Futuristic Welcome to Doxos

[Tasteless]

Hadley

Animal Biologist - Feeling Nervous - Located on the ship - stepping onto Doxos

Hadley stood in what felt like a swarm of thousands of people, which wasn't far from the truth. The colonists had prepared for this for years, and they finally landed on Doxos two days before now. The exit was massive, and hundreds of people stood in wait. Some were workers, and they carried bags with tools and supplies that could easily be carried. Others were security, they carried weapons and most seemed to have a cold look on their faces, or maybe it was determination. Hadley on the other hand, had a small bag with not much in it. She had her Beretta tightly secured on her hip and her black bag slung over her shoulder. Inside was a few testing kits, small medical equipment and snacks.
The captain had ordered everyone into groups to keep the exit from the Kryptonia calm and smooth. Hadley just so happened to be in group A, meaning they would be the first to leave the ship. There would only be a few minutes in between groups, but Hadley would have preferred to be the final group.
The captain looks to group A, and signals for them all to step forward. Hadley felt like her legs were frozen, her anxiety increasing with every second. Until someone accidentally bumped into her, snapping her out of her mind and forcing her to step forward with her group. With a knot in her stomach she watches the captain smile before he slowly enters a code on a key panel. Blue lights emit from the ceiling signifying the opening of the exit. The doors slowly slide open, light pours in quickly and Hadley is blind for a moment.
She grunts and rubs her eyes, before looking up in awe. Clean and fresh air blows into the ship, bringing a small chill but a wonderful smell. A smell Hadley had never smelt. It was the smell of land untouched by pollution or harmful chemicals.
Group A slowly begins to exit the ship, walking down the ramp carefully. No one was pushing, no one was talking. Everyone was in silence as they looked at the beautiful land. The kryptonia seems to have landed on an almost desert like area, with small pools of crystal blue water scattered around. In the distance Hadley could see a large formation of trees, it likely held a good amount of the native wildlife. There was also a mountain range that towered nearby. Yet the most spectacular was the tree. A massive tree was about a mile a head of them, it towered over the ship, over the younger trees not far away. It had to be thousands of years old and was larger than any tree on earth, Hadley could hear the songs of the Listoi that were nested within the trees, and excitement grew in her belly.
She hadn't realized she was still standing on the ramp until someone pushed her again, "s-sorry." she mumbles before walking off the ramp and onto the soft dirt of Doxos. She approaches one of the small pools of water, looking into it she expected to see dirt. She expected the water to be foggy and undrinkable, but instead is was crystal clear. The water shimmered as if glitter had been poured over it, She kneels down and slowly slides her hand into the liquid. The sting was welcomed from the cold liquid, and she could clearly see her hand through the liquid. "Amazing.." she mumbles softly, before standing back up and drying off her hand.
"Carpenters, builders, You all are set to work near the tree. Go to the area and see if you can build there, but try not to damage the land too much." The captain bellows from the ship, before signalling for group B to exit the ship. Hadley watches the builders begin to walk towards the tree, and she decides to quickly follow after them.

Spoiler: Landing Area

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[Viper Actual]

KILO SQUAD
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Entrenching tools. Flares. Diagnostics tools. Ammunition. Auditory warning systems. Oxygen masks. Medical kits. Corporal Alfonso Rojas sighed and shook his head. Looking up from his tablet (which was showing the final, re-visioned, checklist for their preliminary gear) he was met with the sight of a hundred people staring at the large blast doors in front of them. In a way he found it funny. Come to think of it they all looked kind of stupid just standing there, at least out of context.

Today though he didn't blame them. It was a special day. A happy day.

"I hope the animals here make for a good steak," said Tremell, utterly destroying the moment. Rojas glanced over to him. "It'll be your first day on solid ground and you're already thinking of steak?"

Tremell nodded.

"Unbelievable," replied Rojas while shaking his head. Seated next to him was Hart who chuckled. "Fuck the steak. I'm itching for some of those beautiful vistas. Sure will be something to drive for miles and not see a forest of skyscrapers dotting the horizon."

The men all nodded. It sure would be something. Rojas couldn't imagine it though. At least not yet.

When the announcement came and the door began to open all of them widened their eyes. As the fresh air blew over them they briefly forgot whatever scattered thoughts they still had. Fresh air was as mythological as whales, or at least it had been back home. "Fresh air caves" was something of an urban legend. A great way to get mugged out in nowhere too. This on the other hand was the real deal. Rojas felt it, Tremell felt it and Hart felt it. Deep inside their bodies felt a craving they had not felt for a long time, if ever; the call from nature.

Once the groups began pouring out one of the logistical officers signaled Kilo Squad to move. Rojas nodded and shut the doors of their military patrol vehicle. Hart got the engine going. Silently the batteries started up and propelled the vehicle forward down a lane marked for vehicles.

As the wise words of the captain echoed out across the clearing Rojas looked out of his rolled down window at the settlers. He envied them. Not for the physical labor they were about to go through but because they were the first ones to feel the ground beneath their feet.

"Let's hope those Pathfinder-schmucks didn't forget to get dressed for today," muttered Tremell in the back seat. Rojas grunted. "Don't worry. They'll be here." He glanced over his shoulder.

"There's not a chance they'll miss out on this."

 

[spookie]

KAI ENGEL
"it's always the innocent ones."​

location: ship's ramp

with: n/a (open for interaction)

tags: n/a

mood: curious but very nervous

Though his legs and breath were shaky, Kai couldn't hide the rush of curiousity and excitement that fluttered in his chest. The crowds surrounding him seemed almost to move as one entity, which impressed the boy but also concerned him as it would make locating Shiloh more difficult. He knew his brother was also a part of Group A, but the pair had become separated in the mass of humanity.

The idea of stepping outside without his older sibling terrified Kai, but curiousity was a strong motivator and so he slowly followed the others while peering over his shoulder every few steps. One hand grasped his bag of supplies, mostly medical or emergency in nature. He had a small multipurpose knife given to him by Shiloh, but it wasn't much of a weapon. Kai decided not to let his mind focus too much on situations where such a thing might be needed. It would hardly do him any good.

He watched their captain warily as the man entered some sort of code, a sudden flash of blue light causing Kai to gasp audibly.

This was really, really it.

It was at once blinding and thrilling and intimidating, a waterfall of sensations almost as alien as the planet that came into view as his pale eyes adjusted to unfamiliar light.

"So this is Doxos..." Kai murmured quietly to himself, peering around and trying desperately to take in everything at once.

Others were beginning to step outside, but Kai hesitated and remained on the ramp. He really did need to find Shiloh. A person bumped into him and he offered a quiet apology, but they didn't so much as look back. It was understandable, really. They'd waited a lifetime for this.

Catching sight of a familiar shock of black hair, Kai clumsily made his way through the crowd in the general direction of the person he thought was Shiloh, but it was no use. By the time he'd pushed through the mass of people, his brother was nowhere in sight. The captain made an announcement involving carpenters, and more people poured from the confines of the ship out towards the vivid light of Doxos.

"Hey," Kai said rather sheepishly, flagging down a random passerby, "have you um, seen my brother? He's pale, black hair, not much taller than me..."

He felt bad for inconvienencing the person, but finding Shiloh was still his top priority. Besides, the sooner he found his brother, the sooner they could get a real look outside.

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

Azur Al-Nadhir
Location: Makeshift TOC within the ship.
Nearby Personnel: None. ​

Monitors flashed before him, and the steady whirring of electricity surrounded Azur. With his headset dangling from his neck, the prior insurgent crossed his arms and allowed himself a glance outside of the window. The view was nothing short of astonishing, but the TOC Operator had little desire to step outside the ship just yet. Work came first, and his job began the second groups of personnel stepped out into the unknown. The room he stood in functioned as his own makeshift control center for the time being, and while it wasn’t appealing to Azur, it would have to suffice until construction personnel were able to provide either a hardstand or a sizeable, designated tent for him to relocate to. Turning away from the monitors, Al-Nadhir approached a table littered with various papers and a few sparsely detailed maps. What bothered him the most was the lack of information he had regarding the surrounding area, and the hostilities that could lie in wait just out of his view.

