Anubis an Egyptian god that was once the Lord of the Underworld later re-purposed into serving as the one who weighs the heart of those sent fourth to him against the feather of truth. In reflection to this the Anubis has taken up a new objective, to serve as a safe harbor for those that Humanity might have otherwise condemned un-rightly to death, for those rejected due to genetic modification or rather the failure of it. The ship is to provide a home and a place of belonging to those that would otherwise feel disjointed form their surroundings
Those that sought refuge on the Anubis would be quick to learn of the strictures to ensure safety, being something of paramount and due to this the rules were enforced vigorously. Those that sought to try connect or hack into the ships computers would find very tenacious defenses, the systems that they could connect to how ever did not lead to the mainframe being that there were two ‘cores’ one for the internal integrity of the ship and another dealing with the inbound and outbound data which any information that needed to be transferred was done so manually preventing anyone from ‘hacking’ into it. The elevators that would lead to the stated facilities would only have the options for these, leaving one to assume that elsewhere on the ship is another elevator one that would allow one access to the rest of the ship however this of course was restricted. Those that sought refuge here were subjected to biometric scans, the data to be saved as this would be their ‘authorization’ with on the ship and intruders were swiftly dealt with by the ships internal defenses.
Quarters
The ship might provide a safe harbor but there was also a sacrifice to be made, any communication inbound or outbound from within the ship was monitored completely without any chance of someone discretely back-dooring, the ships AI’s ensuring the monitoring wasn’t circumvented. Quite a few levels of the Anubis were restricted from the access of those aboard and usually they were guarded by Androids as well as ceiling mounted turrets that were often retracted until they were needed. The rooms were rather simplistic, containing a bed, table, kitchen, shower and a large monitor screen for both computer and video streams concerning neural net channels.
Lounge
As the ‘bar’ section of the ship, this area is built purely for relaxation. Previously it had been the most popular place on the ship, rather than hard covered seats there were sofa’s, the ground was metal and the counter tops as well. The tables and counter had been modified to fit with the refurbishment of the furniture. There were area’s where one could play neural net games. If one was in a mood to not do their own cooking then the androids that looked after this facility would also cook meals as well as serve drinks, none of which one had to pay for although the meals not extravagant.
Physical Training Area
Containing most gym equipment in relation to weight lifting, the area was moderately sized how ever set up into two different sections, one with the equipment and one with the pool. The Pool was to serve in place of the running or biking equipment, allowing one to work out their ‘cardio’ in that manner. This was typically not a place of leisure when the ship had been in military service, the facility having been for the intention of maintaining the physical prowess of the agents who use to serve on the ship.
Firing range
Serves as a area where one might test weapons or otherwise hone their combat skills, it also contained an arena where people could spar with one another which helped to further train the agents, The targets were holographic as well as moving, when hit they would disappear. It provided a varying of challenges that would add differ variables into the scenarios chosen.
Workshops
The favored place of one of the ships inheritance: Sarah Mcfarlen. This is a place where one may tinker with tech although any tools were carefully monitored to prevent someone ‘misplacing’ any of them. There is a number of equipment here, being connected to the hanger it was a place where one could make repairs or modification to ships or even work on devices, a Testing chamber joined to the room to allow ‘safe’ testing of the equipment.
Hanger
Within each hanger compartment would be a statue of Anubis, its scowling features gazing down the landing pad as if baring judgment on those that entered, serving as a constant reminder that those the intended harm done onto the ship would be judged and punished accordingly. When one stored their ships in a specific compartment the only person that would be able to enter would be Vaelin or that of the ships pilot.
Vaelin sat on the edge of his bed, his knees apart as his elbows rested on them, his hands covering his face as his mind churned on knowledge that he had recently gained. Standing and moving to the music player he selected a few songs to play on in a loop, never having really had a wide verity that he liked. The music drowned over his thoughts and he could hear nothing else. His gaze turned out the window as he looked at the spinning anomaly within the Puerto Rico system. Chewing the inside of his check in thought before he finally turned form it shaking his head. Jim had the display up indicating any activity that connected to his brother, what was there was nothing new, which gnawed at him internally. As restlessness took its toll he would finally head for the door grabbing the specialized trench coat, setting it over his shoulders and straightened it out.
Stepping into the training room he set the temperature to a cooler temperature and removed the coat, his eyes trailing the ceiling where retracted gun turrets where, these devices littered all throughout the ship as per means of protection. Transferring his music selection down into the room, he would replicate the same environment as his room before he started his work out. Hours had passed and a state of exhaustion achieved, with aching limbs he made his way back to his room, where he moved into the shower. He soon immerged from the showering room drying his hair. Once done with the towel he merely tossed it over onto one of the seats and grabbed the coat once more. He made his way down to the hanger bay area of the ship. He made his way to his ship in which he started to calibrate the systems as well as the guns. There had been once a innumerable amount of ships that would pass through here while the crews worked on them, it was a sight to behold, now merely a thing of the past and only memories as evidence.
