[Carol Octavius] Lost tombs

An ancient map reveals the location of a tomb on the abandoned prison planet of Chateau D'Lf in the fierce LeLoup system. An experimental ship, an unknown treasure, and funding from the Magister's Consortium sends the Carol Octavius expeditionary ship off into the unknown. What secrets slumber in lost tombs? Will venturing into darkness silence that voices that threaten the sanity of the archaeologist that discovered it?
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Dry stone scraped against stone revealing darkness beyond Morya’s lantern light. Stale dry air settled around her as the ancient hidden door slid backward into the recesses of the wall. She shivered as a breeze whirled past her from within the recesses of the chamber beyond. It’s waking, she thought as she pulled her blue coat tighter around herself. Sweat trickled down her spine as she pressed forward.

Moyra noticed glyphs carved into the doorway and lightly traced them. Unintelligible spirals and sharp angles bordered the edge of the grey granite. Her adaptive translation app dejectedly buzzed in her mind as it failed to parse a meaning to the script. The calculations scrolled over her eye’s display. She frowned but made sure that she recorded everything before venturing deeper into the chamber.

Her light flickered as she crossed the threshold. Her boot fall echoed loudly above the hiss of a breeze. She squinted into the shadows. More stone and something else. She moved closer to another alcove as something crossed through the beam. She turned to see something staring back at her as icy darkness enveloped her.
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M...o...y ...r...a…

Morya’s fingers flexed and dug into soft wet, mossy earth. Mud and stagnant water coated her tongue. She gagged and vomited as she pushed herself from sopping earth. Her right eye wouldn’t reopen. She rubbed at it and felt a hard crust of Minya knew what.

Blearily, she made out an eerie pale green glow that cast strange shapes at the edge of her vision. Beyond the lingering aftertaste of bile and dirt, she could taste something akin to battery acid at the back of her throat. The air stank of burnt copper and swampy earth. If not for the echoing drip of water, she would have thought she was in a swamp rather than underground.

She strained to listen for things beyond water and was greeted with a shriek of an air raid siren.

WHEEEEEEEEEE!

Wincing she covered her ears in a futile attempt to drown out the din. Her body trembled and shook as an unseen force moved her.

She spun to face the thing and blinked. A wet leathery button nose pressed against her nose. Beyond the snout were gentle blue eyes lined with black. She reached up and ran her hands through soft reddish brown and white fur.

Pooka pawed at Morya, whining as the dog licked her face.

Morya starred up beyond the dog at the white ceiling of her apartment. Beneath her was a firm mattress and a warm blanket. Warmer still was the large dog that sat on her chest, trying to wake her up. The dream had felt so real.

Where was she dreaming about? Why couldn’t she recall the tomb she opened?

Her footage of the lost hours had her staring at a stone wall with her hands pressed against it. There was nothing but the sound of her breathing and then her footsteps retreating out of the underground chamber. Had she imagined the secret door?
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Doubt tugged on brittle threads of memory as she sat before a large star map displayed across her office wall. A couple of taps took the focus down to a single star system in the myriad in the endless sea. She heard the call, something waited for her return.

Numbers flashed crimson and black across her vision, accompanied by a wave of stabbing pain. Her head felt like it was going to explode. At her feet, Pooka whined sympathetically.

When her vision cleared, she saw the mouth of a cavern yawning with jagged teeth. It threatened to consume any who dared trespass.

"It's real. We need to go there," she whispered. "Carol, where are the coordinates plotting? Is it Natsumi system like we thought?"

"Nah uh! Records call it LELOUP. That's a place where bad men go! It's uh, Cat toe Leaf err, Chateau D'Lf in the old Wangdaio Colonies," the blonde child AI responded. "Should I call up mommy and daddy to get permission to go play in the yard?"

Morya wrinkled her nose as she stared at the cavern teeth. An imaginary beast snarled at the back of her mind. Her arms flushed with goose flesh with familiar dread. "Carol, install a French language patch… no call, the Magisters. They'll back this."

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Inserted between broadcasts of adventure shows, My Little Dystopia and Doki Doki Tai Pan was a job advertisement written in elegant script with dramatic music overlaid over the golden seal of the Magisters Consortium. Searches for the origination point revealed the broadcast came from Shizi Station in orbit of Piyapon.
“Researchers and adventurers wanted for long term xenoarchaeology dig.
Must be sober on duty.
Safety not guaranteed.
Immunizations required - will be provided.
Health and survivor benefits available.
Adventure awaits, Now Hiring All positions!
Contact Kowloon Magisters Consortium, Point of Contact Ariel Gloriana.”
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A video capture of the advertisement played in Rashayeid's head as he walked through the dingy, run down station. His cloak and robes obscured many of his features but not to the extent he wasn't watched closely. At his near seven foot height and powerful build, his humanoid form still drew a numer of tense glances. More than a few of them were accompanied by hands reaching into robes for threatening shapes outlined against the press of ragged clothes and repurposed fatigues.

Also playing in his head from a bio-robotic cognition parasite was an equally important fragment of information; the particular location of the broadcast. As the strange alien from lands unknown explored the situation, the tense throb of pulsing proximity grew stronger pounding not against flesh but psyche. He was nearing wherever it is the signal had originated from.

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"Those worlds, of all places to send an expedition, those worlds?!" An older man in the suit of a Interstellare Marine Admiral read over a paper transcription of the ad, pushing up round glasses every few paragraphs. "While I understand putting operatives there but you want one of my precious Unterraumbootes?"

In front of the admiral's desk was a trio of men. Two of then were dressed in dress uniforms of the Heer and the third of the Marine. All were decorated, but were no personal identifier. No tags, not even wedding bands or earrings. This could only mean part of the Kaiser's Imperial Intelligence.

One of the Heer spoke up, "Was it not said that the two missions of the Unterraumboote Korps was Deep Strike and Reconnassiance? The U-Boot's entire purpose will be as a long range recon platform as well as a," he paused a moment, "nuclear option should the operation become seriously derailed."

The admiral moved to speak but was cut off by the one dressed in the Marine garb, it was only when it spoke dod he realize it was a woman. "Not to mention due to the phenomena known as the Blackout, transmissions straight from the area of operations may not be clear. Subspace communications may be severely limited where a "U" will be able to both act as a comms repeater and as an exfiltration in the case the one or more of the operatives become compromised."

The admiral seemed to relent as he began flipping through a ledger on his desk. He pushed his glasses up and looked to the man who had not spoken yet. He placed the ledger in front of him and tapped a line on one of the pages with a pen.

"Herr Roesch, your colleagues have quiet the convincing nature." He drew a line through the name of the ship he had just relinquished control of. "It seems this vessel his disappeared from the pens, it no longer is in my ledger."

The man referred to as 'Roesch' nodded, "That is a shame, Admiral Krause, may the Gottin bless their souls on this faithful voyage." The three men filed from the room one by one, leaving the Admiral alone in his office.

Taking a page from his order sheets, he began writing out orders. Stamping and sealing them top secret and placing them on his out file for delivery to the Wülkure Unterraumboote Kommand.
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Nenna collapsed down in her bed at around 4 in the morning, typically exhausted and covered in glitter. This didn’t bother her, though it sometimes irritated her nose. She had done this a hundred times before. Her sheets were too far gone. They had succumbed. It wouldn’t matter, it never did.

She would rise in the morning, and shower. Heavily. She would waste a half a bottle of shampoo on it, and then blink groggily and brush her teeth, and spit, and squeeze into her hoodie and her leggings and jog to work, where she would – whatever.

Tingle tingle tingle.

She rolled over to find her phone and pick it up, blinking away what little sleep that she was going to get this morning to focus on the brilliant screen in front of her.

It had found her another job that the little AI she’d installed in it specifically for that purpose thought that she might be a good fit for. Unfortunately she often didn’t agree with the AI’s assessment of her skillset; if she had to sort through another skeezy nude modeling job or back-water fast food eatery that would mat her in grease and make her smell like fried chicken, she had halfways decided already to throw the thing in the garbage.

Instead she found a little image of a ship. It looked kind of pretty.

Nenna dragged her ass out of her inviting sheets and found a discarded shirt to pull on over the barely-decent work lingerie, the shirt she’d worn home for decency’s sake it smelled like, and peered at the little screen, gathering her feet up .

The Carol Octavious. A ship. She scrolled a bit. A small ship. A research ship looking for crew for a dangerous mission out into the edge of space. This didn’t look like a good fit for her. Particularly the hazardous-to-her-health part of the job which made it seem a lot more like she’d be expected to do something vaguely martial, which wasn’t her cup-of-tea. It was better than the usual job offers given to someone with her unique and qualified skillset as she preferred to think about it, and it was certainly odd given the usual march of broken hopes and dreams she sorted through every morning.

So Nenna was about to turn her phone off and go back to her usual grueling life, until a number caught her attention.

Her ears tingled. She read it again, more carefully this time.

Salary, it said.

The number. Oh.

She scrolled back and re-read it. How the fuck could the AI think she was qualified for this? But the ship’s crew didn’t look very big at all. Had nobody else applied? What had happened for the algorithm to give her this? This was weird. It wasn't weird in the "aren't you adorable, come over here and sit on my lap" weird, or the "we need someone to dive into the crockery because we're all too big and know you'll do it" way. Then she clicked on the video that was attached, with its ominous dramatic music, and that didn't make her feel much better. It looked really professional and legitimate, definitely from the Magister's Consortium, but it gave her a bad and sinking feeling. A dark and nameless pit of fear started in her stomach as she read back through the advertisement a few times, just to confirm. Yes, she was qualified. A few years in the culinary industry. And she’d been an associate manager, handled stock and cleanliness and knew all the right codes. She’d got that much out of her time in culinary apprenticeships. And they just wanted her to be a cook. Just a cook. Okay, and an adventurer willing to spend years and years in deep space, but it was a ship. That was probably just some sort of thing to say that made sailors feel proud of themselves.

She flopped back and thought about that for a minute, trying to process her feelings on the issue. Was this a break? Would this help? Could she live on a ship with a bunch of people she didn’t know? A bunch of scientists and thugs and oddballs?

A cockroach roamed across her ceiling. She followed its progress for a little while before holding the phone back up over her head and hovering over the Apply button.

Fuck it, yeah, okay.
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Strands weaved together as if guided by a needle, a thread they were tied to that guided them through themselves infinitely in bizarre and intricate patterns. The code makes the world, and the world is the code. The world cannot exist outside of its own thread. It was a nearly ancient mantra that came to mind, no more voluntary in its appearance that the subtle notches she brought it along as her hand tingled along the disturbed rodent. It was a specific, large genus of rat that she had been supplied. It was a simple job by some outer rim planet, too far from large resources to depend extensively on outside medical help, especially given the prevalence of a venomous flying serpent on the planet. They needed antivenom, and its production wasn't easily possible with their resources.

