Post by PAX Lawbringer on Jun 24, 2019 13:00:15 GMT -5
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Dawn Patrol Paragon City HQ June 21st
“You know what I think Ernesto?” The two men dressed in the uniformed coveralls of the maintenance/repair department were lounging for a moment with a cart loaded with tools, equipment and supplies for their job between them.
“I don’t know, what do you think Bertram?” The shorter pudgy man responded to the tall thin one.
“I think that these Patrollers go off, fight the good fight, get all the accolades but when the coffee maker isn’t heating the water hot enough, a monitor goes on the fritz, or heavens above, the toilet backs up from one of their super poops; who do they call?” Ernesto frowns a moment.
“They call us Bertram.” He answers.
“That’s right.” The tall man nods to his companion. “And you know what that makes us?”
“The guys who know where the plungers are kept?” The tall man frowns at his companion.
“No. It makes us the REAL HEROES around here.” He gives Ernesto a sharp nod.
“But I thought-“
“Oh, never mind!” Bertram says waving an arm dismissively at Ernesto. “So, what’s next?”
Ernesto consults a tablet. “Let’s see- air flow is impeded in section Zed Zed Alpha junction 3, Lamedh deck.”
“See this what I’ve been saying. All new construction means all new problems. Nothing works right out the gate cause it’s all made by the lowest bidder out of cheap materials. Now give me something older, broken in and built to last.” The pair move off Ernesto pushing the cart behind the opinion spouting Bertram. On Lamedh deck the pair find the offending section.
“Look at this Ernesto.” Bertram is looking at the design schematics on his tablet. “This section is all original construction.” He shakes his head. “Why’d they bother to keep it?” Ernesto shrugs.
“Maybe they decided to save some money by using something already in place.” Ernesto began checking the cart for a flashlight.
“I swear! Trying to integrate old outdated materials with modern advanced new ones? No wonder the air flow is impeded I’ll bet the ducts have different diameters and are only fitted together with duct tape!” Bertram bends down looking at the large air intake vent on the wall near the floor.
“But Bertram,” Ernesto says looking confused. “You just said-“
“I know what I said.” Bertram responds with an annoyed voice. “Now grab that flashlight- come on, come on.” Ernesto hands Bertram the large utility light. “No no, a screwdriver! How am I going to remove the screws and open the vent?” Ernesto takes the light and looks over at the vent.
“But there aren’t any screws Bertram.”
“Not any screws… Hey this thing isn’t screwed on!” Bertram shakes his head. “See why they need us. No one even secured this vent. Why anyone could just come along and climb inside.” Bertram pulled the vent cover off the wall setting it aside. He looked at his portly companion. “Well?” With a nod, Ernesto hands the flashlight back to Bertram. The tall man looks at it and hands it back. “Ohh get in there.” He points to the open vent. Ernesto shrugs and gets down on hands and knees and clambers awkwardly inside. There is silence for a time. “Well? Do you see the problem?”
“Yeeaaah. I see the problem.” Ernesto’s voice echoes out of vent.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What’s the problem?” There is silence a moment.
“I think we need to call in some experts.” Bertram frowns and leans over to shout into the vent.
“We ARE the experts!”
“Experts!” Ernesto reiterates. “Or exterminators. Look I’m coming our Bertram.” The tall man stands up letting his companion back out of the vent, his uniform smudged with the accumulated dust of years of neglect.
“What the hell did you see in there?!?” Bertram demanded.
“A giant green egg watching a teeny-tiny TV.” Ernesto says. They both look into the vent to see the pulsating egg sac illuminated by the flashlight.
Daleth Deck - Medical Section
The large deep green egg sac was sitting on the medical scanning table. The on duty medical office Dr. Pavel Novacek, an older man but still in his prime reviewed his findings on a tablet and turned to address the assembled members of the Dawn Patrol.
"In my considered medical opinion, it is an egg." He pronounced in his gravelly voice. There is a pause as if this is all he is going to say about it. "From scans it appears that there is something inside, the retired Patroller PAX Lawbringer." He consults the tablet again. "As for opening it? I don't know, maybe we should just let it hatch." The good doctor gives a slight shrug. "Then again maybe you should ask THIS guy." Pavel reaches out prying the gleaming clear crystal with it's looping video. The effect is immediate. With a shudder the egg's skin darkens to black and parts like a slimey flower opening its petals spilling a thick jelly like rancid smelling green and red fluid across the table and onto the floor. A curled up Lawbringer flops out bonelessly splashing the vile smelling goo onto the people around the table. "Oh!" Says the surprised doctor, his face and coat splattered with the stuff. "I guess that problem's solved." He says drolly. On the table the body is still and unmoving, but then arms struggle to lift the body up into a sitting position. He appears to be making a coughing motion then several jets of more fluid squirt out from under his arms. Once these stop he seems to calm down a bit, hed begins to swing his helmeted head with its glittering red multifaceted eyes around the room in alarm. Lawbringer's mouth, usually sealed behind his helmet's face plate, begins working. The spiked lateral grippers clack together menacingly, while the smaller slicer parts buzz as they speedily begin to vibrate and other parts move and wave making chittering noises as well.
