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The camera in the room panned and zoomed as needed watching the situation develop as these things, somewhere between human and Stigma, gathered around the medic named Amy and tore into her. It was an animalistic scratching, beating, biting; like any way to cause damage to her as screams rang out. Virus focused the camera on her as best as he could, taking care to record the material as well as angles of the infected humans. Someone up above would want to see this… and they’d want to study the Medic is she somehow survived this. Virus watched the scene play out like a movie, it was detached. He knew it was real from a logical sense but the difference in viewing something through digital lenses seemed to alter the reality, it was a filter that let him separate from whatever was happening and dehumanize whoever was being affected. It was better for the job but it felt like there were two of him, one that could empathize with in person tragedies and one that could just watch, emotionless.

Virus watched members of SWARG enter and focused on how the infected humans perceived and responded to new threats and how they responded to lethal force. They weren’t as resilient as an Aeon but… they didn’t seem as frail as a baseline human either… reminded him of some blacktag things the UDF did trying to force spirits to bond to humans that resulted in something less than desirable. Virus wondered at what the cause might be. Would there be more of them between SWARG and Bahamut? Could they also further mutate into more vicious variants the same way Stigma do? There were so many potential questions now.

Virus continued recording as the last of the infected fell and focused on Amy now with half-a-mind about her, Errikos hoped she simply died so she could be free and Virus hoped she survived for research… He thought of his own body now laying by the entrance to the facility. What might happen to it if more were there. He sent a flicker of consciousness through the maze of logic and wires until he found Errikos, laying still, unmolested. He flashed back the treatment room and pierced into the local speaker. [color=66CDAA]“The medic, stabilize the medic!”[/color] There was urgency in the otherwise calm tone he used. Virus tasked the camera to continue tracking Amy directly, and finally jumped into the exterior security system and took note of its stance making sure it was both active and tracking with a corresponding alarm attached to movement. With that he was back in his own body.[/color]

[color=dimgray]Errikos’ eyes opened slowly, as usual it felt like waking up from a nap, light disorientation as his fleshy body reacclimated. The room was red with flashing yellow lights, like the rest of the facility, yet it was empty as the SWARG members had charged off towards the treatment room. Errikos stood up slowly hearing the faint thud of his own boots against the hard plastile floor in isolation from outside noise and the jingling noise of his own gear as he stood up; the faint sound of artillery strikes like thunder now, especially when coupled with the rain falling on the dome itself. His head wasn’t ringing as much now, courtesy of the natural resilience an Aeon possessed. Errikos took stock of his body now and realized any wounds he might have had were now superficial at worst and that mostly it was dirt and charring that marred his appearance and made his way towards the treatment room.[/color][/quote][/cell][/row][/table]
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[color=99945e][b]Post Summary[/b][/color][hr][color=99945e]
Errikos mused philosophical… again, and recorded the zombies as well as Amy. Took note of the external security posture of the facility, set an external alarm if there wasn't already one, then jumped back to his body and went to the treatment room.[/color]
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[color=995e63][b]L O R E[/b]
Plastile - a hastily deployed flooring made of plastic to mimic tile. It's notable for being both durable, affordable, and generally hygienic.
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