EliteCommander

The Cradle

Vreta was somewhat surprised by the location that Freyr pinged. It was a combat simulation room, and he did not take her to be much of a soldier. Although, from what he had seen her go through during their encounters in the past, it probably should not have been surprising that she would want to know how to defend herself. Provided, of course, that was what she was doing at the simulator. He supposed she could be there for other reasons.

In any case, Vreta decided to go to Freyr right away. He doubted that any of his questions would be anything that would require great deliberation or consideration. He just wanted to run some pamphlets by her.

Vreta could see what he interpreted as suspicion in the eyes of the first soldier he encountered when he approached the combat simulation module, but that seemed to relax once he gave his reason for being there. As long as he stuck to the firing range and was not trying to intrude on military operations, then he was not going anywhere he was not allowed to be. In any case, he was pointed to the corner of the room, towards a collections of booths arranged in a line. Though, even without directions, the sounds of gunfire would have been a reasonable sign.

As he drew near, Vreta lowered the sensitivity of his hearing to high-decibel sources of sounds so he could at least somewhat filter for voices. Freyr was easy to spot, as she rather stood out among those using the range. As for the woman that she had been talking to before his arrival, Vreta himself did not recognize her face, but his implants quickly pulled up her image from memory. It was that agent. And to her presence…Vreta could not help but to smile.

“Hello there.” Vreta remarked, grinning at both Freyr and the agent.

The Cradle

Ultimately, Vreta did not stick to exercising for as long as he might have normally. He went through stretching and running as he normally would, given that the equipment available was perfectly suitable for it. However, when it came to strength training, even the highest values of resistance on any of the equipment in the gym was not difficult for him. It was a bit amusing to see some of the looks he got from the other gym-goers while lifting even the heaviest of the weights with ease, but this was the gym for civilian passengers, who generally did not have extensive strength-enhancing augmentations. Those sorts of enhancements would be more common among the Human soldiers, he supposed, so the request he put in for better equipment would likely remedy the situation next time.

After doing what he could for his workout, Vreta supposed he should actually get to work. He needed to ready the crew to arrive on Rothia, though there were different considerations for different types of crew. The scientists were by far the most important individuals to acclimate, quickly and effectively, to their new environment. Soldiers needed to know enough to stay out of trouble, but they did not even have to leave the ship, except during the expedition itself. Vreta would probably need to prepare the civilians and military differently. He had taken digital pamphlets from the Rothian Tourism Commission meant to help inform new arrivals, though Vreta intended to edit them to pertain more specifically to Humans from Outremer. Thinking about it, Vreta supposed it would be a good idea to speak to Freyr again and ask her some questions.

This time, Vreta sent a simple message to Freyr instead of a call, so as not to be disruptive to anything she might be doing. ”Do you have time to talk? I wanted to run a few of my thoughts by you.”

The Cradle

“I think I shall.” Vreta replied. He had been eating somewhat slowly, so he was not ready to leave the table just yet. “Sleep well. I think we will have quite a fair amount of work to do before we arrive, but it’s nothing I would lose any sleep over.”

After the others left, Vreta took his time to enjoy his dinner. He had a feeling that he would be spending quite a lot of time doing his “official” job during this expedition. He was, of course, still operating in the service of the Rahn’Masser, but he had, for the most part, already done his job in regards to espionage. There was no reason to use subterfuge to learn about the Cradle when they had a formal agreement that involved the cooperative research on it. Ensuring that they were able to work smoothly with the Humans was legitimately a large part of his role. Otherwise, he just had to make sure they were able to gain what they were hoping for from this expedition, by whatever means were required.

Once he had eaten, Vreta did take some time to find this “beach room” Masgard had mentioned, and he spent about an hour simply enjoying the heat before finally retiring to his room. He did not make much of an effort to see what else the room had to offer aside from warm air, as he was just in the mood to relax for a short time before finally retiring to his room for the night. He could explore it more in-depth later.

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Vreta did not rush to start his day the next day. He slept in late, then had a hearty breakfast while relaxing in his own room. From there, however, he did take the time to find the gym designated for the ship’s civilian passengers. Strictly speaking, his heavily-augmented body did not require regular exercise to keep in good shape. His augments were entwined with, and sometimes replaced, his natural muscles, so they kept his natural muscle mass to the required minimum for the implants to function properly. However, there were still some physical and mental benefits to regular exercise. It was a way for him to wake himself up and get himself in the mindset to be active for the day. Although, he did find that there was no equipment that could provide meaningful resistance for his level of augmentation, so he did make a request for something more heavy-duty that he could use next time.

