Laboratory Six

[Lord Gaius]

LOCATION: Orto Plutonia, Laboratory Six.
OBJECTIVE:
Laminanium ((Complete a role-play from an NPC’s perspective who is accompanying your character. ))
Neuraniam ((Complete an entire role-play from the first person perspective in which you only use the first pronoun ( “I” or “me” or “my” ) only six times. )) - No longer attempting.

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"Petty Officer Third Class Manuel Bonetti" someone said, resounding in the eardrums. I was a technician of Laboratory Six who had helped design the original MLSS. Technician Serial Number 18827-318209-MB. Eyes scanned the room, watching technical officers pour over data. With electronic notepads and pens in hand, they tracked and recorded statistics and diagnostics. "Initiating apparatus systems online," I said. A voice from the COMMs penetrated the eardrums, Chhht! "Hydration systems confirmed green. Initiation process complete." Chhht! That was Tech Officer William Blackburn, an old friend. Unable to help, eyes watched with curiosity as Hasjo Hallu stood up from the bench. The Nautolan was shorter than presumed, especially with all the tales that surrounded him.

Lips parted, "Sir, please look at the roof, then the floor. Then to your left and right. It's to do with studying the calibration reading for your suit's diagnostics. The titanium nanocomposite suit should allow you flexibility in your neck." Pen to datapad, scribbling down a series of dotpoints and notes. The suit was working fine. Heck, it was perfect. Sukh'Al'Lee hadn't been lying when he said the original MLSS was merely a prototype. Had to give the Chiss a round of applause next time he's around. He was always busy, a shame he never came down here with the rest of the Technicians. "Good. Thank you. Bringing your vitals online now." Index finger slid across the device, activating the Heads-Up-Display for the Nautolan within the new Mobile Life Support Suit, otherwise known down here as the MLSS-II. Eyes watched as the Nautolan confirmed he saw the health displays. Blood pressure. Breathing patterns. Heart beats per minute - double that of a human.

Pen slapped the data pad in glee, "Vital signs are looking normal, no irregular breathing patterns or blood pressure. Heart beats are above average but expected." Legs pumped, walking towards another small station, a series of them lined the room. Motioning to Hasjo, "We need further analysis at the optical diagnostics station, so when you're ready, sir." Studying the Nautolan as he walked, the mind calculated he was more powerful than any two men. A strong creature. Drawing his attention, lips parted "Sir, look at the targets so we can begin." Eyes watched both datapad and the optical station that displayed information as the General did as bidden. "Your targeting sensors are reading well." Red light flashed upon the datapad, pen began to scribble between gloved fingers. "Getting some calibration errors in the hydration suit. Going to invert apparatus pitch, you may experience some discomfort and pain." Eyes watched as fingers performed the changing of the apparatus via datapad remote control. Squinting, continuing to watch as the Nautolan was in clear pain, grunting and coughing uncontrollably.

 

[Lord Gaius]

The General, Hasjo Hallu, had brought me forth members of the Sixth Battalion. 22nd Tactical, most of them were hardened young men and women of human and near-human descent. I shepherded them into the armoury where they would find the limited-production line of Tyumen-I battle armour. The Tyumen itself was one of the inspirations for the Nautolans MLSS-II. The metalloid stood beside me, arms folded tight against his powerful chest. I knew I didn't want to stand in the mans way when it came to a fight. He was no longer being fitted for his new suit, and stood in his older MLSS-I. Myself and Hasjo followed the soldiers into the room. Without direction, I watched as they began to pull themselves into their armour, strapping themselves in. They did so quietly. "Remind me not to ask you what you do with your troopers," I said with humour to the Nautolan beside me. He glanced with that emotionless faceplate of his, cooly replying with his synthesised voice, "Marines. Trained to fight on land and in naval combat." Naval, I thought. Oh how the term had changed. Naval combat countless millennium ago had mean't the combat engaged on the seas and oceans. Now space combat was referred by the same name. So these troopers knew how to hold their own on solid ground, and on a frigate being blown to bits in a vacuum. Comforting.

Why was it so comforting for me to know that? Well, myself among a platoon of technicians, mechanics, smiths and scientists would be travelling to Klatooine, specifically the Fountain of Ancients. And us pen-jockeys needed a bunch of gunnies to provide security. Seeing as we were travelling to Klatooine for a valuable coating that would be applied to Hasjo's suit, the General himself had chosen to come along. It was reassuring to know someone as ridiculously armed as he was with him. There were just some people you didn't mess with, including the man with four plasma-based melee weapons, power-coupling based weapon, and a heavy blaster pistol. The Jedi was a Master of Exotic Weapons, and it showed. I studied him as we waited for the troopers to arm themselves. A weapons belt held the small armoury around his waist. An old lightsaber with some cuts, it had seen the testament of time. No doubt his original. A double-bladed Lightsaber Pike, elegant but deadly. It seemed to hold a cortosis weave as a defensive measure. The Long-Handled Lightsaber, a strange weapon, and clearly not his own. The style of the hilt didn't match the others, I can only assume he claimed it from a fallen enemy, or brethren. A Lightwhip, a weapon rarely seen and even more rarely mastered. The AB-1 pistol was common among officer of the Sixth Battalion. Lastly was a fifty centimetre long baton. I knew it was a San-Ni staff by the creases in the metal towards the middle of the pole. A power-coupling based weapon. Extraordinarily rare, few in the galaxy wielded them, fewer knew how to use them, and even fewer knew how to defend against them. It seemed this Jedi Master based his combat upon confusing the enemy by providing them with weapons they had encountered only a few times, rarely or never.