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Post by ThRevanchist on May 16, 2017 5:31:48 GMT
As their chief of security on board the perfectly secure shuttle shepherded in the two prototype Golett, Ulrich didn't pay it much mind. Probably just back to bid his Gunshow one last, explosive farewell.
...wait, why did he bring those two? Not getting in the way of the giant yet, he tried to catch the gargantuan man's attention with a sharp, "Hugh! Tell me exactly where you're taking those, and why you saw fit to remove them from quarantine." Rosewood would know what she was doing, Jacob was piloting Vorp (last he had checked), and he hadn't authorized this, so to Ulrich this was a rather pressing sort of question.
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Post by birdy51 on May 16, 2017 14:29:32 GMT
Hugh continues upon his merry way. Oh there is Ulrich. He acknowledges him with a curt nod and continues to go his way with the beasts. Wait. No, Ulrich was attempting to communicate with him. Bah! Such trifling things.
"Were we not given orders to launch these things towards the planet? Otherwise, we may not find out whether these creatures also lose their minds on the surface. And wouldn't you like to know what happens?" Hugh asks in his most rabbinic way. He sighs and leans up against the side of the ship. Were his orders not to toss these things out the airlock like everything else? Bah! Scientists. Always one click behind the plan.
At least, presuming that was the plan. Was it the plan? Hugh couldn't remember. Hugh remembered getting bored of reading papers and doing 40 push-ups, 30 squats, before hitting the barbells for a nice evening workout. Ah, what a beautiful sweat that was.
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Post by ThRevanchist on May 16, 2017 14:54:44 GMT
Oh, good. He listened this time. But unless Hugh had some wildly different orders, he was getting ahead of himself. Unfortunately, he had raised a good point, too... Very ahead of himself. "No, Hugh. The prototype Golett were not scheduled to go to the surface alongside your Gunshow. How do you expect them to maintain this shuttle from down there?"
With a quizzical look at the giant's miniature herd, Ulrich fell into thought for a moment, before agreeing, "Although you aren't wrong, learning how they behave on Gol would be useful to know in advance... Hmm..." When they themselves had secured a landing on the surface of Gol, foreknowledge that their maintenance crew would (or wouldn't) go berserk and cause massive damage to the absolutely irreplaceable machines aboard the shuttle would be, well, equally irreplaceable. "They provided a backup for a reason, not putting it to good use would be irresponsible. Go ahead and secure one with the other specimens. The other will be remaining on board."
Not contemplating, or even recognizing whether he had just been persuaded by the Chief of Security, Ulrich informed their pilot that the drop pod was not, in fact, ready yet, and to hold off on the dropping of it a moment longer.
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Post by birdy51 on May 17, 2017 11:49:49 GMT
Hugh grunts as majestically as one can grunt. Scientists! They always made such trivial things were so confusing! Ordinarily, Hugh might have gone against such an action but... You know, seeing the scientist so enthused about launching one of these creepy things out of the airlock and Tex didn't really like them either. So, science! Why not!
With permission granted by at least one of the science crew, Hugh immediately turned to drop off one of the masked creatures to their locker and strapped up the other one alongside Ulrich the Second. After all, it was a Ghost. Ghost's don't need all that much living space. Or, something like that. They were both creepy and they both wore masks. There was kinship there, yes. Hugh was certain of it.
He lurches out of the hold and seals the door behind him, locking the cargo into their doom. Accosting a nearby communications relay, he speaks into the device using only his inside-outside yelling voice. "This is HUGH to the CABIN! The cargo is SECURED and ready for DEPLOYMENT."
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Post by Robot on May 18, 2017 15:08:08 GMT
"Confirmed Hugh, All personnel in the drop pod area please evacuate past the nearest airlock, and we'll begin." The ambers and reds warning of the danger of the area began to flash and spin as the door to the pod slowly sealed itself. The Pokemon within watched the slow procession of the door nervously, Gunshow and Three keeping eyes on Hugh and Evan respectively until they were wholly out of sight. A rapport had certainly grown between the humans and their Pokemon companions, it was something that couldn't be tested for in a laboratory.
