Session 3 9

The rave has faded into the night. Somehow, the whole place failed to come crashing down, but it is still one the people will talk about for a while.
Now there is rest, and in the morning, Salaam.
Abraham loves it when a plan comes together.
[OOC] WC GM: Any last actions on Amaal, or fast forward to Salaam?
Zinda Tegram waves to Marisa. "I had fun."
Marisa bows back, smiling. "So did I. That was…catharitic."
Zinda Tegram nods. "Cya round. Do try and come down to my new Oldziey when I'm done with it. Till then~"
Abraham has a chat with the three military cyborgs and offers them a chance off world to have their cybernetics replaced with bio-organic components.
Marisa: "Unless we run into each other before then."
[OOC] Abraham: I'm assuming that's a viable option at our tech level.
The cyborgs refuse, bearing their marks of shame with some sort of pride.
[OOC] WC GM: It is. They're being stubborn about it.
Abraham: "Well, then I suppose all I can do is wish you well. Goodbye then."
[OOC] WC GM: That said, the specific treatments came to light since Chandley.
Zinda Tegram: "Of course."
Zinda Tegram smiles.
The cyborgs grumble and leave.
Zinda Tegram stretches as she strides out the front door and flashes a smile at the police presence.
Zinda Tegram: "Abraham."
Abraham looks at Zinda, then at the police presence, then back to Zinda. "What did you do this time?"
[OOC] Abraham: THE ZINDA IS NOW DIAMONDS.
Zinda Tegram: "Me? Why, I made the most of my legendary aggressiveness of course."
Zinda Tegram: "What did you do?"
[OOC] DocAlexander: Look at me, now look back at Zinda. Zinda isn't your unstable torch toting knight, but she is the unstable torch toting knight your unstable torch toting knight could be like
The police presence looks at Abraham and Zinda, somewhat disbelieving but making no move to arrest anyone yet.
Abraham: "I offered to have experimental reconstructive surgery performed on those who apparently needed it, but I was declined. Ah well."
DocAlexander: "We should probably go find the others, Ingenue. It looks like things are winding down."
[OOC] DocAlexander: assuming this takes place directly after last session?
[OOC] Abraham: I've been running with that assumption.
Ingenue nods. "These dance parties are quite odd."
DocAlexander: "Yeah… I've never been a huge fan of them, and this one was… uh… not so fun."
Zinda Tegram: "I see. Well, I think it's about time then."
Zinda Tegram looks up to where the Roland should be orbiting.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, fair assumption.
DocAlexander looks around for any sign of the other party members.
Even with the naked eye, the Roland is a dim star, visible moving across the heavens.
Alexander sees Zinda and Abraham just outside the front door.
[OOC] WC GM: Now, where are Michael & Heggy?
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Good question!
[OOC] Ingenue: Statistical inference demonstrates that the rest of the crew will be found at the location of largest police presence. Look for funny people in hats.
Michael Pearson: "Aaaaah, I just wanna go home and go to bed…"
[OOC] DocAlexander: Not people in funny hats?
Heggy: "If you try to take a nap while I'm piloting our ship up to orbit I swear I will run it into the ground."
DocAlexander heads outside to meet up with Zinda and Abraham.
Heggy: "Let's meet up with the others."
Down the street, Zinda sees familiar pink hair. Bunny and Rick are taking a stroll, hand in hand, blushing deeply.
Zinda Tegram faces the other way, grinning a little.
Zinda Tegram: "I still got it."
The limo awaits to take the crew back to their fighters.
Michael Pearson: "I'm awake, I'm awake, stop poking me, woman!"
Zinda Tegram opens the door to the limo gives a single wave, and climbs in.
[OOC] WC GM: Anything else, or fast forward?
[OOC] DocAlexander: wait for us, lol
The limo fails to depart without the entire party.
DocAlexander reaches the limo and hops in.
Abraham waits for everyone else to get in before climbing in.
