[IC] Quarantine: The Space Station

[Hipster]

9:00 AM. Unknown Location.

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Current Operations.

Operation: Purify.
Operation: Uplift.

Launch Operation Uplift? Y/N.

Y. Now launching Operation Uplift. Glory to the Deos Caeli. May all those inferior suffer.

Ending program. erasing all history. Remove the Portam and re-seal it in the Telecommunications. Purge all witnesses. Burn all evidence. Prepare for the Novus Colonia.

9:20 Location: Aurora Lobby.

Sound burst out in Aurora as people rushed to get to their Hotels. a Metallic Cigarette of a Pod as arrived in, the Wall of the Pod opening and allowing the Tourists inside to come in. The shuttle was Luxurious with rare carpets and fur draped over the ceiling and the floors. the Tourists got out, wide eyed with their mouth's open. staring out at the area around them.

A team of servents quickly showed them to their rooms as the Pod door closed and left back to a Big blue ball known as The Planet Earth.

9:25 Engineering Department Supply Room

Eugine O'Brien were standing in the Department Supply Room, the Room was a dull grey, with a Orange stripe leading towards a set of Rusted Yellow Locker's. each of them had a Name on them written on a ripped piece of paper. the Room was old and rotten. with a Dim light as the only light source. Engineer's tended to be of the lowest class and treated like a Abomination on a Wheel. except that wheel generated power.

So they were tolerated. as long as they worked.

The yellow stripe lead to a Equally bright yellow Airlock. each Locker contained a Engineer hardsuit. A Toolbox, a Wielding helmet and a Nailgun each, and a Flash light.

Before anyone could speak a the light shut off. encasing them all in darkness. this was extremely common in most of the Engineering department. as no one cared about a Abomination. so Atleast one engineer replaced the flashlight everyday.

A soft banging sound could be heard from a Vent. it could've been from the Disposal outlet. could've.

[Jeep Wrangler]

The light flickered on and off. It wasn't like it was supposed to be doing, but it still did it. His eyes were fixed directly on them at they flickered once again, before seizing their own action to remain alight. The eyes of his own narrowed as he studied it, waiting for it to flicker once more; to his surprise, however, nothing happened. A faint grin appeared on the silent face as he turned back to the forever-large console. A stroke of thought crossed his lonely mind as he looked towards a few of the markings encrypted within the chassis.

H.U.N.T. Orbital Research Team

He grinned. He was apart of that crew. It was his time and place, his invention. Well, he said 'His' when it was just the part of his programme. He specialised in the monitoring and security through telecommunications for the people who would come onto the station. It was a brilliant piece of kit, the H.U.N.T. system, and yet that knowledge of being the person who both specialises and controls it just sends a warm feeling into his heart. The man behind the chair had two thick sheets of glass covered two sides of the Cube shaped room. They allowed access through visual contact to him, a speaker on the outside. The room had its own oxygen supply, if the station's were to fail. A bed, several lockers and cabinets for uniform and tool storage. There were small-term food storages for longer shifts, and a glassed container for the Suit he would occasionally wear. The Exo-skeletal suit was advanced, too advanced in some cases. The way it worked, how it was to function just seemed beyond the present time, even in the day of age where space-travel was something of the common. The swivel chair moved around, helping the man to find his visual way around the room. He'd been working here for a few months still, and yet the confidence that was within him didn't exactly give him that special touch he needed. Having this role was an important responsibility to take, and what's more he had to directly address some of the rooms and cabins within this new Hotel. That could be terrifying for someone who had as much social experience as a newborn child. The man continued to think, over and over, about this...every second.....until something snapped him out of the Trance.

"Chris....Oi, Chris! Christopher!" He turned quickly back to the console. Christopher quickly switched his speaking channel to the direct contact, Naomi. She was one of the newer telecomm-users, not having taken part in the building or design of the system. She was the only outsider actually trained to use these, and she was responsible for the employee channels.

"U-uhhh...Yea...yeah...Yes. I'm here. I'm here." He quickly spoke into his transmitter. The voice echoed through the radio-traffic and into her's, as she acknowledged his arrival.

"A new group just arrived. Lottery Winners, again. Inform Stevenson and his team to start some check's whilst I go on my coffee break." Chris nodded slightly. Naomi was one of the few people he could talk to casually with limited stuttering and stammering. She had been a nice fellow to him, understanding his difficulties here and there. She had once suffered the same troubles, but was able to overcome it. She was around Chris' age, more shorter and a rather slim person. It was clear that she was going to make a successful employee.

"Alrighty...I'll get to it. You go take your break whilst I monitor your system." Chris notified, his accent moving back in. He switched a few dials to different angles and spoke once more. "St-stevenson. You go take the checks now. Naomi is...on her break. O-out." He wasn't expecting any responses, hence the decline of saying 'Over'. Now was the time to not really relax and start watching out for the incoming communications to pass from tourist to employee, employee to tourist...it was his job...well...for now....

[Hipster]

Liam Nelson

Liam was sitting in a small office outside the Engineering department.

the Office was more luxurious than the rest. for an example the walls were actually clean. he got a desk and he didn't live in a shithole. unlike the Engineer's. who deserved what they got, because they're lazy, and frankly. easily replaceable. Unlike Liam. who pretty much made sure everyone worked.

Liam was busy looking through camera's from last hour. He'd noticed that Suzanne in the medical department was a bit late to work. 5th time in a row. Liam briefly discussed what to do with her future with himself as he watched the Camera footage. Hmm, she's hot. might call her down to my office. nah, that never ends well. I'll just send in a report and see her disappear in seconds. shouldn't have been late anyways.

