The Deep Dark Abyss [IC]
"Engineering reports sixty percent completion, ma'am. Six minutes."
"Uh, yeah this is Sector Four. All systems green, we're all clear on this end, over."
"Affirmative, Sector Four, stand by. Over. Sector Eight, status report."
"Just finishing up here, securing payloads now, two minutes, over."
"Ma'am, we're lagging a bit here. A bit of a salt jam, give us three minutes and we'll be green."
Alexis looked over the bridge, listening as all of the status reports came in one by one. She watched the other people maneuvering around the very active bridge, people running file reports to other stations and others reporting to their stations. The captain leaned on the guard rails of the CIC platform as she paid attention. Her white uniform with navy blue stripes on her shoulders stuck out from the rest of the crew. She wore a silver lanyard which ran from her right shoulder into her tunic's left breast pocket. On her tunic's right breast was a row of medals, eighteen of them to be precise. Each of the medals detailing her devotion and dedicated service to the ADS. "Get me a status report from Medical." Alexis ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." one of the crew responded before turning and speaking into his mic, "Medical, status report."
"We're all done up here, ready to get the hell out of port when you are."
The crew member chuckled and looked back to Alexis, "Captain, Medical is ready."
Alexis nodded to the man and looked forward, out past the bridge's nano-shield and into the dark waters. What wasn't pitch black was lit up by bright red lights lined up in a straight path to guide the Poseidon out. She took a deep breath, anxious to finally take the finest submarine Arcturus Theta has known to the deepest depths of the planet. "How are our escorts doing?"
"Frigates Naginata, Trident, Tsunami and Hammerhead are all green, ma'am. The Destroyer, Kraken, is also green."
Alexis smiled to the adjutant, "Great, carry on." she then looked to her comms officer, "Put me on the line with Captain Arcov."
Her comms officer nodded and went to work.
After a short wait, the main screen in front of the nano-shield lit up with the face of a grizzled looking veteran. He had a scar running down his face but it didn't take away from his proud demeanor. "Comrade Marquis, to who do I owe the pleasure for your call?" his accent was Russian. Arcov was a Terran man who became a late colonist, joining the ADS shortly after his arrival.
Alexis smirked, "You can thank my comms officer." she gestured a hand to him. Arcov looked down, chuckling as he tilted his head in respect to the man. He then looked back to Alexis.
"So, I assume we're on screen to talk business?" Arcov asked.
Alexis nodded, "The Poseidon is almost ready for departure, captain. Bring the Kraken out nice and slow. We'll bring her out behind you and have the frigates move in after us."
Arcov looked away from the screen to his crew, giving some orders. He then looked back to the screen, "Affirmative, Captain Marquis. We're bringing her out now."
Alexis nodded as she shut down the commlink. She then sat back in her captain's seat, looking over the entirety of the bridge. Waiting. Four minutes later, though it felt like forever, her adjutant spoke up, "Ma'am, the Poseidon is clear for departure. All systems on all levels and sectors are operational."
She stood up again, leaning back on the guard rail. Alexis looked down to the helmsman, "Greylark, take her out. Nice and steady." she nodded and then pressed a button on her command console. "Crew, this is Captain Alexis Marquis, as of now we are beginning our departure from Pacific Base. Our vessel, the Poseidon, is tasked with exploring the Veiled Abyss. We all know the treachery of Arcturus Theta's depths, and I expect there to be more in the chasm. But our crew consists of the best humanity has to offer. When we return, our names will be etched into Arcturus Theta's history forever! I see nothing but smiles and joy on the bridge, so I expect it to be everywhere else as well. Ladies and Gentlemen of Poseidon, I congratulate you all, you're making history. Marquis out." with that, she pressed the button again.
Outside of the ship, lights began turning on along the hull. The whole frame of the ship illuminated together. The name of the ship put on display on each side of its massive hull. The lights from the many windows shining outward. Spotlights lining the hull pointed outward into the darkness, illuminating the seabed and a pack razor shrimp feeding off the carcass of a dead nipray fish. The massive structure of Pacific Base's platform came into view as well. Looking up, the huge orange glow of the nano-shield dome could be seen encompassing the Manhattan sized city within.