Thankfully, he did recite the order of operations that would occur upon landing, and between the Pathfinder personnel and the static security elements within the immediate vicinity, he anticipated a smooth setup initially. Clearing away some of the papers that were obscuring the map, Azur braced himself over the table and scanned the details one final time, ensuring he was prepared to make the call outs to the security units on the ground. Satisfied, he lifted the headset that was around his neck and carefully placed it over his ears, adjusting his shemagh enough to allow the muffs to fit without difficulty. Turning away from the map and crossing his arms, he gazed at the whiteboard and spoke into the headset after enabling contact.

”All security personnel, this is Vulture Main, radio check in sequence, break...” Azur paused momentarily, allowing those he contacted to prepare to respond. “Kilo Squad, Pathfinder Elements, over.”

He was also due to attempt contact with emergency services personnel, but he figured that on site medical staff were dealing with their own set of issues at the moment. Between the inevitable chaos that the first few hours of colonization would invoke, along with the constant chatter between colonizers, he decided it best to focus his efforts towards ensuring he could maintain steady contact with the armed elements among the colonists. After he received a valid radio check from those he attempted to contact, Azur paced around the center table while side-eying the board. Most of his wording came from memory, rather than reading his notes, seeing as he had plenty of time to memorize everything he learned about Droxos long before landing.

”Kilo Squad and Pathfinder Elements, this is Vulture Main. Reports of the surrounding area suggest that wildlife within the immediate vicinity is not hostile, and sensors taken while entering the atmosphere did not reveal any potential OpFor. The current objective parameters are to ensure colonizers are able to conduct their duties with haste, and make the transition from ship to ground smoothly. As it stands, should any wildlife or potential hostiles be attracted to the commotion and approach colonizers, you are advised to make attempts in deterring it‘s presence passively. Should it pose a threat or attack colonizers, neutralize it by any means necessary. Also, discourage any non-security personnel from wandering off from their duty stations, please. Kilo Squad and Pathfinder Elements, if you intend on traveling more than four klicks outside of the designated area, please provide an update. The TOC, tracker technology, and comms with all emergency services has yet to be established, and I will not be able to keep eyes on you for the time being. Provide a SITREP or SALT report when convenient, or if any issues arise. Further objectives will be tasked when they come down from higher up. Welcome to Droxos, brothers, stay safe, over.” His Levantine Arabic accent echoed over the transceiver, until his voice was replaced by the low whisper of static.

With his information passed down, Azur began to fiddle with the communication equipment and prepare his gear to be moved out of the ship and into his new area of operations. Aside from that, all he could do was listen to the static of the radio and further situate himself. A part of him was excited to have finally landed, but another part of him was incessantly worrying. A multitude of things could go wrong at any given time, and who is to say that this entire attempt won’t fail horrifically? Gingerly dusting off his grey beret, he sighed and held it against his head, muttering a small prayer before resuming his previous activities.

موعد العرض

Mentions: None.
Interactions: Kilo Squad Viper Actual
Savua ONI
Locke screaming armadillo
(Along with any other static security or pathfinder elements that join.)
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[Delphine]

Delphine - Plant Biologist - Located on the ramp - Feeling anxious​

Delphine had never been so anxious in her life. The excitement of being part of something new, worthwhile... It was exciting, and refreshing. When the captain spoke, well.. She didn't listen. She was too nervous, after all. She just looked around at the various faces surrounding her. So many new people, coming to Doxos to find a new life.. A new path. And there was no turning back either. She could barely stand.

When the doors opened, she held her breath, speechless. After spending years on the Kryptonia, a breath of fresh air was all that she needed. The surrounding area was breathtaking. She was curious about everything, every species, all the wildlife they'd find... All the new discoveries. This was really a dream come true, to be part of something bigger than herself.

Delphine walked onto the ramp, looking around. Her eyes were wide open, and for the first time in a long while, she felt... Alive. She paid no attention to the captain speaking, since it didn't involve her at all. She regained her normal straight face once she saw a boy approaching her. When he started talking to her, she shook her head slightly "No, I'm sorry.. I haven't-.. I-" She might've had a very Parisian accent, but her English was practically perfect. She looked around "I didn't see anyone matching that description..." She then turned back to him and frowned lightly "...How about you stick with me? You look a bit young, and I don't want you to lose yourself even more than you have. I'll stay with you until you find your brother, okay?" She said, sighing.

New beginnings, new Delphine. She wanted to meet new people, and for that to happen, she'd have to start talking to them "My name is Dr. Belrose, but you can call me Delphine" She said, putting her hand out for him to shake it. She stopped frowning by then, but it didn't mean that she was smiling... Instead just having a neutral expression on her face

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[Triforce]

Spoiler: Plain Text

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters
Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together (open to anyone else as well if you want in)
Rashaad huffed as he looked over the data before him. This was ridiculous and it was only going to get worse, he knew. The researchers had been instructed before leaving Earth what their duties would be, but sloughing through miles of data was horrid at best. They had sent out the robots yesterday, trusting the landing on the planet to be true enough to risk sending out drones to see what would come. Yet the information received was more and less than they had hoped and expected.

They had expected to land by the largest tree in the clearing, yes. But the information from that tree alone was enough to make the poor, frustrated researcher want to start pulling out his hair. Doxos had things they could use, but they would continue to use their own resources from this ship for now. But the life was all too similar to Earth in some ways, yet nothing alike in others. And there was only wilderness. They would need to set up their own towers to ensure planet wide communications were easily available without having to always rely on the ship itself. That was the entire point. Become self sufficient!

"Having problems, my dear twin?" Fakhir asked, coming up next to his brother with a small wave. He was less frustrated with all there was they simply didn't know or understand about this place yet, but Rashaad was sure the time would come soon enough for his brother. "There is only a year or so's worth of data here." He grinned as Rashaad rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"You know, you can shut it." He huffed and looked back at his tablet. "Drone 2 has been sending back regular updates since we sent it out yesterday and we're the ones who have to sort through it."

"Well, Drone 1 is the only reason we knew we could start sending out the teams. Group A is going to get the buildings up first and then we can really have our base and everything we need. Best to keep sorting through all of this now while we can before they tell us to jump ship as well." Fakhir chuckled, looking over Rashaad's shoulder at the information scrolling. He blinked and paused it, the two reading through the code sent back.

"We'll send this forward." Rashaad decided after a moment, Fakhir nodding his agreement. "Can't keep this crap to ourselves." He grinned and swiped through a few different pages before copying the information into it. The location seemed perfect, it was close enough, it had the shelter from the elements, and it would clearly work better with a tower there than the comms system they would have now. He sent it on to the captain of the Pathfinders in Group A as well as to the captain of the Explorers, just in case.

The two were tasked with going through all of the notes from the drones with several others, sending on important information to whomever would find it helpful or even necessary. They would be one of the last groups to leave the ship but Rashaad and Fakhir didn't mind at the moment. This was too important to screw up with any mistakes and especially the sort that might take someone's life. At least the meteorologists and forecasters had noticed no storm patterns in the area for a time. Good weather to greet them after their work was over would be lovely.

OOC: I'll post as Fakhir and Rashaad together right now, but they'll separate when they are off the ship.

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D o x o s

「Rashaad & Fakhir: Captain of My Soul」

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters
Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together (open to anyone else as well if you want in)​

Rashaad huffed as he looked over the data before him. This was ridiculous and it was only going to get worse, he knew. The researchers had been instructed before leaving Earth what their duties would be, but sloughing through miles of data was horrid at best. They had sent out the robots yesterday, trusting the landing on the planet to be true enough to risk sending out drones to see what would come. Yet the information received was more and less than they had hoped and expected.

