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>>5732362
>>5731949

Setting the crate down by the staging area, you unlock it and pop it open with a hiss as the hermetic seals release.
One of the nurses wearily looks up at the relative treasure trove of medicine and supplies you've brought, and smiles.

"Oh, thank the gods... if we lost another patient due to a lack of Stimulax, i think i would have gone crazy." He mutters.

The nurse forces himself to his feet and roughly shakes the other two, forcing them to wake up.
He directs their attention to the crate, and their mood immediately brightens.

They practically ignore your hulking form, running past you to the supplies.
After a moment they realize they aren't nearly strong enough to drag the crate anywhere, so they start grabbing the supplies themselves and immediately begin sorting them onto the shelves.

One of them opens a shock-proof case and immediately exclaims to the others.

"Look at this, it must be a whole liter of Baccu-Wash!"

"Get that over to bed 19." One of the other nurses orders. "Her abdomen was sliced open, she's going to need a lot of it."

As the nurses return to their work with renewed vigor, you turn your attention to the figure behind the curtain.
It has no unique features, an unusual, particularly humanoid appearance.

Gently pulling the curtain back, you see the person you were looking for. Doctor Lyna, who's elbow deep in a patient.
He's covered in cuts to the point that he looks as if he's been through a blender, but you can see she's sealed most of them using polymer glue.

A temporarily solution to stop blood loss, you assume.
They probably ran out of styptics a long time ago, considering how many people are injured here.

"Shit." She curses, pressing buttons on a machine with still-bloodied hands.

The patient she's working on is a a Lycan. One of few species that actually has red, iron-based blood like you do.
Most species have blue, copper-based blood. Some use other metals, but copper is by far the most common.

But that's why, you can tell from the color of his skin that he's not doing so hot.
Around his chest where he's been shaved for the surgery, he's white as a sheet. Not only that, he's bleeding far slower than he should be. He's anemic.

"If you don't get his BP back up, he's going to die." You tell her.

"I know that, damn it! We're out of artificial blood, i can't..."

Lyna quickly turns around to look at you.

"...Who the hell are you? Why are you back here?" She demands, looking upset.

"I came here to deliver medical supplies." You answer.

"Great. Any blood?" She replies tersely.

An alarm goes off, from the machine connected to the patient.
Looking closely, you can see that his heartrate is highlighted in red. It seems to be dangerously slow.

"Afraid not."

"Then get the hell out. I need to... at least try to save this dumbass." She hisses.

>Alright, i'll leave you to it.
>I could try to find some blood packs for you.
>[Give the patient a shot of adrenaline]
>Write-In?

>>5732363
>[Give the patient a shot of adrenaline]
Synthetic blood is also a thing which we can possibly synthesize (plasma with something to carry oxygen), but if it really came down to it, we can offer her... a shot of our precious bodily fluids. If we're worried about our DNA data getting out we can possibly purify it so only the essential bits are in there

>>5732382
Your blood would probably kill him.

>>5732383
Ah right, blood type. So we're going to have to process the blood regardless. I guess it'd be easier to find a lycan donor.

>>5732383
>>5732385
... or we can just put the guy on ice, too. Triage; the most urgent cases can be stuffed into our freezers.
Longer term, we can work out how to create create hemoglobin and plasma in our fabricators. Imagine a blood dispenser that works like a soda machine at a fast food joint

>>5732385
>Ah right, blood type
I mean, yes, but there's also the problem of the fucking species barrier, man. Try putting tiger blood in a person, they'll get sick, too. Only very specific pairings of animals can actually share blood for means of circulation as far as I'm aware.

If we had time we could get a chemical readout of his blood, isolate the plasma portion, run up to our shitty chem-fab and force it to shit out some artificial stuff for him. Probably. I don't know how these dang machines work. Just think about the compounds really hard, hold a picture of it up in front of us as we do it. It'll work. Maybe.

>>5732363
>Write-In?
>offer to stuff him in our freezer; deal with the dumbass when the blood is available

>>5732363
>I could try to find some blood packs for you.
Does the hospital have the medifab in here now? David could work his wrinkled brain into making plasma if there's no other option.

>>5732420
>Imagine a blood dispenser that works like a soda machine at a fast food joint
i have the feeling the nutrient paste dispenser or our medical nanofabcould do that, but we don't have the brains that could figure that out at the moment

>>5732363
>[Give the patient a shot of adrenaline]

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Did any of you read the wolf guy (ookami no monshou) when akira (werewolf) gives his blood to chiba and pic related happens? Yeah no thanks. Also, we have to be a little more careful with our hand outs, man...

>Stuff him in our freezer, but heal our girl ASAP, fuck triage

>>5732363
Make this ayy into a pupsicle. Put him in one of our cryopods until a donor can be found.

>>5732513
+1 to this.

>>5733009
im pretty sure our dna is already in some database. humans shed skin and hair like crazy

>>5732673
>i have the feeling the nutrient paste dispenser or our medical nanofabcould do that
Inb4 literal coconut water with hemoglobin lmao

>>5733067
hand outs as in giving free drugs and showing off our fabs in general.

>>5732363

You momentarily consider simply stabbing the man with an epinephrine injector, but there's probably about a 50% chance his heart would just explode if you did that.
Instead, you decide to make the doc an offer.

"I can put him on ice, until you have the blood packs you need." You tell her.

"...On ice? You have cryostasis pods?" She asks, immediately stopping her work to focus on you.

"I do."

"How many?" She asks, getting uncomfortably close. She has a really intense look on her face.

The reality is, if you count all the ones on the drone ships out there, you probably have enough for every survivor on the station.
Not counting the feds and station guards, naturally.

"How many do you need?"

Lyna pauses as she considers things. Her eyes drift over to the other patients resting in their cots.

"Twelve." She eventually decides. "No, maybe thirteen. But, there's no way you'd have..."

"I have enough." You interrupt. "But i need you to perform emergency surgery on one of my men in exchange."

You half expected her to get upset at the fact that you're bartering with her patients' lives, but she doesn't miss a beat.

"Very well. I can't promise anything until i've seen the patient and the extent of their injuries, but i will make the attempt. Bring them to me... after you've gotten this one into the cryopod."

That easy, huh? Well, you're not complaining.
After confirming a few things, Lyna quickly places a large, gelatinous bandage over the patient's surgical opening, which will apparently keep all his organs in for transport.

Two men come by to carry the patient via handmade stretcher, and you head back towards the ship to complete the transfer.
Only one problem. You still can't fit back up the stairs in your power armor.

Rather that dealing with having to find a way up there, you simply radio ahead to Gildur and tell him what's going on.
You don't like having strangers on your ship while you're not there, but Gildur and Kyla can handle themselves well enough, and the ship has both internal and external defenses if it comes down to it.

Well, half the shit in there is liable to kill the whole crew if they stole the ship and started fucking around in there anyways.
You chuckle at the thought of some asshole sneaking onto your ship and accidentally opening the wraith jar, just to get his fucking soul sucked out.

You take the moment of downtime while that transfer is happening to radio SHODAN and Sanig, to get an update on their situation.
According to them, things have gone almost completely quiet. Reports from the AI Drone pilots are that most station forces have been quelled, and those that remain are currently in hiding.

Apparently you really did catch them with their pants down, because there are still a lot of completely unused war assets sitting around in crates, and even fighter craft and small ships sitting in the docks.

They didn't know what hit them until it was too late.

>>5733324
Time to check in with Nena, if she's done, then please vote [1] to load her into the station controls

So, when will the cruisers and destroyers arrive? Or they are here and outside the perimeter of the lasers¿? I forgot

>>5733429
the second one. there are 3(i think) ships just outside the range of the defenses. nena is torturing the vicecaptain to get codes to talk to them and lure them into a trap

>>5733475
It's more like forcefully chatting with him, really. Hopefully not loudly enough to make his brain melt.

>>5733475
You have no idea.
They could be nearby, or they could take weeks to get here.

There is currently one troop carrier, two frigates and a destroyer sitting just outside of the range of the station's automated defenses.

>>5733358
She's not done, she just started. And you can't just simply "load her into the station controls".
The station was not designed to be controlled by an AI, and the systems aren't tightly integrated like they are in a ship.

It's not impossible to make it happen, but it'll take a lot of work. Refitting existing equipment, running lots of cables and so-on.

Can't wait until we visit earth will love to see what home is like after MCs adventure.

>>5733623
To be fair, I think the description of she loaded into the Metal Gear and got any functionality out of it when it was a Frankensteined monster before and after David got it going made me think she could do a decent job here too.
If there's manually operated machinery only that can't be automated then that's where responsibility can be delegated to some unemployed guy/

I forget how the timescale goes though.

>>5733787
Anon, the Metal Gear was built around SHODAN to begin with. It was a highly specialized and finely-tuned machine that David wrecked the shit out of.
It became a frankenstein's monster due to the countless repairs, retrofits and 'upgrades' that have been made to it, and all the trickery done to keep it's systems running despite technically being broken beyond repair.

In the station's case, the physical infrastructure simply isn't there. It will have to be built, even if it's just nigger-rigged temporarily.

>>5733827
I guess the station doesn't have reliable enough internet/intranet for her to invade. Or commands cannot be reliably sent from a central computer outwards... as in, computers sends read-only data with no ability to remotely input commands

>>5733827
Maybe Dark Star and Nena can run it together after the military op then, using whatever means at their disposal. I just want her to be a recurring character every time we check back into the station while building the carrier later, feeding us complaints about how no one in the void likes her song and the scrubbers in basement 4G are playing up again~
Assuming we survive this encounter.

guys look at this
https://travellerrpgblog.blogspot.com/2020/07/starship-geomorphs-20.html?m=1
really cool starship mockup modules, I might try to make the Metal Gear and our carrier with this

>>5733324
>there are still a lot of completely unused war assets sitting around in crates, and even fighter craft and small ships sitting in the docks.

