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After the fateful meeting of Dr. Kiraly and the 2nd Shock. His talents were decided to be utilized, differently from regular ground forces. In one of the many warehouses that lined the Kandar military base, one led to a set of stairs, which descended into a clean grey and white room. The room was slowly filling with flora and fauna samples of their new home. With only a handful of researchers at BTS' disposal currently, it was hard to refuse Dr.István Király's formal request to document, observe and provide priceless intelligence about the plethora of both Flora and Fauna on the black Gem's surface.
István having his own little slice of personal paradise, in that very same Laboratory. Several maps marking out locations of possible flora that grows with a bioluminescent stalk and veins within its leaves line near by tables. A dark colored cigarette, fashioned just barely before the war, pressed tightly to his lips, as he inhaled the sickly sweet scent of the burning cylinder. With a cloudy exhale, the young doctor smiles, his golden eyes peering through circular spectacles, at a recently received report from the research teams Security force. "Area is clear from any currently known predators, research location is now within the current safe zone." Tapping the ash from his cigarette into a makeshift ashtray, István quickly stood from his chair, removing a large sample kit from its rather organized tool mount. Which seemed to be a contrast to the desks seemingly lined mixtures of data pads as well as paper notes, attempted hypotheses and other various theories and findings, of his new home.
Heading for the door with his bag, István would stop, briefly looking to one of his research assistants. A thinner young man, eager to learn and discover, with a little too much faith in his 'goddess' for the good doctors taste, but a reliable assistant nonetheless." Ammon, contact your fellow assistants and have the team meet me at the bus, bring the environmental suits and additional rations. If we can find what this damned Bush does to our local wildlife, for one we might be able to harness it, since they don't seem to like the leaves, as well as it's bioluminescent qualities have been paramount to the 2nd Shocks work in the tunnels." Ammon nodded briefly waving another one of the doctors clouds away from his face, slightly grimacing." I'll make sure we are there Doctor, but could I please ask that you not smoke in the Lab?" His request seeming to fall on deaf ears as István quickly donned his oiled leather coat, similar to the marines uniforms, only varying enough to see he was no soldier. Continuing into the cool breeze, always made colder by the perpetual rain of their new home, this time putting his cigarette out,pressing its now wet contents into the dark colored mud. Shortly arriving to a large motor Poole, a modified transport bus waited, it's engine humming with a low growl, with an older man, gruff in his appearance through the artificial light that cascades through the motor pole, allowing mechanics, technicians and BAMF ground forces alike, to store, maintain and upgrade their equipment. The gruff man stood at roughly six feet, his thicker frame at a glance may have seemed like he was rotund, though not all of his mass was so. A muscular build could be seen closely, the aging mechanic came from a peculiar group of Lusaid refugees that made Ereshkigal their new home. Silverio as he was come to be known, had the bus prepped and waiting for the now eager research team. One by one, all four of István's assistants arrived. All dressed similarly, they began piling onto the vehicle, knowing a briefing would come as they left the safety of the base and its lighthouse.
István counted to himself, taking note of the equipment on board, and the suits that lay in their racks." Everyone, listen- we have a chance to see a massive variation of our current research. Make a note we will still require a name for this damn plant, but for now I'll refer to it as a glowing fern." The team groans for a moment before falling back in line, István chuckling to himself over their anguish." I know you love my original names, anyways...this location is about two kilometers from kandar, at the base of another large hill. Though I'd say it's closer to a small mountain, but I'll argue semantics later. Back to the topic at hand, the largest reported glowing fern is at the base of this hill, I want soil samples, clippings from this specimen and keep an eye out for any dangerous flora. Most Fauna stay away from the area, and that concerns me slightly. So do carry your emergency sidearm. If a storm begins to kick up, return here to the bus and we will wait out the storm. Silverio as always, will stay with the bus and ensure we may return with a vehicle and not on foot. Document, report, observe and take samples. Our work is important for helping out our fellow coworkers. That includes, especially BAMF OST. They have been good to us. Also, this will be yet another triumph to hit that passive aggressive bitch Andrasté over her corporate kowtowing head."
As the bus rumbled along the start of a makeshift path, the vehicle veered to the right, taking, finally; a new path now towards the base of the large hill, whose shadow now began to creep closer and closer. Without delay, the bus finally made it as far as it could travel, reaching the start to a semi dense forest of shadows. The thin trees seeming spindly in appearance coiled around each other, missile entailing other plants, creating a knotted mess for the group. As the bus stopped, large metal arms dropped, sinking into the soft wet soil, as part of the bus opened giving their new temporary lab both light and a place to work. The team quickly exited and donned their modified EVA suits, grabbing bags, data pads and various other tools and instruments, as they began their slight ascent. Once a path was created through the black yarn trees, nicknamed so due to their messy branches, István did his best not to use the bright shoulder mounted light the suit had, opting to use an enhanced visor in his helmet. The team quickly split up, already knowing their duties, as István finally stumbled across their objective. A massive glowing fern, easily as tall as a house, it's almost dull glowing veins and stalk indicated that through the dark and the rain, it was still daytime. Eagerly the young man began taking small clippings of the stalk and leaves, notating every aspect he Could as the others continued their research elsewhere. This was the part he enjoyed the most, the silence. Only work and beauty.
