RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [SMoDIN] Graduation Day

[Zack]

The exterior of the NNN building had been torn to shreds by the recent gunfight, leaving thousands of pieces of broken glass on the floor of the lobby and strewn out into the street. Exhausted marines were arriving at the building handfuls at a time, having sprinted a few miles to get here while others were being ferried in on the few spare buggies that the military had. Nearly every truck, helicopter, and spaceship was already busy putting out fires and dealing with the mess the Mishhu attack had left in funky city and helping to co-ordinate most of the response was Wazu, standing outside of the NNN building next to a K4 hovertank, splitting his time between directing the freshly arrived marines into the building and entering commands into a the datapad in his hand.

Samantha headed towards the building on her bike, surprised at the damage dealt to it. "What the hell?" she whispered to herself as she pulled up to the bike rack. She typed her number in, and parked her bike, but the damaged mechanism failed and her bike was not carried to it's place. She looked around more carefully, and saw Wazu, noting his rank bars. She grabbed the microphone she always kept just in case, and sashayed over to him. "Hello, sir, I'm Samantha of the NNN. Can you tell me what's going on?" she hands him the microphone

Wazu would look up from his datapad, surprised to see a reporter here, as a small group of marines that were taking a short rest outside of the building would make a quick cat-call at the passing reporter. He would quickly hit send on his datapad before making his response, “I was hoping you would be able to tell us.” He said, “We have not been able to get in touch with anyone at NNN until you arrived.” Wazu would then turn to the marines and start barking new orders, getting them to set up a perimeter around the NNN building by placing them in spots overlooking the surrounding streets. “After the attacks the Mishhu started using NNN’s transmitters to play mind games and…” Wazu would stop his thought to deal with his datapad again, “… and we just got here to put a stop to that but the marines are getting held up by gunmen. Have you gotten a chance to check NNN’s news feed?” He asked.

"I'm afraid not, I only just got here" Samantha said, with a scowl "One moment" She turned on some of her cybernetics and started to watch the newsfeed. "Hrm, I can fix that. I have broadcasting equipment. If you don't mind?" she asks

“I’ll owe you one if you can get it done. We’ve been trying to access the system remotely and we’ve had some luck shutting down a few of the tower’s broadcast system but we need the transmitters to broadcast our own messages and they’ve sabotaged or destroyed all of the remote access systems for the servers. They won’t even accept pings at this point they only transmit. A team is inside already looking to take control of the server rooms and do it manually.” Wazu explained.

She, in fact, had transmitters built in. And default admin access to the NNNs news broadcasting satellites, they were probably cutting off the military connections because they were in intruder alert mode, and were not from an authorized source. If she used her own equipment... well, it might not work, but she liked the odds. "Here, in backup there's some stuff in my bike that can be set up to build a temporary broadcasting tower, and with some commercial signal boosting equipment we will be able to locally overwhelm the signal, and at least jam it. Might be able to catch the whole area" she says "But I'm going to try it my way first. Here, what message do you want to give our brave citizens sir?"

“Got two mini-hyperspace taps in the tank for power.” Wazu offered, “But NNN has their own power systems that remained intact when the power grid got hit and I’ll bet they put out more juice than my tank. We still need to shut down the physical connections as well. Let the people know that we’ve got this problem handled, not to panic, and to stop shooting at us.”

"If I can suborn the satalites... and I probably CAN, but might fail, this shouldn't be a problem. here goes my best shot!" She released her camera drone, and let it start beaming the images back to her for editing. "This is Reporter Samantha of the Nepleslian News Network. We are suffering a system's malfunction due to a Mishhu hacking attempt, and a small mishhu landing force. Do not be alarmed, things are under control. The force is a small one, but it has taken up residence in the NNN tower, and is holding many of the NNN crew hostage, preventing Admiral Wazu from calling down an orbital strike on the building. Still, the problem is not a major one. Please remain calm, and stay safe. This will be sorted out as quickly as possible. In the meantime, while the network is down, may I recommend turning off your televisions and hollovisions, going outside, and playing a rousing game of murderball? it's good clean fun!" She grins quietly to herself, showing images of the NNN building under seige, and Wazu striking a (semi) heroic pose... using the magic of CGI she playfully inserts a scene of him standing on the corpse of one mishuu while shooting with both guns into the building, marking the scene 'dramaticisation' so that others are aware that it's a joke. Then she transmits, and waits for the echo that would demonstrate that it worked "I... Think that does it" she said to wazu, chewing on her lip "not sure yet"