Zinda Tegram exhales before pulling out her phone and firing Geoffrey a one word text. "$Sitrep.$"
Geoffrey: "$Situation normal, all fine up here.$"
Being a text message, it is infamously hard to discern the emotional tone, and he did not use emoticons.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Uh-oh.
[OOC] Abraham: But wait, Geoffrey's eyes are blinking morris code. Dot-dot-dash-dot-dash dash… I DON'T KNOW MORRIS CODE!!!
[OOC] WC GM: You mean Morse. Morris code is in meows and purrs.
[OOC] Ingenue: That might be the problem. Morris is using Morse.
[OOC] Abraham: Actually, I meant morose code.
[OOC] DocAlexander: It's sad, really
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Sounds like we can fast forward now, if Zinda's not commenting on the Han Solo as stormtrooper quote by Geoffrey.
[OOC] WC GM: Alright.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Oh I missed it. But you're right it is.
[OOC] DocAlexander: tsk tsk tsk…. I am dissapoint :| )
[OOC] WC GM: Actually, it was a pun on SNAFU.
[OOC] WC GM: And I am surprised PD missed it.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: I'm not
The flight up is uneventful. Centuries of technical awesome do their thing, reducing the once-impossible to the routine. The crew spends this night like the last several, in beds aboard the Roland.
Zinda Tegram walks into the hangar and inspects her recent purchases.
In the morning, it is time to visit the Kilrathi. A quick survey shows that some Schwarze Lanzes have yet to be delivered, but that was expected: delivery was to be before they left the system, and that is a few days off yet.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: How about the cloakbusters?
The cloakbusters, on the other hand, are ready to go.
[OOC] Ingenue: brb
[OOC] Michael Pearson: I know mine has one - I put it there =p - and I figure Geoffrey's a logical next choice, but I really don't know past that.
At first it seems difficult to imagine how the visit could strecth for a few days. According to records, Salaam is a low-population agricultural planet.
[OOC] WC GM: Eh, figure all of the PCs' craft have them.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: sfair
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: We also have the nephilim salvage ones.
[OOC] WC GM: Salvage cloaks, not cloakbusters.
[OOC] WC GM: Anyone going over the records to plan out the visit?
[OOC] Michael Pearson: I'd be best off making sure I know where to go to trace the source of that video.
[OOC] WC GM: I'd ask for a Communications check, but you're basically autopass at this point.
The video was bounced through a server on Salaam. Tracing its coordinates…wait. According to the map there's nothing for a few hundred miles around the supposed location of the server.
Zinda Tegram leans back in her chair in the briefing room.
Michael Pearson: "Don't tell me they're cloaking cities, too?"
Zinda Tegram: "Probably a small base."
Zinda Tegram: "There anything on optical surveillance?"
Optics agree with the official map.
DocAlexander: "Strange…"
Abraham: "Is it possible it was uploaded from a ship?"
Abraham: "Directly, I mean?"
Michael Pearson sees if he can pull anything off of other spectra
There are a few unusual readings, particularly in infrared.
[OOC] Ingenue: back
DocAlexander: "Excuse me, Admiral, I was wondering if, when we have the time, I could schedule some physicals for the crew? It's been a while since your last check-up."
Michael Pearson: "Vaguely - but it looks like that may not be critical. I'm getting thermal traces and those are notoriously difficult to shield. Could be underground bunkers, could be some very, very good camo, could be cloaking."
Zinda Tegram: "It could be underground. Should we go put some seismographs down?"
Zinda Tegram: "Actually, is there any seismography of the area already?"
The same official records do not include a detailed seismographic analysis. A curious omission.
Zinda Tegram: "Yep it's underground."
Abraham is somewhat distracted by the invisible servers, "Yeah. Physicals. Good idea."
[OOC] WC GM: What other records are people looking over?
[OOC] WC GM: Other than the maps.
Zinda Tegram: "Who owns the land?"
Michael Pearson perks up as he realizes something is up
DocAlexander takes note of the Admiral's absentminded approval of physicals.
The land is officially all owned by Salaam's government, and managed in council.
