trans_9 | Medbay on Level One

Now that she's wearing clothes again (the living nature of the plantsuit barely takes her notice, past that she'd rather have her own biosphere back, thanks), Tess is much more comfortable.

But there's two other reasons, too: what seems like a weird, massively overbuilt square-framed pistol on her right hip (nearly more like a sawn-down shotgun, if not for the strange frame), slid into strapping sprouted by the plantsuit; and, on a strap over that shoulder, a plain ol' shotgun. Other pockets have sprouted on her plantsuit, too, for ammo (in magazines for the pistol-thing and loose for the shotgun).

She's guided Miku along relatively firmly—with her left arm wrapped around her, in fact, half-hugging her. It's strange... Tess was so panicked and discombobulated down in the pod caverns, and now it's as if she's become a whole other person, totally in control of herself and much more aware of the situation.

"He-eeey," she calls, looking around. "Any of y'all deaduns, come on out 'fore we get too far..."

It had been hard not to do much else but whimper at the way Tess was holding her; the bruises made everything hurt. Certainly, she was glad to be out of Zombie City, but when they told her to take a weapon Miku hesitated. I can't, she had said. I don't know how to use them, and they're illegal, besides!

So, Tess had decided to give her a baseball bat, which she now clutched between both hands. She still felt... decidedly off, but at least she wasn't suffering as much from the feeling that small child had washed over her. It was just plain, simple, queasiness from hearing the sound of killing. If Miku had a choice, she'd never enter the pod caverns again, just to be safe from watching the violent deaths of those poor other people again. Cowardly? Perhaps, but a person didn't go poking a beehive to be stung on purpose, either.

"You... probably shouldn't do that, Oren-san," Miku whispered. Why call trouble to them? It would find them soon enough.

"I th-think you should stop holding her like that," Chopper told Tess. Chopper was still a little terrified of his company but at least they weren't out to kill him... yet. And his keen sense of smell told him that there were no undead hiding in the room. So far, the blue-nosed reindeer was safe.

Another fortunate thing for Chopper was the fact that he recovered his hat, backpack and some rumble balls from the Weapons and Possessions lockers they were guided to after being clothed and cleaned -- What the hell were those tentacle things!?

Now more or less prepared to do some work, he set off about the Medbay looking for items and ingredients that could help him treat people. There were many machines and instruments he had never seen before and he felt like a kid in a candy shop. Many sorts of drugs and medicines too, but since he didn't know what they did, he decided to leave them. Maybe someone could show him what they were for after they got out of this mess.

“Finally!” Kadaj pushed past the two girls and that weird thing. “You guys are really pathetic.” It was comment made to sting about their inability to handle the stress of the situation. He didn’t get his black jumpsuit back but at least Souba was safely in his possession. Like hell was he letting it out of his hands anytime soon. Unfortunately for these suckers this weapon won’t be available to save them.

Kadaj began opening every drawer and cabinet as if in search for something. All he wanted was some answers though it was unlikely to happen in this part of the ship. At the very least maybe he’d find some useful materia.

He huffed in frustration, slamming the last cabinet door shut. “I’m stuck with the weaklings,” he said in an annoyed tone and loud enough for them to hear. Kadaj found one of the beds and flopped down on it, his upper back and head supported by the wall behind him.

Eventually he’ll find his brothers. If all goes well they will escape to and make it to the Medbay. It was the only reason the remnant could think of to remain put. Now it was just a waiting game now.

With the use of Souba (his double bladed katana) he made two thin cut along the plant suit hugging his arm. Kadaj smirked; amused that it would repair itself so easily. He sliced it again and watched, just passing the time.

"Shut up." Kawalsky snapped. He was still checking out the room, making through it slowly, assault rifle at the ready. "Don't go anywhere until I've cleared it." Though that was too late now maybe they'd remember it for the future.

Even though he was focused on spotting any zombies or any other potential threats Kawalsky couldn't help but notice how, well, alien the technology looked. "The hell is this stuff?"

