Doctor Reichkopf's Story

Haha, ya, in trouble rite ... Of course, we are nhot zhe people who have such silly little connections to, hah, 'country'.

Doctor Reichkopf strode along the railing perpendicular of Havok and his position as sentinel at the door of the woman's locker room. Upon double-taking the scene, Reichkopf stopped in his tracks and pointed with one finger toward the locker room and it's door.
"Vhy are you stahnding zhere -- do you plan to run off with zhome panties or zhomezhing?" He insulted with a quirked brow, which quickly gained a glare from Havok.

Doctor Reichkopf rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue as Havok passed, finally observing the new addition as she walked away. Reichkopf's voice tapered off as he noticed Havok descended the stairway.
"Yees yees, we'll get your fucking Terran, I vill be on zhe ship if I am needed."

Doctor Reichkopf rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Behind the bar, Reichkopf had found it rather difficult to pay attention to the fighting with the two women yammering amongst themselves. One requested a drink, while the other just wouldn't shut up with those jokes. Reichkopf smacked one palm on the counter of the bar while rolling his eyes to the woman with the glass.
"Mein God woman -- you do not need any more alkohol, leave it!" Reichkopf stuck his chin in the air and pointed toward the other woman, who appeared much more dead, at the train wreck.
"Und you, zhese people are fighting for zheir honor! Can we please show zhem sum respekt?" Reichkopf said, while pulling at a small device from beneath the counter.
"Now, help me distract zhem so we can take zheir brains ... "

Doctor Reichkopf fumbled around under the counter for several more minutes as he searched for the last part of the device. Reichkopf mumbled under his breath as a glass rolled free from the counter and collided with his skull; as the bar shook once again from the power it contained, Reichkopf finally grabbed the flabotinator and stood victorious behind the bar, raising the device into the air.
"Victory! I knew zhis little thing could be -- Vhat it zhe fuck is that?!" Reichkopf shouted at the Saiyan woman, thoroughly convinced he would require a bit more help than what was present.
"Another shot, zhis bar is going to be destroyed und you want anothur shot?" The Doctor grumbled to himself while fitting the last piece of the devices together before deftly avoiding another glass that fell from the wall.
"Mein got, we'll be killed before zhey even pay zheir tab!"

Especially zhose with heart problems!

Doctor Reichkopf threw the bowl of peanuts.

Doctor Reichkopf tugged open the woman's eyelid and squinted at the empty optic below him before pulling away from Ari and running one hand to a tray of surgical tools. Arranged loosely and spattered in blood, Reichkopf corrected his decision before grabbing at a bottle of an aerosol disinfectant and sprayed down the icky devices. Biting his tongue and making a noise, he put the bottle of disinfectant down before looking to his watch, and then to an ECG screen entwined with the woman's bio signs. Connected to her body through nearly sixty wireless nodes, the majority of them had been removed; now only six were placed along her neck and skull. As the door opened behind him, Reichkopf looked over his shoulder to the Red Halo technician.
"She will be coming out from under in a few seconds -- vhere is Laslo, I thot he vould be here to meet zhe girl." He inquired, reaching up to one of the vital displays and tapping at an icon that would quench the flow of anesthetics to her system and slowly bring her back to consciousness.
"Grosha will take the girl to Wing City, Grimes doesn't want to risk the travel."

Doctor Reichkopf looked toward a window in the far wall as the sounds of machinery outside grew. In the rocky opening three stories below, the engines of a trio of airjets were ripping through the air while Reichkopf pried the antiseptic gloves from his hands and quickly submerged the limbs in a bucket of nanomachines to clean and sterilize the operating room for the last time. As the woman began to stir from her unconscious, Reichkopf inspected the ECG intently a few moments longer, watching several chemical trails and pathways on the holographic screen while waiting for her to return. The technician at the opposite end of the table appeared much less patient, however.
" ... Listen, when's the girl going to wake up -- "
"Give zhe girl zome time, I turned her brain into a bionic computer, she vill take some time to adjust." Reichkopf's voice was easy in the darkened operating room. Save for the natural light thrown by the holograms and windows, the only fixture in the room was the single spotlight lamp above the operating table.
"You can take zhe girl down to zhe transports when she wakes, it's not like we pay don't pay zhem to sit on zhe runway."

Doctor Reichkopf turned as he caught the woman's words, a bright smile on his face as he dismissed the holographic images with a wave of his hand, and the surgery equipment died with a low whir. The technician stepped away from the woman as she came to, looking toward Reichkopf for instruction, who offered him nothing more than a shrug before he was picking the last of the ECG nodes from her forehead.
"Just like I said then, ja -- And how are you feeling zhere, Lady Ari? I had to put you under for a little checkup," Though he was sure she wouldn't fully understand what happened to her for a while, the Doctor flicked away the ECG node with two fingers while stepping away and allowing the woman space to breath.
"I decided to alleviate zhe issue of zhat Aschen nuerocyte, zhe little bug was hard to find, but I zhink I have found his number now." Reichkopf laughed under his breath a moment before the technician stepped forward.
"Just get her up, Reichkopf -- Grosha wants her on the transports to Wing City now."

