Thirteen nods then follows Skyrah to the medbay. Logically that is where the doctor would be found.

"Metaphorically. He tended to treat me like a daughter. I always hung around him, and my mother. I have a picture of them." Skyrah explained carefully. "Most of us were only allowed to maintain a relationship with our mothers. Never knew our fathers, or even had a father figure in most cases. I do not know why I was treated differant in that case. It might be because of my art or music, he always complimented me on it. Even brought me more music to learn now and then." It is obvious she was speculating on her relationship with the doctor, and did not really know.

She waited for Lieutenant Cerise to process that, before she would continue on to the actual report. Just in case she had more questions.

"I see, ok, I guess that makes sense. You must understand, I do not know anything about you or any of Dr. Ikari's children. Even those who were assigned to my command. I am pretty well versed in how human society and interpersonal relationships work, however, it seems this is unprecedented; I did not know if you were all clones or genetically modified, or simply underwent an intensive special training regime. It is my understanding that the norm for your species is that they are typically only considered fully ready for adult-like activities, such as the military, when they are at or around 18 Earth years of age. There is considerable historical variation in that age, but it seems around the 20th century C.E. 17 to 18 became the world-wide defacto standard. Probably due to the considerable social influence of several world powers at that time.
Probably it would be wise to explore the physical and psychological implications of this later, however. For now, let's move on to your report."

In reply to Cerise (msg # 206):

Skyrah considers for a moment.

"Im not surprised - with a large military force such as the Expeditionary Force of yours, communiques can get lost. As to that woman's exasperating behavior, lets just say we did not see eye to eye on approaching your group when we first arrived."

"She was weak, clearly she couldn't take this life" She looked around "The situation here looks pretty bleak your ships not going to be flying any time soon right?" She said looking around.

"From my perspective I know of no orders regarding elimination of any friendlies, nor, as a matter of fact, do I even have any proof that such orders ever existed; Thirteen will be treated as a member of our expedition, much like the Perytonian. As such he will be expected to follow orders. Our only recourse, with both of them, however, is abandonment. If they refuse to follow orders, they will need to be left behind, at least temporarily. I would prefer not to come to that eventuality.
I think you should fly the Alpha that is stuck int he mud, at least until  Ms. Murphy is battle ready again. Cerise looks at the unconscious woman on the medical bed. I would like to fold you into Wraith squadron, reporting to Lt Kaarle "Kchek" Cherkovski. Please take it easy on him; he has just taken command of the squad, due to the loss of the squad commander in the recent battle with the Invid. The remainder should fold into Banshee squadron reporting to Lt Miriana 'Taranis' Thakun, as that is our ground-based squad. For now Lt Thakun is devoting all of her focus on repairing the Vulture, so Mr Korvan is handling the minutae for the moment.
If Thirteen doesn't remember what his skills are, is there any evidence to suggest that he even retains those skills? If not, it would probably be wise for him to remain a passenger. If there is, then perhaps if we put him in the cockpits of the various available mecha, one will feel familiar to him."
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"Naked boy found in pod... sure let's welcome him with open arms." She said gruffly looking around at the others "We going to wait here till we get nuked by the bugs or are we going to start kicking arse again?"

  When Helen asked if she should assist in the digging up the veritech, Korvan replies to her; Yes Private we could use your assistance digging out that veritech.


  As Korvan supervises the Marines he continues his talk with Severian; "Well Severian, I cannot say I fully blame you in not wanting to follow orders from a child, however I do believe Lt. Cerise will expect you to be able to be part of team, which means you will need to follow orders. So what is gonna make it so we do not have issues with future situations. I can see you can bring a lot to our team."

  when Helen speaks up while digging up the Veritech with the other marines, several of them stop digging, "what do you mean? Are you saying that the kid is a Hostile alien?"

"Understood, holding position for now over..."He says to Cerise over comms.

