[OPENING EDEN. CLOSED TO ASSIGNED SECURITY/COMMAND/SCIENCE PERSONNEL]

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo stands in the hallways, hands clasped behind her back. She doesn't pace, she doesn't weave or bob around. It's like she's a statue, waiting for someone to pass before her disdainful look. She's outside the Spacewalk's doors.

She doesn't expect that many people. Perhaps three Science personnel. Two or three from Security. Not much trouble. A small part of her wishes that more people were here to observe the opening of both the Spacewalk and Hydroponics, but the more logical part crushes that. If the creatures are dangerous, it would be wiser not to have any other crewmembers around.

So, she waits.

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[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace managed to dig an EVA suit up from weapons and possessions - she knows how to use one. You don't go into space without knowing that much. Even if you are in cyrogenic sleep. She double-checks her seals again. If something goes horribly wrong, she doesn't want to be the one who ends up dead. Surviving Pandora just to die here 9after she already died) would be ridiculous.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo makes a slightly amused sound at her caution. "Better safe than sorry?" Indigo can't blame her, it's only a human response, but... Well, she fixed it. She doesn't see her repairs going wrong. After all, she ran the numbers herself. And who better to check that kind of thing?

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn hums quietly to herself as she double-checks all the connections on her vacuum suit. It's one of the same paper-thin and translucent suits used by Team GTFO on their mission to retake the bridge, and Wyn had been lucky enough to find one of the few short enough to actually fit her. She's almost entirely sure that the spacewalk is safe-- but the tiny chance that it isn't is more than enough to get her to put on a suit.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus is heading out as a member of Security. She doesn't pick up one of the vacuum suits, mostly because she's already got her own. She trusts the tech of it more than she could anything else (part of that comes from being biologically bonded to it).

She spots the other woman. This is the first time they'd met after the whole nightmare ordeal. She hesitates for a moment, not really sure what to do or say, before giving a curt nod in greeting.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Now this he had to see!

The Omnicom system was like a plaything to the scraggly genius—designed by human hands no less complex than the ones that put together basic relay boards and microprocessors, they were far easier for him to understand than Stacy’s complex mass of biological datapads and constantly shifting codes. He’d had some fun sneaking his way around various locked entries when he found the time, but it quickly became boring, and thus, no longer his primary interest.

That is, until he found a firewall that gave him some trouble.

He’d never met Indigo before, at least not that he remembered—something told him that a genius of such caliber would be easier to recognize—but her work impressed him and gave him a good enough challenge to be interested in whatever was important enough for her to be guarding. He was mildly disappointed when he traced the message back to a basic-lock entry introducing the idea full of concerned whining from Kirk and others about bodies. Ethics. They were none of Dustin’s concern.

Regardless, it all seemed like something that was worth his time. If he was lucky then the Spacewalk, already fragile, would collapse and offer him parts for his newest projects. He’d never used biological metals, they would be fascinating to study in detail…

The man had something cradled under his arm. It was a big something; but from his partially hidden angle around the bend, it was difficult to tell what it was. Keeping that out of sight would make it easier for Dustin to feign ignorance—which he did with much bravado.

“I notice we’re not being sucked into the vacuum of space,” he said blandly, addressing nobody in particular.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Samus." Wyn says, glancing up and giving the woman in the suit of space armor a slightly awkward smile. She's... still not the evil one, in case you were wondering.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Motoko was quite prompt, but as usual, not eager to approach a group overtly. For one thing, that would mean they would expect her to make small talk, and for another it made surprising idiots like Dustin so much easier.

He hand fell onto his shoulder with a heavy vice-grip— the one his prosthesis was mounted to, just to be certain of her advantage. Almost idly she pressed just a fraction of her weight into it, to emphasize exactly how nowhere he would be going. Words were not necessary; he was a smart boy, he knew when he was in trouble.

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Indigo's head swivels at the unfamiliar voice, and her face goes from 'politely blank' to 'curious, but annoyed'. You are here, Dustin.

In a part of the ship where no one walks often.

The location of which was only talked about in secure posts on the comm.

She's walking towards Dustin and Motoko, irritation clear on her face. Best start explaining.

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much. Living on a planet that will kill you if you breathe in too much of the local atmosphere tends to reinforce the idea of being careful," Grace replies. She triple-checks her suit. This thing is not failing on her.

[notlewis]

The chief of the science department had arrived to oversee the mission, and because he was currently trying to make himself as conspicuously useful as he could in case his job ended up in danger.

Luis was busily making notes on his omnicom and watching the preparations get underway, seemingly lost in his own little world.

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"Doctor Sera."

Grace's voice sounds a bit hollow and electronic, filtered through the speakers of her space-suit, but it's friendly. Luis is a colleague, after all. It's a bit bulky, but she's finding it easy enough to move around in so far. Her omnicomm is clipped to her waist by a short lanyard and her sample kit has been strapped securely at her waist. She's ready for this.

"Good to see you out of the lab."

[notlewis]

"Gracias, amiga, I am glad to get out and be useful for once," he said brightly.

Then he looked at Grace's outfit for a few minutes and made a face.

"Am I, er... underdressed?"

