Session 2 1

Zinda Tegram sighs, then clicks her comms to the 'public' channel used in Oldziey.
And so the party finally manages to land on the Roland. The bay has the shine of recent maintenance and upgrade - which was, after all, the carrier's ostensible purpose in Mu Cephei.
Zinda Tegram: "$This is Zinda Tegram, formerly crown 2. Skull squadrons, Sitrep. You alive out there Geoffrey?$"
Abraham: "Wow. It actually got all the dust out of the corners. I didn't expect that."
Geoffrey: "$Yeah, we're alive, somehow. The enemy bugged out when the jump point reverted.$"
Geoffrey: "$We're going to need a pickup, and we're not the only ones. I don't suppose you could beg the Roland for some search & rescue?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Well. Sounds like we have some things to talk about it. I'll come and get you now.$"
Zinda Tegram turns away from the docking bay and signals she'll be back soon, as she flies out to pick the wreckage for valuables and survivors.
Abraham is blissfully unaware of the Orzy language so go on admiring the cleanliness.
Spyboy: "Abraham, do you know if the Roland is planning on running some SAR?"
The bay does not look as manned as Abraham remembers. Umbilicals snake up to the fighters on their own, and a few techs direct quite a few service robots.
[OOC] WC GM: Aspect placed on Zinda: LOOTING! And Picking Up Pilots Too.
[OOC] Abraham: SAR?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Search and rescue.
[OOC] Spyboy: Hey, she's gotta justify boosting that Assets skill somehow!
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yep! xD
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Next skills gonna be assets 1.
Abraham: "We are."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I need it in place for when I finally seize my place as Queen of the Kingdom of Harvest. Yay pirate queen~
Abraham gives the orders to begin a search and rescue. Or in the case of the Nephilim, search and imprision.
[OOC] Abraham: Harvest Moon? There are Pirates in Harvest Moon? Wow the game has evolved since the NES.
The orders are obeyed quickly; indeed, the bay crew was anticipating the order, re-equipping with grapples and enhanced sensors.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: xD
Abraham: "It truly is amazing the amout of difference a little R&R can make."
Spyboy: "I hate to admit it, but I'm worried about Admiral Wenser."
B4: "Why?"
Spyboy: "I said I hate to admit it."
Spyboy: "But he is our boss."
B4: "No, no, no. Why are you worried about him?"
Abraham: "Yes. Securing the Hotel should probably be our first priority as I am uneasy with a giant space laser that might or might not be pointed at me. After that, we can deal with the shipyards mutiny."
It does not take Zinda long to find Skull Squadron. Their engines and weapons are toast; most of the fighters are just barely keeping the cockpits sealed.
[OOC] Abraham: And we'll go off and take care of the hotel once Torchy and her Orzy get back.
Oldziey fighters are notorious for failing non-catastrophically, denying their enemies the classic fireball upon punching through the armor. More than one Confederation pilot has wasted much time trying to "kill" a disabled Oldziey fighter, usually with unfortunate consequences.
[OOC] WC GM: There's also the SAR. How long are you spending on that?
Zinda Tegram circles them a few times. "Hold on."
[OOC] Abraham: Wait, you mean the Orzy actually go out of their way to *not* make ships that detonate in huge gobs of hollywood fire? Freaky.
[OOC] Abraham: Unless my understanding of the battlefield scale is way off, probably at least a day.
[OOC] WC GM: "Oldziey tech" and "freaky" go together quite often in the minds of many non-Oldzieans who run into them.
[OOC] WC GM: …so you're leaving the Hotel Cannon alone for a whole day?
Zinda Tegram climbs out and floats over with her tow cable and punches it into one of the plasma burns. Upon reaching the next fighter, she uses the tow cable from the one being recovered. This continues until she has a nice string of fighters.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We'll see.
[OOC] Abraham: Well no, that's just how long the SAR is projected to take. But they don't need us to do SAR.
[OOC] Spyboy: It'd be safer to head into the space hotel in fighters/small craft than a carrier, anyway.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah - the carrier's needed, but not necessarily you.
[OOC] WC GM: So just the PCs are heading over?
Zinda Tegram: "$Do any of you little children have a spare rad-suit? Mine's shot.$"
As to salvage, there is quite a bit of scrap scattered about.
Spyboy: "So, Abraham, what are your thoughts? Do you think there's Nephilim on the hotel or not?"
