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Post by DataNinja on Sept 25, 2016 6:41:24 GMT
Evan simply responded to Jacob's teasing with "There's about as much chance of that happening as Mister Muscles over here showing up in a dress." He gestured towards Hugh. "And a kilt doesn't count." Besides, he thought to himself, concerning the first part of the teasing, which had hit harder than he would have liked, even if someone wanted to be with me, it would be the person the scientists made, not the person I was supposed to be.
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Post by Mineral on Sept 25, 2016 7:11:36 GMT
Jacob was a thinker and a planner. Looking far to the future, in ways that made things better for people. Or worse. Much worse. Being apart from the social structures of humanity was all well and good for honing your mind and body, but sometimes numbers won out, no matter how exceptional you were. Life wasn't fair. But he addresses his colleagues one at a time, starting with Hugh. "Trust me, that first bit is a talk for another day. But this isn't about money or the cartoon! It's so much more. And Ulrich! It'll be simple to explain. We have 'special beds' that allow us to merge minds with the Pokemon on the ground. That's all they need to know. As for my time, it's ultimately up to my seniors how I spend it. It's just an idea I wanted to put forward for peer review. Why I was late. Though honestly I'm yet to see is Professor Rosewood enjoys being the one 'in charge' or not.". Of course he had to sneak in another tease.
Before getting to Evan.
"If it makes you a bit less grouchy about the situation, I'll put Hugh in the dress myself! Anything is possible! HUGH! Wear a dress! I'll even wear one with you. Men confident enough to laugh at themselves are very attractive!"
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Post by birdy51 on Sept 25, 2016 14:28:53 GMT
Contrary to popular belief, Hugh did not particularly enjoy the idea of dresses or wearing them. He folds his arms into a neat sandwich and gives Evan and Jacob the classic, 'I see what you're doing there, but don't go there,' look. Being a security guard meant having a reputation. While it was good form to try to be at least sociable with the people you're working with, he also needed to be the separate entity from time to time. Another guard could joke about him wearing dresses, but hearing it from one of his wards was a bit too much for him. Best to nip that one in the bud quickly.
"Your idea is cute, but we had best move on. This whole project is useless unless all tests are completed by the deadline." He says dismissively. The behemoth then turns to look down upon the Professor with an even gaze. "Shall I collect the subjects into the primary testing chamber? It is about time to begin."
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Post by Robot on Sept 25, 2016 19:19:34 GMT
Professor Rosewood shook hear head with a smile at Jacob, green eyes twinkling. The woman had propped her chin against her right palm and was bracing that arm with the other, her expression a mix of fondness and disbelief. "Perhaps a bit idyllic, but not entirely without merit. In this particular instance I think I should refer to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Our physiological requirements are currently being met, but we have not yet assured safety of the project. Belonging, esteem, and self-actualization can come once our immediate needs have been met."
Delilah nodded appreciably to Hugh. "Head down to the security station and make sure that Mr. Krieger is on alert and reviews the internal breach procedures with the remaining security staff. We'll be using the automated doors to introduce the specimens to each other, so the only need for immediate handling is if we should somehow panic Gunshow with this exposure. Of the specimens in the test, he and Ulrich the Second are the most dangerous in tandem. Should the former rend a hole in our defensive measures, Ulrich will have to assume direct control before it can phase from the complex. We can complete the control test in the meanwhile."
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 25, 2016 19:28:34 GMT
Ugh, Evan thought, What is it with scientists and trying to use the biggest and most complex words that they can think of? Do they think it makes them sound anything but pretentious?
He didn't voice any of those thoughts aloud, though, instead asking, "So, barring extreme circumstances, we'll just be... watching? And seeing what happens? Is there much of a chance of, uh, the vessels killing each other?"
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Post by ThRevanchist on Sept 25, 2016 20:59:37 GMT
"There's little apparent cause for any of the specimens to start fighting unprovoked. None of them have been flagged as notably hostile... barring an unlikely alpha-male situation with Vorp, so yes. If all goes well, we need do nothing more than observe their interactions," Ulrich explained. He wondered briefly if Evan was alarmed by the apparently-tight security, possibly mistaking it as them fearing for the worst, but concluded that he was simply not fully aware of the processes they were using.