They had expected to land by the largest tree in the clearing, yes. But the information from that tree alone was enough to make the poor, frustrated researcher want to start pulling out his hair. Doxos had things they could use, but they would continue to use their own resources from this ship for now. But the life was all too similar to Earth in some ways, yet nothing alike in others. And there was only wilderness. They would need to set up their own towers to ensure planet wide communications were easily available without having to always rely on the ship itself. That was the entire point. Become self sufficient!

"Having problems, my dear twin?" Fakhir asked, coming up next to his brother with a small wave. He was less frustrated with all there was they simply didn't know or understand about this place yet, but Rashaad was sure the time would come soon enough for his brother. "There is only a year or so's worth of data here." He grinned as Rashaad rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"You know, you can shut it." He huffed and looked back at his tablet. "Drone 2 has been sending back regular updates since we sent it out yesterday and we're the ones who have to sort through it."

"Well, Drone 1 is the only reason we knew we could start sending out the teams. Group A is going to get the buildings up first and then we can really have our base and everything we need. Best to keep sorting through all of this now while we can before they tell us to jump ship as well." Fakhir chuckled, looking over Rashaad's shoulder at the information scrolling. He blinked and paused it, the two reading through the code sent back.

"We'll send this forward." Rashaad decided after a moment, Fakhir nodding his agreement. "Can't keep this crap to ourselves." He grinned and swiped through a few different pages before copying the information into it. The location seemed perfect, it was close enough, it had the shelter from the elements, and it would clearly work better with a tower there than the comms system they would have now. He sent it on to the captain of the Pathfinders in Group A as well as to the captain of the Explorers, just in case.

The two were tasked with going through all of the notes from the drones with several others, sending on important information to whomever would find it helpful or even necessary. They would be one of the last groups to leave the ship but Rashaad and Fakhir didn't mind at the moment. This was too important to screw up with any mistakes and especially the sort that might take someone's life. At least the meteorologists and forecasters had noticed no storm patterns in the area for a time. Good weather to greet them after their work was over would be lovely.

OOC: I'll post as Fakhir and Rashaad together right now, but they'll separate when they are off the ship.

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[Tasteless]

Hadley

Animal Biologist - Feeling Amazed - Located near home-tree

Hadley followed the carpenters to the tree, and she stood in amazement. It towered over her, the sweet scent drifted off its leaves and it gave her the chills. A vehicles drove past Hadley and all she could think was that they would scare any nearby animals.
She approaches the trunk of the tree, and places her palm against its soft wood. It almost felt like silk, and it was lightly damp. She glanced around and noticed that everyone was already getting to work. Some where digging at the dirt, which was mildly irritating yet she knew it would have to be done. All of them seemed to be ignoring the tree as if it wasn't an amazing sight.
Gripping her bag, Hadley begins to head towards the woods. It was her job after all, to gather samples of any animals that could be nearby. She walks quickly, not necessarily wanting anyone to stop her, or join her.
Once she enters the woods, she is in awe again. Beautiful plants scattered over the ground among tall trees that swayed with every sweet-scented gust. Then she heard a soft rustle, with her hand on her Beretta, she slowly moves through the trees. Until her eyes land on something truly amazing.
Sarnur.
The massive canines were laying in a small patch of flattened grass near a large in-ground tunnel. The adults seemed to be sleeping, while three young pups chewed on a Kahorn carcass. The pups weren't very big, and didn't have horns like the adults nearby. Their fur was also much shorter, and more downy.
Hadley sets her bag down and retrieves her camera, snapping several photos of the beautiful family. Once she was satisfied, she decides to slowly retrace her steps to avoid the large carnivores. She didn't feel like becoming anyone's lunch, at least not before she has a chance to see more.
She slowly makes her way through the forest, snapping photos of plants and small animals like the Quezix. After some time, possibly about an hour, she decides to make her way back to home tree. Just as she steps out into the field, clearly visible to everyone. She hears a small snap of a twig and rustling behind her. She turns around, expecting a curious bird perhaps. A soft whimper, and she pulls back a large fern to reveal one of the Sarnur pups. Its icy gaze meets hers and she gasps, lurching backwards in shock. The small canine-like creature was much smaller than the three she had seen earlier, and also seemed.. different. When the small pup emerges from the bush, she realizes what.
All the pups who were the same age had nubs where their horns would be, this little one did not, it also had a very short tail! "Oh my gosh." She whispers, inching closer to the pup, despite its soft growls and nips. It can't be.. evolution within the species? She holds her hand out to the small pup, who sniffs it for a moment. "Its okay.. i wont hurt you." she whispers, before the pup bites her finger. "MOTHER FUC-" she bites her lip, she didn't want others to be drawn to her and this small pup. Who stood growling despite being dwarfed by Hadley.
She sucks the blood off her finger for a moment, before reaching into her bag. "Look." She says softly, kneeling down as she pulls out beef jerky she had taken from the ship. She breaks off a piece and tosses it at the pup, before taking a bite herself. "See!" she says, swallowing her bite. "Its not bad, is it?" She smirks as the pup gobbles down its piece, before looking at her expectantly. But.. Why is it all alone..?

Spoiler: Sarnur Pup

 

[spookie]

KAI ENGEL
"it's always the innocent ones."​

location: ship's ramp

with: delphine

tags: Delphine

mood: nervous but thankful

Kai nodded as the woman he'd approached said that she hadn't seen his brother. It was slightly disheartening, but the white-haired boy hoped this didn't show on his face. She'd been polite to even stop, considering the rush to make it outside that was happening around them.

"Oh, that's okay... thanks anyways," he said softly, his words fading away as she continued to speak.

He sighed a bit in relief when she offered to stay, there was no denying that looking so young had its benefits sometimes. While Kai didn't want to admit it, he disliked being away from familiar faces, and tended to trail after anyone who showed him the slightest bit of kindness like a lost kitten when he was.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Bel– er, Delphine. It means a lot... I'm not really used to going places without him."

He offered her a bright, if nervous smile before shaking her hand.

"Oh, and I'm Kai, by the way. Kai Engel. My brother is Shiloh Engel, but I doubt that would ring a bell for you. He's, um, not the most social guy."

Running a hand through his snowy hair, Kai continued to peer through the crowds, his eyes widening every time a person with black hair passed by. So far he hadn't caught sight of his brother again, but having another person with him slightly soothed his growing anxiety, and he reasoned that Shiloh really couldn't have gotten very far.

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Viper Actual]

KILO SQUAD
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The vehicle was quickly moving away from the initial settlement and out into the nearby wilds. As a precaution Rojas had ordered his squad to roll up their windows in case of a sudden meeting with one of Doxos' less friendly natives.
A light flashed on the dashboard, signaling an incoming transmission from the ship. As Rojas clicked it on he also spoke up.

"Go for Kilo Squad," he said while staring at the radio. As the friendly voice of TOC echoed through it the men relaxed a bit. Always felt nice to have someone watching over you.

Once Azur finished Rojas tilted his head to get a better view of the GPS-screen mounted next to Hart's steering wheel before sending a response.
"Roger that Vulture Main. Kilo One copies all. We're approximately one click away from the first waypoint, over."

Having finished Rojas pointed at something in front of the vehicle. A small hill. "There."

Hart nodded and slowed down, pulling up next to a fallen tree covered in moss and vines at the base of the hill.
As soon as the vehicle came to a stop the men were quick to exit. All-terrain boots, plated composite armor, white helmets and camouflaged fatigues was the dresscode of the day.

In their hands were prototype ballistic firearms reserved only for Pathfinder and Colonial Defense units with compact bullpup designs, digital ammunition counters and other nifty functions.
Rojas pointed towards the hill. "Tremell. Sweep the perimeter. Hart. Stay with the vehicle and monitor the radio. I'll get the sensor out.

The men nodded and got to work.