The transmitted images would be greatly overpowered by the local signal from the NNN tower, preventing them from being heard by the majority of the people in funky city. However through the satellite broadcast the messages would be picked up elsewhere on the planet outside of the NNN tower's range. Wazu, meanwhile, would return to his datapad, making a few more messages before looking back at the reporter. "The marines inside are having some issues I need to deal with directly," He said, "I would like it if you accompanied me to your server room."

"Certainly" she says "Unfortunately local override failed, but the global override worked... If you could get one of your technicians to mess with my bike they might be able to generate an effective counter signal, despite the lack of high power sources. Protect me, please, alright? I'm not so good at this combat part." She fell into step behind him "I'll help you work out the network, and get some good imagery from any fighting we encounter to broadcast. Anyway, I'm ready."

 

[SentientRace]

"Right. Thank you for your consideration... Now then, the scanners indicate the room below us is the server room!" Orion turned to look at the elevators. In a case of emergency, to anyone else it would've seemed like a bad idea to use them. However, Orion was used to the Failover engineering technique used by all Freespacers, and thus observed the elevator without regards to the situation of the building. The odd thing about it, of course, was the odd 'makeshift trap' lying on the floor near the elevators.

Upon further inspection, Orion concluded the elevator was not a safe route to go through. "The elevator doors seem to be wired to an explosive charge. Rudimentally made, from what I can see. All that needs to be done is to remove the taped wire from the door and the pin of the explosive stays inside, thus eliminating the imminent threat of the grenade... but I cannot help but feel that the NMX or whoever placed it here would have thought about something else to ensure the trap would work.

I suggest we take the alternate route. The stairs will take longer, but are definitely safer than the elevator for now. Lead the way, I will follow!"

 

[Zack]

“Stay behind me,” Wazu would instruct as he walked into the lobby of the NNN tower, his shoes crunching on the glass that covered the floor as he headed towards the back of the room through a door that had been freshly kicked in by advancing marines, taking him into the gym with the barricaded area by the elevators. “How are things going?” Wazu asked as he made his way over to the group standing by the elevators. He would spot the dead NMX soldier on the ground and then pause for a moment to take his jacket off and put it over the body.

“We need to get things going here. I do not want to spend all day trying to get to the servers.”

 

[SentientRace]

Orion turned as he heard the familiar voice regard the status of their mission. "Ah! Heram! Are you sure you should be here? It's quite dangerous for a man of your status to be put into a situation where he could potentially get killed!

As for the progress of our mission, I have managed to neutralize an enemy target and am now awaiting the woman warmonger's lead into the server room. Seeing as I am an important factor in the mission I am trying my best to keep myself out of enemy cross hairs. The best way to do this is by letting team mates take the lead and proceed with caution.

Ah, and Heram, I wanted you to tell me what you think of this..." The freespacer robot turned to the elevator doors and pointed at the 'trap' lying there. "...trap right here. It seems it can be easily deactivated... perhaps, too easily. I am weary of it. How could someone pretend to fool a trained soldier with such a simplistic trap? All it takes to deactivate the device is simply releasing the tape from the door and the pin in the grenade will stay in place! Such a very poorly done trap... it seems to me that the purpose of it is deceit: to fool one into thinking it is easily deactivated only to find out there is another hidden mechanism in the works invisible to the naked eye before the trap goes off! It's the only reasonable way for it to be effective, don't you think?"

Then Orion thought about something else. "That is, of course, unless they are hoping someone goes up or down the elevator to this level, and when the door opens kill the people that used the elevator. Then, I suppose, it would be actually quite useful; but that would be assuming someone wouldn't already be on this floor and be attempting to use the elevator from here.

It's perplexing to me. I don't know what to make of it!"

