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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 18:35:16 GMT -5
The arid land of sand and son, minus the water to make a perfect beach. Reaching an excess of over 100 degrees Fahrenheit daily, it continually stinks of rotting meat. Zombies continually roam around this area looking for food no matter how much of their skin boils and falls off. But, that hasn’t stopped them from being deadly. Watch out.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Oct 31, 2010 10:54:32 GMT -5
The beaten track had been left a while ago. Aya asked her two wandering companions to trust her after taking the lead to head into unmarked desertscape. They both kindof-sortof knew they were rendezvousing with some drop off, or at least Tyson knew it was a drop off. 'Where' and 'what time' was something left vague. Aya argued that they had nothing better to do anyway; she had slowed her speed regardless, "We'd definitely hear them well before they came into range," she leaned casually on the tank of the Luna as it rolled over dirt and rock, smartphone in her hand to keep a close eye on their position.
Accuracy wasn't anywhere near important in situations like these, but she started making S-forms to grind the process even more, "Almost there," she tapped the screen again to wake it from blacklight. As the seconds of latitude grew closer to zero the faint beating of air began to meet the girl's ears, edging to a halt. Aya pulled down her hood, turning to see the chopper drawing in to their location; the grey whirlybird against the dry blue sky pulling with it what certainly looked like a silver bullet to normal eyes from this distance.
<Air Gully calling to whoever's on the ground. I sure hope you're the lot who ordered this package.>
Putting her hand to her ear, "Copy that, Gully. We're the recipients. Go ahead and drop the package," Aya shut off the Luna.
The massive Skycrane drew overhead, Aya pulled her hood around her mouth to mask the stirring dust as she approach the silver bullet slowly lowering to the ground. As soon as the rails made touchdown she got to work on disconnecting hooks all the way down the side of the trailer. Once free she backpedaled until the pilot could see her, signaling 'OK'. Instantly the Skycrane started building altitude.
<You'll have to excuse if we don't stay for lunch. There's developments back home, and we've got a long flight ahead of us.>
"Anything I should be made aware of?" Aya asked, feeling slight responsibility.
<Don't know the full story. Just that all pilots have been ordered back in. Probably moving HQ from the sound of things... fer whatever reasons.>
Nodding, "Thanks for the drop," giving one last wave, and the chopper peeled back across the sky in the direction it came. Aya gave it a little longer, letting the dust settle completely and the sound whittle to a drone. The serenity after a chopper arrival always felt absurd to her.
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Post by .Merios on Nov 2, 2010 10:30:23 GMT -5
Matthew trusted Aya- it's not that she was going to lead them wrong, it's just that from time to time, it was a matter of self-preservation. Going into the desert on half a tank of gas? Sure, he'd be able to get out, but they would have to make a pit stop on the way to the next location due to the sh*tty MPG the Impala got. He slowed down a bit, seeing as he was directly behind Aya this time and she was swerving like a drunk. He didn't quite notice at first why, but he came to realize she was moving her mouth and pressing away on a small device in her hands. He shrugged, it wasn't like there were police to catch her texting while driving anyway.
As she spoke, he could hear her voice crackle from the radio on the seat next to him. He reached over to it and brought it on his lap, moving his right hand over to turn down the Foghat blaring out of the speakers. He lifted it up and turned the dial on the volume, setting it down on the dash as she pulled over. He did the same, pulling to the right of her and stopping, throwing the car in park and switching off the engine. He was still a few car lengths away from her, so the radio was still a necessity. He reached between his legs beneath his seat with his left hand to grasp a lever. He pulled it and the seat snapped back a few degrees. He leaned back on the seat, relaxing as he listened to the conversation they were having on the secure connection.
Aya stepped off the bike and started to the large bullet trailer that the chopper dropped, unhinging the hooks and the straps on either side. He made no attempt to help. He turned to the right and reached behind him, fishing around in the back seat for a moment before producing a bottle of water. Warm, as always. He slid back into his seat and reached down, pulling the lever again and bringing the seat back up to it's correct angle. He opened the door with a metallic groan and stepped out, reaching in with his free left hand to grab the radio. He stepped a few more feet out into the desert, coughing as a plume of dust settled in his lungs. His eyes had to adjust- it was as if walking out of a cave.