Though as long as he could follow Rosewood's instructions, there shouldn't be a need to intervene.
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Post by Mineral on Sept 25, 2016 23:41:28 GMT
Jacob smiled and put his opinion off to the side for now. He'd planted the seeds of it, and maybe after some thought about it they would see it was a good way to keep the angry mobs off their backs. Make their own angry mobs. It was, unfortunately, one of the more benign of his ideas to get this operation to be a success. After a quick chuckle at the big guy not wanting to have a dress, he fell back into researcher mode. Task at hand.
"Vorp only acts up in the sense of Alpha Maledom around the males of species he a) is able to breed with and b) sees as an immediate aggressive threat. None of the other subjects fit the bill. My main concern is both him and Three burrowing through the steel together. Both of them are very effective diggers. But I think they'll be more interested in each other than anything. Before tandem escape comes to mind."
Turning, he used his sleeve to wipe off the dry erase marker and sauntered out of the spotlight to Professor Rosewood's side. He was keeping the Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs lower levels including pack and safety in numbers mentality quip to himself for now.
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Post by birdy51 on Sept 26, 2016 4:39:26 GMT
"Gunshow has already been stated as a potential threat by us, so I would not be terribly surprised if our little territorial friend might think him a threat as well. But, if that does happen and the situation escalates, I will remind Vorp gently that there is only one alpha in the pit, and that is me." States Hugh firmly. He holds his fists together, crushing them together and glowering. "If Vorp acts up in any adverse way, I will be on hand to correct him. Have no fear."
Hugh then nods jovially to the Professor, any trace of his brief interlude of vaguely menacing malice disappearing from his face as he flashes his shiny teeth bones. He strides over to the elevator from the observatory, before saluting. "Now! I believe I must chat with Mr. Krieger. When all is prepared, I shall radio in."
When it arrives, he ducks underneath the frame of the elevator door and cramps himself inside. His reflection shines back on the door's mirror surface. Hugh flexes. A handsome hunk of Beef flexes back.
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The Security Center was not a wonderful place. It was a terrible place. It was dark, cramped, and smelled of sweat. Every genetic soldier smelled of sweat. It was literally in their genes and made any place where they congregated nearly unbearable to the common man. But for Hugh, the scent of sweaty men was home. He placed his thumb on the biometric scanner and the sliding door opened to a darkened room with azure glowing monitors and low dim lighting. In the middle of them, a lone figure sat in a chair, observing all of them at once.
This was Mr. Krieger.
Hugh grinned softly and folded his head beneath the archway, and the door behind him closed neatly with a tight 'fwoosh'.
"Good evening Mr. Krieger." Hugh began, striding towards the monitors and stretching his arms. He stopped just short of the chair, eyes glowing in the reflections of the pale blue lights. "Tell the men that we're bumping up to Threat Level Two. Professor Rosewood is going to introduce all of the subjects to one another at the same time and has asked that we 'review' the protocols for an internal breach with our boys."
He chuckles deeply, muscles rippling like tiny waves as he does so. "We'll want to be extra careful about listening to her commands nowadays. The project has been approved by the board. We have the funding."
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Post by Robot on Sept 26, 2016 12:31:17 GMT
Professor Rosewood made her way to the main console that overlooked the pens, glancing between the controls and the monitor. "We're going to have to bait Subject Three into the main area, the rest will likely explore on their own. Evan, any idea what will motivate him? That one has been ever skittish, the last thing we want is a terrified Pokemon trapped in a stressful environ. While it will likely be stressed regardless, anything that might reduce that helps. We'll be aiming to record physiological and emotional responses, it is on our security team to ensure the measures erected to keep the Pokemon in, hold."
"Hugh." Gunther replied with neither malice nor warmth, simply a statement of being. An acknowledgement that the other existed. Sitting up a little straighter in his chair, the second mountain of a man rose beside the first, one of his thick thumbs ruthlessly pinning the talk button on a comically small walkie strapped to a bandolier on his left shoulder. "Security, assume testing posts."
