||Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. The following personnel please report to the Observation Deck
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The man showed no signs of immediately regaining his fight, so he didn't offer much resistance at being tied up. He did, however, moan a little as he was moved.
The report was filled with excited (well, as excited as scientists trying to be professional got, anyway) descriptions of the sea life around the station, particularly centered in the nearby deep sea trench. There were photos -- many, many photos -- and also an additional section on crew health, added almost as afterthought. It was unclear if the report itself was written by this Dr. Abel, but it was his signature signing off on it at the bottom.
Well, looked like Sunshine wasn't gonna wake up anytime soon. Maybe he'd hit him too hard?
John got to his feet as Jamie wandered over with the datapad, throwing a glance back at their prisoner before he checked out their haul. It looked like the typical B Movie science technobabble -- and he was saying this as a scientist (his field wasn't exactly marine anything) -- and he almost missed the part at the end. Something about the crew. Physicals or mental health checkups or whatever. John motioned for Jamie to cycle back to that.
If there was something in the health checkup results that was out of the ordinary, it was difficult for a non-doctor to tell, since most of the information consisted of a string of readings, measurements, and scan results. However, a small addendum was included for one crewman, who had apparently been bitten by one of the lifeforms brought back as a specimen.
While Jamie's eyes glazed over a bit at some of the readings - he's no doctor either - they do fix on the addendum, and the mention of possible military applications. A faint frown appears. Weren't these people supposed to be on some sort of a survey mission? Was that what they were looking for?
"Look, I say we take this back with us and show the others. It could be useful."
And maybe one of them will be able to decipher the readings and such to see if there's anything odd about those. As long as John doesn't raise any objections, he can store the datapad in his sporran for now, at least until they have a chance to meet up with the others.
He glances over at the unconscious crewman, who still seems to be out cold, lips pursing. "I don't suppose you've something that we can use to wake him up any time soon? Might be as he's calmed down some now."
John had no problems with Jamie's plan. It was logical. John liked simple and logical. Less likely to go wrong if they did the right thing and reported this instead of thinking they could play heroes and solve this themselves.
He threw a glance at Sunshine.
"Slap him awake? But honestly, it's probably better he wakes up on his own terms. If we're over him like that, it'll probably set him off."
Or that was what any normal person would do. Any normal, freaking out person. John thought he could empathize, except for the part where you started taking axes to people.
No smelling salts, then. John had a point, though. If they were crowding him when he did wake up, there was a good chance he'd go right back to trying to kill them again.
Granted, if John was half-way decent with knots then that'd not be a problem. But Jamie had no idea if he was or not. For all he knew, the crewmember would be able to get free easily - but he did think, at least, there'd be some warning if he did, given how much the man had been babbling about not wanting those tests. He wasn't too worried.
"Aye," he said, slipping the datapad into his sporran for the moment. "I suppose we've not got much else to do but wait." He moved over to the plastic sheeting the crewman had been hiding behind, reaching a hand out to push it out of the way.
Behind the plastic sheeting, there was... well, a sort of rat's nest of collected papers, taped up all over the walls. Some of them were old status reports, scribbled over with paranoid ramblings and childishly scrawled drawings.
There were drawings that looked suspiciously like that organism Erhart had peeled off of the dead crewman in Crew Quarters. There were looming, black, indistinct figures menacing smaller human ones. Even one almost entirely blackened picture that seemed to depict some kind of abyss, only offset by a few small, frail figures shunted off to the side.
"That's not at all creepy," John grunted. "So Van Gogh here ran into critters."
Of course it was critters. It was always critters. Why'd it have to be snakescritters?
He reached down to collect the drawings. Like the datapad, they should probably should this and their prisoner to the others and see what they had to say. Jamie at least wasn't freaking on him, which he had to say was pretty nice because he could use someone who was chill about weird stuff like this happening.
"Aye. Unless he's just gone daft for some reason." Which, granted, the man was swinging an axe at them. It's not entirely outside of the realm of possibility, although the drawings of that wee beastie do look fairly detailed...