Geoffrey: "$Sure. I've got two in here - one's my spare, one's yours once we land.$"
Abraham: "My gut says no. I think we're either dealing with collaborators or just people looking to exploit the situation."
Zinda Tegram brings up her EM scanner and starts hunting down any functioning ship engines and electronics.
Zinda Tegram: "$That'll be fun. So, I never did hear the story of how you and Alfred got out here. Last I heard you'd -defected- a bit after my father…$"
Zinda Tegram stops.
Abraham: "And there's always someone trying to exploit a battle."
Zinda Tegram: "$I understand that the monster ruling Harvest was bad, but joining Asago? And Alfred didn't even tell me!$"
Functioning ship engines and electronics - that aren't on fighters that escaped on their own power - are quite a bit rarer, though there is a nice unclaimed chunk in that structure the Nephilim were constructing.
Spyboy: "And those people work at Crest? Good point."
Abraham: "Now that's a cheery thought, Spyboy. The Nephilim running Crest."
Geoffrey: "$Alfred heard about some kind of supercomputer out here. Crest was hiring mercenary guards. We decided to team up - well, you know Alfred, as much as we ever really team up.$"
Zinda Tegram switches to heat and starts hunting for still-functioning weapons.
Zinda Tegram: "$Feh. So, it was Elles…Any idea why she cared?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$She jacked into the thing right?$"
Still-functioning weapons are even less in abundance, aside from the usual array of unexploded munitions. Really, the Confederation just leaves so much stuff lying around after its fights - though much of it could also be Nephilim. On closer look, much of it does have the look of hasty construction.
Geoffrey: "$You knew her better than I did. Before she…Integrated, I think they called it?$"
Zinda Tegram thinks for a moment, then starts hunting for the most-intact Nephilim fighter.
Geoffrey: "$I got the sense it was on a whim.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$That crazy…$"
[OOC] WC GM: Alertness check
Zinda Tegram: "$So, as Mercenaries? So Asago's not involved?$"
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: + 0 - 0 (Base: 5 Total: 5) ((Alertness, Born in the cockpit.))
[OOC] Abraham: I assume just Zinda?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes.
Spyboy: "Thinking about it, if there's a chance we'll run into Nephilim, I'd rather have more on my side than just Zinda and her boarding torch."
Spyboy: "A platoon of Marines, maybe?"
The Nephilim fighters seem to be either scrap or gone, and quite a few bear marks that look like hits from their own. Seems like they didn't want to leave survivors to be interrogated - what intact cockpits she can find have ash and what looks like the remains of emergency incinerators.
Geoffrey: "$Not directly. Of course it's involved somehow - it always is.$"
Abraham: "The more we bring, the more likely it is that we will be spotted and shot out of the sky. That said you don't /have/ to go if you don't want to. This mission will be strictly vounteer, and there's plenty that needs doing right here on The Roland."
B4: "Meh."
Spyboy: "She's right. We've been out from under a strict chain of command long enough I'd prefer not to go back just yet."
Abraham: "… I'm honestly not sure how to take that. I have decided to take it as a compliment."
Zinda Tegram frowns. "$Geoffrey, where's Cape?$"
Zinda Tegram frowns, splitting her attention. Normally she'd be savoring every ounce of this salvage, but out here…
Zinda Tegram: "$What'd be worthwhile, hmm…$"
Geoffrey: "$…now THAT is a good question.$"
Spyboy: "Whatever you say, Captain 'Yes I have a rank why.'"
Geoffrey: "$Cape escaped after the fight, and we lost track of them.$"
Zinda Tegram leans back. "$You got broken up and Cape didn't? What, you played the bait?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Nevermind, I think I know where they are. Hey, Geoffrey…$"
Abraham grins sheepishly, "I guess I deserve that."
Geoffrey: "$Yes?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$What's your view on regicide?$"
[OOC] Abraham: I find it goes best with a side of coup.
Geoffrey: "$Sometimes it's justified.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Interesting answer.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$There's something back home that needs doing, right?$"
Geoffrey: "$Always is. What are you getting at?$"
Zinda Tegram leans back in her chair.
Zinda Tegram: "$I want to avenge my father.$"
Abraham pulls up a readyness report on the nearest console and reads it.
[OOC] Abraham: roll needed?
[OOC] WC GM: Nope. What kind of readiness are you looking for?