 

[Zack]

“We are stretched thin enough as it is so this is going to remain one of those all hands on deck situations. Besides, I can always be put back together if this body gets killed. No one remains dead very long anymore.”

Wazu would then look at the traps set against the elevator doors. “I agree, it looks like it is meant to catch people coming out of the elevator rather than people going in. They might have booby trapped the other side of the door similarly too. From what I have seen so far this attack is not very high tech, I doubt they have anything invisible on hand and certainly nothing that the thermal cams would miss. Normally I would say we should pull back and let the E-O-D guys take care of this but we are on the clock.”

He would then look over at the Nepleslian marines standing with them. “Well warmonger one and two, lets get going. Take the stairs, Sweep the server room for traps and baddies. We need to get to work.”

 

[Ira]

Lucia remained silent and advanced cautiously on Wazu's orders. She was no fancy computer specialist, but she was ready to kill shit like any other Nepeleslian.

"Damn squids, I figger as big as the universe is we would have encountered better bad guys." She said growling to her self."

 

[SentientRace]

Before following the marine woman, Orion would mention one last thing about the trap on the elevator door. "Agreed. In any case, Heram, we should inform the crew in the Nepleslian News Network Building of the possible traps on elevator doors, to avoid setting them off. Perhaps you could send a memorandum about the subject to all Nepleslian personnel? I honestly don't understand how you could not have a Polysentience for your military forces... it would certainly hasten the process of communications tenfold."

When the marine woman opened the door that lead to the stairs, Orion would turn to her and follow. The door was a bit cramped for his odd body shape, but he'd squeeze through by turning sideways and crossing the door. His third arm over his head bumped against the wall before him and caused him to rotate a little towards the staircase, holding the machinegun with his two arms to adjust to the small space provided.

 

[Zack]

“You are right,” Wazu would reply, sounding a bit upset as he raised his datapad up near his mouth, “Drei, contact all the marine groups in the building. Let them know the elevators are mined then get the nearest EOD unit over here.” He would then turn to Orion as he was moving through the doorway, “Drei serves the function as an information co-ordination system but we still have to give her orders and instructions. A UI to share all combat data hasn’t been designed yet. I also wanted to hook the CC chip downloads into the ploysentience… but that will have to wait till later.” While the conversation was going on Wazu passed along the schematics he was working on to NAM, soon they would be producing cargo containers filled with the life support machinery of the C3 that were designed to be hooked into the cities water and sanitation network to take over for the loss of the various utilities. A message alert would then pop up and Wazu would add, “Drei, have we found any senators yet?”

The inside of the server room itself was start white, two rows of electronics in large rectangular glass cases stretched down the center of the room, leaving a small hallway between them, and between themselves and the walls. Various pieces had been broken off, keyboards, monitors, and some plugs all having been smashed apart leaving the server to continually broadcast the NMX’s message to Nepleslia. One interface did still seem to be intact, a monitor towards the end of the room with a keyboard hidden away in a metal box that had been tapped shut under the monitor inside of the glass case.

 

[SentientRace]

As the hybrot made it down the cumbersome stairs, he would agree with Heram. "Then perhaps that is something we can work on. In the meanwhile, let us continue forward!"

When they got into the server room, Orion would get to the door and then reach the side of it, looking around scanning it for any other heat signatures other than the servers located there. "Hold. I am scanning for life signatures..." While he didn't expect to know more than the marine before him, he had gathered that, thus far, he had been the only one taking in sensor data to clear rooms, and had been quite efficient at it since.

 

[Toshiro]

"Ugh..." Alex gave a light groan, stirring...the woman had long been captured by the Mishhu and used over and over again, like the reporter had been...luckily, the woman had been seen as useful and hadn't been killed....She didn't realize how close she was to being saved, but voices nearby did make her slowly awaken under the goop holding her to the floor...and the tarp which had since fallen over her long since undressed body off of an old chair.

(OOC: The tarp makes it PG-13! XP)

 

[Zack]

The servers in the room were pumping out a lot of heat, making the room extremely warm and full of heat signatures which helped to blind the thermal cameras watching the interior of the building. The ground penetrating radar did fair better, showing the outline of the server room and a few vague bulges on the ground near the servers. One of which a chair that had been knocked over, another was Alex whom was still stuck against the ground, a hard rubbery green material holding her down against the floor towards the rear of the server room.

