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[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

Lady in isle nine, get out of the archives. There is no yuri there. Calypso records exclusively Yaoi for the erotica section. If you want yuri go to the library, where it's organised by trope. Yes, Calypso also runs that. Yes, she's insane.

Yes Ma'am, we saw what you did. Reasonable crash out.

-Administrator Violet

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

At some point, the Administrator discovers an unsettling development:

The computer has a disk drive (if it did not have one before), full of ham. Cooked, ham. The drive refills should the disk drive be cycled. If nothing else the Ham Drive doesn't create any consequences it should be having.

There is however, ham.

...send this down to research. Get them to figure out how it's doing that. Then get a team set up on using the ham generator to feed the station.

- Administrative Director Iris

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

Who just donated mechanical parts to the medical ward? I know we have a lot of cyborgs but come on. A combustion engine?

-Alexis

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

Second gen ocramite rounds?!

Iris, call research.

-Alexis, Akhaan Security

< We built that? >

< Not quite. Eighteen months from now, we will have. >

< Oh, no. No, no, no, I don’t fuck around with time. Train only goes one way. >

< I must agree with Garmr, though my choice of words would differ. Is it safe for us to know the outcome of our efforts? Surely even mere observation of it induces a paradox. >

< I don’t know for certain; establishing supply lines by way of chronological logistics isn’t my field. Besides, one way or another, it’s here—we may as well see what we’ve built. What we will build. >

< …more of a high-mobility tank than a mech, isn’t it? What’s its top speed? >

< Presuming optimal surface conditions, the provided specification sheet says 440km/h. >

< What? No way I helped build it. >

< Response listed below the top speed entry on specification sheet: “Hi! Actually, you and I did! It’s a little slow, but don’t worry, the Inugami’s gotten some love, too. By the way, it’s going to be alright.” >

< Oh my god. Was that— >

< Seems to be. Garmr? >

< Nah. Nope. Fucking hell. >

< “Hey, me, check it out. Second-gen ocramite rounds. Got a whole rack loaded up, plus print templates. Took a long time to get ‘em just right. Kick some ass for me.” >

< No fuckin’ way. No, don’t gimme the template! I ain’t starting off with the answer key. >

< There is no cockpit. It has an armored casket compartment with linkages identical to those in our bodies. Cursory examination of onboard systems indicates use of heavily modified F/A-24 avionics to maintain stable surface contact.

There are SSC-proprietary templates integrated into the superstructure. Stolen, I think. >

< …okay, so it was us. Did we give it a name? >

_____

‘Grounded Perspective’ - SSC Reaper Dart @ LL7 (Death’s Head alt, Field Guide to Suldan)

Licenses: SSC Death’s Head III, SSC Dusk Wing II, HORUS Pegasus II

Core Bonuses: GMS Enhanced Systems Upgrade (Suldan), GMS Overpower Caliber (Railgun)

H: 3 / A: 0 / S: 3 / E: 3

HP: 20 / Repair: 4 / Evasion: 8 / E-Defense: 11

Size: 1 / Heat Cap: 8 / SP: 13 / Sensors: 20

Speed: 5 / Ltd: +1 / Armor: 0 / Tech Atk: +3

Mounts:

Heavy: Railgun (Overpower Caliber)

Main/Aux: Smartgun (2SP), LMG (Suldan)

Systems: Personalizations (electronic detection/intrusion systems), Hunter Lock, Eye of Horus, Neurospike, Core Siphon, Flicker Field Projector

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

Notice to all staff: section E of the archives are strictly prohibited to unauthorised personell. Trespassing is punishable via a fine of up to 30 Manna and demotion.

-Administrative director Iris.

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

So the official omninode was down for maintenance.

We're back.

-Administrative director Iris.

-Alexis, Chief of security.

-Calypso, head archivist.

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING FUŪŰųỤű---

-Alexis

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

You know, I won’t lie. I was pretty skeptical of coming by, but… any NHPs you guys have, consider them invited.

- Ra

ALEXIS WHY DO WE HAVE A MESSAGE FROM RA IN OUR INBOX?!

ALEXIS?!

FFFUUUU-

-Iris

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

L3, I cincerely hope you don't mean what I think you do.

-Alexis

< Hey. I’m going to the carnicería to pick up some meat and stuff for

Grandpa Ra’s

cookout. Anybody want anything?

Why did the text do that >

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

Thermally superheated mag-draw shears

Melee reverse railgun.

You can thank your eyes in the sky for inspiring research.

-Alexis

(ooc: @queen-of-the-cackle @ocram-station-admin-and-records kicking this shindig off!)

[ ENCRYPTED AUDIOVISUAL FEED RECEIVED. STREAMING… ]

View from the forward fuselage of a fighter craft, passing through a solid wall of cloud. Superficial scorch marks are streaked across the craft’s armored hull, the scars of recent entry into dense atmosphere.

As the fighter emerges into sunlight, a green icon stenciled onto its forewing becomes visible: a Shikoku dog leaping into the air, swatting at a crescent moon with one paw. Within the arc of the moon are the letters “L3HK.”

< Altitude eleven klicks, crossing tropopause. >

< Reduce rate of descent. Level out at six. Ma’ii? >

< Maintain passive sensors. The Eye is working; targeting data forwarded to tacnet. Nothing to suggest that we’ve been detected. >

< Beautiful. Let’s wake ‘em up. >

Sunlight, clouds, an electric blue sky. Below, an expanse of dusty gray stretches from horizon to horizon, streaked with red and orange. Mesas, crags, plains and ridge lines—all lifeless.

A HUD overlay highlights altitude, velocity, heading, pitch, roll. The fighter’s nose is pointed a few degrees under the horizon, below a cluster of highlighted targets around twelve kilometers away. Too far to be clearly visible, the targets are on the ground, unmoving.

