Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Main Sim - Team 1 Planet Surface - Civilian Life

Posted by Vice Admiral CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Team 1 Planet Surface - Civilian Life
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El was initially more interested in the vehicles. She moved up to one and scanned it with here device and visually. “Hovercraft,” she said. They looked like they tanked where they were. “Possible EMP knocked them out, but not bad for tech.” Which meant they had not made provision in their tech for that but went the easy route much like most nations on Earth. She looked in the direction of the rumble. Something big was moving, likely military. Nothing civilian would make that kind of noise. She looked inside one of the vehicles that wasn’t burning. Was there a newspaper or something that they could use for language deciphering.

In fact there WAS a newspaper caught between the seats. Folded in a rolled up manner. It was split between the alien like script followed by sections in English!

El snapped up the newspaper and scanned it. “Oh you beautiful thing,” she said, letting her glasses take in the script even as she scanned headlines to see whether there was any ‘War’ news. Backing away from the broken craft she then waved it at their linguist. “Roger!” She called. “An early Christmas present for you.”

Medical scans showed it was similar to a human, both in shape and appearance, this was good for the humans among the crew as they could most likely blend in without too much trouble. Only on a genetic scan were variances picked up indicating they weren’t human at all, the race showed signs for example of stronger muscular, as well as a higher healing factor then a human.

“Human? Is that one of us?” she asked. It looked like them, but was that the human part or the ‘alien’ part? Sounds of shouts caught her ears and she tried to catch individual voices. Her hand shifted to where her phaser was just to make sure it was there and accessible but she felt that they could just as easily blend in and observe. The ‘law’ would be focused more on the trouble people than those who were not causing trouble, at least for now.

Further ahead Lexi’ton beckoned the sounds of arguing, shouting, likely rioting evident, as well as shouts of local forces of likely police or something similar demanding it stop. It was clear the local populace was in upheaval the civilians wanting answers and help or some taking advantage of the situation. While the local defense forces for keeping order were clearly overwhelmed to provide control and relief.

GM CockRoach

Rachel discretely scanned the corpse, crouching near it. She furrowed her brow at the results and double-checked “Well they’re humanoid and very similar to us” She said quietly “But expect higher endurance, strength, and healing factors beyond what we possess” She resisted the urge to take a sample, this was not the first corpse she’d dealt with and was unlikely to be the last.

Dr. Grey - CMO

“But are they us, or them?” El asked.

• El, Eng

GM CockRoach

Rachel stood up and looked at the engineer with a weird look on her face “I can’t speak for the entire population but this’n here is nay a human on a genetic level” She answered cocking her head to the side looking deeper into the town.

Dr. Grey - CMO

“Why? Because they have some better genes? How can they ‘look’ like us but aren’t us?” Somehow that seemed utterly creepy to El. It wasn’t right, well, not in her books. The villains were supposed to be different. Well, in whichever way the villains were; she didn’t rule out that the human population may have taken up that role. Her focus went back to the rumbling. Which side were ‘they’ on? And, in that regard, which side would ‘they - as in the Bonnie crew’ be on? Sure this was not a ‘sides’ issue but an exploration issue. She snorted to herself, something that her mother always said wasn’t ‘ladylike’ .. as if ‘any’ story she ever read had seen the protagonists being neutral.
- El, Eng

Lt. Sanks continued working on the language library he was creating for the Captain. He slightly chuckled at El’s snort. He always found it cute in a way whenever he heard it. “So, they look like us, and have some knowledge of how to write like us, who are they?” Lt. Sanks asked thinking out loud and to particularly no one as he was still looking at the pad he was using to create the library.

Lt. Sanks, linguist.

Building the library so far seemed an easy process if the continued split ‘alien/english’ patterns continued. A few more large scale samples like the newspaper or the like and they would have a working translation database to use if needed.

El rolled her eyes. The tablet-worm had totally missed her call. “Oblivious. The man is oblivious,” she muttered, and came up alongside him as he as shuffling in the queue, he with his nose in his work and El holding the paper open in front of her as she walked. “Well would you look at this. I don’t think their weather prediction came true today. What do you think, Roger?”