 

[SentientRace]

Orion instantly reported the found life sign. "There is a woman held to the floor by some odd substance further forward!" He pointed with his left arm, right arm holding the machine gun. There was no need to shoot this time, but he did feel perhaps this was a trap.

"The room seems otherwise devoid of life! Remain careful as we proceed!" The hybrot followed after the marine before him slowly.

 

[Zack]

As the group passed the halon gas tanks near the door they could see into the server room which was filled with two long racks of servers that stretched down the room, forming a small hallway in-between them. Cool air was being blown up through grates in the white floor into the server cases. All of the access ports and wireless receivers had been smashed, leaving only the high bandwidth data lines that serviced the physically connected parts of the Internep and a single box similar to those that had been smashed to break the interfaces inside. This box had been tapped shut, the box’s door remaining slightly open.

“You two,” Wazu said, pointing to the two marines at the front of the group, “Move forward and check the adjacent rooms. Make sure nothing gets into here while we’re working.” He said, letting the two soldiers move forward through the room, keeping a watch out for baddies at they moved forward.

Samantha looked left then right. She noticed the halon gas tank and frowned "They may have been tampered with... halon can knock you out" she cautions "Make sure they don't discharge while I'm working, please" She then headed over to the smashed up servers, frowning "How crude"

The hybrot looked up to the new person that had been added into the group. Quite perplexed, Orion decided to ask Wazu. "Pardon me, Heram... who is this that has joined us?" The hybrot continued aiming the machinegun at the woman tied to the floor, just in case it was a trap or she was rigged with explosives on her insides or something. One should never expect sane tactics from the Misshuvurthyar.

Alex groaned lightly, stuck to the floor and still wet from being submerged in the pool. The chilly server room didn't help matters, the only warmth she had being from the tarp that covered part of her body.

“Well, that access box is clearly trapped.” Wazu said, “There might be others too, based on what we saw by the elevators. Will you be able to fix one of the damaged ones or will we have to try and disarm whatever is in that box?” He then turned to Orion, “She’s one of the reporters that wasn’t in the building when NNN was hit. She knows the servers better than we do and I am hoping she will be able to get things fixed up.” Wazu would kneel by the woman covered by the tarp and pulled out his datapad, sliding the tip under the tarp so the built in camera could see inside, displaying a visual on the screen so he could check for traps, instead finding just a woman who'd been captured and used by the Mishhu....and was still breathing. He'd also see that the tarp was the ONLY modesty the Misshu had afforded her, her clothing long since gone.

---

"Ah. I see." Orion turned to face the woman, then back at Heram. "Was she the reporter that was supposed to interview us regarding our service to Nepleslia? I should have thought out what I would say in the interview... perhaps there is a chance she can do the interview after I have had time to think on what I have to say?" Of course, Orion didn't even think for a second that right now she wasn't going to be interviewing anyone.

"I can interview you later" Samantha said with a nod "Right now, there's some important things to do. You may have as much time to think as you need" She absent mindedly kicks at one of the servers, then presses against the inside of her wrist and pulls a multi tool out from a hidden pocket under her skin. Whistling to herself she starts taking apart one of the servers. "So, I have a trick, I'm going to try. It'll either give me root access to the systems, or fry me alive. Not sure which."

Orion agreed verbally. "Excellent! Thank you for your consideration!" Then he walked around the reporter, and crouched down, his machinegun still absentmindedly pointed at the woman glued to the floor. Orion's cameras were intently watching the process Samantha was going through. "If you are unsuccessful, I would like to have a go at it. It is why I am here, I believe."

The servers were a patchwork of components put together over the last decade and ran fairly well for being a mess of wires and circuit boards. She could get access to the parts of the server, but she lacked an interface to adjust any data.

Samantha searched for the high energy data capacity lines. "Does the girl on the floor need clothing? I can loan her some of mine" she called over her shoulder as she grasped each cable, feeling it's humming in her fingers and using her cybernetic senses to work out if it's the one she's looking for. It she grabbed a power cable instead of a main CPU cable, she was F'ed...