Those will be useful. We better not make the same mistakes and get those in working order when possible

>>5733974
I agree. We cannot wholley rely on the defense lasers. That'll work once probably. Maybe we should call it in and get some men in those craft.

>>5733324

Before too long, the two men come back carrying the same makeshift stretcher, this time with Cylia laid out on it.
A third man with an uncomfortable look on his face trails shortly behind, carrying Cylia's severed hand.

Gildur calls shortly afterwards to apologize. Apparently he nearly forgot to turn down the gravity, which probably would have ended with the first guy who stepped in dropping the patient.

After telling Gildur not to apologize for something that didn't happen, you follow right beside Cylia all the way back to the makeshift hospital.
When you get there, you hear a woman groaning loudly as a nurse sprays something into an open wound on her stomach. It seems like the nurses are back to working on patients.

"Is that the patient?" Dr.Lyna asks, apparently having washed herself up a bit. She's changed clothes and put on a fresh pair of surgical gloves.

"She is. I'll be observing the surgery, i'm sure you understand."

"As long as you aren't in the way. And don't touch anything, that armor looks filthy."

The two men carrying her transfer her over to the table and are excused. Dr.Lyna takes her severed hand from the third man, who shakes his hands off like he just got the cooties.
You can see Lyna's expression change as she looks over the hand, which is still in it's armored glove. Only the shockingly clean-cut section of her bone and muscle is visible.

"A caithan, is it?" She mumbles.

She carefully peels the glove off Cylia's hand and tosses it aside, turning it over for a few seconds before placing it in a plastic bin full of some liquid.
She then tries to pull of Cylia's helmet, only to find that it's latched on tightly and can't be removed.

"Can you do something about this?" She asks.

You gently press on the two outer release mechanisms and, after pressing them three times, hold them down for a few seconds. That allows you to remove her helmet.
As it slides off, you see Cylia's face, etched with pain. She's medicated, but probably still in a lot of pain. The cryopod probably made her nauseous as well. Poor girl must be feeling awful.

Lyna places a mask over her mouth and nose, which leads to a small machine on the floor next to her. She places a small vial of medicine into the machine, which begins vibrating as it seems to vaporize the medicine.
After a few moments, Cylia seems to relax somewhat.

Next, Lyna opens the drawer of what seems to be a machinist's tool chest, revealing a pile of medical tools. From that pile, she grabs a scalpel and begins trying to cut Cylia's combat suit off.
That doesn't go to plan. The razor-sharp scalpel can't seem to find purchase against the tough weave and plasteel armor plates.

"...How in the hells did her arm get severed, if she was wearing this?" She asks.

"Cyborgs." You reply.

"No, that doesn't explain much. This cut is far too clean for it to have been simple brute force."

>>5734283

>"Don't worry about it. Just focus on the surgery."
>Tell her it was just a special alloy weapon
>Explain that it was probably warp metal
>Write-In?

>>5734283
>Explain that it was probably warp metal

>>5734283
>Explain that it was probably warp metal.

Probably, anyways. We aren't sure.

>>5734286
>"Don't worry about it. Just focus on the surgery."
She doesn't need to know.

>>5734286
>Explain that it was probably warp metal

>>5734370
>She doesn't need to know.
>omitting information to the doctor
that's probably one of the worse things you can do, because then they'd work under false assumptions and maybe hurt the patient in the process

>>5734375
My guy she's had her hand severed. Very cleanly. Knowing how it happened probably won't make a difference in this situation. Like knowing a guy blew his fingers off with fireworks instead of blowing them off by holding onto his pistol as it fired doesn't change how they're going to try and salvage the hand.

We have no reason to suspect warp metal leaves some sort of pollutant or toxins in the body that need to be treated.

I'm not saying don't tell her, just that it's a little weird to focus on.

>>5734283
"I'm not sure what exactly the blade was made of, but it was attached to a federation cyborg."

>>5734286
>Explain that it was probably warp metal

>She doesn't need to know.

>>5734286
>>Explain that it was probably warp metal
"Elite Cyborgs"

>>5734286
>"Don't worry about it. Just focus on the surgery."
Tell her we'll explain later. If she cares enough to ask later, we'll tell her, if not, eh.
If she's going to hang around us for any length of time though (which she is. if she's staying on this station), she'll need to know sooner rather than later as we'll likely be seeing more of these injuries going forward.

>>5734286
>warp metal
I mean there is no harm in telling. She may go 'huh oookay?' and ask you to help removing the damn bracelets... after she said to not touch anything

>>5734388
we aren't doctors and we don't really know what kind of fuckery warp metal does to the body other than being dense as fuck. so it doesn't really hurts to tell her
>>5734711
>after she said to not touch anything
without her permission, anon. its implied

>>5734286
Wraiths are souls. Humanoids have souls. Cut off the hand. Cut off your soul hand? Empty of soul hand can get possessed by a wraith? Heck if I know.

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>>5733963
fore area could use more junk and I forgot to give cap's suite a shower but pretty happy with this. need to add missiles somewhere.

>>5734804
Interesting. Bigger than I imagined it. Cool.

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>>5734283

"It was a blade, most likely made from warp metal." You explain.

"Warp... metal?" She asks, bewildered. "As in, FTL drive cores? That material?"

"Precisely."

"I've... never heard of a weapon being made from that before. You didn't...?"

Yeah, you can tell from the tinge of fear in her eyes what she's thinking.

"The federation, yes."

She wants to facepalm so hard right now, but settles for wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist as she sighs.

"Why, exactly? What good does it do to piss them off?"

Lyna heads back to her toolbox, and this time comes back with a sonicator.

"What good does it do to sit here and wait for death? Did you think rescue was coming?"

She's about to start cutting Cylia's suit off when you stop her.

"It was supposed to be. Reinforcements from Dark Star, supposedly. Is that you, by any chance?"

Rolling Cylia over, you show her a zipper than runs along the back.
She rolls her eyes and starts stripping Cylia down, only to find that she's wearing a skinsuit underneath.

"...Seriously? Another suit? Is this more armor?"

"Not quite. Your scalpel will work on that."

As she continues peeling off Cylia's outer armor, she notices her physique.
You can see her looking Cylia over closely, and after the armor is off she even begins massaging her muscles.

"Incredible physique... i've never seen a Caithan with definition like this, even amongst their military. What sort of training has she undergone to produce such results?"

"Doctor. Her hand, if you would."

"Yes, but..."

"Doctor." You urge, just a bit more aggressively.

Lyna sighs, and takes the scalpel back to hand.
She carefully removes a segment of Cylia's skinsuit, up to the bicep.

After that, she prepares an area and injects what you assume to a local anesthetic, along with some antibiotics.

She takes a moment to disinfect her scalpel, then begins slicing the skin open along Cylia's forearm, exposing her muscles and tendons.
It's pretty nasty, and you don't particularly enjoy watching it. But Lyna seems to focus in on her work now, and begins a long, slow procedure that turns out to be quite interesting.

She had to fish out the severed tendons that had pulled back into her forearm, then use several different types of medicine including what she called an 'instant stem cell kit' to prepare the various tissues for reattachment.

All the important bits (such as nerves, veins and arteries) were manually reconnected, but the muscle and bone were essentially able to be 'glued' back together.
You've actually used some of that stuff on Cylia before, a type of injectable gel that can reconnect a cleanly broken bone in no time. Bone gel, as it's colloquially called.

The surgery takes two and a half hours, during which time you lock the joints of your suit and essentially just stand there, watching.
Lyna doesn't make any funny moves though, and completes the surgery without issue.

>>5735072
"Well doc, now that you're done, I can share with you that it's a special high-protein diet, combined with significant physical exertion and martial training in a high gravity environment.
"I have some basic training videos that you might find interesting that were used to depose an alien galactic overlord named Freeza."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDgGgORt69g

>>5735136
It's "Frieza" you dingus.
I have to deal with that misspelling all the time in SCQ, not gonna let it happen here too.

>>5735481
Exsqueeze me, the appropriate spelling is Freezer, thank you very much.
Freezie-pop is also acceptable.

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>>5735491
Frieze suckah! Hand ovah the freezie-pop!

>>5735481
Yeah I bet you say Cooler too, instead of Coola.

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>>5735491
LISTEN UP MONKEY. IT'S SPELLED F-R-I-E-Z-A. I AM NOT A KITCHEN APPLIANCE, NOR AM I A FROZEN TREAT.

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>>5735499

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXreA6jy2BE
mexican freeza >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the rest of the world

>>5735072

You watch as she swabs the edges of Cylia's surgical cuts with a medicine that promotes cell growth, then seals the wounds over with an antibacterial polymer film and finally wraps the whole forearm in gauze to protect it.

"It's done." She declares with a heavy sigh. "It'll take a day or two for the nerves to reconnect properly. Until then, her hand will be numb."

"That easy, huh?"

"Naturally. I take pride in my work."

Yeah, that's not really what you meant.
Back on earth, even if a limb is reattached it'll never be as strong as it once was, if you can even use it at all.

You'd be looking at a lifetime of disability. It's not really a matter of skill, but the incredible medicines she's using.
Those weren't the basics that you brought. It was the sort of thing you could only find in a hospital. Half that shit is infused with nanomachines.

"So, you never answered me before. Are you the reinforcements we were waiting on?" She asks, removing her gloves and scrubs.

