Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE:45
- RP Location
- Stenkagorad - NYRDs facility medical wing.
There was no mass awakening. No chaos. No threat.
Over the course of two days, they awoke from severe fatigue and minor injuries too tired to stay awake until forced to by peckish nurses waking them on the hour, every hour until finally they could retain their consciousness. From there bodily functions took over and after being led to bathrooms and carefully cleaned by a team of nurses of their gender each marine found themselves lazing about in recovery.
They also, for a change, were not naked. Simple patient scrubs were provided and in the case of Quilly even a hospital gown was provided for her cramped wings to hang out of, for which the nursing staff coddled her to no end the sight of an Elysian in such parts of the DIoN as rare as myth.
No. For once they were safe.
In time they were moved together in the same room. Hospital beds more comfortable than they were used to arrayed nine to a side in a long, too-white sterile room of whirring bedside machines and chrome durrandium racks upon which bags of clear intravenous fluid hung from which connected to the wrist and forearm of life-sustaining nutrients and antibiotics.
Men came from various local authorities. The NPF sent special investigators and agents, Large officious-looking Kuzynetski men from the local governors office in cliche greatcoats. Well-dressed couriers from the other local governor asked too many clarifying questions. Both sides of the local security forces. An agent of the Planetary commissioners office. Three Jiyuu wardens from the SAW corps. Adjucators from the local transit and salvage guilds.
Men and women waited in practical lines to hear the same statements over and over while offering no forthcoming answers from their end. It wasn't until Borok Kuzynetski came under supervision of two NPF officers half his size and a third his weight to supervise him as he came to see and collect his son was there even the semblance of an idea what was going on.
"Wear and fatigue in the shuttles hull outer plating gave in re-entry."
Shot down or not. Abandoned and attempted murder. The death of good men.
And it was swept under the rug by all sides as happenstance and coincidence and their statements fell on deaf ears as unreliable or unacceptable testimony.
The same day the NPF took Kiril back with them was the same Francis was wheeled into their room. Looking more hale but just as weak as when they last saw her the physically young but actually old former Commissar was pushed about in a wheelchair being too weak to walk after the cloning as atrophied and unused muscles on her new body were stimulated through electrical nodes hooked up to her major muscle groups that causes her to have micro-jerking and twitching fits as her body was stimulated to aid the muscle growth as the last of the nanites in her system died off.
Too weak and mentally worn from the experience even her usual Misandry felt forced as she practically rasped through a new throat half-hearted insults and jibes while a fresh agitated pink line where her head had been surgically removed and the new body grown from it connected and would eventually fade as well.
No. They truly were safe for once. Their gear and belongings were shipped to their billet at the starport and as soon as the NYRDs doctors gave the OK they would catch a transport there straight from the NYRDs building and could start, for once, a mundane posting.
Star Port - Marine Billet
When the Zachitnik shuttle crossed the massive hive city it was a breathtaking sight for such an out of the way and developing settlement. From the windows massive hive-spires rose in mega-blocke buildings that houses thousands each while the sheer heat of the thermal vent under the ground where it was routed vented constant steam to the point where even during their brief movement from the shuttle pad to the shuttle itself it felt hardly like a world still in its iceage and more like the inside of a humid factory as not even snow reached the inner parts of the city.
Beyond that, at the fringes the massive megaforge, large than most starships stood domineering like a titan over the city as massive pipes large enough for the shuttle to fly inside of fed water into the massive structure where steam constantly spewed out of like geiser from the top. Every minute or so there was an almost perceptible ripple the started from the megaforge and passed through the city as it fed more steam out as the water connected with the massive thermal vent to forge Nermimum and other materials and also provide power to the city in abundance.
But when they arrived at the starport, on the very edge of the settlement and built on the massive wall that it hung over it was a different story. While the massive flight decks were heated to prevent ice and snow buildup, when the shuttle landed and disembarked them at the end of one of the flight decks the deck was warm beneath their feet but the air was once again a frigid arctic chill strong enough that to do anything but lean into it would topple the lighter marines like Quilly and Carina over entirely and if not for the stippling of the flight deck to grip painfully onto could take them a hundred meters or more over the edge of the flight deck and falling hundreds of meters to their deaths...
Were any of them not holding her wheelchair, Francis might have been coasting off the edge by now; Too weak and even bundled up the newly revived marine was shivering like a leaf.
As the flight crew helped unload supplies they got a look at their new billet.
It was several stories tall with the lowest level having no windows and being the widest with a single long, steep, congregated ramp landing up into a covered entrance with a sturdy looking blast door. Above that was five more levels, each progressively smaller with the top levels being mostly glass-lined flight-controller-style boxes to oversee the flight operations and monitor traffic from the starbase.
It was a standard prefabricated military structure.
And it was wholly unimpressive...