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It had only taken a couple of minutes but Rojas did nonetheless sigh with relief as the small sensor device in front of him was ready.
Just as Tremell came walking out of the forest in a casual manner Rojas sighed and wiped the sweat from his face.

"No contacts, no nothing." Said Tremell with a hint of disappointment. Rojas chuckled. "Next beacon we do is on you then, private."

Tremell grunted and shrugged while Hart could be heard snickering from where he stood. Rojas looked down at the tripod-mounted device which wasn't much but an ugly waist-high strut with padding and lights on it.

"TOC this is Kilo One. First sensor is up and running. Should be getting telemetry from it right about...now."

Inb4Cloaker

 

[Archie]

Alucard
Trauma Surgeon - On the Ramp​

"For the last time, Levi, you can't do a laparatomy in a shipping container." Al grumbled, following another man in a white lab coat. His computer-watch kept buzzing, as TOC Operations had been trying to reach him for the better part of an hour, but this was too important.

"It's multiple shipping containers" Dr. Levi Philipps responded. The gray haired neurosurgeon sped up his pace, but the tall and long-legged Al could easily catch up to him.

"Container hospitals have been successfully tested in Liberia. You'll be fine" Philipps assured, but with a tone that was more indifferent than reassuring.

Over the past two months, the old neurosurgeon had managed to convince the captain to offload emergency services and force them to establish a temporary hospital off ship, at least until a permanent building could be built. The ship's medical bay, with its state of the art technology and quarantine rooms, was only equipped to handle medical operations on the voyage, not the range of accidents that could happen ashore. For weeks, it had been the source of contention between routine operations, including neurosurgery and opthalomy, and emergency services. Last week, Dr. Philipps and the routine operations camp had finally won.

"I think the best funded expedition in history deserves better healthcare standards than those of Liberia!" Al protested.

"Well it doesn't matter much what you think, now does it Dr. Shang?" asked Levi Philipps, turning around and smiling.

"The truth is, I've been practicing for over thirty years, while you'd still be doing your residency if the DC Chief Medical Examiner didn't insist on you coming with us, for some reason" said Dr. Philipps, sending a chill down Alucard's spine. Did Dr. Philipps know the real reason Al was here?

"So, whenever the captain and XO want medical advice, they come to me. Not you. Good day" Dr. Philipps said, turning into the medical bay that he now considered his.

Al grunted, then banged his fist on the wall, loud enough for the doctors inside the medical bay to hear, but he didn't care. Seething, he powerwalked towards the loading ramp, finally taking a look at his computer-watch to see his long message history. Sighing, he tapped on the comm from TOC.

"Vulture Main this is Slash" Al started. It was a horrible callsign for a trauma surgeon, but someone high up evidently thought it was funny.

"Sorry for the delay. Facilities are being rolled out, emergency services will be active in 2 hours"

It was at that point Al had an idea.

"Do you have a comm link with homeworld? The electronic medical records are out of date, and we need to synch them" he asked. It was a benign request, but one that concealed a deeper intent. As part of his mission to report research findings directly to the United States DoD, and not to expedition command, Al needed a secure way to establish communications. He didn't even think of EMR sharing until now.

As he said that, he headed onto the crowded ramp, filled with people who were trying to get off the ship. Security personnel fanned out ahead, while a legion of researchers descended on the planet, eagerly studying the poison plants.

Inb4Cloaker

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

Azur Al-Nadhir
Location: Makeshift TOC within the ship.
Nearby Personnel: None.


With the response of Kilo squad and their rapid mobilization, Azur eased back towards his equipment and resumed packing up a majority of his possessions. When his hands passed along his AK-74u, the prior insurgent paused and took a minute to collapse the stock, as well as remove the magazine. He had the presence of mind to not chamber a round when he first assembled the weapon, just hours before landing, however he didn’t believe he would be stuck on the ship for so long. Between the construction teams getting to work and the research teams slowly starting to spread out, Al-Nadhir did indeed see that it was a somewhat organized madhouse down below the ship. The excitement that radiated from everyone elicited a smile from him, and just for a second, he slipped one of the earmuffs off his head and leaned against the window. For the first time, he truly took in the sight that was Droxos, and it was beautiful. Perhaps the planet would provide him the opportunity to wash away the crimes he committed, and instead create something better with his life.​

His soul searching didn’t last long, however, because he received a transmission from Alucard. With a soft sight of relief, Azur grunted and slipped the earmuff back on. Back to work.

”Slash, this is Vulture Main, comms are coming in a bit broken, but readable.” He replied over the hiss of static, placing his weapon back on the table and dragging a metal folding chair over towards the monitors.

Sure enough, he had established contact with the trauma surgeon, thankfully. Azur didn’t want to admit it, especially over a comms station, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he would be in contact with Alucard more often than not. Deep inside himself, the prior insurgent knew that somehow, somewhere, someone would suffer an accident. He could only hope that there wouldn’t be any fatalities anytime soon, and the call for help he was told to pass on would be something minor, like a broken bone. He didn’t necessarily mind passing on more morbid information, but when someone under his watch, or the security details watch eventually passed away, he’d no doubt feel responsible for not working harder to prevent it. He then received a response for Alucard, and a question.

”Slash this is Vulture Main, while TOC Operations doesn’t currently have a link, there’d be no reason why we couldn’t establish one. I’ll put in a request up to the eggheads in R&D to put aside some resources for one; secure of course, what with HIPPA and all that. Emergency Services will be available in two hours, confirmed. I’ll go ahead and send that info to Security Elements. Thanks for the update, and stay safe, over,” Azur finished his response with haste, but also with a sense of confusion that was easily masked over the radio.

Why would they need to establish a link to the home world? It could make sense from a safety standpoint, to make sure all information is accurate, but wouldn’t medical staff already have all the information they need? Shaking his head, he blinked off the unusual request and settled on what he already knew. From his few previous encounters with Alucard, he formulated the opinion that he was a pretty well rounded man, and had no reason to doubt his intentions. Azur was seconds away from contacting R&D when Kilo Squad pinged him.

”Kilo One this is Vulture main, receiving the transmissions now, break...” He viewed the information to make sure that there were no discrepancies with the transmissions, and, when satisfied, he continued.

”All information is coming in clean. Outstanding work. Kilo One, we just established communications with medical, and they have an estimated time of two hours before all EMS services are prepared for operations. As for objective parameters, continue to...“ Azurs voice dissipated for a split second before returning, as though he saw something that changed his disposition. “Kilo One, be advised, the sensors are picking up unusual activity roughly one and a half kilcks south of your current location, near the edge of the large tree. It seems to be wildlife, but it’s presence is a bit too close for comfort. As of right now, we don’t know it’s intention or level of hostility. Please discourage its presence with haste, then continue on with activating the sensors. Approach with caution, and be aware of your backdrop. If lethal use of force is required, we don’t want any stray rounds rebounding towards colony personnel. Provide a SALT or SITREP if needed, or when the unknown organisms are visualized, over.”

For a moment, the radio fell silent once more. That was, until Azurs voice echoed over the comms again. This time, while he did retain his composure, his tone held more urgency.

”Kilo Main, the is Vulture Main. Double time to the disturbance; we’ve determined that one of the signatures near the unknown organisms is a colonist. The colonist doesn’t seem to be moving, and is within potential arms reach of one of the unknowns. If the colonist is in risk of harm or is being threatened by the organism, designate the wildlife as OpFor and neutralize it immediately. I’m going to contact R&D to see if they can figure out what exactly the sensors picked up, and see if the colonist is one of their people, over.” With that Al-Nadhir silently cursed and reached across the monitor, looking over the blips as he hastily worked to contact R&D.

It took Azur more than the amount of time he would like to spare to contact the Research team, and he hoped that his efforts wouldn’t be in vain. With any luck, the drones they had would be able to give a solid description of what they are dealing with. Normally, Azur would be much more relaxed, however, the fact that there is a colonist nearby and numerous unknown organisms within the immediate vicinity, he feels as though it’s better to be safe than sorry. When he finally established contact with R&D, his voice boomed over the radio.