Zinda Tegram starts pullying Skull Squadron back into the Roland, then thinks better of it.
Zinda Tegram: "$Hey, unseal that frame. We're gonna fix that ship of yours.$"
[OOC] Abraham: Mostly Fighter readyness. Do we have enough ready fighters for the party (-1 'cause I can't see Zinda not using her personal fighter.)
All of the Roland's fighters, save the ones the party arrived on, are on Search And Rescue operations as ordered. Fighters can be recalled and repurposed if needed, though.
Zinda Tegram starts cutting eyeing and cutting scrap off the various fighters to try and get the Oldziey craft to move under their own power.
[OOC] Abraham: No point in doing that until Zinda's back though. I want Torchy on this mission.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: If all goes well, we might see some higher quality mooks with us. : 3
[OOC] WC GM: It takes more than cutting off; you'll need to wire up the engines and power plants.
Zinda Tegram rolled up 4dF: - + + 0 (Base: 5 Total: 6) (Repair, Field of Scrap, "What do you mean you Don't eat Mynocks?")
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I have a few of those in tow.
Zinda Tegram: "$Geoffrey get out here pop that rear panel of yours, you know I can't follow your hackjob wiring.$"
It takes some doing, but eventually Zinda - with Geoffrey's help - gets a jury-rigged engine on the chain of cockpits. It's not battle-worthy, and it's definitely not jump-capable, but it can move on its own.
[OOC] Spyboy: Huh. Makes sense - I did start this by taking borrowing a Sidekick stunt from another Fate engine game. Apparently Zinda's going for Minions?
Geoffrey reels in the cockpits so the "fighter" is more of a cluster than a chain.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Of course! My personal squadron. : 3
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Then the assets for my armory.
[OOC] WC GM: So, where are you sending them?
Zinda Tegram: "$So, Geoffrey. There's the idea. A glorious return, slay the mad king Jaeger, and put someone reasonable on the throne.$"
[OOC] Abraham: I asked WC if I could take Thaumaturgy from Dresden. He said 'no'.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We're about to find out.
Geoffrey: "$Someone like you?"
Zinda Tegram: "$I didn't say that.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$I was thinking, more someone like Father.$"
Geoffrey: "$Look, it's a fine idea, but I'd like to make sure there'll BE a throne to return to.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Is that so? Do tell.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Frankly, I'm not so picky beyond getting to hear that monster's deathcry.$"
Geoffrey: "$C'mon, you saw! The Nephilim? The supercomputer? Crest? Something's about to shake loose out here. I don't know what it is, but I know you and I will be needed out here before we're needed back home.$"
Geoffrey: "$And then there's this chat about some big ceremony in Armstrong going down soon. Something that's going to stabilize the balance of power in the Confed worlds, or so they say.$"
Zinda Tegram smiles a bit.
Geoffrey: "$Besides, the way you play your cards? You're going to return with that carrier, I'm telling you. Have it wrapped around your finger, probably.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Geoffrey, you know as well as I do that Oldziey is the means to that end. You've been out here, and you can tell that Oldziey is the strongest here.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$And notice I didn't say Harvest.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Control of the Oldziey kingdoms and their pilots -is- control of the cluster.$"
Geoffrey: "$If we pull together, sure.$"
Geoffrey: "$But that's the trick.$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Well, come with me then, and I shall swear on my Knight's honor that we will both will see a united Oldziey.$"
Geoffrey: "$I believe you. But, ah, where're we going first, so we can see Oldziey - or just Sommers?$"
Zinda Tegram: "$Well, we have some business on that Carrier first, as you predicted.$"
The fighter-cluster immediately sets course for the Roland.
Zinda Tegram: "$Heh. Nice having you onboard, Crown 1.$"
Before long - it is more of a controlled crash than a gentle landing, but the cockpits are all in the pressurized section. A small gaggle of techs and medics swarm over Skull Squadron, moving on when it is clear there are no life-threatening injuries; the cockpits are moved to one corner of the hangar bay.
Zinda Tegram chuckles.
Zinda Tegram lands smoothly beside them, and asks for directions to meet Abraham.
[OOC] WC GM: Presumably Abraham is right there once she's landed?
[OOC] Abraham: Yes. Abraham is now buried in Figher parts. Thanks Zinda.