Throughout the Odyssey, staff watched with trepidation as the pod lit brightly entering the upper atmosphere. "Retro rockets fired successfully and 50,000 feet." Ace announced with an excited tension in his voice, the speck slowly disappearing into the mass of white, blue, and green that was the Ark. "Chutes deployed at 20,000 feet." A few more moments of silence pass. "We have touchdown!" This is followed immediately by Rosewood. "Vitals are elevated but normal, we have made landfall."
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Post by DataNinja on May 18, 2017 15:24:33 GMT
Evan gets out as quickly as possible, the flashing lights being very irritable. He does spare a few glances back for the Pokémon, though, even though he'd told himself that he wouldn't. Because, dagnabit, he's actually gotten used to having them around, much as it pains him to admit it. Now it's likely that he'll never see them again, at least not as a human.
As the pod is launched, he watches, feeling sorry for the Pokémon within. They have to withstand that horrendous feeling once more... only this time, there's a sudden stop at the end. When the fact that the Pokémon are still alive is announced, Evan lets out a breath that he doesn't realize that he was holding. They made it.
"So..." He ventures, when it seems that there's a good moment to interject. "Now what?"
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Post by ThRevanchist on May 20, 2017 19:39:57 GMT
Far from surprised, with everything going (more or less) exactly according to plan, there wasn't even room to express pleasure at their monumental success. After all, why feel relief when they knew and were certain of the outcome already? No, now that everything was going well it was their responsibility to ride that success forward.
"Their vitals might be acceptable, but the specimens are most likely quite disoriented. It might be best if several of us... Perhaps even every operator, were to ensure that they don't disperse as soon as they're free and realize where they are. Unless there is a motion for observing their initial reaction in the absence our influence, first?"
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Post by birdy51 on May 21, 2017 3:11:21 GMT
"I sense no such motion." Hugh declares, not after even seconds after Ulrich proposed the silly idea. To make this quite clear, Hugh then turned immediately towards the Carnate Engines. What he would reveal to no man was that he was indeed perhaps a bit worried about the poor Gunshow.
But he wasn't going to let his un-masculine maternal feelings distract him what he needed to do. And what did he need to do? Hugh needed to check on the little mons anyways. That was his job. No! His duty! No! His...
Well, no. It really wasn't much else but duty. Oh well!
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Post by Robot on May 23, 2017 0:02:35 GMT
"It is probably best." Rosewood flitted into the room, having gotten the hang of the weightless movement. "That we give them a period of time to familiarize themselves with the area. They may disperse, yes, but it is a very large world. They could still be quite far from home. On good terms, and being capable of intelligent thought, it is a safe assumption that most if not all of them will remain in proximity to one another." She tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"I propose a 48 hour waiting period. Until then, acclimate to the gravity and get settled properly into your quarters. We will rotate out monitoring vitals and intervene if it seems necessary."
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Post by DataNinja on May 23, 2017 1:02:22 GMT
"So," Evan asks, looking around, "How close to the initial capture point is this? Or, do we know?" He's a little bit envious at how well everyone else seems to be navigating in this. "Is vital monitoring the only thing that we can do? Or is it possible to get first-person visuals through the Engine? It's something that I never really thought about before now, given that we had cameras." Also, I'd contest 'good terms'. Vorp has some serious alpha complex going on, and Ulrich is an enigma. Who knows what it thinks.
As he waits for an answer, half of his thoughts are wondering as to how Three is handling, while the other half are looking forwards to getting into bed, and just turning off the lights. Everything in this ship is just too bright.
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Post by birdy51 on May 24, 2017 14:09:28 GMT
Hugh hung absently as he drifted towards the side of the ship. He was not happy with the Professors suggestion, but she was the scientist, not him. If she thought this was for the best, then perhaps he would simply have to trust the Gunshow.
Which was, in some respects, both possible and impossible. Hugh trained the Gunshow better than anyone. Hugh was the best trainer. But like any good Apache Helicopter Parent, Hugh longed to hover and make sure that everything was going well for them down on the surface. But! Perhaps if the professor would want them to not do this, then he would not do this. Though it pained him. Oh it pained him so much. "It would be good to at least keep a cursory look at their vitals." Hugh notes. "If there is an emergency, I must be close at hand to run interference."