He kicked the door back shut and clipped the radio on his belt, bringing the bottle of water to his lips and attempting to take a drink- he failed, seeing as the cap was still on. With an embarrassed sigh, he quickly unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, twisting the cap back on haphazardly and pulling his scarf over his mouth and nose tightly, making his way over to Aya. All his weaponry was still in the trunk of the Impala and he had a feeling he was alright without it.
"'Ey!," he shouted, waving the water bottle a bit, "We drove all the way out here for that?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 7, 2010 4:03:11 GMT -5
"Not my fault you're underwhelmed," Aya replied, walking back over to her bike, "I mean, I don't know what you were expecting," she shrugged hard before untying the box holding the EBR on the tail of the Luna and hoisting it over her shoulder in a very blue collar fashion, "C'mon. We'll get everything prepped up for the surgery. The sooner we get started the earlier we can head out in the morning," wrapping her hand around a lever at the entrance end of the trailer and pulling it, the collapsed stairs stretched out digging into the dirt.
If any impressions were to be made, they had to be left until stepping inside the silver bullet. It was like the scenario: if you had woken up in the trailer without knowing where you were, you'd be fairly convinced you resided in some hospital room. Flicking the fluorescent tubes on, artificial light bathing sheen surfaces, a few things gave away that it was much more than your typical medical ward. The two mechanical arms tucked to each side of the walls for one; down the back end of the room was a quarantine box with its bulky black gloves poking inside; several glass wall cabinets held tools and ingredients which didn't particularly appear hospital friendly.
To the right hand side of the entrance fixed to the wall featured an LCD screen, dark with a single yellow strobe light. Aya thumbed the stand-by button bringing the screen to life, navigating the menu and activating some air circulation in the platform. She breathed cool air in through her nose, "That's better," keeping the temperature on the display set to 'pleasant'.
Sitting on the prep bench at the centre of the room were a number of metallic crates; Aya bounced over to them putting the EBR case down on an adjacent bench, "Early Christmas," she checked the labels on her gifts, lifting them one by one off the work space and tucking them into storage areas; all except the box full of Titanium, keeping that one high and dry.
The little engineer cleared the work bench entirely and patted it with her open hand, "Take a seat. I'll need to get a scan of all your augments so I can get a good 1:1 lock on the right scale for casting your caps, knuckles and implants," Aya turned to a side bench opening one of the ceiling cabinets pulling out a notebook PC. The thin, white pad was set down, a cable pulled from one side plugged into a network point in the wall and Aya lifted the screen up, booting the system, "And, ah, you have scientific experience, right?" she asked, candid, "Anything in there deal with casting or micro mechanics? A second set of hands would make this go way faster if not far easier," she looked over her shoulder before back towards Matt, "Can't really count on Ty to help me out with that,"
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Post by Mikey on Nov 7, 2010 4:41:25 GMT -5
Middle of the desert. Bum f**k nowhere, as close as you could get in America. As soon as Aya slowed down, Tyson did the same. Taking his foot off the gas and letting the vehicle go at about five miles per hour, swerving to the side to clear the zigzagging Luna as Aya pulled out her phone. They had to be close to the drop zone now, if not in it.
Helicopter blades in the distance sounded off. Now he knew they were in the right place. He heard Aya’s end of the conversation, worried something may be wrong. But, she seemed to shrug it off and thanked the crew for the lab. He stayed out of her way when she was entrapping it, didn’t think he’d be able to offer much help if he hobbled from side to side. The sand was hard to walk in with a broken leg. She was better off on her own for this little chore.
Unpacked, the Skycrane was away and they were left in the middle of the desert with a trailer. All they needed was a few junked cars and a pit bull on a chain, and they could disguise themselves as rednecks.
They stepped inside, the comment from Matt being disproved when the interior came into view. It could be her house. Just like her, an unassuming exterior hiding something extraordinary and more complicated than it needed to be.
Before it was ever said, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do much. He couldn’t identify most of the stuff in here. He knew the bed was a bed, he knew the computers were computers, the tables were tables. The tools in the cabinets didn’t look familiar, the cases held items and materials he probably wouldn’t be able to identify. Instead, he went to wandering and checking it out.
He’d never been in one of these things. Even though the company that had employed him for some time owned and built them. He stopped in his tracks when he saw something that looked like a refrigerator for medical samples. Either converted or used for a different purpose, he opened it up and pulled out a bottle of water. It felt frozen against his hand, still warm from the desert air.
