Evelyn, a dog, having undergone
Further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behaviour
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains...
Arf, she said
Frank Zappa - Evelyn, a Modified Dog
Sargasso, The Rigs, Phoenix Service Group
Four platforms stood in the ocean, connected by large bridges, the central platform appeared to have the largest structure on top. Along the life rails, lifeboats were dotted around, as well as access to areas beneath from the outside as a means of fire escape or emergency movement. A crane was present on each platform too, with cables long enough to lift something out of the ocean. Out west, the town of Sargasso could be seen, having expanded, and now sporting a field full of bacteria cultivation.
Walking amongst these platforms were the members of the Phoenix Service Group. Established not long after the disastrous fallout of the previous major mission as a means to make the ISC Phoenix even stronger, it was staffed not by the regular members of the ISC Phoenix, but by people who were ordinary in comparison. Ordinary for the Kikyo Sector, anyway. Most of them were ex-soldiers from major military wings across the galaxy, some were mercenaries or criminals looking for a cause, and others were civilians who thought they could be more.
An air traffic tower on Platform Beta was watching a Geshrinari Light Freighter come back to hangar, and the two people inside were directing it, and it made a safe landing inside the platform's hangar. Then they noticed an anomaly coming from Sargasso and heading this way.
But they knew who it was, and other soldiers standing on the deck could see a purple speck flying towards the platform, diving close to the water and causing arcs of white spray to fling up before pulling up and wooshing past the edge of the platform. People standing near the guard rails were buffeted with a gust of wind, and up in the sky, they could see him for a moment, looking down at the platform and finding somewhere to land. They found that the shuttle pad on the other side of the platform was an appropriate place.
The person, a Luca Pavone, landed with a surprisingly soft landing for how fast they were going previously. The boons of military-grade gravity manipulation paying for themselves. He stood up and turned around to find ten PSG members, three Nepleslian men, a Nepleslian woman, two Yamataian women who were ex-Neko, a Lorath New Tur'lista woman, an ID-SOL, and two Lorath Lmanel men. Some of them were wearing the fatigues and carrying rifles, while others were wearing maintenance equipment, while the New Tur'lista was wearing neat, smartly casual office clothing. They all saluted their captain, palm facing outwards with the thumb tucked in.
"At ease, ladies and gentlemen," Luca raised a hand for calm, and they dropped their salutes and resumed a relaxed stance. "Its good to see you all. I trust everything's going well today?"
"Yes Captain," the Nepleslian woman spoke up, her name was Carver according to the name tag, and she was part of the Support service, "everything's operating normally, and none of our branches are reporting any major upsets."
He smiled. "Good. I'm going to have a look around and do some management. Carry on." Luca dismissed his troops, and the office staff turned around and walked back into Alpha Platform's topside structure, while the soldiers walked along the top deck and resumed patrol.
Luca made a mental note to check on Rebeka when he could. She was transferred to PSG's medical facilities within Platform Alpha, under tight surveillance. Perhaps it would've been worth looking into dedicated medical facilities in the future, but some Capital had to be built up first, and John had already spent as much as he could safely without leaving PSG unsustainable.
Expansion had to happen though, with how many people were volunteering for the job. Furthermore, he didn't have someone who was with the Phoenix for long enough to be a patron for the medical platform, but calling an old friend crossed his mind. First though, he stepped inside Alpha Platform and walked down to the Command and Control Centre as his first port of call.
"I wonder what everybody's up to..." Luca pondered as he briefly looked at Sargasso's map. The place had been growing quite a bit. "With how big Sargasso is now, they could be anywhere, even back at the Kestrel. Hopefully, the Rigs are good enough accommodation."
According to some cursory surveillance, John was in the Alpha Platform's lounge, Melissa was currently training the first iteration of scouting soldiers out in Mt. Sargasso, Allison was over in Platform Gamma, and Echelon was residing in Platform Delta's Archives, Storage, and Library. He didn't know where everyone else under his direct command was, and they deserved to take it easy after the events on Kennewes and Albini.
(The map currently contradicts how The Rigs look. Please refer to the PSG article for the current status of The Rigs.)
