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Recently completed story by CMDR KazukoHimura with collaboration and appearance by my character as well as CMDR Jubei Himura. Can be found here on Inara: https://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/244161/64791/
Officially announcing Celebration of Early Astronomy 4!
For full post and map visit https://theexpedition.info/Announcement
Dates: January 08, 2022 to March 05, 2022
Planned Map (Still subject to alterations): https://theexpedition.info/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Full-Chart.png
Distance: 39,335.54 Ly
“The early 2000s, they were often the speculative setting of early science fiction works. Early imaginings of interstellar travel, first contact with aliens, apocalypses, pandemics, you name it, there was probably a movie or book set in the early 21st century of it. While humanity may not have invented interstellar travel by 2020 as many novels and films purported, they still discovered plenty gems of our galaxy by then.
Lucky for us in 3308 we do have interstellar travel and can visit these gems that humans on Earth in the early 21st century could only dream of visiting. So that is just what we will be setting out to do. This expedition will visit many of the noteworthy celestial objects discovered by the early 21st century, some of which even still are considered noteworthy even today in 3308.
We will be setting off from our faction’s home system Keltim, also known as Gliese 149 to the humans of 2020. From there we will be travelling our route clockwise. Many of the sights on this expedition revisit those featured on earlier CEA expeditions for those that weren’t on those.
— Patron Kezika T. Wylair
Please fill out a sign-up form if you’re coming along! Note: even if you’re not sure yet all your details, the form will give you an edit link once you submit so that you can come back and edit your submission in the future with any changes you make. Just make sure to save your link!
Sign-up form: https://theexpedition.info/Register Roster: https://theexpedition.info/Roster EDSM Page: https://theexpedition.info/EDSM
Summary and Information
Dates: January 08, 2022 to March 05, 2022 Waypoint Count: 35 Distance: 39,335.54 Ly Expedition Discord: https://theexpedition.info/Discord
Odyssey Compatibility Notes: With Horizons and Odyssey at this time currently split and some people not having Odyssey we will do basecamps in Horizons if needed. There is a private question on the registration form regarding if you have Odyssey or not. When we announce basecamps the bot in our server will make a post that you can RSVP to if you plan on coming. We will cross-reference the attendee list with the Roster to make the determination of if the basecamp needs otbe help in Horizons or if only Odyssey compatible players are attending that particular one.
Start: Keltim End: T Tauri
===================== Current Waypoint List (each leg is 2 weeks)
- Keltim (GL 149)
- PMD2009 48 (Orion Nebula)
- Epsilon Orionis
- VY Canis Majoris
- ALS 299 (Thor’s Helmet Nebula)
- CXOU J061705.3+222127 (Jellyfish Nebula)
- Crab Pulsar (Crab Nebula)
- BD+46 1067
- Hypoe Ain MO-I D9-37 (Heart & Soul Nebulae)
- RS Persei
- Bubble Sector PD-S b4-4 (Bubble Nebula)
- Mu Cephei
- KY Cygni
- BD+41 4004 (NGC 7027)
- S171 43 (NGC 7822)
- Veil West Sector DL-Y D68 (Veil West Nebula)
- HIP 102082
- CoRoT-9 (CoRoT-9b)
- 46 Upsilon Sagittarii
- Snake Sector PD-S B4-1 (Snake Nebula)
- PSR J1856-3754 (Coronet Pulsar)
- IC 4604 Sector FB-X c1-17 (Rho Ophiuchi Cloud Complex)
- Shapley 1 (Fine Ring Nebula)
- HIP 62270 (Coalsack Nebula)
- Alcyone (The Pleiades)
- GMM2008 22 (NGC 1333)
- 40 o Persei
- T Tauri (Hind Nebula)
Each Leg will additionally have an announcement post on https://theexpedition.info when they start detailing any optionals they may have added to them. Optional waypoints are subject to be added during the expedition up until the start of the leg.
The foremost authority on cosmopsychosis treatment, C.E.A. Psychiatric Institutions Ltd. has released a statement regarding the new Onionhead Gamma Strain, The IHO’s findings of medicinal values, and Neomedical Industries recent statements.
Patron Kezika T. Wylair, President and Founder of C.E.A released the following statement:
“We support and agree with Neomedical’s goals of widening availability to the general public of potentially life saving treatments. Our research facilities in Keltim will also be looking into its potential applications for cosmopsychosis treatment, and we believe the results will be promising.”