Well, maybe the others would know what to make of them.
"Do ye want me to take those as well?" he asked, with a nod towards the papers. He's got the room in the sporran, so it might be easier that way. If John would rather hang on to them, though, that would be up to him. Either way, he's going to finish his sweep of the area. "Think that might be the last of it, though."
He glances over at the unconscious crewman, who still doesn't seem to show any signs of getting up, and sighs. "Now what?"
Sunshine sleep-mumbled something about tests, but did not get up. Well, maybe he needed his beauty sleep, anyway; it wasn't as if it looked like he'd been getting much recently.
The report was filled with excited (well, as excited as scientists trying to be professional got, anyway) descriptions of the sea life around the station, particularly centered in the nearby deep sea trench. There were photos -- many, many photos -- and also an additional section on crew health, added almost as afterthought. It was unclear if the report itself was written by this Dr. Abel, but it was his signature signing off on it at the bottom.
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John got to his feet as Jamie wandered over with the datapad, throwing a glance back at their prisoner before he checked out their haul. It looked like the typical B Movie science technobabble -- and he was saying this as a scientist (his field wasn't exactly marine anything) -- and he almost missed the part at the end. Something about the crew. Physicals or mental health checkups or whatever. John motioned for Jamie to cycle back to that.
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If there was something in the health checkup results that was out of the ordinary, it was difficult for a non-doctor to tell, since most of the information consisted of a string of readings, measurements, and scan results. However, a small addendum was included for one crewman, who had apparently been bitten by one of the lifeforms brought back as a specimen.
Fascinating findings. Should classify.
and then, just below that:
Milit. applications?
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"Look, I say we take this back with us and show the others. It could be useful."
And maybe one of them will be able to decipher the readings and such to see if there's anything odd about those. As long as John doesn't raise any objections, he can store the datapad in his sporran for now, at least until they have a chance to meet up with the others.
He glances over at the unconscious crewman, who still seems to be out cold, lips pursing. "I don't suppose you've something that we can use to wake him up any time soon? Might be as he's calmed down some now."
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He threw a glance at Sunshine.
"Slap him awake? But honestly, it's probably better he wakes up on his own terms. If we're over him like that, it'll probably set him off."
Or that was what any normal person would do. Any normal, freaking out person. John thought he could empathize, except for the part where you started taking axes to people.
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Granted, if John was half-way decent with knots then that'd not be a problem. But Jamie had no idea if he was or not. For all he knew, the crewmember would be able to get free easily - but he did think, at least, there'd be some warning if he did, given how much the man had been babbling about not wanting those tests. He wasn't too worried.
"Aye," he said, slipping the datapad into his sporran for the moment. "I suppose we've not got much else to do but wait." He moved over to the plastic sheeting the crewman had been hiding behind, reaching a hand out to push it out of the way.
"Might as well see what's behind this, then."
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There were drawings that looked suspiciously like that organism Erhart had peeled off of the dead crewman in Crew Quarters. There were looming, black, indistinct figures menacing smaller human ones. Even one almost entirely blackened picture that seemed to depict some kind of abyss, only offset by a few small, frail figures shunted off to the side.
They probably all belonged to Sunshine.
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Of course it was critters. It was always critters. Why'd it have to be snakescritters?
He reached down to collect the drawings. Like the datapad, they should probably should this and their prisoner to the others and see what they had to say. Jamie at least wasn't freaking on him, which he had to say was pretty nice because he could use someone who was chill about weird stuff like this happening.
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Well, maybe the others would know what to make of them.
"Do ye want me to take those as well?" he asked, with a nod towards the papers. He's got the room in the sporran, so it might be easier that way. If John would rather hang on to them, though, that would be up to him. Either way, he's going to finish his sweep of the area. "Think that might be the last of it, though."
He glances over at the unconscious crewman, who still doesn't seem to show any signs of getting up, and sighs. "Now what?"
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