Zinda Tegram glances at the Admiral. That's unusual behavior…
Michael Pearson double-checks shipping records - looking for any exotic materials used in weapons or ships.
[OOC] Ingenue: Nows the time, people, ask for a raise.
The main thing shipped is, of course, Kilrathi immigrants. A million here, several million there…
Zinda Tegram frowns and looks for the legal status of the land. Preserve, reserved for development, etc?
…there is no sign of the colony ships, but no record of them leaving. And the population of just a few of the immigration fleets exceeds the official listed population.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: He can't give us raises, Ingenue, only the Confederation Congress can do that. And they won't because then they couldn't give themselves one.
[OOC] DocAlexander: Illegal immigration…. IN SPACE!!!
Most of the land is effectively a preserve, development or especially landing prohibited.
There seem to be unusually extensive restrictions on approach paths and orbital traffic, for such a sparsely populated world.
Zinda Tegram pulls up the local laws concerning automotive vehicles. Can we land legally and just take a car over to where we need to be?
Michael Pearson: "Hey, Tegram. How many fighters could we cover with those Nephilim cloaking devices?"
There is vague mention of mass transit, though no rail or subway systems are visible.
Zinda Tegram: "I'd have to ask Hrrin. Why?"
Zinda Tegram pulls up the scheduled arrival of the next Kilrathi immigrant transport.
Michael Pearson: "Seems to me that I'd really like to get my fighter as close as possible to one of those hidden locations. And a cloaking device would be optimal for that."
There are no more transports coming in, ever since Chandley.
Zinda Tegram: "We'll just do it by ground. I just want to put some seismographs down anyways."
Zinda Tegram: "I was thinking we'd land on a supply ship to keep things quiet, bring a small transport van, put them down, then drive out."
Zinda Tegram: "If anything causes problems we'll have Sterne Lanze in LEO and a contingent of marines in the van."
Zinda Tegram: "Plus Crown squadron on overwatch."
[OOC] DocAlexander: Is it L-E-O when not on earth?
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: LPO then
Zinda Tegram closes her eyes. "What do you think?"
Michael Pearson: "I dunno. How far is it to the nearest legal landing zone?"
Abraham: "Just to cover all the bases, does anyone sense any neutrino transmissions in that area?"
Michael Pearson tries to…listen, directionally?
Heggy winces again.
There are no neutrino transmissions from Salaam. Which…actually makes it the first planet there have been none from.
Michael Pearson: "Huh?"
Zinda Tegram leans back and keys into her neutrino comm.
Michael Pearson: "Something wrong, dear?"
Abraham: "So yes. Good to know."
Heggy: "Felt kinda…cut off, for a moment."
Michael Pearson: "You mean, when I did….*this*?"
Heggy winces again.
There are ten landing areas scattered around the planet, near the listed population centers.
Michael Pearson: "…..huh. And she said that wasn't possible…"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: What's the code for Lago?
Abraham: "Okay, do I need to get a marriage counselor?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: "!text!" right?
[OOC] Ingenue: Lago is :Lago speak: .
Michael Pearson: "No, sir, I just managed to cut off output from my neutrino comm."
Zinda Tegram: ":Sorry. My name is Zinda. Who is on Salaam? Sorry. My Lago is bad.:"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I have decided. Zinda speaks broken Lago.
DocAlexander: "Hmm…"
[OOC] DocAlexander: Are there portable MRIs in the future?
[OOC] DocAlexander: Or the future equivalent.
[OOC] Abraham: There's probably an app for that.
There is no immediate response to Zinda's inquiry.
[OOC] WC GM: There are. What are you looking for?
[OOC] DocAlexander: A portable brain scan machine so that I can scan his brain as he shuts off the comm
[OOC] Abraham: BRB
[OOC] WC GM: Easily doable.
Zinda Tegram frowns.
[OOC] WC GM: Though the interesting signals are confined within the implant itself, not the brain.
[OOC] DocAlexander: What is interesting would be HOW he was shunting things away from the implant, though
DocAlexander: "Michael, can you stand still for a moment?"