Nearly her whole body seems to be covered in scales. The only stretch of exposed skin she has starts from just under her breasts, and continues down to her nethers.
She doesn't seem bothered in the slightest at undressing in front of a stranger, and you don't bat at eye at this point either.

"I am, in a sense."

"What sort of sense?" She asks, pulling on a fresh set of scrubs. "Who are you, really? I've never seen a mercenary with gear like yours before. Nor one willing to fight the federation head to head."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, obviously." She answers, again without hesitation.

Now fully clothed, she walks over to you and begins looking your armor over.
However, she quickly loses interest and goes back to checking Cylia out. She must be more interested in biology than technology.

"There's a saying on my homeworld. 'Curiosity killed the cat'. It's not always a good idea to stick your nose into other people's business."

"Yes, perhaps you're right. I simply can't help myself at times." She admits. "What fantastic bone density this girl has... and her muscles are like steel cables. I had trouble sticking her back together because of it."

"It's gravity training." You admit, hoping to appease her curiosity at least a bit.

"Gravity... you mean artificial gravity, correct? Of course, some military forces use intense artificial gravity to train their troops, yes. That makes sense. How high was it?"

You tell her, and although she doesn't seem shocked, she does raise a brow.

"I see. Perhaps that explains the elevated protein content in her blood. Muscle damage, high blood pressure, an enlarged heart... she must be living in those conditions near constantly."

Wait, seriously? Shit, that doesn't sound good.
Lyna, apparently having been satisfied with your simple explanation, begins to leave without another word.

>>5735965

>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.
>Leave it at that for now. You can all get a checkup somewhere else after things calm down.
>There's probably no need to worry about it. Sanig's been medicating everyone, right?
>Write-In

>>5735965
>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.

We probably should have considered this before.

>>5735966
>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.
SHIT

>>5735966
>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.

Yeah we better see how much is too much
>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.

>>5735966
>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.
that's why we should have gotten a doctor ages ago

>>5735966
>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.

0.8 gravity perhaps for the best after all for the crew. Maybe we need to ease off too. Gron cautioned us, and perhaps he had a point.

>>5736294
Going less than 1 G for us is detrimental to our health. Going outside of the standard for wherever your species was born is bad for your health in the long term. It may take months or even years to see it, but it adds up.

We just need to have our room be 1 G and the training areas be 1 G but everywhere else be less.

>>5736321
>We just need to have our room be 1 G and the training areas be 1 G but everywhere else be less.
Alternatively, we could just hook everybody up with gravity adjustment belts like Sanig wears.

>>5736327
It would be the ideal solution if we visit Earth.

>>5735966
>>Ask more about about Cylia's condition. You want to know if she, or the others, need treatment.

>>5735965

You stop her by placing your heavy hand on her shoulder.

"Hold it."

Lyna stops and turns back to face you.

"What do you mean her heart is enlarged?"

She smirks.

"Oh, it's nothing too serious... probably. An enlarged heart can be the result of intense and prolonged exercise, in which case it may not be an issue..."

"Or?"

You know that severe tissue damage can cause proteins to spill into the blood, causing all sorts of organ damage, particularly in the kidneys. If she's working out too much and damaging her muscles as a result, you need to know.

"Or, it could be the result of living in excessively high-gravity conditions, forcing her heart to pump harder in order to move blood around her body. It could also be protein buildup, or any number of other issues. Without testing, who's to say?"

You see what's happening here. Knowing what she's like, and seeing that look on her face. She's taken an interest in Cylia.

"How long would it take you to perform those tests?"

"Right now? It's impossible. I'd need more of my equipment from the hospital. All i have here are some basic tools, including the vitals monitor here."

She pats the machine Cylia's hooked up to with a sort of fondness, as if it's a beloved pet or something.

"And if you did have them?"

"Oh, it'd be no problem at all. A little injection of some exploratory nanomachines and we'd have our readouts in a matter of minutes."

Right... a lot of doctors use nanomachines to catalog any sort of damage or abnormalities rather than going in for surgery.
Theoretically, that's something simple enough that you could do it yourself, if you knew what kind of equipment you needed.

>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment, but keep it for yourself. You'll be able to use it on your carrier later.
>That's enough. You know about the issue at least, but you'd rather have your crew looked after by a different doctor.
>Write-In?

>>5736909
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.
's only fair

>>5736909
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.

>>5736909
>>Invite her to be on your crew
Guys why the fuck are we giving her so much with little to no gain? We are on a crisis and you want to do R&D with Cylia.
What she is developing are chronic diseases characteristic of young adults that go through intense excercise and consume creatin, protein, aminoacids, hormone therapy... only to die of a heart attack at 30 years old Rest in peace brazza and/or cause a glomerulopathy.

Our janitor is already on blood thinners. A band-aid solution is to get Cylia on those until the FUCKING STATION TAKEOVER ends. And we kill the mutants and burn the tumours. And we finish the carrier. And those insects that are now in the tunnels laying eggs... please let loose princess already she deserves the spotlight

>>5736909
>That's enough. You know about the issue at least, but you'd rather have your crew looked after by a different doctor.

We know what's up. We know to ease off on the high gravity except in our room until we can take over the station and get everyone checked out by a docter that doesn't set off our spidey sense.

>>5736909
>That's enough. You know about the issue at least, but you'd rather have your crew looked after by a different doctor.
I dont mind her being looked at by this doc but we probably have other things to work on and this is a non critical issue

>>5737011
>>5737291
we still need a doctor and she is unhinged enough to not give a damn of the partial horrors we do in the metal gear

>>5736909
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.
I mean, if we're not doing anything else at the moment, why not?
I don't get why people are so guarded towards her; she's talented, sharp, and curious. These are all good traits in a doctor. The only potential problem I could see with her is that of loyalty as we haven't had much interactions with her. Given what's currently happening, however, she can't be too pleased with the fed, and the fact that she's still here likely means she doesn't have much of a future in the federation any way. We just need to suss out her backstory and some loved ones and we should be good to go.
She seems like she'll be sticking around with how things are going, and while she may not join our crew, it's good that we "recruit" and get her invested in our side.

>>5737308
>I don't get why people are so guarded towards her;
because anons think she has a cloaca and she was too forward when we interacted with her. that's literally the only problem

>>5737308
>I mean, if we're not doing anything else at the moment, why not?
what the fuck

>>5736909
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.

>>5737314
Medical professionals aren't about this sort of thing, and even if she did have a cloaca (we just visually confirmed, anyway), what's the big deal? Conceptually the anus is more gross because a cloaca is actually meant for such purposes (among other things), and before people start complaining about bacteria, these alien habitats and the aliens inhabiting might as well be sterile as far as human biology is concerned. If anything she should be worried about catching something from us, considering how much of the human body is anything but "human".

>>5737449
Scalies get the rope. At least furries typically gravitate towards mammals. They should still get the rope.

>>5736909
>>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.

we can still loot the hospital later for stuff right?

>>5736909
>That's enough. You know about the issue at least, but you'd rather have your crew looked after by a different doctor.

We are in a middle of a fucking siege.
This IS a serious problem but we have to deal with immediate threats first.
Imo we should investigate this for all of our crew members, if possible immediately after this whole fiasco. We have to know if any complications could arise because of this if or when we visit earth or when operating in high G environments.

>>5736909
About looting the hospital, Im more on the side of letting the station dwellers keep the equipment.
Im thinking about scanning important equipment and other stuff even if its guarded by FED copyrights.

We could just jailbrake it with our other AIs since our crew members are already working on the carrier project.
We have plenty of competent AIs on hand
to try this, maybe get some pointers from Sanig and Kyla, just to get started.

Then share the acquired data with Dark star so they can use it to build it if need be.

>>5736909
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment from the hospital, while you're ferrying the patients to their cryopods.
Help her with her stuff.
>Offer to fetch some of her equipment, but keep it for yourself. You'll be able to use it on your carrier later.
Help ourselves to the medifabs.
Por que no los dos? Bring the trolley used for the meds with us.

>>5737611
Drone navy and army is fucking up the mutants. Dark star is hopefully working on something against the enemy fleet, assuming they're not worthless and or helpless.

>>5737638
>Dark star is hopefully working on something against the enemy fleet, assuming they're not worthless and or helpless.
i don't think they're worthless, but what can they possibly do? they're a bunch of outcasts and juryrigg stuff. what you're asking is the equivalent of wondering why the sommalian pirates don't directly assault a US navy vessel. the only one that is capable of infiltrating the ships is david and well, we are already dealing with an equivalent shitshow on the station right now

>>5737611
he gets it

>>5737611
The most reasonable take.

>>5736909

"I'll swing by the hospital if i can. If you prepare a list of-"

Before you even finish your sentence, she grabs a holopad and slaps it against your chest armor.

"Beautiful! Make sure you don't miss anything. In particular, there should be a trunk located in my office. Above all else, make sure that gets back to me."

"What does it contain?"

"Medicine, obviously. Oh, and and let me know if you see a man with red skin and arms that reach down to his feet."

"...Alive, or?"

"Well, he wouldn't be alive if he was still there. I'm afraid the evacuation was quite hectic. However, i'm certain you can handle a few mutants. Right?"

Lyna runs her pointer finger along the surface of your armor, flicking her finger up into the air and wagging it as she walks off to assist her nurses.
A short while later, she gathers up a few men and declares that they're moving the critical patients, at which point they run off to gather even more men.

Most of the patients are capable of walking with assistance, but those that aren't are either carried off by hand or on makeshift stretchers.

You'll have to radio ahead once again and inform Gildur of the situation.

And while that's all going on, you grab Cylia, who's still under anesthesia, and carry her back towards the ship, princess style.
You're forced to hand her off to Gildur when you get back to the apartment building though, as you can't get up the stairs and back to the ship without breaking something.

