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Faith Mackenzie

"You do know you are supposed to avoid the bullets right?"

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a character in “Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient”, originally authored by Belynta, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Faith Mackenzie
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Nationality: British
Rank: Doctor
Appearance: Image

Personality

Faith is not your typical doctor type, she doesn't have infinite patience or even very good people skills, she is brusque to the point of rude and has very little in the way of a bedside manner. She is usually either sharp tongued or sarcastic and both are equally as vicious when used by her.
It's not that she doesn't care but more that she has never been very good at verbalising it. In her mind if she does everything she can to make someone better then that shows she cares about them and she shouldn't have to tell them with words as well. She is a very cynical and bitter woman and although she hides this well it sometimes shows when she is drunk or surprised. It is also at these times that you might get a glimpse of the caring, lonely woman underneath.

She is dedicated to her job and woe betide anyone who suggests otherwise. Surprisingly she is not disliked by the crew as much as might think given her acerbic tongue. Many of them respect her as a skilled doctor but have also become used to her manner and don't let it bother them. Especially because she seems to be able to make others laugh, albeit unintentionally, with her dry humour. She also socialises with the crew, drinking in the mess hall with them usually with her ever present cigarette that she has whenever she is off duty. She doesn't really have a bad temper probably due to her normal manner and so there is no unpredictable flashes of anger. She is a normal adult female woman with needs and was in a "No strings attached" relationship with a man before she signed up to the Salient. She had no issues with the arrangement and would probably take up the opportunity if it came up again though she has started to yearn for a more meaningful relationship.

She is very intelligent and particularly fascinated with diseases and viruses. She likes nothing better than spending hours in a lab studying a blood sample of a new disease and trying to work out what makes it tick. She also finds the idea of studying alien physiology fascinating and that was the main reason she signed up for space travel.

Likes: Coffee, smoking, drinking, racquet sports, films, survival horror fiction, ice cream, analysing viruses.

Dislikes: Salad, Romantic comedy films, people who hurt themselves needlessly, stupidity in others.

History

Faith grew up in a pretty standard home, not particularly wealth but not particularly poor either, she was raised by her mother and stepfather and her life would have been fine if not for her twin brother. Throughout her childhood he suffered from numerous ailments and illnesses and eventually it was discovered that his immune system was far weaker than it should be. He had test after test but no one seemed to know what had caused the severe weakness. Amazingly, given how prone he was to illness, he survived into their mid twenties though he never did much with his life. Having so many fields he could never join due to the risk of illness left him depressed and he basically coasted through his life. All through their childhood and teenage years Faith did her best to look after him and she bore the brunt of his mood swings. She learned to deal with this and life in general by hiding her true feelings with sarcasm and a sharp tongue.

Faith never planned to go into medicine, in fact she wanted nothing but to write professionally perhaps as a journalist, but as her brother kept getting sick she grew more and more frustrated with him never getting better. She went into medicine with the intention of discovering what was truly wrong with him and fixing it but as she studied to be a doctor she found a fascination with the subject. Particularly when it came to viruses and diseases. She became a fully qualified doctor at twenty five years old and was just in time to watch her brother die from a cough that became pneumonia. She left home then unable to deal with her parents grief, it was all consuming and it was like she had ceased to exist, and she took a job working as a doctor in a the military. For four years she worked in various locations all of the world and became a qualified surgeon as well as gained a great deal experience in dealing with triage conditions.

When the position came up on board the Salient she jumped at the chance to see more and perhaps come across new things previously unseen in the field of science.

So begins...

Faith Mackenzie's Story

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Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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Alice glanced at Doctor Mackenzie, nodded her greeting.
"Lieutenant Commander Chen," she answered, for the benefit of all those who had arrived post-introductions. Absentmindedly she flicked through the documents that Jon had sent to her, but she did not have time to read them in-depth now. She was in charge of this massive crowd of officers and specialized personnel. She had already looked into each of their records - any further research could be done in her quarters, once the crew was settled.

For now she scanned each of their faces, matching it to one of the files on her personal computer. There was one young man who caught her attention immediately. She knew why, but she was not about to comment on it. A young man who had known only R&D deployment, whose intelligence would more than make up for his lack of experience. She pivoted on her heels, boots snapping against the tile, and approached him, pushing his worrying aside. She could not afford to pay attention to her subordinates' fear. She was not ship's counselor. She was the sub-commander.

"James Grey," she addressed him directly, her tone cold and her eyes hard. The military standard. The only hint that she was nervous... but none of these people knew who she was, and they could not recognize that her formality was her shield against a new situation. "Engineering department, correct?"

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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Faith knew without looking that her boarding pass would be glowing green, they wouldn't have had her come all this way otherwise or at least she hoped not. In a moment of uncharacteristic doubt she quickly looked at it and breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw it was indeed green. She would have been seriously pissed if it hadn't been and someone would have known about it pretty damn quick. She saw that most of the others surrounding the Lt Commander had glowing green cards and sighed again. An interesting assortment of people and no doubt she would be seeing them all at some point. She adjusted her shoulder bag and walked onto the ship.

It was impressive, she couldn't deny that, and she was sure it would take her quite a while to learn the run of the place. She turned left, following others to the assembly point, and had to suppress the urge to stop and find out the location to the med centre. She wanted nothing more than to settle in and get started. She was eager to begin studying the crews medical files and inventoring the supplies. But the captain had told them where to go and it wouldn't do to if to ignore orders on her first day.