Michael Pearson: "Uh…Sure?"
DocAlexander reaches into his bag and removes a small handheld brain scan device
Michael Pearson: "Uh….that thing's noninvasive, right?"
[OOC] Michael Pearson: * Heggy coughs *coughshavehisheadcough*
DocAlexander: "Just hold still…"
DocAlexander scans his brain as it interacts with the implant normally
[OOC] DocAlexander: roll?
DocAlexander: "Okay… that's a good baseline. Now, do what you did before and try and cut off the implant."
Michael Pearson tries, to no avail
[OOC] WC GM: No roll needed.
Heggy: "No, it's not working. What were you doing when you cut me out earlier?"
DocAlexander: "hmm…."
Michael Pearson: "Oh, I was thinking about pointing it in one direction, like-"
Heggy winces.
Heggy: "Like that."
DocAlexander scans Michael's brain as he does… that.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: My thought - no interesting brain waves to see, but some signal in the implant goes from AC to DC?
[OOC] WC GM: Or at least it points, and mechanical reconfiguration of the antenna can be picked up.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Actually, given that he's using it directionally, it's probably that he's taken an antenna and turned it into a phased-array.
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah.
[OOC] DocAlexander: so that's what we're going with?
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah.
[OOC] WC GM: The MRI isn't the best instrument to pick this kind of thing up, but it can detect that something changed within the implant itself.
[OOC] Abraham: Back, reading backlog
Michael Pearson: "So, doc, is it cancer? It's cancer, isn't it."
DocAlexander: "Hm… very interesting… It looks like that in addition to being a passive transceiver of your thoughts, the implant can also be somewhat… controlled by your brain."
Michael Pearson: "Well, sure. It's an antenna, right? Antennas can do more than one thing."
DocAlexander: "But to tell more, we'd need to run more tests."
DocAlexander: "But-"
DocAlexander looks at the Admiral
DocAlexander: "I don't think we have time for that now."
Michael Pearson: "Yeah."
Abraham: "So just to be sure, by Michael 'thinking' in a certain 'direction' he cut off both himself and Heggy? Metis, were you cut off as well?"
DocAlexander: "That's what it looks like."
Heggy: "I was cut off from him, not from Metis - I just don't spend a lot of time in Metis, I do in Michael."
Heggy: "I mean- uh- not that I-"
Heggy blushes furiously.
Ingenue: "Correct."
Abraham: "Ah, I understand now. Thank you for that clarification."
[OOC] Abraham: And for the innuendo fodder with which I will be aiming at you in The Roland's halls in the weeks to come.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: No problem.
[OOC] DocAlexander: I think that's sexual harassment, man.
[OOC] Abraham: Nah. No dongles will be involved.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: It is, but since when has that ever stopped anyone?
[OOC] Michael Pearson: You know, until legal action is threatened.
Michael Pearson: "So! Right. Kilrathi immigrants, unlisted."
[OOC] WC GM: There is of course the classic punishment for sexual harassment: you have to follow up on it.
Michael Pearson: "And, um, no nephilim infiltrators? Or are they just not active?"
Michael Pearson: "None of the Integrated - that one's interesting."
DocAlexander: "So far they've been everywhere…"
[OOC] Abraham: How would *I* follow up on asking if his wife was in him?
Abraham: "So you were unable to find any on the planet?"
Michael Pearson: "None of us were."
Abraham: "That… has implication. Either the place is seriously uninteresting, is actively harmful to the integrated somehow, or something is blocking the transmissions."
DocAlexander: "And if it's harmful to the integrated, then you three will be at risk."
Abraham: "Just so."
Michael Pearson: "I'm mostly worried about Heggy - no Integrated probably means no Lagos, though if I were a Lago I'd be on the other world, anyway."
Abraham: "Thought if that's true, the question extends to whether or not it would be harmful to *you* Doctor. And your hand."
DocAlexander: "I hadn't even thought of that…"
Michael Pearson: "From what we've seen, the former is extremely unlikely, but the last possibility is hardly impossible."