Until she came along.

The rodent was the last of the batch, weeks of tireless work to meld and shift their genes to account for the venom, to produce an antivenom that did absolutely nothing for the rodent, but would be perhaps the purest form of antivenom the planet had seen in years. Overall, it was dull, and people did not trust her regardless, with her alien limb that took the place of her left arm, muscled tendrils reaching up to her armpit as they laced her muscles with some form of nerve endings that let her control it, with the four-fingered clawed hand that fit better in some horror movie fully replaced her flesh just before her left elbow. Similarly, scaled flesh took the place of the right side of her face, around her eye, stretching out to her ear in a bubbled, scarred pattern. Her eye was like that of some bizarre amalgamate of a cat and lizard, distinctly inhuman, even compared to her own eyes.

"Miss Valentina." The machine behind her droned accenting her name in the same way she did, a slight accent of the Valorian people. She turned, seeing the reflection of herself that the simple AI used. "A job offer has arrived. Xenoarcheology, hazard pay, long term, Kowlooni, contract Ariel Gloriana." She paused as she listened, the rat awakening from her supplied sedative as it began to squirm loose of its numbness in its glass cage.

"Plot course." She said flatly, abruptly stuffing the rat in with the others. "Let us deliver this package, and we will waste no time in arriving."

"Understood Ma'am."
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Shizi Station, In Orbit of Piyapon

According to the database entry, Shizi station was the last of its kind, a tatya hini biostation that had been torn away from its home system of Liang by the Taianese following the end of the Wars of Secession. It was relocated to Piyapon for Wangdaio Refugees to transition back into Taianese society. Shizi was rumored to be a den of indecency and corruption, despite the acting Admiral’s best efforts to combat the resident criminal population.

As the adventurers’ vessels entered Piyapon’s orbit, the planet was cast in violet hues as the sun rose beyond the glittering orbital rings. The light touched the awkward silhouette of an enormous flower, reminiscent of a lotus. Large, drooping pink oval petals stretched out towards the glowing red light as starships docked and flew about like insects from a single large leaf. Broken cables dangled from a jagged dull green stem towards the planet below.

The Empire of Tai Pan seemed content to let the station rot away. Perhaps, the hope was that the station would go into shock in an alien orbit and fall apart. Or that the flower would recover from being cut away at the root. If it succeeded, then it was a testimony to the ingenuity of the Taianese and if it failed, then it was one less reminder of a bitter period in Taianese history.

The placement of Shizi into the orbit of Piyapon to observe the Special Political District of the Solarity of Kowloon was as much of a statement to the people of Kowloon as it was to the station crew. The Empire of Tai Pan was watching.

As they started their authorized approach to Shizi to dock in Central District, they were greeted with the cheerful instrumental of the Doki Doki Tai Pan! Theme song and the Golden Dragon form character, Jin greeted them cheerfully. “Welcome to Shizi station! Please remember to secure your belongings and be suspicious of abandoned parcels. If you see something suspicious, please report it to the nearest Taianese Personnel.”

The stern cat form, Yin crossed her arms and nodded. “All on duty personnel will be dressed like me. Do not believe personnel out of uniform without proper identification!”

The golden eyed black fox Jongwu, Bao chimed in with heavily accented Trade, “Remember that the following things are illegal!” He gestured with a paw to a scrolling list of restricted items and activities.

Jin spoke again, “Please enjoy your stay and be respectful of our laws.” All of the cartoon cast bowed before they faded from the screen.

Magister Ariel Gloriana had instructed the applicants to come to the Cho district where their “office”, a large bird shaped ship called the “Carol Octavius” was moored for orientation. For whatever reason, the Magister had not used a picture of herself or a live video feed when she interviewed them. The only representation they were given of Ariel was the cartoon Magister character, Mùsè, from Doki Doki Tai Pan.

Aside from the provided external images of the Carol Octavius, there wasn’t any additional information about the ship, its load out, or its captain available. They pushed through the crowded bustle of the dingy, thriving station. Vendors and all manner of species were everywhere, selling a wide variety of food and objects to the point that one couldn’t see bare deck or bulkheads. A myriad of scents mingled together into a discordant stench of sugary perfume, cooking meats, and body odor. Excited chatter and conflicting music expanded and filled the space to a claustrophobic din.

As they rounded the corridors towards Cho District, the crowd and vendors thinned until it almost felt as if they had come to an abandoned portion of the station. The recirculated air smelled cleaner, the decks looked cleaner, the lights brighter. If you took a deep breath, the air suddenly smelled pleasantly of fresh baked breads and cakes.

Vendors were evenly spaced out into organized stalls and many were inside designated shops with colorful signs in their windows and a facade of old fashioned wooden buildings. Soft instrumental pieces played over the intercom. Patrons docilely milled around the shops.

A large floating projection of a ebony winged butterfly lead the way towards the docks. Ships were in all manner of movement and repair. Many were recognizable as civilian Alliance and Taianese transports and there was even a large enough space for a civilian Kirshargal freighter with an elaborate carved horned woman on the masthead. But among the similar shapes was a more organic vessel, a bird of metal and glass with its blade like wings tucked against its wide body as it nested at the pier.

Personnel in dark coveralls and grey caps marked with a butterfly loaded crates through the open rear hatch.

The butterfly stopped beside a small blonde haired child in what could have passed as a simple grey and white private school uniform chattering at a dark haired young woman dressed in a sleek grey skirted suit.

“Oh! They’re here, Auntie!” The child gleefully exclaimed as she turned to beam at the newcomers. Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the harsh overhead lights. The woman shifted her attention to them and nodded.

"Right you are, Carol. Their here. Please follow me and this little one onto the ship. The Magister is waiting for you." With a soft swish and click of her heels against the deckplate, she walked up the ramp into the cavernous loading bay of the ship. She easily navigated the crates and dock personnel up to the lift. The corridors of the ship seemed rather straightforward and plain for the mystery that surrounded the vessel. Dull grey bulkheads and clean rectangular doors branched off the singular hallway to other sealed rooms up to another lift that took them 5 levels up.

When the lift dinged to a stop, the doors opened to a large atrium with a spiral staircase leading down beneath the observation deck. A large glass skylight reflected back the brilliant colors of a planetary sunrise instead of the docks outside. "Welcome to the Carol Octavius, this is the top of the atrium, all the living quarters are beneath this observation deck in the tower." Beneath them balconies with glowing consoles and monitors stretched out in stepped tiers.

Beneath a large floating projection of a star map of Kowloon System in the center of the Observation Deck, sat a slender woman in emerald and gold robes. Her crimson hair fell to the floor behind her. When the Magister turned, a golden eyeless mask covered most of her face, only her lips and chin were visible. "Ah yes, welcome. Thank you, Ms. Lily for showing our guests here. I trust that the preparations are going well," her voice had a gravelly sound to it, like the effort of speaking pained the Magister.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll leave it to you then," Lily nodded and disappeared back into the lift again, leaving the group with the Magister and the little girl.

"I am Magister Ariel Gloriana. I am sure you have questions," she gestured to them. She rose, her body lost among the large robes, she stood just under 6 feet, her pale round ears marked her as a human. "Please don't be shy, introduce yourselves to one another, you will be spending a great deal of time together."
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The enormous humanoid remained impassive and silent through the little tour of the dingy station. If not for his height, he would have been easily ignored in his drab clothing and almost tired mannerisms. Slowly one of his hands raised and the sleeve of his robes sunk a little; flesh was now visible. Almost withered white-grey but not cracked and dry; sullen and sickly as if some sort of disease-ridden life flowed within it. Not without strength hidden behind its looming quietness or the red veins travelling across that large hand.

"A holograph spoke to us earlier; I know not its name." Its voice could be described as almost flat; droning tones that blurred individual words and phrases into a singular stream of bassy echoes, as if emerging not from a mouth but some great crevice peeking from beneath the earth. "Stating that we must be dressed in the armour of the nation. For physical reasons, this may be problematic for myself."
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Nenna had taken an advance, because of course she had. She had paid off her back-rent, settled her account with her part-time job for all the clothing – she still had all the underwear stuffed into the small interior lining of her two mobile suitcases because she honestly dreaded donating or selling it to someone – and quit her primary job, even though they had managed to convince her to work all her shifts almost up until the day she left.

She still smelled like fried noodles.

In short, she had hung her hat on this job, and cast her lot in with the Consortium, and she had high hopes. With the small change left of her advance, she had bought a few kebabs in the port, loving every bite of them, even if they were a little undercooked, which had settled some of her nerves as she trundled along to her eventual destination. She had practically shaken herself before presenting up with the rest of the apparently-career sailors and shipmates.

New life, new world, new hope, new chance.

And then, all that hope came to a head and battled with her very real, very primal sense of self-preservation when she met the mushroom dude.

Seven foot tall, monstrous in appearance, huge trench coat and a faceless maw with flaps. He smelled, to her, a little bit like raw, uncooked mushrooms, and rot mixed with a healthy dose of some tinny smell she couldn’t quite place. She wondered what it ate, and then realized she would be responsible for providing it and tried not to think about what might happen if she learned he ate people. He looked like muscular impassive death. She watched, fascinated and horrified, when he spoke, catching glimpses of horrible fangs.

Then the question he asked registered in her brain as words and she struggled valiantly with her aversion. She would give it her best. She would be a good ship cook, and be nice, and helpful, and people would like her.

She reached up to get his attention, then cleared her throat and waved her hand a bit. The mushroom dude was about thrice as big as her in all regards. The others were tall, and Nenna was used to that, but she felt extra-dwarfed just then.

“Actually,” she offered, returning her hand to the strap of her large carry-on bag. “That’s just Yin. She’s a character in a cartoon they use to explain what the Tianese soldiers look like. They don’t mean us.”

Yes. Nailed it. Then she felt a pressure against the back of her calves and realized her tail was vying for space between her legs.
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"Your clarity is appreciated." He droned in turn, his monochromatic voice easily mistakable for sarcasm if not for the way his head tipped forwards and then back; a little bow that must have been somewhat nerve-wracking for those in front of the tall creature. "I appreciate the liberties we are granted."

The huge monstrosity moved with a slow, fluid grace with little of the slight dipping or rocking other organisms made when they moved. With its legs hidden behind the others, it almost seemed to float over like some ghost ship over water, settling down onto a nearby chair that creaked meekly under its hefty size.

