New Frontier IC
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This was it. Barkely was sitting on his bed in his room. It was quite small, with a sleek white design with built in lights atop in the ceiling. A standard wooden door lead to the bathroom while another steel door lead outside into the hallway. He had gathered all of his belongings into a single pack on his bed. It wasn't much to look at, some food, water, a few electronics, and his gun. Nevertheless, he was excited, brimming with energy. The next shuttle to leave towards the new colony, Kanthor, he believe it was called, was due in another half hour. The ship was a bit large though, actually more like a space station than anything else, and he was eager. He scooped up the pack from off the bed, briskly walked through the door, and started running his way to the docking bay in a rather haphazard fashion.
After running into and apologizing to several staff members and tipping over the lunch cart for some diplomats, he managed to arrive at the docks with only 25 minutes to go. OK, so maybe he wasn't that far from the docks, or maybe he accidentally tripped more than one person he should have, but it was all for a good cause. He set himself on one of the benches and looked around for anyone else of interest. A large energy shield was situated on the far end of the station, allowing ships in and out, but keeping the internal atmosphere safely contained. Most of the shuttles were relatively large, some able to hold around 80 or so people. The one due in 25 minutes however was a smaller one, only holding about 25. The ship designs were from a variety of culture and races, stemming from sleek designs to bulky exteriors. A few gunships were also docked, but were not in service.
He whistled a tune and kept a look out for strangers.
Being that he had his own vessel, and he was very much interested in getting this whole ordeal over with, he had already landed at the landing site in Kanthor. The vessel was largely circular, just under the size of a very large house, it had to be. The main chamber had to be quite big to contain himself, 30 feet high and 30 feet across lengthwise and width wise. He himself wasn't exactly that size, but if your stuck in one spot for the majority of the time, you might as well make it spacious. The vessel also contained other facilities inside, such as the room containing the Psionic Extension Ray, and the small drone construction facility, in case his own drone was destroyed or damaged. He wasn't allowed to build more than just the one, nor did he have any interest in doing so. Less drones, less work.
A small hatched opened up in the ship, and a humanoid drone stepped out. It was obviously robotic, making no attempts to conceal that fact, and it would serve as an enforcer and as a representation of Dusk. The drone itself was a bit bulky, with standard manipulators modeled after human hands. Standard speakers were installed to establish contact if need be, although most likely only to be used for yelling at others. It stepped off towards the boundary of the landing site, and stood there, waiting for the next few inbound shuttles. Get everyone sorted out, and keep the peace. After that, it was to report to a commanding officer planet side for new orders.
Kanthor was situated near a forest, the leaves were all sorts of crazy colorful shades.
Vjnkk opened his eyes as a loud and steady droning noise filled his shuttle. He propped himself up on his rear arms, wiping at his eyes with one of his free hands and looked around, confused for a moment while he gathered his thoughts after being awakened so abruptly. The alarm, he thought, recognizing the noise at last. Finally, after nearly a solid minute of the alarm droning on, he stood up from his bed and made his way across the shuttle to where the clock built into the console of the cockpit was. He liked using clock as an alarm, less likely to wake up and then go back to sleep if he had to actually gt up to turn it off. Quickly he fiddled around with the glowing display, shutting off the alarm. Then he noticed the time and remembered why he'd set the alarm in the first place.
"Oh yeah," he said to himself, "I'm going down to the planet soon." Then his eyes brightened as the full weight of that set in. "I'm going down to the planet soon!" he laughed. He hurriedly got himself ready for the descent, getting dressed and donning his environmental suit; obviously excited to anyone who was able to read Utvnk facial expressions (no easy feat considering the race's lack of lips). By the time he was fully ready, he looked back at the clock and a sheepish expression overtook his face. "Hmmm. Maybe I was a bit over-excited," he mused to himself. He was ready and prepared to head down to the surface, but there was still over 20 minutes left until he was supposed to leave. He had been told to wait until a specific shuttle arrived, and then leave alongside it; the data necessary for the autopilot to take him to the colony site already having been uploaded into his shuttle computer. After he landed, he was supposed to ask to figure out where he should keep the shuttle that was, essentially, his house.
Vjnkk put his hands to his head in thought, tapping his fingers gently on the surface of his helmet. "I guess I'll go meet some of the other people," he said to himself. Making sure to note the time as displayed in the bottom of his visor, as well as when he would need to return to his shuttle. Then he made his way to the back of the shuttle, into the airlock that separated the exit from the rest of the vessel. He closed the door and began the process of cycling the atmosphere, first checking to make sure that the lights in the bottom of his visor were yellow, stating that there were no issues of any kind with the suits seals. Once it finished and the outer door opened, he made his way out into the hangar proper. Happily, he looked around for someone to talk to and kill some time.