”R&D, this is Vulture Main. Security personnel have placed a sensor nearby, and the readings detected numerous unknown beings, as well as a colonist that is unusually close to one of the foreign signatures. I‘m transmitting the location and the signature information to you now, please identify the colonist and signature ASAP. If it’s one of your people, tell them to relocate closer to the designated building areas and seek out security personnel. Kilo Squad is enroute now to deal with what we perceive as a potential threat, and we’d like to avoid any unnecessary waste of native life. Over.”

His final words lingered in the air around him. While he didn’t actively vocalize his warning to the R&D team out of respect, he very much insinuated that if they don’t provide a valid description of the unknown signatures, and if Kilo Squad deemed it a threat, their first experience with the native wildlife could very well be in the form of a cadaver.

عدائي؟

Mentions: (Colonist near unknown organisms.) Hadley Tasteless
Interactions: Kilo Squad Viper Actual
Alucard Archie
R&D Triforce​

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[Tasteless]

Hadley

Animal Biologist - Feeling Nervous - Located on Doxos then on the ship

Hadley sighed "You can't stay here, okay?" she tosses another piece of jerky towards the Sarnur, who once again gobbles it up. "You're pretty hungry.. huh?" She robs her face gently, looking back to the ship. No.. No animals are suppose to board the ship. Hadley groans internally, "You have to leave, I'm sure security is already on the way.. They could easily...." Hadley watches as the pup swishes its incredibly short tail, its gaze had softened as it begged for more jerky. "No. Go. Get!" she shoos, flapping her arms towards the trees. The pup whines and steps back into the shadows, when something incredible happens.
"Your.. your fur." She whispers, dropping to her knees to get a closer look. Certain spots on the Sarnur were now illuminated in the darkness, the beautiful blue glow that certain species seemed to have.. but why?
Hadley pulls out of piece of jerky and lures the pup back into the light, and the illumination stops. The fur was back to normal and showed no sign of abnormality in the light. "Amazing." She whispers, before looking around. "You're not going to like this, but i need to do formal tests on you. Tests i cant do out here in the field.." She wiggles the jerky and the pup comes closer, before she grabs it firmly by its scruff. It growls and thrashes, but Hadley didn't have time to calm it. "Here.. just.." She opens her bag and puts the pup inside. "Eat something in there." She whispers, before holding the bag firmly against her and standing up.
She quickly glances around before she hurries back towards the ship. Oh man.. oh man.. what am i gonna do with you? Oh gosh. She thinks frantically, she couldn't just leave the specimen, not if there are more tests she can do. It is her job after all! I'm in so much trouble!
Hadley gets to the ramp, and notices that pup has calmed down quite a bit within her bag. Please don't be dead! She begs internally. She passes by other colonists quickly, some bumping her but offering kind apologies.
She opens the elevator to head up to the biologist wing of the ship, once the doors close she reaches into the bag. She feels the pups soft fur for a moment, before its wet nose lightly touches her hand. He goes to pull her hand back out only to get a nasty bite again. She grits her teeth and sucks the blood from her hand once more. "At least you're alive.." she hisses softly before the elevator comes to a stop and he makes her way towards her laboratory.

 

[Triforce]

Spoiler: Plain Text

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless



The twins blinked as communication came through. Fakhir took up the comm as Rashaad read the translation created on his tablet for him. Huh. Surprising, yet not at all at the same time. They both pulled up the sensors and began scrolling through the information now being sent to them from the first sensor. At least they had that sensor up and working, now. Good. That meant they could go back to playing around with technology sooner rather than later, exactly what they wanted.

"There!" Fakhir nodded as they found the origin of concern. Yes, it did seem a colonist had wandered off and likely gotten lost or was just exploring for the sake of exploring. Either way, answers were clearly demanded of them from Vulture Main. He began the decoding as Rashaad worked to get an active visual on the target and creature in question.

"Well fuck." Rashaad snorted as they pulled it up. "That's one of the dog things," "Sarnur." Fakhir supplied with a nod. Rashaad rolled his eyes and smacked his twin for the interruption and continued. "And it's a puppy." He grinned. "We can have one as a pet. Raise it like the dogs back on Earth. Or even better." He suggested as Fakhir laughed.

"It seems that might be the idea." Fakhir grinned as the sensor noted the woman taking the sarnur puppy back to the ship. "Either a ersearcher has found the first victim or someone has just adopted a new puppy." He chuckled and dialed in to TOC. "This is R&D with news on the unknown and civilian. The creature is a Sarnur, noted from previous research. It is comparable to the pet dogs of Earth, it seems, not dangerous after a certain point but dangerous in certain ways. Probably makes an excellent pet. Consider them to be nothing more than wild dogs unless they attack otherwise." He advised.

"Just let her have her dumb pet." Rashaad called out in the background. "She's not dead, it's not dead, and rules are going to be broken no matter what you do."

"Regardless fo what my twin may say, this is no threat to anyone at this time." Fakhir continued. "The analysis is running on the colonist- she's one Hadley Marble, biologist and apparently animal addict." He read out from her information sheet listed on the ship's logs. "Not a danger to society or anything, but more likely to want to dissect the sanur pup than anything else at the moment." He informed.

They watched as the woman took the dog with her back to the ship and grinned. If a biologist took an animal from the wild into the ship, this would be hilarious. Either she was breaking the rules knowingly and willingly, or she was so addicted to animals she didn't even think about any consequences. This would be an interesting settlement here after all. But if she could try and sneak one on, then the rest of them would surely start trying as well. Fakhir laughed and contacted Vulture Main once more.

"Vulture Main, shall we send out a reminder of no animals on board and attempt to actively discourage the keeping of wild creatures from the planet here or shall we start our collection now before everyone else gets word of it?" He asked, looking at his twin as Rashaad scrolled through the fauna to find the one and pointed at it. "Make that, we are requesting a quezix immediately or we might be joining the ranks of rule breakers." He teased the man on the other end.

OOC: I'll post as Fakhir and Rashaad together right now, but they'll separate when they are off the ship.

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D o x o s

「Rashaad & Fakhir: Captain of My Soul」

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless



The twins blinked as communication came through. Fakhir took up the comm as Rashaad read the translation created on his tablet for him. Huh. Surprising, yet not at all at the same time. They both pulled up the sensors and began scrolling through the information now being sent to them from the first sensor. At least they had that sensor up and working, now. Good. That meant they could go back to playing around with technology sooner rather than later, exactly what they wanted.

"There!" Fakhir nodded as they found the origin of concern. Yes, it did seem a colonist had wandered off and likely gotten lost or was just exploring for the sake of exploring. Either way, answers were clearly demanded of them from Vulture Main. He began the decoding as Rashaad worked to get an active visual on the target and creature in question.

"Well fuck." Rashaad snorted as they pulled it up. "That's one of the dog things," "Sarnur." Fakhir supplied with a nod. Rashaad rolled his eyes and smacked his twin for the interruption and continued. "And it's a puppy." He grinned. "We can have one as a pet. Raise it like the dogs back on Earth. Or even better." He suggested as Fakhir laughed.

"It seems that might be the idea." Fakhir grinned as the sensor noted the woman taking the sarnur puppy back to the ship. "Either a ersearcher has found the first victim or someone has just adopted a new puppy." He chuckled and dialed in to TOC. "This is R&D with news on the unknown and civilian. The creature is a Sarnur, noted from previous research. It is comparable to the pet dogs of Earth, it seems, not dangerous after a certain point but dangerous in certain ways. Probably makes an excellent pet. Consider them to be nothing more than wild dogs unless they attack otherwise." He advised.

"Just let her have her dumb pet." Rashaad called out in the background. "She's not dead, it's not dead, and rules are going to be broken no matter what you do."