Michael Pearson examines one of the airspace maps. How far is it from the closest landing site to the place with the invisible servers?
DocAlexander: "Sir, can't you just land wherever you want?"
It is just over 2,000 kilometers from the nearest landing site.
Abraham: "Legally? Yes. Subtly? Less so. Without ruffling any feathers I would like to keep smooth if possible? Fewer still."
Michael Pearson: "Are you kidding? When Zinda 'The Torch' Tegram suggests the stealthy route, maybe you should take the stealthy route."
DocAlexander shrugs
Michael Pearson: "That said, that's over two thousand clicks away. That's a looooong ground ride."
[OOC] Abraham: We'll just drop the party from orbit in radar reflective pods. This is a brilliant plan.
Abraham: "Remember the last planet we just visited. I'm afraid my notoriety has infected all of you."
DocAlexander: "I have the feeling that any ability to fly under the radar is long gone."
Abraham: "Around the time I accepted the Admiral promotion, yep."
Michael Pearson: "I get the feeling that what we're dealing with is a new Kilrathi emirate, and most of them probably don't watch the news."
Michael Pearson: "Some do, though."
Salaam lies ahead. The executive officer looks to Abraham expectantly. "Orders, sir?"
Abraham: "Put us in orbit."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Yes, sir! Entering orbit now."
Abraham: "Okay, ideas people. We have until we achieve orbit and the planet asks us what we're doing to come up with a plan."
Zinda Tegram: "We could also, of course, break the law."
ExecutiveOfficer: "They've already been hailing, sir. I told them we're here to inspect."
DocAlexander: "Considering, sir, that as Admiral you ARE the law….."
Abraham: "It's a good thing I didn't hear you suggest that."
Zinda Tegram: "Fly fighters down, drop the seismographs from a low altitude."
ExecutiveOfficer: "They've extended an invitation to one of their farming compounds."
Abraham: "Well now. I do believe someone did some quick research and discovered my home planet was Nielnieh. That merits a response. Tell them I gladly accept."
Abraham: "So… who else want's to see the farm?"
Michael Pearson: "I really need to cover the server angle, sir."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Flight plan's been received. Uploading to your personal fighter now. You're clear to go whenever."
DocAlexander: "If you distract them with a visit, we may be able to… subtly visit the target."
Ingenue: "Farm? Biological non-humanoid data is still data."
Abraham: "That's why we like you Metis. You're always ready to learn something new."
Zinda Tegram: "I'll see you in the hangar."
Zinda Tegram heads right down there.
ExecutiveOfficer: "I have made sure not to tell them about, ahem, your fighters' recent upgrades, sir."
DocAlexander heads down to the hangar, following Zinda.
Abraham: "Best not to make too much of them while they're still untested, I think. Good work Exec."
[OOC] Abraham: Good thinking, Exec."
ExecutiveOfficer: "Thank you, sir."
Abraham: "So Metis wants to see what farm life is like. Anyone else?"
Michael Pearson: "Alexander should probably accompany you. I'll be with Zinda."
[OOC] DocAlexander: I already went with Zinda! HA! No boring farm for me!
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Psh, you went with Zinda to the hangar. Guess what? We're ALL headed to the hangar!
Abraham: "Good idea. I realize it's slightly outside your field doctor, but you could play vet and make sure the animals are okay…. doc?"
The party is, by now, in the hangar.
[OOC] DocAlexander: Ah, I thought you were still in the bridge… damn, foiled…
[OOC] Abraham: Epee's my weapon, thanks.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah, everyone's in the hangar. Problem solved. :P
DocAlexander: "Uh… it's not really the same thing, sir…."
Abraham: "Doc, I'm not asking you to help a cow with a breach birth, I just need a bit of verisimilitude for this 'inspection'."
DocAlexander: "I suppose so, sir."
Abraham: "Besides, I mostly imagine you'll be making sure they're well supplied with whatever medications they need."