< Spears up. >

In a single, precise motion, the horizon swivels around the craft, leaving the HUD reticle centered on one of the painted targets.

<<< Confirm target acquisition. >>>

< Engagement begins, mark time. Accelerate Mach 3. Set power 30 megajoules, load, charge. Whites of their eyes. >

<<< Whites of their eyes. >>>

Range closes to nine kilometers. Eight. Coming into view, a group of heavily-armed subline craft surrounded by a scattering of ground vehicles, dropships, mecha. A low hum registers on audio as the fighter’s primary railgun begins to charge.

< Sublines first, aim for cores. Break off following third kinetic volley, stabilize reactors, and circle to reacquire. Orders are full neutralize. All affirm? >

Range collapses to seven kilometers. Fusion drives screaming, the craft accelerates.

<<< All affirm. >>>

< Hyena, be advised: striking now, prepare to drop. >

< Load set, charge ready. First volley, fire. >

<<< First volley. >>>

Four deafening concussions roll across the landscape. Spears descend from above, sailing down towards the landed vessels.

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

(ooc: @queen-of-the-cackle @ocram-station-admin-and-records kicking this shindig off!)

[ ENCRYPTED AUDIOVISUAL FEED RECEIVED. STREAMING… ]

View from the forward fuselage of a fighter craft, passing through a solid wall of cloud. Superficial scorch marks are streaked across the craft’s armored hull, the scars of recent entry into dense atmosphere.

As the fighter emerges into sunlight, a green icon stenciled onto its forewing becomes visible: a Shikoku dog leaping into the air, swatting at a crescent moon with one paw. Within the arc of the moon are the letters “L3HK.”

< Altitude eleven klicks, crossing tropopause. >

< Reduce rate of descent. Level out at six. Ma’ii? >

< Maintain passive sensors. The Eye is working; targeting data forwarded to tacnet. Nothing to suggest that we’ve been detected. >

< Beautiful. Let’s wake ‘em up. >

Sunlight, clouds, an electric blue sky. Below, an expanse of dusty gray stretches from horizon to horizon, streaked with red and orange. Mesas, crags, plains and ridge lines—all lifeless.

A HUD overlay highlights altitude, velocity, heading, pitch, roll. The fighter’s nose is pointed a few degrees under the horizon, below a cluster of highlighted targets around twelve kilometers away. Too far to be clearly visible, the targets are on the ground, unmoving.

< Spears up. >

In a single, precise motion, the horizon swivels around the craft, leaving the HUD reticle centered on one of the painted targets.

<<< Confirm target acquisition. >>>

< Engagement begins, mark time. Accelerate Mach 3. Set power 30 megajoules, load, charge. Whites of their eyes. >

<<< Whites of their eyes. >>>

Range closes to nine kilometers. Eight. Coming into view, a group of heavily-armed subline craft surrounded by a scattering of ground vehicles, dropships, mecha. A low hum registers on audio as the fighter’s primary railgun begins to charge.

< Sublines first, aim for cores. Break off following third kinetic volley, stabilize reactors, and circle to reacquire. Orders are full neutralize. All affirm? >

Range collapses to seven kilometers. Fusion drives screaming, the craft accelerates.

<<< All affirm. >>>

< Hyena, be advised: striking now, prepare to drop. >

< Load set, charge ready. First volley, fire. >

<<< First volley. >>>

Four deafening concussions roll across the landscape. Spears descend from above, sailing down towards the landed vessels.

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

As is common knowledge most of our security forces are overworked and spread thin.

Please stop giving them your blunts. They need edibles.

-Alexis

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

[A platter of food is delivered to the Administration doorstep. It's got a note at the bottom, handwritten.]

okay so their food is actually kinda good wtf? administrator, you gotta try some.

It's a sample platter from that Famous Bill's Fast Foods place. Various varieties of religious/lifestyle compliant foods, mostly snacks but there's just straight up stir-fry chicken-broccoli rice in the center. Some of the snacks are missing.

Now technically I'm not supposed to eat solid food until I recover from the caffeine pills, so I'm going to distribute this within the various polycules.

This can only end in disaster.

-Administrative secretary Percy.

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

alexis can you confirm that the admin polycule is real /silly

ooc: i might be too silly with it. feel free to vaporize this message

NO IT IS NOT.

ITS MADE OF 3 POLYCULES AND PERCY.

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

You would, none of you are straight.

-Alexis

It is the honour of we amongst Akhaan Administrative to announce the official celebration of pride month!

-The admin team

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

It is the honour of we amongst Akhaan Administrative to announce the official celebration of pride month!

-The admin team

[ocram-station-admin-and-records]

Alright! Get in the drop pod and give em hell!

Eggheads want you to test some projects in the field, if youu think you can take that risk.

Some kind of magnetic scissor? Railgun? Thing?

Bases on the data generated by your friends in the air.

Luna wing.

Plans have changed.

The facility on Ocram II is being evacuated.

They have a squad of unknown frames transporting the engine. Eggheads are 70% sure they have a fee caskets plugged into it as we soeak

Helheim's Hand IFF and ship signatures detected about a klick north.

Do not let them leave alive.

-Alexis

< L1 Grey: Dispatch received, Akhaan Security. Reactor ignition complete, preparing for atmospheric entry. L1-4 to engage.

Mission objectives as follows:

Engage and neutralize all Helheim's Hand vessels, deny orbital extraction capability. Engage and neutralize personnel/cavalry transporting captive NHPs and unidentified apparatus. Defend captive NHPs until ground-based extraction can take place.

Any fellow security contractors currently in range to respond, be advised: we have no ground-based capabilities and would welcome cavalry assistance. >