Its hood however remained on, watching to see if anyone had anything else to add.

"My name is Rashayeid Graelsari. I come searching for work requiring skills in exploration and combat. I hope they will be of use to the crew of this vessel."
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"I'm the cook," she responded, politely - at first just to Rashayeid who she still felt wary of, and then to the rest of the small crew. "My name's Nenna Woo. You can just call me Nenna."

The others looked pretty normal at least. One of them had pointy ears, which she was getting used to, and the other one looked like a regular human.

She still worried about what Rashayeid ate, but discovered that she was now too nervous to ask. It would be awkward.
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Even after the extensive time she had spent off her home world, the crowded space stations she sometimes ran into still seemed too alien to be real. Her lab and personal ship at times were at least pure and sterile enough to hold ground in its extreme state, but this place was different, dirty from use but still all the same artificial nature of the rest. She didn't like crowds, never did, and her conservative clothing only did so much to ween curious eyes off her purple-blue skin, and the things that in places replaced her flesh.

Valentina was, as far as she could tell, the only Valorian on the station. So far they were not widespread, and those that were stood out like sore thumbs due to their strange organic outerwear and living tools and ships. She was one of the few currently that stood outside the nation as a whole, though she was aware that one of the more influential Eld had plans to change things for the better, or for the worse.

She found her way around easily enough, and soon found herself confronted with a small child, who greeted those that came with a bizarre enthusiasm. Her eyes squinted, and her melded eye shifted to take in the girl better.

The ship, and the other crew, stood before her, introducing themselves in various fashions. Valentina herself was dressed in fairly proper and conservative garments, topped with a lab coat and a dark hood. On her back was a large bag that carried some of her specialized gear. "I am Apolliona Au Valentina, Weaver of the Valorian people, and xenobiologist."
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A trio of humans, two men and one woman, walked in late. The leader of the group complaining audibly about the ship’s crew mishandling expensive equipment. He turned to the woman and was about to speak when she grabbed him by the ears and turned him to see the crowd in the ship's 'office.' He turned a shade of red and stood ramrod straight.

"Dearest apologies, I'm not too used to being observed. I'm doctor Edwin March. These are my assistants, Mister Mark Wills and Miss Mary McAvoy." Each of the man’s assistants bowed formally when introduced and stepped behind Doctor March.

"We are here to study the technological progress and challenges observed by the Wangdiao Colonists in hopes that their society's technology might become useful for those in dire straits." Doctor March seemed odd, something was different about him, but it was most likely his over reliance on formal speech that made him so strange.

The doctor gave a deep, almost royal bow before he spoke one last time, "May God bless our voyage."
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Some time earlier, on "Happy Days".
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Work in sex trafficking is not a fun ordeal.

The fabric of your morality quickly fades away. Kidnapped people forced to pleasure others and many more other acts. The details... Well... I rather not say. My purpose there was simple. I stayed in the business and gathered intel for Central HQ, at least a single yearly or bi-yearly report. Any happens or going-ons were reported to Central HQ.

Sub-command was supporting asserts. Besides intel gathering, I also rescued certain clients. People who are deemed highly valued targets that have entered RC’s theater and passed into the trafficking sector. Wangdiao Command was another theater I also frequented. I’ll just say it’s worse there.

At least in the Reservoir, there are some standards in the trade but that’s not saying much. This was my last mission in RC as Central HQ was shifting me to Kowloon Command. I was there to rescue a Jongwu. A talented engineer. I was on a ship, a large citizen cruiser turned into a cell-hold, codenamed “Happy Days.” Three Collective stealth boarding ship were inbound, tailing Happy Days. After I found her, I was suppose to call it in.

I slipped onto the ship and pulled a cargo manifest ledger. “Where is she?” I murmured as my eyes searched the list. “There we go, Akemi. Hold-54.” I hurried to Hold-54, pulling out a key and unlocking the heavy metal door.

Cowering and chained in a corner is a dirty dog-Jongwu, Akemi. ‘She’s afraid.’ I thought to myself, before I assured her. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to set you free.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I pushed a button.

The overhead light blinked out in response. I took out a flashlight and shone it on Akemi. “Are you injured in any way?”

Akemi nodded, pointing to her Achilles tendon.

I nodded. “We’ll stay here. They’ll come,” I assured her as I locked the door.

I breathed heavily as I waited. It was pitch dark. The sound of heavy gunfire reverberated, echoing around the ship. A few minutes passed before my PDA began to ring.
“Get ready to leave,” I instructed her before I inserted the key into the door to unlock it. Once it clicks, I am grabbed by the hand and roughly pulled out. My job was done. The rest was up to the Operators as they purged the ship.


NOW> KRS Carol Octavius.

As for me, Central HQ moved me to Kowloon Command. I’m now a reporter of the name, Philp. What I have on me are just survival items, a laptop, and a good fucking ass camera. I’m to report to Central HQ of any intel every three years or so - if this mission takes ages.

Central HQ has gifted me the knowledge of any known persons on this team. That is, if they’re on the grid of the major nations. Info might come in handy, might not, who knows. If anything, I can call into Sub-Command and ask them for help, if anything goes badly south. If this band of lads go into Wangdiao Command then I can patch into and call in a SOF team, or even the 16th Guards Fleet, but that's only if they head in deep into that area.

For now, I’m in the Observation Deck. Trying not to bring attention to myself. Just look pretty, look, and listen. I may as well look at these stock photos while I’m at it.


Philip is a human male sitting on a chair on the observation deck, looking at his camera's display in his hands. He is a bald black man with an overgrown beard, wearing sunglasses. His clothing are a pair of blue denim jeans, a thick denim shirt, and a pair of black gloves.
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The little girl chimed in as she noted everyone’s names, “HI! KONNICHIWA! Well-met! Hola! I’m Carol! I’m so happy to meet you! Magister Ariel is really nice, really. But Ms. Morya is busy right now! So we’ll be your tour guides!” Her blonde ponytail enthusiastically bobbed as she moved.

Magister Ariel’s mouth moved slightly before it curled into a smile. “As yes, forgive me. Carol is the manifestation of the ship’s artificial intelligence. She is our layman’s way of interacting with the ship’s computer.” She gently patted the top of Carol’s head.

Carol beamed. “Yes! If you need anything for your rooms like warm floors or flowers or pretty wallpaper let me know and I can change it for you!”

Ariel nodded. “She primarily handles the atmospherics, the other system that handles the ship’s defenses are separate and far less hospitable. As Carol stated, the lead researcher, Morya Scott is currently indisposed so we will be handling the tour.”

“Don’t be too comfortable now, this is a Consortium job, after all,” a deep female voice interjected from behind the group. The woman that spoke bore the star of a Kowlooni Ranger over her jacket’s right breast, but her well fitted black garments were more befitting a mercenary. Her hood was up, covering her dark hair but accented the porcelain white shin and the piercing crimson eyes that scanned them from above a well-fitted black mask that hid the lower half of her face. She was about average height at 5’6” for a seemingly human female. Belts secured at least one blued pistol against her thigh and 2 knives on her shapely hips.

Ariel’s eyes were hidden but there was a sense of exasperation in her hollow voice as the Magister retorted, “Of course, I did not forget you, Ranger Rian. Everyone, also accompanying us is this ray of sunshine, Ranger Magnolia Rian. She’s here to ensure that we are obeying all of Kowloon’s laws in the execution of this mission.”

“I don’t want any trouble on this trip, it’s a long haul and I would prefer it if I didn’t have to leave anyone behind on Chateau D’Lf,” Magnolia added. Her attention was drawn to the man messing with his camera over the dark-skinned elf or the tall mushroom… man. “You there, Philip? What news agency are you with? I don’t know how a digital file can have a name smudged, but it happened. We’ll need to coordinate your broadcasts unless you are posting your story afterwards, I’ll need to check it before you publish.” She demanded with her right hand on her hip. Her expression focused on him.

Ariel turned to the others, “Rashayeid, we will indeed have need of your security services. Chateau D’Lf has served as a prison planet for about 7 years now and we do not know what we should expect when we arrive.

Ms. Woo, we will also have need of a good cook. Our kitchen will probably be one of the largest ones you’ve seen; but, there is plenty of room and time for you to experiment. We have a fresh herb and vegetable gardens in the Atrium that helps with keeping the internal atmosphere. If any of you have any dietary or religious needs, please let me, or Carol know so we can make sure we are properly stocked before we leave the station.

Doctors, you will have plenty of opportunity to research and learn. We have a few tests we will be running in one of the labs, but we have the prospect of not only discovering ancient ruins but also fossils of the earlier species. It looks promising and I look forward to collaborating with you.

And for our reporter, Philip, there will be many opportunities for an exclusive story on the expedition and our findings. All above board, of course.” Ariel’s smile was polite enough. “We have much to show you, where would you like to start the tour?”
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"If you want to guarantee everyone's safety, I will need to know more about this planet and whatever life dwells there. Just as importantly, I need to know who will be at my side for my work and what equipment and weaponry you have at your disposal." His voice trilled on "equipment and weaponry" and at the mention of who his colleagues would be. Yet his attention was focused beyond the mention of his work.
...we have the prospect of not only discovering ancient ruins but also fossils of the earlier species...
Yes, they did. For better, for worse, for the Tainanese or hs own. Perhaps those worlds were simply very popular throughout history.

He was pulled from his thoughts and the quiet fears that lurked behind his gnarled form by the mention of religious needs. His hand raised.

"A small space for my spiritual needs; anywhere is fine, even the storage room. Other than that, I am a being of few luxuries."
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Ms. Woo nodded when she was addressed. But it wasn't the kitchen that she really wanted to see; she'd see that eventually.

"Could we look at the Atrium?" she asked, trying not to think too hard about how she had never actually gardened in her life. Gardening hadn't been her family's thing. She was vaguely aware people went to school for gardening, botany, and the like, but she wasn't confident that she herself could accomplish it without instructions or a good scoop of pitying help.
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Everything on this mission was low-risk due to the nature of his job and the crew. It’ll be hard for Sam to expose himself unless he told them that he was a spy. Anything that he does can be explained as his job title, a reporter. Central HQ has everything in check to ensure that Sam has his position covered.

“I work with Prime News, based in the Alliance. I don’t do broadcasts. Prime News is a net-based article news outlet. I just have to submit a report of my findings every three years or when we are done before that time.”

