As  Justin waited for the doors to be open, so he could leave. The Vids  came back on..when the  news  feed was interupted by the pirate news feed, with the vids  taken from..or on..the  defeated  enemey vessels..Graphic...brutal..but real..even with the sounds of torment , from the  captives that were being tested...

 The GUard  came to the door  and shook his head,..well..that does it  for sure...ain't no way, no one can say  that the Demons are , our  friends...

In reply to tech lab (msg #37):

Sure does, it just confirms that these Deamons shouldn't be nuked. But hey how do you think they got the camera inside the area and broadcasting like it is. I bet the Techs are pulling their hairs out in hands full, trying to get control of our receptors.

  the Guard  shook his head  as he  watched the loop of  films,well..the ones  with  the  Reporter..are taken by our  film folks...and the others, , look like they are taken from the Demon ships  Camaras..some one jacked a feed or something...more brains then i have for that stuff...

Oria Laid a hand on the wall trying to catch her breath. the look that man gave her wasn't frightening in the sense that he would love to hill her for being what she was. But the look of someone who would rather want to use her for an experiment or cut her open and do an autopsy while she was still breathing.

Then the doors opened and then she new that it was in fact a demon ship being sucked from the hanger do to the urgency of the jettison. She closed her eyes and sighed with a slight shake to her head. She paid no mind to anything around her until after the doors opened again and the guard spoke. She spun around and looked to the man in uniform. "I must to speak with Dr. Hadrian again. he has done the ship and its crew harm by being the lead of something he is inexperienced in."

  The Guard looked waooried  as he saw her  rank, and said  slowly,well..um..Ma'am...we don't have  a Dr HAdrian  anylonger..we had to Jettison the scout ship..seems a self destruct of some kind  was activated as he poked arounf in there...the auto Jettison came on, and he was stuck  on the ships wing, trying to do something to the  controls....doesn't matter now...he is  in tiny bits out there..and the scout  ship blew up..the Olympus  Tenders  are gathering the  salvage now.

Jesse had ventured around the ship for quite some time.  She wanted to visit an old friend.  She had just about given up when she located some resemblance of where she was trying to get to.

Accustom to old traditions, she knocked on the door before she entered and when or if not one responded, she opened the door and queried of Ingrid's location.

She was led to Ingrid and her father's quarters, she then again knocked.  Ingrid? she asked after a brief tapping on the door.

 Ingrid was sitting in a  little Puffy chair  flying Sims of Hammers  Vs Demon fighters.

  The Doc and his...GF/Assiasstant where at the  table goign over some appaers and had several LAptops  running as well.

 Please Come in  , Ms. Dalton...Ingrid is ...flying..as usual..

She gave a smile and a nod to Mr Largerson

I would expect nothing less than that from her, she replied.  She walked up and extended her hand out for a shake.  No need to call me Ms Dalton, Jess will be just as fine.  No formalities needed.

She then turned her attentions to Ingrid. Sounds as if I may have another mission to go on, she said squatting down and looking at the girl from her level.  Mind to help me on some flying missions so that way I can get some practice.  Maybe I can have a tip on where we are going so you and I can practice Sim flying together.  I only want my best wing-girl with me.

  Largerson Nodded,..have her back in an Hour  or so..we are going to a Movie  in the town section, before...the.... event... takes  place...

Jesse gave a nod as she helped Ingrid up from her seat to help her get ready to head to the SIMs so that they could spend time together.

Sir Largerson, she said just as they were ready to leave.  When we return, if you ever need Ingrid to hang out with any one, I'm just a COM away.

She gave him a smile and then her and Ingrid darted down the corridors and to the rec dec to play.

Shra Woke in her cell of the lowers where they put the rest of the 'species of "subjects"'. Her Feathers were ruffles from the cozy sleep she had, but then again she still didn't feel at home without being able to build her own nest. She looked around the room before she moved to the door and tried to look out.

 As she looked out, she could see Tubes along the wall across the  ( very large) Room..In the tubes were a few demons, LArgrans, a couple creshains and two Tellow feathered  Avains.