Kazuya was smirking, having taken up a position leaning against the wall opposite the entrance.

"Big words coming from a scrawny freak like yourself." Kazuya definitely had his eye on Kadaj. Not that he was sure why at the moment, but something about him had Kazuya's interest. To Kawalsky, Kazuya offered what little insight he might have gleaned from his time working with the bio-engineering portion of the Mishima Zaibatsu.

"From what I can tell, it's some sort of infection. Well, several kinds. The sheer variety of symptoms suggests somewhere around five or six strains. My guess? Biological warfare. Probably developed to be used as a weapon, but had side-effects that got out of hand."

His tone was cold, clinical, and scientific. He felt no emotion for the people that had turned into zombies. Not fear, not sympathy, nothing, except perhaps professional curiosity.

"While some of the varietys are as you've said, others are just diseases that happened to evolve that way." Yes, the Middleman knows crap about Zombies. He sounds slightly un-emotional, but while zombies tend to freak him out more than most of the stuff he's faced, this is all just another day on the job for him.

"But, whule that's all interesting from a certain standpoint, it doesn't really have any bearing on getting our biscuits out of this bonfire."

A gush of air, and Peter appeared, looking around the medbay. After getting his plantsuit, he had found the W&P lockers, half-organized mess that it was. What was more interesting, however, was the fact that he had a nameplate on a shelf with belongings on it. So as he appeared in the medbay, it was with a fully stocked EMS kit in his hand, a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and a dark blue jacket with a badge pinned to the front breast and "PARAMEDIC" written in white on the back. He zipped around for a second, finally placing the kit on a counter and turning around.

"Alright, first things first, does anyone here need medical attention?" He was too exhausted for exposition right now. Time to focus on the task at hand.

Sima Yi's still remaining silent, preferring to listen and try to figure out just who and what he's dealing with - though a lot of the discussion about the zombies is going over his head; he's from the third century A.D., after all - rather than uselessly running his mouth. He's feeling marginally better, though, now that he's retrieved his breastplate, helmet, (http://web.archive.org/web/20071111141341/yueying.net/dw/_imgs/official/Dynasty+Warriors+4+Databook/Sima+Yi+cg.jpg) sword, and spear from weapons and possessions. The plantsuit, though, he's definitely not happy with - it's far too clingy and... alive.

Kazuya eyed Middleman with some trepidation, questioning just how he came across information like that. To Peter, he just offered a condescending eye, and snorted at Sima Yi, noting the dated appearance and being reminded of an exhibit in a museum he had seen in passing one time.

He was very happy to have the simple red leather, metal studded, gloves that had become such a part of him returned. He didn't mention that if he so chose, he could easily clear a path for all of those involved with minimal effort. After all, he wasn't sure just who could be trusted with the information about his 'other self'.

"What I want to know right now, is just who the hell you people are, and what you're capable of. I want to know everything about you people before sticking my neck out and attempting some sort of a plan."

"I'll be fine," Miku assured both Tess and the little reindeer (was he a doll? Some kind of living, cute doll?) with a soft, hopefully reassuring smile. Besides, it wasn't as if anyone could see the cursemarks blooming under her skin but her at the moment. Her Camera had been waiting for her in W&P, but Miku hadn't picked it up. What good would film do against the physical dead? If they made it out of this alive, she would retrieve it, and not a moment before.

As for Kadaj, and the other men strutting around like proud cocks, Miku politely ignored them. "Is there something we should be doing... I wasn't feeling the best before, and I only half heard what that man had asked us to do."

"Lie down on one of these... things." Kawalsky said, pointing to what resembled a bed. "Speedy," He said pointing to Peter Petrelli. "See what you can do for her. And as for you," He turned to Kazuya. "I'm Major Charles Kawalsky of the US Air Force. Who are you?"

Peter did as Kawalsky said, moving Miku to a bed quickly.