Twisting off the cap, he took a drink and dumped a bit over the top of his head. Sighing and wiping it down the back of his skull and onto his neck, he rubbed it in before wiping his hand on the side of his pants. He looked to the others. They seemed to be dealing with the heat pretty well. Whatever it was that made them super? Or just the fact that they were both smaller? Who knew.
“Hey, I can hand you stuff.” He said in a mock defensive tone when she said he wouldn’t be much help. “If you, you know, explain what it looks like…” He said, trailing off.
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Post by .Merios on Nov 7, 2010 12:58:09 GMT -5
He stepped into the trailer, tossing the water bottle into the sand. The first step inside allowed him to take in the environment, moving his left hand behind him and shutting the door. He saw the table as well as the computers and the large array of different medical utensils and ingredients. He gave a sigh, moving over to the bed and taking a seat, pulling himself back a bit to let his legs dangle off the side. He looked over at Tyson as Aya spoke, watching him dump his water bottle over his head and seeing the small puddle of brown form at his feet in an otherwise sterile environment.
"And, ah, you have scientific experience, right? Anything in there deal with casting or micro mechanics? A second set of hands would make this go way faster if not far easier."
He saw that she also looked over at Tyson, giving out a quip about his lack of experience in the department. Matthew sighed once more, looking over at the items she was referring to.
"Well... " He glanced over at Tyson, then back to Aya, "Not casting, no. I've got a little experience in Micro Mechanics, but not a lot."
He pulled the scarf away from his neck, dropping it to the floor and kicking it underneath the bed.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 8, 2010 3:39:11 GMT -5
"It's better than nothing," Aya shrugged while tapping at keys. She turned back to the table, "Lie down," putting a hand to Matthew's shoulder, "It'll be a little claustrophobic so I hope you don't mind tight spaces," she added before reaching up to a thick extrusion from the ceiling and pulling on it. The plate released slowly lowering on its pistons, a clump of cords ran from the top of it back into the ceiling, "It gets pretty bright, too. So feel free to close your eyes," Aya turned back to the notebook once the plate had come to a full stop.
A few more prompts and the x-ray was activated. Aya didn't waste any time looking for suggestions of the implants origins, rotating the simulated images, zooming in and out. Spotting a fragment of a barcode, a couple of numbers here and there, "Hey Matt. Did you spend any time abroad at all when you were held captive?" Aya asked while working on isolating a piece of the inner ear model and speeding up its scanning process, weeding out a clear Chinese symbol; lengthening the scan area revealed an entire column of symbols.
"I've got some Mandarin Chinese on the inside of one of the cases," looking over to Tyson in case he had picked up the language while they were apart. Once the kneecaps and knuckle scans were finished Aya reset parametres to get some detail on Matthew's corneas, "Huh, looks like the augs in your eyes didn't fuse up like they were supposed to. Bloody amateurs," commenting while checking the implants' offset, "The nuance is probably doing more harm than good. Could be stopping any natural advances with the chemistry of your eyes,"
The plate began to retreat back into the ceiling, the blinding light gradually fading off, "Okay. That's the boring part over. Tyson, could you grab a couple of big blocks of Titanium from the crate for me?" pointing towards where she had left the box of resources, "And Matt-" Aya picked out the attache case holding the fiber optics, node pins and equipment left for them, "You can measure up and cut the optics," handing the case to him, "Everything you need's in there. Hook up another notebook to the intranet to get the info on the scans,"
Moving further down the trailer herself, Aya booted the controls on another piece of hardware. A clear box, about a cubic metre in size, stood out slightly from the wall of the trailer. Multiple small robotic arms held in suspension inside the box moved about as Aya tested the controls, "Oh, while I'm at it, you got your mask on you?" Aya asked Mr.Big before she would have the opportunity to forget.
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Post by Mikey on Nov 11, 2010 9:23:02 GMT -5
“Roger that.” Tyson said offhandedly, walking to the case she left out in the open and flicking the locks open. He opened it up to see the not quite shiny, not quite dull hue of the blocks of titanium. He lifted out a block that was the same size and dimensions as the ones they machined other metals into to transport them. The most famous being gold. Feeling how light it was compared to a block of steel of the same size, he picked out one more and brought them over to Aya.
Resting them on the table as he took a look at what she was pointing out, eyeing it for a moment and shrugging.
“Sorry. I got some Arabic and Spanish under my belt, nothing Oriental.” He said. The exchanged made him think of Japan, how the last time they’d been there he had to have her translate a bag of what he thought were chips. Who knew Sea Cucumber Ovaries could be so tasty?