Cosmopsychosis, commonly referred to as space madness is a psychiatric condition affecting billions across the galaxy and can be caused by prolonged stresses related to living and traveling in space.
Patron Kezika T. Wylair herself a space pilot of the Pilot’s Federation and no stranger to mental health advocacy has in recent years used her massive wealth to found C.E.A. Psychiatric Institutions Ltd. which has established itself as an authority in cosmopsychosis research at their flagship hospital, Wylair Verdure Center located in Fireopal on Keltim A 5.
The Interstellar Health Organization recently followed up on and verified the Kung Crew’s claims that the recently discovered Onionhead Gamma Strain also known as “Helix” had medicinal qualities. Specifically of interest to C.E.A. is in the use case as neuroleptic medication, a class of drug already used to treat some of the symptoms of space madness.
However there are of course many phases and trials any potential drug made with Onionhead Gamma Strain would have to go through before being considered safe and approved for use. Such requirements may also vary between jurisdictions and superpowers. The Federation however so far has had a long history with Onionhead, mostly negative, so the outlook on any potential availability in The Federation looks slim. C.E.A. Psychiatric Institutions Ltd. while registered as an Imperial corporation, and spearheaded by an Imperial Patron of the Keltim Empire League offers their medical services and products to anyone in the galaxy.
((True date: 09-30-3305))((Link to Kazuko's perspective: https://inara.cz/cmdr-logbook/244161/62658/))
Kezika had some cargo runs needing completed for some of the C.E.A. Psychiatric facilities. Keen as usual to give work opportunities to patients within the societal reintegration programs at her facilities she opened a work order to have a patient do the inventory verification process on her cargo Cutter, the Arcus.
The patient had been transferred up to Alfven Orbital from a facility on Keltim A 5, and was residing in a crew quarters during transport over to Laveykin Orbital in Tau-3 Eridani. However, due to some unforseen circumstances in the cargo loading area, the cargo loader bots were tied up loading another ship and causing a long wait for Arcus to get serviced. Dock officers had advised Kezika that it would be at least a few more house before they would be able to load their cargo.
"Xavier, if you could please have the chef prepare some Fujin Tea and prepare a charcuterie board from our selection of premium Earth pork for our guest, I shall go bring them up," Kezika requested of her ship's butler, Xavier Hampton, who rushed off towards the ship kitchen.
Kezika meanwhile grabbed her tablet and headed down the elevator to the ship's cargo hold, tapping at it to give a quick few tidbits of information about the temp-worker that the hospital had sent to her.
'Ah, slavery rehab patient... Kazuko Himura,' Kezika noted to herself as she walked into the cargo hold and immediately spotted them, sitting back against a cargo rack taking a short rest.
"Are you Kazuko Himura?" she asked, tapping off her datapad's screen.
"I am," Kazuko stated, "are the dock workers here? Is there anything I can do while I wait for them if they're not?"
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm CMDR Kezika, care to come up to the CMDR quarters for some Fujin Tea and charcuterie, while we wait?" she offered.
Kazuko gave a curious look in response, but after a moment responded, "Y-yeah, sure. Lead the way."
Kezika showed Kazuko the way to the CMDR quarter, showing her in towards the dining table Xavier had set up in the few minutes Kezika had been away. Kezika motioned to an open seat, which Kazuko sat at.
Prompt and on cue as always, Xavier gracefully swept by, setting down the larger charcuterie tray for Kazuko and pouring her a Fujin Tea, as well as one for Kezika. While Kazuko took a small sip from the tea for a moment. Kezika subtly heard a stomach growl from Kazuko as her guest spied the tray.
"Feel free to eat as much as you would like," she stated, "I had my chef prepare it just for you since we'll be here for a while waiting for this starport's cargo loaders to get to us. In the meantime, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?" she asked as Xavier came back with the smaller charcuterie tray for Kezika.
"Me?" Kazuko asked, between mouthfuls of food, "I play a lot of games, I guess. Been taking a liking to the ones set up in the facility's entertainment rooms. NOt to mention the puzzle box I've had for quite some time."
Kezika internally chuckled at Kazuko's excitement to the food, "Ah, yes, the Jaradharre Puzzle Box, exquisite programming on those," Kezika mused, "Any specific games in the entertainment system you're interested in?" she followed up, partially curious about the guest's interests as well as gathering feedback on the games, since Kezika hand selected some of the games available in those rooms.