Alexis sat back into her seat and watched as the Poseidon, largest submarine on Arcturus Theta, traveled forward slowly but surely out of Pacific Base's port.
Sub-fighter hangar three was buzzing with activity. Maintenance crews darted about the large hangar a midst the sleek outlines of the subs, going about their pre-embarkment tasks. To an onlooker it would look like chaos but each man knew their job.
Jeck was sauntering through the middle of the hustle and bustle without any real purpose, chewing gum. As a squadron leader he should of been overseeing the action's of his squadron's hangar crew but instead he chose to allow them some form of autonomy. From his experience as a member of hangar crew, he had hated his CO breathing over his shoulder for what seemed like the whole time. Plus, he had great faith in the men, he had worked alongside them before. Instead, Jeck decided that he would take a leisurely stroll up to an observation deck to watch the Poseidon's departure. No doubt this would be the last of the surface he'd see for a while.
Two of Jeck's wing-mates followed close behind. Darren was quite a bit older than Jeck and more experienced too. Jeck could tell that he resented the younger man being in Command but the in the short time they had known each other they had formed a close friendship, particularly off duty.
The other was a longtime friend and wing-mate, Marcel. Marcel and Jeck had known each other since before they joined the ADS. They met outside a small dive bar when Marcel stepped into stop Jeck getting his ass kicked by a bunch of guys he had managed to piss off. The two had stuck by each other after that, both from similar backgrounds, both with the same problems. Only, after ADS boot camp and the assigning of specializations did they part ways. Marcel became a pilot, Jeck a Mechanic. As soon as Jeck had reached squadron leader, he immediately requested that Marcel would be transferred to his unit.
Just as they exited the hangar and entered a long corridor, the din of the hangar was replaced by a voice over the Poseidon's loudspeaker. The captain was addressing the crew.
"...Our crew consists of the of the best humanity has to offer.." Jeck smirked and looked at Marcel.
"What're you doing here then?" he joked.
Jeck's smirk changed to a grin and even Darren smiled.
"Could ask you the same thing." retorted Marcel as they continued down the corridor just as the captain finished
They climbed a short stairwell to the deck above. This deck's corridor was lined with windows looking out into the deep depths of the ocean. The City's Shield contrasted beautifully with the murky blue of the water.
The trio joined the growing crowd of non-essential personnel and shared in the view.
Deep within the bowels of the massive Poseidon, the miner barracks were silent as the shuttle lurched into the Great Unknown. Men and women sat in pained silence as they watched one another expectantly; the four companies' representatives at an uneasy truce. A jointly-funded effort, but everyone had their orders.
The Combine 'Drillers' had claimed a fortified position near the back of the maintenance pipes should things go south, while the Crystaltek 'Gatherers' sat huddled near the sea-floor hatch hoping to be the first on the ground if anything were detected. The Evangelist 'Deep Ones' had possibly the most dangerous holdings, a makeshift shrine near the portholes praying to catch a glimpse of their God. Finally, Ariake had sent along with Cyrun a handful of expendables so as to keep up appearances. Refusing to confer the title of his former crew, Cyrun chose instead 'The Fodder' for his companions. Making a claim near the dumbwaiter of a lift to the North of the ship, Cyrun would be able to make a quick escape if needed as well as cut off anyone else trying to do so.
All eyes turned upward as the intercom roared to life, relaying the Captain's message. "We all know the treachery of Arcturus Theta's depths, and I expect there to be more in the chasm. But our crew consists of the best humanity has to offer." Eyes darted around the room once more. Treachery indeed.
As the intercom fell silent once more, the Deep Ones were the first to resume their duties; chanting prayers of strength and protection from the Mighty Leviathan. The beeping from the Gatherer's machinery drew their attention as well, adding more noise to the cacophony. The Driller Commander began barking orders at his subordinates and they once again disappeared behind the network of maintenance pipes.
Rising from his cot at last, Cyrun turned to one of the Fodder, a skittish young man with wild eyes and a shock of blonde hair. "You. If they blast through you idiots and take this lift while I'm gone, I will kill you. Again." Mentally adjusting his voice modulator to include a venomous hiss, Cyrun laughed menacingly to himself. "I can rebuild you. I have the technology."