"There's four of us Ranger, you can address us by name." Alex, the smart-mouthed former pilot cracked in reply. "I know you've got a word limit, but lighten up a little." Gunther's eyes remained fixated on the little plastic box as the other rattled on and on. "It's okay Alex, don't let your feelings get bruised, we all think you're very pretty." Followed the dry sarcastic wit of 'Tex'. A small smile curled at the edges of Gunther's mouth as their pilot sputtered and stammered angrily.
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Post by birdy51 on Sept 26, 2016 15:35:00 GMT
A tiny smile mirrored the rangers'. Hugh was equally amused. But it was best that this not continue. He lifted up his own flesh-filled finger and cracked down upon the talk button.
"Quiet on the comms. Once I reach my position, testing will then begin as soon as the professor gives the go ahead. Review our internal procedures and be ready for any shenanigans. Priority surveillance should be given to Gunshow and Ulrich, the two most dangerous subjects in the test. Should a breach be made by Gunshow, our little ghost friend may try to escape. I hope I need not remind you that Ghosts cannot be harmed by conventional weapons. Stick to your batons and arm them to stun. Our objective in that situation is to delay him long enough until the scientists regain control of the situation." Said Hugh with authority, though a bit ghost of a chuckle broke through. Alex was indeed a very pretty man.
He then turned back to his cohort and released the button from it's torment. For a small moment, he stared at this man. It was strange that a member of the special forces would be sent to this department. They were revered specialists, and one could not help but admire them. Gunther was not as built as well as Hugh, but he carried himself with a power and sense of gravity that equaled his own. They were like twin suns that circled each other in the night sky. Gunther was a dominating force. But Hugh was an equal force. As such where, there was usually fear, Hugh held only respect for Gunther's abilities. He nodded respectfully. "I leave you to your duties Ranger."
He then turned and strode to the door. His last step was to get into position just outside the testing chamber. Testing was to begin soon and he did not want to miss the show.
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 26, 2016 17:57:52 GMT
"I don't know anything for certain," Evan said, shrugging. "But perhaps trying something metal? Whenever I'm linked, I always seem to notice the light glinting off metallic surfaces a bit more. Although... it might just be the big eyes. Barring that, food, perhaps? I'm not sure if the others would eat it first, though."
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Post by Robot on Sept 29, 2016 18:12:46 GMT
As all of the assets and elements are moved into position, the process of leading the specimens into a central meeting area begins. The Carnate Engine hummed a soft susurrus in the background, Ulrich having primed it so that should anything go wrong they need only put bodies in beds to regain control of the situation. Hopefully it wasn't a measure needed at this time. Three members of the security team, Hugh, Tex, and Ranger, were running interference just beyond the main perimeter of the enclosure, with Alex on point in the security hub.
"Watchtower is set for thermal and to highlight anything under 50 Fahrenheit should Ulrich the Second manage a breach." Alex confirms over the radio. "Station two, radio functional, at post." Gunther stated firmly, posted in front of the only gate access into the enclosure, consisting of a series of three inch thick metal pistons that carry the same current as the rest of the pen. "Station three, radio functional, on location." Tex called out. Corner mirrors allowed the guard to keep eyes on each other at all times, and had been pivotal in the past. Visibility was key.
"Introducing Subject Three to the enclosure." It hadn't been much to get a set of un-stamped dog tags and put a bit of polish to them. The crane slowly lowered the metal discs into the center of the enclosure, rotating the foam rubber clamps slowly so the light could catch them at different angles. Sure enough, Three wasted little time. The large, flat snake-like creature shot from it's private enclosure after waiting in the doorway for a ponderous moment. It moved at speeds they hadn't recorded before. On fetching it's prize, it was startled to find the way back closed off. Briefly it dug at the floor with it's tail, and finding that futile, made it's way to the darkest corner, where it laid atop it's new treasures and looked unhappy. Subject Three always looked unhappy.
Vorp was the next, the Gabite walking tall and statuesque on it's two legs. His broad, powerful tail slowly easing from side to side in tandem with each step. On encountering Subject Three, Vorp stood taller and spread it's forearms aggressively. The Dunsparce and Gabite exchanged cries, the former sounding frightened. Surprisingly, despite the aggressiveness with which the encounter began, the dragon seemed to lose interest in the normal type, and continued to roam the room. His eyes sized up the area with a feral cunning, and even paused to look up into the observation deck, a low rumble in his chest.