The assembly room was still quite empty with only a few people already in their seats. The room was still a hive of activity though with various crew members setting up the stage. Faith took a seat on the end of the front row, she wasn't one to hide in the back, and set her bag underneath her seat. She really wished for a smoke then, the only sign of her uncertainty, and hoped this wouldn't go on too long.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Clyde watched Ray walk away, and filed away that his past was traumatic enough to cause flashbacks. He didn't really care what Ray had done on his old ship. This was a new day, a new crew, and a new mission. He would make new mistakes this time. He would tell Ray later that there was no use dwelling in the past: it would only make him screw up in the present. In the mean time he watched the group grow larger even as it lost a member. The other Dunaway brother approached, smoking in sullen silence. Then the doctor turned to face the group.

Clyde didn't bother doing introductions this time- there were too many people that he really had no connections with. He let everyone introduce themselves. Again. "Hey. I'm Clyde. I drive the ship." He paused.

"Isn't this a merry group we have here? Who's missing? Nobody? It should be about time to head out. I for one am rather interested in hearing what such a famous Admiral has to say to us. And a little tired of waiting."

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Jon looked to his brother and mouthed, nothing but elites, some active some on last ditch tours... this is fishy. He knew his brother could read lips and no reason to spoil the mood. It was then one of the medicals gave them her attention, "Hi I'm Faith. I'm the one that is going to be doing those awful unpleasant things call health checks to you people." She had a strong British accent, Jon would be lying if he didn't find it attractive he considered using some accents he'd had to perfect for undercover jobs and decided no.

"Great to hear Dr. Faith, if it's all right with you I'd like to get mine out of the way ASAP. Local chain of command pending I also have a file or two you may find interesting," he stated. "By the way name's Jon Dunaway,some people call me 'Papa Jon' call me whichever you prefer." He pointed at his brother, not letting the guy ignore the crowd.

"This guy's my brother Atomsk, might not be your uptight military man like myself but you won't find a more effective ground commander. Come on Atty introduce yourself."

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Allen was a little out of it. He had heard his nae and a lot of people talking around him. When he snapped back into focus he saw a very large man in a very large suit. "Huh? Oh yea I am Allen. Sorry I was lost in some thought about how to improve the Med read out on the combat suits." When Allen too a look around at tall the people gathered he was a little curious as to why they had sat near him. But he didn't care anymore he was finally happy that someone was talking to him. He was used to being alone for long periods of time that this was almost new to him. "And yea I did a few things for the ship but not a whole lot." He said addressing Jon. "Plus one of my main goals is to get a new and improved Med system in these suits so we are better at seeing vital signs and wont lose any men." He took a look at Jons suit. 'High tech that is for sure.' he thought to himself he leaned forward "Good to meet you Clyde, I'm Allen, Oh and good to meet you to Faith." He stopped for a second "And Its nice to meet you Jon." Allen had so many things he wanted to talk about with the soldier even though he might not know what he is saying he though he would like the tachno babble about keeping him alive. He was excited when talking to these people and his accent was a little thicker than normal but hey he was Irish. Allen stood up and looked at all the people near him "Well I guess I should just say, Hello you all I am Allen, I'll be the one fixing things and checking the engines. And I hope that we can all be drinking buddies by the time this is over."

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson

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Ray saw that their grandfather clock admiral was waiting dear old man that he was for every one to shut down, stay put and wait for rescue.

Ray flipped the coin one last time and took the time to look at the picture of the long dead king which was on the coin ,in one fast maneuver slipped the coin back into his pocket and jumped back into a near by seat which was in the area the group he had unofficially joined and sat just in the outskirts of its territory as marked by the area in which a few people did not take the hint and went on talking as if it was a high school lecture which in many respects it was one.

He heard the British voice and learned who he would be cursing and praying for depending on his situation on this journey; Titans no longer had the once British accents they had at one time and had now a very thick and heavy accent of many sources which could be understood by most people but was highly confusing to British people who could hear the British origin but could not get their minds on the extreme variations in the English Titans spoke unless they spent time around Titans for a few days. A British relative who visited Ray's family when Ray was 11 described this as expecting a sweetie and getting it but under a few layers of sand, spit and shit not to mention the sweetie itself is actually Japanese made.

Ray faced the doctor and grinned

"God bless! At least we have an old girl as our Doc! I would not want a shaky hand entertaining my body with some off jokes"


It was an old Titan joke made during the nation wars more then half a century ago when earth was still split by nationality and when Fighter's first developed proper armor which instead of killing the pilots buggered up their bodies which was admittedly a vast improvement but did see the introduction of many raw incompletely trained doctors to deal with the new influx of some what living bodies upon whom the joke was made on due to their chop chop medical philosophy.

"Sorry about that doc, can't help myself maybe you have a pill for that? I am unit commander Peter Ray Davidson or just Ray, I tried getting rid of the Peter part but its illegal for me to do so caz of the Titan naming laws or some other Tory thing and the UC rank isn't as high as it sounds actually"

Ray would have to discuss the naming of his rank with the captain or even the admiral; what was accepted in the Saturn local defense fleet wasn't widely known in the rest of the federation and explaining his rank every time was becoming tedious.

Upon hearing the engineer Ray did what was always done to rookies; teasing.

"If you flamingo up my engines I will strap you to a table and pour molten toffee into your throat.

He then jumped again to the near by seat thus getting quite a few threatening looks from a few people to sit down and stay put.

Ray froze for a few moments as if he was a chameleon evading a predator by taking upon itself the background and then silently sat down near to the engineering lad.