As the young man's eyes grew wide, Cyrun pushed passed him and entered the elevator, hoping to scout out the upper decks. Changing the modulator to a more passive tone, Cyrun adopted his decoy persona 'Molar', a dimwitted digger good with a nova-drill.
"Third Floor: Perfume. Lingerie. Mass Murder."
Morgan Greylark was about to make history, he was on the bridge of the largest ship to ever grace the depths of Arcturus Theta, and he was the helmsman. The day hadn’t started off well, he had cut himself before shaving, had to skip breakfast because he woke up so late, and even still had shown up with three minutes on the clock. That said, he was here, when people researched this moment a thousand years from now they would know that Morgan Isaac Greylark had been at the helm of the Poseidon, they would have a charming picture next to his name and a little synopsis of his life events, they would compare his appearance to that of popular twenty-first century actor Christian Bale. He would be remembered. Unless he did something silly like crash into the sea floor, it was a distinct possibility, he had never handled a ship this large and didn’t know quite how she reacted yet. Of course he had gone through all the simulations a thousand times and succeeded every single one, but reality was a little different from a simulation, and so he was understandably nervous.
"Greylark, take her out. Nice and steady." The Captain barked, well she might not have barked it but in his nervous state it felt like she had and he was nearly startled out of his skin, but he calmed quickly and responded.
“Aye, Captain. Nice and steady,” he stated in a calm and confident tone, repeating the orders aloud so it was clear he understood, just they told you in training. Then he set his hands to the controls and the Poseidon gently lurched forward from its docking platform, all of the docking clamps had been released and she was floating on her own now, at least as much as something weighing in at over 100 tons could be said to float, out into the abyss.
Linch stared out the window, cheek pressed against the soft padding of his palm. The cab was close to the dock now... another few months aboard a ship... another few months handing out band aids and fixing broken limbs. He could tell he was almost there, the crates...grease, sparks... the sound of welding and machinery was all too familiar.
" Look, all im saying is that there is no need to overwork yourself... i mean, we agreed that you were set after Vetox, didnt we? ... Hey, are you even listening to me? That could be a symptom, i can send pull papers you know, its in my power to do that " Rambled Linch's doctor, a former associate who was moved into more of a biological field. " Normal people go on vacations you know... "
The cab arrived. Linch sighed as he went to reach for his duffel bag, the doctor stopping him in his tracks as his foot was already out the door.
" Maybe il meet some of those .. Normal People.. on this boat. " Linch said as he tightened his grip on the bag. " Besides, they pay will be nice and the good life was never for me anyway "
The man placed his hand on his forehead in frustration, knowing from experience this stubborn bastard wasn't going to change his mind. Before more could be said, the door shut and a faint * Funds transferred, have a good day Mr. Steinbok * followed.
He showed up just in time, by the looks of things the last preparations for departure were just about finished. Good, he hated waiting for ships to take off anyway. Linch walked towards the side entrance, making his way past all the rush and commotion everyone seemed to be caught up in. The metal pieces on his jacket and the belts on his duffel bag highlighted his footsteps as he approached the entrance. A man with a thick, gray trench coat approached him with an extended hand, naturally he extended his in return.
" You must be Linch " he began as they shook hands. " All the medical equipment has been checked, the reports have been sent and we are ready to go. My name is Mike, i will be your assistant on this missions " following his little speech he rocked on the balls of his feet and moved his hands behind his back, perhaps trying to make a good first impression on his next reference. " Let me show you to your working quarters "
" Well met " he answered, stepping inside the hull, taking in a deep breath of the smell he will have to get used to. His eyes wondered up and down the long hallways of the ship, casually following Mike he heard the PA system come on. Captains voice echoed through the hallways as Mike lead him to a door market with a red cross symbol and took off. He put his key-card into the lock and the door slid open, the medical area was ment to combine his private quarters with his work center... it was smaller than the average operating rooms, but he preferred it like anyways... Cozy and if anyone needed him noone would need to look twice. He dropped his bag beside his bed and sat down, as he unzipped the bag he pulled out a picture frame and placed it on the nightstand. The picture was on a digital display, it was a picture of a couple sitting at the far end of an observatory looking down at the Earth's surface, there is no writing, no marked date and no further detail. Next he took out a bottle of water and pushed the bag under his bed, standing up to go to his door. As it opened, he stood leaning in the door frame. Watching the people go walking from side to side going on about their duties, spirits lifted from the Captains speech.