Dawn Patrol Paragon City HQ June 21st
“You know what I think Ernesto?” The two men dressed in the uniformed coveralls of the maintenance/repair department were lounging for a moment with a cart loaded with tools, equipment and supplies for their job between them.
“I don’t know, what do you think Bertram?” The shorter pudgy man responded to the tall thin one.
“I think that these Patrollers go off, fight the good fight, get all the accolades but when the coffee maker isn’t heating the water hot enough, a monitor goes on the fritz, or heavens above, the toilet backs up from one of their super poops; who do they call?” Ernesto frowns a moment.
“They call us Bertram.” He answers.
“That’s right.” The tall man nods to his companion. “And you know what that makes us?”
“The guys who know where the plungers are kept?” The tall man frowns at his companion.
“No. It makes us the REAL HEROES around here.” He gives Ernesto a sharp nod.
“But I thought-“
“Oh, never mind!” Bertram says waving an arm dismissively at Ernesto. “So, what’s next?”
Ernesto consults a tablet. “Let’s see- air flow is impeded in section Zed Zed Alpha junction 3, Lamedh deck.”
“See this what I’ve been saying. All new construction means all new problems. Nothing works right out the gate cause it’s all made by the lowest bidder out of cheap materials. Now give me something older, broken in and built to last.” The pair move off Ernesto pushing the cart behind the opinion spouting Bertram. On Lamedh deck the pair find the offending section.
“Look at this Ernesto.” Bertram is looking at the design schematics on his tablet. “This section is all original construction.” He shakes his head. “Why’d they bother to keep it?” Ernesto shrugs.
“Maybe they decided to save some money by using something already in place.” Ernesto began checking the cart for a flashlight.
“I swear! Trying to integrate old outdated materials with modern advanced new ones? No wonder the air flow is impeded I’ll bet the ducts have different diameters and are only fitted together with duct tape!” Bertram bends down looking at the large air intake vent on the wall near the floor.
“But Bertram,” Ernesto says looking confused. “You just said-“
“I know what I said.” Bertram responds with an annoyed voice. “Now grab that flashlight- come on, come on.” Ernesto hands Bertram the large utility light. “No no, a screwdriver! How am I going to remove the screws and open the vent?” Ernesto takes the light and looks over at the vent.
“But there aren’t any screws Bertram.”
“Not any screws… Hey this thing isn’t screwed on!” Bertram shakes his head. “See why they need us. No one even secured this vent. Why anyone could just come along and climb inside.” Bertram pulled the vent cover off the wall setting it aside. He looked at his portly companion. “Well?” With a nod, Ernesto hands the flashlight back to Bertram. The tall man looks at it and hands it back. “Ohh get in there.” He points to the open vent. Ernesto shrugs and gets down on hands and knees and clambers awkwardly inside. There is silence for a time. “Well? Do you see the problem?”
“Yeeaaah. I see the problem.” Ernesto’s voice echoes out of vent.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“What’s the problem?” There is silence a moment.
“I think we need to call in some experts.” Bertram frowns and leans over to shout into the vent.
“We ARE the experts!”
“Experts!” Ernesto reiterates. “Or exterminators. Look I’m coming our Bertram.” The tall man stands up letting his companion back out of the vent, his uniform smudged with the accumulated dust of years of neglect.
“What the hell did you see in there?!?” Bertram demanded.
“A giant green egg watching a teeny-tiny TV.” Ernesto says. They both look into the vent to see the pulsating egg sac illuminated by the flashlight.
Daleth Deck - Medical Section
The large deep green egg sac was sitting on the medical scanning table. The on duty medical office Dr. Pavel Novacek, an older man but still in his prime reviewed his findings on a tablet and turned to address the assembled members of the Dawn Patrol.
"In my considered medical opinion, it is an egg." He pronounced in his gravelly voice. There is a pause as if this is all he is going to say about it. "From scans it appears that there is something inside, the retired Patroller PAX Lawbringer." He consults the tablet again. "As for opening it? I don't know, maybe we should just let it hatch." The good doctor gives a slight shrug. "Then again maybe you should ask THIS guy." Pavel reaches out prying the gleaming clear crystal with it's looping video. The effect is immediate. With a shudder the egg's skin darkens to black and parts like a slimey flower opening its petals spilling a thick jelly like rancid smelling green and red fluid across the table and onto the floor. A curled up Lawbringer flops out bonelessly splashing the vile smelling goo onto the people around the table. "Oh!" Says the surprised doctor, his face and coat splattered with the stuff. "I guess that problem's solved." He says drolly. On the table the body is still and unmoving, but then arms struggle to lift the body up into a sitting position. He appears to be making a coughing motion then several jets of more fluid squirt out from under his arms. Once these stop he seems to calm down a bit, hed begins to swing his helmeted head with its glittering red multifaceted eyes around the room in alarm. Lawbringer's mouth, usually sealed behind his helmet's face plate, begins working. The spiked lateral grippers clack together menacingly, while the smaller slicer parts buzz as they speedily begin to vibrate and other parts move and wave making chittering noises as well.