As Samantha searched for the high energy data lines she came across various types of cables, a thick peice of fiber optics, a rectangular power cable, and a series of wide and thin data buses that passed between the various processors and hard drives.

"High capacity data lines..." Samantha sings softly to herself "Feed me the daaata" she unhooks one of the fiber optic cables from the computer, holding it up to her cybernetic eye and letting her cybernetics see the feed. She tries to let her cyborg parts analyze it.

Her eye was blasted with the same message that the servers had been pumping out sense the Mishhu attacked, the repeating news feed about how the NMX and Nepleslia were now allies. Samantha would also find that the server was well fire walled to prevent someone from accessing them from the outside through the external connections.

"Well, at least disconnecting this should stop the message from playing" she mutters "Since it can't reach the transmitter now." She grabs her camera puck out of the air. It protests at the treatment as she opens it up, and plugs it into the feed where the fibre optic cable was going. "Transmit previously recorded message" she orders it. Then she grabs the databus. "Right, step two... fixing the computers. Mr big cyborg person, could you please assist?"

Orion stepped forward. "Very well. Let's see..." Lifting his right arm, the one that was not holding the machine gun, he opened a small hatch on his left shoulder. On the inside of this hatch were several jockeys and cables that could be plugged into external hardware. One of them seemed to come alive, carried by a segmented metal tube that had a series of small metal pincers at the end, which grabbed onto it and extended it outwards. Orion's hand grabbed the small cable and pulled it out further, revealing foot after foot of the desired cable.

"Hacking through whatever firewalls or other preventions the NMX might have used to keep the server out of Nepleslian hands might take a while. I suggest keeping guard while I fulfill this task, as the procedure might be jeopardized if I am disconnected." Orion proceeded to bring the cable down to a small hatch on his lower torso and a few small metal arms came out from the hatch, grabbing onto the cable and proceeding to link it to the plug on the server.

"Hey, wait a moment" Samantha says, pulling a chip out from it's hiding spot behind her ear "These are the passcodes and ways around the firewalls used by the NNN. You'll need them, if the NMX decided to use them to aid their own firewalls. it also contains a full system archetecture map." she hands the chip to Orion "It's just a USB chip, I re-wrote it to have the data for you"

Orion stopped his actions, then turned his full body to look at the reporter. "You should have told me this sooner, but very well." He grabbed the chip, and put it in the hatch where all the jockeys and cables were located. The small metal wire with the digits picked the chip up from his immense synthoid muscle hands and inserted it into a slot designed for such hardware.

Wazu would quickly shout out from where he was sitting, "Orion, Can you tell Drei to inform the marines that there might be hostages in the building."

"Understood." As Orion read through the information in the chip, he sent out a message to Drei via his Polysentience Terminus unit.

From: Orion
To: Drei

Miss Drei, I have been informed by Heram that there may be hostages within the NNN building. Please inform all units assigned to said facility of this. Much appreciated.

The hybrot finished reading through the passcodes and firewall protocols, and handed them all over to the assistant A.I. for it to put them in it's matrix hacking program. Once the hash list was done, Orion plugged into the server, and the A.I. began trying to break through the firewall with all the passwords it had been given by the USB chip.

With the password library provided by Samantha, Orion was able to quickly break through the system's firewall and gain root access to the server's systems.

"I am in the server's systems. I am now reconfiguring." And now it was going to get fun. All that had to be done was to bring up the password program and start making password characters like crazy. Captcha codes, proper names, numbers only, character-map exclusive symbols... new passwords would be created and redistributed across all firewall protocols. Wireless connection would be allowed and re-established. "I will give out the new passcodes to Drei in a moment. Once this is done, the NNN officially has re-established security over it's network. I suppose the Nepleslian military will want to survey the channels before bringing the network back up, but that is entirely up to you, Heram."

"Oh and whatever you do, don't freak with the administraitor's files full of pictures of fuzzy kittens. he says it's the only thing that keeps him off of the whisky" Samantha says to the other cyborg "Ah, I can feel the wireless coming back..." She closes her eyes, and begins to hack her own way into the system through the wireless. "Give me a moment, and I can get a map of the inside of the building and some cameras... could I have the new passwords and protection codes?"

