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Post by Galadare on Apr 4, 2007 12:10:51 GMT -5
(OOC: Sweatly? He's not THAT intimidating. ) Dr. Hernandez eyes narrow, "And?"
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Post by Nightwolf on Apr 5, 2007 0:32:08 GMT -5
Nightwolf smiles again. She then proceeds to tell him about the information that she and Beamer got from the data cube and everything so far. She does so with out mentioning Beamer’s personal connection, as best she can.
Nightwolf (Continues): "I firmly believe that the Leviathan, overly large guppy if you talk to Beamer, is related to this bio-engineered mutant-making plague. It’s undoubtedly been bio-engineered by the same group of zealot terrorists. I’m not entirely sure if it’s devolving everyone, or if it’s splicing their DNA or exactly what. I’m clearly not a scientist, but you are. I’m sure by now you’ve already determined without this information that the plague wasn’t at all a natural one."
"There might be some biological residue from the Leviathan on the mechs that Beamer and I used to try to fight it the first time. If that’s the case, it might help you find a cure, or maybe combat whatever other mutants the terrorists unleash. It’s highly unlikely that this plague and the giant mutant fish are the only mutations we’re going to see. I’m certain it’s only going to get worse until the terrorists get what they want, or we find some way to stop them."
Nightwolf also makes sure that the good doctor knows that she doesn't have the data cube and the rest of that stuff any more because she gave it to Beamer to make sure the right people got it.
OOC: Oh, I wasn't intimidated. More of a charisma thing... you know. I mean what she was about to tell him might very likely seem nuts, and he's even less likely to believe her if he is upset. The more he likes her the more likely he might be willing to listen to what she has to say...
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Post by Galadare on Apr 25, 2007 21:46:20 GMT -5
"You got samples? Actual, real, honest-to-goodness, genuine, bona fide samples?" he hops down from his chair and dances in a circle.
Quit dancing!," barks the woman, "You cure plague, not fish! Fish military job!"
"Come now, Dr. Han. Gardener was fascinated by the idea of sea monsters. This clearly has his fingerprints all over it!"
Dr. Hernandez sends Sergeant Syler to retrieve the samples, who returns promptly. (He brings chimichangas, too!) The woman hands you one of the chimichangas, shoves you into a corner, and commands you to, "stay!" The others ignore you while they analyze the samples and sensor data from the your machine's black box. The lady's icy demeanor melts immediately when one of the technicians confirms the presence of Quebec Virus. This incites an odd sort of scientific frenzy in the assembled staff. After that it's only a moment before one of the grad students stops in his tracks, staring at a text-only projection.
"It's a delivery system," he says, bringing all activity in the room to an abrupt halt.
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Post by Nightwolf on May 3, 2007 23:02:47 GMT -5
Nightwolf eyes the chimichanga suspiciously. After being shoved into the corner as soon as the woman's back is turned she takes two steps to one side out of the spot. She then grabs one of the nearest labcoated minions and demands he eats some of the chimichanga. She won't give him the opportunity to reject. As soon as he opens his mouth she'll stuff some of the chimichanga in it.
If he doesn't become ill or die in the few moments afterwards. She will eat the chimichanga and be happy for some food. If anyone asks her, including the labcoat she force feed, why she did so, she'll reply that he or she looked like the were in need of sustinance pronto and what would their mother's think of them not eating regularly.
After this she will hang back behind everyone, but make sure she can listen to everything that's going on. Then she'll just let the labcoats do their work stepping out of their way and letting them all forget about her being there. To further her camouflage she'll grab a spare labcoat and put it on if one is available. Should help her blend in.
When the grad student mentions the it being a delivery system, she'll inquire of him, "You care to share with the rest of the class? What exactly is the delivery system?"
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Post by Galadare on May 21, 2007 23:14:52 GMT -5
Everyone in the room glares at you for a brief moment as if accusing you of being too smart for your own good before fixating upon the grad student again. For his part, the tech gulps air like a fish for a moment before stammering a response: "Ah...well...the...er...fish...squid...thingy."
Silence settles on the room briefly before the student continues: "The...er...acid. In the projectiles...It's permeated with Quebec virus. The ink is too. But that's not all, both sides of the creature are lined with these...er...cell...egg...thingies that the thermals couldn't penetrate, but the ultrasound and X-ray receivers could. You see, they're eggs, but they're not...fish...eggs. The creatures inside the eggs are clearly a different species than the fishsquidthing carrying them." he pulls up a playback of the sensor log and highlights an area near the rear of the creature. "Note the vertebrae. When I noticed that, the delivery system was the first thing that came to mind."
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Post by Nightwolf on May 24, 2007 13:04:09 GMT -5
Nightwolf will shrug off the glares. It's not like she's ever really been accepted by society anyway.