Zinda is pointed to a heap of fighter parts that Abraham is…inspecting closely. Yes, let's go with that.
Abraham: "Zinda, I take it you found Skull Squadran?"
Zinda Tegram: "I did."
Zinda Tegram: "We had a chat."
Abraham: "I see. And what did you find to talk about?"
Zinda Tegram: "Well. I think we will have adequate fighter support for the near future."
Zinda Tegram looks over to watch Geoffrey climbing out of his Fighter-frame.
Abraham eyes the held-together-by-spit-bailing-wire-and-hope fighters. "Yes. I can see that."
Zinda Tegram chuckles.
It is more like the frame collapses and Geoffrey emerges, than Geoffrey climbs out of it. Yeah, that's no longer spaceworthy.
Zinda Tegram: "Welcome to the carrier, Crown One."
Zinda Tegram: "I trust Crown squadron will do well in your care?"
Geoffrey: "Never thought I'd see the inside of one of these."
Zinda Tegram: "Get used to it."
Abraham: "Oh I think we can find some berths for your colleagues."
Zinda Tegram smiles at Abraham.
[OOC] Abraham: All in accordance with Torchy's prophecy.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Naturally.
Zinda Tegram starts to stretch and starts walking to the door out of the hangar…and stumbles a bit, catching herself.
Abraham: "Well, I'm told engineers love challenges…"
Zinda Tegram: "Don't touch those flight frames, Abraham. They're mine."
Spyboy: "Yeah, that looks like less 'challenge' and more 'building a Confed fighter to Oldzey specs.'"
Abraham: "Oh Zinda, the doctor insists on giving everyone a full check-up."
Faces away and grits her teeth in pain.
Zinda Tegram: "Sure, sure. Where's the med bay?"
Abraham: "Follow the blue line."
Zinda Tegram nods, and carefully tries to look fine as she staggers out of the hangar.
Spyboy: "We should go, too. C'mon, Heggy."
Abraham: Once Zinda leaves, Abraham lets sickbay know that she's coming.
Spyboy: "It's cool, Miss Tegram, none of them are in sight. You need some help?"
The medbay has but one medic on duty just now, the rest being in the hangar bay tending to the pilots being brought in.
Zinda Tegram sits back on the bed.
Zinda Tegram: "I took some combat stims. You don't want to know what was in them."
The doctor - a middle-aged man in traditional white coat over standard Confed uniform - gives Zinda a look - then another one, one eye wider - then starts checking his datapad.
Zinda Tegram lies back on the bed and starts cracking up.
[OOC] Abraham: Acetone, turpentine, benezine. She called it The Dip.
Spyboy: "I can wait."
[OOC] Spyboy: Cracking up as in laughing?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yes.
The doctor nods to Spyboy. "Could you open the second cabinet there and get a blue-tipped syringe?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Also, win-points for the Roger Rabbit reference.
[OOC] WC GM: Quite.
Zinda Tegram curls up into a little ball on the bed and starts sniggering to herself.
[OOC] Abraham: ty.
Zinda Tegram: "Good thing….ppfffft…I showed up!"
Spyboy stands up and walks over to the cabinet. Yellow…yellow…yellow….blue. There we go. He hands the syringe to the doc.
The doctor quickly checks to confirm it is a sedative, then injects Zinda.
[OOC] Spyboy: I totally missed it, btw. I was thinking of tobacco commercials…
Doctor: "Combat stims? Ugh, what is she, from Oldziey?"
The laughing slows to a giggle, and Zinda dozes off.
Spyboy: "Yes. Be advised we just picked up half a squadron of her old coworkers, too."
Spyboy: "Gotta say they are effective. Live fast, die young….not my goals in life."
Doctor: "…riiight, then I'd better prep for Micro-g Adaptation Syndrome."
Doctor: "Not mine either."
The doctor looks at Spyboy - then double-takes. "…a Lago?"
Spyboy: "Excuse me, do you think I could get a brain scan? I have a piece of alien headware implanted and I want to make sure there weren't any complications beyond the ones I've already noticed, but I wouldn't feel any."
Spyboy: "Not Nephilim! Lago. Lago headware."
Doctor: "…"
Doctor: "…"
B4: "You're rambling, dear."
Doctor: "…boy and I thought my tour of duty was going to be *normal*."
Spyboy: "Yeah that went out the window when they blew up Chandley."