She gave Matt some fabrication to do, and called him over to another machine. While he was trying to figure out what it did, she asked for his mask.
Patting his side, he found it hanging on his belt by its straps. Instead of put it away in his box, he’d just hung it there and went on his merry little way. Pulling it from his side and holding it up for Aya, he wondered exactly what she was going to do. But, he’d find out soon enough, and it would probably take from the experience if she explained it all beforehand.
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Post by .Merios on Nov 11, 2010 15:16:13 GMT -5
Matthew swung off the table, not responding to her question about traveling abroad. He'd been everywhere- except China. He slid off the table, clicking his tongue a little bit as he felt a metallic taste flood his taste buds. Side effect of the Gamma radiation. To this day, he never really understood why no one else felt that when they received X-Rays; normalcy is a far cry for someone like him, he guessed. He looked to the Attache case she nonchalantly handed him. He quickly grabbed it before she turned away to do something else, almost dropping it. He took a quick glance around the room, moving to a nearby table and setting the case down and scanning the trailer for another notebook.
"The men who installed half this sh!t were amateurs. The damn things were aftermarket set pieces broken up by contraband runners in Guam. Hell, I don't even know what's Umbrella and what's not anymore."
He turned and walked near Tyson, giving him a shoulder nudge to push him out of the way as he grabbed a nearby notebook that he was close to leaning on. Matthew turned around and headed back to the small makeshift workplace, looking around for something to sit on before he started his work. After a few seconds of looking, he found what looked like a few cases of medical supplies stacked on top of one another. With a loud scraping noise that echoed like nails on a chalkboard, Matthew dragged the boxes over to his work area painfully slow, drowning out any voices within the metal tomb. He finally let it rest, giving out a sigh as he plopped down.
"So. Tyson," Matthew said, fumbling with the Attache case a few seconds before a satisfying click unhinged the top, "you said that yourself and Aya were in Dragonfly?"
He stared at the items inside before taking a deep breath, pulling the notebook next to him and withdrawing a few key items from within the foam exterior of the case. He set them on the pristine metal desk and set the case to the side. Opening the notebook's screen, he pressed a key and it flickered to life. Matthew looked up from the screen and found a dangling Cat5 cord behind the desk. He reached up with his left hand and tugged on it a bit, giving him a little slack as he slid it down and plugged it into the Ethernet port in the back of the notebook. Within a few seconds, he began sifting through files on the notebook, opening up a local network with Aya's own and collecting the scans from his optics.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 12, 2010 7:54:14 GMT -5
Metal supported the box, holding it up to just beneath chest height. A hatch on the front opened making it appear like some postmodern furnace, "Thanks," Aya acknowledged while taking to blocks of titanium from Tyson, kneeling down and fitting them into the furnace. She pulled her head out after hearing Matthews muffled voice on the audacious ignorance of the engineers, "Eh, considering liability of top secret nature..." she started, giving a thumbs up as she took Tyson's mask and shuffling on her knees to where the EBR case rested, "It's likely what they intended. Nothing better than a ruse to lead to a dead end. You take 20 parts from 20 manufacturers and it creates stress for anyone investigating," poking her head over the bench, "Still. Should be able to find something,"
Opening the case on her knees; to one end Aya had tucked in some roughly refined Inertium, looking sort of like a moon stone, that she was holding onto for implementing onto Tyson's mask, "I'll only be applying a thin coat onto your mask rather than casting a whole one. There won't be any lack of performance of course; it's not like you're missing out on anything with the drop of a couple hundred tesla's," sliding back over to the furnace and placing the two objects on their own pedestals, closing the lid and sealing it tight.
All the items were pushed up into the clear box on separate platforms. Great thing about the furnace mechanism was its ability to multitask; Aya could work on several objects at once. One half was taken up with the new element being smelted across Tyson's mask, the other had two of the arms diamond cutting the blocks into smaller pieces; a harsh red laser sawed off corners isolating it for further casting. The pieces were going to get very small, Aya couldn't even begin to exaggerate on that, and a fair amount of patience would be required to get everything clean cut and the right scale.