"I'm Peter Petrelli. I'm a trained paramedic and nurse. Is there anything that feels broken?" His concern was genuine, the kind a guy who honestly chose his profession for the good of others would have. No innuendo, nothing but the caring, slightly sad tone of someone who was worried about someone else.

"I need you to be honest with me, or I can't help you, miss..."

Tess helps Miku over to the bed—or hovers protectively, if she isn't given that chance. She's take a shine to Miku, apparently.

"We're just here to be... here. Out of the way of the people with training."

Behind her concern, her face is kind of blank, is if lost in thought.

For the most part Kadaj kept to himself and lounged around on the unoccupied bed. Let the humans scurry about and worry what was to come. They were just mere blemishes on an insignificant planet. The remnant chuckled quietly to himself. Ah, he had a heal materia right within his wrist! Little did these people know that within seconds he could heal any of the sick or injured. Of course, he would withhold any special information like that. It was quite amusing (better than most dramas they showed on television) to see them squirm and panic.

One thing that did catch his interest were all the medical gadgets. Vague memories of such devices wormed their way within his mind. But they weren't his own—they were Sephiroth’s. Ignoring the people and situation around him, Kadaj walked right between them and towards the other wing. “Hn. This is a scientist’s paradise,” he murmured to himself. “Wonder what useful tools we’ll find in here~”

((OOC: Don’t mind Kadaj. He’s off in his own world XD))

"Hinasaki. Hinasaki Miku." The introduction was soft and quick as she settled back on the bed and looked at Peter with her wide, brown eyes. "Nothing's broken," Miku replied, her brows knitted together. "I... the zombies?" she couldn't laugh; she had to deal with the intangible dead on a regular basis recently. "The method of getting rid of them made me ill. I was really just queasy... from the death."

Please don’t touch her, Mr. Petrelli… or you might not like what you see. Miku shifted uncomfortably against the “bed” and tried her best to give Tess a smile that wasn't pained looking.

She failed miserably.

"I'm the Middleman. Former Navy Seal and now I'm the head agent of a secret organization that polices and protects Earth from what some would call bomic book evil. And in all honesty sir, not sticking your neck out and hleping people during this mess is likely to have you wind up dead."

Peter looked her over and smiled warmly when he was done, reaching into his medkit and pulling out two pills.

"Very good news, Miss Hinasaki. You only have a severe case of bruising, physically. Take these with a glass of water, and you'll feel at least good enough to walk around in the morning." His smile continued. He was a warm and genuine human being.

"I would give you a lollipop for being a good patient, but my kit didn't come with them." His smile widened into a grin.

Chopper watched Peter deal with Miku, impressed by his check-up of her. He seemed like a really nice guy and he even offered a lollipop! Are doctors meant to offer lollipops? He'd never seen a doctor like that before. Even Dr Kureha, his teacher, only offered him knives.

Then he snapped back to what the mean looking human with the spikey hair was saying. He didn't want to answer the question but everyone was answering, so he felt obliged to. "I-I'm Tony Tony Chopper," Chopper started off timidly. He'd seen the looks Kadaj and Kazuya had thrown him. It was scary. "I'm a d-doctor." That last word came out unsure.

As usual, Chopper was discrediting his own ability. How could he say he was a doctor after being so easily impressed by Peter's professionalism?

Kazuya nodded in turn to each of the answers, though looking rather disgusted with the lack of able fighters showing up. Having left the area before Leon's marching orders, he didn't know what their plans were, and quite honestly, he really didn't care.

The red eye gleamed slightly at Middleman's mention of 'comic book evil,' as Kazuya filed this one away for future surveillance. Perhaps this one knew something about the Devil Gene, after all.

As for his response to their questions, "Kazuya Mishima. Chief Executive Officer of the G Corporation, and Commander of one of the world's strongest military presences." He then turns on Kadaj, put off by his blatant ignoring of his order and walked over to the silver-haired man, and aimed a backhand-fist at his chin, hoping to snap him out of his little stroll down memory lane.

