"That's a good idea, Lion. Simulate Sanghvi homeland gravity to ease the burden of human weight, we'll get to that ASAP." Arthur shouted back to Lion, as he rushed out of the hangar bay and made his way up to the medical bay, Joseph in tow.
"What did you learn about Sanghvi biology while I was gone, Joseph? I hope you remember to look up the biology data banks like I asked. We need anything that can save this alien's life." Arthur questioned the doctor, as Viper began coughing and breathing heavily.
[QUOTE=Kingy_who;47519098]"I'm familiar with Nomad IV, but I can give it a go."[/QUOTE]
"Great, the design is basecly the same and the changes should be minor enough to not get in the way."
For the foreseeable future Lemmy helped Varn in the armor repairs, making the process go faster. While working both men swaped stories. Lemmy talking about his rock and roll life and Varn about his life as a merc before joining the crew.
Colin managed to find his way to the Archives and began to unload his bag. He took everything out apart from a stun baton he was given in case clients got violent. Suddenly, Colin realised nobody on the ship actually knew who he was and what he did. Therefore he decided to visit the armoury because he had an assumption these people might like their weapons.
However before he left he decided to fold up his stun baton and place it in his pocket because he couldn't trust the crew [I]yet[/I]. He then walked towards the armoury, eager to get to know his crew.
Iskas impression remained impressed. She nodded, apparently pleased with Lions contraption.
"Iska will go get ammo for jorvu, will come back for transport soon as ready." She informed Lion and began walking to the armory.
[I'm heading off for the night, just assume that Lion will help transport the cage etc. Also, could we possibly take the queens head as a trophy?]
[When Helix leader sees it and offers the credits. After that you're free to do whatever.]
As Viper was being taken to the medical bay, the Sanghvi air slants on the Sanghvi's damaged body started coughing out the excess oxygen that was filling up within the Sanghvi's body. Viper realize that the end was near, the Sanghvi started to think back upon the day the Sanghvi was given a name. The name wasn't the Sanghvi original name, then again. All Sanghvi lacked any from of individually, they are simply a hive and Viper was just a mindless drone that was lucky enough to be found and used by some office officials who needed propaganda to gain resources for the war. And showing a rehabilitated alien monster that they had been fighting, had join the UGC was a good ideal they had came up with behind a desk. And so they gave the Sanghvi a name of fallen squadron and colony along with a scar on top of the head. It worked out fairly well the Sanghvi thought. Viper tired to remain optimistic about the coming operation, that she wasn't a some drone that was sent out to die by the dozens. Viper started to show some signs of improvements but only time will tell what can be done.
[ Also here are what the data banks say about the Sanghvi. They lack a home world, instead they mostly live around asteroids and as such they live within very low to no gravity environments. They breath little oxygen and gain energy from low amounts of solar radiation. They are a two part species, first is there air tight shell that allows movements and physically actions. Then there is the core that is spread throughout the inter shell. It takes place of the brain, organs and muscle. It appeals to be a series of inter webbed crystals that are highly vulnerable to corrosion though micro bodies, bacterial and such. There seem to heal naturally as long as they consume minerals such as multiple types of crystals and metals. There are reports of the core being able to live without a shell for a period of time. ]
Iska and Colin had walked into the armory at about the same time. Varn noticed the two:
"Looks like the every new recruit like to stop at the armory first. Hello friend. The name is Varn. This here is Lemmy." He turned to Iska "Hi Iska, any news about Viper?"
Colin decided it would be better if he stood and listened to everyone converse whilst he tried to figure out their personalities. Already he had deemed Lemmy as friendly and Varn as someone that looked trusted and both of these reassured Colin that he had made the right decision. As for what he would talk about, he merely waited for an opportunity.
Iska's mind wandered to her crewmate once again, and a depressed expression went over her face.
"Shell is cracked, looks pretty bad. Iska think implant gone with memories too." she replied. "Hope doctors will fix her". Iska was then focused on the new crewmates. She looked down on Colin and his pad. "Newcomer, you are lorekeeper, yes?" she asked.
Colin jumped at suddenly being spoken to and nearly knocked his glasses off his face. After recovering from his slight freakout he looked towards the woman and smirked.
"Yes, yes I believe that is me. U-um, what do you do around the ship?" he asked.
Iska smiled back as not to frighten the human. "Iska of clan volgrim, heavy duty engineer. When other engineers find machine is broke and computer will not fix, Iska will fix it. Clan warcrafter after father, part time fighter." she replied whilst slightly lifting up her big lmg. She then walked over to the ammo locker and began looking for a box of FC50. She quickly glanced over at Lemmy and asked Varn. "Varn know other crewmember?" she asked all the while picking through the ammo locker.
[editline]13th April 2015[/editline]
[Going to bed now, after getting some answers Iska and Lion will head to the Yarheim market to cash in on the bug]
"Yes, he will join us as security enforcer and maybe provide music, but I rather he speak for himself instead of me. Oh and new guy"-he directed his attention at Colin-"Don't be scared of Iska, she's big, but she doesn't bite friends...I think. And since you are the archivist or lore master or whatever they call it now, you mind me giving you some information on merc groups later? We may need that."