Central HQ does have a frontier news outlet in the Alliance. Founded, a few years back. Prime News mainly just posts about the happenings in the Alliance and that’s really it. It’s a legit company operating as undercover outpost for the Collective and its various operations in the Alliance.

Sam knew that another agent was coming. A black cat, a Jongwu. Oddly, he does have a name. For whatever reason, Central HQ has his as “Untitled.” The black cat is the other cook that is going to work with Woo. Things might go south, if this cat starts to make friends with her, but no one would be suspicious of him. He’s too erotic to be singled out as a spy anyhow. Sam hopes.
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Catriona stared into the mirror of the sardine suite bathroom.

A tube of lipstick touched upon their lips, leaving behind a glowing pigment. Beginning at the middle lip, and branching outwards. Their neon green, bio-luminescent eyes darted like the trail of a tracer round to glance over their shoulder through the reflection. The sink was running, filling the dead silence with white noise, water idly splashing within the basin. It was draining the excess, from when Catriona splashed some over their face in an attempt to get their bearings. The door behind them was closed, and they were alone, just for the moment.

With one hand, they twisted closed the cap of the lipstick, smacking their lips together, before blankly raising their handkerchief, bearing their Clan's heraldry, and dappled it on their cheek, soaking in the leftover water rivulets. A brief moment of their eyes closing, an intrusive, instinctual image of laser fire crept in the back of their mind. Sniffing at the air, their nose wrinkled. It smelled like something was burning. But there was no alarm, nor anything particularly obvious that would seem like that. Stress was catching up with them again: their senses heightened. A shudder down the spine.

Stepping back from the mirror, and tucking the handkerchief into their breast pocket, the back of their hand brushed against the dimly hued lapels of their attire. It was a simple jumpsuit of an easily washable material, something that was picked up from a vendor on the way here. Beneath, they still wore a high-collared shirt that buttoned up around the top of the neck, keeping at least a bit of their culture in the pocket, only the collar visible due to the jumpsuit being partially unzipped, flaring out from the top of the chest.

Clipping their ID card to their lapel, sharp nails working to secure the snap, Catriona steps out from the bathroom, boot heels clicking all along the way. Their medical position is clearly stated on the card upon their chest: Physician.

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As Catriona closed the gap between they and the rest of the group, their hands moved back and began to gather the distinctively auburn swathes into a bunch, beginning to move it into a bun. By the time that they approached from the back, their eyes glanced about, trying to understand what was being talked about. Something about an atrium? Their brows furrowed in mild confusion: the only thing outwardly announcing their presence was the snapping of a band against their skull, locking hair into place.

The only movement from then on would be a hand into their utilitarian pocket, and pulling out a simplistic datapad. Attempting to behave like they were simply... There all along would be somewhat hard, considering the fact that their body quite literally glowed with reddish stripes, Catriona at least didn't make too much of a fuss and stuck to the back of the group present.

They'd spend the remaining time glancing through the datapad's entry, re-reading the expectations of the crew and the like. Their eyes traced the script, furrowing their brow, "... Where are we on the tour again?" Catriona murmured out generally, fingertip flicking through the various regulations on the document.
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Zeddados Prime, Underground Karuna Citidel in Tonku Gol



The echo of three sets of cloven hooves echoed off of the vaulted ivory hall walls as Kapil strode confidently down them, behind a pair karshvick retainers dressed in the black and gold garb of House Karuna. The golden inlays flickerd as the trio walked past disturbing the brazers lighting them below making the hallway slightly dance with bright flecks of light. As the trio approached a set of large double doors embossed with a golden rising sun motif of House Karuna, the two Retainers stepped forward each taking a handle. Wordlessly they pushed them open in unison, revealing the opulent receiving room inside.

Kapil gave a slight bow whist flicking her wings slightly as one would a cape or a cloak, to the two large Karshvick Guards. In silent unison they both gave a salute of respect of their own by taking their fist to their chest with an audible thump. Returning straight Kapil confidently strode into the chamber the large doors closing behind her.

The brazers cast a golden light around the room, playing off the frescoes and ornamentation adorning the walls. Each of the peaces telling a story of house Karuna or displaying one of the great heads of houses. Several peaces of furniture were arranged around the room, from klinai and chaise lounges and sitting chairs though one set stood proudly in the center, a large gilded chair and mahogany table in front surrounded by several other smaller chairs.

“Please come and sit. I’ve been expecting you.” A lone voice echoed from the chair,
“Of course my Lord” Kapil said with a deep graceful bow before heading towards the table.

The Lord,and head of House Karuna, was a Kudah very much like Kapil. His dark brown wings pointed downwards over the back of his throne, each sporting a large ‘eye’ in the corner and each wing trimmed in cream. Though unlike her simple yet elegant uniform as a Kush’mesh or liaison, His attire was of black silk adorned with golden inlays of house Karuna. As she sat he raised his hand and gestured over towards a human servant that had been lying in wait in the shadows.

“You may have wondered why I summoned you here Kapil Nar Karuna Kush’mesh to the Technology and Science Development and Discovery,” He began as the servant began pouring what appeared to be wine into a goblet in front of Lord Karuna and Kapil, “ As you may have heard our newest Queen and Empress, long may she reign, has decided that it is time to bring more worlds into our Empire.”

“I have heard such talk Lord Karuna, that would also explain the increased activity on our shipyards.”

“You are correct,” He said before taking a sip from his goblet, “ Vor’Kul Zu’mesh wants his fleets bolstered, repaired, and if possible refitted before any major offensive is launched.” He chuckled lightly to himself, “Still the most level headed of the High Lords, not constantly chittering over plans or chanting for more blood.”

Kapil said nothing, it wasn’t her place to joke about the High Lords of the Karshvick especially considering her place in the grand scheme of things. Instead she took a sip from her goblet, the deep red liquid leaving a metallic taste in her mouth.

“That is neither here nor their however, nor the reason why I summoned you.” Lord Karuna said bringing himself back to the conversation, “The reason I summoned you here is simple, I have learned though our networks that a fantastic opportunity for intelligence has presented itself. In a form of a help wanted add no less.”

Once again raising his hand, another human servant brought over a data slate with the Carol Octavius transmission. Taking the slate Kapil dismissed the servant with a wave of her own hand and began to read.

“If I may be so bold,” She spoke up after a moment, “I’m assuming that you want me to use my TSDD Liaison status to try and get on here to see what information and technology they have or that we can use?”

“Outside of the try part, you once again are correct.” Lord Karuna said reclining in his throne and crossing both sets of his arms, “We have already secured passage on board the Carol Octavius for you as a scientist and two of my best retainers as security. They will meet you on the transport to Shizi Station.”

Kapil was a bit shocked to say the least, she was no stranger to playing the game of political chess that was the government of the Valsh’Nar Empire but with her rank and little prestige she was usually a minor piece in the game. This was a huge honor, a boon to her potential rankings perhaps, though she suspected that Lord Karuna had much more intricate webs weaved, after all you don’t become head of one of the Nobel Houses by chance.

“I am most gracious my lord, I shall bring prestige and glory to our house and empire with this mission you have selected me for.”

“I hope you shall Kapil, if not I will sever you from house and empire myself before feeding you alive to the Zezeku, your screams as a reminder to what failure brings.”

Kapil knew that his words were not just empty threats, the game was never just for fun.

“I understand My Lord, I shall not fail you.” Kapil stood up from her chair and gave a deep bow, “If that is all I shall take my leave now.”

“I do have have one more thing before you go,” Lord Karuna said rising from his throne, “In order to make you more acceptable I have acquired some new genetic stock from one of our colony holds, I assume you have been enjoying the taste?”

Kapil glanced down at her now empty goblet, “I have, you have excellent taste my lord.”

“Yes, quite the flavor. Royal from what I understand” As he spoke he reached out and with the back of his hand gingerly felt the face of the servant at the side of the table, the liquid in the vessel sloshing slightly as she quivered “It would be a shame to waste the rest of it considering on how rare the vintage is. What would you say to having the rest as a token of my goodwill?”

“It would be an honor my lord.”

“Excellent, I will have it prepaired for you tonight. I will say it should help you make quite the appearance to our soon to be new friends.”

“Right you are Lord Karuna. Glory to the Empire and Queen.”

“And forever shall they be glorious.”



Shizi Station

“It appears they were expecting us.” Retainer Kuru said gesturing with his bionic arm towards the large ebony winged butterfly as they walked past.

”We are pretty sure its a coincidence. To many animal things here this one does not understand the obsession with them. To many colors.” Retainer Krankoz telepathically chimed in with a flick of his antennae.

Kapil mentally rolled her eyes at the two Karshvick retainers, it had been like this sense they landed on the station. For the most part the two retainers were relatively the same, both of Sho stock and standing at eight feet tall though Kuru was slightly larger which made him in charge by Karshvick standards. Both were former Khovoz whom had been recruited into service of House Karuna after the same campaign and were even from the same unit. Outside of that however they were remarkably different
personality wise, Kuru being more outspoken and forward and preferring the standard Karshvick fleshette rifle as well as openly displaying his Sho heritage via the humanoid and canine skulls on his armors belt. Krankoz on the other hand, was very quiet speaking very few words to outsiders, and only communicating telepathically with Kapil and Kuru, and even then only when necessary. Krankoz preferred to let his actions speak, and with the traditional weapon of the Sho, a large essentially two handed meat cleaver, and the Karshvick equivalent of a shotgun his actions were deafening.

Kapil didn’t mind the differneces though, they obeyed her when needed and also new what was at stake and they’re loyalty was unquestioning. Weaving though the various stalls and merchants, trying to avoid the stares of the locals, the trio eventually made they’re way towards they’re destination. The Carol Octavius.

Carol Octavius
As the Elevator doors pinged open the two large humanoid cockroaches emerged, straghting up to their full height.

“I will take the stairs next time,It is too cramped in there.” Kuru messaged the other two.

Kapil mentally rolled her eyes again, for a warrior elite he sure complained a lot. As she emerged from the elevator herself The sight would appear odd at first. Considering the First two inhabitants of the lift were roughly 8 foot tall cockroach mantis humanoid hybrids, what appeared to be a rather diminutive tan woman in they’re midst was a stark difference. Apart from the set of feather like antennae emerging from the front her her long wavy auburn hair, jet black glossy eyes, extra set of arms, and wings emerging from her back, Kapil was remarkably human looking.


“Please excuse our lateness, it was more difficult to navigate the station then expected.”

Kapil said with an apologetic bow noticing the rest of the crew, “I am Kapil of House Karuna Liaison to the Technology and Science Development and Discovery division of the Valsh’Nar Empire. I will be one of the Scientist aboard this ship I specialize in weapons and weapon development.”