Abraham: "After all, if we can actually do a decent job with this inspection, that's one less inspection we need to really do later."
Michael Pearson: "Plus we don't want the Admiral to be alone if things go pear-shaped."
Abraham: "Metis is tough, but a little small for cover, yes."
DocAlexander: "Good point. Well, aye aye, captain."
[OOC] WC GM: So, the plan is that everyone follows the flight path, then Zinda and Michael/Heggy split off to drop some sensors?
Michael Pearson: "Actually, Zinda, could you detail some of your guys to back him up? We need as small a group as we can get, ourselves."
[OOC] Abraham: "Excellent. You'll be wearing security red this away mission."
[OOC] Michael Pearson: That works.
[OOC] DocAlexander: I'm doomed
[OOC] Abraham: You not doomed. Dr. Talon is never doomed.
[OOC] Ingenue: You're with the admiral. What could go wrong? Things certainly cannot get any worse.
Zinda Tegram: "Sure."
Zinda Tegram comms Geoffrey. "Get down to the hangar. We need you for detail duty."
Geoffrey speaks up from ten meters behind Zinda. "We figured you might."
Geoffrey pats his fighter. "Fueled up, ready to go."
[OOC] WC GM: Anything else, or heading down?
Abraham: "I believe that's about everything. Clipboards would be a bit too cliche…"
Zinda Tegram glances back. "You know me too well."
Abraham: "Just nipping that at the bud, Zinda."
Geoffrey hesitates, having pulled out a datapad with a clipboard motif and been about to offer it to Abraham. "Ah…we figured you'd want to look official."
Abraham: "No thanks. A standard datapad will do nicely. And helps avoid flights of rotten fruits and vegetables."
Geofrrey nods, putting the clipboard-datapad away.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Usually when general officers do inspections, they walk around and nod. Serious inspections are done by lower rankers, commanders and captains, and lots of senior NCOs.
[OOC] WC GM: Since they know what they're inspecting.
[OOC] Abraham: When Brass inspects, they're checking to make sure your uniform is clean. When an NCO inspects, *you* are being inspected.
[OOC] WC GM: Let me know when you're heading out.
[OOC] Abraham: Anything else?
Michael Pearson runs a final check of the new sensor modules while Heggy runs her pre-flight.
DocAlexander: "Well, let's get this over with…."
Abraham slaps Alexander on the back. "Don't be like that. It's not all that bad. Never mind that I joined the military the second I was legally allowed to do so to get off planet. That's purely a coincidence."
The flight down is almost boring. Mostly-barren agricultural world. The flight path is stricter than usual, specifying waypoints a mere 100 meters across, but easy enough to follow. Soon a farming town can be seen below, dominated by its spaceport.
[OOC] WC GM: At what point do Zinda and Michael/Heggy break off?
Michael Pearson: "Let's do this, Zinda!"
Michael Pearson waits till the team hits a gap in radar coverage, engages cloak, and diverts course.
Zinda Tegram closes her fighter's frame and leads Crown squadron out of the hangar, following Abraham's frame.
There are no gaps in radar coverage. Seriously, for a lightly populated agricultural world, there is almost paranoid sensor coverage here. Or it could be the fact that they are the only visible flying traffic.
[OOC] WC GM: So, getting near to the ground, or…?
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Yeah, once we get low, I guess.
Traffic control is very quick to respond. "Cloaked terran fighter, please uncloak and return to flight path."
[OOC] DocAlexander: uh oh…
Michael Pearson frowns and engages cloakbuster.
[OOC] Abraham: Is that on all frequencies or tightbeamed to PD's ship?
[OOC] WC GM: All frequencies.
PROXIMITY ALERT PROXIMITY ALERT and for a moment Michael's sensors see entirely white…
Abraham: "Huh. I wonder what's going on."
…oh. The cloakbuster is outlining cloaked structures in white. Like the cities surrounding the "town" .
Cities which stretch on to and past the horizon.
[OOC] DocAlexander: how very practical….