Some one walked the hall's of the Osiris, having recently arriving to the ship itself, almost like a ghost however from the shadows that never existed but a good friend never the less. In the hanger was her ship's, a basic Roc bomber with standard fairing equipment, nothing off about it really to say the least besides the odd rep on the thing, guess she liked to travel light as the cargo bay of the bomber was always empty of anything to hold to say. Her other ship which she had right next to it was a Jackdaw Heavy Fighter with a ton more upgrades then the Roc itself, to that letter she used it much more often to her Roc which was noticeable in the end.
Eventually seeing what time it was, she went down to the hanger and looked over the who ships, starting to take them apart all the way down to the wings in pieces, the engines being examined, the power core's sitting in sealed containers and the fuel itself in containers as well, the ships in pieces almost like some sort of demolition derby had happened between the two ships in the hanger.
if anyone was listening, the sudden sound of swearing is heard as something hits the floor and rolls away. Upon closer inspection it looked to have been the Roc's emergency system control which was now on the other end of the room. Actually looking around the room, it was much more easier to tell which parts went to which ship easily and never the less, the pilot kept the organized and in areas that were easy to find to say the least. The Roc hand plenty of pieces on shelves near its empty hull, just the frame being held in the air and looked to have had its soul sucked out of it, just now being an empty shell.
The Jackdaw, though smaller and thinner, seemed to have many more pieces thanks to whatever it had to say the least. Four heavy code weapons, an elite thruster and whatever else she could find. What made this girl off, even when offered a room? Just took a small section of the hanger instead, a small bed in the corner of the room and some odds and ends all over the place. It looked...roomy perhaps to some, to others they would just think she's crazy for sleeping in a place that smelled of metal, fire and fuel.
Littering the hanger area also was pieces of scrap metal and other robotic pieces, mostly looking like small drones that were offline, if the captain looked any closer, he could see this was indeed true to the fact, that small drones to some larger ones were camping the corner of the room almost like a sniper had fallen asleep on the job. Other drones just were in pieces like the sniper had done its job already and taken them out.
When Vaelin entered the room/hanger, the first thing he would smell was fuel, looking around, he would see fuel being drained from two ships and being put into storage tanks against the wall. Walking into the room more, the once messy hanger he saw not to long ago was much more organized now with parts being stored away on shelves, tools hanging on racks against the wall or put away in drawers, even the small and badly walled off room area against the wall looked much more cleaner and the drones themselves having been cleaned up and put away into areas of this hanger.
Stone, as Vaelin knew her by, more properly as Aelita Stone to most or just A.S. by her friend's, was working on one type of drone which she seemed to be looking off of blueprints to make again. It looked like a Hathor on the blueprints, but...how could she make such a ship here in such a small hanger. His answer seemed much more simple then he could of guessed, that the ship was already built actually judging by how old the blueprints themselves were. Herself seemed to be testing several things for that ship alone, but smiled upon seeing Vaelin there.
"Oh, morning Dark." She yawned a bit tiredly"Sorry if I woke you up, I just got my old schematics for the Lyoko and was testing a few upgrades and parts for it."Motioning to the things on the large table. "An old Order Hathor, had her scene...well she was my first ship ever besides my fighter and training ship my father gave me...but anyways I'm just seeing if I can get her up and on her feet again after the whole...Toledo fight..." she sighed a bit but smiled up at him"Oh well, easy to repair once I get the parts for it, I already know where it is to." She giggled and closed her eyes a bit "It has a small cloak and is never to far away.." Giggling again softly before giving him a data pad with all information pertaining to the Lyoko gunboat itself, showing its upgrades, its fighting, all that its had and been through as well
"Anyways I won't be long, just wrapping up the stabilizer systems for her, the core blew a fuse so I got to take care of that before anything as well...I'll meet you in the lounge in just a bit, okay?" she smiles and goes back to working on whatever it was, something could caught his eye, a golden hologram walking around doing stuff in the hanger "Lyoko, can you help me here?" The golden AI flashing over and looking down, starting to help Stone with what she needed with, a small ring going over her eyes as she tested the things on the table which just sparked, flashed and..well a few other of possibly useless things. However if he looked back at Stone..she was just smiling to see it working in the end it seemed.
Upon leaving, Dark a while later would hear Stone entering the lounge as she said with a smile on her face, her right cybernetic eye a solid grayish color. Walking over and grabbing something to eat...it was strange what it was in the end, a simple apple really, taking a bite out of it and happily starting to eat it, taking a cup of water as well before going to the couch and sitting down, starting to eat and drink what she got happily, taking the remains of her stuff and throwing them into the trash can once she was done"How are you today then? Pardon for the loud sounds in the hanger area..." She blushed and giggled "Sorry, didn't mean to make it sound like something exploded down there.."