Stepping back outside while Gildur trudges up the stairs, you look around and simply don't see a good way up.
Well, except for one, maybe.

There's a ventilation duct on the side of the building. You try to climb it by digging your fingers into the metal, but it almost immediately detaches from the building. It won't support your suit's enormous weight.

"Shit." You curse.

Looking up, you see the sheet metal walkways bridging most of the buildings together.
Those clearly won't support your weight either. Maybe you could jump the gap? Honestly, you've never really tried jumping in this suit before.

Deciding to test it, you step out onto the street and pick up a bit of a running start, then overdrive the suit's servos and make a leap across flat ground.
It's... less than impressive. Although the trench you dig into the pavement on impact certainly is.

You didn't expect a fucking doorway of all things to be such a damned problem. Usually it's not, but here you are.

>Fuck it, head up the stairs and do your best kool-aid man impression.
>One of the buildings next to this one is slightly higher. You could probably make the jump from there.
>Gildur seems to be a pretty decent pilot. Just head up to the roof from a different building and have him hover next to it while you board.
>Write-In?

>>5738344
>>Gildur seems to be a pretty decent pilot. Just head up to the roof from a different building and have him hover next to it while you board.
Note to self: make all doors and airlocks on the carrier big-boy size

>Fuck it, head up the stairs and do your best kool-aid man impression.
Dude time isn’t exactly abundant right now, and the station is already torn the fuck up, who cares about a few broken walls

>>5738344
>One of the buildings next to this one is slightly higher. You could probably make the jump from there.
We don't necessarily have to land on the roof, a lower story is fine too, and we'll just force our way up the rest of the way. Just want to make sure we're not wrecking too many structurally important parts of the building (like door ways), especially near the bottom of the building.
Also, is it possible to jump up window-to-window (such as thrusting ourselves up with our arms via window ledges)? Or jumping between the walls between two buildings?

>>5738435
Door ways aren't actually structurally important. While you may need to worry about studs in the wall next to them, these buildings seem to be concrete commie bloc style. So the doorways probably don't have any load bearing parts near them. And even still, as long as you don't go through too many walls it'll be fine. You can knock out pretty much every single doorway in a building and it'll still stand. It's corners and center points of walls that usually have the most load bearing parts.

>>5738344
>>Gildur seems to be a pretty decent pilot. Just head up to the roof from a different building and have him hover next to it while you board.

>>5738344
I was gonna suggest climbing up something load bearing but I suspect anything built down in the shithole is China-tier lowest bidder grade calculated to bare minimum and not much more

It shouldn't take much time to have Gilder taxi us up, I trust the boy

>>5738435
You can try, but you're very, very heavy.

>>5738344

Calling Gildur up once again, you have him look around for a nearby building with a roof access that you'll actually fit through without causing any damage.
Fortunately there's one or two nearby that are tall enough for the Metal Gear to hover next to them while you board.

Still, you're forced to wait while the patients are being loaded. For about half an hour.

During that time, while you're sitting up on the roof, you receive a call from Asta, informing you that with the remaining federation ships having gone silent, they're choosing to land on the station and reinforce your crew.
The majority of the drone fleet remains outside, active and ready to fight, with only one or two sitting at the docks, acting as a control center for the killbots.

However, you order for one drone ship with plenty of empty cryopods to dock and prepare for loading of passengers.

The station is damaged and swarming with mutants, but the local crew and feds have been mostly wiped out, and things have gone quiet.
Had the station still been in good shape and fully crewed as it was when you left, you doubt things would have gone this well. You'd probably still be fighting.

Likewise, if you had come any later, the whole place would probably already be gone.
Well, not quite gone... but with no atmosphere and stripped of all it's critical facilities, it would have been no more useful or valuable than any other rock.

Now though, it's essentially yours. You do still have potential federation reinforcements to worry about, but it doesn't seem like there's another immediate threat.
That allows you to relax somewhat, but you're still on high alert. Anything could happen. You have no idea what fallback plans your enemies may have in place.

As Gildur slowly and carefully brings the ship around to the edge of the building and opens the cargo bay door, you make the short hop across and land with a thud, causing the ship to list towards the building from your weight.
Fortunately, Gildur is able to gain some altitude and keep the Metal Gear from striking the side of the building.

Once you're through the airlock, you immediately see three patients sitting around in the cargo bay, looking quite ill.
One man is missing an arm, and has burns on his torso, leading up his neck and covering part of his jaw. Another, a reptilian sort, is slumped over against a stack of boxes. He seems to have lost his eyes, but otherwise seems fine.

The third one is a heavily pregnant red-skinned woman sitting by the hall door, who clearly seems to lack any external injuries. She smiles gently and waves up at you.

Weren't you supposed to be escorting patients who were near death?
Well, whatever. You guess Lyna just wanted her out of there. It doesn't make any difference to you.

The medbay is where the remainder of the patients seem to have been loaded, 13 in total. And their conditions are far, far worse. You doubt all of them can be saved, speaking form experience.

>>5738781
magic of spess medicine though. We don't know just how good medicine is. Best leave the 'triage' to the space doc

>>5738781
Speaking about temporary peace, why dont we start arming the population with cheap but well made guns like Grease guns?
It might help reduce the mutant threat a bit.

We could get the materials from scavenging wrecks and appropriating fabricators from abandoned workshops.

Maybe Convert hovercars into technicals armed with coilguns. Put some makeshift armor on them too.

>>5738923
Finally, Toyota Hilux has achieved interstellar paramilitary status

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>>5738954
Aw fuck David probably knows the schematics for those by heart. We could totally make hover-hiluxes with mounted M2 Brownings.

>>5738923
with what industrial capacity? or time for that matter? we've been here for like 5 hours at most and the threat of the station destruction is still imminent. we just don't have the time to set up anything substancial

I would rather use our limited time and output to repair the killbots, thank you.

Why did you guys lose your shit when I said the name Arian? I have no idea whats the relevance. I like naming characters like Nena and Globo (tho it didn't stick)

>>5738781

You poke your head into the medbay while Gildur is flying you back up to the entrance.
Only about half of the patients in there are even conscious, with few of them caring enough about your presence to go through the effort of lifting their heads.

A lot of their wounds look like they were inflicted by mutants. Lots of cuts, scratches, acid burns and missing limbs. By all rights, they should be dead already. Lyna must have kept them going.
There are also some injuries that are clearly 'manmade' for lack of a better term. Phaser burns, knife wounds, and unfortunately a few plasma burns as well. You can only imagine a good few of those broken bones belong in this category.

Some of these injuries wouldn't be so bad if they were human, but they aren't. Those that are here are mostly predator species, but they still aren't human. They just won't go into shock and die quite so easily.

Chell, who's still strapped to the operating table, appears to be unconscious. Or perhaps he's simply asleep.
You'd like to ask Nena how she's getting along, but you don't want any of the people here knowing more than they need to, so you'll leave it for now.

You're about to go pester Gildur for a bit, when Kyla meets stops you in the hall.

"David, i finished replacing the components in your helmet." She says, offering the helmet to you.

"Thanks, but i can't wear it inside the power armor. Can you set it on my nightstand or something?"

"Ah, fine... geeze." She sighs.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing. I just can't stand this low gravity. I've spent so much time on the ship, i had forgotten how awful it is. I feel like i can't control my strength." She explains.

Ah, right. The gravity on the ship has been lowered for the patient's sake. You didn't really notice.

"Well, it'll be back up to full after... eh, well, maybe not."

You're considering turning the ship's gravity down, for the crew's sake as well. Maybe not all the way to station gravity levels, but maybe half a gee? or .7, like Cylia's homeworld.
Earth's gravity is just too high for anyone but Kyla or yourself. Sanig takes care of it in his own way, but Gildur and Cylia have just been living in it.

It's true they've gotten a lot stronger as a result, but it's not worth destroying their health for.
You might need to put them on a diet, as well. Your cooking might be more flavorful, but their bodies can't handle all the fat and carbs packed into whatever you cook.

Just as you're thinking that, Princess comes waddling out of your bedroom, dragging her belly along the ground.
She passes you by and heads for the mess hall, where she's got a big bowl full of scrambled dodo eggs waiting for her.

Yeah, you really need to do something about that. She's not just fat at this point, she's obese. Being stuck on the ship isn't good for her.

You can't help but sigh, thinking about the sorry state of your crew right now.
You gotta take better care of their health, for real.

>>5739466
holy shit, david shows some selfless empathy! whowoudda thunk

>>5739491
Daddy David makes an appearance, and not in a locker room.

Once things settle down, we could make a robot dodo for Princess to chase around an obstacle course.
As for the food situation, there's plenty of low fat and low carb options that are still plenty flavorful.

They just won't go into shock and die quite so easily.
this sounds like humans would go into shock and die not the aliens I thought that is how it works. No?

>>5739734
Non-predator species have a bad habit of simply dying out of shock when injured too severely.
That could mean getting shot, losing a limb, being burned or otherwise experiencing too much pain, or simply getting sick.

They die if you look at them too hard.
Predator species are much more hardy, but not on the level of a human.

Generally speaking, the harsher of a world you came from, the more pain and suffering you can endure without your spirit simply leaving your body.
Oddly enough, the dodos, being from a garden world with no predators or hostile bacteria, cannot easily die of shock. They never evolved that mechanism.

>>5739910
They may not die of shock itself, but their response to it (or lack thereof) is probably just as lethal in practice.
It's a little strange to think about again, but man...the rest of the Universe has had it WAY too easy.

>>5739062
I'm gonna guess because there is a fuggable lizard boy/girl named that in CoC

>>5739916
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLcyu0O7A98

>>5739992
what the fuck am I reading

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>>5739916
>>5739918
>>5739992

>>5740054
It's not real brother. It can't hurt you. It died when adobe killed flash.