Michael Pearson was actually expecting underground cities rather than cloaked ones, but that wouldn't account for the dish the server sent through, and is largely unsurprised.
Heggy grimaces as she sees how many near-impacts she's had.
TrafficControl: "This is for your own safety. Ah, winds can pick up and you could crash mid-air. Please return to flight path and decloak." It does not sound like they know they have been spotted.
Abraham remains blissfully unaware of how tight the quarters they are flying through actually are.
Abraham frowns at the winds comment.. That doesn't track.
Michael Pearson lays in a course that will make the desired trajectory, tweaking it slightly for Zinda's drives as well.
[OOC] DocAlexander: Abraham wings a building and the ship spirals into the ground.
Michael Pearson: "Zinda, follow the course I'm laying in and engage your cloakbuster."
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Abraham's following the designated course; he's good.
[OOC] DocAlexander: I know
Zinda Tegram: "And piss off traffic control?"
Zinda Tegram: "I will but tell me why."
Zinda Tegram engages the cloakbuster.
[OOC] Abraham: "So that you can tell them our secrets, obviously. Shesh Zinda."
Michael Pearson: "This was your idea, Zinda."
Zinda gets the same view.
Abraham whistles a jaunty tune.
DocAlexander: "So much empty space…."
[OOC] WC GM: Still laying seismological sensors?
[OOC] Abraham: Is Alexander in his own ship or flying passenger?
[OOC] DocAlexander: I think I'm flying with you
[OOC] WC GM: That would mean Ingenue and Alexander are in Abraham's back seat.
[OOC] WC GM: Unless Ingenue is piloting?
Zinda Tegram: "…Well damn."
[OOC] Abraham: Not yet. River doesn't get to fly until I espouse my philosophy on flight.
[OOC] Ingenue: Nue's compact, but I don't think Alex would enjoy the little robot sitting on his lap. Nue? Piloting? BWAHAHAHAHAHA… yeah, no one's that stupid, I think.
Zinda Tegram maintains course for now.
[OOC] WC GM: You think. I confirm. :P
[OOC] Abraham: Alexander is sitting on Nue's lap.
[OOC] Ingenue: Structurally, it works. I don't think it would be comfortable.
[OOC] Abraham: Only way I see it working, comfortable or not.
[OOC] DocAlexander: Don't blame me, I wanted to go with Zinda….
[OOC] DocAlexander: I assumed that we'd be taking an official-like shuttle
[OOC] Abraham: No. Alexander is in the back seat. Nu is on the nose cone going "Faster faster you fool you fool."
[OOC] WC GM: Fighters are more compact. Plus, you don't exactly have shuttles.
[OOC] WC GM: Other carriers might; you don't - yet.
[OOC] Abraham: Runabouts then. :P
[OOC] WC GM: Ditto.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Well, technically we have Hrrin's shuttle.
[OOC] WC GM: Hrrin had a fighter too.
[OOC] WC GM: Also, had.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Nah, I'm pretty sure hers was a shuttle. In any case~
Michael Pearson glares at Zinda, who's sticking to the approved flightplan.
[OOC] WC GM: Is Michael dropping the sensors? They may be redundant, now that you know what's up.
[OOC] WC GM: Also, the sensors would be uncloaked.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Michael wasn't dropping sensors, just taking scans and maybe a remote hack.
[OOC] WC GM: There's nothing to hack from here. No wireless ports offer themselves up.
[OOC] Ingenue: Wait, we need physical connections to hack? Curse the advanced technology of 'no open ports'!
[OOC] WC GM: That or get close enough that you can pick up the wireless signals.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Alright, taking the most detailed scans I can get and punching it to rejoin the group. Sticking to NOS till we get close.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: NOS being Nape of Salaam, obviously.
Zinda Tegram: "This is pretty surprising Spyboy, but why tip them off that we know?"
The cities turn out to be enclosed - the cloakbusters include t-ray scanners to give a vague picture of the city inside. Without flying inside them - difficult, with no above ground fighter-sized openings to enter through - much further information is not available. Although, from this distance, Michael is able to pick up a sizable subway system, with its hub hidden under the spaceport, branching out under the cities.
