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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 14, 2005 17:37:27 GMT -5
"Well, lead the way Professor. The three of us will be right with you."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 14, 2005 18:18:28 GMT -5
"Very well," Wartmon says, then motions with his finger, "follow me." The scientist then leads Staan and the two mammals to an elevator, and gets in with them. "In lieu of visiting the infirmary, gentlemen, I thought we should visit a place where we can get more immediate results on whether or not anything is wrong with you. In this case, the Secret Lab!"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 15, 2005 3:08:51 GMT -5
"Oh joy."
The elevator doors close with a hiss and the descent begins.
"Professor. Has the Commander had contact with this mammal before? They seemed to recognise each other."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 15, 2005 11:25:53 GMT -5
"Dr. Frankenstoat?" Wartmon asks, pausing to press a series of buttons on the elevator control panel. "Oh, yes, I should think so. Frankenstoat has been a thorn in our sides for quite some time, after we, as he put it, 'laughed at him'. His problem is that he has no practical business sense. Most of what he invents has only one purpose: to kill things. And as you said yourself, Captain Staan, it is pointless to destroy that which we seek to possess."
Once they arrive, the elevator doors open directly into a massive underground laboratory with seemingly endless banks of computer monitors and machines, tables topped with intricate networks of glass tubes and globes with various bubbling concoctions, rows of tall, cylindrical tubes filled with a clear green liquid - some containing mammals, a few other toads! - and, of course, toads in lab coats scurrying about doing science-type stuff.
Cryer and Rusk gawk at the sight, Rusk immediately rushing towards one of the large tubes and looking at the mammal floating inside, a dog in just his boxers wearing an oxygen mask with IV tubes running into various places on his body. Cryer steps up beside his partner, and says, "Wow, is he, uh, dead?"
"No, fool," Wartmon grumbles. "None of them are. They're being stored in stasis until I have need of them. Now then, gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, follow me. You too, Captain Staan." He beckoned with a finger and led the way through the cavernous facility.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 15, 2005 11:55:05 GMT -5
Staan spends a moment gazing around the laboratory, admiring the sophistication of the design. Then he strides after Wartmon.
“I said it was pointless to destroy whole planets. A certain amount of destruction is inevitable when building an Empire. That said, I did rather get the impression that Frankenstoat would be a bit too… random for my tastes.”
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 15, 2005 13:36:36 GMT -5
Wartmon leads them to a rear examination room, which is occupied at the moment, with two toads in lab coats strapping a screaming raccoon to a wheeled operating table. Wartmon frowns, and clears his throat, which they somehow hear over the screaming. "Hey, Charlie, take a break, huh? I need to borrow this room."
The two lesser scientists quickly vacate. Frowning, Wartmon then grabs the gurney with the unfortunate raccoon and shoves the whole thing out the door, which he closes once Staan, Cryer, and Rusk are inside. "My apologies, gentlemen," he says, walking to a table and selecting a syringe, "some of our lab tech trainees are a little overzealous. Now then, I'll need blood samples from all of you, beginning with you, Captain, since you're most ar risk, I should think."
TBCB Staan
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 15, 2005 15:34:33 GMT -5
“Of course.”
Staan doffs his uniform jacket, revealing his undershirt as well as his own well-muscled body. He holds out his arm.
“It’s nice to see recruits who are so enthusiastic about their work. I must ask that you try to keep wastage to a minimum while I am here, however. I may have need of the subjects of their work. In tact. And lucid.”
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 15, 2005 15:53:13 GMT -5
"Indeed," the scientist says, not one for small talk as he swabs a small spot on Staan's arm and then jabs the needle into it and draws some blood into the syringe. After removing the needle and applying a bandage, he gets repeats the process with Cryer and Rusk. Rusk doesn't seem fazed by it, but the germophobic Cryer winces rather painfully. "Oh, relax, furball," Wartmon snaps, "you're lucky I even bothered to use the alcohol!"
"Now, then, I'll send these down to the lab, and--" he pauses, and chuckles. "Oh, wait, we're already in the lab. Silly me. I'll just have one of his assistants run these through the pathogen analyzer." He summons one of the toad lab techs from before, giving him the three blood-filled needles in a small instrument rack, instructing him, "Report any abnormalities, and be sure to use the Master List!"
"Yes, Professor," he says and scurries off.
Cryer watches him go, nervously rubbing his arm where the bandage is. "What's the... Master List?"
Turning back to Staan and the others, Wartmon explains, "The, uh, Master List is our ever-expanding database of diseases and so forth invented by that maniacal Frankenstoat."
TBCB Staan
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 15, 2005 16:00:07 GMT -5
Staan takes this in.
"Ever expanding? Are you telling me that this Frankenstoat has released several pathogens against this facility, and still remains at large?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 16, 2005 16:46:13 GMT -5
"Of course not," Wartmon said, "don't be foolish. This is the center of the Empire's bio-research division. Just because he have samples of a disease doesn't mean it was necessarily released here. In any event, you're half right. Frankenstoat has attacked other facilities of ours throughout the Aniverse, and remains uncaught."
Wartmon began to pace back and forth, arms folded behind his back. "He's a slippery little bugger, that one, and he knows it, what's more. His ego is the size of a planet." He paused, tapping his lower lip in thought. "Then again, so is mine, but that's neither here nor there."
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 16, 2005 17:23:25 GMT -5
"He sounds like a serious problem. Fortunately for me - assuming you give me the all clear - he isn't mine."
Staan puts his jacket back on.
"Could you ask one of your orderlies to do something about the glass embedded in my face? I'd like to get it out before it causes lasting damage. You might be able to collect some of the infected slime from the pieces."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 16, 2005 19:05:04 GMT -5
"Of course," Wartmon said, "and regardless of whether there's lasting damage, our clinic here can fix almost any tissue damage."
Cryer, meanwhile, was nervously chewing on his fingernails, looking out onto the main floor of the laboratory via a viewing window in the examination room, which was in fact a one-way mirror, at the scientists and technicians experimenting on various hapless mammals.
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Post by Dragonie on Mar 17, 2005 1:45:11 GMT -5
"looks like you've been having some problems, haven't you?" says a voice from the wall, as the 'being' crawls down the wall to the floor, "your not going to like anything coming from Frankenstoat. I would know, i was... well that is for another time."
As the form walks out of the shadows, it becomes apparent that it seems to be a cross between a Toad, and a wolverine, with hints of other things in there as well.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 17, 2005 2:02:35 GMT -5
Staan sits on a bench while a medic with a magnifying glass and tweezers works on his wound. For the first time since Frankenstoat first appeared he looks unsettled.
"I'm sorry... I'm new here. Who are you?"
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Post by Dragonie on Mar 17, 2005 2:15:27 GMT -5
"Tabyius." the replie is some how a privet joke in how it is said, "And that," pointing to the wound, "is going to hurt like..." looking and gesturing at the mammals through the window, "well you get the point. then again not like that is going to matter when the moon reaches it peak." and with that Tabyius ends up going in to a fit of giggles that cause the fur around its neck to ruffle up, stoping Tabyius smoothes the fur down.
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