Varn continued to work on his armor.
"Hey cutie, nice to meet you" Lemmy Winks.
With all of her copiloting duties finally finished, Yanim quickly retreated to her quarters like she had planned. Her clothes were in a disgusting state as well as her facemask; she would need some personal time before returning to her post. The mask would be especially challenging.
Kanads can't breathe oxygen. It interferes with the nitrogen-based cellular respiration which they are dependent upon for energy and protein synthesis. Losing a mask in a high-oxygen environment, like the kind humans were accustomed to, would induce a state of breathlessness within the first minutes followed rapidly by terminal oxygen poisoning, in the same manner that carbon monoxide can quickly end a human life. Luckily, kanads can only breathe through their nose, meaning that a full gasmask is unnecessary.
Normally, Yanim would simply shower with the mask on to avoid the hassle, but because the screecher humors had by this time caked onto it, it would be impossible to adequately clean it while wearing it. To handle this situation, she sealed off the bathroom vents and the gaps in the door to make the room airtight, and then placed a large filter on the bathroom floor. It was connected to an empty gas canister, and after a few minutes of operation all of the oxygen in the small space had been filtered and bottled under high pressure.
While in the shower, she thought about the possibilities available now that she had some time and a little bit of resources to spend. Of course, she still needed a droid to follow close by with her good tools, but it had also occurred to her that if she was going to continue aiding the crew in combat that it would be a good plan to keep a larger variety of weapons. She could combine both projects by using the same droid to carry her tools and her guns.
She used her tablet (which is waterproof, because it's [I]the future[/I]) to access the network on the ship and requested pictures of wildlife, intending to model her new companion after something fast and predatory. However, she had briefly forgotten that this was a human ship and as such contained mostly pictures of animals from Earth. Most of them were totally unknown to her, and she was taken aback by how [b]adorable[/b] so many of them were compared to those on Kanadys.
[url=https://gp1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/806614/photos/photos.500px.net/39137918/df2411c8d44bc4e5b96a61e697e45dbd79aa6358/4.jpg]Within moments, she had her inspiration.[/url]
Once dry, she polished the shell of her mask while soaking the internal pieces in bleach. She reassembled it all with a brand new filter, and after confirming that all was fitted properly, opened the valve on the large floor filter to let the oxygen back out. Once back in a set of clean clothes, she rushed to the engineering lab to begin drafting her literal pet project.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;47519340]Lion smiled at Iska. "Like this." He began projecting a small hologram showing the cage. As Lion began moving his hands slowly the cage moved back and forth.
"Captain, we're ready with the carcass. Just tell us when to unload it." As Lion had worked on the cage he had also monitored the situation of Viper.
[/QUOTE]
"Go ahead and unload it"
[where would I go for a new member introduction with the crew?]
[Just appear anywhere it doesn't matter at all.]
Jeb sat down in the bar, hoping to talk to someone to assess how the mission went.
Dwan notices Jeb walk into the bar and sit at the counter. "Hello, sir. What would you like?", Dwan asks him.
Jeb placed his order, "I'll have a beer on the rocks, if you please"
Dwan does so, pouring beer into a glass with ice cubes in it. Giving it to Jeb, Dwan realizes something. "Haven't seen our face before. Are you one of the new crew members that we were picking up at Rigel?", he inquires.
Jeb looked at Dwan and answered, "yep, earth-born, was on Rigel on business"
"Interesting. I could tell you are Terran by your accent.", Dwan noted. "Anyway, what is your job on the Archius?", he asked.
"Morale Specialist, making sure spirits are up"
"Never heard of that profession before.", Dwan said. "Anyway, I'm Dwan Theidrum. Bartender. I've been here since we left Earth.", Dwan tells him.
"Jeb Jackson, a pleasure to meet you" Jeb said, with a moderate Southern accent
Whilst he thinks a Morale Specialist is unneeded, as the Captain should be the one making sure spirits are up, Dwan likes Jeb. "Don't forget to pay for your drink.", Dwan noted, as there have been cases of people forgetting to pay in his past.
[video=youtube;WYg9mjn9D20]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYg9mjn9D20[/video]
As the Sanghvi started to slip in and out of consciousness, Viper tried to grab one of the nearby soft-carbons. Nearly falling out of the stretcher before the being help back on to it. The Sanghvi pointed at the close observation windows. A soft-carbon within room open the stutter, revealing a night sky view of the stars. Viper started to drifted off. One of the soft-carbons pulled the injured Sanghvi up to window, making sure to keep the Sanghvi comfortable. Viper open her eyes one last time to gazed into the void.
[ Going to sleep, I'm pretty sure Viper isn't going anywhere but since the surgery will most likely be a action, there's a chance it will fail and well...make sure to say something to Viper before it. ]
"Right, here's your money, how was the mission on Rigel?" Jeb asked
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