"Noted. Passcodes are:

L3r408j9,sudc,.
Bartholomeiaws49
a033ieu'cnnslder
pp4"0040cz11123
939855502--2334
NJu*884922;04509

I am keeping one passcode to the network administrator account secret, in case we are captured by NMX before we can finish." Orion unplugged the cable from the server and stood up, letting the cable go back up into the hatch on his shoulder, and retrieving his manipulator digit arms on his lower torso back into their hatch.

"Fair enough" Samantha says, using the codes to get access to the internal systems.

(Lets move on to the bottom of the page)

Orion would then receive a message from Drei, "Orion, please inform Wazu that we have located several senators who have survived the detonation."

---

“Are you awake?” Wazu would ask, continuing to check the body, now looking for bruises and other injuries before reaching for her neck so he could try and feel for a pulse.

Wazu did feel a pulse...and Alex stirred and opened her eyes when Wazu felt her pulse. "...C...Careful...Mishhu..." She groaned out, an effort at a warning.

"Relax right now, movement could injure you," Wazu said, "Do you feel pain anywhere?" He asked, letting her keep the tarp over her body as he examined her using the datapad. "And what species are you?"

"I feel a little pain...but that's from being crammed full of tentacles, squeezing out a couple Mishhu and actually drowning a couple times...I think I'll be alright..." Alex said, shuddering slightly. "I've got a Yamataian body from when I was younger, but I'm a Nepleslian citizen..."

"That is good, a Yamataian body should recover automatically from most internal injuries and I do not see any bruises." He would then switch on his datapad's flashlight and point it at her eyes, watching to see if they dilated properly.

Alex' eyes did dialate properly, but she struggled a bit under the tarp. "I'm glued to the floor by my limbs...green goop is holding me down."

Wazu would begin trying to pull the goop off her with little success. He would then go back to his datapad, pulling the cover off of the back of the panel. He then put the panel under his shoe and lifted one side, breaking it at an angle to make a pointy peice of hard plastic. "Ok, try and lift your left arm and I will try to get you free." He said, wedging the peice of material into the goo and cutting into it between her arm and the floor.

Alex used her strength to pull her left arm up two inches, making the goo strain...Yamataian strength wasn't to be underestimated, and his efforts to slice the stretched goop were successful. Her arm popped free, the goop ripping along the cut.

Wazu would move as quickly as he could, moving his hand up her legs, cutting them free from the rubbery goo. "Do not strain too hard, I still have not determined the extent of your injuries." Wazu remined as he continued to work on freeing the girl. "Are you aware of any other survivors?"

"Well...that blonde news anchor should be around somewhere...they were using her for breeding too." Alex said as her leg popped free...she seemed to be in no mortal danger...but that meant the Mishhu might have planned to return for her or something.

Wazu picked up his datapad, planning to relay the information to Drei only to find the batteries had fallen out when he had set it down. "Orion, can you tell Drei to inform the marines that there might be hostages in the building?" He then returned to cutting the woman loose. "What is your name?" He eventually asked as his hands began trying to free her hips.

"Orion's a bit busy at the moment" Samantha said "But if you provide me with her contact channel I can get Cammy to tell Drei that there may be hostages..." Samantha begins to take off her shirt, revealing a rather utilitarian bra underneath.

Heedlessly, however, Orion went through with Heram's orders. "Understood." In little time, the message had been sent.

"I... oh, I see." Samantha says with a blink "I'm sorry, I'm used to being the only toaster in the room"

"Alex Burning. I'm a courier, among other things...I'd delivered a package here and gotten involved in all of this. I actually got drowned a couple times in various...fluids, so you might need to check my lungs out too when you can..." She was cold too, but her body would be able to endure for a while...as long as her lungs were not the worse for wear.

Wazu would stop freeing her body once her legs were free, reaching under the tarp with his hand to feel her stomach. "Do you know if you are carrying a mishhu now?" He asked, trying to check her with his hand.

