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"I have never, in all my years, seen a machine so fast and effiecient. If we have battle droids that effiecient, command sure as hell isn't letting it be know." Isaac replied.
Lucia shrugged. "When I said monster, i did not mean it literally. I was describing its abilities. Also, i do not believe that thing to be a machine. the movements were far too fast and far, far too fluid for even the most top of the line droids. Mark my words, that thing is a living being, one unlike anything we have ever seen before. If there is a planet of them, we best make friends with it, lest we get into a fight." Lucia looked back out the window. "With no false modesty, i am most likely the one who would last the longest against that... thing. And yet, even with my reaction time, the fastest reaction time possible, I doubt I would last more than 2, maybe 3 minutes. Not even the Meteor armor could stand a chance against it." He turned to face everyone. "If you ever encounter that thing, run. Do not shoot it, do not attack it, do not even so much as look at it. Just run. If this is insubordination, then I am sorry, but someone needed to say it."
Rezzea looked at Lucia and shrugged.
"I'm just saying, don't deny the possibil-"
"Ow!" She yelped and grabbed her chest again.
"dr. Isaac, there's definitely something lose, are you sure you've checked for internal bleeding?" She said, while brushing her stomach with a groan.
Or maybe I'm just hungry..
"I'm just saying, don't deny the possibil-"
"Ow!" She yelped and grabbed her chest again.
"dr. Isaac, there's definitely something lose, are you sure you've checked for internal bleeding?" She said, while brushing her stomach with a groan.
Or maybe I'm just hungry..
Isaac let out an annoyed sigh. "Did I check for internal bleeding?" he said in a mocking tone "You don't give me enough credit. But I will check again if it put your mind at ease."
He did a quick scan, and frowned at the results. "Well," he started "I suppose you were partially right; you do have a bit of internal bleeding. It appears that all this running and jumping and zero G and shit knocked one of your rib fragments loose before the nanobots could cement it down. And it imbedded itself in your muscle. It's gonna have to be removed, or else it will become infected; but we can't have the current batch of nanobots do that, the bleeding will be too severe. If you wait till you get back to the ship, there are some more advanced nanobots in the med bay that could dislodge it and seal the wound, but you will have to endure till we get back. Or, I could just opperate right now and deal with it, but it will eb a little more than just a shot. Your call" he said
He did a quick scan, and frowned at the results. "Well," he started "I suppose you were partially right; you do have a bit of internal bleeding. It appears that all this running and jumping and zero G and shit knocked one of your rib fragments loose before the nanobots could cement it down. And it imbedded itself in your muscle. It's gonna have to be removed, or else it will become infected; but we can't have the current batch of nanobots do that, the bleeding will be too severe. If you wait till you get back to the ship, there are some more advanced nanobots in the med bay that could dislodge it and seal the wound, but you will have to endure till we get back. Or, I could just opperate right now and deal with it, but it will eb a little more than just a shot. Your call" he said
Regrel sat back in his seat with his eyes closed as the others babbled. He raised one leathery hand to his hairy brow and ran it down to the end of his nose. Now that the mission was over he was feeling the effects of the short excursion on his body.
[i/]I'm not as young as I used to be.[/i]
His finger tips found the shards of his smashed helmet pointed like the teeth of a Magoogy from his wide collar.
[i/]Good thing I'm lucky as ever.[/i]
Tilting his head to one side he stared out of the port hole at the expanse of space and the now tiny speck of red that was the exploding hull of the mutant ship. Tilting his head the other way he could see the Great White already coming into view.
[i/]I'm not as young as I used to be.[/i]
His finger tips found the shards of his smashed helmet pointed like the teeth of a Magoogy from his wide collar.
[i/]Good thing I'm lucky as ever.[/i]
Tilting his head to one side he stared out of the port hole at the expanse of space and the now tiny speck of red that was the exploding hull of the mutant ship. Tilting his head the other way he could see the Great White already coming into view.
Keep the sexy in your pants!
Once everyone gets to bed/the sickbay I can start chapter 2
The small pod sped up towards the Great White, burning all of its plasma reserves with one single jump, fortunately it had just enough to make it inside the gargantuan ship. As the pod passed through the barrier of the bay the white glow vanished, the stabilizers shut off, and the pod smashed against the ground. The door swung open and medical teams and techies were standing by, awaiting the sentinels with supplies and tools.
"I'll get command to find out whatever saved us back there was, but I need all of you to go the sick bay and get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow regardless of what information we get." Zeredare mumbled walking out of the bay clenching his side. "I'll see you tomorrow, until then just get done whatever business you might need to attend to."