Vaelin was sitting on the sofa a brow lofted up at her. "There is a reason why there is an elevator besides - Soild metal walls I doubt any sounds going to get past them in all honesty, you didn't wake me, the quarters are far from anything of disturbance."when he was supposedly in the hanger, he had looked over the blue prints though the Hathor's model wasn't new to him. He would put the gaming controller down onto the table and stretched before laying down on the couch placing his hands behind his head."I am well enough - for now I am just having to wait for a catalyst to happen before what I am seeking to do is put under way again."He stay there staring up at the ceiling for some time.
After a moment of closing his eyes he finally got up and yawned."You know, you should look into the rooms - you might find it more comfortable - or do you have bad memories of such rooms on an Osiris?" he lofted a brow as he corrected his sitting position. "Also, outbound and inbound communications here are intercepted, what passes through is approved - which is also monitored by the AI, its not to try get into your private life but just to make sure the safety of this ship and integrity is well and secure, this will be a place for many to escape to peace - its a sacrifice that those here will have to live with for the better of the others and themselves."
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Doc found himself aboard Vaelin's ship unsure of where he was going or what he was to be doing. He brought everything he would need, at least he hoped that he did, to treat his friend. During the flight, his mind was with his now sleeping daughter and the twins who were being cared for on Med Force One. The shock of being a single father was like a kick-in-the-teeth and he kept asking himself how to handle it. He didn't have anyone who could really fill a mother's role and in his mind, it was wrong to take on a wife for that reason only. Still, he knew he would find a way, he always did. The hardest part was watching Emiko grieve, knowing all he could do was comfort her.
Thoughts were also with Ashlea. She was beautiful and there was genuine love. She was someone he could spend a lifetime with but he didn't want to be too fast. He hadn't had the chance to tell her of Midori's death. How would she react having three children around that weren't even hers? I mean, she may want some of her own although Doc didn't think it was a bad thing. What if she was already carrying? After all, they did have a very intimate night together and it only took once. These were thoughts going through his mind. He would have time to address them all soon enough. To break his mood, he found some coffee and went to find Vaelin.
Taking a sip of the coffee, he asked of him, "Once we're done with this mission, would you be able to take me to Planet Honshu? I have someone I must give condolence to in person. I can have my shuttle pick me up there later."
Moments before the arrival, two people were moved onto the aged Osiris. One of them worse for wear and other watching over her like a guardian angel. Stone, barely making it out of an attack almost two weeks ago, was given a room in the medical area of the ship. It looked like she lost a fight with a cave bear; if said bear was giant and much more aggressive then normal. Her body was heavily bruised and cut, there were signs of burning and trauma all over her. While Stone was indeed awake, she was mostly out of it. She struggled to remember what all happened due too two things, the painkillers dosages and the injuries themselves.
Thankfully she responded easily to everything around her and was able to answer everything else. If one asked what happened, they'd get an answer of what one would call rather aggressive friendly fire. To be correct in that statement would to be saying that two bombers, and another gunship had attacked Stone while she was also in space...However not hostile vessels, Zoner's or AI's, but it turns out that the Order themselves had turned and engaged Stones vessel, laying siege to it before it finally went down in Omicron Delta. Thankfully the other person that was there with Stone saved her before they could fully kill her off with what happened during it all.
Aelita started to come to; her eyes blinking quickly before gowning in pain and soreness. Everything slowly became less blurry in moments of her awaking up, saying that it was rather blurry, almost like water was being poured over her eyes while looking through glass. She attempted to sit up. Two things stopped her, the pain itself and the gentle hand of the other female in the room; telling her to remain down and to remain resting for the time being. Stone still wore her torn and battered Order primary fleet uniform, sadly it was partly burned and torn into her body itself, some it plastered there due to the fire, some it just stuck. Whatever the case, no one saw fit to attempt to remove it for Aelita's own privacy and due to having no idea how to do it medically.
By the time Holliday was shown to her, he'd see the mass burning leathery skin, the sizable cuts all over her and the bruising. It was also clear that the trauma effect was still holding strong. Stone gave a greeting or two to everyone, in a rather silly and out of it way before slowly starting to fall back into the sleep that claimed her an hour or so before hand. One thing watched from the door way, a golden AI hologram that remained silent and in a defensive position at the door, as if acting like a security guard at a grand event.
