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Post by doc on Oct 29, 2008 11:00:16 GMT -5
Kiadan and Balus both approach the Myriak Space Center, a gigantic military base built into one of the mountain ranges that rings Rylor. Balus is checking in with his training officer, and Kiadan is there because she wanted to inspect her new equipment herself. As you arrive, you hear the sonic booms of the Launch Guns: giant mass drivers that propel much of Seeron's new satelitte infrastructure as well as comercial and military personel into orbit to meet with the few space platforms available: Most of them scavenged from the Tarlok.
You are approaching the Microwave perimeter fence. A ring of poles that emit a powerful electric pulse if something untoward tries to cross it. However, today the fence and the gate are obscured by a rally protesting at the front gate; It's the Trinitists: who believe in a "purified" Seeron free of superhumans, aliens, and especially Bio-Freaks. They are a small fringe group, and highly marginalized. There's about two dozen of them, alondg with some of their spouses and children gathered around a young, thin Talus male trying to whip up the crowd.
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Post by jeflint on Oct 29, 2008 19:28:05 GMT -5
Kiadan stopped suddenly the noise of the group breaking her from her work. "Silly flatscans," she muttered to herself. "Don't they realize they'll all be beautiful someday they only have to wait?" Motioning for Balus to move forward she settles on his shoulder. "Be silent and do not speak to me," she hisses.
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Post by dakota on Oct 30, 2008 1:07:34 GMT -5
Balus was suprised by the protest, and did as Kiadan told him. Not because the scientist held rank over him, but merely because he figured it was the best way to bypass the crowd. He couldn't help but look at them while forcing himself not to make a fuss over being used for a perch.
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Post by doc on Oct 30, 2008 21:24:16 GMT -5
The two of you manage to shoulder your way past the protest and through the gate, getting ID badges on the way. You report to the quartermaster, a Blue Human with 7 inch-long horns protruding from his forehead and 6 arms clattering away at various keyboards. He looks up at you.
"Ah, Dr. Kiadan and Specialist Walkir. Nice to meet you. One second. " He brings up your files on to two separate screens. "Dr. Kiadan, you'll need to report to Tailoring on Sub-Level 7, section C, to be fitted for a suit. Same with you Specialist." He furrows his brow as he looks at Balus's files. "Hmm...after that Specialist, you should go see Sgt. Predam up on the training Level at the top to start on your Zero-G and EVA basic training. " He raises his eyebrow. "Says here your side arm is a TarTri and your flight gear is a T-48? Yeesh, I mean, I guess it fits with a guy your size and your profile that you were issued repurposed Tarlok gear, but that's Stone Age stuff now. Bring in that crap tomorrow and I'll get you set with a Seer-25 and an X-20 pack." He leans in and winks conspiratorially. "Bring me something real nice and I'll get you on the list for X-50 trials. The test pilot they've got for the standard model is a real hotdog and it's gonna be a mean flight; check it out, and then imagine yourself in the supersized version."
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Post by dakota on Oct 30, 2008 23:39:14 GMT -5
Balus shrugged at the comment about the weapon he was issued. " I don't intend on using my weapon if I can help anyways, sir. but'i'll keep your offer in mind." He replied, then looked at his companion. " ready to go, doctor?"
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Post by jeflint on Oct 31, 2008 5:22:57 GMT -5
"Tailor? Me?" Kiadan asks incredulously looking at her lab coat. "I am fine as is," she stats in a superior tone taking wing again. "Show me to my lab and I will begin working immediately."
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Post by doc on Oct 31, 2008 9:40:55 GMT -5
The Quartermaster simply sigh. "Doctor, it's for a space suit. Unless you are capable of surviving an emergency depressurization and the venting of all atmosphere, I suggest you go for a fitting."
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Post by dakota on Oct 31, 2008 15:17:38 GMT -5
" Doc, your lab coat won't stand up in a vacuum very well." Balus pointed out. " I'm sure they'll let you get to your lab once you get your suit."
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Post by jeflint on Oct 31, 2008 21:24:43 GMT -5
"Given enough time and continued application to the effects of space on a being I am confident that my brilliance will render space suits pointless," she says triumphantly as she beings flitting off in the general direction, no longer paying attention to those who would thwart her brilliance with their statements of laws and what must be obeyed. "Silly fools, only I know that the laws of science are those applied by man! A true genius is not stopped by their petty abilities," she says with a laugh only heard from the most insane or delirious.
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Post by dakota on Nov 1, 2008 4:42:33 GMT -5
Balus looked at the quartermaster and shrugged, " Hope shes as smart as she thinks she is." He went to a lift station and boarded it, keying sub level seven.
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Post by doc on Nov 1, 2008 18:03:33 GMT -5
(Kiadan)
Flying around, but without any idea where you were supposed to go, you get lost in the hallways.
(Balus)
You enter a room where there are two Seerman and a human in lab coats. "Strip to your civies, Specialist." The human says.
The Seerman. "Says on your file you have an energy projection ability? Is that ocular, dextral, or other emission point?"
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Post by jeflint on Nov 2, 2008 7:23:22 GMT -5
Kiadan stops after several minutes of flying and looks around baffled. "Why have they hidden my lab?" She asks herself after a moment. Seconds tick by while she calculates what she she do. Turning she attempts to find a directory of information, or a person whom will soon become a directory of information for her purposes.
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Post by dakota on Nov 2, 2008 7:55:13 GMT -5
Balus started to remove his clothes, then looked at the Seerman speaking to him. " I have know idea what any of that is," he shrugged, puzzle," I just know that if I have to, I can shoot energy blasts out of my hands."
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Post by doc on Nov 2, 2008 10:52:09 GMT -5
(Kiadan)
You arrive back at the Quartermaster's desk. "Yes, Doctor?"
(Balus)
"Dextral then. " The Seerman checks off a note on his clipboard. "Specialist, step onto the grid there, and fire your energy blasts from each hand, several times at the target on that wall." He points to a section of the floor with various gridlines and a large conical dish mounted on the far wall. "We'll just be getting your weight and measurements, as well as wavelength, frequency, and energy output data on your blasts so we can make a pair of gloves that will allow you to use your abilities without compromising suit integrity. You're an invulnerable, right?"
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Post by dakota on Nov 3, 2008 5:23:39 GMT -5
Balus did as he was told and aimed at the target, unleashing a energy blast from each hand and then one from both ( to strike = 12, 7, 16). He looked at the speaker," I think so. Haven't found much that can hurt me yet."
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