A cold nose sniffed the air and whiskers twitched as the wind ran across them. Navia's tail twitched excitedly as she picked up a new scent. She dropped to all fours and sprinted through the forest to where the smell was the strongest. A small cave appeared in front of her. Sunlight sparkled off of precious stones within. But she didn't care about the precious metals. She was interested in the minerals. Navia extended her claws and clawed at the rock exposing the minerals beneath and scraping a large sample into a test tube. The liquid in the test tube turned bright orange. An undiscovered mineral! Would this be the one? The missing ingredient to the cure her race desperately needed? An alarm beeped on her watch. She was due for guard duty in 7 minutes. "Bast's tail...I've lost track of time again."
Navia placed the precious sample into a secure case and put the case into a pack she wore on her back. She dropped to all four's once again and began the short run back to the Colony. Her white-leopard spotted hair quivered as she ran, 3 times faster than any human. A flock of colorful birds took off into the sky as she lolloped past. For a moment Navia's feline instincts almost got the better of her but she pushed down the urge to chase after the birds and continued running. Within 10 minutes she had reached Kanthor. She rotated her hips, stood on two legs, and brushed the tangles out of her white hair. Her claws retracted back into normal nails and she began walking towards her post coughing as she went. Often when she ran so fast for extended periods of time her lungs would protest and make it difficult for her to breathe normally again. Her fits of coughing stopped by the time she reached the guard she was supposed to relieve. He was helping watch the landing zone.
"You're late again, Navia. That cold slowing you down?" Mat said with mock annoyance and a hint of worry. He was an older human who actually enjoyed guard duty, but he didn't know about the disease she suffered from. Navia smiled, revealing pearly white feline fangs. "Well, you're just the best damn guard on duty. Might as well leave you there longer than rest right?" She teased. Mat rolled his eyes and made his way to the mess hall. She took his place just in time to watch Dusk approach and stand stiffly at attention nearby. Navia had always found it fun to tease the robot. He was so much more different than organics. "Looks like you're gathering a bit of rust there, Dusk." She said in jest.
While whistling around, checking his watch, he noticed someone who he had never seen before. He quick activated his visor to search the database of known species. An image followed by a brief overview of the race flashed into view around his neck. Utvnk? They certainly looked interesting he thought. Four arms, some kind of suit, and through his visor six eyes. He shot up from his seat before realizing he could have, again, accidentally socked someone in the face, and winced at his possible mistake before proceeding to this new person. He approached the figure, and tried to pipe himself down and assume a more formal position, a task that for him, was no piece of cake.
"Hello? Are you boarding the shuttle in around 20 minutes?" He kept an arm behind his back where his hand fidgeted nervously. If he messed this up, he was going to gut himself.
At first when hearing Navia's tease he looked around, confused on where it first came from before recognizing her voice and finally spotting her. He wasn't quite sure on why she always seemed to tease him, but at least it was a sign that the front of being a drone was working. Perhaps the teasing came from some of his more negative reactions, or the fact that he was overly serious about certain topics. Ha, that was a thought, maybe she thought the drone had a programming error in it to always be over zealous about it's job?
"Is that supposed to mean something?" The wording may not have been the best choice, but he kept his tone flat as to avoid sparking any negative emotions. People could still get mad at a robot.
Lakus woke up slowly. Pulling himself groggily to a sitting position he rubbed one side of his head, it had been a long night of reading about the various flora and fauna that lay on the surface of the planet. Groaning he swung out of his bunk and on to the cold metallic floor. Standing he closed a few of the files that he had spent the better part of the last 'night' pouring over in an attempt to learn something new about this world. Picking them up he moved over to his foot locker to deposit them in their appropriate boxes and get dressed. As he dressed in his uniform, he checked the ammo state of his pistol and swung the holster so it sat just at the end of the left side of his ribcage. Holstering the pistol and the wickedly sharp blade on his right, he closed his locker he insured that he was on time and set out from his room.
As he walked he took a moment to view the planet that now lay below them. As he did so a feeling like someone had injected ice water into his brain started up, as this happened he felt the merge of consciousness begin, like two movies being overlapped, all a sign that the Symbiote had woken up. As he rubbed the side of his head a dry voice invaded his thoughts "So you have dragged us all the way out here for this? I hope it was worth it. Lakus smiled slightly at the emotionless tone of the voice "Now don't get mad at me, you had just as much say as I did. In fact you agreed with me the entire time we were going through recruiting." This was greeted by a slight laugh "So I did. So I did... Still one doesn't take change too well. It hasn't been very good to us in the past." Sighing Lakus continued walking toward the docking bay "This time it will be different." he murmured as much to himself as the other voice.
Entering the docking bay Lakus yawned one last time as he began to search through the gathering crowd perhaps to find someone or some food, honestly it was up to whichever one came first. As he looked he caught sight of Barkely and Vjnkk. He waited for a small bit, so he would not interrupt. When he had his chance he moved forward, nodding poitely to each person "Good morning Gentlemen."