Sima Yi figures that, if they're all introducing themselves, he might as well speak up. "I'm Sima Yi, styled Zhongda - First Secretary to the Imperial Han, under Prime Minister Cao." If he'd been close enough to Kazuya to intercept the attack on Kadaj, he would've - he'd had the feeling that it wouldn't take long for these people to start turning on eachother, once they were out of immediate danger, and with the kind of day he's had so far, he is in no mood for bullshit.

"Name's Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog, and I'm the primo speedster and Freedom Fighter of Planet Mobius. The Priority One Hedgehog himself. I'm here to help out however I can." Whoo, he said a mouthful. All this talking was starting to bug him. Boredom was kicking in with all the action going on in the rest of the ship.

Instinctually Kadaj drew his souba up towards the man’s neck defensively. Some humans really had an intelligence problem, and some were just looking for a fight out of boredom. Loz usually took care of those (he enjoyed “playing” with them far more than himself or Yazoo).

The remnant pressed the blade just slightly at the nape of the man’s neck. Hard enough to be felt but soft enough not to pierce flesh. “I am Kadaj,” he made direct eye contact. “And I am capable of destroying you.~” There, question answered!

A bullet shot to Kadaj wouldn’t injure him all that much. Then he laughed. He laughed like the eternal youth that only teenagers could possessive. With an excellent display of skill he twirled his sword and held it once by more his side.

“Stay out of my way, Kazuya Mishima.” Despite the seriousness of the threat it was lathered in Kadaj’s own personal amusement. If he had to fight, so be it. . But this pathetic life form really wasn’t worth any of his time.

Without a care for whatever anyone else thought the remnant simply turned away and went back to his investigation of the odd bioweapons.

"What the @%#$ was that?" Kawalsky yelled, turning on Kazuya. "You said you're a commander in the military and you think that's acceptable? What @&%# is wrong with you?"

Peter had had his back turned during the hitting, he turned around at the commotion. Quickly, he looked to Chopper.

"You said doctor? Mind keeping an eye on Miss Hinasaki? I'd hate to have given her a clean bill only to have her go into shock, and another pair of eyes is always good." He strolled over between Kawalsky and Kazuya, shooting both a quick glare as he moved to Kadaj.

"Hitting and screaming isn't going to help us any, guys. If you're so bored you have to hit things, go back out with the zombies." He looked directly at Kadaj. Maybe some bruising, no broken skin, not even worth the advil. "We have to work together until this is over. After that, go ahead and fight to your heart's content for all I care."

At least he doesn't have to break them up himself - in his present state of mind, he'd probably do more harm than good in the process. He may have nothing left to lose, but that doesn't justify dragging anyone else down with him. However, to the others' admonitions to Kazuya, he does add, coldly, "What, exactly, screams 'good idea' to you about tormenting an armed fanatical cultist, when he's displaying the rare good grace not to bother anyone? The last thing we need is to be fighting amongst ourselves, when we're trapped in here by the thousand shambling corpses outside."

Kazuya was rather amused by Kadaj's reaction. He didn't flinch from the blade either. Kawalsky, however, earned himself a condescending look, as did Sima Yi.

"Yes, I am a commander, and I do not tolerate people who simply ignore the world around them. If we're getting out of this alive, we're going to need to work like a well oiled machine."

And to Kadaj, he added, clenching a fist, lightning dancing around his fist. "Threaten me again, and I will show you why I'm one of the most feared men alive."

"'Alive'?" Sima Yi snorts. "We're already dead. Take a look around - what can this place be except the afterlife?" Either way, he's not in a mood to be impressed by Kazuya's posturing, or his cheap sorcery. "I agree that not getting torn apart would be preferable - but we're safe for the moment, and there's no need to resort to childish squabbling. For a purported commander, you, sir," he spits the word contemptuously as he steps between Kazuya and Kadaj, "don't seem to know a lot about leadership or cooperation." At the moment, though, he's hardly at his most cooperative himself - he doesn't care if he's staring down another Lu Bu; there's an edge of reckless desperation in his glare that makes it clear he's got nothing left to lose.