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

"I see." She stands there, maybe a little uncomfortably, then shakes her head and walks off. Now is not the time for people's personal histories. They can get to that after their jobs are done.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Shoulder. Lots of weight. Crippled shoulder, hand pressing into misshapen bone, pain shooting through his arm and neck and torso—

“Good to see you Major,” Dustin almost squeaked, holding his breath. She was right—perhaps she would also know that the boy would hold onto his pride until someone drilled a hole through his brain and overinflated ego. Even if said event was obviously impended and entirely dependant on his reaction.

Though there was someone else. Obviously not human, not that Dustin could tell—either that or she was some advanced form of human. By the mere fact that she was keeping level with Motoko, he already assumed that she was in charge here. But no need to acknowledge her now, right?

“How’re the cables? Dry?” he continued to ramble, squaring his jaw and biting his lip. Damn, this was uncomfortable.

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace sighs, "You might be. We're going into an area that's been exposed to the vacuum of space. Now, I'd rather be in a suit just in case the containment fails and we suddenly find that all of our oxygen just got vented."

She gives him a slightly amused look, "Wouldn't you?"

[notlewis]

Luis paused for a moment, but his expression revealed the obvious utter horror her little "pep talk" stirred in him.

"Hijo de puta, I didn't know," he said, "Where I come from, the only people who go into space are American and Russian scientists and rich people with too much time on their hands. Shit. Where do I get one of those?"

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"They're fine," she replied evenly, as if they were sitting in some sunny café somewhere, sipping coffee and chatting about the weather.

Motoko squeezed just a smidge tighter in a carefully controlled reaction, while the pressure-readout window counted down the kilograms-per-centimeter between current pressure and the failing point of human bones. These bruises would go deep, but she had no intention of exerting any real effort. It would not have taken much on her part to render his shoulder a broken mess of tissue and bone fragments.

"Now, seeing as how you've not only hacked a Security-earmarked posting, but had the incredible stupidity to show up and introduce yourself at the ops site, what do you think should be done with you?" she asked, rhetorically. The Major always had her own idea of how things would turn out, "Keep in mind that while you're here serving your ego, you're also markedly not making yourself useful in a measurable fashion."

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

Grace smiles tightly, "Well, I'm an American and a scientist, so that gets me two. I dug this one up in Weapons and Possessions - you can probably find one there."

She glances over her shoulder. Awkwardly. "Maybe Indigo can help you."

[notlewis]

"Okay, we are not getting off the ground in here before I get a suit, then," Luis insisted. He wasn't quite sure what capacity he was going to be involved with this anyway, aside from overseeing his own department and possibly eyes and ears for the other command.

"I'm grateful everyone is for the most part willing to put up with me and all my backwards 2004 technology," he added as an aside, rolling his eyes with a smile. "I never thought I would be that department head."

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"Safety of the team comes before science, much as it pains me to say that," Grace quips with a wry smile. Then she's all business again. "Just try and hurry up. We want to get this done today, after all."

[notlewis]

"I'd rather see everything done safely than anything done in a hurry," he replied seamlessly, glancing back at his omnicom and adjusting his glasses. "I may not know much about what we're doing but I still doubt it will be improved at all by rushing. Though it will mean waiting longer until we go out for drinks later."

[indigoblueberry.livejournal.com]

Motoko has very fine motor control, Indigo can tell just by the stress on Dustin's body. As she dissects her scans on those two, another part of her mind works on dissecting the information she's just gleaned from scanning the two of them on her way over. Just from the conversation, she's picked up on the fact that he's apparently useful somewhere on ship, and knows something about cybernetics.

"I take it this isn't the first time he's made a nuisance of himself." She glances at the poorly hidden package under his arm, then back at his eyes. "Hacking my security and ignoring your duties is hardly the way to impress anyone." Her eyes narrow a bit, and then she looks surprised. A quick glance down, and then her face softens a bit, giving him an almost pitying look. "I am sorry, but this isn't the way to impress any of us. It won't make up for anything."

[givememysamples.livejournal.com]

"True." She pauses and glances over him again. "...drinks for what?"

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

“Good to know,” Dustin breathed—and said breath immediately made a raspy reentry when Motoko tightened her grip. Okay, definitely in pain now. She could stop.

Aaaaany time now.

“—If you gave me the chance, I could make myself useful,” the genius ended up muttering, mostly to the Major, though he kept his eyes glued on…well, what he assumed was an android of some sort. The idea of a sentient robot would’ve baffled him several months ago, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten close to making one himself, and it definitely wasn’t the most surprising thing he’d encountered after being abducted. Besides, she was scanning him, just by looking him over—he could hear the hum of her internal processors like a mechanic distinguishes the fine purring of a well-tuned engine, as simply as noticing the faint vibrations passing through his brain. Fantastic thing, that organ was. Too bad it couldn’t save his shoulder.

Or, you know, other things. Dustin’s blank gaze turned abruptly indignant. “—What? What does that—I don’t—“ he gathered his nerves with a strained breath, back arching against the Major’s powerful grip, “—Yeesh. If you didn’t want my help, you could’ve just said so.”

[notlewis]

"I don't know about you, but I don't need an excuse to go out for drinks," Luis replied with a smirk. It was still somehow highly ambiguous whether or not he was hitting on her. "We can call it a celebration of a job well done and bring the rest of these guys along for the ride."