Abraham: For no apparent reason, Abraham begins to laugh uproariously.
Doctor: "Ha! Guess the ol' Admir-wait, no, he's still a Captain yet. Anyway, he pulls in such interesting things, doesn't he?"
Zinda Tegram twitches a few times in her sleep.
[OOC] Abraham: Incidently, I sent Hrrin to sickbay not just for the standard checkup, but also for them to work up a xenobaseline for her. Confed ships are surprisingly light on Kilrathi medical data. That's her excuse for having so few lines this session.
Doctor: "Brain scan, brain scan…well, as it happens they just installed something for that." He gestures to a coffin-like bed, gleaming subtly. "Lie down in there and you'll be its first victim - err, patient."
Spyboy: "Oh, that's right, you wouldn't have met the Kilrathi yet. I guess she's still on her shuttle?"
Doctor: "No, no, I did earlier. I sent her off to quarters to rest."
Spyboy stands up and wobbles over to the autodoc.
[OOC] Abraham: "Who needs a real doctor when you have my machines and their scary needles?"
The doctor opens one side of it to help him in.
Spyboy: "It's not a mag-scanner, right? I don't know if the implant has any metal in it or not, but I wouldn't want it ripped out from my brain with pieces of my brain coming with."
B4: "Stiiiill rambling."
Spyboy: "I get talkative when I'm tired, you know that."
Doctor: "It has magnetics, but I'll shut them off for the first pass."
The doctor looks to B4. "You a friend of his?"
B4: "The first pass being the one where you find out if he really has an implant?"
The doctor nods.
B4: "His wife, actually. And he does - I have the same one. It's an implanted comm of some sort. A distinctly odd one."
Doctor: "…then you'll want to stay by his bedside. Alright, close that up once he's in and let's get started." He backs off to a control console.
B4 gives Spyboy's hand a quick squeeze and then closes the lid.
A whirr of machinery powering up, bands of gentle white reflecting off Spyboy as they move across his body - though Spyboy himself does not feel a thing.
Doctor: "Yes, there's definitely an implant in your brain. It's seated near the bottom of your sensory-motor cortex. I *could* try to pull it out if I had to, but I wouldn't want to risk it without very good reason."
Doctor: "How long have you had this?"
Spyboy: "Uh….little less than 12 hours?"
Doctor: "Ha! You mean 12 days, right? The surgery's completely healed."
B4: "Yeah, creepy advanced AI is creepy."
Spyboy: "I have no idea how she put it in there, just that it involved a large-bore needle. Maybe nanoassembled inside?"
Doctor: "That…err, in theory that makes sense, but wouldn't we know if they had nanoassembly capab-"
Doctor: "…"
B4: "Yeah, I think I just now figured out the flaw in your plan, dear."
Spyboy: "Oh? Do tell."
Doctor: "…umm. Yes. It's slowly reconfiguring itself, like it was alive."
B4: "You're a comms expert. You know communications devices inside and out. You figure you can choke off access, keep the secrets you need to keep secret."
Spyboy: "And?"
B4: "I'm not. How many secrets do you keep from me?"
Doctor: "And…since we're talking science fiction but real here, is that a miniature neutrino detector?"
Spyboy: "…………..crap."
Spyboy: "Good eye, sir."
Doctor: "I assume you've told Captain Bounty about this?"
Spyboy: "He was there when we got it. He knows."
Zinda Tegram turns over in her sleep. "F*cking security risk…"
Abraham does have to decide exactly what security clearance Spyboy and B4 *can* qualify for…
Zinda Tegram: "$Goddamn sunnuvabitch have to kill her again….$"
Doctor: "Right. Well, the detector isn't paramagnetic, so large magnetic fields won't mess you up any more than usual."
Zinda Tegram: "Dammit…"
Spyboy: "So far it's gone more the other way. They're better at hiding stuff than we are, but I still remember where most of their existing spies are."
Doctor: "Spies?"
Spyboy: "She's not waking up, is she?"
Doctor: "She'll be up when she's up. Those sedatives were just to trigger REM state quickly; they'll purge what's left of the stims from her system."
Doctor: "You'll know when she's up when she makes a beeline for the bathroom."
Doctor: "Depending on what exactly she took and how long they've been in her system, could be anywhere from minutes to a couple hours."