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Post by ThRevanchist on May 30, 2017 15:45:53 GMT
Rosewood and... Hugh could have first watch of the vitals. At least one of them would make relevant observations, of that much Ulrich was confident. Well, and the other being on standby in case an emergency came up was a surprisingly good idea.
...Wait a moment, he was forgetting something. If he was about to leave, may as well spare the Project Head some brainpower before then. "With how the Engine is, the idea of broadcasting visuals is unfeasible. What it reads is quite separate from visual, or really any sensory data, so the only way to get that feedback is to operate it. There's little cause for worry though; with the data we do have, we can make educated enough guesses as to when the specimens are in danger. Well, most. Three may raise false flags, with his... Excitability."
An explanation given to their Evan, Ulrich then slowly navigates out, to get settled. If anything important came up, he was easy enough to summon. It... Did leave a rather large block of time to deal with though. Perhaps he would explain the finer details of their all-important Carnate Engine to Evan, later. He wouldn't have asked if he wasn't curious, after all...
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Post by Robot on May 31, 2017 15:21:57 GMT
Life in zero gravity poses more challenge and interest over the following fourty-eight hour period then watching the Pokemon's vitals do. Hugh's typically messy eating manages to fill a three dimensional cloud instead of the much smaller confines of his beard. Evan manages to find large swaths of ship that are unoccupied and quiet to entertain himself with mentalist pursuits unhindered in the moments he isn't on watch. Ulrich has been having difficulty sleeping, and finds himself gravitating towards the hold where the remaining Prototype Golett remains in those hours of exhausted wakefulness. Jacob announces after the first twelve hour stint that Vorp has been moved to a safe enough distance that he is unlikely to attempt to feed on the other test subjects, plenty of other live prey at the location the professor chose. Predictably, Vorp and Three have repeated adrenaline rushes over this period, as well as heightened levels of endorphins. Gunshow shows greatly increased physical activity. Ulrich the Second remains almost impossible to monitor besides his location, which has been static as of the seventh hour. Finally the time comes, and Delilah calls the assembled back to the engine. "Alright, our hiatus period is up! I have excellent news as well! It seems our new friends were a bit lonely up here, and have passed on the nanomachine receivers to other subjects! We should be able to attempt dives into the new hosts beginning now." I will be writing up lists of Pokemon for each of you to choose from when I have a moment. This is basically going to be your starter's first choice of partner.
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Post by birdy51 on May 31, 2017 21:11:34 GMT
Gragh! Hugh bats away a floating glob of protein from his face, causing it to splash and slowly congeal majestically upon the sides of crowded living quarters. Such a nuisance! Those small, little baggies that contained his 'food' were such a nuisance! They were not designed for man hands as violent and powerful as his. Every time he tried to open them, they violently burst in fear. Now, there were all kinds of protein clouds about, and Hugh did not like it. He pursed his lips and kissed the wall, refusing to let any delicious sustenance escape his all-absorbing maw.
Except, Hugh forgot he wasn't in his personal quarters, but rather in the middle of a meeting. His eyes glared at those assembled with testosterone filled rage, daring them to make a comment, as he wiped his lips.
"New subjects... This is the first that I've heard of this!" He proclaims, crossing his arms in dejected confusion. He shakes his head softly. No matter! It simply must have slipped his mind. This would not be the first time it has happened. These last few hours had been filled with some concern, but now he was reassured that everything was ok. If the Pokémon had the time to make relations, then that would mean that they were safe. Hugh pondered this.
When was the last time he had had relations?
He ponders this, as he peruses the list.
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Post by DataNinja on Jun 1, 2017 2:30:23 GMT
The last few days had been both the most peaceful, and the most awkward, in Evan's life. Peaceful, because, for the most part, there was lots of room, and everyone seemed content to leave him alone in the dim light of wherever he'd decided to hole up at the time. And awkward, due to having to learn how to cope with the lack of gravity. He'd gotten better at it over the past few days, but he's still not entirely comfortable. Having to re-acclimatize to it every time after visiting the planet is probably going to be a pain...