Kapil gave another slight bow, adjusting her simple yet elegant black and gold lab coat, before speaking again.

“And these two are Kuru and Krankoz of Clan Sho and Loyal Retainers of House Karuna, they will be helping out with security.”

As Kapil gestured to the two Karshvick, Kuru thumped his hand to the House Karuna rising sun emblem on his chest with a thump, “We are honored to serve. Glory to The Empire and This Ship”

“And Forever Shall they be Glorious” Krankoz said with a chest thumping salute of his own.
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Magnolia folded her arms across her chest, her crimson eyes narrowed, if her mouth had been visible it was easy to imagine that she was scowling at Philip. A light flashed across her right pupil in a straight line and her posture relaxed slightly, her right hand returned to her hip. "Interesting, yes, Prime news checks out. The Eden Sandworms are doing poorly this season against the Loch Bashmus... it's a shame humans can't out compete the Kirshargal in rugby just yet. Maybe in another few hundred years we can make up the difference in the scrum line," she murmured. Her attention shifted to Rashayeid and the other newcomers.

"Ah yes, there they are. Kuru and Krankoz will be assisting you with security and one more," Magnolia turned to her left and squinted towards the end of the observation deck where the railing kept the less observant from wandering off the edge. A thick rope was tied around the railing. "Who is repelling down the observation deck." Her voice carried a tone of irritation. "Hey, Noemi! You mind joining the rest of the class?"

The rope shifted as a platinum blonde furred ears hair appeared before a similarly colored head of hair above the deck. A tall, lithe woman clad in an unimaginative black uniform similar to Magnolia's minus the badge pulled herself up on to the observation deck. She straightened and her face flushed red. "Ah, sorry. It was too tempting to find out how easy it would be to go between the decks that way." She hurried to join the others in the center and bowed. "Ah, sono desu ne... I'm Noemi Mara! You can call me, 'Mimi'! I will be one of the security team." She straightened and let out a low, impressed whistle as her amber eyes moved upwards, her tail fluffed up for a moment before it settled again. "You folks are tall!" She held her hand above her head, the more alien 'men' had a couple of feet on her own tall 6' height. Her eyes settled on the belt of human skulls. "That's impressive. I didn't realize we were in conflict with the VNE?" Her ears perked, her left ear tilted to one side in curiosity.

Carol beamed as Kapil and Catriona joined them. "Welcome Doctors! You're just in time for the tour. Magister Ariel was asking for requests for where to go next. Miss... Kapil, Misters Kuru and Krankoz, please let me know what type of configuration your quarters need." Her bright eyes turned to Rashayeid, "We can convert one of the extra labs for you to use as a place of worship, no worries! We have a lot of room for change! Just message me the list of things you need." She turned to the rest of the group, "If anyone needs something, please send me a list of supplies and I can coordinate with the Cho Cho to get it for you!"
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At the sight of his new comrades, Rashayeid's head turned quickly and his head raised. There were three insects, two of them massive and hulking armoured creatures - not an unfamiliar sight. For a second a sense of shock passed over him; he was supposed to be the only member of the alliance deployed to this mission. Yet perhaps they were a mere biological coincidence; the smaller one who accompanied these hulking predators was too delicate, too flittery, too soft to be akin to the creatures he called comrades back home. He raised his hand as they entered, waving to them. Even at his impressive height, the two guards with their scythe like limbs and bulbous eyes dwarfed him by at least two feet.

They were from another empire and given who they came with, he doubted they were truly under his control. He'd have to be careful if there were others on board with ulterior motives; given the open nature of the assignment, his trust could only extend so far.

"I will only require a room," He continued, turning back towards Carol. "My place of worship demands only my subservience."
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Krankoz and Kuru looked down in unison at the quizzical foxgirl.

"We are usually in conflict with something yes." Kuru said after a moment, setting his bionic arm on the canine head on his belt, "But judging from your appearance, we're assuming you mean this one as your we."

With a few quick flicks of his hand he removed it, lifting it up so it was at his eye level. " Good warrior this one, reason we have this bionic arm. They and their comrades protected they're what we are assuming master well. They took this one’s arm I took their head." With a shrug the Karshvick put the skull back in its place, "Small uprising on one of our planetary holds, wouldn't consider it much of a war or conflict. More of an annoyance or training experience for the younger Karshvicks."

Krankoz did not seem interested at Mimi's comment, flicking his antenna as if searching for a signal from something. Kuru nodded shortly after, "That one says that you should have nothing to worry about, where our allegiances lie or who we may or may not have fought shouldn't concern you. "

"They will not require much for special arrangements, a lab for testing would be fine for myself, hard to safely test new destructive implements without it." Kapil said to Carol with a slight chuckle, " As for rooms, again they will not need anything special. A bed or at least somewhere for them to sleep should be fine. I will need a few things however I will be sure to message you what they are and hopefully you can get."
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Glowing emerald irises rose to meet Carol, as the sudden exclamation was made, resting on the newly noticed figure with the ocular pointedness of a laser sight. There wasn't anything remotely negative to Catriona's momentary stare, but it was something that shifted from the greeting figure, to the rest of the room. From behind, they could see the gathering hodgepodge mass of men and women. While the contract they accepted was most definitely an open one to most regions, they hadn't considered what they'd seen so far as particularly... Normal. For something so formal, it was so... Informal.

Brows furrowing for a moment, as they glanced back at the creatures behind them, they took a breath. Biting their bottom lip, they couldn't help but consider a distinct reality that they were... Not expecting creatures of such insectoid origins. So long as their organs were roughly in the same place as other sapients, maybe it wouldn't be too much of a problem?

'But those two are on the security team.' Cartriona's thoughts reminded them. 'The other's a scientist as well. Can't just not know things about key personnel.'

The intrusive thought embedded itself in Catriona's mind, as the words began to jumble in their mind. Their ears, simply, weren't picking up what was being put down around them outside of the greeting. No shipdoc worth their salt could just wander around and not be sure of the wellbeing of the crew. It seemed... Some basic studying on triage was in order-- If it was even different than the other races.

But the thoughts are put aside, as Catriona blinks rapidly. It'd be rude to just go anonymous. That wasn't a part of the contract. There are new faces about.

"Apologies. I was just checking on something. My name is Doctor Cairistiona Hashur Allist, of Clan Allist. I will be offering my services as a physician and surgeon." Their eyes turn to Carol, and almost as though in vague apologies for their sudden appearance, dipping their head in her direction, for just a moment, "A pleasure to be here."

Though Catriona's face remained blank, the muscles behind the skin working overtime to not show a sign of weakness, the hue of their tone gave them away almost immediately. The area across the bridge of their nose was practically mildly glowing a light pinkish-peach color as the blood rushed to the surface, forming a blush. Cartiona's eyes glanced down to the datapad, and silently cursed their slight detour.
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They had skulls on their belts.

Nenna found a place to sit in the atrium, on the ledge of one of the rows of plants near the edges, and thought about her present situation. The new security team – hell, the entire crew – now answered the question that had been burning in the back of her mind for the last month of waiting, applying, interviewing. That question was; “Why did I get hired for this?”

The answer was; “Nobody else sane applied.”

This crew was full of insane weirdos. She tried not to stare at the disembodied heads bobbing on the insectoid’s belt. One of them looked like one of her own species. Suddenly, Nenna wanted a cigarette. Was it too late to back out? If she quit, right now, could she catch a shuttle back to the surface?

”Who we’ve fought in the past shouldn’t concern…”

Nenna shoved her hands in her hoodie’s pockets and, generally, was concerned anyway. She tried to appear small without appearing cowardly. This did not work.
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Carol's eyes glittered as she processed the individual supply requests she was privately sent.

Magister Gloriana turned towards the group with a polite smile. Her gold mask softly reflected the atrium light. She raised her hands grandly. "This is as good a place as any to start the tour. This is the atrium. All of the living quarters are in the lighthouse structure below us. At the front of this observation deck are ship control and sensor consoles. There is also a dome that encases the cockpit but that is off-limits and sealed at all times." She gestured for the group to follow her to the end of the deck and left side of the deck where Mimi's rope still dangled from the edge.

The railing was a clear material with a matte silver railing that followed the curve of the deck. Long oval consoles were evenly spaced around a central oval domed alcove that pulsed softly violet against the grey padded deck plating. Between each console against the railing were long grey planters filled with various green vegetation. Beyond, along the far right edge was a waterfall that flowed from on level to the next, contained by clear glass. Above them on either side was another railing with similar looking consoles. Below them were similar consoles and planters except on the very bottom which was more densely covered with planters, tables and chairs. Each tier was edged with a different color light arranged from red above them to indigo on the very bottom.

"The view from this level affords you a view to all of the other decks below. This is roughly 6 stories tall at approximately 80 feet tall. The base of this tiered deck structure is our kitchen and dining area. Your quarters will be on one of the levels below in the Light house. Each level has a restroom, a toilet in the same location for public use. The dormitories within the Lighthouse have a private shared bathroom, lounge area and bedrooms accessible from inside the living area only." Ariel's hand settled on a vibrant green leaf in a planter beside a glossy black computer console. "Part of our experiments here concern different methods of plant cultivation so you will see plants all over the atrium. These are generally edible to most species but please consult the ship's guide or simply ask Carol if it is safe to eat. Some mundane plants can be quite toxic, so please be careful.

I and Carol will be maintaining the plants, so none of you should concern yourselves with this experiment. I am aware that many of you are quite taller than your average human, so the lifts will feel quite cramped. We have larger freight lifts further back in the neck of the ship that will provide access unless you prefer to use the stairwell here in the middle.

Each level in the Atrium has work consoles available for research or personal use if you do not have your own terminal available. I am uncertain of the relay signal as we get closer to Leloup so if you need a particular stream to stay current on a show, I would advise setting a recording or downloading what you need."

Magnolia crossed her arms and kept to the back of the group simply watching them as the Magister continued.

"For morale purposes, the windows can be covered as they are now and have images and video projected onto them. So if there was a desire to, we could watch the Dominion Sports matches here in the Atrium or another movie of someone's choosing. All crew quarters are housed here in the head of the ship. The life boats are further below. Unless anyone has any questions, we can proceed quickly through the dormitories to the kitchen, before we head to the laboratories." Ariel waited for a moment, her mask didn't turn so it was difficult to get the impression that she was looking at any one in particular. "Of course, there are more crew aboard that will be maintaining the ship, but you probably won't see them too frequently as their duties keep them busy. I would avoid the areas marked "7" on your maps. Especially the upper areas. Those are the machine rooms for the wing mechanisms. You run the risk of being crushed in the gears if the wings are in motion or adjusting, so unless you need to be in that area, I would advise against it."
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Kapil's eyes followed Magister Gloriana as she gestured at the various things around the atrium, nodding at the appropriate moments for someone who was supposed to be paying attention. Though she vaguely was her attention and more importantly thoughts were elsewhere.