Behind them, the shuttle began to whir and prepare to take off and leave them, breaking the marines from their stupor as they were left alone outside of their new home.
Over the course of two days, they awoke from severe fatigue and minor injuries too tired to stay awake until forced to by peckish nurses waking them on the hour, every hour until finally they could retain their consciousness. From there bodily functions took over and after being led to bathrooms and carefully cleaned by a team of nurses of their gender each marine found themselves lazing about in recovery.
They also, for a change, were not naked. Simple patient scrubs were provided and in the case of Quilly even a hospital gown was provided for her cramped wings to hang out of, for which the nursing staff coddled her to no end the sight of an Elysian in such parts of the DIoN as rare as myth.
No. For once they were safe.
In time they were moved together in the same room. Hospital beds more comfortable than they were used to arrayed nine to a side in a long, too-white sterile room of whirring bedside machines and chrome durrandium racks upon which bags of clear intravenous fluid hung from which connected to the wrist and forearm of life-sustaining nutrients and antibiotics.
Men came from various local authorities. The NPF sent special investigators and agents, Large officious-looking Kuzynetski men from the local governors office in cliche greatcoats. Well-dressed couriers from the other local governor asked too many clarifying questions. Both sides of the local security forces. An agent of the Planetary commissioners office. Three Jiyuu wardens from the SAW corps. Adjucators from the local transit and salvage guilds.
Men and women waited in practical lines to hear the same statements over and over while offering no forthcoming answers from their end. It wasn't until Borok Kuzynetski came under supervision of two NPF officers half his size and a third his weight to supervise him as he came to see and collect his son was there even the semblance of an idea what was going on.
"Wear and fatigue in the shuttles hull outer plating gave in re-entry."
Shot down or not. Abandoned and attempted murder. The death of good men.
And it was swept under the rug by all sides as happenstance and coincidence and their statements fell on deaf ears as unreliable or unacceptable testimony.
The same day the NPF took Kiril back with them was the same Francis was wheeled into their room. Looking more hale but just as weak as when they last saw her the physically young but actually old former Commissar was pushed about in a wheelchair being too weak to walk after the cloning as atrophied and unused muscles on her new body were stimulated through electrical nodes hooked up to her major muscle groups that causes her to have micro-jerking and twitching fits as her body was stimulated to aid the muscle growth as the last of the nanites in her system died off.
Too weak and mentally worn from the experience even her usual Misandry felt forced as she practically rasped through a new throat half-hearted insults and jibes while a fresh agitated pink line where her head had been surgically removed and the new body grown from it connected and would eventually fade as well.
No. They truly were safe for once. Their gear and belongings were shipped to their billet at the starport and as soon as the NYRDs doctors gave the OK they would catch a transport there straight from the NYRDs building and could start, for once, a mundane posting.
Star Port - Marine Billet
When the Zachitnik shuttle crossed the massive hive city it was a breathtaking sight for such an out of the way and developing settlement. From the windows massive hive-spires rose in mega-blocke buildings that houses thousands each while the sheer heat of the thermal vent under the ground where it was routed vented constant steam to the point where even during their brief movement from the shuttle pad to the shuttle itself it felt hardly like a world still in its iceage and more like the inside of a humid factory as not even snow reached the inner parts of the city.
Beyond that, at the fringes the massive megaforge, large than most starships stood domineering like a titan over the city as massive pipes large enough for the shuttle to fly inside of fed water into the massive structure where steam constantly spewed out of like geiser from the top. Every minute or so there was an almost perceptible ripple the started from the megaforge and passed through the city as it fed more steam out as the water connected with the massive thermal vent to forge Nermimum and other materials and also provide power to the city in abundance.
But when they arrived at the starport, on the very edge of the settlement and built on the massive wall that it hung over it was a different story. While the massive flight decks were heated to prevent ice and snow buildup, when the shuttle landed and disembarked them at the end of one of the flight decks the deck was warm beneath their feet but the air was once again a frigid arctic chill strong enough that to do anything but lean into it would topple the lighter marines like Quilly and Carina over entirely and if not for the stippling of the flight deck to grip painfully onto could take them a hundred meters or more over the edge of the flight deck and falling hundreds of meters to their deaths...
Were any of them not holding her wheelchair, Francis might have been coasting off the edge by now; Too weak and even bundled up the newly revived marine was shivering like a leaf.
As the flight crew helped unload supplies they got a look at their new billet.
It was several stories tall with the lowest level having no windows and being the widest with a single long, steep, congregated ramp landing up into a covered entrance with a sturdy looking blast door. Above that was five more levels, each progressively smaller with the top levels being mostly glass-lined flight-controller-style boxes to oversee the flight operations and monitor traffic from the starbase.
It was a standard prefabricated military structure.
And it was wholly unimpressive...
Behind them, the shuttle began to whir and prepare to take off and leave them, breaking the marines from their stupor as they were left alone outside of their new home.