Halo: Aegis Team

Vael 'Virisusai

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It was safe to say that the start of their assault was not going as well as Vael could have hoped. They were encountering more resistance than he had expected, and earlier than anticipated. Hopefully that would mean less resistance later, but regardless, he needed to focus on the enemy in front of him. The phantom that had inserted the rest of their team had been shot down by a heavy weapons squad and crashed on the opposite side of the structure. Already, Ryker and Aviza were focusing their attention on trying to rescue the pilots.

Normally, Vael would prioritize the mission over a detour for a rescue, but the same soldiers that were attacking the crash site could easily turn around and pursue them into the structure. Vael had a feeling there was some confusion among the rebel ranks, else they would have little reason to devote forces to a crashed phantom. It would be best to take advantage of that confusion , as Aegis currently had a potentially advantageous position to deal with them.

With neither side having much cover, the rebels that Aegis had initially been fighting had routed quickly and retreated back down the ramp into the interior of the structure, leaving only those on the far side of the structure fighting Ryker and the phantom pilot, with just a few crates from cover. Himself and the rest of Aegis could move in from behind to flank them, but they needed to move quickly.

Unlike most of his allies, Vael had strong cover from his position on the ramp during the fight, so his shields were at full strength. From the hits his allies had taken, he doubted many were as well-off, so he sprinted out from his position on the ramp, reloading his carbine as he ran and taking the lead ahead of the rest of the team. ”Push forward! Keep towards the front if you still have shields.”

There was at least one squad of Humans and a small pack of Jiralhanae, both far outnumbering the single Spartan and Sangheili defending the crash site. Seeing as the Brutes would take far too many shots to bring down quickly, Vael decided to focus on the Humans while he still had the element of surprise. As he moved around the central tower, Vael took a plasma grenade in hand and tossed it in the middle of the enemy position. He did not focus on sticking an enemy as much as just placing it in a position to force them out of cover, allowing them the chance to cut down the vulnerable Humans quickly.

The Cradle

Vreta seemed to perk up after Masgard mentioned a beach room. From the sounds of it, that was not a kind of luxury that Vreta would have expected on a Human military vessel. Although, he supposed that again might be owing to the modular design of its compartments. In any case, he was pleasantly surprised to hear that he might actually be able to enjoy at least some of the features he was accustomed to on Rothian ships. “I would not say I feel cold exactly. Or I should say, part of my implants’ functions is to maintain a healthy body temperature, so I am not in any danger of health issues, but I do naturally still feel more comfortable in warmer air. This ‘beach room’ you mention, it does sound like something I would like to visit. I think I may, after I eat. It would help me wind down for the day.”

There was another brief pause as Vreta tried some of his fish fillet. He felt he liked the steak better, but he still would not call the fish “bad”, by any means. “Rothia has oceans, seas, and beaches to accompany them; some sandy, some rocky. Though, Rothia is quite a mountainous planet, compared to many others. It is also a very warm planet. Even in the mountains, the air is usually comfortably warm for us. Only the highest of peaks get to be unlivably cold to a Rothian. At sea level, the air can be rather hot. I don’t believe it is dangerously hot for a Human, just make sure to stay hydrated if you want to visit.”

The Cradle

Vreta was interested to know if most scientific expeditions received this same level of treatment from the Human military, as it would be indicative of how seriously they were taking both this expedition, and the threat in general. Though, if this was Freyr’s first outing, she would not be the one to know. In any case, he took a moment to tear off a piece of his steak before replying.

“The highest. The Rothian people have an…especially large economy, particularly compared to the size of our population. Automation has streamlined many aspects of our society, so we do not suffer for a lack of resources. We can afford to put our best foot forward for nearly any effort we wish to make. For this project, you can expect to have the highest quality assistance we can give you. ” Vreta answered. “I know my people have a certain…reputation for having high standards, but I think you will enjoy what we can offer, both when working and in your free time. You will receive all of the same quality of accommodations as any Rothian would. You should also be able to make special requests, if there is something you want that a Rothian might not normally think of, or if there is something you think you might not need. I suppose I am not completely sure if a Human would have any use for a basking room, for instance.”

The Cradle

There had not been much for Vreta to say as of yet. Even if there had been, he could read the room enough to realize that it was not the best time to put the scientists through a cultural crash course. That could wait until their journey had commenced. Until then, he supposed there was no harm in winding down for the day, and he did agree with Freyr that some dinner was long overdue. If nothing else, Vreta wanted to try and relax to put the mental images of those Cradle creatures out of his mind. He was going to have nightmares about getting dragged into the ground by those thorny vines.