He briefly typed up a Report and opened a box to email it to the Manager of Aurora, who's name was Johnathan Trey, some old guy who ran the place. he lived in the past, Paranoid guy, always thinking about the dangers of the dark coming to get him. He had a short string with most of the Employees.

Welp. shouldn't have been late. He clicked the SEND button. Loser. he thought in his mind. and then the lights shut off. Liam let out a big moan. he knew that this oftenly happened to the engineer's. But Liam wasn't a engineer. he didn't deserve this. Liam grabbed his Tazer and walked out of the Airlock to the Engineering Department. he looked out. and the whole place was dark. so Liam waved around his Tazer.

Liam felt his way across the Engineering department. their was the 3 telecoms room, a Supply room and a generator. he'd go and yell at the employees to turn the power on or something, usually the lights were the first to go in a power outage.

@LetMeDoStuff

The light blinked a couple times in the Telecom's room where Christopher was. blinking a couple times more. on and off.

and then it turned off. and encased Christopher in a thick web of Darkness. if Christopher could listen closely, or put his ear's to the ground. he'd hear a banging sound in the vent's. and if he really heard. he could hear human voices, and gun shots. the Security department was below the engineering department. so it would've came from their.

[Brink_]

Fel's eyes opened, quickly adjusting to the harsh white of the surrounding walls as it reflected the light of the fluorescent chandelier in the outside hallway whose dull yellow rays peered in through gaps of the nearby blinds. The room was just as he'd remembered, an unimaginative square shape with a bulky, glossy white dresser topped with a hologram projected situated in one corner and a feeble-looking desk, dented legs and all, standing opposite. The man's bed, for last night at least, took up much of the space's center, underneath a forbiddingly large display screen functioning as a window to the surrounding solar system, its sickly green sheets a welcome compliment to the rest of the hypochondriac's dream abode. He stretched, sending both of his feet from their curled-up positions out underneath the covers, exposing just what a giant of a man he was.

Standing at nearly six-and-a-half feet, he rarely found a bed suitable for his length, meaning he'd often ended up bending into an uncomfortable mass in the midst of midnight. This was no time, however, for such lengthy anatomical examinations; Roals was en route to the USS Orpheus, after all, and this was his day to pack up after nearly a week of lounging within Aurora as part of the Navy's latest attempts at assimilating its newest celestial acquisitions to life outside of the atmosphere they'd come to know and love.The heavy-set metallic door opened with a swoosh and closed behind him with a click as soon as he'd stepped out.

A force of cold air wilting down the corridor smacked into Roals as he'd began making his way towards the nearest lavatory, whose neon sign was obscured underneath the blinding light of the aforementioned fluorescent fixture above him. The metallic grates were cold to the touch of his soles, sending the multitude of hairs lining his legs to shoot straight up as goosebumps overcame his limbs. The government-issue sleepwear he'd been granted as part of the station's harboring of troops did little to protect against the chilling breath of the structure's fine blend of oxygen and hydrogen in attempts to stabilize the already poorly-insulated heating system, the thin cotton shawl and sweatpants haphazardly clinging to his clean-shaven abdomen.

[Master Crim]

Joseph and his family were shown to their living quarters by a few of the station staff, being told about the schedule as they reached the door. Joseph didn't pay much attention to what they were saying as he had his own plans for being here. This station is one of the oldest of it's kind and is bound to have abandon floors, rooms, and labs. There is no way they could refurbish all of what is here, the military wouldn't let them use everything for civilians. It will be fun to see what kind of security systems they have here, and what they could be hiding. Joseph thought to himself as he found his room and flopped his suitcase on the bed. taking a seat on his bed Joseph pulled his tablet out from his jacket, and began surfing the stations hotel main page.

Main Page >Services >Recreation

Here at the Adware Station we provide many different ways for our guests to spend their free time. Our Gym is open from 8:00a to 10:00p station time, and includes a full staff Spa. The food court serves breakfast 8:00a - 10:00a, lunch 11:00a - 1:00p, and dinner is 5:00p - 7:00p. (all these times are station time.) There is also an observatory that feature many facts from our history and recent discoveries from deep space, you can also see a few of our researcher at work in their labs there. Aside from these we offer free Internet as well as TV.

Joseph smiled as he read the last line of the entry. Where there is an Internet host, there is a door. This would be his first attempt. Walking to the main area he headed for the door. "I'm going to go have a look around." He called out exiting their room, and heading down the corridor. Walking for a little ways he found a common area with some of the station staff and other lottery winners chatting and relaxing. Joseph sat down and pulled out his tablet again and started poking around with the system.

Scepter Mainframe> Network Connections> Adware_Station_HG> Host_Access>

Login:
Password:

>Searching nearby devices...
>13 Devices logged on the same network.
>Linking Credentials...
>Proxy host made.
>Starting Host Login search...
>...
>...
>Username found: Rachele M.
>Starting Password rainbow table.
>********** FAIL
>********** FAIL

Joseph put his tablet in his jacket while he waited for his program, watching the others talk before being startled by a waitress that came to his table.
"Hello there, can I get you something?" Joseph jerked slightly in his seat before looking to the waitress and responding.
"Uh... Yeah, I'll take a... Coke?" The waitress frowned.
"We have Pepsi, is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine." The waitress nodded and walked away. Joseph sat and waited for his watch to alert him that his program was finished.