  On the Table, strapped  down with angelsteel straps, was one of the "new" Orange skinned demons,

Shra gave a shiver at what she saw, her feathers stood as she did and she let out a low groan. Her thoughts on the the demon laying on the table made her feel slightly at ease since she personally didn't think much for the race. She just hoped the humans wouldn't place her in any of those tubes or try to open her up on the table.

  men and women in Lab coats  moved around...there was a dead demon on a table, and  a fellow in a white caot, with a Woman dressed the same as he, were using   eye droppers to drop some things  from Test tubes on the body...now and the smoke would rise from the area...then suddenly...a part of the arm, sent up a thing tendril of smoke... the man grinned as the woman said..THAT'S IT!..mark that one..and mark the  1st...4th and 6th tube as well..they all work...just 13 is the best!...start producing it now..and we'll see what happens when we  get Fuji cranking this stuff out!

Shra watched intensely as the doctors worked on the demon, blinking every now and again as the smoke appeared from the body. she tilted her head in wonder then back as they started their small celebration.

----> From Rec Dec


It took Xyran a little bit to get to the labs but upon entering he flashed his credentials before entering inside, 'Finally I can start doing my job' he thought to himself as he approached the workbench and table next to it and laid out a vast assortment of pulse weapons and attachments from the wall mount nearby.

Xyran stood there pondering which model he was gonna use for a base to work from, eventually deciding on the demon tech model as its fire power was vastly superior to what most of the other marines used.

With a base model set in mind Xyran loaded up his datapad and scanned through the various weapon schematics he came across over the years both human and alien alike and coming across various designs for things called 'light support weapons' he studied over the design like a possessed madman pacing back and forth through the empty tech lab.

'Demon tech in general is very heavy but that is due to the fact that demons have a larger muscle mass then most other races and can handle the larger weapons, but what if its possible to create a lighter weight frame so more people can start using it?'

It was a goal worth pursuing for now with a lighter weight customized frame came more options like extended power cells and advanced cooling systems to support overcharged cells and the option to attach it directly to powered armor or various other power stations for a quick and easy way to fire damn near unlimited rounds by keeping the power cells constantly charged via the micro fusion reactor's... however that came with it own downsides as putting to much stress on the energy cell could cause it to completely burn out and become useless similar to a battery being charged over and over again.

Xyran finally snapped out of his thought and smiled as he drew up plans for his light pulse machine gun hybrid using the light weight designs of the occui model with the fire power of the demons tech.

Once finished drawing up the schematics for a prototype he got to work constructing it, he knew the weapon was gonna need extensive testing but luckily for him he still had several days.
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  Now  and then some  Hermes-techs  would walk by...a Hermes-sec two -stripper stopped and wayched Xyran for a bit, then moved off...

  now and again  a fellow in a lab Coat would stop and  watch, then move off, only to come back later...

Xyran turned around quickly to look at the person in the lab coat watching him, "Could you do me a favor and have a crew bring me down my power suit from the armory?" xyran then turned back to his work, he was roughly 45% complete with the frame after which all the real goodies could be added.

 the Lab Coat guy just looked at him, and Motioned to a  Red suited Tech. The Tech  began to make the call, as he watched Xy.

It was several minutes later before Xyran finished the frame for the new prototype weapon after which he began putting together the internal components and soldering them into place, "Is there something I can help you with... you keep standing there like you never seen a Occui tech specialist make a weapon before" Xyran said with a slight bit of humor in his voice as he kept working.

 The man looked sternly at him,I never had an alien, mucking about my labs before either....

Xyran stopped and turned around to face the guy as he sensed a slight bit of hostility, "Is there a problem? cause i certainly hope not" The last thing Xyran needed was to have a white coat on his case because of some racism issue.

  I am not fond of having Aliens in my Lab...unles they are being tested  on. Did you clear this  with the Admiral? if so..I wish to see the papers...now.

Xyran narrowed his gaze and steeped forward towards the tech his eyes had a killers edge to them, "And you know what im not fond of racist individuals like yourself, you know ive always been curious how the human brain works so perhaps will stick you in one of these tubes and see what makes you tick cause by all rights you are an alien to me" Xyran really didin't like racist pricks like this guy but he calmed down a bit and presented the datapad with his credentials and authorization, "Here is my paperwork, now if you would be so kind as to leave me to my work im on a very tight deadline before the invasion and if i don't have this finished before then im holding you responsible!" Xyran was ready to pack up and leave if this guy was gonna keep on his case, but first he was gonna finish this damn weapon come hell or high water.
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 The Man  sneered and  he jerked the paperwork out of his hands,..THIS...is  the HERMES...it is an Earth Vessel...YOU...are the alien here....

 He looked at the  table and then to Xy,...you don't have the time to set up, what i think you'er  working on, not with out  more hands....