“I haven’t seen my quarters yet, though I do have a map to their location. But yes, I would certainly like something to eat. I skipped lunch, after that whole event in the Cradle.” Vreta answered.

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Despite the size of the ship, its transit system did make traversing the vessel as quick and efficient as possible. Though, in any case, the civilian modules, like the lab, their quarters, and dining area, had all been placed in proximity to one another for convenience. That, and separating out the military and civilian components of the crew did tend to be better for both parties, or at least that was Vreta’s perspective. Among Rothians, there could be quite a disconnect between the lives of civilians and those in military service.

In any case, as the dining area was intended for the civilian personnel, it was not quite so utilitarian as Vreta would expect from Human militaries. Again, the air was a bit cool for his tastes, but that would be true across the majority of the ship. He was pleased to see plenty of seating that looked like it could be comfortable, even for him, as well as a varied menu when he went to choose his dinner from the dispensary. Granted, a carnivore’s idea of variety was in the number of different meats available, and Vreta ended up with steak, chicken wings, and a salmon fillet on his plate, along with a glass of red wine.

“Your military seems to be treating you and your fellow researchers well on this voyage. Is that a common treatment for you, or is this a special case?” Vreta asked.

The Cradle

The Humans did seem to be making impressive progress on assembling their lab. Although it would not help them arrive on Rothia any sooner, it did seem that the scientists did not want to waste any of the time they had. That was something Vreta could appreciate, though he supposed it should not have been surprising. The Humans obviously did not want to let on to the full severity of the situation, but this deal they had made spoke to the desperate situation they were in. He doubted they had many more leads than to follow the threat of what that creature had lead them to. And if this was a desperate bid to save their planet, Vreta supposed he should be sure to approach the situation with the appropriate gravity.

Vreta had not had much time to prepare to speak, but he could adapt. With a glance and a nod down towards Freyr, Vreta quickly addressed the scientists. “I know that…many of you did not necessarily want to send yourselves to a world alien to you in a time like this. Outremer is the home you are trying to protect, and I do respect that. I will do what I can to make this transition painless. Rothia is a very different place from your home, I will say that, but as the heart of my people’s civilization, it is also a safe place. We will provide all of the experts and resources we can to help solve this problem your world is facing. With our combined efforts, I am confident we will be able to return your world to a state of peace and stability. I will be distributing informative guides on the primary differences you should expect from Rothia, but if you have any questions for me, any of you may feel free to ask.”

The Cradle

Vreta appeared more and more focused the more Freyr described the object. He could understand the reasons why the Humans had yet been unable to discover the mysteries contained within the object’s shell, especially considering how important its continued functioning was to them. They could not risk damaging it, though ideas were coming to mind about how they could learn more even with all of those restrictions.

“Let’s see…weightless it might be, but that would not remove the object’s mass. An analysis of the local variances in gravitational forces, compared to the natural gravitational field produced by the planet around it, could allow us to calculate the average mass of the object as a whole. The gravitational field would be affected if it is being suspended in place by artificial gravitational fields, but we my people can easily detect artificial gravitational fields, and we should still be able to work backwards to find the object’s average mass. A material analysis of the outer shell could at least reveal the alloy’s density. With that, and the average mass of the total object, it would be a simple matter to calculate the upper and lower bounds of the shell’s thickness. And if we were to take very granular observations of gravitational fields at different distances from the shell, maybe…”

Vreta’s train of thought was interrupted when Freyr addressed him directly. He had his neural implant keep a note of his ideas so far, then nodded to Freyr. “Oh, yes. As the leader of your team, it would probably be best for you to introduce me.”

The Cradle

It was easy to see that Vreta showed a great deal of interest in the object that Freyr projected above her desk. He initially leaned in to get a closer look, though disappointingly, there was little to learn from the model other than the fact that the object was a sphere. Certainly, there were no obvious notable features, and based on what Freyr was saying, they did not know much more about its interior. “Now this…is something we did not know. What is the scale of this thing?” He asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question as he checked and converted the units listed in the projection a moment later.

“Our scans did not detect anything nearly like this on our planet, though you did say it disrupts scanners…in what way exactly? Or do you have any way of knowing? And how certain are you of the presence of organic material within? If the exterior is indestructible to you, then I can assume you have not sampled it, so that idea must have come from scans. Can you be confident that it is truly there, or could those results be the product of the interference? I know you have not broken through it, but have you performed any material analyses of the exterior alloy?” Eventually, Vreta forced himself to stop. He had asked her plenty of questions, with plenty of enthusiasm, but he did realize that it would be prudent to allow her to actually answer them.