Doctor Reichkopf tensed his shoulders as he noticed that perhaps he'd doped the woman up with too much of the anesthetic. She certainly wasn't Scatterran, and thusly didn't require the larger dosage -- and on top of that, the dosage had been considerably larger for the aspect of operating on her brain. First looking to the technician, and then to Ari, Grosha crossed his arms over his chest and then tipped his nose toward the window.
"Zhen take her down zhere if she's needed so quickly -- Lady Ari, you are to be on a transport into Wing City with zome Vostols this evening! I would have let you sleep in, but it appears Commander Grosha has plans for you elsewhere." He replied a brief moment before looking toward the technician, who was quick to put his patrol cap on and quickly opened the heavy door.
"Zhe anesthetic should be wearing off -- it will just require some movement." He said, taking a few steps toward the doorway.

Doctor Reichkopf followed the woman into the hallway. It was busier than their previous room, several Halo soldiers were hefting long barreled cannons and their heavy tripods over their shoulders on the trip down to the launch field. As the trio began to walk in the same direction, Reichkopf was quick to make one final inspection of the woman. Taking the time to inspect the back of her neck while they walked, to ensure that the reconstruction had worked efficiently, and to observe her stride to ensure that he had not damaged any of the basic functions.
"You know, it's been practically a year since my last procedure on someone living as for zhat drink, zhe Commander has you meeting another Halo in Wing City. Laslo will find you, zhough, zhat's not something you vill have to worry about." As they descended a stairway leading to the landing pad, Reichkopf was quick to stop a group of passing soldiers before pointing to one of several airjet's sitting on the jump pad.
"Which one is to Wing City?" The Doctor had to shout over the roar of the engines, and in the waning light of the Afghan mountainside the only indication of where any of the airjet's were destined could be seen in direction.
"Far right pad -- is he taking the girl to Laslo?" The gunmen inquired, his head and face obscured by dull red headgear that wrapped around his entire skull; while the other armed hefted a rifle. The two Halo soldiers nearby him first looked to Reichkopf, before looking past him to the technician and Ari.
"Yes, she's leaving right now!" Reichkopf's tone quickened as the motors of the vehicle's roared to a new height, and the technician began to pace down the runway toward the transport.
"Now zhen, Ari -- zhat tech will get you to Wing City, after which; zhere has been some serious work done on your noodle, mein kindred! You will find zhat zhere is a lot more in zhere zhan just an Aschen bot!"

Doctor Reichkopf continued on behind Ari before reaching the waiting airjet and standing at the lowered ramp of the Cricket's massive cargo bay. Capable of fitting nearly 32 armed men, the trip would be a spacious flight for the two. Reichkopf was required off-planet, however, and the operation on Ari was a simple spur of the moment achievement to hold Reichkopf's occupation until he inevitably left for New Hadden. As the woman jogged for the airjet, Uburn had witnessed the fleeting touch to the nap of her neck; her touch would have been greeted with nothing, a free hand over free skin. Reichkopf's work had done one better than putting a piece of machinery in her skull to make her run better; he had simply improved the network that was already there -- though, especially judging from the preliminary scans -- Reichkopf was unaware of how far this experiment could bring the girl. She seemed alive and functioning in the least, and it was Laslo that would handle the woman's training now.
"Let's just say zhe Halos have made quite an investment on you, Lady Ari! Zhe Vostols in Wing City will find you -- keep your head down and out of sight for zhe first few days, you shouldn't be showing up to work with your condition!" Reichkopf was shouting from the launch pad as the guide wheels of the airjet began to lift and tug away from the ground.

Doctor Reichkopf eased himself against the seat of the booth as the Arrokan lowered his hands from a pair of walking handles on the breast plate of the battle armor. He briefly eyed the surrounding patrons of the bars; scraps, Terrans, non-Scatterrans of less than important value, though the spectrum of personnel that came through that door both sedated and piqued Reichkopf at the same time. His intricate desire of comprehension would've easily led him to attempt to 'understand' some of the organisms that walked, crawled or slithered through this door and over this entire planet. He was far more occupied with the objects in front of him though; one was a simple computer, a touchscreen device standard to most civilians on this planet. His equipment had become discreet and commonplace electronics, not many could track the manufacture of the models, meaning it was just that much more difficult for a compromise.

