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Post by ThRevanchist on Feb 11, 2017 20:15:01 GMT
Now that the crisis had been averted, Ulrich was unsure what exactly he should do next. The medical teams were going to tend to Rosewood and the others, and security... would do what security did. Hugh had suggested returning to the habitat enclosure, and while Ulrich was curious what the Pokemon thought of that encounter, he was opposed to returning there on-command, as it were. It would set a bad precedent.
Instead, he decided taking stock of the damage was in order. They would have precious few chances (likely only this one, really) to see the extent of their vessels' capabilities before making planetfall, so an understanding of just how formidable the likes of Vorp and Gunshow had been were crucial. Never mind the fact that a medical examination was more in line with Jacob's expertise, the young Researcher was... busy.
So, it fell to Ulrich to bear witness to the destruction their specimens could cause. Of course, once he had properly surveyed the carnage, he would return to the enclosure.
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Post by Mineral on Feb 13, 2017 12:46:42 GMT
Jacob was indeed busy. The moment the carnage had subsided he'd jumped off and away to Vorp, catching him just in time before he'd started to devour one of the cult frenzied monsters. Now that they had fought together properly, the training they had gone through together snapped the pokemon at the side of his partner. They had to keep an eye on things.
With the Medical teams on the scene, Jacob all but takes charge of them all, directing them to priority cases that had met with blades instead of just fists, and what he could only call 'chemical burns' from the projectile Vorp had all but announced the end of the conflict with. Keeping Vorp close to his side, he couldn't stop the dragon from licking up the blood splattered on the floor in many places, only stepping in when he got nippy. Finally, after he was confident there'd be no or few casualties, he saw Hugh stalking towards the truck and hopped off with his dragon, walking back up to him. It was clear now that the thinner male was hiding a predatory instinct in his flawless skin, from how much he seemed unphased ordering dragon rent carnage.
"With Professor Rosewood injured and Professor Ulrich in-engine, I'm taking charge for a few hours, Hugh. I need security to go dismantle the weapon in the stands and impound it, and recover the pokeballs it was shooting at my partner. I need one for research, the rest should be impounded or destroyed. I want the operator of the weapon's head on a fucking platter, but that can wait. We got no shortage of witnesses. But until then? You did good. Really good. Your suit is barely ruffled, I told you I trusted the tailor. We'll react quicker next time, in closing the truck before they get to it." Jacob had ordered it closed and locked, but it hadn't panned out.
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Post by Robot on Feb 16, 2017 2:59:44 GMT
Gunshow flexed for the mighty Hugh on appraisal, proud that most of his truck had gone unharmed. Vorp needed no protecting and so none was given, little Jacob was sadly not so lucky. The well muscled humanshape Pokemon admired the man's injuries with a slightly disgruntled expression. "Choke." Said the Gunshow.
Rosebud shook his head in response to Three's question, looking very worn. "It takes a great deal out of me to do that... once, maybe twice a day, and I'm practically spent for the rest of it. It's on the same scale of power as the sandstorm Vorp created. Though he may not show it, he's likely just as winded. Or will be, when the adrenaline wears off." With a little sigh, the Bulbasaur settled onto the grass beneath it. "I'm going to rest a little... I know this meeting is really important... but I haven't had that much exercise in a very long time.
Ulrich is spared no shortage of carnage, which fills him with a strange macabre glee. There's a tickle in the back of his mind somewhere, an impulse. It's certainly a shame none of them died, that would've been a real sight. Lacerations from Vorp's sandstorm, burns from whatever manner of strange fires the dragon and Ulrich himself manifested. Gouges and rends from fangs and claws. So much blood... so many fallen. Such a waste.
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Post by DataNinja on Feb 16, 2017 4:26:22 GMT
Evan files that information away. Definitely a reason as to why they'd never seen it before. "Well," he says, "I'm sure you can rest. I highly doubt that they'll be asking you any questions." He gives what he hopes is a reassuring look. Hard to tell with this body and ridiculously proportioned eyes and mouth. "I'm sure there'll be a lot of talk and whatever focussing on those in charge. So, resting sounds like a good plan to me." He finds the darkest nook he can, before nestling in and closing his eyes, relishing in the darkness for however long before something disturbs him. Because something always does.
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Post by birdy51 on Feb 16, 2017 13:19:11 GMT
"Beef." Intones the Hugh. It was a simple word, one that conveyed his private pride that the enclosure was not altogether wrecked. It was pride that said Gunshow's efforts had done quite well for him today. Hugh was therefore content. His gaze went to the strangely assertive Jacob unfazed. He places his hands upon the small fellow as if to calm the raging beast within with the raging, but curiously content beast that existed in Hugh.