"Petrelli's right. This isn't the time or the place. If you're not going to get along then one of you go stand guard at the door. Now."

"That sounds like a right smart idea t'me," Tess says, looking over between the testosterone cluster and Kawalsky.

Her weird, huge pistol-thing has started to inch upwards from the at-rest position she was holding it in.

Kazuya put up his hands, looking more than a little frustrated. "Fine. If you people want to just sit here and wait for the hordes to bust through that door--" Kazuya motioned to where there were already a couple of dents in the door they'd come through to punctuate the point. "--then by all means, do so. Anyone interested in fighting and staying alive, come with me."

Kazuya turns on Chopper and Peter, leveling an appraising eye at the medics. "The two of you better start making your choice fast. Lives are on the line. The people who decide to stay here are as good as dead anyway."

Peter went to stop Kazuya, quickly discovering his speed had left him. This was not good. At all. He tried once more, after shaking his legs out. No good. Finally, he just sprinted in front of Kazuya.

"No one... Is dying... On my watch..." Peter said, breathing heavily. "Not even you. So guard the door. Silently. And deal with the fact that there are two of us at least who care about the others enough to not let that happen." He was ennervated by this guy. He reminded Peter too much of his future self.

The amazing paramedic asked him, Tony Tony Chopper to look after Hinasaki!? He was surprised but was already keeping an eye on her - his doctor insticts already prompting him to.

Those guys were really scary! It made Chopper wish that he was together with the Straw Hat Pirates again who could make things safer for him. Not to mention he missed them.

"I-I'm already d-done!!" He said tugging on his backpack to show that he was ready.

If there was one thing Kazuya couldn't stand, it was someone getting in between him, and his goal. And, while Peter would be feeling a touch of unholy strength simply from being within proximity to Kazuya, it was Kazuya's skill with his own brand of martial arts that he was counting on.

"I said it once, and I'll say it again. I'm not standing here and letting hordes of the undead bust through the wall and rip us to shreds. I'm going out there, and finding some kind of other help. We've already established that there are others in here, but I'm not going to force anyone to come with me."

He stepped forward, glaring down at Peter, his red eye flaring dangerously. "So either step aside, or come with me. I do not tolerate anything standing in my way. And I have no qualms with doing away with morons who refuse to move."

He glanced over his shoulder, noticing Chopper's readiness to move. "Tony Chopper, was it? If you're coming, let's get moving. If need be, I can carry you. Hopefully we will find some others that have a better grasp on the concept of survival."

"We can hold this position. You go out there without back up and all you'll be is zombie lunch. We have medical supplies here and, more importantly, we have guns. We can fortify the wall and hold out until reinforcements come and they take out the source of the zombies."

Sima Yi, meanwhile, has gone back to where he was sitting, across the room from Kazuya. "Let me get this straight - you're suggesting leaving what, presently, is a perfectly secure and tenable position, battling our way through hundreds of flesh-eating corpses to get to whatever the hell that 'Vatican' place the rescue team was talking about is, and which itself may not remain secure for much longer, when we have barely a handful of actual combatants and this is the probable fallback position from the Vatican?" He'd been paying attention when Leon was giving orders - and were he in any shape for a pitched battle right now, he might have gone back to the Vatican with Worf's team. Right now, though, he'd decided that discretion was the better part of valor; the longer he could hang onto what remained of his sanity, the better.

Kazuya smirked over his shoulder at Sima Yi while waiting for Peter to move. "In a word? Yes. Those things are weak, and slow. If we take the offensive, our sheer momentum will be enough to stagger their already disorganized ranks, pushing them into each other. We just need to be fast, smart, and we can't just stand still."

"Weak and slow? Did you miss the huge ones out there? The one with claws. They're not all slow and weak. No one, and I mean no one, is going out there until we get the all clear or we have backup."