"Don't worry about it al, I am Ray and I fly the prettiest jazz packed hornet in this corner of the galaxy. If you ever find yourself working on her there is a Jukebox I had put in from my old heavy escort hidden in a large "supplies" locker i had extended to house the extra machine; brass dosn't know about it so keep mum. if you want to you can enter the pass key "King Kong" and push a button to enjoy some old fashion style rokenanrolling or some swing that will make the ship dance along with ya"

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Jess grimaces again briefly. The Alexander had been a rough peice of work; a lot of people had lost friends aboard her and Jess was no different. Being a grease monkey on a hangar deck seemed a lot less safe when you really absorbed the fact that the hangar could be blown out from underneath you. She doesnt pry further when Ray - clearly disturbed by it - detatches himself from the group to collect his thoughts. Give the guy his space, but hopefully he wouldnt spend the whole trip brooding. Otherwise good ol' Hyena might have to get creative.

Two more join their erstwhile group, and she smiles broadly at Atomsk and Faith equal parts cheer and casual evaluation. If she's blinked even once, it was gone too fast to notice.

"Now we're talking. Couple of Marines, couple of pilots, a Nav, an Eng, and now the Doc.... Hell, find me the cook and we've collected the whole set." She still lounges lazily across her chair and most of the one next to it, boots up on her duffle and arm slung over the back of the chair to keep the whole group in her view.

"Call me Hyena. I'm pretty much the ultimate badass in anything with an engine." And yes, Jess does casually assume an arms-outstretched 'Lord of the Dance' pose momentarily, as if basking in the light of adoring fans. It was all in good fun, of course; she was mocking classic pilot ego as much as she was extolling her own virtues.

"A group like this is lighting up to be a pretty lively cruise, innit? Who's betting Aliens? Anyone? How about Space Zombies?" The lopsided, canine-exposing smile on her face remains in place as she makes the joke, but she'd hardly missed the little signs that had some of the others antsy. She'd be a piss-poor fighter if she missed the little tells, after all, and an experimental starcraft being loaded had been a red flag the size of a small moon.

At this stage in the game, however, all she could do was wait for the word of the Admiral, still standing stoicly up on the stage as he waiting for everyone to finish finding their seats...

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Some new faces. He got back to his favorite game. A man who seemed scattered. Book smart. Probably a genius. He'd tear him apart soon enough.

Another man who seemed to have a twinkle in his eye. A pilot but that's all he could tell.

He was moving on to another woman when his Brother forced him into an introduction. Jon knew how to get under his skin. He looked at the woman called Faith and held out his hand. "Atomsk if you would. My brother knows i hate Atty."

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Character Portrait: Ridley DeLovat Character Portrait: Gavin Merrickson Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Ben Owens Character Portrait: James Grey Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Once the hall had filled, and Captain Colter being the last person to step in the auditorium, the Admiral finally began to speak. His voice over the speakers quickly quelled all digressing conversations and attention from the parts of the hall that were not present before soon faced the Admiral. It was resounding, firm, courteous, and resolute, aspects of an Admiral’s voice, specifically Aronimus’ voice. Yet there were subtle undertones which took on a different nature, one that was an overtly paternal voice, one with experience that was no less marked by the vicissitudes of life than any other person of his age.

“Welcome to the Salient, I am Admiral Aronimus Weston,” he paused and awaited the crew’s appropriate response which was a round of applause.

Then he continued.

“I will make this briefing…brief. First off, all of you who were assigned to this ship vary in past field experience, but that does not make you any more or less privileged than your fellow servicemen on board this ship for the duration of this mission.”

The Admiral then called upon Alice Chen and Atomsk Dunaway to platform. As he said this, their profile images and names appeared on the viewing screens, as if on cue, for all the hall to see.

“Lieutenant Commander Alice Chen is my second-in-command, should I be busy and unable to fulfill my duties then Commander Chen will address them for me under her own initiative. All ship crews, pilots, technicians, medical crews, and Science corps personnel will answer directly to her. As for Mr. Dunaway, he will be the Commander for all marines and security personnel; you will directly answer to him. These two will be my top subordinates for the duration of the mission lest some incident prevents either of them from fulfilling their duties.”

The Admiral then told the two officers to return to their seats.

Then he paused to regroup his thoughts, at this point he was at a juncture. He could tell them a truth, which would scare some to the point of requesting re-assignment, or he could leave the matter alone, believing the old saying “what you don’t know can’t hurt you.” However, he decided to err on the side of truth, simply because that was who he was.

“I will not lie to you. In this mission, like all missions, there is a chance that you will die. I address this to each individual on board, right here, right now, in this room. I must present to you then, a decision. You can choose to stay and complete the mission, or you can choose to re-assign yourself elsewhere. Should you elect the latter, we will gather your personal belongings and transport you back to the station via drop ship.”

He paused, awaiting reactions. Some began to look startled and scared. Others accepted the news as nothing new.

“For the rest of you, we are departing immediately, command crews head to the bridge. I trust you will be able to find directions for yourself. Marines please follow Captain Colter to the Barracks section of the ship and set up your belongings. After which command will revert fully to Commander Atomsk Dunaway for the remainder of the trip. Thank you all for coming to the briefing...so...promptly.” The last bit was a touch of sarcasm that Admiral amused himself with.

The Admiral left the platform immediately, heading through a smaller corridor that led directly to the bridge. He had said all that was needed to be said.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Without looking up at Thaddues, Jon states," You really should be using a system link instead of hacking into my system, if you disrupt AI functions while I try to move it'd shatter the limb after which the human body's own inadvertent pain spasms would be amplified resulting in the death of the suit operator. I believe that was the 5th precautionary statement we were given on these things."