Gunshow and Rosebud were both peaceful Pokemon by nature, while they gave Vorp a wide berth, they seemed to be actively engaging in conversation with each other. There had been no written record of anything of the sort in the annals of history yet preserved by humanity. Occasionally, Gunshow would call to Subject Three, but the latter was not at all keen on moving. So far the test was going extremely well, and Delilah was lost in thought. There was a great deal of excitement in the air.
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 29, 2016 18:42:39 GMT
"Well..." Evan says, a little bit surprised, upon seeing the Dunsparce's rapid snatching, "I need to figure out how to move like that while immersed. But... at least it seems that it can't fly, and not that I just couldn't figure it out. I know I, at least, would fly if I could if I was faced with a monster." He shakes his head, muttering, "What's the point of wings if you can't fly?" He turns his attention at last to the others' subjects. "So, is there anything that we're looking for in particular? Or just counting how long it takes for... Vorp... to decide that he's hungry."
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Post by Mineral on Sept 29, 2016 18:56:51 GMT
Everything was going great, the young man walking over to stand besides Professor Rosewood to ease their nerves as they watched. Vorp especially worried him, already making a display of dominance over one of the other Pokemon. Somehow he thought that the two species would have some kind of connection. With how Vorp turned away it didn't seem like it was a prey predator one thankfully. But there were two things that were worrying him greatly. First was that cunning look up at them. Somehow he knew they were up here. When he was riding along there was always that twitch sense of when something was moving nearby. Like a bird of prey. But something worried him just a little bit more.
"If he wanted anything in that cage dead, he would have attacked it by now. There's something I'm much more concerned about until then. Ulrich the Second, I don't see him."
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Post by birdy51 on Sept 29, 2016 19:39:22 GMT
Hugh was busy watching Gunshow and Rosebud from his position ay the side of the room. For as much as Deliah had considered him a threat, the big guy seemed uninterested in causing trouble.
This pleased Hugh. Gunshow was such a magnificent creature. So strong, so beautiful. Dangerous of course, but still beautiful for it.
But, the mystery of Ulrich's position was a tad ominous. Ghosts couldn't be trusted. But Hugh also couldn't see him. This was a bad combination. He pulled the radio to his mouth and crushed the talk button with the strong thumb of oppression. "Alex. Do you have eyes on Ulrich the Second?"
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Post by ThRevanchist on Sept 29, 2016 21:35:04 GMT
Having been so focused on the Pokemon that were allowing themselves to be observed, willingly or otherwise, Ulrich (the First) had neglected to check on his own specimen... rather embarrassing, the slip-up, but it seemed he wasn't the only one who couldn't find the Ghost. That meant either he was hiding in the enclosure, or one of those guards had made an error. But the alarms hadn't been triggered, so it was probably the former.
"Jacob is correct on all counts. It seems he was satisfied by Three's display of deference... and I can't spot my ghost, either.", Ulrich commented, the last part much more quietly.
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Post by Robot on Sept 30, 2016 0:28:01 GMT
"Yeah, he's in the main pen with the rest of them. Left visibility in his pen when the door came open, by the test data you have on him, he's got about two minutes left. Exact positioning in the moment is near Vorp's right shoulder been there since shortly after the doors opened, just following it around the room." The pilot replied.
All eyes settled on the dragon as it continued to pace slowly along the far side of the room. "I don't like that." Delilah commented softly. "If they are truly capable of communication, it means they can work in concert and are social constructs we've kept isolated. If they are capable of deceit it means that they are intelligent to a degree above what we believed."
Vorp's behavior changed. With a bellow that rattled the glass in the observation deck, it braced a hind leg on the wall and went barreling headlong towards the gate at incredible speed. "Christ, all teams prepare for breach!" Alex came on over the radio just before there was the sound of shearing metal, a massive rent in all of the pistons that made up the door from a sweep of one of the Gabite's short bladed fins. The prolonged contact with the bars should have been enough to put the dragon out, breakers were exploding in the hallway where Hugh stood watch. The lights in the facility shuddered and went dark. The observation deck remained lit, and the walkies crackled to life.
