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srwug_alpha_rp2013-08-09 01:12 am
armored_mother) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2013-08-09 01:12 am
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Operation Eight/Grim Tidings
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[Cora just got some confirmation back from Britannian HQ and got things double confirmed with the doctors on board. The findings on the Tunnel Stalkers and the Ascended... were quite grim indeed. Cora's espression was strained as she looked over the papers before she just tossed them aside.]
Those...sick sons of...
[Her voice was labored - like she was struggling not to feel sick out of the utter disgust that was running through her. Photos, documentation, autopsies, DNA comparisons. The Monsters in the tunnels used to be humans. Some of them were members of Exvoritam Filios true... but a great majority were innocent civilians reported missing by family and friends. The youngest of them was barely midway through his teens.]
Damnit...
[The process that twisted them was irreversable, and even if it was, the trauma inflicted would have long lasting reprecussions. Cora leaned against a wall - her hand covering her face as she recalled the other bit ofinformation included.]
E-115... Just where did they get this stuff...
[The Codename slapped onto the energy producing mineral that was implanted into all of the Stalkers, as well as the Ascended. Presumably tied to their abilities. Most of the samples were in Britannia, but a few were left on the Chalice as well. Preliminary studies were still trying to place things about it - but what could be confirmed was that it is not of this Earth.]
[2] [DULLAHAN COMMANDO: REARMED] (OoC:*SHOT*)
[To say that getting everything set up for the arm hurt like hell was an understatement - Losing it in the first place though hurt a lot more. In any case... Cora takes a deep breath with her eyes shut - carefully moving her new limb as she opened them again - reacthing it out towards a light and watching every motion she made.]
So... I guess I now know how Oxide feels by about a quarter... how does he put up with this...
[With that she's back on her feet, testing her balance before she rubs her neck with her meat arm.]
Right. Who's got the steadiest hands on the ship and is good with paint? I need that tattoo I lost with my old arm back a.s.a.p.
[She has a small grin on her face... it's been rough. But its time this mother bear got back on her feet to smash the crap out of things.]
[Cora just got some confirmation back from Britannian HQ and got things double confirmed with the doctors on board. The findings on the Tunnel Stalkers and the Ascended... were quite grim indeed. Cora's espression was strained as she looked over the papers before she just tossed them aside.]
Those...sick sons of...
[Her voice was labored - like she was struggling not to feel sick out of the utter disgust that was running through her. Photos, documentation, autopsies, DNA comparisons. The Monsters in the tunnels used to be humans. Some of them were members of Exvoritam Filios true... but a great majority were innocent civilians reported missing by family and friends. The youngest of them was barely midway through his teens.]
Damnit...
[The process that twisted them was irreversable, and even if it was, the trauma inflicted would have long lasting reprecussions. Cora leaned against a wall - her hand covering her face as she recalled the other bit ofinformation included.]
E-115... Just where did they get this stuff...
[The Codename slapped onto the energy producing mineral that was implanted into all of the Stalkers, as well as the Ascended. Presumably tied to their abilities. Most of the samples were in Britannia, but a few were left on the Chalice as well. Preliminary studies were still trying to place things about it - but what could be confirmed was that it is not of this Earth.]
[2] [DULLAHAN COMMANDO: REARMED] (OoC:*SHOT*)
[To say that getting everything set up for the arm hurt like hell was an understatement - Losing it in the first place though hurt a lot more. In any case... Cora takes a deep breath with her eyes shut - carefully moving her new limb as she opened them again - reacthing it out towards a light and watching every motion she made.]
So... I guess I now know how Oxide feels by about a quarter... how does he put up with this...
[With that she's back on her feet, testing her balance before she rubs her neck with her meat arm.]
Right. Who's got the steadiest hands on the ship and is good with paint? I need that tattoo I lost with my old arm back a.s.a.p.
[She has a small grin on her face... it's been rough. But its time this mother bear got back on her feet to smash the crap out of things.]
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What's up, Momma Bear? 'R those th' tests on them monsters?
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We're gonna go git em' right?
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Jo. We're going to make sure that they're gonna regret every moment they walk this Earth.
Dozer. Chips. Every single person they've put through whatever twisted science they've been using.
[Her hand tightens into a fist.]
And I'll make sure the explosion's big enough to be seen from space when we finally put them down.
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"What is this?" He hisses, hand falling to a sword not currently at his side.
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[Cora's face is still set in a disgusted grimace.]
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"We must find the nest from which these vermin sprang...and squash them all. For Britannia."
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Besides all of this, were they able to learn anything about the Izanami Virus?
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[She walked over to several files and picked one up, handing it over to Lynn.]
All that's the detailed stuff... but that virus? Its not biological. Its a plague of nanomachines - all made from Universal Alloy - they get in any way they can - and once they're in...