"New hosts?" Evan inquires. "Are you sure that we should do that now? I mean... I don't begrudge anyone else's choices, but I know I would much prefer to get my first taste of the planet in a familiar body. Acclimatize to one new thing at a time."
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Post by ThRevanchist on Jun 1, 2017 3:40:20 GMT
His sleep-deprived thoughts increasingly drawn to the last non-human aboard the shuttle, now the researcher wondered (with a fair bit of revulsion at the moment) if it might be helpful in a janitorial capacity. What did it think of being held, alone, in quarantine, and was cleaning up after their Chief of Security a more preferable option...? Bah, focus on the task at hand. The specimens had been busy, and Vorp had even behaved himself.
"Yes, new hosts. Call it a consequence - or benefit - of the specific method we use to link them to the Engine, but they have the potential to spread rather effectively. Quite ingenious..." An explanation was nice and all, but wasn't there something more pre- feh, that was it. One pause later, Ulrich continued speaking, not betraying his own self-annoyance, "Unfortunately, I'm inclined to agree with Evan in that. Adjusting to the surface first will most likely be enough of a shock, compounding that with familiarizing with a new specimen will... It would be best to observe both events separately."
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Post by birdy51 on Jun 1, 2017 4:38:41 GMT
"I must concur." Hugh grunts, adding his voice to the rare, triad of agreement. He smacks his lips viciously with his tongue before wiping his beard sagely on his sleeves. "It is imperative for us to get the lay of the land from their familiar eyes. I had asked the Gunshow to keep an eye on the other subjects, so if we are lucky, he will still be near the other two. Perhaps near enough that we can turn this into a joint operation."
Hugh then nodded quietly, agreeing with his own words. Hugh is wise. Sagely. Strong. Muscle Sage.
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Post by Robot on Jun 1, 2017 16:57:34 GMT
"I suppose I misspoke, could begin diving into new hosts beginning now, rather then should. Sound logic Evan." Professor Rosewood offered placatingly, though there was a distracted sense of detachment as she eyed her own pod longingly. It was clear the decision to go or remain still weighed on her heavily. You were all to be pioneers, groundbreaking adventurers making discoveries that would reshape Gol. With a resigned shake of her head, mouth pursed into a small frown. "Go ahead and man your beds, I'll warm the system up and monitor vitals from here... Say hello to Rosebud for me."
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Post by DataNinja on Jun 1, 2017 17:27:31 GMT
'Unfortunately.' Evan thinks, at Ulrich's comments. Nice to know people like me contributing.
"I'll... keep an eye out for him, at least," Evan says, before continuing with a hint of mirth, "I don't think it would go over very well if I said 'By the way, Rosewood says hi,' after all. That would probably require a lot of explaining, and I am certainly not going to open that can of worms without a very good reason. I will try and make sure he's doing well, though, assuming he's nearby."
With that, he heads towards the Engine room. It will be nice to finally feel gravity again, he thinks, But I wonder what it will be like down there. It's a whole new world. Carpe diem, and all that.
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Post by birdy51 on Jun 3, 2017 3:05:23 GMT
"I'll say hello." Hugh says firmly, doing his damndest to comfort the clearly distraught professor with as much testosterone he could spare. "It will be a fierce hello. No such hello will ever surpass it. This is final. Yes?"
Hugh proceeds to then spend several seconds staring deep into Rosewood's eyes. How... Colorful they were. Simply beautiful. What color were they anyways? Green? Red? Brown? Hugh could not tell. Hugh was colorblind. Which, to be truthful, it made it sometimes awkward when diving when- Oh yes, still staring deeply at the eyes. Keep cool Hugh. He grunts forcefully, then burrows his oversized body into the pod.
They had expanded it slightly, so as to better fit men of his form. But that pod was trapped on Gol. Size constraints or something. His lips curl into a vicious sneer.
Someone would pay for this! Probably Bill. Damn you BILL!!!
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