Aza saluted, then quickly scampered off, dodging the various medical staff who were trying to get him to sit still so he could be examined
"No, no, no thanks, sorry, very busy, no thank you, no, I can find my own way, thanks..." he kept on repeating as he made a detour to his room, making sure it was all still safely secure before he lovingly placed his sniper rifle on his bed, doing a quick inspection of it.
He found a few chips here and there but nothing that would affect its combat capabilities. Grabbing a random handful of food from the crate that he had bought from the kitchen, eating it eagerly as he made his way to the medical bay.
'Just for some rest and observation' he thought 'No way are those doctors touching me'
"No, no, no thanks, sorry, very busy, no thank you, no, I can find my own way, thanks..." he kept on repeating as he made a detour to his room, making sure it was all still safely secure before he lovingly placed his sniper rifle on his bed, doing a quick inspection of it.
He found a few chips here and there but nothing that would affect its combat capabilities. Grabbing a random handful of food from the crate that he had bought from the kitchen, eating it eagerly as he made his way to the medical bay.
'Just for some rest and observation' he thought 'No way are those doctors touching me'
Rezzea was lifted onto a pair of medical straps and carried toward the infirmary.
The doctors examined her and prepped her for surgery.
"This is gonna be a short night"
She said as the sedatives struck in and did their job. She watched as the lights on the ceiling flickered past her, doctors on each side and medicals in front and back along with a security escort. Every safety measure was taken into accord.
Soon though, the doctors counted her down and everything went black.
The doctors examined her and prepped her for surgery.
"This is gonna be a short night"
She said as the sedatives struck in and did their job. She watched as the lights on the ceiling flickered past her, doctors on each side and medicals in front and back along with a security escort. Every safety measure was taken into accord.
Soon though, the doctors counted her down and everything went black.
Isaac walked to the medical bay, observing Rezzea's surgury as it began. He told the head surgeon all about his battle field remedies, and wrote a few recomendations down. The surgeon was also from Black Death coincidentaly, so Isaac didn't doubt his skill. Still, Isaac felt like Rezzea was his patient, so he wanted to make sure the surgeon new exactly what he had already done.
After words, when a doctor came up to examine Isaac, he waved him away. He crawled into a nearby bed, and soon fell asleep.
After words, when a doctor came up to examine Isaac, he waved him away. He crawled into a nearby bed, and soon fell asleep.
Lucia pushed past the people who wanted him to sit still, so they could examine him. Lucia couldn't even see them. He just pushed passed, saying "Excuse me, coming through, move please, outta my way," And to one doctor who was very persistent, Lucia fixed his glare upon the unfortunate doctor and said, "Out. Of. My. Way. Now." The doctor hurried away. Lucia finally reached the gym. He took off his armor and activated the VR projection. He started to sprint, 40 yd. dashes. Late into the night, he checked his best time. "Dammit, only 4.08. It's not good enough. That thing was going at least three, maybe even two seconds." He looked at the clock, panting with exhaustion. "Damn, 1:30 already?" He shook his head and grabbed his armor, heading for his room. He took a shower and crawled into bed, exhausted.
In football, times are measured by the 40 yd. Dash. If you can pull off 4.8, you can make it as an ace almost anywhere. 4.3 could be considered the "Speed of Sound" in football. 4.2 is the equivalent of the speed of light. 4.08 is nearly superhuman. the fastest time today is 4.09, set by Darell Green.
yes, I am a football nut.
yes, I am a football nut.
Nouw saluted the Captain and headed towards the Medical Bay, avoiding people whenever possible as he wanted to ask one of the medical staff members to check his sore neck.
One of the staff came up to them, eager to do whatever he needed to do.
"How may I help you Sentinel" He enthusiastically asked.
"Back of Neck is sore" He quickly, but politely answered.
"Have a seat and I will examine it" The delighted Staff told him
Nouw did as he was told and sat down, in a matter of seconds the Medcial Staff came with various equipment and instruments. He got a robot that checked his neck and told him that is was a minor bruise that should go away by the night.
"Thank you" He thanked and found a bed. He pushed all his Equipment on to the bottom of the bed and took off his armour and for the first time in others presence his mask. He emptied his waste tank and tucked himself in, slightly exhausted from today. He soon fell asleep.
One of the staff came up to them, eager to do whatever he needed to do.
"How may I help you Sentinel" He enthusiastically asked.
"Back of Neck is sore" He quickly, but politely answered.