Jon stood up, his left arm hanging funny, "Luckily you shut down the suits amplifiers before it did any more than a minor fracture and dislocated my shoulder, guess we can confirm the tech's suspicion on increasing cyber-ware and compliment them on the effectiveness of the quick patch medical system, barely feel a thing."

"Guys this is Thaddeus, spec ops infiltration and stealth. He may be the coldest SOB you'll ever meet but he's the best in his field. We served together once, we were pinned for 72 hours in a bunker with nothing but 4 sidearms, a sniper, two rifles and one old fashioned chainsaw...damn I miss that thing, but you shoulda seen the faces when we walked outta that." Knowing Thaddeus would address him at his own speed Jon turned to the other guys and continued talking.

"Don't suppose we can all head over to the med wing and get this patched up can we doc, and I may need help getting this thing off."

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway

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Thaddeus enjoyed the results of his little experiment. They said to test out the suits and he did just that by bending a few rules in order to do it. "About that arm Jon," Thaddeus began to say "I know we weren't supposed to attempt it but I just couldn't pass up a chance to give it a whirl. It may be a little unethical to say it in that way, but you of all people should know of how different my line of work can be than that of a traditional soldier.

Thaddeus turned to the medic treating Jon. "So madam, how experienced of a field medic are you? How well can you perform a surgery during the heat of battle? Thaddeus asked. He was interested in the crew, especially Atomsk, who looked as if he might try to strangle Thaddeus in any moment. Though he usually over planned things, Thaddeus favored a straight diagonal kick to the knee cap and a jab to the elbow was a nice touch for such events. Never the less he had prepared himself for such movements earlier. He continued to watch the medic handle Jon's arm.

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Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Marcus Bergman

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He walked with even metre and tried his best to act like he knew where he was going. If there was one thing he disliked more than being out of place it was looking like he was out of place. The five minute ambling promenade was cut short by a helpful crew member seeing through his ruse. After a brief exchange and admission Marcus was lost; the man said he had saw Doctor Mackenzie going to a medical bay leading two soldier-types. The doctor thanked the man and getting his bearings, headed to the med-bay. The sooner he reported to the Chief Medical Officer and straightened this foible out the sooner he could retreat to the isolation of work; away from more social crew members with arsenals of questions and nonsensical stories of their childhood.

Sure enough the was a doctor there assessing what he would definitely deem a "soldier type". He smoothed his greying hair to a relaxed neatness and wished he had a chance to shave. Female doctors had a reputation; one of stern, humourless management and a first impression was always a lasting one. Marcus sighed and rapped twice on the bulkhead before entering the bay.

"Doctor Mackenzie, I have a matter I would like to discuss with you. I'm Doctor Marcus Bergman and I believe I have been assigned to the incorrect area." He paused and looked towards the two men, here for care not to wait while administrative matters were debated. "Forgive the intrusion, I can wait until these men are cared for. I'm not really going anywhere." He nodded to the woman and folded his hand behind his back.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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Jon

At the Faith's statement Jon began stripping the suit, a difficult task to do as one person normally with his good arm. He wasn't shy about being naked, something years of service did to even the most shy of servicemen. It took him a lot of effort but he eventually got the chest piece off, it fell heavily to the ground. He paused bare chested, just in case a full strip was needed; he doubted that he'd need to remove the leggings to get his shoulder patched.

"We just gonna patch the shoulder or is a full physical coming with it," he asked beginning the removal process of the leggings. If he was getting a full physical, he wasn't going to keep her waiting long for him to fully strip.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie

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When Thaddeus heard the intercom orders to get to the barrack he felt anxious. "Excuse me madam," he addressed the medic treating Jon "how long will this take to patch him up? By the way no offense towards the previous question on experience. I've been in plenty situations where the only medic in an area was only at an adept skill at best." Looking at Jon he said "We should be at the barracks relatively soon, you know that right?"

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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Realizing he was dismissed, Jon suited up again, a task that was simplified by having both arms but still annoying due to the armors weight. Still he got it on, helmet and all and walked off, casually waving to the doctor as he left, "Call me if you wanna see me again doc," he said through the suits speakers. Realizing he was already late and not wanting to be more so he took off down the hall, running full tilt towards the barracks. Faith had said don't strain it too much, but he recognized the statement was more a procedure than genuine fact, with today's medicine that kind of damage was as if it never happened after fixing up. The trick though was how to get her interested, in advancing the project to stage 2; he sent her a message: Have a classified project the Brass wants done that involves medical expertise...interested?

By the time he hit send, he was in the barracks looking around, there were quite a few people here. "Hey everyone Jon Dunaway reporting for duty, sorry bout the wait, suit broke my arm and doc took her sweet time patching it up."

"By the way, does anyone here know a way to get in contact with Admiral Weston quickly, I have some files he really should see."

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Marcus Bergman

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Marcus Bergman

He nodded at the woman. "Of course I understand the position would encompass all the duties required of one in the medical field. I was under no allusion the arrangement would be a laboratory staffing; though my speciality is viral replication and pathogenesis I am fully accredited in internal medicine." Marcus had secretly hoped he would not have to treat the scrapped knees and only appear to administer inoculations. The man was tentative in undertaking such a progressive assignment. There would no doubt be several people with demands he didn't want to field. Why does it hurt when I do this; what does this look like; did I get it from a toilet seat. All thought provoking inquiries better suited for a field medic, yet here he was.

