MavHQ - Repair Bay

The Maverick Repair Bay is composed from a massive, expansive chamber large enough to hold half the faction if the need arises. Unlike the look of usage of the rest of the base, this room is pristene clean, and swarms of scrubber-drones flurry around on the metal floor and over the tables to keep it that way. Medical tables fill the room, aligned in orderly staggering rows to allow medical personal easy movement between patients. From the ceiling hang various sensory arrays, utensil racks and manipulator arms, set into lengths of tracks so they can be moved about the bay as needed. Along one wall is a series of repair/recharge pods that can be used for minor repairs when a medic isn't available. The other side wall is composed entirely of storage cabinets and workbenches for construction and storing parts. Many cabinets bear the names of certain Mavericks which the contained materials are specialized for, while others are marked just 'General Parts'. The back wall is entirely storage cabinets, supply shelves and recycling bins.

Sigma [Sigma] [M] Maverick Drone [#3645 Tnp]

Eighty and One Canisters Repair Chamber

East <E> leads to MavHQ - Secondary Corridor.

It is a rare day when Doppler is a patient in his own ward. Rarer still when he occupies a berth in the Critical Care Unit. Usually reserved for the most grieviously wounded of reploids, it has been cleared of all other patients. The doctor himself is hooked up to a number of diagnostic monitors, as well as an additional energy jack to power his cybernetic impants.

Sigma strides into the Repair Bay, muddied cape behind him as he hasn't bothered to change it since the night before. As the many Coalition members inside offer greetings, salutes, and the like, Sigma merely looks towards the Critical Care unit, marching towards it.

Dr. Doppler is barely conscious. Between the pain blockers around the implants and the sedative painkillers for his more frail organic parts, the world is in a haze.

Sigma looks at Doppler, first saying nothing as he views his father in his current state. He will live, he's sure. He must live, after all. "Father...", he collapses to one knee, bowing his head lightly, cape billowing behind him, "...I hope for your speedy recovery..."

Dr. Doppler mumbles something semi-comprehensible in German. Asking him to speak English would probably be too much to expect right now.

Sigma offers Doppler's hand HIS OWN HAND ... But doesn't speak in German or anything.

Dr. Doppler grips Sigma's hand tenouously, not the strong grip he normally has. Though his haze, his eyes focus on Sigma. "< My son...>"

Sigma closes his eyes, lowering his head, as he speaks in German, <"You will be well?">, he queries simply.

Dr. Doppler mumbles, "< Perfect...he is perfect...take that, Thomas...>" Apparently, he recognizes Sigma, but the time and place are more than a little fuzzy.

Sigma smiles at Doppler's words, but only briefly. If Doppler is talking to himself, that may not be the best thing. Unfortunately, Sigma does not know much about how cyborgs or humans work. He again doesn't reply, just watching his creator.

Dr. Doppler's sanity has been in question more than once, at least by those who don't know him. What sane man would want the annihilation of his race? For all he swears otherwise, the doctor is painfully human now, the disparity between organic and machine evident. "< We have much to accomplish...you and I...>"

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Scribe Robin transmits, "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. This hurts. Ow. Ow."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Commander Paragon Pirana transmits, "Quit your whining and get in the ship! Now!"

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Random drone NPC in the Pelican transmits, "Wow, Scribe, that's a nasty wound. Does it hurt if I do this?" Loud scream can be heard in the background. "Why did he just faint?"

Sigma nods slowly, <"Indeed. I thought we were close, but apparently we still have far to go to achieve the perfection we dream of.>", he places another hand over Doppler's and pats it lightly, "<Just for now, rest...I came to see how you were faring.>"

Dr. Doppler seems to grow more lucid for a moment, his grip tightening around Sigma's hand for a moment. "< We are gaining ground...but...we must attain the high ground...yes...>"

<Global News Network> A regular blurb on the GNN news... not urgent enough to interupt any regular television. Missy Smiles is reporting. "... thank you, John! This just in, it seems a large chemical fire has broken out in Neo Tokyo's extensive Harbor District. GNN Junior Reporter Camerra is on the scene now. Camerra?" Look, it's Reporto, only pink! "Thank you, Missy! I'm here in Neo Tokyo, overlooking the start of what appears to be an accidental fire." Behind Camerra, an aerial view of Neo Tokyo's harbor by evening is panning out. One building appears to be engulfed in flame; nearby, the flashing lights of firetrucks are weaving down the road towards the scene. "As main dock operations here have shut down for the day, remaining workers are at a loss as to its cause. However, it appears to be a small blaze, one that the Neo-Tokyo fire department can hopefully contain quickly enough. Back to you, Missy." "Thank you, Camerra! *smile* We'll bring you updates to this story as it develops. Now, on to..."

Sigma nods slowly, pondering how he's going to go about that. "Yes...High ground...", he says in German, looking upwards for the moment, "Hm...High ground... Yes.", he grins slightly, "High ground."

Dr. Doppler attempts a chuckle, though it comes out more a sickly cough. "< Yes...that high ground...>"

Sigma says, <"Rest.">, simply, <"Don't waste energy.">, he adds.

<Global News Network> "... how fascinating! Who would have thought you could do that with cheese? Ha ha ha! Now, back to the developing scene in Neo-Tokyo. Camerra, what's the situation there?" "Looking good so far, Missy! The NTFD has arrived on scene and is currently making short work of the blaze." Camerra is down by one of the firetrucks; behind her, a large warehouse is on fire, ayep, but surrounded by firefighters all busy dousing the flames with fancy 2215 fire-extinguishing chemicals. "Thanks to the speed and efficiency of Tokyo's firefi-" Rather abruptly, the nearby firetruck simply... vaults into the air, its back end pitching upward, the thing tipping onto its front to land with a SMASH on its roof, windows shattering and hover-engines turned towards the sky. Camerra and the firefighters yelp with surprise, moments before three more warehouses in the background are engulfed in sudden, vast explosions that billow out of holes torn in their metal-plated walls.

Dr. Doppler sighs, whether in weariness or in agreement is hard to say. "< Yes...rest...too much to do...>"

Sigma nods, patting Doppler's hand one more time, "<Too much...>", he doesn't want to keep Doppler talking, so he's quieting down himself.

Dr. Doppler's eyes finally close, his grip on Sigma's hand slackening. "<Soon...soon, my son...>" he whispers, barely audible over the hum of the machines around them.

Sigma nods slowly, letting go of Doppler's hand. Daddy's tired and needs his rest. "..."

You have been assigned orders by Sigma.

Dr. Doppler drifts into sleep as the drugs take hold of him again. One of the drones floats over, giving the Maverick Emperor a respect bow before checking on the doctor.

Sigma nods to the drone before standing up. Hm. Time to order pizza.

Er.

That is to say...

Time to worry incessantly over the Great Father of the Reploid!

=========================== Orders for Dr. Doppler ===========================

Assigned by: Sigma Date: Thu Feb 27 22:02:18 2003

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Stay alive.

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