István having his own little slice of personal paradise, in that very same Laboratory. Several maps marking out locations of possible flora that grows with a bioluminescent stalk and veins within its leaves line near by tables. A dark colored cigarette, fashioned just barely before the war, pressed tightly to his lips, as he inhaled the sickly sweet scent of the burning cylinder. With a cloudy exhale, the young doctor smiles, his golden eyes peering through circular spectacles, at a recently received report from the research teams Security force. "Area is clear from any currently known predators, research location is now within the current safe zone." Tapping the ash from his cigarette into a makeshift ashtray, István quickly stood from his chair, removing a large sample kit from its rather organized tool mount. Which seemed to be a contrast to the desks seemingly lined mixtures of data pads as well as paper notes, attempted hypotheses and other various theories and findings, of his new home.
Heading for the door with his bag, István would stop, briefly looking to one of his research assistants. A thinner young man, eager to learn and discover, with a little too much faith in his 'goddess' for the good doctors taste, but a reliable assistant nonetheless." Ammon, contact your fellow assistants and have the team meet me at the bus, bring the environmental suits and additional rations. If we can find what this damned Bush does to our local wildlife, for one we might be able to harness it, since they don't seem to like the leaves, as well as it's bioluminescent qualities have been paramount to the 2nd Shocks work in the tunnels." Ammon nodded briefly waving another one of the doctors clouds away from his face, slightly grimacing." I'll make sure we are there Doctor, but could I please ask that you not smoke in the Lab?" His request seeming to fall on deaf ears as István quickly donned his oiled leather coat, similar to the marines uniforms, only varying enough to see he was no soldier. Continuing into the cool breeze, always made colder by the perpetual rain of their new home, this time putting his cigarette out,pressing its now wet contents into the dark colored mud. Shortly arriving to a large motor Poole, a modified transport bus waited, it's engine humming with a low growl, with an older man, gruff in his appearance through the artificial light that cascades through the motor pole, allowing mechanics, technicians and BAMF ground forces alike, to store, maintain and upgrade their equipment. The gruff man stood at roughly six feet, his thicker frame at a glance may have seemed like he was rotund, though not all of his mass was so. A muscular build could be seen closely, the aging mechanic came from a peculiar group of Lusaid refugees that made Ereshkigal their new home. Silverio as he was come to be known, had the bus prepped and waiting for the now eager research team. One by one, all four of István's assistants arrived. All dressed similarly, they began piling onto the vehicle, knowing a briefing would come as they left the safety of the base and its lighthouse.
István counted to himself, taking note of the equipment on board, and the suits that lay in their racks." Everyone, listen- we have a chance to see a massive variation of our current research. Make a note we will still require a name for this damn plant, but for now I'll refer to it as a glowing fern." The team groans for a moment before falling back in line, István chuckling to himself over their anguish." I know you love my original names, anyways...this location is about two kilometers from kandar, at the base of another large hill. Though I'd say it's closer to a small mountain, but I'll argue semantics later. Back to the topic at hand, the largest reported glowing fern is at the base of this hill, I want soil samples, clippings from this specimen and keep an eye out for any dangerous flora. Most Fauna stay away from the area, and that concerns me slightly. So do carry your emergency sidearm. If a storm begins to kick up, return here to the bus and we will wait out the storm. Silverio as always, will stay with the bus and ensure we may return with a vehicle and not on foot. Document, report, observe and take samples. Our work is important for helping out our fellow coworkers. That includes, especially BAMF OST. They have been good to us. Also, this will be yet another triumph to hit that passive aggressive bitch Andrasté over her corporate kowtowing head."
As the bus rumbled along the start of a makeshift path, the vehicle veered to the right, taking, finally; a new path now towards the base of the large hill, whose shadow now began to creep closer and closer. Without delay, the bus finally made it as far as it could travel, reaching the start to a semi dense forest of shadows. The thin trees seeming spindly in appearance coiled around each other, missile entailing other plants, creating a knotted mess for the group. As the bus stopped, large metal arms dropped, sinking into the soft wet soil, as part of the bus opened giving their new temporary lab both light and a place to work. The team quickly exited and donned their modified EVA suits, grabbing bags, data pads and various other tools and instruments, as they began their slight ascent. Once a path was created through the black yarn trees, nicknamed so due to their messy branches, István did his best not to use the bright shoulder mounted light the suit had, opting to use an enhanced visor in his helmet. The team quickly split up, already knowing their duties, as István finally stumbled across their objective. A massive glowing fern, easily as tall as a house, it's almost dull glowing veins and stalk indicated that through the dark and the rain, it was still daytime. Eagerly the young man began taking small clippings of the stalk and leaves, notating every aspect he Could as the others continued their research elsewhere. This was the part he enjoyed the most, the silence. Only work and beauty.
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