Marcus smoothed the front of his shirt, certain this Doctor Mackenzie was judging him by appearance alone. She looked tired already and they were barely underway. The man understood the minutiae with being the head of any department, in medicine it was even more stressful; constantly understaffed, underfunded and under appreciated. Marcus had worn that hat before yet the real headache was there was always a higher-up to appease. "I missed the orientation this is true, I have no excuse as to why but when I found myself assigned to a science section I assumed there was a mix up." He paused. "Something likely that could have been sorted at the briefing." The man relented. "If you could tell what is to be expected of me, I prefer to be thorough regardless of the duties exciting or otherwise.Any help I can offer Doctor Mackenzie would be no trouble at all." That was a lie, it would be bothersome but Marcus was always pleasant when dealing with administrators.

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Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Marcus Bergman

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Marcus Bergman

Marcus managed to crack a terse smile. "Nurses are usually an invaluable source of both medical professionalism and pithy retorts I have found." A statement which was a general truth and one gleaned from Doctor Bergman's personal experience. "I once had the pleasure of working with a nurse called Meredith, she was seventy five years old if not older and when she retired productivity decreased forty-three percent." He paused. "If you are lucky all the nurses will be as she was, leaving you to simply tell us 'job well done' and to break out some good liquor now and then." He wondered if the woman was the type of administrator that wanted to know all her workers on a first-name basis, to blur that line between cordiality and fondness. Marcus realised this was not a hospital nor was it a university; this was a ship traversing a very dark and empty space where colleagues might be the only semblance of friendship one could experience. Perhaps Doctor Mackenzie felt the same way; there would be no internal memo welcoming staff, not for her - she was going to visit everyone and invited him to accompany her.

"I would be pleased to walk with you Doctor; a mere Captain going with the General going to survey her troops as it were." He smiled. "I do think the conversation would be interesting at the very least as I had thought only boring men had a fascination with virology, but as quickly becoming a boring old man myself we do tend to make a lot of assumptions." She went on to deliver a brief introduction, issue some work and demand a full inventory of supplies from a woman who frankly looked dejected to be singled out. "You know Doctor Mackenzie," He stopped, she wanted to be called 'Doc' he remembered. "Ah, Doc we should prepare some literature about "Space-Sniffles", general maladies from the clean environment of space travel that makes our immune systems think even inherent superfluous enzymes to be world-enders. The crew can expect the common cold within the first month of travel, they should be made aware as to not panic that a space plague is upon us."

Doctor Bergman had read several case studies on the feelings of isolation, apprehension and minor illnesses that are common with space travel and without positive reinforcement those patients can become intemperate, causing more problems than are needed. He wondered if there was counsellor on board; after all, psychiatric and internal medicines go hand in hand. "Doc, I heard you mention a bar? Perhaps we could visit that, after the promenade to the other med-bays of course. Call it an informal meeting; I must admit I am curious to know how such a young woman found her self in such a key assignment, your qualifications must be impeccable." Understandably Marcus was intrigued by a woman that was probably no more than thirty years of age holding a position reserved for those far older. He called up memories of Doctor Percy, a man with sour ideals that belonged in museum as he hadn't practised medicine in over twenty five years. Percy had been about 'tried and true' methods and new developments he felt were 'homoeopathic twaddle'. That was the type of administrator Marcus had dealt with; personified misery and to be working with Doctor Mackenzie who by all accounts seemed amiable was refreshing.

A smile formed at his lips then quickly faded. "I meant no offence by that comment mind you, simply attempting to be informal by your request ma'am." He folded his arms behind his back making his way to the exit. Marcus hoped she didn't misinterpret his commentary as derogatory or a personal slight; the man was worried as in his experiences most administrators assumed everything was belittling.

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Adriana Stark Character Portrait: Garrison "Blacksmith" Carter

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"No he made a good point, we don't know what we're going up against and I'm not exactly a cheerleader, and in all honesty ma'am until you mentioned it I couldn't vouch for the suit myself, the thing broke my arm before I got here." He really didn't want to steal any of his brother's thunder but the man seemed content to let everyone bicker this out before he made his finale.

"But since we can't control the situation we got to do the best we can to whip ourselves into shape, and between Thaddeus and myself if everyone's willing to trust us on a limb here we can whip everyone here into black ops shape... maybe better. For that while squads are great everyone needs to be able to function well in groups as little as two and then we build up from there. If our resident scientist is willing to help with the training toys we could optimize our results." He sent a message to her hoping to meet up with her along with Faith after his little trip to the Captain's Quarters, the more eggheads he had on his little project the better.

"So i can't promise everyone will make it home but I can guarantee you this: I will make sure to minimize what kind of hell you all go through and if y'all agree to my little idea there won't be a better force that us to dive into this mess. How about it, any of you ladies wanna walk up to us snoody spec op types after this trip, call them Princess to their face and know there's nothing they can do about it?"

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Jess nods as Tiaan indicates she's on board, giving a considering look as she says she can even distract Alice, "Yeah? Well, good luck with that. Seemed like a helluva battleaxe at the breifing. Stick up there the size of a freakin redwood, you know?"

But the fighter pilot lets it slide, shaking her head and rubbing her hands together, "I'll take what I can get, though. I'm going to go see who I can scare up for this."

