm right, this is going to turn... Unpleasant. Edited by Alkarii, Dec 20 2016, 12:39 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Dec 9 2016, 09:56 AM Post #55 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"No, I suspect that at the moment a meal would spoil like untendered meat in a hatchling's stomach," Yuujaaf replied quickly to Ahtazem through the commlink, taking a moment to rise from the cockpit chair and stretch his tail. "May I be heading to the room of briefing? I too would like to know what I can; perhaps even share what I saw on the surface below." Now safely within an atmosphere, Yuujaaf removed the long helmet that guarded his reptilian head and looked about the docking hangar of the Zhokavven. A few of the crew members had stopped working and were eyeing his vessel with a strange awe and curiosity (much to the confusion of Yuuj himself), who was currently working to remove the gloves of his armor to free up his hands, and then detached the section of the armor around his tail. Of course, in his ignorance to the nature of the vessel and its passengers, Yuujaaf hadn't realized that there was a bit of an air of excitement to having the first Hyacertan in space - ever -on-board. It felt... strange how they watched him; as if they knew him without knowing him. It was kind of creepy, personally. Poor Wungek Yuujaaf was literally a piece of living, breathing galactic history and didn't know it... or rather, didn't realize that was why some of the crew was looking at him and whispering excitedly as he excited the dorsal hatch of his gunship and jumped from the hull and onto the hangar floor, his tail moving as needed to give him balance. It wasn't every day that the first person in space from a certain race graced your ship. Nevertheless, Yuujaaf stood upright and exhaled with relief at being safe within friendly walls as he awaited the arrival of his host. He casually extended out his claws from his fingers, checking for any chipping or cracks, before retracting them back and patiently awaiting his host. When she finally arrived, Yuujaaf offered a long, respectful bow in greeting before rising back up to meet Ahtazem at eye level, even offering her a smile. "I am of the assuming that you are the one I was just speaking to?" He said; Yuujaaf was hesitant to offer a handshake, not out of a lack politeness but out of concern that his host's constitution might not be what it appeared; Hyacertans were naturally strong, and he didn't want to accidentally hurt anyone with his blood-prowess as a hunter-warrior class of his race. "Let me more deeply introduce myself; I am Wungek Yuujaaf, of the world of Hylanao and of the Lesser Saurmayan Empire. And I thank you for showing the kindness of Saurmaa by giving me this safe place." ((Lemme know if this is okay, Alk!)) Edited by Deadly Aim, Dec 9 2016, 09:57 AM.
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| ~Alkarii~ | Jan 5 2017, 05:45 AM Post #56 |
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(posting somewhat out of turn, because I didn't really post anything about the medical assistance sent to the Yukon, and not really much with which Cemp could work.) Almost immediately after the human captain had accepted the offer for medical assistance for his crew, the smaller vessel had been scanned. Not only did the scan locate every crew member on the ship, the scan also served to locate safe areas in which warp gates could be opened. It'd be one thing to open it inside a solid object, but it would definitely not have helped to open it anywhere near any conduits, or in someone's path. It was through a gate that opened across the ceiling of the sickbay that a young Vokrayan female had stepped, reorienting herself in midair to match the Yukon's artificial gravity, which had been nearly perpendicular to that of the section of the ship she had departed. Unlike the other teolke who had greeted the captain, she was much shorter, roughly the same height as the humans in the room, just a few (Terran) years short of adulthood. As soon as she had enough traction on the deck plates, she began moving to the closest person she could find, ignoring the chaos and evaluating the crewman's entire body with a quick scan from her optical implants, followed by a quick message through her cerebral implant. A moment later, everything she needed to know came to her. She reached out, placing a small device on the back of his head, right at the top of his spine. "This will keep you from feeling pain while I operate," she said gently. "But I need you to remain still. You have moderate internal bleeding in your abdominal cavity, and the debris in your leg is hooked on your femoral artery." The man seemed a little confused and started to move, only to find himself pushed back down by a hand that was a hell of a lot stronger than one would expect. "You also have a mild concussion," she said, as she sprayed a thick liquid on his leg wound. "Now please hold still. You'll be fine in just a few moments." Metallic tendrils came from the cuff of her sleeve, pulling the wound open as she reached in and carefully removed the metal fragment with one hand, while using the other to inject more of the same viscous fluid into the man's abdominal cavity. "The gel is going to repair everything, as well as fight any infection," she explained, giving him an infusion of synthetic blood. "And will eventually be absorbed by your body, so you have nothing to worry about. Just get some rest; I advise getting someone to handle your next duty shift, so you can fully recover." "Who...?" He started to ask, sounding very confused as several more Vokrayans dropped into the med bay, each proceeding to work as efficiently as they could, though not necessarily as quickly. Some of the injured crew weren't of any species the Vokrayans had encountered before, prompting links to the ship's computer for information. "My name is Zyi'uva Kerui. I came from the Zhokavven to help care for the wounded." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, careful not to apply too much pressure. While teolke were (distantly) related to humans, generations of genetic manipulation made their muscles and bones considerably stronger than those of their diurnal counterparts. While she wouldn't have crushed his hand (which would have required deliberate action on her part), she could have very easily broken a couple of bones and left it severely bruised by accident, which would have been very likely to upset the mechanical doctor, who wasn't quite twice her own height. "For now, though, you should be okay, as long as you rest." ===== Back aboard the Zhokavven, Ahtazem smiled back, hiding some of her concern over the whole situation. "I am Zevyil Ahtazem of the Vokrayan Collective, captain of the Zhokavven," she said, introducing herself a little less formally than Yuujaaf had. "I hope you'll forgive my crew for their curiosity; nothing you mentioned about yourself is in our records, as you are the first of your people that any of us have encountered. But then, considering that this is only the second mission to a parallel universe, we were somewhat expecting to be surprised." She shrugged, then turned and gestured back to the still active warp gate. "Anyway, we should probably get to the briefing room. We have an open line of communication with someone who had a sensor buoy deployed here. He and one of our operatives are going over the feed from Z'Gato's ship, trying to piece together what happened." She led the newest guest through the warp gate into the briefing room. Gauro was still watching the feed with the holographic projection of Mr. Golong. "This is-" she started, only to be interrupted by Gauro. "Wungek Yuujaaf, of Hylanao and the Lesser Saurmayan Empire," he said, as they entered. "I was listening." Ahtazem's lip curled a little in annoyance. No doubt the spy was grinning behind his mask. "Stop doing that! Someone's going to find it disturbing!" "You left the gate open," he said with a shrug and a chuckle. "Hardly surprising that I could hear everything." She threw up her hands in frustration, then gestured to one of the chairs flowing up from the floor. "It's safe to sit here," she said, taking a seat. "It'll shift to fit your form, and adjust to fit the user comfortably." She then turned to Gauro and Beggie. "So, anything new to report?" Edited by Alkarii, Jan 6 2017, 05:49 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 1 2017, 03:17 PM Post #57 |
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((sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry)) Did she say "parallel universe"? By the breath of Saurmaa... that's incredible. As Yuujaaf listened to the banter between the two Vokrayans (at least that's what he assumed their race was called), he couldn't help but smile a bit (another tidbit of knowledge he suspected that his hosts would find interesting is that despite being a reptilian race, Hyacertans could manage facial expressions). The banter between captain and subordinate reminded him of the regular interaction that members of the Crosshairs Company crew had with one another on a daily basis. For a moment, Yuujaaf found a pining look enter his eyes, extending a claw on one of his fingers to scratch at his chin. Right now, the vast majority of the crew were enjoying themselves on a tropical paradise planet, whereas he and the other Crosshairs operative, a human known as Samuel Keller, were busily at work. He hoped that everyone was safe, especially his boss and service comrade Travis Clark and his young human hatchling, Troy. Turning his attention away from that, however, Yuujaaf found himself fascinated as he passed through the warp gate. The interior of the Vorkrayan vessel was full of concepts both familiar and foreign to him... which for Yuujaaf, he was quite used to. It was no secret that life for Hyacertans and Hylanao's inhabitants themselves was in a time of flux, as the world struggled between the clash of cultures both modern and medieval. Yuujaaf just quietly nodded as he stood before everyone, not introducing himself with any formality to avoid interrupting discussion. However, as he went to sit on one of the chairs, he casually lifted his prehensile tail up to avoid having it caught in any spokes or feeling the lower end of his spine be contorted... and was pleasantly surprised as the chair formed an opening in the back large enough for his tail to winnow itself through and freely hang down onto the floor, a smile of unexpected joy coming across his face. While he bore humans no malice, he had to question their choices in furniture. While humans had no tails and as such no need to accommodate for them, finding comfortable seating was often an exercise of great care for Yuujaaf. He waited to see what the gathered assembly would say next, taking note of all those there and quietly smiling. He hoped nobody here had a dislike for reptiles. Or, as humans often described him... "a dinosaur in an armor suit." |
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