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>>5740077
>when adobe killed flash

>>5740008
looks like armor definitions for some kind of porn game

https://archive.org/details/flashplayer_old

>>5739466

You prepare for the patient transfer by printing a couple of fabric stretchers on the weapons fab. They only take a few minutes each, so they're done well before you get back up to the docks.
And once you do arrive, you find that the Star-Fall has already docked there, and several crewmembers are idling about outside the ship.

According to them, Gron has already taken a team and headed for the control rooms. Apparently SHODAN has been in contact with him and his crew, and has informed them of the various threats and other critical information.
That just leaves you with offloading the patients, which Gron's remaining crew is happy to help with. Which is nice, because it would have taken a while otherwise.

Maybe you could have reprogrammed some killbots to help with it, but it would be more of a pain than it's worth. By the time you were done updating them, you could have finished loading them up.

The drone ship you called down for the job is sitting atop a large landing pad rather than sitting in the maglocks, apparently because the control tower was destroyed as soon as the assault began. So that's not working right now.
But that's fine. The landing platform still extends, and Gron's crew assists you and Gildur in getting the patients loaded up. The patients, however, do seem a bit wary of the whole thing.

After all, both the Metal Gear and Star-Fall are fairly patchwork-looking from the outside by now, with mismatched thrusters, patches done to repair battle damage, and in your case, a whole section of the ship has been replaced.
And then when they get to where they're going, they're met with a bunch of federation ships instead of whatever they may have been expecting.

Needless to say, some of the more lively patients took issue.

"No! No way in hell i'm getting on a fed ship!" A man screams. "You sons of bitches, you're trying to haul me off! I've been tricked!"

Although badly injured, he continues kicking and screaming even as Gron's crew try to pull him into the ship. He's going to end up hurting himself even worse, so you end up jabbing him with a hypo-spray full of sedatives.
The sedatives shoot straight into his bloodstream through the skin and are delivered almost directly to his brain, causing him to pass out in mere seconds.

However, the fit he threw and you having to sedate him has put doubt into the hearts of the others, who now look on with worry in their eyes.

>If i wanted all of you dead, i'd just kill you. Get moving.
>Yes, they're federation ships. They can be captured like any other, and they're ours now. No need to worry.
>I won't force you to get on, but your chances of survival are low as is it. If you enter cryosleep, we'll have time on our side. Your choice.
>Write-In?

>>5740631
>Yes, they're federation ships. They can be captured like any other, and they're ours now. No need to worry.

>>5740631
>If i wanted all of you dead, I''d just kill you. They're federation ships and they can be captured like any other. Now... I won't force you to get on, it's your life, but your chances of survival are low as is. If you enter cryosleep, we'll have time on our side. Your choice.
A really thorough argument is better in my opinion.

>>5740631
>Yes, they're federation ships. They can be captured like any other, and they're ours now. No need to worry.

>>5740631
>If i wanted all of you dead, I''d just kill you. They're federation ships and they can be captured like any other. Now... I won't force you to get on, it's your life, but your chances of survival are low as is. If you enter cryosleep, we'll have time on our side. Your choice.

lets go with all the options

>>5740631
>>I won't force you to get on, but your chances of survival are low as is it. If you enter cryosleep, we'll have time on our side. Your choice.

Informed patient consent or something.

>>5740631
>Yes, they're federation ships. They can be captured like any other, and they're ours now. No need to worry.

>>5740631
>Yes, they're federation ships. They can be captured like any other, and they're ours now. No need to worry.

>>5740631
>>If i wanted all of you dead, i'd just kill you. Get moving.
Aliens know submission

>>5740631

Your voice, low and growling through the power armor's voice modifier, booms as you speak to the crowd.

"Yes, they are federation ships. However, with enough effort, they can be captured like any other. These ships belong to us now, and you aren't going to be carted off to some federation camp."

Some of the patients look between eachother, seemingly looking for affirmation from one another before making their decision.
Several of them however, simply go ahead and walk up the ramp.

Two sorts, you reckon. Those who are simply too tired to fight, or those who already believe they're going to die.

Of those who can stand, four men and the pregnant woman from before still remain.

"...Can i really trust you?" One man asks.

"That's not for me to decide."

He seems annoyed at your response, but another man speaks up before he can complain.

"How do we know you're not just gonna kill us all once we're asleep?"

Stepping forwards, you brace up against the man. Ordinarily he'd be a head taller than you, but inside the suit you're a bit larger.

"Do you think i need to wait for you to sleep in order to kill you?."

The man nervously looks into what passes for 'eyes' on your helmet, actually just a couple of cameras behind some bulletproof glass.
His gaze drifts to the huge pack on your back, and the strange weapon slung over your shoulder. And then to the ships, and all the killbots and damaged buildings around him.

He looks like he's about to cry, but he stops himself.

"Whatever, man. Let's just do this."

You pat him heavily on the shoulder and walk past him, to face the last straggler.

"And what about you?" You ask the woman directly.

She smiles again. Her red skin and the horns on her head give her a sort of demonic look, but you get the feeling that she's a very gentle woman.
And of course, you don't sense anything unnatural from her. She just happens to look like that.

She gently rubs her bulging belly as she looks up towards you.

"I... don't think that miss Lyna would have sent us with you, if she thought you meant any harm. And besides, it can't be worse than being trapped down there, right?"

"You're probably right. Well, get a move on then."

You leave her and begin walking back to your ship, but she speaks once again.

"Thank you for rescuing us, Captain. I'm sorry, i have nothing left to repay you with."

Throwing your hand up, you wave her off without looking back.

"Hey, don't thank me till it's over."

...

Now back on your ship, you look over the empty medbay. Little streaks of fresh blood stain the floor here and there where the patients had laid, and Chell is still sleeping quietly.
Right about now, Gildur should be loading the last of the patients into their pods. After that, they'll do a few pre-programmed jumps out into deep space, and you'll have to go fetch them after this is all over.

But they'll be safe like that. If they stayed here, they might be in danger.

>>5740816

Now you just need to decide on what exactly to do next.

>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.
>See if you can get a status update from Nena. You don't know if it's a good idea to interrupt her or not, but you'd like to know how things are going.
>Leave everyone to their work and make your way to the hospital. Apparently it's completely overrun, so you'll need to fight your way through to get the supplies.

>>5740943
>>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.

>>5740943
>>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.
We can do this on the way to the hospital.
Sidenote, how do we feel about using neurotoxin gas inside the hospital to neutralize the mutants before we move in?

>>5740948
sure, but we don't even know if that will kill them, let alone harm them.

>>5740943
>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.

>>5740943
>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.

>>5740948
Toxins tend to have residuals, and how long they last is very unpredictable. Also we have to remember we're in an asteroid; a large, but still confined space (with no natural sunlight to boot). That shit will likely stick around until it's filtered either by a filter or a meatbag.

>>5740969
And then there's also potential survivors to consider...
Okay, WWI style chemical warfare probably isn't the way to go, but I don't want to have to try and clear every fucking room in the hospital.

why are you all mdfkers voting for he asked ME
>>5740939
>>5740943
Gron is gonna say "yeah shit's hard" and that's it, I doubt he knows anything special. And I remain against fetching for supplies so I vote for
>See if you can get a stuatus update from Nena

>>5740943
>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.

>>5740943
>>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.

>>5740943
>>Get a status update from Gron. It's been a little while, and resistance is almost non-existent, so he might be at the hidden control station already.

We should get a status report on those station defense lasers. Sanig gave them a head start but their engineers are going to make or break that play. Should we be pumping out bomb drones as a backup plan?

>See if you can get a stuatus update from Nena

>>5740943

While you're on your way to the hospital, you decide to bother Gron for a moment and see how things are going.

When you contact him, it seems that he's just finished clearing out that tower leading up to the hidden ward.
Apparently there were a good few station guards there, holding the place... but they were overwhelmed by the killbots and couldn't hold on.

"So, what was in the tower?" You ask him.

["Nothing much. It was an office building through and through, from what we could tell. However, it does also serve as the elevator to this floor. We've never been able to go up here before."]

"How are the streets looking up there?"

["Barren. Except for a Quadwalker or two aimlessly roaming the streets, i don't see any soldiers."]

"Quadwalker?"

["They're large, quadrupedal machines used for patrolling dangerous areas. Normally they aren't equipped with heavy weapons, but we've encountered one already, which had a plasma cannon mounted on it's chassis."]

"Oh, those. Yes, we had a couple run-ins with them as well. They look pretty heavily armored, so try to avoid them if you can."

["Naturally. I'll let you know once we're at the-"]

["Captain?"] A second voice interrupts, on the same channel. It's the voice of Vex, who should be tailing Elynderr right now.

"Vex? Has something happened? We haven't heard from you in a while."

["Yes, i'm afraid. Elynderr has been holed up in a hideout for the past two hours, and i wasn't able to find a way inside. However, now he seems to be making his way somewhere. I believe he's trying to escape."]

"Where are you both?"

["The uppermost ward. It seems to be an area reserved for the rich and powerful. You'll need to climb a tower in the-"]

"Yes, yes. I'm aware, we've already been there. Did you catch that, Gron?"

["I did."] Gron affirms. ["We'll split into two groups, and send one after him. Javan, you lead."]

You hear the snake-like woman affirming her orders faintly in the background.

>Just keep an eye on him for now. Don't stick your neck out until backup arrives.
>Don't let him off the station for anything, Vex. I want to stomp him a new asshole at the end of this.
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.
>Write-In?

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.
time to make him panic

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.