"Calm. Yes suit is good. Not as good as Hugh, but good. But you speak too much. You'll wish to talk to the fury-eyed constable on the other truck. Red head. Built like compact tiger. She is the ranking officer on the field now. If you want to get the little toy they apparently shot at you, you'll want to talk to her before Research and Development gets their grubby hands on it."
As for the suspect, Hugh left out what they would do to him. O-ho. They would find him. And they would make him sing, like bird...
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Post by ThRevanchist on Feb 18, 2017 2:04:43 GMT
Reluctantly, Ulrich eventually parted from the battlefield. There were still many injured to observe, but it was clear by this point that for all their destructive power... they hadn't been allowed to let loose. Even Vorp, styling himself a king, hadn't wrought the proper punishment upon these rebels! So much for that... And no doubt that muscle-bound Gunshow would say something about 'holding back for the weak humans'Once he returned to the terrarium, though, he was disappointed yet again. Evan was nowhere in sight; would it have been that much to ask for him to interview and assess the specimens while he was busy? He might not have been an actual researcher, but it would have been nice to see him going above the absolute minimum required. Even so, with Rosebud taking a well-deserved rest, and neither of the larger specimens available for analysis, conferring with Three and his Operator was as good a use of time as any... Perhaps he could even try that 'positive encouragement' thing, and see if the engineer was motivated to as-yet-unprecedented levels of productivity! But it wouldn't do to get ahead of himself. First he would need to find the layabout... Just in case, Perception to sniff out Evan: 4J_iwfXM2d6 2d6
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Post by Robot on Feb 22, 2017 13:03:17 GMT
Much to Ulrich's chagrin, Evan manages to go above and beyond in the one category that the scientist ever gave him credit for; shirking work. Despite Ulrich the Second's impressive suite of physics defying capabilities and the limited space of the habitat truck, the Dunsparce seems to have just vanished entirely. Rosebud rests quietly at the edge of the little pond, soaking up the natural sunlight. Vorp languidly returns to the truck and settles with a degree of smug satisfaction that would be infuriating if the dragon hadn't just torn through so many humans. Gunshow goes through a series of stretches, as any good fan of calisthenics would know to after a workout!
Jacob, having checked in on Rosewood's condition, opts to call off the appearance. In a stunning, sweeping political move, the youngest researcher of the team moves the meeting to the following day. With only security remaining to view the fruits of the team's success, all the pomp and circumstance that the lab crew had endured to appear before the public had been moot. Levying 'security concerns' as the reasoning has many within Hugh's circles angry.
The Pokeballs fired are recovered, one is taken to a government laboratory, and the other submitted to the Project Carnate team. Statements are taken. The rest of the afternoon is a busy, stressful affair of noise and paperwork. The Pokemon get little space with the area swarming with security personnel. Even Three and Ulrich, who are well and used to humans are a bit unsettled with it all.
At last the evening settles in. Ulrich and Evan can disengage from the engine, Rosewood and Bill are both resting comfortably in their quarters, and Hugh is as 'off duty' as security gets. The high council is due to the complex at 1100 sharp the following day.
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Post by birdy51 on Feb 22, 2017 14:30:41 GMT
"I want vigilance." Hugh growls into his communicator, as he walks his nth stretch of hallway. The big man was tired, and taking it out on Ace. He didn't want the lay about to get lazy on the job like usual. Not after what had happened earlier. But he was no doubt getting tired. Exhaustion was getting to him, and for once he knew it.
Hugh sighs, punching his thumb deep into the face of the horrified communication symbol. "I need my rest. But if anyone sneaks in during the night, and you do not alert me, I will have your head."
Release. End conversation. Hugh tears the earbud out before anyone could respond to him. He wipes his strong, musclebound hands across his face and sighs. Goodness, how old he felt! Being a guard was tough work, trying to keep up this glorious physique. How long had it been since he had gotten into a proper fight? Two, five years ago? Must have been during the gene bath riots.
How long ago.
He plunged his thumb into the DNA lock. It registered immediately, as well it should. It knew better than to defy Hugh. The doors retreated sideways, and the big man plunged into the darkness of the security dormatories. No festivities greeted him tonight. Just silence.
Next time. He prayed there might be a next time.
For now, he lumbered forward and collapsed onto his bed with a punishing Body Slam. Hugh has whited out!