• El, Eng

Headlines were brief, but in short they talked about debates raging between the claimed to be peace loving and compromise wielding ‘Northern SEM Republic’ and the seemingly claimed to be more dangerous and militant ‘Southern MAC Dynasty’. No real outright declarations were made of any war, other than vague threats and possibilities. But the paper writer who it seemed favored the SEM Republic based on its tone felt it unlikely. The paper was backdated about a day and a half ago in age.

Lt. Isaac was still keeping an eye out trying to keep the team safe. He was keeping close to the team so if anything happens he can act fast.

Lt. Isaac Black (AC)

Rachel gave Serinde and Sanks an odd look, her head cocked to the side “Most known humanoids have at least a passing resemblance to us Humans, as to why they’re stronger I would need more than just one subject to make any proper assessments. Better is a very subjective thought when it comes to genetics, they are quite simply…” She blinked “different”

Dr. Grey - CMO

From just to their left, sounds of running feet were heard coming their way. There was probably about 2 people running, but distant foot falls also made it seem like another group of 4-6 were not far behind.

Before they could fully take cover behind the rubble and cars they were around, two women, one in their late 40 or so years, the other in their early 20s, came around the corner in what seemed poor clothes for doing their activity. Long ankle length dresses dirty-white in color were accompanied by an equally dirty-white undershirt and leggings. Their shoes were short heeled by about a half an inch in length. They carried boxes in their arms which with the duel alien/english language written seemed to be some kind of meal packets from civil defense services. Frantically looking around they spoke in an accented like English. “..They are right behind us Mother! I told you we should not have come here!”

”..Shush Catrice, by the Sol star from Forever! Keep moving, I heard movement here that sounded like it could be civil defense forces! They will show those MAC-ARM soldiers what is what!” She said looking about frantically as if hoping police forces would emerge, but besides the two women and the landing party no one else seemed present.

As expected not far behind 4 men and a tall woman dressed in heavy leather military armor came around shouting for the women to stop and turn over the goods. “..Last chance you two! Turn over the supplies to us or face punishment for resistance!” The woman likely the leader of the five soldiers shouted. All five wielded ballistic thick barreled assault rifle firearms.

OOC: Looks like this https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/7/78/AssaultrifleFO4.png/revision/latest?cb=20170112014130 but with the addition of underbarrel red flashlights.

The two woman ignored the demands and started to spring again, their path would take them pass the rubble and junked hover cars the landing party was behind.

GM CockRoach

Ari was laughing as the linguist, almost like a typical librarian, was brought back to the present with a local paper. It was strange how some things, no matter the location or the time period, didn’t change. Knowledge people got sometimes so tunnel visioned, they didn’t pay attention. As a scientist, she was one of those and had to be careful, herself.

As soon as the approach was heard, Ari hissed to the others. She was grateful this wasn’t one of the times she had tunnel vision. “HIDE! We aren’t sure what side to be on. So let’s not be forced to choose now!” She took cover behind one of the vehicles where she could move around it as the party that was coming at them passed by. She glanced to the others to be sure they were doing the same thing. They didn’t want to be forced by the military to go where they didn’t want to. And didn’t want to be drawn into the civilian side of the conflict as supporters since they didn’t know what they would or wouldn’t be supporting.

Ari
CO

Roger had been wandering a bit absentmindedly, looking at everything around. All of the sudden, the two women came into view, and he moved out of the way to where they wouldn’t see him.

Everything happened kind of quickly. Roger heard the captain but was a little too far away from the others to properly take any cover. Caught in the middle of the street, Roger stood like a deer in headlights. Not sure who might notice him first, the two women or the military looking types. Either way it was too late now. He was pretty much out in the open. Deciding not to flee, he stood his ground, slowly raising his hands, palms forward in a non-threatening manner.

-Roger Ferguson, CSO