B4: "The comms are in the back of the mind, not just the brain, so it's kinda like knowing what every other Lago with one knows. So they know the details of the standard Confed weapons, and we know they know that from other Lagosian refugees with the same implant on other stations - because we remember them seeing the plans."
Spyboy: "I hope it's not too soon. Two space combats, a gladiator duel, and far too much walking in one day for me."
Spyboy: "And yeay, potential for even more!"
Doctor: "Hey, sometimes there are days. But - oh, right, you wouldn't know."
Doctor: "We've got orders. Once Mu Cephei is secured, we're to head out to Armstrong, by order of all three Admirals."
Zinda Tegram: "$…f*cking tried tried to take my ship…nobody takes my bloody ship….$"
Zinda Tegram tenses up in her sleep.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is doing the word association game.
Doctor: "I'm sure someone's presented the Captain with the formals so he can inspect all three signatures. I don't know if they've ever agreed on something like this before, not since Chandley anyway."
Spyboy: "How secured is it right now? I mean, Space Hotel Laser Cannon is still under unknown control - we only got it off the jump hole by filling the beam with bug fighters."
Doctor: "Space Hotel what?"
Zinda Tegram: "$…Wenser you cockofacock don't put bugs in space….$"
Zinda Tegram: "$…they'll suffocate…$"
Abraham is deliberately avoiding his office for paperwork reasons.
Spyboy: "And there's a mutiny on board my old home station, too. Nephs were seeding refugees with bioplagues, so they said shoot everything that comes in, which the locals got a mite peeved at."
Spyboy: "I dunno, I think we can take care of that, maybe, but could be a little…awkward. I dunno? And I dunno how the drones got there anyway, and MAYBE the….crap."
Zinda Tegram starts to roll off the bed.
B4: "What? You're just now realizing that the plaguedrones started before the jump destabilized so they couldn't have come through it and must have come out some other place?"
Spyboy: "Ahhhhh….no…..something else entirely…."
B4: "Yeah. Still able to read your thoughts. Kthanks."
Zinda Tegram: "$Wenser's a bloody bug I know it…$"
Zinda Tegram starts to roll and…CONK.
The doctor taps his notes furiously, swivelling the monitor to keep reading while catching Zinda.
Zinda Tegram is caught.
Zinda Tegram: "mm….thanks Alfred…"
Spyboy: "So, Space Hotel Laser Cannon, is a space hotel, that's actually a giant laser cannon, that was built by a sinister conspiracy and staffed by morons who thought camo netting worked in space."
The doctor sets Zinda back on the bed.
Zinda Tegram breaths out a bit easier.
Spyboy: "It….accidentally? Fired at the jump node, which destabilized it and let the Nephilim in. Only we took over the station earlier and I took down one of the reactors, so it shouldn't have been able to fire."
B4 quirks a smile at Spyboy.
B4: "Y'know, I don't think this security risk thing was such a big deal after all. I mean, you ramble about enough things when you're tired I don't think it really made anything worse."
Zinda Tegram blinks a few times and sits up.
Zinda Tegram: "Bathroom…."
Doctor: "Across the hall. Right across the hall."
The doctor points out the door.
Zinda Tegram nods and stands, following the wall with her arm.
Zinda Tegram: "Thanks, doc. Hehehehe…"
[OOC] Abraham: Shouldn't B4 be calling the doc 'doc'?
Doctor: "Miss Lago, could you help her?"
B4: "Yes, sir."
Zinda Tegram: "It's coo', I'll be fine…"
Zinda Tegram: "Just…"
Zinda Tegram: "Lemme wake up…"
[OOC] Spyboy: Bugs Bunny aside, she is an officer in the Terran Confederation Navy.
[OOC] WC GM: So what's Abraham been doing?
[OOC] Spyboy: And she knows that the doctor is probably a Lieutenant Commander at the very least.
[OOC] Abraham: Mostly reading sitrep reports.
[OOC] WC GM: Probably, though his white coat obscures his rank markings. Technically he's out of uniform; he does it for the bedside manner.
Zinda Tegram walks more-or-less into the bathroom self sufficiently and closes the door, from which flushes shortly after.
Zinda Tegram steps out of the bathroom a bit later.
Zinda Tegram: "OK…so…now that I'm a normal person again…"
Zinda Tegram reaches into her pocket and finds her med bottle…empty.