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Post by DataNinja on Feb 22, 2017 19:32:48 GMT
Contentedly (or, at least more so than before) relaxing in the hidey-hole he'd found, Evan is in a state of half-sleep for most of the rest of the time. He's vaguely aware of all the conversation outside... but being aware of is not the same as caring. He figures that if there was anything truly pressing, Hugh would probably yell his name a lot, as had happened before. Until and unless something like that (or Vorp trying to eat him) happens, he's happy to just stay out of things.
After what seemed like an eternity (but also one blessedly not filled with scientists) it's eventually time to disengage from the Carnate engine. It's been one of the longest immersions so far... and he can tell. It takes a few moments for him to properly get into a position where he can actually stand, and getting used to the feeling of legs again. It feels good to have hands again, though. Being able to easily scratch itches again is especially nice.
He makes his way off to his room, though, not ready to head to bed, but also not really wanting to talk to anyone. There had been plenty of excitement in the day, and all he wants to do was curl up in a chair and read a book or something. Find something to snack on that's half-palatable. Seeing as how, with all the excitement, he'd never gotten food. At least they didn't need him until... well 11am is the council. So, probably sometime before that. Not that they'd care about him. He's not a whitecoat. Ah, well. Something for the morning, at least.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Feb 23, 2017 17:03:36 GMT
The aftermath of the battle, at least for Ulrich, was one of annoyance. Annoyance at not finding Evan (even afterwards, he wasn't sure where, exactly, that Dunsparce had emerged from...), annoyance at the delay in their plans, and perhaps worst of all was the crowding, bustling, frenetic humans milling about, making a fuss. He had very quickly forgotten... Whatever it was he was going to tell Evan.
So, when he finally had a moment to speak, as Ulrich the human to Evan the human... He passed it up. It probably wasn't important, perhaps comparing notes on their attack? With their luck, the operator had forgotten as soon as his vessel encountered something sparkly. Hardly worth dealing with his cohort over.
While he knew as well as the next man about what their aggressors were capable of (only what he observed), and their numbers (more than he could count), it seemed unlikely to Ulrich that they would stage a second attack in a single day. Which only made the buzz of security more annoying... Hmph, it was a harmless precaution on their part at least. If he had been tasked with their safety, he would likely have done the same... It still ruined their collective evening, though. In keeping with that, Ulrich the Second was not brought to its Operator's room. The Yamask would have to make do without him for a night.
And so, Ulrich, listless and irate, back in his human body, retired to his room. He would need to get Doctor King's diagnosis of the Professor, early tomorrow. Rosewood was formidable, yes, but still subject to the same rules as any human who received serious injuries. Within the close, comfortable confines of his quarters, Ulrich shuddered as he considered just what some of the more robust (or beefy...) among them might do as retribution. Had those fools considered that? A short while later, he slept, earlier than usual. It would be imperative that they had time to adapt to whatever the morning brought.
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Post by Robot on Mar 11, 2017 18:29:22 GMT
With the dawn of a new day, the compound is crawling with Gene Soldiers. A perimeter of chiseled jaws and broad shoulders ringing the inner fence, barracks and the observation deck usually staffed by four men filled to bursting. In the early hours of the morning, Vorp had begun to make a disturbance with his half-sated bloodlust, and so Doctor King was indisposed for the proceedings pomp and circumstance that followed. The compound was both crowded, and loud on this particular day, and the hour of truth hadn't yet ticked over.
Bill, appreciably, refused to leave his flat even at Hugh's bellows. Plenty of muscles -and- brains on the ground to do the talking and the fighting, no reason he even needs to get involved anymore. Likes it better that way anyway, nobody pays him enough to get cold cocked in the middle of a parade. He shares his usual coffee and small talk with Evan in the morning, but otherwise keeps to his quarters.
Delilah is strong enough to stand and speak without much difficulty and insists on attending the meeting despite any statement to the contrary, as stubborn as the woman can be. In the more controlled space of Carnate's facility, their science heads were free to engage in discussion while the Pokemon lounged nearby.
By noon all parties were assembled, catering had been provided and the spread was quite nice as it always was in such affairs. The Council began their entry at the bell sharp, led by Remington Smith, the foremost military commander of Gol. For a gene soldier, the man was unimpressive at a middling six feet with his sharp crew cut, salt and pepper hair, and clean shaven face. Taking a round of the meeting room, he gave the camera mounted in the corner a flick and watched the aperture dilate with a nod before taking his seat and folding his large hands in his lap.
Behind Remington was the Head of Human Resources, Alyssa Kivimaki in a tight business formal dress suit, hair up in a tight bun with a pair of glasses perched over her otherwise shrewd features. Having a seat, she immediately set about removing folders from her briefcase and setting out packets and pamphlets as was her way.