Iphigenia just finished making her rounds when Lt. Cerise walked into the med bay with someone she didn't recognize and asked her if she could leave the room for a few minutes.

Iphigenia grabbed her go med bag and walked outside to find a strange boy standing in front of her, he told her that they all called him thirteen and that he was to get medically cleared, before he went any further.

Iphigenia preformed all of the necessary medical tests and drew some blood just in case something else was going on with the boy. From what she could tell he was physically, perfectly fit. She would know more however, once she was able to process the blood that she had drawn.

She knocks on her own med bay, feeling a bit weird and out of place for doing so, and asks Lt. Cerise while walking into the med bay without the Lt. giving her an answer first, knowing the sooner the blood is tested the better."would it be alright for me to check on Murphy's vitals, and to start processing the blood work for the boy?"

Thirteen arrived at the medbay and looked around cautiously. The moment that he saw a needle come in his direction he took a defensive stance and gave the person holding it a fearsome look. It was not until he was convinced that there was nothing in the needle that he allowed the bloodwork to take place.

  Michelle Smiles to herself as she hears Kaarle's reply. she then replies back with her normal confidence.
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  Thirteen fear show visibly with the needle but the blood work will take time to get its results.


  Time skipping ahead by one hour.

  As the group go about their task, the two pilots notice the Scorpion Command carrier and the Invid begin to move away from the base. They are forced to land and Kaarle radios the Vulture and informs them that the Invid are coming towards them.

  Sillia cannot keep count of the number of Invid troops surrounding the carrier. All she can do is sit there wide eyed and hope the Invid does not attack her friends.

  Cerise has everyone hide, nothing is even powered up. those in the Shuttle sit in the dark waiting for the all clear as there is no way the group could take the numbers on. And trying to get the Vulture into the air would just put it clearly in the Invids line of site. for those laying low in the swamps in just their armor watch as the red enforcers look around the site. After what seems like an eternity, they search the destroyed remains of Wraith squadron and the shock troopers which were destroyed in that fight. The Enforcers along with the other Invid move on as if searching for survivors. Only after a half hour of intense twisting stomachs (every PC feels this anxiety)can you each take a deep breath of relief.

  It is Sillia still hiding in her snipers position gives the all clear. Letting everyone know they are gone.

 Korvan sees to it that thirteen is geared up in a cyclone minutes after the Invid are gone. Making sure that everyone is ready to fight their way out just in case the Invid return.

After the all-clear is signaled, Cerise gets things rolling again. "Ok, everyone use a bit of caution here; be on the lookout for any stragglers, and no protoculture use without prior authorization; keep your cyclones on battery or turned off.

Kchek, Batgirl, and Reader, start slow, but do a widening patrol; we need to verify that there are no more Invid in the area before we begin any large scale effort; after your patrol, recon the base again; perhaps the Invid abandoned it entirely, and that would be good to know.

Severian; I need to speak with you."

Cerise then begins cautiously looking around, until she can find Severian. "I understand that your species is capable of something that resembles the magic of human myths and fairy tales. I think I need to know what sort of capabilities you have in that regard. Can you, for example, turn invisible? Create food and water from nothing? Heal the wounded or bring the dead back to life? Fly? Et cetera."


GM Note: Reader is assigned to Wraith squadron using Karma Murphy's Alpha.
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"Well, if I could do ALL THAT, I could have destroyed the invid that assaulted the base on my own", he says with a small laugh. "My ancestors could do all that you ask and more - thousands of years ago before the wars that scarred my world...Im sorry, I digress. One of the abilities you mentioned - invisibility - I am capable of...I can fool sight as well as mechanical sensors."