The situation is…well, a situation. SAR is proceeding apace. There are calls for reinfocements from the shipyard - the mutineers have gained control of most of the station, and the command crew has sheltered in fortified positions. And there's nothing about that space hotel, other than that the laser has now stopped firing.
Zinda Tegram: "Sonuva…"
[OOC] Abraham: Please don't tell lies.
[OOC] WC GM: ?
[OOC] WC GM: You mean Zinda?
[OOC] Spyboy: Zinda never was a normal person.
[OOC] Abraham: <Zinda_Tegram> "OK…so…now that I'm a normal person again…"
[OOC] WC GM: Ah so.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Snrrrk
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Zinda is only as pro as she needs to be. : P
[OOC] Spyboy: So, is Abraham's explanation gonna break the log convertor?
The doctor eyes the bottle. "You have a prescription?"
[OOC] WC GM: We'll see.
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah…"
Zinda Tegram hands the doctor the bottle and sits down, slowly.
Zinda Tegram: "Sorry about flying, doctor…"
Doctor: "Maybe I can fill it for you." He examines the bottle.
Zinda Tegram: "I know I'm not s'posed to…"
[OOC] Abraham: I could have sworn I've done that before.
Doctor: "Orrrrr maybe I don't recognize half these drugs by name."
[OOC] Spyboy: "Yeah, it's here in this holster. What, that looks like a boarding torch to you? Funny, cuz to me it looks like you should be refilling that bottle."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Wooooow <3 that line. : D
The doctor types away, muttering.
Doctor: "Micro-G Adaptation Syndrome?"
[OOC] Abraham: Pageing Judge Doom. Pageing Judge Doom. Need a refill on The Dip…
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah pretty much."
Zinda Tegram: "And, uh, some complications. Could be worse."
Zinda Tegram: "Have some pressure issues with my eyes, too."
Doctor: "Ahh, that explains…alright, I don't have those exactly, but these should keep you going until you can get a proper refill. We're heading to Armstrong anyway; they should have what you need in stock." He begins refilling her botttle.
Zinda Tegram nods.
Zinda Tegram: "Heh…no living at the dock then?"
Zinda Tegram: "Beds are weird as hell…"
Doctor: "I'm packing the doses into single pills. Try to take one every 24 hours, and don't take more than one per 12 hour."
[OOC] Spyboy: Most likely killer from long time in freefall: kidney failure, because without gravity you can't pass the stones even after they've become kidney stones.
Zinda Tegram: "OK."
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oldziey dealt with those surgically when they cropped up, I figured.
[OOC] Spyboy: Eh, giving a full station rotational gravity is crazy complicated, but a small centrifuge isn't that bad….
Doctor: "Actually we have a small area of the ship the artificial gravity doesn't cover. I'll see if I can get you assigned quarters there."
Zinda Tegram: "Thanks…"
[OOC] Spyboy: From what I got from her sheet the difference is the opposite. She's not supposed to be OUT of gravity, which is why she 'wasn't supposed to be flying.'
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Yeah. xD
Doctor: "Don't mention it. Apparently SOMEONE thought it'd be good to train weightless since Oldziey's becoming such an issue."
Doctor: "Be glad you're here. With this retrofit, we're the only carrier with a null-g zone on board."
Zinda Tegram: "Thanks."
Zinda Tegram: "Though…are you suppose to let me sleep in Zero-G? My last doctor…"
Doctor: "Is probably the one who let you have those combat stims."
Doctor: "Just so long as you spend at least two hours a day in full-g."
Doctor: "Huh. According to these SAR reports, you're not the only one. You know a 'Skull Squadron'? Anyway, we might be filling up the null-g section with quarters."
Zinda Tegram: "Hehe….someone needs to tell them they're not skull squadron any more."
Zinda Tegram: "Well, they're some friends of mine."
Zinda Tegram: "And uh, the stims I took from home. For emergencies like the one we just had."
Doctor: "So…" He peers at B4's uniform. "Lieutenant Janictam, please take your husband's place in the scanner and we'll have a look inside your head now."
Spyboy: "Yes, sir."
Zinda Tegram nods and walks out. "Abraham, we need to talk."
Spyboy gets out.
[OOC] Abraham: Snorting ground glass != taking a combat stim. It just gives you a runny nose.
B4 gets in.
Abraham: "Feel better Zinda?"
[OOC] Spyboy: Hey, if it punches up your adrenaline that's good enough!