He saw a man wearing a rugged, navy blue uniform approach with holographic clipboard, already knowing where this was going he stood straight and reached out for the pen. " Assuming everything was done without a problem? " he signed on the clipboard and handed it back to the man. He nodded " Delivered on time, software and hardware running smoothly. Its a fully functioning piece of dive armor that shouldn't fail ya. And if does, it isn't our fault " the man attempted at a joke, smiling and was about to break into a small chuckle, but couldn't seem to spark a reaction out of Linch. After a moment of awkward silence the delivery worker simply took his things and left along his business... Linch took a sip of his water, watching him leave and stood back inside his room.
Alexis sat back in her seat, getting comfortable for once as she stared out into the blackness of the depths. As the ship left port, all anybody could see were the signal lights of the ADS escort ships and what little was illuminated by the spotlights. She closed her eyes, listening to the radio chatter and reports being thrown back and forth about the bridge. She remained sitting in the command seat for quite some time, staring out into the nothingness ahead. Alexis hadn't been keeping track of the time, she thought it was only five or so minutes she had sat there when in reality it had been thirty minutes. Her second in command, Lieutenant Denton, did the work.
Denton was a good friend of Alexis, he had trained alongside her years back. He knew the work she had put into the Poseidon project as of late to get it going. So he knew not to bother her when she took the moment to relax. Alexis looked over to him as she stood from her seat, "I see you've got things handled, Denton. I'm going to inspect the crew."
As Alexis left the bridge, Denton chuckled to himself, he knew that was her way of taking an unofficial break. But, in his opinion, she deserved it. Denton turned to Alexis's adjutant, "How long until we've reached the Abyss?"
"Eight hours, Lieutenant." the adjutant replied.
Denton nodded and turned to Greylark, "Helmsmen, maintain heading."
Alexis let out a long breath as she walked down the hallways of the Poseidon. As she passed, crew members stood at attention and saluted her before going back to their business. Alexis continued on her way, taking the odd glance at the passing crew. As she reached the elevator, she swiped her access card to tell the elevator of a priority pickup. Whichever floor the elevator was at, its next stop would be to pick up Alexis. She waited, her hands holding each other behind her back while she did. When the elevator arrived, she laid eyes on the single crewman inside. A heavily augmented one at that. Alexis stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for hangar three. She took a side glance at Cyrun. "On your break?" she asked to fill the silence, she shrugged, "Same."
The elevator soon made its priority stop at Hangar Three. Alexis looked back over to Cyrun, "The bar is on deck nine. Good spot to take a break." she nodded and headed out of the elevator. She had a very off feeling about the man, like he wasn't supposed to be there. She thought that maybe her anxiousness to keep the Poseidon intact gave her that feeling. As the elevator closed, she looked over her shoulder to catch a glance at the cybernetic man. 'Shit...' she thought, 'Guy looks like he's killed a man...' Alexis shook her head and headed toward a smaller, separate hangar.
Once Alexis passed through the door, she saw a group of three technicians. Each of them were lollygagging, sitting and leaning against a sub-fighter. She grinned, "Even when you're commanding officer is in the room, you still take it easy, huh, Locke?"
Locke, one of the technicians, looked over after hearing the voice and saw Alexis there with her hands behind her back. His eyes went wide, "Room!" he called as he slid off the wind of the sub-fighter. The three went to attention immediately.
Alexis chuckled, "Relax, I'm not here to scrutinize. Just checking on this." she pointed at the sub-fighter.