Samantha handed Alex her shirt "Here" she said simply

"Thanks....err..." Alex took the shard of datapad and cut her remaining arm free, before taking the shirt. She had trouble not exposing herself in the process, but managed. "I don't think I have any more in there, though I'm still a bit sensitive...they already came to term and were delivered." She put on the shirt...which was obviously very tight on her.

Wazu removed his hand from under the tarp and helped finish freeing Alex, looking away from the tightly strained shurt.

Samantha notices Wazu's strain, and rolls her eyes "Funny, you're more riveted by that then by nudity" she teases him.

"Tight clothing is cute," Wazu replied as he reached for his datapad, trying to hold the battery in place while it started up, "And saving the universe dosen't leave a lot of time for chasing tail."

---

As Orion surveyed the network for any outside hacking via his wireless link, a message arrived through the Terminus unit. He was quick to relay it to Heram.

"Heram, I have a message from Drei. Nepleslian personnel have located several senators that survived the explosion."

"Alright, Samantha can you make a message for the masses, something about how we are not working with the mishhu and all good citizens should stay in doors while we fix what is going on? Maybe have Orion talk to them." Wazu would then turn to Orion, "And I need you to ask the ship outside to find a place to set down. We need to use their medbay and get over to the senators as soon as possible."

"Got that covered" Samantha said, putting together a quick second message to complement her first, then ordering Camerabot to transmit it. This message consisted of images of Wazu explaining that "THE MISHHUU ARE LIKE BEES! BEES THAT HAVE MESSED WITH BEARS! FOR WE ARE LIKE BEARS! WE WILL MAKE THEM PAY!" Among other lines. She loved audio re-editing... she then makes sure it's sent to Wazu's datapad for him

"Very well. I will contact Drei." Another text message was sent to Drei's network.

From: Orion
To: Drei

From Heram: Ask the ship outside to find a place to set down. We need to use their medbay and get over to the senators as soon as possible.

Much appreciated.

"Message sent." Orion then proceeded to aim the machinegun to one of the nearby exits. "I believe our job here is done, Heram. I am still using the sensors to check the inside of the facility for any hostiles. The heat signatures from the servers obstruct them considerably, however, so we may have to rely on instinct alone. I am ready to evacuate!"

Alex carefully tied the tarp around her waist, making it look like a long skirt since she lacked any clothing aside from the tight top... "Senators died? What, is the whole damn planet under attack? I have a Ge-T1 at the spaceport if we need it."

"MARINES!" Wazu shouted out to the two that had been sent ahead of their little group, "WE ARE LEAVING, FOLLOW US OUT." He instructed as he turned to Alex, "Things are a mess right now and we are working on it. I also do not think we have time to let you go back to your shuttle." He would put an arm under her shoulders to help her stand and walk as he headed for the exit, "Lets get moving." Finally he would turn to Samantha, "You handled this well and the 4th fleet needs a new embedded reporter. You have the job if you want it....

...Bees?"

"Bees." Samantha responds with a mischievous grin "You need a either a better or a worse speechwriter sir."

 

[Zack]

A few minutes later...

A small woman, standing only around five foot eight, was there to greet the ground group once they had arrived on the starship outside the NNN building. “Welcome aboard the SugarPea Admiral,” She said, smiling and showing off a pristine naval uniform.

“Thank you, we need to use your medbay and to restock on gear.” Wazu replied.

“You are welcome to anything in my room, and we’ll take your injured down to the medbay but it is crowded down there right now. We have some fires to finish putting out here but we’ll have you at the old cathedral in fifteen minutes.”

“Very well, get back to the bridge, I am sure I have used enough of your time.”

Samantha then hugged Wazu as the captain returned to the bridge. "I would be glad to fill the position of attached reporter for you" samantha says "Is there any other position you need me in? Also, I'd like to requisition a new wardrobe, due to the loss of my shirt."

Wazu turned to her, putting one arm around her as he finished giving out orders to the rest of the group. “Lets use a little alone time to get you filled in.” He would then distance himself from her a bit so he could hold out his hand to show her the way toward the captain’s room. “Orion, I need you to take Alex down to the Medbay, and keep an eye on our marines, we will need them once we reach our destination.”