In theory, one might be able to fly fighters in through there - assuming access to the tunnels could be obtained. For now, once the scans are done, traffic control seems willing to let Michael and Heggy off with a lecture once they decloak.
At the spaceport, a kilrathi wearing a straw hat and overalls strolls up to meet the group - giving the picture of someone who is trying perhaps a bit too much to assimilate into terran memes.
Michael Pearson opens a closed channel to the team, casting: "We can't take advantage of this knowledge without tipping our hands, Tegram. We need to at least have a few cards on the table in order to get access."
[OOC] DocAlexander: Oh god, flashbacks to every Ace Combat game's final mission….
[OOC] WC GM: You're welcome~
Abraham clears a building with centimeters to spare.
Abraham: "Sometimes it's just nice to fly without having to dodge things, don't you think?"
DocAlexander: "What's going on?"
Michael Pearson: "The existence of the cities is nothing, compared with the possibility of real contact with the Nephilim, which came through that server, which we need access to."
DocAlexander: "Yeah."
Abraham: "Nothing as far as I know. But we should be landing soon."
Michael Pearson switches to open channel
[OOC] Abraham: Goddamnit! I forgot I'm management. I activate the spyware in Michael's fighter.
[OOC] DocAlexander: Were you broadcasting to all of us, or just Zinda? You said a closed channel to the team.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I love Ace Combat!
[OOC] Michael Pearson: To the team.
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: I always imagine Zinda as one of the ace pilot main characters.
DocAlexander: "What information are you talking about?"
DocAlexander: "What cities?"
[OOC] Zinda Tegram: Which is self-congratulatory, but fun.
Ingenue: "We were flying over and through a series of cloaked cities."
Michael Pearson: "Sorry, Control. We apparently had a software glitch in our autolanding sequence and it autocorrected to an alternate landing point - not sure how that got in there. The computer has been disabled and we're now flying on manual."
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Ara, Abraham didn't engage the cloakbuster on his fighter?
[OOC] WC GM: Note: most of the cloaked stuff is well away from the flight paths you've been given. There are a few cloaked things nearby, but they are quickly being moved away. For the most part, it's domed cities - though the enclosures are not precisely dome-shaped.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: He had one.
Abraham: "What."
Ingenue looks at Abraham's console. "Push that button."
[OOC] WC GM: Indeed, all your fighters have cloakbusters.
DocAlexander: "Cloaked what now?"
Abraham pushes that button.
DocAlexander: "Oh…. those cities…."
Michael Pearson: "Don't worry, this is an SWACS fighter, equipped with more powerful sensors than a typical fighter - we were able to see the other traffic and were in no danger of collision."
…a word springs to Abraham's and Alexander's minds: ecumenopolis.
Abraham muses "The first step to a Dyson Sphere."
Ingenue's, too, with a quick database search for relevant terms.
[OOC] Ingenue: Yay database searches!
[OOC] DocAlexander: We agreed that real life movies exist in this universe, right?
[OOC] WC GM: Yep. Star Wars exists.
[OOC] Abraham: Except the Wing Commander one.
[OOC] Michael Pearson: Eh? No, the first step to a Dyson Sphere is solar power sats.
DocAlexander: "It's like an invisible Coruscant…"
[OOC] Abraham: Not structurally, but conceptually.
[OOC] DocAlexander: Well, yeah
Abraham: "I'd heard of planets like this, but never seen one. And certainly not one that classified it self as 'agricultural'."
Michael Pearson: "You'd almost think the capital world of an interstellar empire was rendered uninhabitable."
Abraham: "Now I'm really eager to see this farm community."
[OOC] DocAlexander: Oops, our bad.
Zinda Tegram: "Yeah."
Abraham: "Still regretting you came, doc?"
DocAlexander: "Well, it looks like we're headed to the same place, anyway."
Zinda Tegram: "Careful. Smells like a trap."

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