"Regardless fo what my twin may say, this is no threat to anyone at this time." Fakhir continued. "The analysis is running on the colonist- she's one Hadley Marble, biologist and apparently animal addict." He read out from her information sheet listed on the ship's logs. "Not a danger to society or anything, but more likely to want to dissect the sanur pup than anything else at the moment." He informed.

They watched as the woman took the dog with her back to the ship and grinned. If a biologist took an animal from the wild into the ship, this would be hilarious. Either she was breaking the rules knowingly and willingly, or she was so addicted to animals she didn't even think about any consequences. This would be an interesting settlement here after all. But if she could try and sneak one on, then the rest of them would surely start trying as well. Fakhir laughed and contacted Vulture Main once more.

"Vulture Main, shall we send out a reminder of no animals on board and attempt to actively discourage the keeping of wild creatures from the planet here or shall we start our collection now before everyone else gets word of it?" He asked, looking at his twin as Rashaad scrolled through the fauna to find the one and pointed at it. "Make that, we are requesting a quezix immediately or we might be joining the ranks of rule breakers." He teased the man on the other end.

OOC: I'll post as Fakhir and Rashaad together right now, but they'll separate when they are off the ship.



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[Viper Actual]

KILO SQUAD​

The message of a colonist being in possible danger had barely gone through when the men were already halfway back to their vehicle, leaving the sensor at its spot surrounded by some sandbags and extra padded plates for additional stability and protection against the wildlife. Someone else would have to fix that later. By the time Rojas and Tremell were seated Hart was already spinning up the engine and changing coordinates on the GPS.
Soon enough the vehicle was en route. "Kilo One to Vulture Main. We're mobile and our way to the target," said Rojas over the radio. Keeping some lost egghead out of harm's way felt far more pressing than making sure that the base for the sensor grid was up and running. It's not like the remaining nine sensors in the back of the trunk are going anywhere soon.

A flight of alien birds took to the skies as the jeep tumbled past dead trees and through shallow mudpits. For a brief moment Rojas feared that a larger specimen of the same species would try to snatch one of the colonists. Tremell on the other hand briefly stopped loading his shotgun and began to fantasize about a night-time barbecue.

Once the vehicle was approaching the Home Tree they pulled up some distance away near the original point of interest rather than all the way back at the settlement and ramp. Hart remained at the wheel while Rojas and Tremell quickly jumped out, the latter now carrying a pump-action shotgun loaded with stun-rounds. Rojas grunted to himself and nodded for Tremell to take point while raising his own rifle. In all honesty he didn't know why so many members of the expedition were armed nor why they were armed with so many outdated designs.

He shrugged to himself. Maybe it's for the best to not trust a egghead with a high-caliber bullpup assault rifle with more technological features to it than a datapad. They're better off with their great grandfather's old service pistol.

"Sir! I've got something!" Said Tremell, interrupting Rojas' train of thought. Looking over to his squadmate, Rojas saw Tremell kneeling down next to a bush. A faint splatter of blood running alongside one of the leaves.

"Can't be more than a few drops," muttered Tremell as he got up.

Rojas nodded and looked around. Nothing. No colonist. No wild animal. No sign of a struggle beyond a couple of droplets of blood. "Vulture Main this is Kilo One. We're at the scene. No sign of any civilian personnel or Doxosian wildlife." He paused and glanced at Tremell. "We did find some blood. A couple of drops. Can't be much of a wound beyond a cut or a bite. Please advise, over."

Inb4Cloaker

 

[Delphine]

Delphine - Plant Biologist - Located on the ground - Feeling Nostalgic​

"I doubt I would've met him anyways, I rarely left my room aboard the Kryptonia" She said, offering a small smile. She then looked around "I'm a plant biologist, so as of now, it's my duty to go out in the neighbouring... forestation.. and observe the wildlife. What do you and your brother do? It might help us find him easier" Delphine was in no rush to get off the platform. She felt more sick and nervous than anything else, but she felt bad for him. As much as she didn't know him, she wanted to help him.

As the people started pouring out of the ship, it became clearer to look around for a black haired man. Delphine wasn't the definition of tall, quite the contrary, so it was very hard to see in big crowds... Coupled with her crippling agoraphobia, and she was practically blind when in large groups.

She slowly followed the rest of the crowd off the ramp, signalling Kai to follow her. Everybody here had different purposes, and so, had to be located in different places. Knowing someone's occupation was a good way of knowing where they could be. She then looked around "Did you two come together? Or is there anyone else you need to find..?" She felt like she was being a bit invasive, but she was curious. If she had siblings, she would've dragged them out here too.

Thinking about her family was hard. Before leaving, her mother was her only relative, and now.. Well, she's gone too, probably mortified at the thought of her daughter dying in space. It didn't matter now. Delphine was here, and she was safe... In a way. She only had a backpack on her, with the necessary equipment for a small expedition to observe the wildlife. Her job would have to wait for a bit

spookie

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

Azur Al-Nadhir
Location: Makeshift TOC within the ship.
Nearby Personnel: None.
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Azur leaned forward in his chair as he patiently listened to the R&D brothers speak to him. It went without saying that the TOC Operator was not amused. Not only had he just been given the run around by a lone biologist, he had also relocated the best trained unit he relied on for no apparent reason. He had been played. Now, he was subject to the lighthearted teasings of the two brothers. After the brothers call ended, he was left only with the request of further direction from Kilo Squad. Al-Nadhir bowed his head and cupped his face in his hands. It was going to be a very long day.

In that instant, he had to decide how he would recover from the situation he wound up in. With some deliberation, the insight from what Kilo Squad discovered, and the knowledge that the R&D team imparted upon him, Al-Nadhir straightened up and pinched the bridge of his nose, speaking with a sense of relief, but distain was audibly mixed into his tone.

”Kilo One, this is Vulture Main. Apparently, some fucking civvie from the eggheads side of this operation got past where they were supposed to go, found a puppy Sarnur, which is described as a wild dog by R&D, and made off with it before you arrived. I’ve just been informed that the colonist in question is a biologist, and she was just traced entering the ship with it... break...” Azur stood from his seated position and moved the chair out of his way, looking out the window down towards where the construction effort was taking place. He made his decision. His objective was to ensure the safety of the colony as one entity, heed the advice of his colleagues, and coordinate effectively. So far, he had a chance to do all three.

”... Kilo One, due to the nature of this situation, the recommendations from R&D, and the fact that I have no right to have you running loops for such nonsensical shit, I’m advising you to continue with your originally assigned objectives. R&D seems to be taking responsibility for their person, so we will let this incident slip by and chalk it up to a learning experience. The learning experience being that we have to keep a close eye on the colonists, because some of them apparently have a death wish. I will reiterate to R&D that they are not allowed to engage the native wildlife actively unless armed personnel are present. I will also reiterate to them that if there is another breach of protocol involving wildlife, it will be documented and further restrictions will be requested from higher. If there are any further changes in your objectives, I will notify you, and if you notice any colonists trying to make some moves like the last one just did, you are free to restrain them as you see fit and provide an update after the situation is resolved. This incident will not occur again. Over.”

After he finished updating Kilo Squad on the situation, he turned his attention back to the R&D brothers. His anger at witnessing protocol being ignored subsided, and he chose to heed his own advice regarding how it could all just be a learning experience. The blood that was discovered at the designated site was most likely the result of tampering with the unruly wildlife, and seeing as how the ordeal essentially resolved itself, Azur was able to rest easier knowing that no serious issues arose. All he had to deal with now was the intrusion of wildlife.