"That alone is pretty amazing. Is this the only spell you know? Must you do a ritual to perform it, or can you use this magic with a thought? Or something in between? My only familiarity with magic is from the history of the humans; every time I've heard of one of your kind, no detail has been given as to the specifics, simply that the," Cerise considers for a moment, obviously trying to think of the right word "um, 'wizard', did this or that.
My people's recollection is that your technology uses your magic, as opposed to protoculture. Is that correct? If so, then, while not a mech, your bike could be quite useful for scouting missions; does your skill-set, beyond being able to make yourself invisible, lend itself to such activities?
Assuming that we manage to return to civilization, I would be curious; do your people have records of your ancient past? And do they allow outsiders to study them? I really need to study up more on my fellow Sentinel races; I even have a Garudan in Banshee. I've heard they have mental powers, but I do not yet know what those powers may be."

Helen trudged over to where the mecha was stuck she looked around at the situation "That's going to be a bit of a bitch to get out." She said to herself she looked for the other two wondering how she could help.

Miriana had been on the bridge when the warning came in and, aware that it was far too late to power up her suit, simply laid low there to wait it out. There were no protoculture signatures active on the ship right now, and much as she had surmised earlier, the difference in technology would cause the Invid to consider the Vulture little more than a rock, something part of the natural terrain, until proven otherwise. It was good to keep in mind for future reference, during her time on the Thakun most Zentraedi fleets just began firing and stopped when one side had been vaporized. Due to their ferocity and sheer size, stealth had never been the Zentraedi's forte, and the inventiveness of developing other tactics strictly the domain of highly elite senior officers. Once Sillia gave the all clear, signaling that the Invid had left, she stood up as well.

- "Alright people, let's hop to it. We need to make a stress test, see if the engines will work on the emergency non-protoculture fuel supplies. I won't be seeing the same ship crash twice in a day."

She clapped her hands a few times before leading by example and running a diagnostic on the pressure in the fuel lines, using the electrical pumps to push air and blow any residue out the fuel lines. She kept checking air pressure readings to see if there was a leak somewhere. She'd rather find out now on the ground using compressed air than later in midair using flammable fuel.

Karma Murphy's Veritech is dug free.

  The system check show positive response to get the vulture up.
However the radar is down, communications is limited to short range and comes and goes with the slightest bumps. There is several unfound leaks in the hull.  So it is assumed they are on the underside which is still buried in dirt and mud.

   Watching her sensor panel carefully, Michelle's eyebrow rises when she hears Readers callsign. "hmmmm..."
  flipping her radio on to an open channel, "Roger Command, will take up a ever widening patrol with Kchek and Reader."

  she then flips over to the squadron's channel.


  with that she waits for Kchek to take the lead.

   After the Dust settles Korvan orders Both PFC Loup Phalen and PFC Josh Rogers to begin patrolling the immediate area surrounding the vulture with specific orders to make sure there is nothing hiding to pounce the group. The two take off and begin their patrol.

When Thirteen is shown his Cyclone he passes his hand carefully over it. His injury may have clouded his memory but it could not negate hard training. His instincts found this very familiar and after a moment he began to put his Cyclone armor on like someone who had practice doing so.

He began to stretch and throw some punches and kicks all to get used to wearing it once again.

Shyrah will cycle through all the checks as she powers up the Alpha and follows the others in Wraith squadron in a standard formation on thier patrols. Her voice finally comes over the communicator in the squadron channel.

"I and my fellow perytonians all know magic to some degree - the common perytonian knows only a spell or two - only I and my fellow Energy Wizards are true spell wielders. I will not bore you with the semantics of the how or why of our power...Only that my spells will prove useful - depending on the situation of course."

He cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

"I'm surprised to hear humans have stories of wizards. Ive only been around a handful of humans since leaving Peryton...It might be something id have to research when I have the time and resources."

"As to your other questions, I was trained by my elders in intelligence and knowledgeable on the Invid - the race, technology, world, and so forth. I was also shown interrogation techniques, salvage and making drugs for medicinal purposes - as well as a skilled public speaker...Among other things. As to studying my peoples history, much was lost in the wars - before the Invid, before even Zor visited our world."