Flicking her fingers to her temple in the mockery of a salute, Hyena flashes another broad smile before she turns away from Tiaan, intent on leaving the hangar. In the coridoors of the ship, she quickly leaves the area where flightsuits are normally seen. By necessity of a dangerous job, however, the hangar isnt at all far from the medical wing. Remembering that she'd seen Faith at the breifing and that the doctor had -seemed- like an amiable sort, Jess decides to see what kind of boundaries the medic was willing to push.

Whistling lightly, wearing her trademark laughing-at-you-all smile, she starts sticking her head into open hatches as she searches for a familiar face...

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Max was trying to safely explore the ship, still taking many precautions such as low activity and using ports that are being used actively for transit. For an A.I., this ship is basically a city. A large, coded city. Max also then saw someone else sticking their head into a room he was just checking. Max couldn't risk watching all the cameras, so this came as a surprise for him.

Max watched her a bit, if only that he didn't want to make any excess activity to be noticed. He didn't want to be discovered, he was afraid they would kill him. Or, delete him. As he moved further down the hall, he completely forgot to careful as to not affect any systems, and accidentally overloaded a light while going through the cables and such. The light overloaded, and momentarily went super bright, before going black and shattering due to the attempt to discharge the excess energy that was accidentally released into the light fixture.

Max quickly pulled imself back out of that area, hoping that by some dumb luck, that woman didn't notice the light. Max then put up some false pings in a consol as he retreated back into his own "domain", being his personally set up network. As an added defense, he created a virtual "Avatar" city, which would cause A.I.s to appear in their Avatar form inside a Virtual City that represented the databanks, wiring, and such. He also put a few more firewalls up, one over the one that was being knocked on, the rest under.

Max didn't trust a single person on this ship. And he had no escape......unless he found a Fighter with enough memory for himself. Max hatched an idea.

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Hyena pulls her head back out of the compartment to face Faith just as Max pulls his stunt. It doesnt go as unnoticed as the AI would've hoped, seeing as how it's hard to ignore a light fixture blowing, but he's obviously got more on his mind now then just looking over peoples' shoulders via security cameras.

"I didnt do it!" the pilot declares preemtively, holding up her hands as the very picture of innocence.

For the human compliment of the space, the virtual drama goes on unnoticed, and she doesnt give the event a second thought. Stuff broke all the time, and her target was in sight. Jess flashes Faith the same toothy, vaguely predatory smile that she'd been wearing during the breifing when the doctor had first spotted the pilot.

"Piss bottles, Doc. The advantages of wearing a flightsuit; the bathroom comes with you." Ew. Not that she was wearing the full space-worthy combat rig that she would don in the cockpit, but the joke was just too easy to NOT make.

Sharp blue eyes evaluate Marcus, whom she didnt recognize, before she claps her hands together and rubs them vigorously. Scheming might be the best way to describe the pose, but there was nothing malicious in her attitude, just mischevious.

"Cant help but noticed you used two of my favorite words a second ago, though, Doc. If it's a bar and some smokes you're looking for, me and a few guys are starting to plan a little .. ah.. get together. You know, morale meet-and-greet and all of that. Strictly informal, since I dont think I ever did officially catch your name - Hyena, by the way. Or MacPhearson if you want to be formal about it."

And if either of them had any experience dealing with personnel skilled in the technically-legal double-talk that Hyena was fluent in, they would know full well that the event they'd just been invited to was similarly less then official. If they preffered to toe the legal line, they could still decline and claim that they legitimately thought she was planning something completely above-board. If they had a mind to turn her in, she could read it in their response and neglect to give an accurate time and location. But if they were amiable to the idea of participating in such shenanigans, then let 'er rip.

Her gaze finds Marcus again, and the grin hasnt wavered, "You're invited too, yeah? And anyone else you can think might want in. We've gotta get to know eachothers' ugly mugs at some point on this trip, right?"

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Marcus found himself flush. "Ah Doctor, I'm sure when you get to know me you'll find me quite cantankerous and ill-tempered though unfortunately I never stop being handsome; it's a gift and a curse." Dear God, did he just say that? There must be something in the air to make him so lax as to forget his staunch idiom. Was Doctor Mackenzie so disarming or were his terrestrial problems far enough away they did not weigh him down? He smiled, pleased how existential his thinking has been since on ship. The psychiatrist he saw after his wife's death had loved to spout nonsense about 'internal self evaluation', multiple choice stress tests and dream journals. Dream. Journal. Christ, he was a 40 year old man why the fuck would he keep a dream journal? Ridiculous. Though that charlatan and his pseudo-science didn't stop the feelings of guilt, perhaps this ship would.

She had managed to surprise him with her talk of war-zone medicine. "Some say there is no greater duty then serving as a doctor in that capacity, putting toy soldiers back together so the Generals don't have to buy new ones; is how my father put it. He was not a fan of war, absolutely hated conflict. My grandfather was in the Afghanistan campaign and filled his head with horrors so one could assume he would not have a taste for battle." Evaluating Doctor Mackenzie from just the small amount of time they spent together, Marcus came to the conclusion that she was a capable professional that was in a leadership position where mettle and steadfastness were paramount to the station. "I hope you don't think I was questioning your ability earlier, far from it I find you rather refreshing. In fact -"

He was distracted by a young woman in pilot's costume milling about looking for something. Doctor Mackenzie seemed to feel the same and asked if she needed the toilet; to which the woman replied she would simply urinate in her suit. He frowned at the uncouth comment but that's how the military was; crudeness and bravado smattered with sexual tension. The woman went on to tell the two doctors about a party in the most intentionally vague way possible. "Where would this gathering take place?" Marcus asked. "Is there a secret knock to get in and where is it?" He smiled, parties kept from the attention of higher-ups were common in every setting; to be included in the festivities was a welcomed change as he was considered a "higher-up" for going on ten years now. Did he just hear her introduce herself as Hyena? A pilot's moniker he assumed. "Marcus Bergman, charmed. Are you called Hyena due to your unique smile or as an homage to the Hyena's mystery? Until modern biology they were unclassifiable; you know Plato even had wrote that they were not quite of felines and not quite of canines but possessed traits from both and held human evilness in their eyes."