”R&D, this Vulture Main. I’m going to make this crystal clear, one time. First, I appreciate the advice you gave, and the situation on the ground has been resolved. Second, I would like for you to make it known that wildlife is not to be tampered with unless under direct supervision of security or qualified biologists. Due to the nature of the situation, we are going to ignore the transgression of the biologist and allow her to do as she pleases with the... sarnur... However, since you advocated for the containment of the animal, you are just as responsible as she is. The security we have here has training and skills that are well beyond wasting for trivial matters and troublemakers. If I have to request their presence again for a similar incident, or if the fauna brought on board turns out to be a bigger issue than you anticipated, we will eliminate all non-essential Droxos fauna on board and severely limit the leeway you’ve been afforded for your experiments. Please, control your people. Also, your request is denied for the time being, try again tomorrow. Over.”

As the transmission ended, Azur lowered the headset he wore and craned his neck, stretching with a disgruntled groan. He had been as polite as he could to the brothers, as to not encourage any hard feelings. He respected the two, and their work, but he had to instill a sense of order somehow.

What a cluster fuck, he thought, reaching into his assault pack and retrieving a bottle of water. He could only hope that he made the right call to let it slide, and that it wouldn’t be something he regretted in the near future. Assuming that he bought himself a few moments of respite, he also withdrew an MRE from his pack and plopped it onto the table. Between taking time to open it up, prep the heater, and write various notes on his whiteboard, Azur started to relax. For a moment, he tried to envision what the thing the biologist picked up would look like. He hoped it wasn’t some kind of space chihuahua, or he really would come to regret his decision. Even the thought of it yapping constantly forced Azur to rub his temples soothingly.

راحة

Mentions: Hadley Tasteless
Interactions: Kilo Squad Viper Actual
R&D Triforce
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[OldTurtle]

Reginald Pliny
Ship’s Ramp
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Reg felt excited, more so than he could remember ever having been. An entire planet was within his grasp. He’d already seen it, of course, but there was a stark difference between photos and actually being there in the flesh. When Reginald first joined the expedition, it was more out of curiosity than anything. He’d felt that instinctive urge to explore, to find something new, just for himself. Well, him and all the other settlers.

Now, standing within the crowd, Reg realized just how many people had come. The crowd was massive, even though a large number of them had already exited the ship. And now, after an embarrassing amount of hesitation and nerves, it was his turn. Reg stuffed his hands into the pockets of his grey jacket and followed the rest of the crowd out, a bag of some personal items thrown loosely over his shoulder.

Oh. Oh, it was beautiful. Reg had never been a believer, but when he set eyes upon this extraordinary landscape, he could almost hear angels singing. This was incomparable to the images he’d seen before. From the soil to the skies, it was beyond anything that Earth had to give. And that tree. That marvelous, marvelous tree. What a work of art.

Broken out of his reverie after being jostled by a group of passing carpenters, Reg realized he’d been standing still for far too long. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder and continued down the ramp. Time to get down to business. Ignoring the clamor of the hurried workers, Reg made a beeline for the woods, ignoring the tree for now. It was the area most heavily surrounded, and Reg, not wanting to waste any time, decided to leave that area for later. For now, he had to take a look at the other locations.

To be honest, there wasn't a lot of work Reg could begin on immediately. It would take time to collect the materials and data he needed to really get to work, but it wouldn’t hurt to at least take a look around. So long as he avoided the more... dangerous fauna and flora out there. No doubt the others were doing the same as him. Reg wasn’t the only ecologist brought along on the journey. No, it’d be a fallacy to have to rely completely on one person for this. There was an entire team of ecologists here with him, many of them far more distinguished than Reg. However, his knowledge of his fellows was restricted to simply some of their names and faces. Reg never was one for socialization, and that didn’t change now, even if he would have to be working with them.

Reg paused at the tree line for a moment, patted his left pocket to make sure he had his taser, then set off again. He wouldn’t be staying far from the site, but better safe than sorry. Reg walked slowly through the woods until he the sounds of construction faded away behind him, leaving only the rustling of plants and the quiet, telltale noises of some small creatures.

A large bush to Reg’s right rustled loudly. He stopped walking and skipped a hand into his left pocket cautiously. The bush rustled again before a small, brown Quezix streaked out from it and vanished into trees to Reg’s left. Clearly he had startled it. Reg berated himself and set out again, this time more cautiously to avoid disturbing any more wildlife. As he passed through the woods, Reg noted down the relative location and makeups of the various organisms he cane upon. No doubt there was already reports about these, as the landing site had been investigated thoroughly before bring chosen. But there was a difference between images with geographical coordinates and being able to actually be onsite.

Soon enough, Reg realized that he’d perhaps spent a bit too much time in the woods. Two hours was more than his brief jaunt was supposed to take. With a sigh, he turned back and began his lengthy journey back. Luckily, he’d circled the landing site instead of heading straight out, meaning that his lengthy journey back wasn’t all that lengthy after all.

He broke through the tree line once more, spying a number of colonists still working on the construction. He paid them no mind. For now, back onto the ship. It was time to check on the laboratories.

 

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It was hard to say what Gregory felt when the doors opened, the general awe that most were experiencing seemed to elude him, or rather could not overpower the anxiousness that had consumed him for the past few days. What was certain was the Pathfinder was one of the first down the ramp and was quick to find an elevated position amongst a conveniently nearby jumble of rocks. From there he began to survey the area that was not blocked by the ship. His reasoning more than the obvious logic but keeping a general eye on things was also important.

In his bag was a number of cameras that the scientist had asked for him to place. A minor chore amongst the laundry list of things that had steadily been appointed to him the past few days. Very useful sources of information about the patterns of the local wildlife, though the colonization efforts will probably have some effect on the findings. There was also the bonus of keeping curious eyes on the camera feeds instead of outdoors in the dead of night. Something Gregory had full intention of putting his foot down on but was inevitably going to do himself.

The inspection provided little information that wasn’t already known. Relatively open land intriguingly devoid of much plant life despite the present amount of water. Water that could present a minor issue moving forward. At least by Earth standards these waterholes would be hives of life. An area where animals gather is bound to be a prime hunting ground for predators both on land, and most disconcerting, below the water’s surface. Luckily the incredible clearness of the water, and lack of notable life it seems, alleviated some danger. However the water wasn’t what kept Gregory awake the previous night. That honor belonged to the nagging suspicion that this area is the middle of a sarnur pack’s territory and the too close for comfort forest. Two meter tall pack hunters with more than their fair share of endurance, speed and strength. Any exploration with the biologist will require a vehicle and numbers with them around.

Gregory’s attention now shifted away from the numerous pools and toward the tree line, where just beyond was the realm of sagods. A creature with an incredible mixture of stealth, agility and strength with the weapons to more than match. If that wasn’t enough the assaults on the drones added a very worrisome aspect. Were they extremely territorial? Opportunistic hunters? This had yet to be determined, not that either would be a lighter load on Gregory's mind and the possibility of these predators being both was alarming to say the least.

He would certainly be able to sleep easier at night when the sensors come online. Though who was to say the sensors would be enough? Curiosity killed more than the cat after all.

What a mess that would come if some fool gets snatched away and the colonist get sent into a tizzy. Gregory had seen and read what happened when man banded against the unknown. Not that he could rightly blame them. Nor could he blame the creature responsible. This balancing act of doing right by man and beast is the great challenge of his position, well, previous position. Gregory huffed as his eyes passed over the building preparations being put into motion beneath the towering trees. He had began to wonder if all this activity would disturb the avian like creatures above before being interrupted by the unmistakable voice of Warno. A pleasant reminder that somebody out there was watching over the colony.

Gregory responded with his typical grunt. He had no intention of going far enough to require any heads up.

With the hum of activity starting to mingle with the listoi chorus above Gregory decided it was time to do his job. He allowed himself a final moment to marvel at the grandness of this new world before setting off. Should probably hurry with these cameras before the scientist get impatient.

Mentions- Warno Inb4Cloaker ​

 

[Archie]

Alucard
Trauma Surgeon - Biological Research Wing​

"Copy that Vulture Main, Slash out" Al repied to the TOC Operator, shutting off his comm. He couldn't help but being a little proud of himself for already achieving step one of his mission. The rest were more complicated. Where was he going to procure dead animals? And where could he cut them open without anyone noticing, and without spreading an animal contact disease?