Zinda Tegram: "I will. I want to know what the plan here is after we clear up the situation in this system."
[OOC] Abraham: You know what else punches up your adrenaline? Adrenaline.
The doctor runs the same diagnostics via the autodoc.
Zinda Tegram: "I have some business back home, I was thinking maybe I could scratch your back, you'd scratch mine?
Abraham: "Well, I am always open to the concerns of my friends. What did you have in mind?"
[OOC] Spyboy: You mean I don't need that second line of ground glass? BONUS
Doctor: "This is definitely the same make of implant. I'm not an expert on Lago neurology, but…" He turns the monitor for B4 and Spyboy to see. "…that's her sensorymotor cortex, and here's the implant at the base."
Spyboy: "Okay."
[OOC] Spyboy: First Saturday of the month, so we're wrapping up in about ten minutes?
Zinda Tegram: "You know as well as I do that the future of the confed in this sector is untenable. Almost all the government infrastructure back here is military, and what isn't is mostly just small offices."
Spyboy: "But there's no intracranial bleeding, right?"
Abraham: "That is one theory, and one I haven't decided if I subscribe to, but go on."
Doctor: "Not at all."
[OOC] WC GM: Wrapping up soonish, yeah, but I think we've explored most of the plots for today anyway.
[OOC] Abraham: Yeah, we really need our plotcat to go much further.
Spyboy: "Good, good. I'd been worried about that."
Zinda Tegram: "There's going to something major going down. Soon. When it happens, your services are mine. All I need in return…is that once you're where you need to be to keep people's lives good, you help me with Oldziey."
Zinda Tegram: "All of it."
Zinda Tegram extends an open hand to Abraham.
Zinda Tegram: "What do you say? Partners?"
Doctor: "The only internal bleeding is…" He smiles. "Well, you knew she was starting her period, right?"
B4 blushes.
B4: "PERSONAL. PRIVACY."
[OOC] Spyboy: Code blue! Lawyers to medical!
Spyboy sighs.
Abraham: "That is /suspiciously/ vague. But give me the details, and I will at least consider it."
Spyboy: "Doesn't. Help."
Doctor: "Of course this is confidential. But if you really are sharing each other's thoughts…"
Abraham takes her hand and shakes it.
Spyboy: "Exactly."
Zinda Tegram withdraws her hand. "I'm sure you've read my bio. You know I plan to go back, and to kill the king of Harvest for his crimes. When I go back, I'm not stopping with Harvest. I plan to unite the system."
Zinda Tegram: "Long term, an unstable Oldziey will destabilize the entire Cluster. The system is a powder-keg. And if Crest continues and takes control of that force…Well, rule by corporation is not a pleasant idea to me."
Abraham: "Launching a coup and aiding in the consolidation of systems under one form of government? Why that would be /unprecidented/ for a Confed force to aid in that. I just wanted you to say it outloud."
Abraham thinks to himself, "I've always wanted a court-martial…"
Zinda Tegram stares Abraham dead in the eye.
Zinda Tegram: "How long will you be confed though?"
Abraham: "That /is/ a good question."
Abraham: "But however this shakes out, the answer is probably 'not much longer'. At least beyond philosophically."
Zinda Tegram: "Besides, we'll need to be ready for Elles, too."
Abraham: "Yes. Yes we do."
Doctor: "I am going to have to write up reports about the implants, though. Especially if you are concerned they are a security risk."
Zinda Tegram smiles and re-extends her hand.
Zinda Tegram: "Well, philosophically, the confed seems to have healthy, happy, people."
Zinda Tegram: "I'm sure we can come to an understanding."
Abraham: "Especially if the Oldzey system is alredy unified by the time they get here. At that point the /smart/ thing for them to do it claim credit for the idea."
Zinda Tegram: "Well then. I'm glad we had this chat."
Zinda Tegram retracts her hand. "I'm glad we had this talk."
Abraham: "I as well. I look forward to a unified Oldzy system."
[OOC] Spyboy: Out of curiosity, how much does Zinda think Abraham is like her father?
Zinda Tegram turns around, and starts to walk back to the hangar to inform her men of their new callsigns.
[OOC] Spyboy: Cuz that'd be funny.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We'll just have to find out next time!
[OOC] Abraham: I have a Kilrathi medal. Does Zinda's pa have one? I don't think so!

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