The fighter was a prototype model, the first of its kind. It had been tasked with the Poseidon for field testing. The design was very sleek, taking the current Mk. III SF's design and building upon that. Anything that wasn't needed was stripped off. The armored frame was really bare, not even a coat of paint marred the metallic surface. Locke smiled, "Well, Captain." he began with a somewhat smug tone, "The Mk. IV here is a damn beaut if you ask me. No more visual flight only, this baby has SFR, Sonar Flight Reference. Now you can see in the pitch darkness using SONAR pings, no more surprises. And! Unlike the Mk. III, this SF carries not one, but two! Gauss cannons, as well as the standard four missile hard points." Locke said as though he were some sort of car dealer.
Alexis had her arms crossed as she looked over the SF, "Nice, Locke." she grinned.
Locke tapped his head, "Hey, I just put it together. Thank R&D back at Pacific Base for the designs."
Alexis shrugged, "Exactly, you put it together. Thank you." with that, Alexis climbed up onto the fighter and sat down in the cockpit, looking around.
"Lower the canopy, will you, Locke?"
Locke nodded and raised his forearm, a holographic display appearing around it. After pressing a few buttons, the canopy slid over Alexis. She looked over to him, "Sonar?"
Locke blinked for a moment, trying to piece together her muffled out words. After cluing in, he nodded and pressed some more buttons on his holographic display. The canopy dimmed, to Alexis, it looked as though she was outside in the open waters. The sonar raised out from the top of the fighter and started emitting pulses. Alexis could see the outlines of the room and the three technicians. She nodded and smiled and nodded before opening the canopy and looking to him, "I like it! Have this thing put through its paces, Waverider Squadron should do. Report back to me after the field tests." she hopped out.
Locke saluted, "Yes, ma'am."
With that, Alexis left the small, one fighter, hangar.
The elevator ascended through the ship, Cyrun reviewed his targets for the thousandth time since he'd been assigned this job.The hangar and med bay were obvious priority as they would cripple resistance and pursuit forces, but would also be the most heavily trafficked. The manufacturing plant and housing chambers were next as they could stem a resurgence of forces but served no debilitating damage on their own. Last and certainly least was the casual level. While attacking that floor would not only be of no tactical merit, loose lipped drunks were good for gathering intelligence. Besides, even cyborgs need a drink every now and then.
Chuckling to himself, Cyrun had failed to notice the lift had went beyond its destination. Only when the doors opened and a ghost stood before him that panic set in.
No, not a ghost. The eyes were different. Marcella's had green eyes...didn't she? It was hard to recall, he hadn't seen her since the Salvagers were wiped out. They had been close once. Slept together a few times, but he was still her commanding officer. She understood that...she did. She did.
Falling from his thoughts, Cyrun noticed the woman for what she was: a very decorated ADS officer and no doubt a future thorn in his side. Her attempts at small talk were met with silence as Cyrun set about retracting the mechanical plating on his hand, leaving only a spindly skeleton.
Moving nimbly just before the doors opened again, Cyrun snatched the Officer's key card as she past. As the doors past, he made note of which floor they were on.
"Hangar? She must be a Dive Comman-shit." Turning the key card over in his now-reformed hand, Cyrun read the holographic name rising from the chip. Alex Marquis. Captain Alexis Marquis. "Well now. This changes things." Adjusting his vocal modulator to a more passive tone, Molar stepped out into the Hangar.
"S'cuse me! S'cuse me, Miss? Miss, you seem to've dropped this!" Galumphing forward as though one leg were shorter than the other, Molar waved the key card above his head as he approached a single ship surrounded by three deckhands. The ship was a dastardly marvel, like a knife in its simple design.
"I should have known ADS would send experimental tech on this cruiseliner. Intel didn't say anything about this!" Making a mental note to return these specs to Ariake, Cyrun watched as the Captain climbed forth from cockpit and turned to leave, nearly colliding with him.
"Damn. You're pretty. The, the ship I mean. Not the big one we're, I mean that one. Not that you aren't of course! I just meant...here." Returning the keycard, Cyrun made mental approximates on the size of the hangar. Given the relatively small area and the size of the Posiedon, he seriously doubted this was the only one.
After spitting in his hand to smooth down what little hair he had, Molar presented it to the captain. "How d'you do? Name's Molar. Like, like a mole. I'm a miner , I probably should have said that before the joke." Making a show to look visibly upset at his ruined pun, Cyrun set about seeing what he could pry from a liquored up ADS Captain. subtly adjusting his vocal modulator to a more persuasive tone, Cyrun cast the die. "Say, I was just fixin' to get a drink before the lift stopped, and I seem to 'member you mentionin' a break. Care to join me?" A few suggestive eyebrow wiggles completed Cyrun's impromptu proposal.