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Medical Bay, NSS SugarPea


The medical bay of the NSS SugarPea was standing room only at the moment. The stark white room was designed to accommodate a handful of injured people or to act as part of a triage center when the ship was landed, not to deal with the excessive amount of bleeding and partially crushed individuals that the EMTs had picked from the rubble. A pair of medics dressed in head to toe blue clean suits were busy working over the individuals who were spread out on the tables where the worst of the injuries were, trying to stabilize or amputate as needed to keep them alive while those less injured were either standing or laying on the floor, in both cases often bleeding all over the white tile.

 

[SentientRace]

The Freespacer arrived at the room while carrying Alex Burning in both arms. On his way there, several people, mostly doctors and nurses, had to walk around him to be able to make it to the Med-bay. In one instance, he had to set Alex down on her feet for a second and flatten his hybrot body against the wall to allow two nurses carrying a stretcher with a dying man on it to pass by.

The medical bay of the NSS SugarPea seemed too small for the amount of people inside. All of the chairs along the wall were full. People were sitting on the floor. Some of them were even being attended to on the floor. Some of them seemed to be even just bleeding to death on the floor.

"This... this is insanity." Orion muttered through his speakers. "Miss... Burning, was it? Would you rather stay on my arms or take a seat on the floor? As my body is made of synthetic muscle, I do not tire of remaining on the same position. I can accommodate you in whichever way you may desire, if you feel uncomfortable after a while.

I just find this to be so overwhelming... and perhaps sitting on the floor where people are openly bleeding onto may not be a good idea."

Honestly, Bodytailor wanted to help, but he had no idea how to. He would open his Polysentience, to read up on doctors and medical bays, and how to properly handle situations like these, but the information he'd be able to access would probably not be very useful to him at the moment. There just wasn't enough time to help these people. They had to make due in a world where everything came to them as if by magic...

"...I wish I could help these people... I feel responsible for them..." The blue neon lines across his hybrot body turned into red neon lines as he remembered his family back at the Jaywalker. All the pain and suffering they must've gone through.

To a Freespacer, who knew everything and could acquire knowledge instantly, it felt intensely frustrating not to be able to do anything about a given situation due to lack of knowledge. And yet here he was, helpless.

 

[Zack]

“Robot!” One of the medics shouted out from next to a patient’s bed, his hands slick with blood as he did something inside the gut of a patient. “Species, Injury, and State of mind?” The medic didn’t even bother to look up, having only caught Orion out of the corner of his eye.

 

[SentientRace]

Orion turned to the medic that had shouted robot. He gathered that there were no other hybrots in the room, and that he had been the newest entry into the medical bay. Perhaps the doctor was talking to him?

"Are you talking to me, bodystitcher? I am not a robot, but my robotic body may have confused you into thinking I am."

The cameras on Orion's body turned to look at Alex, then back at the man.

"Freespacer Type Four, none, overwhelmed and confused."

 

[Zack]

“Cute,” The medic said, sounding annoyed as he pulled out a hypolathe and quickly stitched up the skin on the injured patient once his hands had been removed from their internal organs. “I mean the girl, if she isn’t injured enough to require immediate care then … “ His voice trailed off as he finished with his current patient and moved over to another one laying on the floor, checking his pulse and then adjusting his Hypolathe, “… Then I have more important things to attend to.”

 

[Toshiro]

"Um....Yamataian body/Nepleslian Born and Citizenship...injuries are recently drowned multiple times, raped multiple times, pumped with toxins of some sort, and gave birth to two Mishhu...state of mind...err...I guess I've calmed down a bit. I might not be in immediate danger, but I'm worried about any side effects on my lungs..."

Alex then looked up to Orion. "It may be best if I lean against the wall...both out of the way and you'll be free to do whatever you need Mister...Orion, was it?"

 

[Zack]

The medic pointed to a small green dispensary against the corner of the wall, “MSR-563, 2 tablets, MSPK-5 1 tablet” The medic shouted said before going back to his work. The Dispensary would then produce a pair of small white tablets and a single blue one while the medic explained, “A painkiller and a respiratory steroid. Should repair any damage to your lungs and help your body recover from any injuries you might have.”