An eerie, deathly silence came over the compound. "Bill, the power, Bill." Alex quipped over the broadband channel. "I know, I know, give me a damn minute to get up there."
"Ulrich the Second has left the holding pen, Gunshow and Vorp are both huddled near the gate."
Sure enough there was a soft "Machoke? Choke..." In a friendly, laid back tone before WHAM, CLANG a piston shot across the hallway with impressive force. They had already been weakened, it was as nothing. Another, and another, the guard didn't want to see a full breach but moving in to stop it was extremely dangerous. Tex and Ranger took up flanking positions while the door was taken apart one piece at a time.
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Post by DataNinja on Sept 30, 2016 0:52:04 GMT
"Ah, damn..." Evan sighs, after a moment of stunned silence at the display. That was... impressive. Though, he's quite glad he wasn't anywhere near it. Though, if they were intelligent, and had seen them up here... "So... what do we do now? I assume reassert control?" He peers around, almost out of reflex, trying futilely to see if he can see anything down in the pen.
"I feel like this may jeopardize the funding, eh professor?" he quips, dryly.
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Post by birdy51 on Sept 30, 2016 1:02:20 GMT
"Damn!" Hugh bellows, unstrapping his stun baton from his belt by reflex and staring wildly at the door. As the blow struck, he recoils to the back wall and watches as sparks from the upper lights shot up the night before exploding into shimmering slendor. A power outage? No. A surge maybe. Bah! The Beef was no engineer. He had no idea what happened or what was going to happen now. But one thing was certain. This was a security situation that needed his attention immediately.
The rest of the thoughts hit him in slow motion. Ulrich was escaping. Gunshow and Vorp were huddling by the gate. Pop. Pop. Piece by piece their well constructed defenses were being dismantled and destroyed. But by who? As he got near, it was obvious. Gunshow. Damn that beautiful creature! Of all the Pokémon to add to this problem, he was hoping him not to be one!
It was no matter. He was tearing through their defenses like butter, piston after piston flying into the hallway at hazardous speeds. If he kept that up... Then they would have a real problem on their hands.
Planning. There wasn't much time for it now. Going into the pen itself was to invite disaster. While he was confident in his ability to fight a Pokémon and defeat it easily, having every Pokémon going after him at once was a hazard that even he and his considerable power could not overcome. "Set batons to stun and back me up." Hugh growls. His dangerous looking baton suddenly lighting up with a series of crackling volts, there by graduating from dangerous looking, to actually dangerous.
Bits of everything was flying out of the door. But as the he saw it, if something was coming out; something could also go in. Hugh bides his time until a piece of metal shot forth from the door. At that moment, he would lunge towards the breach and thrust his baton at Gunshow.
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Post by Mineral on Sept 30, 2016 1:30:41 GMT
Jacob was watching closely, there was a bad feeling in his gut since the moment his Dragon had looked up at him. More than just feral cunning, there was no way he could have sensed their heat or movements all the way up here that easily. He knew. Hearing the news that there was a Yamask on his shoulder made it immediately worse, especially armed with the knowledge the other two Pokemon were communicating.
"Something is up, we need to shut th-". His words were interrupted by his partner's thunderous roar, completely ignoring the electricity running through it and giving the rest of the Pokemon an opening. This was what he was scared of, they had parts of both their Physiological and Psychological being that couldn't be explored without naturalist observation!
Grabbing up a walkie, he took charge of the situation here in the room. "No jokes! Get away from the window, now! This room is the only source of light if exit through that gate fails. We need to leave and get to the beds, NOW!" he yelled, patting Professor Rosewood to follow him as he spoke into the walkie. "Subject Vorp is now classified as heavily resistant if not immune to the effects of electricity! If you have tranquilizer gas on hand, use it now! Also be aware, his vision could be low light, as a burrower!" he called out, jogging towards the door. Their only chance against the powerful and FAST vessels were to assume control, none of them would outrun Gunshow or Vorp in a straight sprint down a hall.
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