The noose tightens.

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.
Lets grab this fucker

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.
Might as well. David's blood holes are patched up right?

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.

>>5742045
>>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.

>>5742132
La Goblina did some first aid, rember?

>>5742045
>>>See if you can get ahead of him
Is it can't get ahead or can get ahead??

>>5742045
Try to figure out his route and cut him off. We can stay mobile and use the killbots to bog him down long enough for the big guns to arrive.

>>5742132
It would be good if he got checked out by a proper doctor but lizard lady ain't the one.

>>5742045
>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.
If the guy is trying to get off the station, we can just have a ship or two waiting on the surface to interdict him, or better yet, blow up his method of transport once he gets close enough to it for us to identify it.

On the ground front, we should reorganize our forces into sweeper teams, garrisons, and rapid response teams. Segment the space station into secured green zones, areas to be swept for survivors and major threats, and areas to be cordoned off for later. With the addition of checkpoints it would make control of the station more efficient, free up more forces, and make our response to threats more agile and effective.

>>See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can.

>>5742045

"Alright, Vex. See if you can't get ahead of him. Disable his ship, his hovercar, whatever you can get away with. Just slow him down if you can."

["Understood."]

...

Some time passes, and you get closer to the hospital.
At the same time, you get another call from Gron, who has arrived at the entrance to the hidden control facility.

["Captain, what on earth happened here?"] He asks.

"What do you mean?"

["There's a field of bodies outside the entrance. Burnt corpses, minced flesh. The surface here looks as if it's been peppered with micrometeorites."]

"Oh, that. We had support from the Metal Gear during our extraction."

["...You used ship to ship weapons on them?"]

"What, are you gonna bitch at me? There's no such thing as a war crime, Gron. There are winners and losers, that's all."

["That's quite an extreme statement, Captain. But i do agree, in this case. The Federation will afford us no mercy, so it would be foolish to afford them any."]

"Shooting someone in the head is pretty extreme, Gron. But we're doing that too. Don't go getting soft on me, now."

["I think we both know that i'm rock solid, Captain."]

That's... yeah, you're not gonna pounce on that one. Too easy.

It's not long before Gron calls back again, to ask about the absolute carnage at and around the turret control room.
Seems like that's where he headed first, together with a couple of engineers who can assist in repairing the EMP damaged systems.

Then you get yet another call once they reach the other control room, and discover the remains of your roomba bomb.
Gron and his crew, who can be heard retching in the background, seem more and more repulsed each time.

What the fuck did they expect? You're not taking prisoners, it's few against many.

You tell him as much, and although he wants to complain, he can't find good reason to do so.
Of course you used explosives. You brought them for a reason, and you won easily because you had them. It's the same with using the Metal Gear as support.

What, are you supposed to listen to your enemy's complaints? Of course they're complaining, they're losing.

"Captain, we're here." Gildur calls out.

You turn your head and look out the window. The hospital is there, and it looks...
Well, it's intact anyways. Many of the windows are broken, but the structure seems undamaged.

The real problem is down below. Swarms of mutants shamble around like zombies in front of the hospital, and you can see them inside the hospital through the broken windows as well.
There's too many to count. It's incredible, honestly. How did Lyna manage to make it out of here? Was it this bad when she left?

"Bring us a little lower, Gildur."

"Aye, Captain."

>Make use of the Metal Gear. Take out as many as you can with lasers and the main gun first.
>Just drop down and put your new gun and shield to the test.
>Call it off. This hospital is too overrun.
>Write-In?

>>5743328
Does the ship have external loudspeakers?

>>5743335
It does not, except for a small speaker next to the airlock.

>>5743338
Damn. I was gonna try and draw the horde out front for a more expeditious war crime and tell any survivors to stay put.
>>5743328
>Make use of the Metal Gear. Take out as many as you can with lasers and the main gun first.

>>5743328
>Write-in
>Use the anti-personnel lasers and the big lasers. Avoid extensive structural damage.
I remember the metal gear has smaller lasers to protect itself when it's parked. Those should go great...
Remember the gun-nuts expert tinkerer/creator we met a while ago? That one episode that featured a gimbal mounted heavy laser... on which station did it happen?

I still can't wait for this arc to end and for the planning to go back to earth to begin.
I want to see if the MC or us really can pretend to be some alien warlord that is fighting the federation, see if the US and UN are willing to support us through trade.
If we are Mercantile enough we can leverage the sheer tech advantage and explain how far in dept the entire planet would be if we sold them the devices such as the Fabricators not even the Materials just the Chem fab would in dept them into the billions maybe even trillions of Euros or Dollars, then give them services such as cleaning up the pollution in the sea and land for a price?
But then the question would be what would we gain in return?

Maybe while we wait for the QM to update the quest we can Brainstorm some Ideas?

>>5740939 What do you say?

>>5743398
i though the anon hivemind had agreed it was a terrible idea to elevate all of humanity and that it was better to handpick people to make a space colony.

>Just drop down and put your new gun and shield to the test.
>Use yourself as bait and lure as many away as possible then use the ship to mow them down, try to find a good place to use as a bottleneck first so you can attract them over to that location.

>>5743328
Is there roof access? Let's drop in from the top, fight our way down, and then get picked up from the roof again.

>>5743402
sorry that's what I meant as in tell them we wont try to sell anything to them due to how massive a dept they will rack up, then we can sell services such as pollution clean up and heal people from missing limbs or cancer and other types of difficult to cure or impossible to cure diseases.
My apologies for the misunderstanding I will endeavour to try better.

I also think we can troll the humans by offering to build them robot soldiers and just remake Terminators from the first 2 terminator movies, I think that would would be pretty funny.

>gron and co upset over the carnage
>tfw we were really tame compared to some of the common strategies that were employed on earth is ages past and even still today
They ain't ready for napalm and wily pete. Or proper gunship weapons on soft targets. Don't do that they say, oops my finger slipped the gunner says.

>>5743405
There is roof access, and it's big enough for you to fit through in your armor.

>>5743343
Your ship's arcjet thrusters are already making a lot of noise. The main gun would make even more than that, if that's all you wanted.

>>5743398
I always encourage my readers to talk, brainstorm and write-in as much as possible.
This quest is 100% OC Donut Steel, so any contribution just makes my job easier.

Of course i can't promise to use everything, but i generally try to incorporate as much as is reasonable.

>>5743524
>if that's all you wanted.
I also wanted any non-mutated sentients unlucky enough to be out here to hear our warning, but I suppose the most important thing is mowing down mutants like Viet Cong.

>>5743328
>Use the Metal Gear but stick strictly to laser fire to conserve ammo.

>>5743402
Fuck the anon hivemind lets conquer space for the USA and prohibit anyone else from getting into space (sorry Poland you're a real one)

>>5743563
>he doesn't know about the moon nazis

>>5743567
we will kill them too with the help of HOT alien girls and big ass guns

>>5743581
We can't handle the mecha cyborg hitler boss battle, man. He's too powerful with his jew-soul-fed-rotary cannon.

>>5743398
The one thing earth can give us is men. Both combatants and scientists. And one or two AIs that we know exist and are a secret...

QM, it's been twenty threads... what is a durkwa moment?

>>5743679
Clearly you aren't cultured enough to know.
You'll have to lurk space 4chan some more if you want to find out.

>>5743679
At least we can safely assume that the alien neckbeard that called us a durkwa has been eaten by redsang mutants by now.

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>>5743692
Perfect.

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Cp8qfKuUiYE is it related to this

>>5743328
>Write-In?
Depending on how large the structure is and where the equipment is located, we can isolate different floors off from lower ones by destroying the stairs (I assume that even if there are elevators, they aren't working). From there clearing out the floors of mutants (basic ones, at least) should be fairly simple now that we are in power armor. From there we can load the equipment onto the ship either through the side of the building or through the roof (all at once, so the ship can patrol around while we gather the equipment at a loading point, thinning out the crowd and intercepting any larger or more dangerous beasts that can bypass the stairs).

>>5743328
>>Just drop down and put your new gun and shield to the test.

>>5743328

"There's too many of 'em." You decide.

You'd run out of ammo before you could kill them all, and then who knows how long it could take to clear them out.
Who knows, you might end up being overrun. You'd like to think your armor would protect you until you could be rescued, but...

"It's alright, i've got a plan." You declare.

Calling Kyla over, you order her to sit on the turrets together with Dak.
The autocannon's already been used a few times, so you want to conserve ammo by sticking to the lasers. It's not like you're short on time here or anything, so it's fine.

"Just drop me onto the roof. Once i figure out where i need to go, i'm going to destroy the stairwell to prevent more of them from coming up."

"Are you sure, Captain? It looks like there's a lot of them inside." Gildur asks.

"Gildur, i've got a minigun on my back."

"Y-Yeah, i guess you're right..."

Gildur flies over to the hospital's roof and hovers just above the landing pad, allowing you to drop down without smashing through the ceiling.
As he flies off and the Metal Gear stars firing into the crowd down below, the three mutants that had been up here all focus on you instead of the ship.

You ignite your tower shield in response, and swing it down on the first mutant to charge at you.
The shield flashes with light and ripples in response to the force. You feel your suit bog down a bit as it draws a ton of power, but that only lasts an instant, and the shield holds.

What doesn't hold is the body of the mutant.

He folds in half, resembling something like a sausage that's been squished in the packaging. His internal organs spew out through his anus, and he's surely dead...
Only, he's not. Well, you're sure he will be shortly, but even in such a state, he's still trying to reach up and claw at you. These things really don't feel any pain at all.

The two remaining mutants stand side by side. They don't move until one of them roars at you, at which point both of them charge simultaneously.