Further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behaviour
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains...
Arf, she said
Frank Zappa - Evelyn, a Modified Dog
Sargasso, The Rigs, Phoenix Service Group
Four platforms stood in the ocean, connected by large bridges, the central platform appeared to have the largest structure on top. Along the life rails, lifeboats were dotted around, as well as access to areas beneath from the outside as a means of fire escape or emergency movement. A crane was present on each platform too, with cables long enough to lift something out of the ocean. Out west, the town of Sargasso could be seen, having expanded, and now sporting a field full of bacteria cultivation.
Walking amongst these platforms were the members of the Phoenix Service Group. Established not long after the disastrous fallout of the previous major mission as a means to make the ISC Phoenix even stronger, it was staffed not by the regular members of the ISC Phoenix, but by people who were ordinary in comparison. Ordinary for the Kikyo Sector, anyway. Most of them were ex-soldiers from major military wings across the galaxy, some were mercenaries or criminals looking for a cause, and others were civilians who thought they could be more.
An air traffic tower on Platform Beta was watching a Geshrinari Light Freighter come back to hangar, and the two people inside were directing it, and it made a safe landing inside the platform's hangar. Then they noticed an anomaly coming from Sargasso and heading this way.
But they knew who it was, and other soldiers standing on the deck could see a purple speck flying towards the platform, diving close to the water and causing arcs of white spray to fling up before pulling up and wooshing past the edge of the platform. People standing near the guard rails were buffeted with a gust of wind, and up in the sky, they could see him for a moment, looking down at the platform and finding somewhere to land. They found that the shuttle pad on the other side of the platform was an appropriate place.
The person, a Luca Pavone, landed with a surprisingly soft landing for how fast they were going previously. The boons of military-grade gravity manipulation paying for themselves. He stood up and turned around to find ten PSG members, three Nepleslian men, a Nepleslian woman, two Yamataian women who were ex-Neko, a Lorath New Tur'lista woman, an ID-SOL, and two Lorath Lmanel men. Some of them were wearing the fatigues and carrying rifles, while others were wearing maintenance equipment, while the New Tur'lista was wearing neat, smartly casual office clothing. They all saluted their captain, palm facing outwards with the thumb tucked in.
"At ease, ladies and gentlemen," Luca raised a hand for calm, and they dropped their salutes and resumed a relaxed stance. "Its good to see you all. I trust everything's going well today?"
"Yes Captain," the Nepleslian woman spoke up, her name was Carver according to the name tag, and she was part of the Support service, "everything's operating normally, and none of our branches are reporting any major upsets."
He smiled. "Good. I'm going to have a look around and do some management. Carry on." Luca dismissed his troops, and the office staff turned around and walked back into Alpha Platform's topside structure, while the soldiers walked along the top deck and resumed patrol.
Luca made a mental note to check on Rebeka when he could. She was transferred to PSG's medical facilities within Platform Alpha, under tight surveillance. Perhaps it would've been worth looking into dedicated medical facilities in the future, but some Capital had to be built up first, and John had already spent as much as he could safely without leaving PSG unsustainable.
Expansion had to happen though, with how many people were volunteering for the job. Furthermore, he didn't have someone who was with the Phoenix for long enough to be a patron for the medical platform, but calling an old friend crossed his mind. First though, he stepped inside Alpha Platform and walked down to the Command and Control Centre as his first port of call.
"I wonder what everybody's up to..." Luca pondered as he briefly looked at Sargasso's map. The place had been growing quite a bit. "With how big Sargasso is now, they could be anywhere, even back at the Kestrel. Hopefully, the Rigs are good enough accommodation."
According to some cursory surveillance, John was in the Alpha Platform's lounge, Melissa was currently training the first iteration of scouting soldiers out in Mt. Sargasso, Allison was over in Platform Gamma, and Echelon was residing in Platform Delta's Archives, Storage, and Library. He didn't know where everyone else under his direct command was, and they deserved to take it easy after the events on Kennewes and Albini.
(The map currently contradicts how The Rigs look. Please refer to the PSG article for the current status of The Rigs.)