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Selective Transmission centered in Taus and Bretonia, Undetectable on Gallic Channels - Diomedes - 03-06-2011
Joao stepped back from the bridge console, running one had through his long dark hair. He turned to his senior bridge crew, all of which were busy running final docking checks and determining what maintenance The Diomedes might require after the flight through to Gallia and a run in with a GRN patrol.
"Right, we've officially been invited in, sub-level 15 Ms. Estelle said. Catalina, Gunther you are with me. It sounds like she was planning on building something so I want your eyes on this Gunther. John, you have the bridge and Miss Flynn, make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Roberto, keep trying to debug that issue on the transmitter."
The crew summarily nodded, Lara Flynn flashing a grin at Joao's comment.
"Right, sounds good cap. What about the ship maintenance?" the broad, bearded Gunther Frings almost growled, but somehow still in a friendly tone.
Joao looked at the chief engineer, clothes clean for the bridge meeting but hands stained with grease, and replied "Leave if for the other engineers, they're more than capable. Alright now, five minutes, let's not keep the lady waiting."
Within a couple minutes, Joao, Catalina and Gunther stepped off the loading ramp of the Diomedes. Catalina took a few long, graceful strides tot he terminal bringing up the map deftly.
"This way," she said, motioning with here head. The three proceeded to the elevator and then on to sub-level 15. The walked mostly in silence, each contemplating what Ms. Estelle may have been creating with the goods they brought in.
Selective Transmission centered in Taus and Bretonia, Undetectable on Gallic Channels - Osilon - 03-07-2011
A slight girl walked down the hall. She seemed similar to the girl on the transmission, but stood a little less regal, her eyes a piercing green. She walked around the corner, seemingly unguarded, before a quadroped drone with two long piercing arms appeared behind her. It seemed attuned to her movements, as much as it was focusing its singular red eye on the group.
"Bonjour" The girl said calmly, knowing she was perfectly safe in this, her castle. "If you will follow me, Jasmine has been awaiting your arrival with much anticipation." Without waiting for a reaction, she turned and walked back down the hall, the drone waiting for the group to follow.
Selective Transmission centered in Taus and Bretonia, Undetectable on Gallic Channels - Diomedes - 03-07-2011
Gunther started as the drone appeared from behind the girl. Then he shot it an evaluating glance and grunted. "Well constructed that it looks like."
The girl already walking away, Joao replied "That is good to hear," and followed immediately behind. One hand came up to touch his neatly trimmed goatee, a gesture of thought and consideration.
Catalina remained quiet, but took in everything she could see. Her and Gunther both walked just behind Joao. The three wore no uniform that would identify them as the crew of the same vessel, but they walked with an easy acquaintance only gained with time and trust.
Joao himself was surprised by the apparent sophistication of the drone, but more so by the easy indifference the woman showed it. It certainly seemed that this was not a device to impress visitors, but rather a part of routine life here.
Selective Transmission centered in Taus and Bretonia, Undetectable on Gallic Channels - Osilon - 03-07-2011
The hallways of Sub-level 15 were winding and many, almost losing the crew of the Diomedes several times before they reached their destination. A dusty freight elevator rose to the surface, one patron within. Jasmine greeted the crew with a small bow, looking across the group. "Bonjour" She said, stepping aside to let the crew enter, offering each of them a pair of blacked-out goggles. "Put these on. I'd hate to see any of you blind yourselves after what you've enabled us to do." As the last of the group entered the elevator, it began to descend, leaving the lone guard drone standing at the entrance to the sister's secret fortress.
The elevator descended in almost total darkness, illuminated only by the dim bulb, for several minutes. Then, a sharp CLANG, CLANG, CLANG started to echo in the distance. Machines, the gentle humming of engines and the hiss of some kind of high-power tool. The elevator dropped from the main shaft, supported only by two rails as it fell, giving the crew a clear look of the nigh-army of drones below. Tall, laser-bearing drones cut away the wrecked debris that filled the hangar, while large crab-esque walkers dragged them away. Hovering cameras oversaw the whole process as it took place, and small swarms that almost looked like water scrabbled around in small groups. In a corner, more drones were already being assembled by their kin.
(//If you don't mind, i'd like to move to http://discoverygc.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=93178 to get this out of the comms channel, just for convenience and organisation's sake)
Selective Transmission centered in Taus and Bretonia, Undetectable on Gallic Channels - Diomedes - 03-07-2011
(//right. Makes sense. I'll move there now. I actually sent you a PM to this effect a day or two ago. If you didn't receive it let me know, I haven't had replies from a couple of sent messages so there may be something wrong)