Peter wasn't moving. This guy was less than frightening in comparison to Arthur, much less Sylar. And, dislike aside, he couldn't let this guy wander off into death.

"And what if they're not all the kind of zombies that have to bite? I've seen a horror movie or two. The don't all work like that. For all we know, you touching the wrong one could make you into one of them." He shook his head. "You're being an ass, but not enough to where I'm going to let you go off for the slaughter."

How annoying. These people were content to just sit there and wait for their deaths. There was one last thing before he was going to simply move this man out of the way, and slaughter the rest of them if necessary. He was not going to simply sit around and wait for this to blow over.

"And what of the people in this Vatican? If their position is compromised, then they're dead. Plain and simple. Their numbers should be more than concentrated on going after the threat they know about. Leaving their rear wide open. And once their position is overrun, where do you think they'll head next? We'll have lost our only allies, as well as being surrounded."

He didn't want to give away too much of what he was capable of, just in case these people did make themselves into enemies, but Peter was giving him no choice. He lowered his voice to just barely above a whisper as he spoke to the self-styled 'mimic.'

"And you of all people, right now, should know very well that it would take more than a mere touch to make me into one of them."

"Despite their situation with the enemy - dire as it may be, if it's anything like what we've faced here - they were able to muster the resources to send out a successful rescue party for us. That suggests that they still have skilled warriors there, as well as commanders who can plan ahead. They aren't just a group of frightened civilians - which, by the way, is what the majority of our group here is comprised of." Including himself, loath as he'd be to admit it - he's been in a few battles before, but that's nowhere near enough for him to maintain his composure more than superficially in a situation like this. "Even supposing you knew where their positions were and there was anything you could do to help them, without a horse, you'd end up bogged down in the fighting, and probably surrounded and devoured before you'd even gotten halfway there."

"Look, out of everyone here, I'm the one who knows the most about zombies. And I don't care what the heck you are, but it's pretty obvious you're organic. And that mean if you go out there without any back-up, you are not coming back. Trust me." The Middleman said to Kazuya.

That earned a glare for Middleman. He had been told he wasn't going to be able to do things all his life. He had come to go out of his way to prove that he could do things when people said they were impossible. Besides, he'd had enough of simply standing around and waiting. He adjusted his gloves a bit before stepping around Peter.

"Fine, cowards. Just sit in here and wait for death to come to you. I shape my own future." And with that, Kazuya makes his way towards the exit, leaving medbay, and instantly throwing himself into the fray.

Chopper watched Kazuya walked away. He really wanted to pull that scary man back in... but he was too scary and Chopper didn't want to mess with him.

The reindeer thought that staying behind with everyone was a safer idea than leaving and finding zombies to kill. And if they were to come under attack, they'd need all the help they could get. For all his insecurities, Chopper knew deep down that he hold up his own in a fight.

"So.. what now?"

Miku exhaled through her mouth, at once chiding and annoyed. She sat up and pushed herself off the table. It made her wince a bit, but she was starting to get used to the pain again. It was like she'd been asleep for a long, long time.

Which was closer to the reality than she'd wished to consider. She watched Kazuya leave and felt a sick twist in her stomach, not helped at all by the silver-haired Kadaj's terrible insanity (there was no sane person, none, that sounded the way he did). She smiled again at Tony and Tess.

It worked a little better this time. "If we're going to stay in here, and there may be people, ah, arriving, is there anything we, well, I," she looked down at her small, laced together hands, Miku's voice small and unintimidating, "might be able to do to help? I... I don't have any medical training, but... I can organize and prepare." Very, very, very well, they would learn.

If Peter allowed her to, anyway.

"Great. You can help them. I'll be guarding the door since our friend left." Kawalsky walked right up to the door, holding his gun at the ready. "Don't worry about him. Either he can take care of himself like he says he can or he's got a death wish. We couldn't stop him either way."

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