Reel it in Marcus don't fuck it up and not get invited to any more social events. "You know Hyena, I am no stranger to clandestine soirées; I was quite irreverent in my youth." He turned to Doctor Mackenzie "I think it would be our duty to show up if nothing but as a medical presence. God forbid if someone was hurt; imagine the paperwork." He surprised himself; but things that he carried around like a penance before now just seemed like inconsequential foibles that could be dismissed easily. Doctor Bergman smiled, but then that damn psychiatrist crept into his head Marcus nothing is as easy as self-deceit, whatever one wishes makes it true. Perhaps that was true, but he would consider this a victory nonetheless.

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When questioned about her unorthodox introduction, Jess spreads her hands palms-up and the grin - if it was physically possible - just widens, "Plato? Shit, I'm in classy company, then. A little bit of that. I also apparently laugh my ass off in a fight. Besides, 'Jessica' sounds way too stuffy, so hey! If you've got an excuse to introduce yourself with a kick-ass nickname, why not?!" Here she adds a self-mocking bow to the end of the statement.

As they both accept, she nods, pleased with herself and the results of the 'mission' so far. "Fantastic, guys. I cant promise stupid things wont happen, but I can tell 'em to cancel converting the pressure washer to blast vodka."

It's difficult to tell if she's entirely joking...

All told, it's difficult to read anything about the pilot at all beyond the show of teeth and irreverent attitude. One could easily assume she was about as deep as a rain puddle. But smile notches down to a vaguely knowing smirk as the two doctors return to talking more to eachother then to her, and she lifts her hand in an idle farewell wave.

"Tonight, two decks down from the Hangar. The space is marked for structural support, it's easy to find. And yeah, the secret knock is 'shave and a haircut'. Isnt it always? I need to scare up a few more bodies; have fun, docs."

Turning away from the pair, Jess is intent on heading next to the Mess Hall. People were always there, even if they were only getting a sandwich. It was the unofficial heart of the ship, and the very best place to start spreading the rumor of the party. Even now, some people may be slowly clueing in as the 'hey did you hear' network begins to work its magic. Things would start getting very interesting when folks began bargaining for entrance; promising to contribute this or that smuggled good in exchange for the where and when of it. By the end of the week, Hyena would have a whole new catalogue of contacts on the ship who could be trusted to have whatever items she wanted or needed at a particular moment.

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Marcus laughed. "I'll have you know madam Doctor, I tend to be very grumpy most days but feel more at ease here aboard the Salient than I have in many months." He cleared his throat. "As far as coital rituals I'm a bit out of practice but I trust the tried and true "I'm a doctor" still works like a charm as it has for centuries." She was a charming woman, there was an ease in conversation and frankly it would be nice to have some drinks and get involved in trite conversation; to simply shut his brain off and relax for the evening. He assumed Doctor Mackenzie was probably extra chatty with a few drinks in her, to his chagrin he was as well.

With Hyena leaving he turned to the other doctor. "I hope you know where that is. I am still finding this ship full of crannies that are left undiscovered it's not so much the place is difficult to navigate, simply that I have little desire to travel.” He paused. “On another topic I really hope everyone behaves themselves, I don’t really feel inclined to be covered in vomit by some pilot that can’t hold their drink. I almost regret mentioning we could be at the gathering in a semi-professional capacity.” He frowned. “Perhaps Hyena took my comment as jocularity; unless you always need to wear the chief medical officer hat, in which case I shall be a diligent little bee to your Queenship.”

His smile faded with the onset of warning sirens. Was there trouble so soon? He assumed it was likely a drill, military vessels loved drills. "I hope this won't cancel the party, Doctor Mackenzie." There could be a real possibility something was truly amiss; something that may lead to corpses. He definitely needed a drink now. "On the off chance this isn't a drill - should we post at the med-bay and wait for possible casualties? Or are you more proactive and we're going to the front?" He remembered she was a war-medic, shit; that means he would have to be too.

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"Yes, you have permission to increase the propulsion systems," the Admiral nodded, watching the dogfight that was taking place beyond the Salient. He observed from the comfort of the bridge, but he knew that it was hell out there. He didn't even need to turn on the chatter to know that the Federation fighters were swooping in and out as the pirates dodged and fired off their own weapons.

One Federation fighter was being chased on the tail by a sleek pirate fighter, Aronimus noted another Federation fighter crossing the former's path. It was a maneuver known as the "Thach Weave," where one plane was tailed and its ally would cross its path, then they would loop again closing the circle. The pursuer would then be placed in the cross-hairs of the second fighter, and would be blown apart, which was exactly what happened. The Admiral chuckled at the instance, knowing that the weave was one of the oldest tactics used in dogfights, its conception was in the middle 20th century. Of course, that was when engines and fuel compartments were located in a virtually well-known location, nowadays the complexity and variations in designs made it difficult to pin-point vital weaknesses at the onset of a battle.

The fact that it had been successfully executed just then meant that the Federation Naval Academy was doing something right.