"Convent that we are barred from the cockpit." Kapil mentally messaged Kuru and Krankoz with a quick flick of her feathered antennae, "If on your patrols you find out why, I would like to know the reason behind it"


The Karshvicks in the back of the crowd both sent a psychic affirmation back, they were supposed to be security so poking around for info on the reason may not be to far out of their job description.

As the Magister mentioned the wings, and the possibility of getting unfortunately crushed in them Kuru's attention was piqued.

"How long till do you think till we find what remains of one of the crew up there?" The large insectoid quietly chuckled to Krankoz whom merely gave an indifferent shrug.
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Nenna found herself relieved that she wouldn’t be taking care of the plants, despite having been told they’d be providing a portion of the kitchen’s supply. At least one positive and hopeful thing had come out of the meeting. And, they monstrous aliens would be providing their needs to the Captain, who no doubt would pass them down to her kitchen somehow in a formalized way that, Nenna hoped, wouldn’t require having to ask.

She very, very much didn’t want to ask.

Mostly, Nenna found, she didn’t actually want the answer.

She decided to remain hopeful.

Standing up from the seat she’d found, she self-checked to make sure she didn’t look too much like a cowed civilian puppy-dog, and put on her best I Am In Front Of People face. At least she wasn’t naked this time, she reflected, as she shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets again and enjoyed the fact the hood concealed her ears, which she couldn’t quite convince to stand straight whatever the reasoning. Dancing for hungry eyes was one thing. Knowing that she could potentially, however remotely, end up in actual stomachs was another beast entirely.

She found herself naturally drifting towards the more familiar human crew. There weren’t any jongwu in the bunch save her, of course, so the next best thing were good old fashioned humans.

They were all several feet taller than she was. Like a big old wall of normal people. One of them was Philip, and the other pillars of safety, in her new somewhat-extended line of people unlikely to tear her limb from limb or sit on her decaying corpse for sustenance, were the gaggle of doctors. McAvoy, Willis, and Marsh.

To none of them in particular and maybe to all of them at once, she hopefully and respectfully offered, “This is pretty wild, huh?”
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Catriona folded their hands behind their back.

In the end, expecting engagement from a motley crew like this, especially being so late, would be somewhat of a pipedream. At the very least, Catriona decided, they had introduced their identity, and what crew was present knew who to go to if there was any sort of biological problem. A slow roll of the shoulders are given, as they let out a soft breath. The crew seemed to be getting involved with the tour at least, and that was... Something. Better than fights breaking out. And honestly, they somewhat expected things to be somewhat poor, once they saw the group of mixed nationalities.

Always a surprise lurking behind every cloud.

A slow glance is spared in Nenna's direction though. They blankly blinked at the statement of this ordeal being 'wild'. A brow rose, before they considered it. Indeed, it was 'wild'. There was no reason for Catriona to even be here, besides the posting looking for specific talents and not being too partisan when it came to hiring. It was more of an excuse to leave the home planet. The Dominion, in all its glory, was outrageously stuffy. If they had to chew out another bureaucrat from the Board again, Catriona was certain they were going to just emigrate elsewhere.

"... I guess it is, yes." Catriona affirms to Nenna in a slow nod. Their breeding preceded them, enunciation and posturing making them appear sedate, when they're actually quite excited, "What drew you here, Miss...?"

Catriona leaves the stage open for Nenna to introduce herself.
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Philip’s phone rings, not his own, the state has provided it. The phone itself only have generic photoshops of various landscapes and people. Nothing that would give away Philip.

Philip reaches down to his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Hhm, the black cat is late..As always.” Philip says in a low-tone. “Right behind you..” Philip turns his attention to his back. A black cat male Jongwu (who shall be named Sofie, but its naming comes after this tour in the kitchen, but that’s more or less for writing-convenience) with a hefty backpack quickly makes haste towards Philip.

“You’re late.” Philip says to the Sofie. “Sorry about that.” the Jongwu apologizes to Philip. Sofie looks about the ship and its people. Sofie looks towards Cairistiona and Woo. Philip looks to Sofie, he leans into the ear of Sofie, whispering. “Don’t make too many friends here…The committee is on edge, and you’re about to be retired after this.”

Sofie whispers back. “Don’t you think that they’ll be too busy planning the coup against the party? Besides, you’re on it too.” Philip responses back. “Not now, just look pretty and move along.” Both of them part a bit.

Sofie opens up. “I have a question.” Sofie pauses for a few seconds. “Can the ship AI hear all of us?”
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Edwin looked to his two associates with a slightly raised eyebrow after hearing the general introduction to the ship itself. A lab of their own would be perfect, leaving their equipment for their hands only. What surprised him was the very... broad choice of selection among the hires. Almost every corner of the sector was included, and he doubted that his operation was the only one. The Colonies had long since been abandoned, and with them went their links to technology, science, and the natural resources needed to maintain an empire. While Kowloon had managed to survive the blackout quite cleanly, the stories he had heard led that the other systems had been far from as fortunate. This lack of intelligence of the area, the liberal hiring of crew, and a ship that was about as unique in the sector as could be would leave them at what Erich would say was a disadvantage, and one that Edwin would find as curious and fascinating.

He thought best to continue to play on his persona.

"I hope you," he gestured blankly towards the ship's company, "do not mind if I send my associates to finish the transfer, assembly, and preparation of our equipment? Our experiments begin as soon as the ship departs and our employers will not be happy if their information is skewed." Edwin put up a face to disguise his general annoyance with the sudden variables that had now arisen. Either way, the security of their lab had to be paramount overall. Edwin didn't wait for an answer. Turning to the female, Miss McAvoy, he spoke cooly, "Go ahead and take Mark to the lab and get everything shipshape. If you need me, I believe our AI companion," He turned and gave a very bright smile to Carol, "will help you locate me. Go."

With that, Edwin turned back to the majority of the group and awaited the tour to continue.
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With heavy footsteps Sock made his way carefully with a teetering stack of equipment on his back, hauling all the tools and supplies he would need to keep a ship running, also wearing his powered space suit mostly because of the sheer amount of items that needed to be moved. None of it was officially labelled as a weapon, except for a novelty sized tension spring catapult, that was mostly legal. Mostly.

Having worked on the innards of Shizi station, Sock was uniquely qualified to work on Magistars ships without having a magistar enginmancer aboard themselves. Any device half of magic half of technology was always going to be a nightmare to fix, even if the Carol Octavious only mostly only looked like it had magical properties. Didn't mean the two elements working on the same ship wouldn't have problems. Hence the need for someone to do everything from clean the floors to clear the gears.

Sock caught up to what appeared to be the rest of the crew getting a tour and just played it cool, pretending like a giant stack of hard cases hadn't less than quietly moved itself behind the group, as Sock attempted to peer over the heads of the rest of the group to see what they were looking it.
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Magister Gloriana turned towards Edwin and his team, her expression unreadable behind her mask and her gravelly voice was simply a neutral polite tone, "That's fine. There are more than enough labs for each researcher to have their own and set their locks, if they wish to keep some findings of their experiments to themselves. OF course, there is some measure of collaboration that was agreed upon when you joined our crew. There is a shared lab where each researcher must spent at least 2 hours a day working on something for the Consortium but otherwise, we hold no claim on your research. If you have more specific needs and materials for configuration due to the unique circumstances of your biologies and research, direct the inquiries to Carol and she will get the supplies routed."

She gestured to Catriona, "At your convenience and Doctor Hashur Allist's convenience, I expect everyone to have routine medical treatment and counselling to ensure that the stress of the long term mission and the prolonged travel is not too arduous for you. I'm sure they will need some assistance in treating everyone's unique biology. Please be patient with Doctor Hashur Allist and provide them with any pertinent information they might need to treat you in case of illness or injury. That being said, if you have any allergies or medical conditions, now would be the time to pass the information to the Doctor, as they have the daunting task of being our ship's physician."

Magnolia raised an eyebrow at Sofie's late appearance and looked down at Sock with a measure of sympathy. "Do you want help?" She asked in a low voice. "We can get a wagon to move that to your workshop," she offered.

Carol considered the question of whether she was always listening. "Ah, Miss Ariel and Miss Scott have asked that if I am walking around, that I refrain from recording unless you call my name. So yes, I am everywhere at once but unless you initiate the command, I won't answer," she blushed a bit. "But... but, I'm really good at keeping secrets!"

Magister Gloriana nodded. "This is a civilian research vessel. Many compartments are sound proofed and have individual controls to create unique biospheres for experiments to be conducted without interruption or disturbance. We can do a quick tour of the crew quarters. To make it easier for our taller crew, we can take the stairs down to the lighthouse instead of the lift. Please note that the toilets at are located in roughly the same location on every level here, near the stairwell. On this level, the captain's quarters are behind the lift. Let's go to the crew quarters, quickly and then to kitchen and dining area, where I can show you were the lifeboats are. There are also extinguishers on every level by the lifts and the stairs. Without further ado," Ariel gestured towards the stairs and walked towards them.

The staircase spiraled down the central structure in the floor, leading into the various crew quarters. Ariel paused on the first landing in front of a black wooden door with silver accents. She waved her hand in front of the door knob and the door slid open. She led them in and gestured around her to the common area painted in a cheerful sly blue with clouds above white paneling. It was a small green carpeted sitting area with a floral couch and matching armchairs, a bookcase and a flat panel attached to the wall in a recess that resembled a window. There were multiple doors in different shades of red leading into the bedrooms with central hallway leading deeper into the chamber. "This is the common area. Each of the doors lead to the bedrooms and the hallway goes to the rest rooms. The living quarters in the Lighthouse are compartmented from their observation deck and common work consoles to afford some privacy."

She opened one of the bedrooms to reveal something reminiscent of a dormroom with a full sized bed, a small bookcase, a combination dresser/armoire and a small desk workstation. "If this set-up is not appropriate, let Carol know and we can reconfigure it but all of the rooms in the Lighthouse have a similar set-up. House rules require that you keep the common areas tidy and your rooms clean but you are free to redecorate from this children's hospital type of theme."