Just as he was thinking that, a blonde woman rushed by, holding what looked like a dog, with blood dripping out of her finger. Alucard turned away, paying no attention. He saw members of the storage crew rolling out several containers from the cargo bay - that had to be the new "field hospital". He needed to find people to help him set up shop to meet the two hour deadline. Dr. Mags maybe, though she was scary. Dr. Rybald couldn't get out of bed... maybe one of the nurses? Morgan? Kai? Al scanned the crowd, trying to find one of them. He located Kai, who he had only met in passing but remembered by his distinctive hair. He was chatting up an attractive woman. Alucard was torn. Confident the nursing student was hitting on said attractive woman, he didn't want to get in the way, but at the same time really, really needed help setting up the hospital.

Just then, it hit him. Animal contact disease. The woman with the dog-like creature from earlier was bleeding from what looked like a bite mark. There was no telling what kinds of diseases the creatures on this planet could spread, and what they could bring back to Earth if there were ever a return voyage. Al's eyes widened as he strided back into the ship, pushing past a large man with an impressive jawline who looked like he was on the security team.

"Sorry" he said, shoving past other people before looking for the woman he had seen earlier. She also seemed to be in a rush, turning a corner to go up to the elevator. Al's stride turned into a jog, and then a sprint as he tried to catch up with her, running past an R&D room where two researchers who looked like brothers were chatting about something. "The analysis is running on the colonist- she's one Hadley Marble, biologist and apparently animal addict." was all he heard. Thank you he thought, remembering that around that corner was an elevator and he had no idea which floor she was going to exit on.

Having made it to the elevator, Al pushed the button to access the bio lab. As the doors opened, he saw the woman carrying the animal towards the lab.

"Wait, stop" he called out to her, powerwalking towards her.

"Hadley right? Show me your hand please" he asked, only then realizing that she might need some explanation.

"If I'm guessing right, that animal's saliva just got into your bloodstream. I just want to make sure you won't get infected" he elaborated.

Looking at the pup, he couldn't help but think that maybe he was wrong. Maybe this woman just slipped and fell. The animal looked so endearing, so adorable.

It only then struck him where they were. This was not passenger quarters... this was the lab.

"Blunt question - are you planning to study it?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement. If this woman had a penchant for breaking rules and a zeal for studying the fauna, she could be a very valuable asset to his mission.

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[Viper Actual]

KILO SQUAD
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Rojas closed his eyes and sighed while Tremell shook his head and cursed.
"Acknowledged, Vulture Main. Glad to hear that the individual in question is safe. Keep us posted, out."

Tremell began to chuckled while loosening the grip around his shotgun. "Let's hope she's vaccinated."

Rojas grunted and shook his head as well. "They're gonna drive Vulture nuts."

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Once they were back at the vehicle the men cooled off for a bit. Hart had turned off the engine to conserve the battery while Tremell took the opportunity to drink some water from his CamelBak.
Rojas on the other hand removed his helmet which was placed securely on the interior dashboard. In its place the corporal pulled out a military cap and placed it on his head. Much better.

"Set the next waypoint Hart. I'd like to get most of the sensors done by noon," said Rojas while nodding towards the GPS screen.

Soon enough the new waypoint had been marked on the digital screen and it was time to go. Rojas closed his door shut and grabbed hold of the dashboard mic.

"Kilo One to Vulture Main. Mobile and resuming original tasking, over and out."

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[Triforce]

Spoiler: Plain Text

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless

ivision Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless



The two waited for a response as Vulture Main dealt with the issue, or lack thereof. Shit was already hitting the fan, apparently, Ahmed only going to continue as time passed. Rashaad wasn't about to complain, but the response back was good and bad.

"Don't blame us for one damn idiot." He snorted as Fakhir rolled his eyes.

"We'll inform Miss Marble the animal is to be the only of its kind at the moment but that it may change tomorrow." Fakhir grinned. They were going to have their rabbit at some point, whether Azur realized it or not. After all, his words could easily be interpreted in other ways. Especially in the way of bothering him every day until he was fed up with their asking for a quezix and gave in. They were trouble makers, in the politest sense, but still rule breakers. They wouldn't be in R&D if they weren't.

"We'll make sure any dumbass looking to keep a pet on board knows the regulations." Rashaad grinned as Fakhir smirked. They respected Vulture Main and the work he did, but the openings he left were a little too ready to make fun. They ended the comm before making a brief statement to go out to all tablets, personnel, and crew. Non-emergency of course, but still something no one could ignore.

R&D should like to remind everyone not to take risks, wander off, get hurt by a wild creature, then bring it back to the ship. We would like to remind you all fauna and flora is to be investigated by security and the biologists before you start making your hoard of potted plants and puppies. Biologists are reminded to warn security when they leave the ship if they are attempting to bring something back in their knapsack. You'll be in trouble, we'll be in trouble, and the creature will be confiscated and released into the wild once more.

Snarky, but likely to be the most effective in getting the point across. Especially given they now needed to contact the biologist in question. And no one could say it wasn't entertaining to read or missed the point.

"Miss Marbles?" Fakhir called the woman in question with the com. "Please check the note we sent out. R&D is requesting your updates and rereminding you of the general rules as well as our original request of the biologist team regarding the quezix." The twins had requested the first quezix for fluffy companion status be theirs. It was quite a Rashaad thing to do and hopefully, it would happen, oh say tomorrow.

OOC: I'll post as Fakhir and Rashaad together right now, but they'll separate when they are off the ship.

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D o x o s

「Rashaad & Fakhir: Captain of My Soul」

Location: Ship R&D Division Temporary Headquarters

Interactions: Fakhir and Rashaad together, Azur Al-Nadhir Inb4Cloaker , Hadley Marble Tasteless



The two waited for a response as Vulture Main dealt with the issue, or lack thereof. Shit was already hitting the fan, apparently, Ahmed only going to continue as time passed. Rashaad wasn't about to complain, but the response back was good and bad.

"Don't blame us for one damn idiot." He snorted as Fakhir rolled his eyes.

"We'll inform Miss Marble the animal is to be the only of its kind at the moment but that it may change tomorrow." Fakhir grinned. They were going to have their rabbit at some point, whether Azur realized it or not. After all, his words could easily be interpreted in other ways. Especially in the way of bothering him every day until he was fed up with their asking for a quezix and gave in. They were trouble makers, in the politest sense, but still rule breakers. They wouldn't be in R&D if they weren't.

"We'll make sure any dumbass looking to keep a pet on board knows the regulations." Rashaad grinned as Fakhir smirked. They respected Vulture Main and the work he did, but the openings he left were a little too ready to make fun. They ended the comm before making a brief statement to go out to all tablets, personnel, and crew. Non-emergency of course, but still something no one could ignore.

R&D should like to remind everyone not to take risks, wander off, get hurt by a wild creature, then bring it back to the ship. We would like to remind you all fauna and flora is to be investigated by security and the biologists before you start making your hoard of potted plants and puppies. Biologists are reminded to warn security when they leave the ship if they are attempting to bring something back in their knapsack. You'll be in trouble, we'll be in trouble, and the creature will be confiscated and released into the wild once more.

Snarky, but likely to be the most effective in getting the point across. Especially given they now needed to contact the biologist in question. And no one could say it wasn't entertaining to read or missed the point.

"Miss Marbles?" Fakhir called the woman in question with the com. "Please check the note we sent out. R&D is requesting your updates and rereminding you of the general rules as well as our original request of the biologist team regarding the quezix." The twins had requested the first quezix for fluffy companion status be theirs. It was quite a Rashaad thing to do and hopefully, it would happen, oh say tomorrow.

OOC: I'll post as Fakhir and Rashaad together right now, but they'll separate when they are off the ship.



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