It's been a while since he'd been on a date.
"Of course my good man. Where else?" Jeck responded cheerfully. Marcel needn't even of asked, the answer was always the same.
The two walked briskly along another corridor, heading towards the dormitory section of the ship. Both being commissioned officers, they each had their own cabin instead of the shared bunk rooms of the lower ranks and workers. The cabins were not exactly luxurious but it provided some private space and even had their own wash facilities and entertainment system.
They reached Jeck's cabin first: Cabin 201. "Okay, be in the bar in 15 minutes..." he shouted after Marcel who had continued walking towards his own cabin. "Oh and grab some of the other lads and get them up there."
"Will do, LT" Marcel shouted back.
Jeck flipped out his key-card and slid it down the small console on the left-hand side of the door. The holographic display blinked green and a computerized voice spoke. "Welcome back" The door slid open with a faint hiss and revealed the cabin beyond.
He had already been to his room and moved his belongings in, having been on the ship for several days now overseeing the loading of his squadron's equipment and the support staff.
"Home sweet home" he mused, although if he could help it he wouldn't be spending much time in here.
The cabin was small and cramped but good positioning of the furniture made the space usable. His bunk was built into an alcove of the far wall with storage space above. A wardrobe too was built into the right wall flanked by a small desk. The desk had a computer terminal for Jeck's personal use. There was an even smaller room joined on the left by an arch. It housed the sink and shower with only enough space for a single man to stand. He had yet to add any personal touches to the room but that would come in time.
Jeck quickly changed out of his uniform into something more casual. Whilst not quite wearing civvies he now wore a long sleeved, navy, blue military shirt which had his squadron's emblem emblazoned on his right shoulder over a band of grey. His left shoulder showed his rank as a Lieutenant, his status as a pilot and his commendations. The little surfer riding a foaming crest to represent Waverider squadron. His sleeves were folded up to the elbows whilst still maintaining a formal neatness. He also wore a pair of unremarkable navy blue trousers which ended at his jet black shoes, the toes of which, were so shiny you could see your face in them. To top it off, he wore his standard ADS beret which, again, was navy blue with a silver ADS badge pinned to it.
He stood admiring himself in the washroom mirror, checking over the detail of his uniform. Even, going and getting drunk required the high standard of dress of the ADS. Especially as an officer. Furthermore, despite the joint nature of this project, there was still a fierce rivalry between the corporations themselves and with the Governmental forces. A clear ADS presence would hopefully mean less trouble. Of course there would still be trouble, there always was. Just to be on the safe side, he always carried his side arm.
It was a small pistol which operated using gauss technology. Whilst only firing small calibre ammunition from a high capacity magazine it still packed a punch and was bristling with technology. One clever feature was the implementation of a fingerprint sensitive trigger mechanism so that only he could fire the weapon.
As applied the finishing touches to his uniform, Jeck nodded approvingly at himself before exiting his cabin and heading for the bar.
Rose Greylark, Bartender
The Bar, as it was referred to rather unimaginatively, was illuminated by soft fluorescent lights of various shades, some of which were changing colors, but the dominant two colors were blue and orange. What those lights illuminated were round grey tables filling a large room, with more private booths set into the walls and a stage in the back upon which a scantily clad young lady was singing a rather suggestive if not outright vulgar song to the applause of the men.
The voyage of the Poseidon had only just started, and already the bar was packed with what Rose deemed were corporate lackeys acting like corporate execs. They were all celebrating the beginning of their important business ventures which they assured the waitresses would be making them copious sums of money. As she stood behind the bar mixing drinks on its gently glowing surface Rose hoped they weren’t that stupid, but then again, they clearly weren’t rocket scientists. Or should it be marine engineers? Either way everyone was getting drunk which meant she was making money tonight. She slid a drink down the bar to a rather fastidious looking man in a suit and hat who slid the money back to her before tipping his hat and going to enjoy the drink with his friends. That left no one at the bar right that moment, so she cracked her neck and leaned against the wall next to racks and racks of different liquors ranging from dirt cheap to worth a bionic arm and leg. She was dressed simply, a short black skirt under which she hid a rather sharp knife, knee high black leather boots, and a white tank top which kind of threw off the rest of the outfit in a way she liked.
