Sophia lets out a surprisingly well-practiced sigh. Well then, I suppose I'll have to support as best I can without Abraxas. However, please keep him here on standby. If we discover a way to make entry, we might need the backup.

In reply to Sophia (msg # 28):

"That's all the more reason to quickly find and detain this Laser Fist person, damn him! Bax was still on his feet when I was forced to flee. Once you get here with the girl and the stolen data, maybe she can tell us where he fled to. What his motives are. Anything at all."

She pauses.

"Look, I'm pretty sure Bax is stable enough to move, unless he was actually dissected up there after I left. He took a shot of serum during the confrontation, and it's very good at keeping people alive in adverse situations. If he's not stable enough to move, he's not going to survive no matter what we do. Still...if the medical team's equipment isn't cutting it, maybe the gear we have here in the Depthcharge will be more effective. Who's watching over him now? I'll send someone to relieve them and bring Baxter down here where it's safe. Much as I would love to intervene personally at the moment, stopping the terrorist and his goons has to be our top priority."

Billy rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest at the transmission, "Terrorist!  I kick terrorists in the balls and take their stuff," he grumbles petulantly with his mic off.
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In reply to Billy Laser Fist (msg # 30):

JJ's eyes light up and he punches Billy playfully in the shoulder.

We arresting you, boy?  Sounds just fine to me.  I'll get my cuffs.

He punches Billy again, a little less playfully.

Hell, if we need to make it look like you've been roughed up...

He does remember to leave his mic off.

"How about we just make it look like you're not a jackass?  Sounds like enough work for one cover," Billy replies, rubbing his arm.

In reply to Billy Laser Fist (msg # 32):

The sliding door which conceals the hidden elevator slips shut again, having waited for occupants without success. The group remains in the hallway, bantering and discussing strategy in the "dead-end" hallway.

There is no way this looks at all suspicious to passers-by or to anyone who might be watching a security feed.

"Uh...Did we want to be in there?" Billy looks at Muse.

In reply to Billy Laser Fist (msg # 34):

"Be in the lobby in a moment, Doctor. We'll talk more then."

Muse pushes the button to call the elevator again.

"Olsen comes up with us to be debriefed. If Nightmare has to go to 'detainment' for that to happen, Stence can let her out. If Olsen still resists, we take her forcefully. 'No' is not an acceptable answer."

Muse to Stence:

"Stence, the Omegas and I are coming down. Between us, the Doctor is needed for questioning topside. I need you to get somewhere you can access the Lab's countermeasures and security. Conflict of any kind could threaten the research, and neither of us wants that."

He says "Give me the datapad, I'll hand it over" to whomever has it. "If the Doctor has any decency, she'll be grateful enough for its return to answer a few questions."
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In reply to Muse (msg # 35):

Nightmare will insist to remain in her EVA suit.

Say this is how you captured me and brought me down immediately.

When Muse asks for the datapad, Nightmare looks to Billy, if he indicates its ok then she will hand over the datapad to Muse.

She sighs heavily and looks wistfully at Muse,

If only we had this discussion earlier then maybe you wouldn't be so sparkly right now.

In reply to Nightmare (msg # 36):

To Billy: Yeah, yeah.  Fuck you very much for that.

JJ shifts and squirms a bit.

This Omega getup pinches... not enough room in the crotch.  Oh, sorry Billy-Boy, you probably didn't notice.

When (or if) the elevator opens again, JJ will follow cautiously.

Seriously, how do they stand these things?  I'm pretty sure if I fart in here it won't be able to get past the belt.

In reply to Batallion (msg # 37):

"Taking Percy," Muse replies to Nightmare, rubbing his glitter-strewn forehead and smiling, "Was my way of getting you to demonstrate your powers."

"The sparkles will be useful in convincing the Doctor I'm on her side. I mean, just look at what you've done to me, you little monster," He continues, equal parts playful and respectful.

Billy nods for Nightmare to hand over the pad before looking at Batallion over his shoulder, "Sorry, didn't realise you enjoyed being called names that much.  Try thinking of baseball or cold showers or something, I'm sure it'll go away."

In reply to Billy Laser Fist (msg # 39):

JJ grumbles... but can't think of a good comeback fast enough.

In reply to Batallion (msg # 40):

The elevator opens again after a brief delay, and is sufficiently wide for the entire group to enter in one go, if desired.

Billy is quick to enter the elevator this time, and holds the door open button until the rest of the group is onboard.