Reichkopf finally opened his mouth, one gloved finger twitching up to the Azrican seated across the seat. The old ruffian could've passed as a Terran, if it weren't for that unsettled, barbaric look a common place of Scatterrans.
"You've found no -- correct, nein? -- evidence to support zhe material is within zhe Local Region?" He remarked; his voice, empowering as it was, hushed to avoid sounding too frustrated, his inflections were enough to show that however.
"Zhe last time we had critical mass for zhose elements was when you insisted we put zhat hardvhere in Ari's noggin. I hope you remember."

Doctor Reichkopf withdrew a cigarette from a packet he held in his left hand, pulling two and tossing one over the length of the table to the Azrican. He lowered his shoulders as the Azrican began to speak, withdrawing a computer tablet as he offered Uburn a picture of a chemical structure.
"That hardware can take millions of Cays to find -- hell, millions more to even produce a usable gram of it. Are ... are you sure you know what this stuff is?" He asked, which caused Reichkopf to snatch the computer pad from his hands, spilling a few cursing slurs from his lips.

"Zhese metals, transuraniums, are vorth more zhan the life of your entire pathetic generation -- you insolent rat. You're being paid to only look for zhese damn rocks, not give a study session to zhe bastard writing your paycheck." He said with a scowl, changing the image on the screen to a star map of the Local Region. Using a Scatterran-registered civilian prowler, Reichkopf and his crew had scoured a distance of 600 light years, dozens of planets, in the search for a single atom of this material.
"Vhat I vant from you is a better quantum scope -- any suggestions vhere to find one?"

Doctor Reichkopf laid his hands out in his lap while the digital menu loaded from a small module on the center of the table. The Hykan laid out the backpack on the table in front of him before he grabbed at a small handheld; Reichkopf lazily waved to the bodyguard, distracting him with a few noises and grunts from an obnoxious Reichkopf.
"Yooooooook -- You can't beat my score on zhe Dig-Dug." He stated before looking at the menu, and tapping at his order with one finger.
"If zhere is anyzhing more delicious zhan some god damn soup ... "

The Hykan laid his elbows on the table while tapping at the handheld, his shoulders dropping as he noticed the people situated throughout the bar. The Scatterran let out a sigh and turned to the menu.
"Gonna' get ... a taco ... " He remarked before occupying himself with his order like Reichkopf.
"Maybe some nachos too."

Doctor Reichkopf lounged in his chair as he heard the quips and remarks from the argument between the two women at the bar. Reichkopf crossed his face to the Hykan at the remeberance of Koporo, but he quickly replaced it with an impassive smile while Ari looked over to him.
"Niet, no. You vere zhere vith Grosha at Kapminor vith zhe Soviets -- " Reichkopf said, the Hykan nodded as he coughed into his palm.
"And zhe car looks very streamlined, I've not seen much design like zhat. Especially in zhe places I've been lately. Zhe Soviets have very poor infrastructure." He remarked, before jostling slightly at the sound of the weapons fire.

"Mier Kot zhose are zome very loud pieces." Reichkopf said, lacing one hand around the grip of the blade fixed to his chest plate on a holster. The Hykan was laying a hand down at his side, muttering to himself in a foreign dialect before looking to Reichkopf.
"Sovraks running the fucking mouth, one thing we didn't have in Kampinor ... Thank God." The Hykan remarked as he slouched himself against the table.

Doctor Reichkopf was idly conversing with the Hykan before the second shot rang out through the bar, a faint muffling from it striking quickly and then a splatter caused Reichkopf to shout out. He flung his arms up as he turned over to see that the woman had shot herself in the head. Reichkopf cackled out in sheer bewilderment.
"Ooooh Kot! Did zhat just fucking happen?" He called out in confusion, leaning himself out of his seat slightly as the Hykan took his hands away from his ears.

"They let everyone have a gun here?!"

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Doctor Reichkopf felt the snow give way, and then a burst of harsh cold air, colder than the wind he had just left, pushed against him while he went sliding down into the crevice with his boots steering him to safety. He joined two other men in heavy snow gear with EMIT tools and a plasma pick used against ultra-dense ice. Looking up, he could see the man-sized hole he had made following Professor Kuralkin and David Winters, a National Republic Koraliner PMC chief into the snow gap between two large pieces of glacier.

“Ah ... thought that wouldn’t work for a second.” Reichkopf said as he pulled himself out of a pile of snow, trying his best to keep the frigid particles out of his clothing. With his face obscured, he was thankful that he was relatively warm in this climate; the Koraliner chief was not wearing a full helmet and appeared particularly distraught about it. When Reichkopf crouched, he looked at Professor Kuralkin and waved for him to hand the small communicator to him.

“This is Reichkopf, we have retrieved the first beacon -- the anomaly is still here, within 2 kilometers below us, ohver.”