It doesn't end any differently, though.
You swing your shield again, to the side this time. The crushing force of your blow shatters some of the mutants bones and sends it flying through the air, clear off the side of the building.
The other mutant you grab by the skull with your free hand and simply squeeze until you hear it pop. Normally that would be enough, but it continues to squirm in your grip until you close your hand entirely.

Half measures won't work when it comes to putting these things down. You have to either break them in such a way that they aren't a threat, or destroy the brain.
So your targets essentially boil down to the head, spine and legs.

Moving on, you head for the roof access doors to enter the building.
But you notice, these are just normal doors... not reinforced airlocks or anything like that.

You could probably roll this sheet metal up into a disposable club.

>Do it
>Stay barehanded
>Find something suitable to use inside

>>5744006
>Do it
We can always deposit it in a mutie's skull if we find something better inside.

>>5744006
>Do it

>>5744006
>Do it

>>5744006
>>Do it

>>5744006
Didn't we have a mace made at some point? Should just have Gildur drop it down to us.

>>5744267
I think it will fall through the roof just to get lodged in the floor... what a bother

>Stay barehanded
We will be fighting in god awfull tightness. I say we keep our hand avaible.

>>5744292
The good thing about hands is that they can just let go of the things they are holding at any time.

>>5744267
You do, but it's extremely heavy and you're already carrying a bunch of extra weight.
A rolled up sheet metal door isn't a proper weapon, but it's light and disposable by comparison.

Nevertheless, you could have him drop it onto the roof if you really wanted to.

>>5744298
holy shit
>>5744292 >>5744006
Changing my vote to
>>Do it

>>5744006
>Stay barehanded

>>5744006
>Do it
roll both them combined for extra thickness

>>5744006

With a grin, you start ripping one of the doors off it's hinges.
As it so happens, there was a mutant standing behind it, which immediately attacks you.

A lupine type. It's claws and teeth fail to find purchase whatsoever against your titanium armor, and you sling it to the floor before planting your foot firmly in it's gut.
Knowing that won't be enough to kill it, you raise the door overhead and bring it's edge down on the creature's neck with both arms, shattering it's spine at the neck and killing it.

You find that the door bent quite a bit from the force of the blow. As you suspected, it's just hollow inside, and seems to be made out of aluminum... kind of like a baseball bat.

Getting down on one knee, you grab one end of the door and grip it tightly in your hands, rolling the door up at a slight angle like a newspaper into a simple caveman club.
It's fairly lightweight and you won't feel bad about breaking it or tossing it on a whim, but you can still rip someone in half with it quite easily.

Setting it on your shoulder, it scrapes against the barrel of your minigun.
Yeah, you wouldn't have any room to holster your big boy club because of the ammo pack you're wearing, which blocks the magnetic holster you'd otherwise be using.

Sometimes solutions are as simple and easy as improvising like this.

As you pass through the one remaining door, you find an empty stairwell.
The roof here is of course used to medevac patients, so it should lead straight into the hospital from here.

...And it does. Actually, it seems to lead straight into the surgery ward.

And oh man, it's bad.
Almost as soon as you walk through the inner doors, you're swarmed by a dozen redsang mutants.

Some of them leap through the air and cling onto you, others seem to be injured and can't attack quite so ferociously...
There's one crawling along the floor. Looks like a paraplegic. Just how many people were using this shit?

It does numb the user to pain, so if someone had a chronic injury... well.

Nevertheless, you can't save them now. All you can do is put them down.
One massive swing of your improvised club knocks half a dozen mutants through the air, and you ignite your hardlight shield a moment later.

The shield igniting crushes one mutant beneath it, much like you crushed one with the door a moment ago.
You swing your shield and knock away a majority of the remainder, even crushing two of them between your shield and the hospital wall. Their skin sizzles and burns against the hardlight, but they can't feel it.

You plant your feet and press against the shield, crushing them until they pop. At the same time, one of the mutants recovers from being flung away by the bat and charges you again, alone.
You swing your club straight down on top of it's head, crushing it's whole body down into an unrecognizable mess.

Then you grab the mutant clinging to your neck and shoulders by the head, crushing it in your grip and flinging the corpse ahead of you.

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>the last thing most of these mutants will ever see
>pic related

>>5745006
If only we had witnesses to our The Raid reenactment.

>>5745062
On that note, I do wanna have some more impromptu hand-to-hand combat training sessions later. And not just with the regulars like Cylia and SHODAN either, I want a good variety of training partners. Anybody who's willing to scrap really.
That way we can experiment on different species and start creating a system to handle most, if not any, alien we encounter, organic, cybernetic, or mutant. It's a bit of a pain learning how to kill shit on the fly.

Can we get a scene at the very end of this arc of everyone reviewing this through the recording device that the MC has conveniently installed into his Armor?

>>5745095
Don't forget SHODAN can also just pull our memories out and save them as holovid files.
I imagine a lot of this footage is gonna be used for internal briefings, training documentation, and exposés on the Federation's treachery towards the outer rim.

>>5745101
Good idea. We need to set up a training facility somewhere and use our memories as material to teach new soldiers.

>>5745109
A dumb-AI that we plug a bunch of data into to generate training courses for each species would be cool.
We could also use that for personalized slurs.

>>5745129
>AI core dedicated to generating racial and speciesist slurs
I like it.

>>5745095
We should be getting some footage of this, huh?

>>5745288
Yes we should its evidence against the Feds and we can use it to warn Humanity in advance when we get there, so they know what is out there and what they will come into conflict with.

>>5745062
The boarding action in Astartes also springs to mind.

>>5745780
Speaking of, we should totally make something like a Caestus Assault Ram

>>5745779
I'm all for sending an extensive briefing document to each country's leadership, but only AFTER we take our pick of the litter for colonists.

>>5745799
We will drive our legion of CARs into everything, EVERYTHING

>>5745800
I suggest for Colonists to keep it to high IQ ethnic groups as well as a healthy genetically close, not racism levels of close, I would hope people will understand the reasoning .
For this plan of mine focusing on one ethnic group an example being Central Asian or South East Asia meaning Japan, Korea, China.
or instead West north South and east Europe this includes Greeks, Swedes, Ukrainian and Greenland this would also include those in the Anglo sphere. (USA, Canada and Australia.)

>The reason for this is for healthy and consistent. (there are some words that I don't know but I would like to explain my reasoning so anyone can help with that I will be very thankful.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nn__mS1YxzQ

>>5745843
Kike fodder complaining about whites procreating, what a shock.

>>5745843
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYm36nTvGu0

This mentions high IQ and trustworthiness.

>>5745835
I uh...yeah.
First picks are definitely gonna be David's old SF contacts though. Multiple individuals comparable to, or even more effective than David would be invaluable assets in the short term.

>>5745844
I meant genetic health in the sense of high trust and low genetic disseises.

>>5745006

The corpse is flung forwards into the crowd ahead, knocking over several mutants who were in the middle of getting back to their feet.
You brace your hardlight shield and charge forwards, crushing mutants underfoot, knocking them aside with your shield and smashing them with your makeshift club.

The fight doesn't even last a minute.
The halls of the ward are painted with blood and gore, but many of them are still squirming.

You don't know if any of them are conscious enough to realize what's happening to them, but you take another minute to end their lives with a merciful blow to the head.

After that, you pull up a 3D map of the hospital on your holowatch.
The information Lyna gave you included the location of the storage rooms and other places where the items she needs are located, so you know where you should be headed at least.

The elevators aren't working due to the power outage, but the emergency lights are still functioning indoors, albeit dimly.
Instead you look for another staircase, and this time there actually is one.

It seems someone tried to barricade the doors to the stairwell, but you can see quite clearly through the glass windows that he didn't make it. They tore him to shreds.

It's no effort at all for you to simply rip the door off it's hinges and kick all the stacked up garbage out of the way.
As you make your way down, you check the map again and find that this stairwell leads all the way down to the ground floor.

However, the materials you need are only from the third floor and up. Below that is mostly exam rooms, check-in stations and non-medical facilities like the kitchen and laundromat.

There don't appear to be any mutants in the stairwell right now, possibly because of the ruckus the Metal Gear is making outside.
The mutants are more likely to simply jump out of the windows than to take the stairs, which means you have a free moment to do your job.

>Just set explosives in the stairwell and bring it down at the third floor.
>Weld the doors and hinges shut with your sonicator. It might be enough to deter them.
>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.
>Write-In?

>>5745851
My apologies if I have offended you it was not my attention.

>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.

>>5745856
>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.

>>5745856
>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.

>>5745851
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0160289613000470#:~:text=Psychometric%20meta%2Danalysis%20reveals%20a,probable%20dysgenic%20trend%20in%20IQ.

>>5745857
Look man, all I'm saying is if you're gonna suggest something that's a stone's throw away from eugenics, you might as well just own it. Say it with your chest.
>>5745856
>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.

>>5745878
We said purge the kikes since day one.

>>5745988
And that's all well and good, I'm talking to that anon specifically about his attempts to pussyfoot around what he actually wants to say to try and save face with a bunch of anonymous retards.
Say whatever and say it LOUD.

>>5745856
>>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.

>>5745996
Give the newfag credit, he's namefagging like its his first night off Reddit. He'll learn.

>>5745856
>Weld the doors and hinges shut with your sonicator. It might be enough to deter them.
The sooner we get back with these supplies and move on to the next task, the better. There'll be plenty of time to completely clear the station out once we're done.

>>5745856
>Weld the doors and hinges shut with your sonicator. It might be enough to deter them.

If this is the quieter and quicker option. We'll have to clear the whole hospital later anyways. There's no guarantee that it'll stay cleared once we leave and we're on a bit of a time limit.