Ariel gave them some room to explore and led them through the back hallway where they discovered four other doors painted in various shades of reddish grey. "The restrooms are shared but they are still private. Each one of these grey doors leads into a full bathroom with toilet and shower and can be locked. If you wish to examine these more now, I can leave you to it and just meet you all outside on this levels observation deck."
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Rashayeid quietly noted everything as it came but his eyeless gaze followed the rest of the crew more carefully. The lizard like creature with the almost comically large bag of its equipment, the enormous insectoids who would be his comrades, the horned woman whose beautiful visage seemed to hide something tense and taut, the chrome-headed bearded man - he knew them as little more than fellow passengers. His psychic power was not that of legends or myths; he couldn't pry open their skulls and drink of whatever forbidden thoughts lurked beneath their surface.

He was security but was he a subordinate or in charge? He had a number of credentials to bring, perhaps more than anyone else here he vainly wondered, yet nobody was supposed to know that. His appearance likely said all they needed to know and if they had seen the weapons somehow when he'd brought them in their black cases, those had spoken just as clearly. If it hadn't been decided, he would prefer to have a leg-up on any potential future threats. He was skeptical of the loyalties of the insects but the semi-bestial entities? Perhaps given their lower stature they would be more bound to any potential status he could wield.

His hand raised slowly along with his hood, revealing the full grotesque sight of his faded, blotchy flesh and the blood-crusted bone colouration of his head and face. Flaps of flesh retracted to reveal teeth that resembled more of miniature stalactites and stalagmites, moving little as something deep rumbled from his body.

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Lisette had been home for only a single day when she saw the dramatic advertisement for the first time.

She had been sleeping in that morning, recovering her energy after the long trip from Port Endeavor to Pacifica. Originally, she had planned to take over a month off to reunite with old friends and family. However, upon seeing the advertisement appear on her Netcaster for the third time in under an hour, the diminutive Nisse was convinced that it was an opportunity of a lifetime. Lisette had always been an adventurous woman. As such, she craved any job that would see her posted to a space-faring vessel of some kind. While she enjoyed her time on Port Endeavor, the station had mostly stayed in a single area of space for the duration of her posting. After a while, the station had become fairly monotonous. However, she had met many interesting characters there, especially during her weekend excursions into the station’s nightclubs and bars.

She wrote her entire application in a little under thirty minutes, having put her morning skincare and hair routine on hold while she banged the words out rapid-fire on her keyboard. When it was finished, Lisette slammed the computer shut and dozed off for another hour.

When she woke up from her snooze, the first notification that she saw on her mini-smart tablet was the date and time of her interview.

It was in six hours.

Seven Days Later, Present - 3020 GSC

Amidst the towering and distinct insectoid figures abound in the small tour group, a three-foot tall space elf was quite easy to miss, especially when she had neglected to speak up for most of the tour. Nevertheless, as the group was led through the ship by the red-haired Magister, Lisette silently trained the layout of the vessel to memory. While seeing so many large insectoid aliens was a somewhat novel to the young Nisse, Lisette also paid attention to the canine Jongwu who she presumed would be her boss after hearing the blonde-furred woman introduce herself as the cook. The Taianese would be disgusted at the thought of taking orders from a creature that they presumed to be an animal. Fortunately, Lisette held no such compunctions, especially after interacting with a number of Jongwu on Port Endeavor.

When the Magister finished speaking, Lisette took the opportunity to explore the open bedroom. Thankfully, she was quite used to living in and interacting with accommodations that were meant for beings three times her height. Although her previous boss on Port Endeavor had made an effort to ensure that she only cleaned the rooms intended for human-sized occupants, there were many times where she was ordered to clean rooms for Kishargal occupants. As such, Lisette had grown quite proficient and propping herself up onto large furniture. In addition, her small size allowed her to clean areas that the bigger housekeepers were unable to reach. Her boss had noted more than a few times that the Kishargal’s rooms were cleaner whenever she went through them, in spite of the extra effort she had to exert in doing so.

For a woman of her size, the beds were luxuriously large. However, Lisette decided that she would need to ask Carol for a few footstools before the ship departed from the station.
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Apolliona Au Valentina was not slow by any means, and rather she would consider herself rather sharp, though she knew to boast was far from acceptable away from the strange culture of the Volarian homeworld. There, one's status could be levied to support one's abilities, even if they were never displayed, though it carried the risk of harming one's status should the promised ability be lacking. Apolliona was never lacking. Here, it would be best to allow her work to speak for her, effectiveness and results over vocalization. As such, she said nothing, even as the tour seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Tours had never functioned well for her, particularly in some of the mazelike atriums she had traveled through daily in training. She found it far better to simply travel the areas to get from one place to another, and simply no other method would do in learning her way around.

She wore dark goggles, and it hid her eyes from those that looked at her. They were synthetic, an actual brand rather than the strange organic ones that her loyalist brethren typically used that often consisted of the same kind of material that graced the wings of flighted insects. "Due to the origin of my species, and the lack of natural light present on our planet, I am acutely sensitive to light. As such, I would kindly request that my room, and my lab be fitted accordingly. I can provide detail medical information regarding my biology to the doctors when the time arises. As for a lab, I would require a notable amount of biofuel, and a number of living subjects, preferably close to rabbits."
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"My datapad is always open for communique. I would have to urge in favor of the Magister's request, however. I can't fully help any of you, without some amount of risk, if there is information being withheld. Any information transmitted will remain confidential." Catriona's voice flows with an accent thick of dialects from Ersetu. A brief two finger salute is given towards the Magister, as well as an upnod, in distant thanks of getting that part of the ordeal out of the way. It was always the most awkward part of working on contract: Introductions.

Though, an anomaly in Catriona's behavior would be evident. Though the two-finger salute was brief, it was held for far too long. To the observant eye, one might be able to discern that the mixed breed just tried to use a gesture that they only just recently learned about, or even understood. It was not yet committed to the lexicon of nonverbal behaviors.

A curious glance was given, though, the moment the tour resumed. The amount of heads within this ship, and the sheer difference between the species now that Catriona had a clearer picture of them all, was a bit overwhelming. Though they were a bit confused by the insectoids, there were more questions internally raised about the smaller members of the crew. Question that would remain silent upon their tongue. So, the freshly minted (at least for this specific contract) ship physician joined the group in exploring the ship itself.

Strangely, no requests outside of standard medical equipment would be requested. The time to ask for such things came, and then passed.
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Kuru and Krankoz looked at the Rashayeid in unison, giving a brief antennae flick before Kuru spoke up.

"We are obviously armed, and as for experience we both have plenty. This one would glady tell stories of some of our campaigns." Kuru tapped the humanoid skull on his belt to accent his point before continuing.

"Has for who's in charge? That is a complicated question we think. If you mean of us Karshvick we serve The Valsh'Nar Empire and House Karuna so Liaison Kapil would be in charge due to us warding her." The large insectoid gave a shrug, "However, because Lady Kapil is lending her services to Dr. Scott and the Magisters we will defer to their leadership for our time on this vessel until otherwise noted."

Krankoz gave a low mumble in Valsh, what was obvioulsy a curse even with language barriers before speaking up on his own.

"The Zu'Lor speaks to much." Krankoz said with a low growl of heavily accented common, "Simple to say we are in the dark as well."



Kapil paid no attention, more so wasn't concerned with what the two Karshvicks were saying as she peered into one of the rooms. She made a mental note of the lay out of the common aera as well as she scanned over the still gathering crowd of what she could only assume were the key elements of the crew. ' Surprised this many different species made an appearance' she thought to herself before navigating her way around the small throng of people making mental notes of everything.
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“Woo,” she told Catriona, when she had the chance. The tour had, of course, moved on as they’d all been talking, “Nenna Woo. The cook.”

A lot of this sciency stuff didn’t pertain to her, she knew, but she listened as they went back and forth about security and protocol anyway. More and more, it was beginning to look to her – as though it hadn’t already – as though the ship were comprised, actually, of many little tiny factions cobbled together into something resembling a ship’s crew, rather than as a united vessel. Briefly, she wondered if she’d end up being caught up in it somehow. Or maybe she would be like the Pilot, and hole herself off in the kitchen, making food with some super-fancy automated equipment and leaving the rest of them to, figuratively, stew in it.

The rooms, when she saw them, she liked immediately, and instantly set about mentally setting hers up. She had brought some of her stuffed animals from home, rolled up a few posters. She’d brought her blankets too, though she reflected morosely that they might need a bit of fumigation. The ants would have got into them. Or something would have, she were sure. The last place she had lived hadn’t exactly been the nicest place in the whole wide universe.

She picked one further around the curve from the entry door, and asked the ship, quietly, so as not to interrupt the security-loyalty questions the bug-men were answering, “Hey, Carol? Can I have this one?”
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Sock's head turned side to side taking in the whole crew before the masked Magnolia asked him if he needed a wagon for his equipment, tipping his head as he tried to pick up on what she was saying.

"Why thankee-dankee miss fancy maskee." He replied in a slightly high pitched voice, tipping his chin up and covering one eye with a hand.

"Just bringing me ol' ereyday carries, and sum. I ain't no enginseer but as long as there will there way, plus a bit o' spit and some fingers, am I right?" He laughed, scratching the back of his head nervously as he graciously accepted the offer of a cart.

It was English, but spoken in such a way that understanding of it took a moment after the speaker delivered, and even there with a tentative grasp of meaning or intent. A flurry of words assaulted the ears with their harsh pronunciation and lyrical expression, making the listener prickle as though someone was speaking another language in front of them that they couldn't understand. Especially true for the other alien crew members.

The creaking power suit was well worn, with plenty of scratches and wear on joints and plates, it's dull orange safety colors decorated with scars of service, half destroyed warnings and decals dotted the carapace as the machine suit moved with heavy steps. It had made sure all its users had kept a hold of fingers and toes, perhaps for generations.

Sock peered into the rooms with one large eye curiously, taking in the alien furniture. Noting the lack of suitable standing space to sleep, he started planning how to make the space habitable before peering back out.
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Doctor March walked into one of the rooms like a businessman looks at the hotel room that his company booked for him as cheaply as possible. His eyes met every detail, every edge, with a drill instructors gaze. Every imperfection had to be noticed for reasons that would never go public, not even to his associates. Mostly because he expected them to do the same. The room itself was actually quite nice for a ship of this specific origin. It would work decently for him. The tour guide was right, it did look like a children's ward. The only thing that bothered him about it was that he didn't bring anything to decorate with.

