Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Main Sim Tour of the Science Installation

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Main Sim Tour of the Science Installation

Posted by Gamemaster GM Kate (GMT) in Main Sim Tour of the Science Installation
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Dagen looked at the first scientist who had suggested evacuating. “Where would we evacuate to?” he asked.

To Reia he said, “We need information and you’re good at that. How long do we have till they arrive? Are there prepared spaces in this facility where people can go to and shelter in place quietly. How would they get in? Can we turn this room into a secure place where they can’t get into? What have they done in the past to be safe from them, apart from the obvious of throwing their own to the lions.” Dagen knew that somewhere in Reia there were some odd diplomatic bones, but she was better at wrestling information out of people and systems than sweet talking. He appreciated both the sweet talking and the wrestling, er, in other contexts. Hopefully they would still enjoy more of them in days to come.
- Dagen, CE

Tom had taken off his belt and had the buckle open and was adjusting something inside, after several moments he turned to Dagen holding the belt out to him with the buckle open. Dagen would recognize this as a more updated version of the experimental EVA shield belts from the late 2200s.

“I’ve disconnected the anti-gravity module and adjusted the power configuration, it can currently shield a small group of people, maybe no more than 12, standing body to body, for about 6 hours under light duty. If put under heavy stress, it’ll probably only last 20 minutes. Of course the smaller the shielding area, the longer it’ll last but, that’ll mean fewer people protected by it, not that we can protect that many in the first place. You being an engineer, you could probably improve on that.”

• Tom, IntSec

He took the belt. Improve on that. He rubbed his nose absently. “If there were a power source we could hook up to that,” he said, thinking, but would they have the time for anything more. “It could keep it up longer.” He would need more time to fathom expanding that, but looked around to see if anyone there would have input on portable or other power sources.

Reia had listened intently to Dagen as she made her way towards the scientist he had indicated. She had heard Tom speaking also, his words would sink in and probably mean something important later. He was right, sweet talk and diplomacy could go hand in hand. This was not the time for sweet talk but, choosing her words carefully was important. Stepping up to the woman she attempted to look her in the eye. Height, why the hell couldn’t she have gotten a gene for height?

“All right, we don’t have time for any formalities. If you don’t want to become food you need to be my friend and I definitely need to become yours. Let’s get to work on solving this problem. I need to know everything you can tell me about your little friends out there. I also need to know everything you can tell me about this room. Let’s start with plans for this facility. Get me schematics as detailed as you can.”

• Reia, CIO/Comms

Della stared at the belt Tom presented with a scientific fascination. The Beltran’s had always struggled with movement and their shielding. If they could combine them they could probably exterminate the Volians by finally being on the offense. “I am not sure what else to tell you about the vermin. They swarm, they feast, they retract some to harvest their young in. It’s that simple. It is an animal attack that we can not defend against. We do have some areas that are secured safe rooms but that is only for emergencies and for only about 10% of the staff and 10% of those in the lottery.”

Dagen was biting his lip. Lottery.

Looking at the group, she stated, “we are not monsters that only let the privileged or elite survive. Everyone in the world has the right to enjoy life so we created, a coupon day which is essentially our lottery. We didn’t want just the best and brightest to live. We need those with general life skills too. Half of those in the Palace were the lottery winners. They will be protected along with the King and your people.”

How quaint, Dagen thought, to include the working folks. Wouldn’t want to just let the elites live only to find that no one else was left to actually do the work. How magnanimous of them. How did they go from this utter showboat of a capital to this dystopian mess in the span of a shuttle ride?

The room shook violently and the lights flickered as the viewports showed the first wave of Volians pouring out of the ground as the began to overrun the facility. It visually looked like a fuzzy tsunami engulfing everything in it’s path. Slower Beltran’s were sucked under and seemed to disappear. If the Genesis group watched closely and did not start running for their life, they would notice that small depressions in the ground reminded one of quicksand. It was not under every person that was swarmed but quite a few. It could be surmised that this was a way the Volians took the hosts underground.

Dagen held on and watched. This was not a time to run but it wasn’t a time to stand still. They had one device that offered more of a chance. “Where in this place would be the least likely for them to have reason to come to?” He asked Della, “Your fancy shielding, or cloak technology. Has that been tried on the Volians? Can that be employed here?” Maybe they could combine the two. The shield made to appear like a wall that their cloak would form and in that way keep the creatures from thinking too hard at pounding against a wall.

If anyone had focused their sense of listening, the would also notice a small rhythmic humming coming from the mass of brown bodies moving towards the complex. It would remind one of a dull white noise, like at a cocktail party where one could hear talking but not be able to isolate individual words necessarily.

GM Kate.

Dagen, CE

OOC: What is this base like? I was having an impression of an underground complex but am guessing not? Just trying to get a feel for this and what to do. And I’ll let someone else do the ears thing :) .. gene

OOC: I haven’t thought much about it but underground base is pretty perfect. Lets go with that. Maybe it has a small building on top (where they are) but the vast majority of it is underground. ~ Kate

“They don’t loiter if there is no food or people to harvest,” Della commented.

“Sir,” a tech approached Dagen. Right now he seemed like a far better chance for her survival than her own people. “The shielding is generally shaped into a suit for military and scientific purposes but we manufacture the sheets if you will to make those one floor below. Maybe we can find a way to stretch their use?”

“Are you insane,” Della snapped. “You expect us to share the cloaks and risk a few of us being seen instead of completely securing those that need them?”

GM Kate

Reia had been listening to the incessant babble. She knew that it actually was quite informative and trying to solve the problem. She couldn’t get that sound, that damn sound out of her mind. Suddenly…

“Would everybody shut the fek up!”

In what silence hopefully followed, Rhea breathed for several seconds.

“Please tell me I’m not crazy. Do you hear that?”

• Reia, CIO/Comms

That command cut through the rest and Dagen stopped up short and swung his head toward Reia. “What?” he asked, then quieted down and listens ..
- Dagen, CE

Tom listened to too not sure what Reia was trying to draw their attention to amidst the cacophony sounds.

• Tom, IntSec