Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2014 11:44:32 GMT -5
Crossing the huge workshop, gears and machines pounding in an arrhythmic hum of industry, the longarm glanced over to a man in a lab-coat. "One moment, Suriko. JENKINS." Not yelling, but merely making himself heard over the machinery. It took a moment, but the other scientist finished writing on his clipboard, and made his way through the constantly criss-crossing carts. "Sir? Did you need something?" The smaller, rather mousy man seemed to be unconsciously crossing his legs whenever Flynn moved. Grabbing the clipboard from his hands, which elicited an even larger flinch from the man, he scribbled for nearly a minute, then tossed it back, dusting his hands. "I need the following delivered to Testing Room 3, as well as the tool set from my office. Pass that off to the first worker you see who doesn't look like he's doing anything. The Mass-Production assembly looks excellent." Turning, he gestured once more to the pair of new recruits, and then called back "Oh, and send Ensign Shuman or one of the other Quartermasters down here as soon as you can." As the trio left, Jenkins could vaguely be heard to mutter, jaw hanging open slightly, ".... Did he just complement me? He never complements anyone...."
After a minute more, Flynn ducked into a hallway, and then a door, bringing them finally into what appeared to be a combination Office and Surgical room. A plush bed, with restraints and a number of moving parts, sat off to one side. On the shelves, and the table, and even the desk, a number of mechanical body parts, weapons, and projects were assembled. Leaning back against the metal desk, the scientist gestured to his rather cluttered surroundings. "Now. To answer your question, Suriko, essentially it boils down to this. We are going to be headed, as you heard, for Lab 3. This labratory was overrun by experiments after a rather foolish decision nearly 6 months ago. I was one of the staff there at the time, and a few didn't make it out before we were forced to seal it. There were numerous panic rooms, stocked with supplies, but it's still likely that, given their lack of combat ability, they are dead."
Sighing, he gestured to the map on the wall, depicting an aerial view of the Lanza Island Chain. Marked on the map, several peaks had been designated "Lab" followed by a number. Lab 3 was circled. Standing, and walking over to the window, he slid open the shutter, allowing light to filter in. Through the slightly dusty porthole style opening, a mountain peak could be seen, rising out of the water. In it, set like a gem in a ring, was a giant circular metal door, closed tightly. "That's the sealed main entrance. We'll be taking a side door and coming out in the middle of the labs. This brings me to the bad part." Gripping the bridge of his nose, Flynn removed his glasses for a moment. "The inside contains an unknown number of corrupted experiments. We were attempting to revive nearly dead Marines with cybernetics, as well as a number of captured pirates before that. The tests were going reasonably well, and then it all went to hell. One of the subjects had some kind of fungal infection, and it spread to a examination tool." Shuddering for a moment, he continued.
"It was gross neglect. If they had been checking the subjects for medical anomalies, or sanitizing their tools after every use, like usual, it would never have happened. However, the doctor in question was rather careless, and the infection spread to all of the subjects under his watch. During the cleansing, multiple other patients died suddenly. Then, they got out of bed." Staring out the window, Flynn seemed lost in thought. "The attempts to revive the almost dead humans had resulted in far too much machinery replacing vital areas of the brain. The people were just barely alive, and mad.... and in control of their mostly cybernetic bodies. They might as well be zombies."
There was a knock on the door, and the scientist, rather somber, left the window. Before opening it, he stared hard at the pair. "The reason for the 6 month wait was to allow the dead bodies to rot, weakening the... the zombies, I suppose. At this point, they should be easy to handle. This will still be a challenge, and if you want to leave, I don't blame you. Just be aware, this is more or less your trial by fire." Opening the door, he beckoned in a man pushing a large cart, and a smaller female, perhaps 5 feet high, in an officer's coat. She seemed cheery enough, and had a shock of bright red hair spilling out of the back of her cap in a wave of spikes and curls. Nodding, the recruit pushing the dolley left, and the woman saluted.
"Officer Shuman, sir. I hear you're now my superior, that's sudden. Still, about par for the course with that Reginald. I assume he's off utilizing his Pirate-Chucks?" Rolling his eyes slightly, Flynn nodded. "It appears so, yes. In the meantime, I need you to fill these two out as new Recruits. They've been assigned under me due to my new rank. They need to get on payroll, and all that." Nodding, Shuman produced two clipboards and handed them to Suriko and Mari. "Names here, sign, just put down your info. Then come with me so we can get your uniforms." She turned to leave, but was stopped mid-stride by a hand on her shoulder. "Actually, Suriko needs to stay here with me. He's getting the Swordsman Chassis upgrade." Blinking, Shuman looked over at Suriko, and then back at Flynn. "Well, if you say so. Come on, Mari, was it? Let's go get you set up." Leaving the room, the firey-headed Ensign headed off for the Quartermaster's storehouse, leaving the two men alone together.
They then made passionate love while rainbows exploded into being overhead
As this is not yaoi fanfiction, this is what actually happened.