From the industrial sector, Edward Mallet, younger then Remington but far less sculpted as well. Unlike the others, he is dressed as a foreman and seems a bit more blue collar. A 'man's man', who earns his way on the sweat of his brow and the strength of his back needs no show. Dark hair and dark eyes, one might not recognize him easily as a face in the crowd were it not for his presence in the room today.
Lastly the agricultural sector, Diana Alruane, dressed smartly but not quite as top class as Remington or Alyssa. There was enough emphasis on the honeyed blonde's appearance that it was clear she took this meeting seriously. For her, there was no keeping up with Remington or Edward's builds, but it was clear she was also no stranger to hard work. Of the four, the only clear paper pusher was Alyssa, who even now continued her brief setup. Silence fell over the meeting as the assembled gathered their thoughts and prepared to speak.
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Post by birdy51 on Mar 11, 2017 20:13:34 GMT
Hugh was sweating bullets in the presence of such strong, remarkably good looking men. Remmington in particular Hugh hadn't seen since his graduation ceremony after the intensive Gene Soldier Program had finally worked it's magic upon him.
He winced. Dear captain, he was such a chubby child back then. But they made a man out him. A beautiful man. A big man. He refuses to be nervous now. Only just, a man who was wishing they would turn down the temperature. Yes.
He daintily wipes his brow with a handkerchief and waits. One of the others would speak first. Then, maybe Hugh would speak.
Maybe.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 11, 2017 22:39:37 GMT
Ulrich had risen that morning, still somewhat displeased, expecting precious little good news today. As of their admittance into the meeting... His expectations had been met. Doctor King's (and his own) statements had apparently fallen on deaf ears, with Rosewood insisting to attend in spite of her injuries. Truthfully, having a more socially apt Scientist attending was probably for the best anyways, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
What was worse, though, was that Jacob was now indisposed, preventing Vorp from causing a scene at this already-tense time. Which... left their best speaker off dragon-taming. What that lizard, that 'king' thought he was doing was anyone's guess, but reclaiming his kingdom apparently ranked below lashing out for more... whatever he was interested in.
At least Bill was keeping his head down. That was one less complication to worry about, if nothing else. Still, if only they had been able to leave both acerbic engineers behind...
Complaints (and excessive grumbling as the news had come in) aside, there was nothing he could do about it, any of it. It would be a better use of energy to continue supporting their Project Head. With the news the Council had received, they would no doubt be very, very eager for answers they knew the team couldn't provide. The attack was due to commence soon enough, Ulrich figured, so he remained tense in his seat, waiting to see how the Council would start.
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 12, 2017 3:00:26 GMT
The new day comes too soon for Evan, with him putting off leaving his warm bed for as long as possible. But, inescapably, it comes to a point where he can't put it off any longer.
Though, he still drags out getting ready. He doesn't proceed sloppily, however - you need to at least make sure to look semi-presentable when you're going to be in front of the heads of Gol. Even though he has no intention of presenting, or even speaking if he can avoid it. But, given how the last few days have gone, he's not very hopeful that he'll be able to.
Making his way to the meeting, he feels extremely unsettled at the presence of all the gene soldiers. Working with one was bad enough. And not just because of their combat prowess. Being surrounded by genehanced people always makes him uncomfortable.
Arriving in the meeting, at last, Evan finds a seat, behind the rest of the research people if possible. With that, he waits. Hopefully, this won't go too poorly. It all depends on the whitecoats now, really. I'm not sure why I even need to be here.
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Post by Robot on Mar 14, 2017 0:13:28 GMT
"Esteemed council, we apologize for the inconvenience and hope that the lodgings have been accommodating." Professor Rosewood began, easing her seat forward. "Having already toured our facility and reviewed our mission statement, I hope that this is our final review before greenlighting?" Dressed business formal, the bandaging round the scientist's pate doesn't well flatter the outfit.
"Well, yes and no. After yesterday's debacle, we find ourselves at an impasse in the decisionmaking process." Alyssa thumbed through some of her paperwork. "With the..." The woman picked her words carefully, though given the sensitive nature of the subject they were sure to barb regardless. "Inadequate security presence on the parade grounds, you were required to display the barbarous nature of Pokemon. As an act of self defense, the council cannot fault you there."
Remmington cleared his throat in warning at the lightly delivered accusation, eyebrows set with incredible fierceness. This drew the attention of the other three handily, and Edward couldn't help but snort a little. Alyssa continued. "Your project has been watched by our hopefuls for some time, but with the added security risk posed, going forward we expect to have to devote more man hours just to keep your charges safe. Years into this project now, and you have at last reached a threshold that it is neither emotionally damaging, nor physically harmful, is that correct?" Addressing the table as a whole.