"Is there any objections to me taking this room?" Edwin stuck his head out of the doorway towards the rest of the group with and awkward grin, "I think it looks less depressing than the other ones." Truth of the matter was, he wanted to get secured quickly so he would not have to worry about it later in the case that they ended up somewhere else for the time being or that the Magisters would force them to start working once the tour ended. That was the one thorn he had in his side, but he was forced to bear it.

He turned towards where he had last seen the ship's AI's avatar and spoke out, "Miss Carol, what decorating or modifying can you do to these rooms? For curiosity's sake?"
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Magister Gloriana nodded to the requests for supplies and accommodations. Her head turned towards Carol. "Carol, please make sure that an appropriate environment is set up for Doctor Au Valentina and her test subjects."

The child AI nodded, "Will do!"

Ariel turned towards Rashayeid and thoughtfully tapped her chin with a green gloved hand. "Ah yes, we hadn't discussed who will lead the security team. Everyone's resume was impressive in that regard, skull accessories not withstanding. Ranger Rian is here as an observer and the Karshvick are assisting us. If you would like to lead this security team, Mr. Graelsari, then you may. When we get to the armory, you'll be able to coordinate with the Weapons system AI, Valencia for more specifications and protocols for the defensive systems."

Magnolia offered Sock a bemused nod, "Right. It is a strange ship. Magic and bullshit is what I heard it best described as. Not much should be broken already but we'll see what happens."

"One wagon coming up," Carol chimed. Her attention turned from the Ranger towards Nenna and then to Doctor March, "Okay! I can mark those rooms for you! The wallpaper is a static projection and the carpet color can be changed. If you need new furniture, we have time to order something from the station. Climate and lights are easy! If you need fluffies, we can also get them too." She glanced over at Nenna for a moment and then back to Doctor March and Apolliona. "I can drop the lights in the compartment below this one for you, Ms. Valentina."

Carol knelt down and pulled out a bright red cart from a hidden compartment in the wall for Sock. The seam in the wall disappeared as soon as it had appeared. She pushed the cart over to the Bu Qi with a smile. "Here you go, one wagon."

The Magister took a deep breath before she continued, "All right, unless there are any other questions, we can head downstairs for the kitchen and dining room tour. Once again, dietary requests, needs, and allergies should be offered to the kitchen staff and Carol so we can ensure we have the correct food stuffs on hand."
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Magister Ariel Gloriana waited for further questions and comments and was greeted by bored silence. She turned and led the team down too many flights of stairs to the bottom of the Lighthouse. The stairwell opened out to the brightness of an artificial blue sky with simulated sunlight streaming down through the atrium. Before them was something that looked more like a fancy outdoor restaurant than a ship galley. Round tables covered in clean white table clothes edged in dark red embroidery and plush maroon chairs hugged the curve of a grey field stone wall edges with overflowing planters of a rainbow assortment of flowers and greenery. Little orange and black butterflies flitted from blossom to blossom. In the distance, there was the song of unseen songbirds. The aroma of damp earth, cut grass mingled with the bouquet of wildflowers.

Off to the far right side were a bank of 12 black computer consoles with high stools. To the left was the large door that opened into the kitchen. Ariel pushed the door open and held it open for the team to come in or to just observe. It had to be the largest and best equipped kitchen that Nenna had ever seen. It certainly wasn't something she had imagined would be on a ship- perhaps a cruise starliner but not a scientific research vessel. Sleek new appliances lined the back wall of the kitchen behind numerous lines of counters and cooking surfaces. It could easily allow for more chefs to prepare hundreds of meals. Like much of the other areas of the ship, none were meant for a person as small as Lisette.

The kitchen had another central doorway alongside a serving window. On the opposite side were counters with microwaves and coffee pots.

Carol beamed, "Isn't it great?! I can't wait for there to be cookies and cakes in here!"

Ariel smugly smiled, "The fridges can accommodate any number of food stuffs. Please note, that in anticipation for more unique dietary needs, we included a specimen fridge as well. Please refrain from placing the more common foodstuffs in there. For those that were worried about the sobriety request, we do have a large wine cellar as well. If you are off duty, you are free to enjoy. We just request that you coordinate with the kitchen staff before removing anything from the kitchen- as they have to maintain proper inventory control to ensure we have enough supplies. If you have anything particular you want to eat, please coordinate with Miss Woo, who is our designated Head Chef.

To avoid stepping on too many toes, there are microwaves and coffee pots in the dining room as well. I do expect some sort of daily menu and planned meals but I understand that some requests might require individual preparation."

Mimi's soft white fox ears switched and her tail swished impatiently to the side as she shuffled towards the dining area. She held her hand over her eyes as she looked up at the artificial sky. "Y'all are going to need to do something about the brightness for that other Doc if this sort of lighting is going to cause her pain. I mean, it's pretty and all, but maybe we could settle for twilight or something?"

Magnolia hang at the back of the group, simply watching. "Magister, the labs are the next stop?"

Ariel nodded, "Of course. Any questions, comments, or what have you before we continue?"
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Sock turned his head, and leaned over to peer curiously as the little cart appeared from the wall, the tower of ‘stuff’ that was hitched to his back creaking threateningly as it impersonated Pisa. As the cart came to his feet the entire rig creaked again as he stood back up straight.

“Nifty bit o’ peddl’in little devices hiding away in the walls there, you just keep your pretty biddy right on down there.” The big alien said as he turned and crouched down, fiddling with the rig on his back.

With the tenderest and gentle crash of metal on metal as the stacks of boxes slipped down and landed upon the wagon, leaning side to side precariously as he put a hand on the stack as he stood back up.

“Well little miss Sister Bear, you’ll have to give me the B’s and D’s on these sneaky rat runs you’ve got snaking around in the walls o’ this rinky dink. Although, hope’in I’m nots havinsta clean the ass end of these disability for peoples in the verticality department access tunnels, ya know.” He said as the group marched to the kitchen.

As the topic of dietary requirements was brought up, the aliens pupils dilated to their maximum at the mention of requests.

“I require bacon with every meal.” The alien said robotically as the image of stacks of bacon three feet high coming out of the kitchen filled his head. A long pink tongue whipped around and his snout and picked up the slowly building drool on his lips.
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This, she notes, was definitely a lot bigger than she'd ever had the pleasure of seeing - well, maybe it matched the place she'd studied, but she didn't really want to linger there too much after how she'd left her first Chef, so, she didn't. She just looked at all the counters, all the equipment, and two things went through her head - first off, she'd be responsible for keeping all this clean. Second, it was cool as shit.

She almost missed the re-introduction, but not quite. Miss Woo raised her hand. Granted, given the general height line she was finding herself on the very bottom of, she had to raise it pretty high.

"That's me," she said. "I'm Miss Woo. As far as the meals, yeah, we'll run kind of like a cafe with some options, since the crew's so small, and make it as it's ordered, so if you have any requests, toss me a message. We'll have a day or two of group meals while we build the menu, but, after that, we should be able to flex to everyone's tastes."

She pocketed her hands again; really, she'd only got one reply, so she looked to Sock. Sock was not something that had ever entered her experience before, here, in the Tai Pan empire, or in Kowloon, though she twitched her ears at him and couldn't help but smile a bit.

"It can't all be bacon, though."
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"I will gladly take this offer." He did a short little bow as he did so, the faded veiny white-red of his crown momentarily greeting their sight. Veins and tubes within his chest tensed and tightened; he was being offered this position off of the bat but there was no telling how the rest of the crew would take to his leadership. Yet if he was allowed, were they aware of his background? That did not bode well for the bigger picture if so.

He walked along silently; while this was just a cover, he'd still need to do his work convincingly enough to keep the privileges it required. And to do that, he would need to know what the ship had at its disposal; its personnel, their training, weaponry, their normal protocols. The quiet giant facade would have to hold.

He couldn't help but look at the wagon carting creature somewhat cautiously; something about it alerted something to hits fungoid mind. Not the same way as the enormous bugs but he'd keep an eye on them all if he could.
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Catriona's thin fingers slowly slipped into their own breast-pocket. Producing a small square handkerchief, they let out a light cough, before refolding it and putting it away. Rolling their shoulders, the strange Kishargal half-breed seemed to ease their posture and simply blend in with the mismatched crowd, as much as they could without seeming out of place in the attempt itself. Their eyes slowly half lid, as they scanned the environment around them, considering just what was the layout of this place. Wasn't like any ship they'd been on. But... Then again, Kishargal means of operation were very... Different, when it came to the ships.

Physicians weren't even allowed on most naval vessels because of how bad it got.

And slowly... Their fingers went to their side. Tracing against the holster that was beneath their jumpsuit, they knew that if things got bad, they had some means of defense. Truth be told, due to how... Backwards, at least through Catriona's eyes, the Kishargal navy was, they didn't really know what to expect during an open-fire situation. Their brows furrowed as they briefly worried about pirates. Something... Wasn't rubbing Catriona right. This had to be awfully public, if all these different species were coming out the woodworks to take the job, right? Their eyes slowly glance through the crowd... And the sheer diversity made them mentally step back.

They closed their eyes. It was just the nerves talking.

Shaking their head, as the tour continues, Catriona couldn't shake the strange feeling nagging at the stem of their brain. Something was strange about this. Not like it was something bad, but... As their mind adjusted, they remembered the name they just got. Ms... Woo, was it? Their mind churned, as they glanced to the side, with glowing eyes, towards the woman once again.

A light chuckle left their lips as their eyes settled upon Nenna and Sock, "... I'm fine with whichever. No special diet. ... Though if bacon's all that lad eats... Might need an examination soon, for all that cholesterol." The humor was dry, but an attempt was made, with a slightly skewed, awkward grin.
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The Valsh'Nar emissaries selected their rooms before the tour moved on, the Karshvick grabbing one together and the Kudah procuring one across from them.

At the sight of the kitchen and eating area Kapil had to raise an eyebrow in admiration and curiosity.

"Very nice accommodations seeing as this is a research vessel. One would think that they would be a bit more Spartan." The moth said to no one in particular. Taking a free hand she traced a finger over the edge of a nearby counter lifting it up and inspected for dust, rubbing what minute amount she found off with a flick of her hand, "I am a bit curious as to why its so nice and well stocked though."

She let her inquiry hang for a minute, no real hurry or inclination that she wanted it answered anytime soon before speaking up again, "We require no special request for food, im sure whatever miss woo comes up with will be fine and edible. Also Kuru and Krankoz and pretty much eat anything for nutrition if that helps with your menu options."

The large roaches didn't offer anything in the way of defense or affirmation on Kapil's statement, they stood in the back of the crowd and murmured to themselves in their native language. Their bodylanguage and tone giving off that it was of nominal importance.
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