Just as she began thinking she might get a whole three minutes out of this lull a group of ADS crewmen walked in, she cursed her luck and got ready to start handing out drinks again.
The mood of being on another ship mission finally set in, he watched as all the crew headed in pretty much the same direction. They seemed young, enthusiastic and eager to get this mission on the go... All the qualities he just could not seem to find in himself, lowering his head after the last sip of his drink he turned into the isolation of his quarters and closed the door behind himself. All the noise being on the other side of that wall made him even more comfortable where he was, if he went to the bar with the others someone would eventually want to start a conversation and who has the energy for those... He started going over his gear. All his scalpels were placed together on a tray in a descending size order, his boxes of basic replacement parts were arranged by manufacturer and release date, the closet like compartment had a few standard issue organs and ligament jell shelves and the rest of the stuff he didnt consider that important he put near the first aid kits. He then proceeded to dust and sterilize the entire place until it was to his liking, Linch had never considered himself a clean freak though, it is his way of making the time pass.
By now, everything that could possibly be needed to be done in the medical area was done, he put on his black jacket with an attached patch on his right shoulder of the usual red cross medical symbol and headed out the door. The corridors were quieter than usual. He walked with a slight limp, chin up high, looking slightly to the side to see if he could catch anything interesting in the increasing darkness of the surrounding waters. If anyone waved or tried to greet him he would simply nod with a forced smile, out of politeness. He thought he would get the hardest part of his job out of the way first, the introduction... so he made his way over to the head of the ship.
As he entered, he saw the usual. The navigators, the radar operators, Communication officers... so on. However the captain, or at least the one he was given a picture of was not around. Craving a better view than an empty chair, after a moment of hesitation, he stepped out.
" Doctor Steinbok, please make your way to the medical station " an automated voice sounded over the PA.
" Already? ... " he thought to himself, impressed as this ship came close to beating his the last ships record of 2 hours before a single injury. He began to walk back to where he came from.
As he approached the Med station he saw a man leaning against the door, he didn't seem too badly hurt, but he was sweating and he could tell he had some problem, small or big. Motioning to take a step inside as he opened the door he walked over to change from his military jacket to his doctors trench. " So, what seems to be the problem " he began with the most used line by all doctors.
" Im one of the electricians... was just monitoring some circuits and SNAP! " he smirked, " My arm started glitching and freaking out, like a... like an eel on steroids " the Electrician proceeded to chuckle under his breath, but the doctor didnt find humor in his misery.
" Lets see " he extended his arm, looking over it. Because it didnt keep twitching ment that it had surge control monitoring systems, which means it was an upgrade made for the industrial working class.
" Whats the make? Shida or Entek? "
" Entek " the man answered.
Giving a reassuring nod to himself he went to get out some of his tools, he spoke as he did so, with his back still to the man " Never did read the manual, did you? " He took out the box with the Entek Logo on it and took out a specilized screw driver looking device and something that looked like a chip.
" N- not really. How did you know? " he smirked, scratching his head with the still capable arm.
" Industrial versions of your make have a standard surge protection chip that disables the whole piece at the event of you doing, pretty much exactly what you did. " he walked over and took hold of his arm again, placing the screw driver in a perfectly fitting spot just on the other side of his elbow. " You should get yourself some replacement chips, unless you want to keep bumming off the medics. " he twisted the scre driver, revealing the fried chip. He replaced it and twisted the screw driver the other way, making the new chip insert itself into the arm " But hey, it comes out of your paycheck ". The electrician saw it was a joke, but began to dimm his laughter after seeing a more bland reaction from the doctor. Linch took out a holographic notepad, singing a few things and pressed ' Send ' " Have a good day, come back if it happens again, or if you have other medical related issues. "
The electrician then made his way out, testing out his arm but was a bit confused by the doctors behavior.