"Have a seat and I will examine it" The delighted Staff told him
Nouw did as he was told and sat down, in a matter of seconds the Medcial Staff came with various equipment and instruments. He got a robot that checked his neck and told him that is was a minor bruise that should go away by the night.
"Thank you" He thanked and found a bed. He pushed all his Equipment on to the bottom of the bed and took off his armour and for the first time in others presence his mask. He emptied his waste tank and tucked himself in, slightly exhausted from today. He soon fell asleep.
Vfraar stepped tiredly out of the shuttle, standing still for a moment with an impatient sigh as the medical team scanned him and checked him over. He had no serious injuries, so they let him go relatively unscathed. Making his way back to the Commander's Office, he deposited his weapons and uploaded the data he had gathered during the mission to the computer, to be stored away for possible future use.
Checking his HUD, he affirmed that several of the squad were in the sickbay, getting checkups and scans, as well as Rezzea, who was undergoing minor surgery. Time to do his rounds. Storing his weapons in their spots and removing a few of the bulkier parts of his armor, he exited his room and began the walk to the sickbay. He could have simply checked his squad member's health on his HUD and be satisfied with that, but he preffered doing it in person when he could.
Vfraar soon arrived at the Medical Bay and began his habit of checking up on the various Sentinals. A few them had already crawled into beds nearby to sleep, those that hadn't he talked to for a minute or so, letting them tell him what their condition was. Most simply waved off any accusations of injury, stating that they were fine, like any good soldier would.
Eventually he reached Rezzea's operation room, and observed the procedure for a few minutes, asking questions now and then about her condition. It was a minor surgery, and she would most likely be completely fine, so he thanked the doctors and moved on, finally being stopped by one very persistent medic.
"Well, looks like you're fine, Commander." the young doctor said, while coding down some notes on a pad. "Some plasma abrasions and a bruised shoulder, but nothing bad."
"Hmph. I could have told you that." Vfraar said with a slight smile, then his brow furrowed as he thought of the one Sentinal he hadn't checked up on yet. "Has Regrel come in yet?"
"No, he hasn't." The doctor said with a frown. "Haven't even seen him yet."
Vfraar rolled his eyes. "He took some pretty hard blows, probably took a little more damage then he'd like to admit. Make sure that he get's in here, whether he likes it or not. Commander's orders." The old lizard said as he stood. "Thick-skulled little bastard." Chuckling to himself as he left, the CC headed back towards his quarters for some sleep.
Checking his HUD, he affirmed that several of the squad were in the sickbay, getting checkups and scans, as well as Rezzea, who was undergoing minor surgery. Time to do his rounds. Storing his weapons in their spots and removing a few of the bulkier parts of his armor, he exited his room and began the walk to the sickbay. He could have simply checked his squad member's health on his HUD and be satisfied with that, but he preffered doing it in person when he could.
Vfraar soon arrived at the Medical Bay and began his habit of checking up on the various Sentinals. A few them had already crawled into beds nearby to sleep, those that hadn't he talked to for a minute or so, letting them tell him what their condition was. Most simply waved off any accusations of injury, stating that they were fine, like any good soldier would.
Eventually he reached Rezzea's operation room, and observed the procedure for a few minutes, asking questions now and then about her condition. It was a minor surgery, and she would most likely be completely fine, so he thanked the doctors and moved on, finally being stopped by one very persistent medic.
"Well, looks like you're fine, Commander." the young doctor said, while coding down some notes on a pad. "Some plasma abrasions and a bruised shoulder, but nothing bad."
"Hmph. I could have told you that." Vfraar said with a slight smile, then his brow furrowed as he thought of the one Sentinal he hadn't checked up on yet. "Has Regrel come in yet?"
"No, he hasn't." The doctor said with a frown. "Haven't even seen him yet."
Vfraar rolled his eyes. "He took some pretty hard blows, probably took a little more damage then he'd like to admit. Make sure that he get's in here, whether he likes it or not. Commander's orders." The old lizard said as he stood. "Thick-skulled little bastard." Chuckling to himself as he left, the CC headed back towards his quarters for some sleep.
Weird thought, should I do I digest for this?
Though the sentinels rested the Great White stayed very much awake, kept in motion by the overnight staff who managed the ship while the day crew slept. The bright glow shifted from blue to white as the ship accelerated far past light speed, jetting off towards it destination, Prime.