In reply to Billy Laser Fist (msg # 42):

Muse gives an "after you" to the others. He looks to see if Nightmare appears properly restrained. "All right, fellas, get the bullshit out of your systems, because once we get down there, you're Omegas. I'll do the talking. Don't make a move on Olsen until I do. But be ready to jump."
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In reply to Muse (msg # 43):

The group files into the elevator in a relatively orderly fashion. The doors slide shut, and the platform whisks them away to parts unknown.

As before, there is elevator music...though this time, the playlist is a bit more intense than what you're used to (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL-8rU8ltA4).

After almost a full minute, the platform comes to a stop and the doors slide open, giving you your first glimpse at the Depthcharge.

The initial impression is akin to entering a spaceship. The air is scrubbed and sterile, the floors and walls and ceilings all steel and chrome. Panels on the walls identify the varoius sectors and offer sparse directions to various other sections of the complex.

Tables, cubbies, lockers, and similar fixtures can be seen in Room C and Room D (likely, these are also present in Room B and Room E, as well). Maps, charts, scientific posters, and digital whiteboards line the walls, and several scientists can be seen walking around. They pay you little notice, going about their business with a spring in their step that belies a united purpose.

Dr. Olsen stands a few meters away from the shaft, hands clasped behind her back. She smiles, nodding with satisfaction.

"Excellent work, Muse," she says, reaching out her hand for the datapad. "And welcome back, little one. I'm glad you decided to join us, after all. I think you'll come to like it here."


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In reply to The Watcher (msg # 44):

Laser Eyes.

Nightmare holds her chin high back stiff.

So this is the facility you wanted to bring me to?  Much better than the little crappy lab thing we had our first peer review of your research. 

In reply to Nightmare (msg # 45):

"Oh, you don't now the half of it," Dr. Olsen says. "This facility is a scientist's dream come true. We couldn't have fit even a fifth of the equipment here into the ship's lab."

She waits for Muse to hand her the datapad (or not) before continuing.

In reply to Denise Olsen (msg # 46):

From somewhere in the elevator, you hear the faint stirrings of chains rattling.

In reply to The Watcher (msg # 47):

"Doctor Olsen. I want to return your research."

Beneath his helmet -- out of view -- an eerie, purple hue shoots across the surface of Muse's skin. The helmet viewport slides open.

"However, the Omegas have gone through considerable trouble to get it. Respect requires that you answer some questions for them. Come up with us. I'll give you the datapad in the elevator."

In reply to Muse (msg # 48):

The doctor frowns slightly.

"What sort of questions might you have," she says, turning toward the 'Omegas'. "That can't be asked and answered face-to-face?"

She cocks her head to one side.

"I'm happy to help, gentlemen, but there's a lot to be done right now. I'm grateful for your assistance in recovering the data, but now we must move on to swiftly recovering from the terrorist's brazen attacks on our ship, our facility, and our personnel. The first step was recovering the stolen data and enlisting the aid of our friend here."

Dr. Olsen nods at Rebecca.

"The next steps involve getting medical help for the people this Laser Fist has hurt. Repairing the equipment and facilities he has damaged. And finally, figuring out his motives so as to ensure whatever long-term plot he's pursuing invariably fails."

She puts a hand on her hip.

"I've already agreed to provide a formal debriefing at our earliest convenience, and to submit to an embarrassing psychiatric evaluation. But those will have to wait until after the emergency has passed."

Dr. Olsen returns her attention to Muse.

"You of all people should understand that. Please return the datapad. Once it's under lock and key, we can allay whatever your most pressing concerns are while we work toward securing this facility against its enemies."
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In reply to Denise Olsen (msg # 49):

"Omega" Battalion shifts a bit.

He clearly WANTS to say something but is able to restrain himself, against all odds.

In reply to Denise Olsen (msg # 49):

"Doctor, you don't set the agenda for this base. I do. Debriefing happens now. Cooperate, get your research back, and maybe the psych evaluation doesn't happen at all. I've thrown in for you a lot already today. Where are we keeping Nightmare?"

Muse looks at the doctor. The viewport to his helmet slides shut.
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In reply to Muse (msg # 51):

She sneers and rolls her eyes when Olson mentions terrorists.  You hear her muttering

I was a Law enforcement agent following orders.

When she mentions Billy's plan she bursts out

Laser Fist's plan failed already!  If the idiot ever had one.  He ran off and left me holding the bag.  Him and the clone army are probably doing....

she pauses searching for the proper invective.

Whatever it is brotastic imbeciles like them do and left me here to await their return... if they decide to grace me with their presence.

The last is dripping in sarcasm and accompanied by a half bow.

I was left with the choice to cooperate or play hide and seek with you and the Omegas for the next few months.  I will not apologize for my actions; I followed protocol both legal and moral, but I will say it was always my intention to return your data fully intact.  I hope you believe that.