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 14, 2017 3:11:20 GMT
"I mean, it all depends whether or not you define close proximity to a raging bloodthirsty lizard to be 'physically harmful' or not," Evan quips, before berating himself. This isn't exactly the time to go around, being irreverent. "I'm no scientist, so I'm sure people wouldn't have told me even if it had happened, but, as far as I know, we've had no Pokémon deaths during operational times. So, I can't tell you how that might mess with someone. But, I imagine, at the very least, it wouldn't be pleasant. Not something that I exactly have experience in, though."
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Post by birdy51 on Mar 14, 2017 10:56:00 GMT
"What my associate means to say is that, yes the process is safe." Hugh interjects, placing a careful eye on his little friend. His waffling about was doing no good if he didn't have the spine to back it up! He needed confidence! Moxie! Luckily, Hugh was all of these things and more. "Aside from one early incident, we've had no injuries or damages to report. The 'bloodthirsty lizard' has been kept in check by our dear Dr. King, who is currently working out the kinks of that particular beast. All others are safe to be around, and I would do so without hesitation should the situation require it."
He pauses for a moment. If anything, at least two of the subjects were uncommonly friendly. Rosebud has never given him issues, and Gunshow was an astute listener. But now didn't seem the right time to bring such things up.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 15, 2017 1:00:37 GMT
Shocked in spite of himself, Ulrich spent the better part of their explanations glaring at their insolent tag-along. It didn't take a genius to realize the Council was looking to pick apart any presumed weakness... Comments like that would not go ignored. At least Hugh was being sensible about it... Returning his attention to Alyssa, he said, "The current Carnate Engine has not demonstrated any harmful aftereffects, for either the vessel or operator. As my associate says, with one notable exception, the specimens are quite docile around humans. And, of course, there have been no psychological breakdowns resulting from the Engine's operation. Furthermore, as yesterday's incident should have displayed, we can also retain control of the specimens during periods of intense stress."
Pausing, both for effect and to reflect briefly, Ulrich concluded, "There is no evidence suggesting this iteration Carnate Engine is in any way unsafe."
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Post by Robot on Mar 18, 2017 13:29:02 GMT
Professor Rosewood couldn't help but fixate Evan with a long, even look. There was a distinct hitch in her breathing, and then she steadied it. Far more placid then usual, but that might be the result of the concussion. "Vorp, the largest specimen which was also responsible for the majority of both the crowd control and the damages that you are inferring is a carnivore that has been out of his element for a great long time. That there are no fatalities, and Doctor King managed to successfully command the dragon with words alone and no access to the Carnate Engine speaks of a developing bond through exposure therapy. Even an impressive technology like this has it's limits, however."
"HAH! That one beast can do that on a starvation diet?! Remmington slapped the tabletop with a meaty hand. "Don't know why you're giving these folks such a hard time Lyss, they did some damn fine work with just four of my boys in this little corner! Ain't no wonder a couple hands got nipped, but what's a few fingers to the damn surface!
"Always with that 'ends justify the means' attitude 'Remmy'? Alyssa snapped back. "That storm damaged most of the softer materials in our buildings for literal miles! Edward is going to have inspectors and crews busy for days just to ensure everything is still structurally sound!" At this the other man grunted and gave a halfhearted nod, but didn't seem particularly bothered by the notion. It was no secret that his crews moved at their own pace, and there wasn't much to accomplish most of the time with the stable birthrate.
"Look we were already talking about setting them up to run a remote in the last ship, don't give me that shit, I can hear the holes clench in here every time you sound like you're going to blow a hole in this. Quit scaring the nerds and get it out there."
"I am excited to see the little plant creature make things grow again... I was really impressed, and the applications in my field would be... goodness phenomenal. Food is the primary limiting factor of a lot of things on Gol, not many realize that." Diana added quietly.
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 18, 2017 17:31:30 GMT
Evan notices Rosewood's look, but gives an internal shrug. If she wanted perfect solidarity, she should have picked another whitecoat. He wasn't going to gloss over the possible dangers just for the sake of a reputation. He'd seen what Vorp did out there, and the ordinary citizens damn well needed someone making sure that the risks were understood. Not like the council would probably care. They were the ones that kept sanctioning the involuntary gene therapy. Probably something none of them had to go through, growing up entirely different from your family.
He lets those thoughts go - for now - as the council continues talking, but remains silent. There isn't much right now that he wants to add, since he's more interested in trying to figure out where exactly they stand, overall, in relation to this project. Because Remington's attitude in particular is fairly... worrying.
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