"Anything that allows me to explore. Lately I've been playing a space flight simulator!" Kaz exclaimed, her eyes having lit up with excitement remembering the hours she spent engrossed in that particular game.
"Ah, so you find pilotiong ships enjoyable? Have you given any consideration into it as a profession when complete with the reintegration program?" Kezika asked, Kazuko visibly excited by the question.
"I have! I've always wanted to see what was out there. I've spent so long in just one place, I want to travel, I want to fly to new places! On my own terms, too! It's like the ultimate form of freedom!" Kazuko responded, extremely excitedly.
'Ah, really excited about space travel too, perhaps she could make a good CMDR herself,' Kezika thought about that response, "Nice, well I can see about potentially getting you set up to attend the Pilot's Federation Academy in Matet after you are discharged from your current program." she replied, after a moment of thought.
Kazuko was clearly trying to hold back tears, so Kezika gave her some time to not get overly excitable and enjoy her food. After finishing a few more cuts of meat Kazuko said something again, "Sorry about that... Got a bit too excited there," she said, blushing rose with embarassment.
"Oh! Excitement is wonderful! Any other games you enjoy? I personally enjoy some of the vintage World War Interim Era games," Kezika asked, to gauge other interests.
"I think the other games I enjoy are from that era? A lot of old role-playing games that allowed you to connect with other people using something called 'The Internet"," Kazuko replied.
The conversation went on, taking various turns for a while, with Kazuko finishing off the charcuterie board. After a few hours Xavier popped back into the quarters, "Ma'am, the cargo loaders have reported loading completion," he stated, speaking to Kezika.
"Guess that means i have to head back," Kazuko stated, turning to Kezika, "It was nice meeting you."
'She seems nice and personable, would be good to stay in touch with this one,' Kezika thought, grabbing a small electronic card from her pocket, "Ah yes indeed, and I must get the ship ready to launch and head back to Keltim, here is my contact card for you to keep in touch with," Kezika stated, holding out the card she grabbed a moment ago.
"Thanks! I'll keep in touch!" Kazuko exclaimed, taking the card and heading out of the CMDR quarters.
Kezika then headed to the bridge and waited for the green light that all ordered cargo was properly loaded before requesting liftoff, and heading back to Alfven Orbital in Keltim.
Kezika Turiel Wylair hit a button her joystick as a notice popped up on the HUD. With a loud bang she, and her Type-10 Defender, Derecho, popped out of Supercruise. In front of them was a small flotilla of ships, an Anaconda, a couple Eagles, one of the Imperial variety, and a Python.
She pressed another button and began speaking, "Leave this system or face destruction, pirates," after which she pressed another series of button causing the ship's hardpoints to deploy.
"And who do you think you are, there's 10 of us and one of you! How about you give us your ship instead, and we'll be nice enough to drop your escape pod near a station," replied a voice, which the HUD identified as coming from the Anaconda.
"Who I am doesn't concern you, your death and subsequent inflation of Keltim Empire League's ego however does to me," Kezika replied as she pressed down on both her triggers, unleashing a flurry of bullets towards the Anaconda.
A heated battle ensued, only the Anaconda and Python took more than a few seconds before exploding, but even they took less than a minute each.
Kezika surveyed the various outputs, ammunition was reduced, slightly, and shields were still at 90%.
"Eurybia Cerulean 9, do you have a lock on the next flotilla?" Kezika asked into her comms microphone.
"Negative, that appears to be the last flotilla according to our scans, we will continue to intercept system security reports to Keltim Empire League and modify them to state that their own security forces made the kills," replied the voice.
"Thank you, your services were well worth the price," Kezika replied.
A holographic screen displayed over the windows of a conference room on a fleet carrier, backdropped by Eurybia 2; a tan ringed gas giant with many darker oval spots caused by atmospheric storms. Ships on occasion would fly past the window on their way to dock.
Six faces filled the screen of a videoconference, and otherwise alone in the conference room sat two people. One of them a red-haired woman, sitting opposite the screen, Patron Kezika Turiel Wylair. The other was a blonde woman, Amaleigh Wessex, sitting away at the far end of the table.
“I vote retreat,” stated Patron Ayres on the videoconference, a dark-haired man,
“That makes 2 for retreat, 2 for continue, next is your vote Patron Wylair?” asked a green-haired lady, Patron Slater.
“I abstain as undecided,” stated Kezika.
“That is 2 retreat, 2 continue, 1 abstain, next is Patron Zhu?”
