RE: Madeline Beaufort and the Moon Thief
05-04-2016, 02:35 AM
As Madeline’s vision cleared she could see a tall, gangly man in a lab coat and goggles, running over to them with what looked like a high tech dustbuster. Rex helped Madeline out of the boat-cart and onto the platform.
“Rex we’ve talked about this, do you know how long nanites take to fix these after they come into contact with the decontainment aerosol? Days!” Complained the man, as Rex looked completely unmoved. The man ranted on, “And, the last time I checked we didn’t have interns or undergrads to do the grunt work here.”
She was briefly disappointed that the first to greet them wasn't some kind of alien, but as she looked past the man into the space behind the big white doors she could see all sorts of beings were working about in a large open room. The man’s angry lecture phased out of focus as she took in all the sensory information of the laboratory. Screens, panels and buttons covered almost every square inch of reachable space, each with a distinct purpose. There were plenty of human workers, mostly humans in actually, but Madeline’s eyes were drawn immediately to those that weren't.
“Ah you must be Madeline, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The man said, “My name is Gregory Thompson. I lead the science division here.”
“Nice too meet you Mr. Thompson” Said Madeline, still focused on the other room.
“It’s Dr. Thompson actually, but I won’t hold it against you.”
Rex chimed in, noticing Madeline’s distracted state “Why don’t we give Madeline a tour, the containment room is pretty boring compared to the rest of the base.”
Dr. Thompson frowned, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” He chastised Rex, “You have to stay here so we can retrieve any nanites that are stuck in your suit. I can’t believe you would do this a second time.”
Rex was also getting upset “What do you science division nerds expect me to do? Deactivate the damn things while we’re rocketing down here on the track? The damn containment starts as soon as we get down here! Maybe you expect me to reveal myself in front of the humans in the park?”
Madeline didn’t know what the office politics of secret organizations was supposed to look like, but she could feel that the petty squabbling between the giant lizard man and the bookish scientist was somewhat unprofessional behavior. She never had much experience with people fighting, as her mothers never argued in front of her. Madeline shifted her weight and folded her arms, staring out into the room beyond her.
“I swear I have to repeat myself twice every time I talk to you. There is an optimal time to deactivate the nanites as you round the first corner on the ride and go out of sight of any humans. If you would just follow protocol you would know this.”
Rex finally noticed madeline’s clear discomfort in the situation “Fine, I’ll stay here. Please don’t keep the girl here on account of my mistake. I have a feeling that halting her from exploring is a form of torture.”
Shaken from his anger, Thompson sighed and turned to madeline. “Yes, that is something I can sympathize with. I have to stay here and collect the nanites though.” He paused to think. “I think that James and The Abyssal can take time off to show you around.” He put his hand up to his ear. “Yes. James, can you bring your partner here and show around our guest?” He paused to listen for a response, replying, “Yes, the combat room. Thank you.”
Moments later, a very big being approached Madeline, Rex and Thompson. Upon closer inspection it was revealed to be two beings sharing one very large, completely enclosed, robotic suit which seemed to contain water within it. One being was a large, anemone looking creature who occupied the lower portion of the suit, seemingly having no face or way of communicating. Floating above the anemone-being was a small, orange fish man, with markings that made him look almost like a clownfish, though his facial features were distinctly more shark-like.
“Hi there!” The little fishman said “I’m James and the big guy is known as ‘The Abyssal’ around here. Not a super clever name, but his species don't typically got one of those and he’s the only one of his kind on this planet.” The Abyssal bobbed up and down. “What do you say we show you around.”
Madeline jumped at the opportunity, “Yes, please!”
“Kid’s got manners” James said to his partner. “I like that.” The abyssal bobbed up and down again.
They began to walk to the other room. She turned around to wave to Rex, who was being vacuumed by Thompson. Rex waved back. “I’ll join you shortly.” He said, looking entirely unamused with his predicament.
“This is the command center.” Said James as they proceeded into the main room.
The room was extremely large filled with various species, all hard at work. From her observations Madeline concluded that the majority of the non-humans here seemed to be of one particular race, which resembled the classic diminutive “grey” aliens. It made sense to Madeline that the classic american myths were based in reality. She came to the realization that some of the people in the room were not in fact humans, but just closely resembled them.
“You might also call it a situation room.” Explained James. “We usually use this room for simulations and a general-purpose workspace, but we’re currently dealing with the moon crisis. Adjoined to this room is a cafeteria if you are hungry, then there’s the garage-hangar, armory, and various labs. We’re supposed to be making our way to the combat testing room, but we can stop by anywhere you’re curious about first. If you have any questions by the way, feel free to ask me.”