Nightwolf: "So the Leviathan, the mutant squid fish, doesn't just try to infect what ever it attacks with it's ink and projectiles. It is also growing mammals that are likely already infected, which can then infect everyone else, no?"
"That's incredibly organized of an operation to pull that kind of thing off. Honestly, it's not like this creature evolved like this on it's own. Someone made it. They're clearly organized, well funded, and have a huge beef with at least the rest of this planet and likely others. It's biological warfare at the extreme..."
"Of course, that being the case they likely also have spies within the military and other installations of perceived safety. Maybe there is one in this room with us. Where better to have a spy to sabotage any efforts of fighting back and finding a cure of this plague than one of the scientists working on the project."
Nightwolf will watch carefully everyone's reaction to her words as she says them and when she is finished just in case she might be able to spot any kind of nervous or suspicious movement that might belie the spy she is sure is there. They would already know she knows about them, so this public scene won't give away anything that Nightwolf isn't sure is already given away.
Nightwolf idly wonders if this group might not have some connection to the same people that she ran from and is still running from, the people that hurt her so badly. She remembers sometimes in her most vivid of nightmares the things they'd do to her and relive the pain all over again.
They won’t ever allow her a normal life. They were still looking for her. She’d been trapped on this planet for too long. They must know she is here even if they don’t have any connections to the same people that created this Quebec Fever. They must know she is here. They may already know she is at this military base. Soon, very soon, Nightwolf was she that they’d come for her.
Still she couldn’t leave the planet until this thing with the plague was resolved. The whole planet was quarantined after all. Had been for a while. It’d trapped her here. Maybe those she ran from were working with those who made the plague. Made sure not to release it until they were sure it would trap her here. Otherwise it was just a lucky coincidence for those that hunted her. She needed to all she could to get that quarantine lifted so she could leave, go somewhere, anywhere else. She wasn’t going to let them catch her, and she certainly wasn’t going back.
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Post by Galadare on May 28, 2007 21:44:57 GMT -5
The graduate student’s anxiety melts in the absence of a reprisal from the old lady, then the occupants of the room lose themselves in thought.
Dr. Hernandez speaks first: “I doubt it’s growing these things, I’ve found no indication of extraneous DNA (other than Quebec Fever) in the samples you brought me. It looks more like it is just carrying them. As for whether or not they are infectious…it’s difficult to say without samples, the virus may not be able to penetrate such a thick cell wall. On the other hand, they’re likely to share an origin…”
The old lady cuts in at this point: “Ambitious project. Very clever. But, even with it size. Too few. No more than hundred eggs.”
Dr. Hernandez continues: “Hardly worth the effort, militarily speaking, I would think. Unless there are more than one…” His speech is consumed by the silence that falls over the room.
”Hunter Rodriguez needs to know about this!”
As Dr. Hernandez speaks, Nightwolf’s vigilant scrutiny of the room’s other occupants is rewarded. One of the lab technicians, who is off by himself in the corner, surreptitiously fiddles with something in his pocket.
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Post by Nightwolf on Jun 4, 2007 22:41:30 GMT -5
Nightwolf was about to respond to the conversation of the scientists, but not stops when she notices the suspicious lab tech. Without hesitation she pounces on him and will attempt to wrestle from him whatever was in his pocket. She is almost entirely certain that it's some kind of easily concealed, probably disguised, transmitting device to send confidential information to the enemy. Likewise, she is similarly convinced that the lab tech is a spy, which she'll inform anyone who inquires as to why she just spontaneously tackled the lab tech.
OOC: Sorry Galadare, that it took me so long to reply. I've just been busy lately... I'm sure you understand. I hear you've been busy too.
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Post by Galadare on Jun 6, 2007 16:03:58 GMT -5
Nightwolf: You lunge at the spy in the middle of Dr. Hernandez’ last statement. At the last moment, he throws his arms up and deftly rolls with your attack, using your own momentum to fling you away from him. With a catlike twist you land on your feet in a crouched position facing the spy, who’s still on the floor. He turns around and scrambles away from you without bothering to get up. His face is contorted in a look of fear. A convincing ruse, but you aren’t fooled.
“What’s wrong with you?” he shouts, “Security! SECURITY!”
The room’s other occupants watch indecisively except for the old lady, who runs to the nearest wall and slaps a large red button several times.
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Post by Nightwolf on Jun 11, 2007 18:10:46 GMT -5
Nightwolf retorts back at him.
Nightwolf: "What do you have in your pocket? You trying to send encrypted encoded messages to the enemy? You work for them don't you?"
Nightwolf will then promptly lunge at him again. She is trying to get into his pocket and see what he was fiddling with.
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