"This is Chief medical Director Mackenzie reporting that all medical bays are on standby, ready to receive any wounded," the message came over the intercom to the bridge.

"Understood, Dr. Mackenzie," Hansen replied for the Admiral who was busy brainstorming the next move with the tactical A.I. T.A.U.

"Also sir, in what Capacity shall I use the Railguns in terms of damage to enemy ships, I'd suggest destroying one and crippling the other if you wish to extract information from them, their databanks will be almost identical to each other anyhow."

"I suppose you can wipe out the other frigate, seeing as how the other one has been nullified of anymore activity," the other frigate was still going strong as it launched its own multitude of gunships that had been lying in wait, all the while blasting away at the propulsion systems of the two Altamus freighters with its own set of close range auto cannons.

"Mr. Hansen, patch me through to the Altamus vessels on a separate channel."

"Aye, Captain," the Scotsman nodded as he typed away on his control panel.

Altamus vessel, Summerwind, Summerwind, what is your status?

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Marcus really was just making a joke, opening a line of communication with someone by dropping you were a doctor was a cheap ploy made to dazzle cretins; simple vacuous women with little desire to compare vocations and more concerned with feeling some façade of affection . He smiled. "I think it’s much different for an intelligent woman, most men really want a simple, easy to fool female; a woman with a brain threatens them." He walked with her, his hands folded behind his back. "I find ignorant people in general unsatisfying; a beautiful, intellectual woman is a welcomed addition to any table or setting. I’m saddened that meaningful conversation seems to be going extinct."

He found most people when they knew there was a doctor present they cast off that inkling of ‘maybe I shouldn’t do this because I might get hurt’. A doctor was a free pass to behave with reckless abandon. "Unfortunately Doctor I feel we may indeed be bothered. As much as I would like to ignore people during my off duty hours, I took an oath which I think in the small print was a clause that said available all the time, but as you say I also can be very cranky when treating their ails."

Doctor Bergman was impressed at the woman’s conviction but he was more of a pragmatist. "Doctor Mackenzie I would say your expertise would be better suited in a supervisory role. You can’t personally greet every incoming patient at the hanger door. Let your people work for you, they are all trained professionals." He wondered what was going on and if the medical staff really would be needed. If a pilot took fire and explosive decompression happened they would need a janitor not a doctor. In the case of a hostile force boarding the ship, that could be messy; miles of gauze and pounds of coagulant.

"What do you need of me? I’m no trauma surgeon but I can stitch up the random laceration and give general triage assessment. I’m at your service Doc." In truth he was relativity new to this. He set broken arms, treated hypochondriacs with sugar pills; simple jobs to break up the monotony of his eighteen hours of laboratory research. Getting his hands truly dirty was something department heads did not do. Yet, if Doctor Mackenzie was so quick get elbow-deep in hollow viscous organs he could try to be as well.

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"Trauma team be on stand-by. Incoming code-56. Priority package. Dr. Bergman report to medical bay."

Marcus arrived immediately. Dr. Mackenzie's quarters were adjacent to the medical bay, as befitting her status as chief medical officer.

He waited in the medical bay, recounting the events of the last few hours.
He and Faith had gone to the Hyena's illicit party. They had had a... time. What little conversation that passed between the two was passed in between bursts of binge drinking and comments about how stupid the crew was being. And that was the game. Each time they saw something dangerous, moronic, or immoral they took a shot. Marcus lost the game in short order, but Faith plowed on regardless. Her final shot was a toast to her own alcoholism. She then put her head down, and refused to move until the alarms began to sound the arrival of Silver Eyes' fleet, partly because she had passed out as wave after wave of alcohol hit her system.

Marcus had to escort her to her quarters once the party had officially ended with the crew scrambling to collect their loot and get to their stations. He left her puking into her toilet. Doubtless she wouldn't be up and ready for action for quite some time.

The paramedics rushed in the injured girl. She was a pretty little thing, despite the fact that she had fainted and was bleeding from a bullet wound. That was good for him- she wouldn't make a fuss while he fixed her up.

Marcus looked at one of the paramedics while he did his work. "Why am I doing this, exactly?"
The medic stared him down. "Aren't you a doctor?"
"I'm a Virologist. My job isn't to patch wounds."
"Well you seem to be doing it right. Where's the chief?"
"Puking her guts out..." Marcus finished patching up Elizabeth and started to leave the room, headed back to checked on the drunken beauty. "Put her on a bed. You may need that for some other incoming patient."

Adriana

When Ray's ship came to dock at the Salient, Adriana didn't get off. Instead, she took out all of her gear and put it back on. The mission was a success, but now the base was in danger. There ain't no rest for the wicked, she supposed. Once fully armed, she disembarked and took off for her station in the lab. She stopped short at the entrance, catching her breath as she beheld her lab.

Everything was in ruins, shattered on the floor. At first she wondered who would bother to sabotage her, but then she remembered the cause. Someone had fired her canon. HER particle canon. How dare they!? She gave a grunt of anger, and swept some broken glass off a counter. She had only come in here to do some maintenance on Stanley, but now she had cleaning up to do. And then she had to go check on the canon, because whichever unauthorized prick used it probably didn't use it properly. It was a finicky thing, being a prototype and all.

After wasting too much time taking note of everything broken and sweeping all the now garbage into the incinerator, Adriana hurried down to the engineering center, which contained the interface and access to all the parts of the particle canon. She was horrified to find eight hundred ninety-seven alerts open on the computer. It was going to be a long day...