Hearing Matt say the word umbrella brought memory of his iris malfunction, or the logo she had witnessed. It wasn't impossible for hunches to go a long way where she stood as a scientist, preferring to call them theories of course. They hadn't really discussed the topic of his still active microchip; it might have had something to do with how dangerous it could potentially be. If there was communication between the microchip and cornea though, it was possible information would be cached somewhere in the implant. Even if the x-ray didn't pick up anything virtually there was still the chance of visual storage, the alignment of lines resulting in a numeric value which further held something else; prompts, parametres or signatures in the least.
Firing up a piece of analyzing software, something some programmer somewhere in the world could be proud of, the render was split into filters and layers while the program went over every fragment of information. A bunch of presets were loaded into the software, things to lookout for, like a database of potential codes; anything from a recurring line pattern to the golden ratio or rule of thirds. It wouldn't hurt to search even if it was a dead end. Which evidently weeded the pessimist out of Aya. If something were hidden it wasn't impossible for it to be a virus.
Yanking the network cable free of the notebook and looking at it a little in resent. All the info they needed from her PC was elsewhere anyway; and if the laptop did catch a cold, "Not my problem," Aya mumbled. She would probably get some bad rap from the IT crowd about it.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Nov 12, 2010 15:33:26 GMT -5
[OoC: Hey i was wondering if i could jump into this one?, i dont really remember where i left off at, So would it mattered if i randomly appeared? lol]
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Post by .Merios on Nov 12, 2010 19:38:19 GMT -5
((Well this rp is really isolated and localized in story/chapter format. If you can keep up with our posts in detail and length, talk to Miles about it and choose an appropriate character. ))
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 13, 2010 6:36:33 GMT -5
[OoC: Uh, c'mon. You guys have just as much right as I do to make decisions in this RP. No need to leave it up to me.
But anyway, SSAlot, this RP is relatively hardcore. All of the characters have a developed history together and drop in/drop out is really an option for it. If you want some suggestions there's an open RP in the ABRAM labs in the Ocean board which Jazz is usually looking for members for, and there's some stuff going on Uptown; just make sure you ask first. Or you can make a thread in the Meeting Grounds in the Character Groups board.]
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Post by Mikey on Nov 15, 2010 12:14:06 GMT -5
Tyson handed off all the materials Aya asked for, standing close for a moment and looking over her shoulder as she loaded the machine and tried to get a handle on how it worked. So far, pretty easy. Reminded him of any old fabrication machine, toss in the material and watch it cut. But, whereas most cut steel with a high powered jet of water, a feat that was quite interesting in itself. This one used a laser. Tyson had never been sure of the realism of laser cutters, but apparently they were real.
She explained what she was going to do to the mask, and he nodded slightly. Sounded good. He didn’t need the kind of protection she had demonstrated in the basement of the gas station. And he had a feeling that a few hundred tesla’s was a low number compared to how many remained in the piece of metal.
He turned his head quickly and looked back to Matt when he asked about Dragonfly, turning back to watch the machine cut out the pieces.
“Ya.” He said simply. He wasn’t hearing any other question.
He watched the machine cut the pieces of titanium into smaller and smaller pieces, Tyson silently wondering what exactly they did. He was still fuzzy on what they were for, besides Matt’s surgery. But where was Aya going to put them?
“All right, pieces cutting, what now?” He asked her. “Open him up and play enee-meeny-miney-moe for what pieces to take out?” He joked.
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Post by .Merios on Nov 17, 2010 16:08:26 GMT -5
“All right, pieces cutting, what now?”Tyson spoke out after answering his question simply.“Open him up and play enee-meeny-miney-moe for what pieces to take out?
Matthew flinched, bringing the serrated cutting tool up so as to not damage the optic he was currently working on. He looked up and over his shoulder for a moment, glaring at Tyson before turning back to his work, taking the soldering iron and putting the finishing touches on the machine that would be drilled into his cornea. He sighed, setting his tools down and picking up the small velvet box with the optics in it and set it aside, taking a long look at it. It was almost unbelievable that these things were already inside of him. The instructions were easy enough to put it all together without a hitch, but he wasn't so sure Aya had the skill not to tear him up.
"Have.. Have you done this before, Aya?"
He spun around on his box, turning to face her. He watched the machine in the corner churn out some sort of item that he wasn't familiar with.
"This.. Isn't looking great. I mean, odds are I'll be fine... But I've got lots of moving parts, hon."
He stood up, looking over at Tyson, "You might want to scrub up, man. It's gonna get bloody in a little bit and I'd rather not find a 556 case in my kneecap."
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