Before it all started, Stone woke for a few moments once more "Mmmmm..darkness, it's coming..it will claim us all..like it did with Toledo...endless war..endless fighting..hmms..hzmzz...mmm.." she passed out a moment after her little speech, out cold and now in the hands of Holliday
Vaelin had left the ship shortly after getting Doc comfortable. The Anubis had already started its journey toward Edinburgh. When Doc found him he was ensuring everything was prepared for Stones arrival, both the room where she would be tended to and the recovery room. His attention turned up from the PDA mounted on his forearm and nodded. “I will let you take one of the disposable ships I have, I suppose it would be for your daughter too and maybe others.” He moved to pat a hand on Docs shoulder. He looked back over the room. “You’ll tend to her here, set it up how you wish, as for medical supplies. They will be up shortly.” Giving a gentle pat Vaelin set off towards the hanger.
Alpha’s voice came through the PDA on his forearm. “There is a base detected within the radius of the Omega Forty Nine Jump Hole in Dublin. There are no options to jump in without detection, I have prepped the Wolf’s Den for transportation.”
Vaelin never broke stride as the Anubis shifted its course from the Jump Hole to a spot within the cloud that contained the Dublin jumphole. “Very well, reroute the Eye of Horus to the Tau’s, We’ll take extra precaution in the transportation.”
“Relocating assets. The Wolf’s Den is ready for launch and requires all medical equipment needed to sustain the patient while in transit.” Being the final message from the AI it ceased its activities. Vaelin entered the Wolf’s Den and made his way towards Freeport Ten.
Upon the Wolf’s Den arrival two more people were allowed to gain access to the Anubis, he didn't follow them towards the medical bay but instead he moved to the recovery wing. He ensured that everything was in Order knowing that Stone was in capable hands with Doc. He wasn't needed and so he made use of his time in other parts. Jim had been assigned to help Doc with anything he needed, medical or otherwise. Two droids had been relocated to escort Doc which they would also provide an extra pair of hands.
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Doc already looked flush and exhausted when he arrived but upon the sight of the patient a Good God could be heard. He reached for his datacorder and started scanning the woman on the table. What skin was exposed was burned and had much of her uniform stuck to it. As he scanned, he got the report from the attending physician.
"The Order did this to one of their own?" he muttered, "God damn you, Golanski!"
Severe burns, blood loss, broken bones and internal injuries looted her body. How she is still alive is a damned miracle. Completing the scans, he got a full run down of what she already had in her for medicines. He then turned to Jim, "Good job keeping her to this point."
Doc then took what appeared to be a halo-tainment band out of his kit and placed it on Stone's head. Upon turning it on, he explained it, "I've found these to be very useful as sedatives and anesthesias, an alternative to drugs. Over a couple of days, there are no ill affects. For that time, she'll be in a warm, tropical paradise and won't know any of this is going on."
He then asked of Vaelin, "Old friend, I can best treat her aboard Med Force One and these burns and scars will never be seen if I do. What are the odds of us going back to it outside of Gran Canaria? I'll see to it that she is brought wherever she needs to after treatment?" While he awaited an answer, he began the process of separating tissue from clothing.
Stone slowly fell into a trance thanks to the halo-tainment band. Doc would notice for the longest time that Stone remained relaxed and calmed during all of this, holding the hand of the other female that was in the room. After a bit, it was clear the extent of the fight, from point A to B, she was chased across four systems, hammered to pieces and even after her ship went down, they continued to destroy the wreck, as if assuring she was dead before leaving.
For the longest moment, it was hard to make Stone release the other females hand, but thanks to the halo-tainment band, she soon let go and went fully still for Doc to operate successfully. During the operation, he'd fine that her body had been changed before, as traces of things remained in her body and blood from what used to be cybernetics and other things that used to keep her alive but was long gone
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What would have taken a short time in the operating rooms of Med Force One took hours as Doc had only what he could bring with him. It was lucky for him that she had a common blood type and was compatible to him and some of the crew. At one point, he stopped to take a pint of his own and donate it to her.
A laser scalpel and auto suture device made life somewhat easier as he was able to fix damaged organs and bones. Sadly, what he could not do was do little to clear the scarring and burns that covered her body. Only on his medical ship could he do that. He cleaned her up and with the tattered remains of her uniform removed, he covered her in a blanket, keeping an I.V. of fluids going through her. With several reset ribs healing, her chest was bandaged. What she didn't need was a rib to re-break and puncture her good lung or worse, her heart. Stable and relaxed, he kept her in a drug induced coma to allow healing and to remove the tainment band.
As he cleaned himself up, rage came through his fatigue as he spoke to the other female present.
"She will recover from this with rest but I'm not so sure she should return to the cockpit," he stated. "She shouldn't have survived that and won't again."
He then looked her in the face, "The last person who didn't take my advice just died because she wanted to try and give birth again when her body wasn't near strong enough and now my children have no Mother." Angry, he threw his blood stained smock in an incinerator. Before he left to find his daughter, he said to Vaelin, "I need to complete her treatment on my ship unless she wants to spend her life scarred."
Doc then walked to his quarters where he curled up with his still sleeping daughter and fell asleep beside her.
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