Gesturing for Suriko to lay down, Flynn moved over to the cabinet on the wall, moving a pile of papers off. A few fluttered down, landing on the floor, including a folder labeled "Ashlynn's Collaboration ideas." Removing a bottle, the doctor expertly flipped it, checking the label as he removed a syringe from the rack on the wall. Placing it in a small vat of ani-septic solution, he popped the bottle open with one hand, and then stuck the syringe inside. He seemed very much in his element now, surrounded by the tools of his trade, his devices, and with an imminent subject to work on. "This will put you out for a while. When you wake up, you'll be in a recovery room, likely with your body being moved around by the nurses. That's normal, we want you to acclimate to new bits as fast as possible. You have a fairly optimal build, so hopefully that goes well." Placing the needle on a point just between the shoulder and neck, Flynn depressed the plunger. "You're the lucky one, here. You get to just sleep through this." A creeping, slow, lazy feeling spread from the injection point, as Flynn began unpacking the boxes.
After a minute more, Flynn ducked into a hallway, and then a door, bringing them finally into what appeared to be a combination Office and Surgical room. A plush bed, with restraints and a number of moving parts, sat off to one side. On the shelves, and the table, and even the desk, a number of mechanical body parts, weapons, and projects were assembled. Leaning back against the metal desk, the scientist gestured to his rather cluttered surroundings. "Now. To answer your question, Suriko, essentially it boils down to this. We are going to be headed, as you heard, for Lab 3. This labratory was overrun by experiments after a rather foolish decision nearly 6 months ago. I was one of the staff there at the time, and a few didn't make it out before we were forced to seal it. There were numerous panic rooms, stocked with supplies, but it's still likely that, given their lack of combat ability, they are dead."
Sighing, he gestured to the map on the wall, depicting an aerial view of the Lanza Island Chain. Marked on the map, several peaks had been designated "Lab" followed by a number. Lab 3 was circled. Standing, and walking over to the window, he slid open the shutter, allowing light to filter in. Through the slightly dusty porthole style opening, a mountain peak could be seen, rising out of the water. In it, set like a gem in a ring, was a giant circular metal door, closed tightly. "That's the sealed main entrance. We'll be taking a side door and coming out in the middle of the labs. This brings me to the bad part." Gripping the bridge of his nose, Flynn removed his glasses for a moment. "The inside contains an unknown number of corrupted experiments. We were attempting to revive nearly dead Marines with cybernetics, as well as a number of captured pirates before that. The tests were going reasonably well, and then it all went to hell. One of the subjects had some kind of fungal infection, and it spread to a examination tool." Shuddering for a moment, he continued.
"It was gross neglect. If they had been checking the subjects for medical anomalies, or sanitizing their tools after every use, like usual, it would never have happened. However, the doctor in question was rather careless, and the infection spread to all of the subjects under his watch. During the cleansing, multiple other patients died suddenly. Then, they got out of bed." Staring out the window, Flynn seemed lost in thought. "The attempts to revive the almost dead humans had resulted in far too much machinery replacing vital areas of the brain. The people were just barely alive, and mad.... and in control of their mostly cybernetic bodies. They might as well be zombies."
There was a knock on the door, and the scientist, rather somber, left the window. Before opening it, he stared hard at the pair. "The reason for the 6 month wait was to allow the dead bodies to rot, weakening the... the zombies, I suppose. At this point, they should be easy to handle. This will still be a challenge, and if you want to leave, I don't blame you. Just be aware, this is more or less your trial by fire." Opening the door, he beckoned in a man pushing a large cart, and a smaller female, perhaps 5 feet high, in an officer's coat. She seemed cheery enough, and had a shock of bright red hair spilling out of the back of her cap in a wave of spikes and curls. Nodding, the recruit pushing the dolley left, and the woman saluted.
"Officer Shuman, sir. I hear you're now my superior, that's sudden. Still, about par for the course with that Reginald. I assume he's off utilizing his Pirate-Chucks?" Rolling his eyes slightly, Flynn nodded. "It appears so, yes. In the meantime, I need you to fill these two out as new Recruits. They've been assigned under me due to my new rank. They need to get on payroll, and all that." Nodding, Shuman produced two clipboards and handed them to Suriko and Mari. "Names here, sign, just put down your info. Then come with me so we can get your uniforms." She turned to leave, but was stopped mid-stride by a hand on her shoulder. "Actually, Suriko needs to stay here with me. He's getting the Swordsman Chassis upgrade." Blinking, Shuman looked over at Suriko, and then back at Flynn. "Well, if you say so. Come on, Mari, was it? Let's go get you set up." Leaving the room, the firey-headed Ensign headed off for the Quartermaster's storehouse, leaving the two men alone together.
Gesturing for Suriko to lay down, Flynn moved over to the cabinet on the wall, moving a pile of papers off. A few fluttered down, landing on the floor, including a folder labeled "Ashlynn's Collaboration ideas." Removing a bottle, the doctor expertly flipped it, checking the label as he removed a syringe from the rack on the wall. Placing it in a small vat of ani-septic solution, he popped the bottle open with one hand, and then stuck the syringe inside. He seemed very much in his element now, surrounded by the tools of his trade, his devices, and with an imminent subject to work on. "This will put you out for a while. When you wake up, you'll be in a recovery room, likely with your body being moved around by the nurses. That's normal, we want you to acclimate to new bits as fast as possible. You have a fairly optimal build, so hopefully that goes well." Placing the needle on a point just between the shoulder and neck, Flynn depressed the plunger. "You're the lucky one, here. You get to just sleep through this." A creeping, slow, lazy feeling spread from the injection point, as Flynn began unpacking the boxes.