[The Civilians... yeah.]
But that's not the main problem with them. They adapt to whatever people try to do to cure them Idris.
Pharmaceuticals and chemicals that won't hurt someone sick with them, Sub-Zero temperatures, they were going to test with acid next before they stopped that experiment and gave those things another resistance.
If a bunch get wrecked, the others learn from it and get stronger.
[The notes were much more descriptive - adaption times, chemical variants - everything just painted a truly grim picture.]
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Then... then there's no way to cure everyone with it! Or you'd have to keep finding them over and over again!
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Idris, this isn't exactly your field but - do you think you can try to come up with something? Anything?
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... Takeda couldn't be doing this on his own. It would require... you'd have to spend your lifetime thinking up and designing a nanomachine system like this, and Universal Alloy is worthless without mastery of String Theory on top of that.
He's getting help. I don't know from whom but either he's using someone's notes or they're in league with him and Blitz Valhalla. Someone left fingerprints all over the design of these things, we just need to figure out who.
And until we can figure out who...
[She lets out a weak sigh.]
The best we can do is treat the symptoms rather than the disease itself. If we're lucky, the virus will at least not adapt to that too.
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[One would shudder to think what would happen if they didn't even have that.]
Its got to be someone with a lot of influence. If they've got Volshoft working for them and no one else...
Any names come to mind?
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Prior to Second Impact, Universal Alloy was billed as being able to help countless scientists realize otherwise impossible things. Things like metal that turned heat and pressure into electricity or superconductors beyond what we've ever seen.
If I can get access to any information about contracts and grants Britannia was planning on following the success of the Tritech Plan... I might... might know what we'll be up against.
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With all the surprises they've thrown at us, just having an inkling would give us an edge...
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The grenades I was able to warp in at Madrid could at least incapacitate Typhon, and they pretty much cover all the needs one would have for them. I think... that means the armory the Node's connected to is automated. And at the very least, it's on our side.
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Automated or not, things might get ugly if the plug is pulled.
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[Richard chimes in with a disheartened look as he picks up the discarded papers, putting them back on the desk.]
All sorts of alien life out there... some bad, some good, all of them potential sources. And thats not even getting into the ones not from this universe...
Have to worry how much more they've got though...
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[She sighs tiredly.]
How's my new arm coming along?
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...which reminds me, I need your measurements.
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[She gives him a sly smile and gets close, reaaaally close.]
Getting back at me for that incident on the plane?
[Ah yes, the ass-grab. Couldn't forget that now could we? Cora just stays uncomfortably close before backing off with a laugh.]
I'm just kidding, don't worry Richard. Just go ahead and take them.
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[You can almost see him steam up. And not because he's using Truth's Sight.]
I-If you can get them to me... It'll help in getting the arm p-properly fitted. I mean, Raynor and I are similarl enough I could work off myself, but uh... For you...
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Thanks for taking care of this for me Richard.
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Speaking of... 2
[Richard lets out a sigh of relief as he watches Cora move about, his work looking like it had succeeded quite well.]
Need you to keep me posted on how it feels... any odd twitch or sensation from it might mean it didn't attach to the nerves properly. And we'd rather not have you accidentally crush stuff.
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[She pauses for a moment, taking a boxer's stance and doing a few quick jabs - pausing every few moments to readjust herself.]
Hey... Richard. Could you hold /really/ still? Need to check something. Promise it won't hurt.
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[Richard grabs a nearby tray and holds it up in front of him. Just in case he's right about what Cora is thinking...]
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[There was a sudden whine - one Richard would definitely associate with the mechanical arm throwing a punch... except... nothing? Actually, taking a good look - the arm was all but milimeters from hitting the tray.]
Well... the control's good, almost as good as the one its taking over for.
[With that she gives Richard a wink as she lightly tapped on the tray as if it was a door.]
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[Still, Richard's a bit proud by the result. Definitely one of his most finely tuned pieces of work... Time to put the tray down then.]
As for the tattoo... I'd probably say one of the veteran pilots? They always have to be careful with their trigger fingers...
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... Heh...
[She ran her fingers against the cool metal of the prosthetic.]
Lucas would probably find it pretty cool that I got something like this...
I'd definitely have to spend weeks telling him it'd be a bad idea to get one for himself though.
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[And he'd rather not have to replace yet another arm.]
Hope it serves you well though. If it ever fails you, that's me failing you.
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[Yuu seems completely oblivious to how insensitive this might sound, he's even chuckling a bit.]
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That was one of the worst puns I've ever heard. Of all time scarface.
[She shakes her head and chuckles.]
Still pretty funny though.
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You need someone good with paint yeah?
I actually did up some detailing on my bike, I could probably do that!
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