>>5745856
>>Just clear out the whole hospital. It might take a while, but it needs to be done anyways.
We are already here, plus the other solutions can be done without us and the armor

>>5745856
>Just set explosives in the stairwell and bring it down at the third floor.
We're just here to run a quick errand for someone, the issue of cleaning up these pests can be saved for later and be done by less important assets.
We're arguably the most capable individual in this crisis, we shouldn't be wasting time with janitorial work. There are definitely more important things we could be doing.
Besides, even if we clear out this particular building, there is no way to make sure it'll stay clear (unless we blow up the stairs) anyway. Save the thorough cleaning for later.

>>5746688
We definitely don't want to be bogged down here while Elynderr gets away. Something that important is best handled personally. And even if we did fuck around in the hospital and waste time here, I'd rather do that by sweeping the area for survivors after we get the necessary supplies.

>>5745856
>Weld the doors and hinges shut with your sonicator. It might be enough to deter them.

We need to finish this and get Elynder.

>>5745856

You consider things for a moment, and decide that it'll be better to clear out the entire hospital in the end.
The people left on this station are going to need more than what you can carry back on your own, and that means this place will have to be cleared out sooner rather than later.

What better time, and who better to do it than you, right here and now?
You're in your armor, and the Metal Gear is supporting you from the air outside, cutting down swaths of mutants by itself.

That makes your job as easy as it can get, doesn't it?

Gron's team will be arriving to support Sanig and SHODAN shortly, so you don't have to worry much about them anymore.
Vex and a few other Dark Star members will be taking care of Elynderr for you, so you don't have to worry much about that either.

And the feds sitting outside... well, they aren't moving. It's been a while already, and nothing's changed.
It could be that they're simply waiting on a contact from inside the station, which may or may not come. Maybe they won't be getting reinforcements.

It's not like they would have expected to need any, after all.

It could be that the troop transport ship out there is empty, or nearly empty. It might be the one that transported them here in the first place.
And they can't get near the station, because they know they'll be torn apart. So what are they supposed to do?

Well, all they can really do is try their luck against the drones, which is unlikely since most aliens aren't terribly suicidal, or fuck off to some other station nearby.
...Like Thekia. Might want to give Clank a call later, if the QED is still functioning properly.

Anyways, you've made your choice.

[/b]"Change of plans."[/b] You announce over the radio. [/b]"Let's clear the whole area out. It'll make things easier on us in the long run."[/b]

["Aye, Captain!"] Gildur replies back. It sounds like he's having fun with the laser turrets.

With new orders issued, you make your way down to the next floor and gently push open the stairwell doors.
On the other side, there are just a few mutants in the halls, but they seem agitated by all the noise. The sounds of other mutants who have been disturbed, now chittering and groaning and yelling.

They're looking around for the source of the disturbance, and then they see you.
It should be obvious what happens next.

A particularly large and muscular fellow is the first one to charge at you, and you respond by dropping your club to thrust your palm forward into his face, twisting your whole body as you force him to bend over backwards.
As his his head slams into and then through the concrete floor there's a slight resistance, you think, before his head pops like a watermelon and his body goes limp.

Another one rushes you a moment later. You turn your shield horizontally,using it's long lower half to sweep through the space in front of you as if it were an oversized blunt blade.

>>5746929

The edge of your shield catches the mutant in the abdomen, and upon impact with the wall his entire body is bisected. Still, his top half crawls towards you until you stomp down on it to finish things.

The third mutant though, doesn't come at you immediately. No, it stand there, watching as you tear the other two apart.
Although it's body has warped somewhat, it's still a figure that's very familiar to you. A female caithan, albeit a bit more hairy and muscular than you're used to.

She seems wary, and refuses to come closer.
Ah, is it because you're in a hallway?

You step out of the hall and into the lobby area where several longer hallways connect.

As soon as you do, the caithan starts moving. She slowly circles around you, inching closer and closer until finally, she leaps at you.
The difference between her and the other mutants is like night and day. She's at least as fast as Cylia is during your spars, if not faster.

Surprisingly, her claws actually manage to bite into your titanium armor and leave four scratch marks down your suit's right arm.
She twists her body mid-air, re-orienting herself and planting her feet against the nurse's desk behind you in order to kick off and leap at you again.

You rapidly turn and attempt to thrust the bottom of your hardlight shield straight at her, but she actually manages to grab the edge and force it down, allowing her to vault over it.

That's actually pretty impressive. That said, you noticed the claws on her right hand were ripped out and her hands immediately started to smoke and burn when she grabbed the shield.
Not that it matters to her, you suppose.

She tries to kick you in the head as she passes over your left shoulder, resulting in a broken leg as she makes contact with your armored helmet.

Still, she lands firmly in a squat on her unbroken leg, sliding to a stop behind you while balancing herself with her arms.
Although she can't feel the pain, she can definitely tell something's wrong, because she glances down at her leg to confirm that it's broken.

You wonder, has this woman retained some of her consciousness, or is she simply being driven by instinct?

>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.
>Hurry up and put her down. Even if she's capable of thought, she's still way too violent to keep around.
>Write-In?

>>5747619
>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.
I say we capture her for observation and study. We might be able to figure out why the nanomachines didn't have such a pronounced effect on her.
If there's some fatal flaw in their design, I want to know about it.

>>5747619
>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.

>>5747619
>Hurry up and put her down. Even if she's capable of thought, she's still way too violent to keep around.
She's just gonna get worse.

>Hurry up and put her down. Even if she's capable of thought, she's still way too violent to keep around.

>>5747619
>Hurry up and put her down. Even if she's capable of thought, she's still way too violent to keep around.

>>5747635
This. If there's a "cure", it's only useful for those still with a brain of sorts

>>5747619
Capture her alive.

>>5747619
>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.
>Try speaking to her - "You're not like the others, aren't you?"

>>5747635
+1

>>5747619
>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.

>>5747619
>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.
i wonder if this happened because she's a predator

>>5747635
time to XCOM the shit out of her
>>5747696
worse doesn't mean much when the power difference between us and her is akin a tiger to a kitten. i mean, she literally broke her leg while trying to kick us

>>5747619
>>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.

>>5747619
>Try to draw out the fight, see what she'll do next. Maybe this one is worth keeping alive.
From one of the conversations we overheard earlier, I think the nanomachines were part of a super-soldier program with an exceptionally high failure rate (or else, simply just a failed candidate for a super-soldier program).
Regardless, that this particular nanite can enhance a regular(?) individual to this level of performance in low grav makes it and this specimen something worth studying.

>>5747619
>>Put her down

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>>5747619

You decide to try and draw this out some more, to see if you can determine whether or not it's worth trying to capture her alive.

To that end, you toss your makeshift club aside and turn off your tower shield.
However, that only seems to rile her up even more. Her fur stands on end, and she hisses at you.

...Do they do that normally? You don't really remember Cylia hissing at you a lot.

In any case, you spread your arms wide and start walking towards her.
The mutated woman growls deeply before kicking off with her good leg, in order to bound off the walls like a rubber ball.

Since she's only using one leg that's some pretty impressive power, even considering the station's low gravity.
You might be able to do something like that without your suit on, but it would be taxing for sure. You're pretty bulky.

You stop walking and watch as she hops around a few times, but refuses to come directly at you. It's almost like she's looking for something...

And you guess she finds it, because she changes direction suddenly and lands right next to the club you dropped.
She grabs it with both hands and swings it with considerable force, landing a solid blow on your helmet that rings both it and the club like a bell.

Of course, it does absolutely nothing to you on the inside, but it may have left a scratch or two on the surface.

She goes in for another swing, but this time you grab hold of the club with your right hand and use it to pull her towards you, where you deliver a (relatively) light punch to her gut.
It still sends her flying back into the nurse's desk, which breaks on impact. She continues tumbling through it and into the little nook area before coming to a stop against the far wall.

Seeming dizzied but otherwise unperturbed, she quickly crawls along the floor such that the counter hides her body from view.
In the few seconds it takes you to walk over there and peek through the hole you'd made, she's disappeared.

Well, you know better than that. She must have crawled out through one of the actual entrances.

Moments later, you feel something on your back. You can't quite turn your head far enough to see her, but you can see that she's currently trying to stab you in the neck with a scalpel.
You're not sure where she got that, but you think you've just about got an idea of her by now. Just reaching over your shoulder and feeling her leap off your back to escape is enough to confirm it.

Tool use. Conscious thought. Self-Preservation.

She's proved that she's retained all of that, at least to some degree.
She may be as feral as a wildcat right now, but who knows. Maybe you can calm her down.

And if not... well, she'll still make a good case study.
The only problem now is, how the hell do you capture her?

>You'll just have to break her arms and legs. She won't give up as long as she can still move.
>This is a hospital, isn't it? There must be some sedatives in one of these rooms.
>Just try to grab her. She can't hurt you.
>Write-In

>>5748823
>Chokehold. She won’t be a problem once she passes out, and nothing you’ve seen shows these mutants as being able to keep going without oxygen.

>>5748823
>>Chokehold. She won’t be a problem once she passes out, and nothing you’ve seen shows these mutants as being able to keep going without oxygen.
Yeah, might be the best option. I bet that these mutants are highly resistant to various tranquilizers. Besides, most tranquilizers here are probably very dilluted, making them even less effective.

>>5748823
>>You'll just have to break her arms and legs. She won't give up as long as she can still move.
she already got one of her limbs out of commision. what's another three?

>>5748823
>Tool use. Conscious thought. Self-Preservation.

for some reason that made me think that she could be in a "bad trip" of sorts. maybe there is a way for us to calm her after all, or at the very least wait her until she eventually runs out of energy to do anything.