Jarvis approached the docking bay quickly. On his back, he was carrying a massive pack which contained pretty much all of his worldly belongings. His weapons he had holstered to each of his thighs and his sword was slung against his back beneath the huge backpack. Whilst eager to get planetside he wasn't looking forward to the usual "meet and greets". Jarvis wasn't really a people person and didn't really care if people knew it. The assortment of races was vast but then again he had been expecting that. Looking around an Utvnk caught his eye. Probably because of its huge stature. Jarvis was tall but this thing was at least 8ft. Interestingly he couldn't recall having killed an Utvnk before, one of the few species the High humans hadn't shown violence towards yet. As far as he knew, he was the only High human on this expedition and so was not expecting the security force to be significant. If he had his way, he'd have a platoon of Federation enforcers at his back. No one would dare cause trouble then. He came to a stop in the middle of the bay and examined the shuttle as he set down his pack. Now to find who was in charge of this ship. Jarvis had not been briefed very well but he was to replace the current head of security down at Kanthor. Being a person of importance to this mission he had expected a better welcome party or an acknowledgement of his arrival but instead he'd been treated the same as any other colonist. He stood looking about for some one who looked like they had authority here.
Vjnkk didn't even have time to find someone to talk to, thanks to Barkely's attempt at striking a conversation with him. He turned to look down at the human, still finding it interesting how these aliens looked with their dull skin, two arms, pair of eyes, and hair. Vjnkk was happy to oblige Barkley with a conversation, it was, after all, the entire reason he'd exited his shuttle.
"Oh, no. I have my own shuttle," he said gesturing with one of his rear arms to the craft. While small compared to some of the larger shuttles, it was still impressive. It's sleek design and shiny outer plating made it fairly obvious that it was of alien origin, and rather expensive to boot. "I got a bit excited and got ready too early, so I figured I'd come out and meet some people, since I'm leaving at the same time as the shuttle," he said, rambling a bit.
Then his eyes grew wide, "Oh, sorry, my name's Vjnkk ghl'Brwc Hdngtyn Ctgkjln. Just call me Vjnkk." He started to his four arms in the traditional Utvnk greeting, but stopped when he realized that the human only had two arms probably didn't know even know what the greeting was. So, without missing a beat, he raised one of his hands for a handshake.
Everest was huddled in a corner with a legal pad and his favorite pen, staring off into space (literally). His fingers were practically itching to write, but his anxiety about the future was stifling his usually hyper-active imagination.
Two beings were conversing in the room, and a third came to join them. Everest knew he should really go over and try to be friendly, but he just wasn't in the mood for social interaction. Besides, he'd be spending the entire rest of his life with these guys; he'd get to know them well enough then.
He had no idea what to expect when he touched down on the planet. What would he have to do? Nobody had really given him any clear instructions, and he didn't have any particularly useful skills for survival.
He still couldn't think of anything to write, so he decided to just listen to what the three individuals were saying and copy it down just to satisfy his craving to write.
Barkely looked back at the ship, admiring it a bit before realizing he was being offered a handshake, before reaching out to shake it. He was a bit of a sucker for alien designs, it was part of the reason of course he even went on this journey.
He gave a quick nod to Lakus before answering Vjnkk. "Ah, Vjnkk is it? My name is Barkely, uh, Barkely Jaion," he said whilst reminding himself to keep upright and appropriate, "I came a bit early as well, I thought I was farther from the docks than I really was, and raced down here." He looked behind himself, still seeing some of the staff picking up after the lunch cart he had previously tipped over, "I also seem to have made a bit of a mess." He almost pinched himself. Why would he admit to knocking down the cart!? That wasn't exactly the smartest thing to say when making first impressions. He tried to still look formal, with one arm behind his back fidgeting away in nervousness.
His view returned to Vjnkk before going back to the ship, "That's an impressive ship you have there, is it customary for your species to name them?"
"Is that supposed to mean something?" The robot, Dusk, said in reply to Navia's tease. As always it was a boring response without any emotion what-so-ever. Navia sighed with disappointment. Not sure why I thought his response would be any different this time. She thought. Her whiskers and tail twitched as a light wind picked up. "You're always so dull, Dusk. You should try for more emotion. People might like you better that way."
Navia's ears picked up the sound of birds flying overhead. She looked up and purred. Why don't you fly down here...a little closer where I reach you? Bet you'd make a lovely mid-day snack.
"Suppose there will be any interesting people on "New Haven" this time?" Navia asked bringing her attention back to the landing zone. Then she continued without even waiting for an answer. It was typical of her species. Felinites weren't known for their sense of patience. "The last group was awfully boring. No sense of humor...or love for tuna. And hardly a single one among them capable of fighting. Truly, I would like someone who could actually put up a decent fight. Not dogs...they smell terrible and actually love water. How crazy are they? Awful creatures...dogs. Remember that one human who brought his dog? Stupid mutt. It was his own fault he got killed, sticking his nose where it didn't belong."
Navia continued to rattle on, all the while her ears tuned for the sound of any trouble.