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Zeredare's log, recording number 1364
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With the recent rise of terrorist attacks at high priority locations, they have stationed us at Prime, the reasoning is beyond me. They already have over a million security personal there, they don't need anymore. Even if they did need more troops they could have just called upon the a battalion, the Federation seems to deploy those constantly, but apparently ten people are more effective than a thousand.
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I should get some rest, today has been too stressful.
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-End LogAs the Great White approached the docking bay of Prime bolts what appeared to be lighting shot out, latching onto the massive ship as it calmly descended, keeping it from crashing into the man-made planet. The cybernetic city bustled with activity, members of various different species roamed the streets and the shops, the majority of them Grel. On the roof tops of the metallic towers stood various guards, armed with machine guns and sniper rifles as they surveyed the streets for any suspicious actions or individuals. Zeredare was the first to wake from his slumber, beating everyone else by about two hours. A message was sent from his computer to the terminals of the other squad members.
-From Zeredare
Seeing as we have a few hours before our shift begins I thought you guys would like a little R&R, so I'm giving you free time to roam around the city, just stay within the limits. This city has everything you need, whether it be food or entertainment. So have fun and relax, just get to the station on time.
Yeah go for it
*Beep*
*Beep*
Isaac opened his eyes slowly.
*Beep*
He was back in his room; at some point in the night he had moved himself.
*Beep*
He had received a message on his terminal. The annoying beeping sound was worse than an alarm clock. He slowly crawled out of bed and hit the button, silencing the beeping sound. He read through the message, still half asleep.
"Some R&R?" he said to himself "Fine by me. Smith, fire up a map of the city. I'm feelin like a movie."
"Right away sir. Would you like movie times aswell?"
"Sure. Also, find me a good breakfast place." Isaac replied.
Fifteen Minutes later, he was dressed and walking down the hall. He was wearing casual civilian clothes, although he had kept his badge, knife, and medic wristband with him. "Never know when you might need it" he had reasoned.
Nouw woke up to a series constant beeping, he hated beeping so he woke up and turned it off. He checked his messages and saw that the Captain wanted us to have some R&R. He then returned to his room and showered. After a well-needed breakfast, he changed into simple Civilian Uniform
that still had his Badge.
He went outside and went down the passage way, feeling relaxed as the sun came shining in. He walked outside and decided to do some old-fashioned finding.
that still had his Badge.
He went outside and went down the passage way, feeling relaxed as the sun came shining in. He walked outside and decided to do some old-fashioned finding.
Rezzea woke up on the surgical table.
"uuuh" She groaned and opened her eyes. As she looked at her blue hands in front of her, it was obvious she had been given drugs, her hands and feet had turned more red and were now purple, and the doctors were wearing bright pink robes.
"Hey, uh, doc?" She started, and the doctor looked at her with a clipboard.
"Yes, you must be wondering about the colors. Slight side-affect to the medicine, you see, your rib was deep into your muscle tissue we had to use something strong. And we think it may have burned some cones in your eyes, but we injected a counter-affecting doze into your veins, it should take effect within four hours"
Rezzea raised her head, and then sat up.
As she slipped into her clothes while the doctor was away she mumbled "Four hours like this? Great.."
But her day had improved as she walked outside and a man was waiting for her, with a message board.
"R&R?"
Rezzea said to herself after reading it and waving the man off.
"Sounds good, I'm hungry"
"uuuh" She groaned and opened her eyes. As she looked at her blue hands in front of her, it was obvious she had been given drugs, her hands and feet had turned more red and were now purple, and the doctors were wearing bright pink robes.
"Hey, uh, doc?" She started, and the doctor looked at her with a clipboard.
"Yes, you must be wondering about the colors. Slight side-affect to the medicine, you see, your rib was deep into your muscle tissue we had to use something strong. And we think it may have burned some cones in your eyes, but we injected a counter-affecting doze into your veins, it should take effect within four hours"
Rezzea raised her head, and then sat up.
As she slipped into her clothes while the doctor was away she mumbled "Four hours like this? Great.."
But her day had improved as she walked outside and a man was waiting for her, with a message board.
"R&R?"
Rezzea said to herself after reading it and waving the man off.
"Sounds good, I'm hungry"
Lucia heard constant beeping. Still slumbering, he threw a knife at it, thinking it an enemy. He woke up when he heard the crash. "Oh goddammit, that's the fifth one." He looked at what remained of the screen of his pager. "A little R&R sounds good. I gotta stop hitting these things." He threw the broken pager into a bucket with so many others just like it, a knife dead center of the tiny screen. He changed and went out into the city, strolling calmly, taking in the sights and sounds.