From deception comes invention

[Death.RunningVerminator]

The boss's face went cold for a moment and starred into blank space.

"A n-?"

He was quickly interrupted when the door behind him opened and a guard rushed through. The man leaned over to whisper something into Death Runner's ear. And when he had finished he went back to the door he came in and left.

"Interesting news!.. Professor Foetsch, I think you'll like this.. I have now successfully infiltrated the SCRA. This was planned out before your arrival, just to make sure you did your work properly. But it looks like there won't be any trouble from you. Which is good. That means your friends get to stay alive, and my.. hmm.. spy, I should say, will be sure not to draw his weapon with the intent to harm anyone there. As long as you do your work."

He smiled, grinning with the ever-so-present conscious that tells him he deserves to be in hell ringing through his head.

"Right then! Nomads! This will be tricky. Tricky indeed. I will have to consult with The Oracles yet again and hope they can understand and give us what we need. If not.. Well.. I'll just take it by force."

He rolled himself away slowly, accompanied by several guards. He lifted his hand and was turned around to face the scientists.

"Gentlemen. I hope by now you see that this world is mine. I will get what I want no matter the cost. But I am no dictator or tyrant, I am a loving and caring man with simple pleasures. I reward and I acknowledge those whom work for me.. for the greater good! So do not feel like prisoners here, no, you are esteemed and honorable guests in my home that will be embellished in worthy praise!"

He smiled, breathing steadily and taking in the wonders of his accomplishments. He turned to Torro, and his grin faded.

"I may take your mind away from you, but I will always give it back."

And with those last words, he departed out of the door and into the elevator.

[Jayce]

Spy... Foetsch cursed under his breath. He slipped his right hand into his labcoat and squeezed a small nub concealed in the fabric between his thumb and finger, a motion that went completely unnoticed by all in the room. A microtransmitter activated, sending a minute, undetectable signal through the atmosphere, to a relay in the debris of the Hispania. A larger transmitter activated there, sending another signal to the next transmitter, and so on.

A small red light began blinking on Doctor XiaoBei's desk.

Did he say by force? How the hell is he going to take a live Nomad by force? He turned to doctor Steel. Well, I assume now all that's left is for us to play the waiting game...

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[Dr.Steel]

Dr. Steel watches as catologs of medical pump schematics scroll across the monitor before him.
He'd seen the pumps he would need a while ago - but knowing he is being watched, minutely, he dithers.
He smiles to himself, pleased that he is able to make this 'Death Runner' sweat a bit, a sort of payback for this imprisonment.

His only concern now is how long to let this twisted individual, well, twist.
His thoughts stray back to his Alpha Experiments, the Trans-Static-Inversion Multiverse macro test: phase two, now fully underway on Skye Base.
His Emerging Principle work is time sensitive, and very nearly conclusive.
But he has some time - the current phase must be allowed to complete autonomously, else the data be biased.
So he marinates plans, inside of plans.
On top of plans.

Chewing the inside of his cheek as he mumbles, he answers,
"Wait it is, my good Doctor."

With a hiccup of a laugh and a sharp smirk, without turning from the screen he adds,
"Good thing we both have patients, eh?"

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Building a Utopian Playground - One Smile at a Time

[Death.RunningVerminator]

Torro Trait emerged from the hallway carrying a small holo-pad. He approached Dr. Steel and placed the device firmly in his hands.

"Those are the logs from the boss's most recent transmission to The Oracles. He said he wants you to give your opinion on the matter and to decide the next step. I would assume you want him to ask for the Nomad implants. He's a very meticulous man, he does not like to make mistakes and must always be certain on the next move before it is made.."

The soldier stood there, waiting and watching Dr. Steel examine the logs.

"And there is of course always the more.. forceful.. way to do this.."

[Dr.Steel]

Dr Steel looks up from the holopad, perplexed.

"Specter Implants?" he mumbles.
"I have no data on these"
He looks again at the holo-pad.

"And while we're on the subject, what's an Exarch - and where can I get one of my own?" he asks, a bit of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"He's so cute! I could pat him on the head for hours..."

A more serious look settles on his face and he stares at Torro Trait.
"If use of force were an issue for me, I would not, my good man, be a Gaian."

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Building a Utopian Playground - One Smile at a Time