“Rex we’ve talked about this, do you know how long nanites take to fix these after they come into contact with the decontainment aerosol? Days!” Complained the man, as Rex looked completely unmoved. The man ranted on, “And, the last time I checked we didn’t have interns or undergrads to do the grunt work here.”
She was briefly disappointed that the first to greet them wasn't some kind of alien, but as she looked past the man into the space behind the big white doors she could see all sorts of beings were working about in a large open room. The man’s angry lecture phased out of focus as she took in all the sensory information of the laboratory. Screens, panels and buttons covered almost every square inch of reachable space, each with a distinct purpose. There were plenty of human workers, mostly humans in actually, but Madeline’s eyes were drawn immediately to those that weren't.
“Ah you must be Madeline, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The man said, “My name is Gregory Thompson. I lead the science division here.”
“Nice too meet you Mr. Thompson” Said Madeline, still focused on the other room.
“It’s Dr. Thompson actually, but I won’t hold it against you.”
Rex chimed in, noticing Madeline’s distracted state “Why don’t we give Madeline a tour, the containment room is pretty boring compared to the rest of the base.”
Dr. Thompson frowned, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” He chastised Rex, “You have to stay here so we can retrieve any nanites that are stuck in your suit. I can’t believe you would do this a second time.”
Rex was also getting upset “What do you science division nerds expect me to do? Deactivate the damn things while we’re rocketing down here on the track? The damn containment starts as soon as we get down here! Maybe you expect me to reveal myself in front of the humans in the park?”
Madeline didn’t know what the office politics of secret organizations was supposed to look like, but she could feel that the petty squabbling between the giant lizard man and the bookish scientist was somewhat unprofessional behavior. She never had much experience with people fighting, as her mothers never argued in front of her. Madeline shifted her weight and folded her arms, staring out into the room beyond her.
“I swear I have to repeat myself twice every time I talk to you. There is an optimal time to deactivate the nanites as you round the first corner on the ride and go out of sight of any humans. If you would just follow protocol you would know this.”
Rex finally noticed madeline’s clear discomfort in the situation “Fine, I’ll stay here. Please don’t keep the girl here on account of my mistake. I have a feeling that halting her from exploring is a form of torture.”
Shaken from his anger, Thompson sighed and turned to madeline. “Yes, that is something I can sympathize with. I have to stay here and collect the nanites though.” He paused to think. “I think that James and The Abyssal can take time off to show you around.” He put his hand up to his ear. “Yes. James, can you bring your partner here and show around our guest?” He paused to listen for a response, replying, “Yes, the combat room. Thank you.”
Moments later, a very big being approached Madeline, Rex and Thompson. Upon closer inspection it was revealed to be two beings sharing one very large, completely enclosed, robotic suit which seemed to contain water within it. One being was a large, anemone looking creature who occupied the lower portion of the suit, seemingly having no face or way of communicating. Floating above the anemone-being was a small, orange fish man, with markings that made him look almost like a clownfish, though his facial features were distinctly more shark-like.
“Hi there!” The little fishman said “I’m James and the big guy is known as ‘The Abyssal’ around here. Not a super clever name, but his species don't typically got one of those and he’s the only one of his kind on this planet.” The Abyssal bobbed up and down. “What do you say we show you around.”
Madeline jumped at the opportunity, “Yes, please!”
“Kid’s got manners” James said to his partner. “I like that.” The abyssal bobbed up and down again.
They began to walk to the other room. She turned around to wave to Rex, who was being vacuumed by Thompson. Rex waved back. “I’ll join you shortly.” He said, looking entirely unamused with his predicament.
“This is the command center.” Said James as they proceeded into the main room.
The room was extremely large filled with various species, all hard at work. From her observations Madeline concluded that the majority of the non-humans here seemed to be of one particular race, which resembled the classic diminutive “grey” aliens. It made sense to Madeline that the classic american myths were based in reality. She came to the realization that some of the people in the room were not in fact humans, but just closely resembled them.
“You might also call it a situation room.” Explained James. “We usually use this room for simulations and a general-purpose workspace, but we’re currently dealing with the moon crisis. Adjoined to this room is a cafeteria if you are hungry, then there’s the garage-hangar, armory, and various labs. We’re supposed to be making our way to the combat testing room, but we can stop by anywhere you’re curious about first. If you have any questions by the way, feel free to ask me.”
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