“We must retreat, the opposition is too strong,” responded Patron Zhu.
“3 retreat, 2 continue, 1 abstain, finally Patron Conner?”
“I agree with Zhu, retreat, there is no point in staying longer,” replied Patron Conner.
“Then it is decided, 4 for retreat, 2 to continue, and 1 abstaining, the Keltim Empire League shall officially retreat from this war,” stated Patron Slater, “Any forces under your respective commands should move back to Keltim as soon as possible, this meeting is adjourned.”
“Affirmative, farewell and be safe,” said Kezika.
Kezika then pressed a button on the table which disconnected the video conference and returned the holoscreen to its default mode cycling between cameras of the fleet carrier’s various hangars.
Amaleigh stood from her seat at the end of the conference table and made her way over to where Kezika was sitting.
The holoscreen cycled to that of hanger 8. In it was an Imperial Cutter, painted black and gold and emblazoned with the logo of Denton Patreus. Mechanics swarmed around it as it received repair service. Text on the lower right stated the name as INV Diamond Rain and affiliated with the Keltim Empire League.
“Make the appropriate calls to any of our mercenaries, the other Patrons voted for ceasefire and retreat,” Kezika said to Amaleigh.
The holoscreen next cycled to that of hangar 9. Displayed was a Fer-de-Lance, painted blue and adorned with non-standard fitting of rusted metal spikes. Mechanics also swarmed around this ship also receiving repairs. The text on the lower right stated the name as Blood Glaive and affiliated with the Eurybia Blue Mafia.
“In any case it was good business while it lasted,” she continued, ending with a sigh, and then standing up herself and walking out of the room.
April 5, 3306 – Wylair Verdure Center - Fireopal – planet A 5 – Keltim system
“Attention! Vacate the shoreline with haste!” blared a voice from a loudspeaker as lights over a fenced in beach strobed white and red. “A bay landing has been scheduled for 10 minutes, we repeat, vacate the shoreline with haste as a safety precaution!”
The beach however was empty except for one solitary woman, Majordomo Amaleigh Wessex. In response to the alarms sounds she calmly flipped open an antique pocket watch for a moment, before putting it away and briskly walking back towards the building the fenced in area attached to, her robes sparkling crimson as platinum filigree detailing reflected the warm hues of a sunset as she walked.
A few moments later she was heading into a conference room bedecked with glass artwork designed to utilize the natural outdoor light as accent lighting in the conference room. Artificial lighting only illuminated the table in the center of the conference room, the rest illuminated in hues or red and orange by the sunset.
Ameleigh flipped out her pocket watch once again, “Madame, our honored guests shall be making landing in 7 minutes and 23 seconds!”
“Thank you, please ensure they can alight with minimal wait for our meeting.” Replied Imperial Patron Kezika T. Wylair, the other lone occupant of the conference room.
Kezika was dressed up even more than usual, albeit subtly enough for a business occasion. Jewelry and other accentuation were a bit more toned down than her usual wear, but of the few pieces she wore, they were of absolute top quality and materials. Rhodium jewelry in place of Platinum jewelry, painite and poudretteite over rubies and diamonds today.
“Dock team is ready, I shall make haste back down for landing,” replied Amaleigh as she quickly left the room, shutting the door behind her. Kezika remained watching the bay from the conference room window, admiring the eternal sunset that Fire Opal was known and named for, having been built in the sunset zone of a tidally-locked planet.
Down in the dock control room a controller’s comms crackled into life. “WVC-01 set for atmospheric drop-in, confirm clearance.”
“Clearance confirmed WVC-01, please proceed,” replied the comms operator.
The ship’s pilot responded, “Triggering in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… Drop”
That last word barely could be heard over the loud boom echoing through the city as what looked to be a huge fireball appeared above the city, roughly 10 kilometers above ground and of equal distance away from the bay.
The comms operator quickly keyed their microphone once more, “Visual confirmed, proceed to bay, area confirmed clear.”
Shortly thereafter the distinctive bullet-shape nose of a black and gold painted Beluga peeked out from the cloud of vaporized gas it created upon drop and proceeded towards the bay. One unusual difference on this Beluga was the addition of two more large wings on each side of the ship as well as additional sets of adjustment thrusters firing more aggressive bursts than those of a standard Beluga.
The ship glided downwards towards the bay at what would appear an alarming rate to an untrained eye. Comms remained calm in tone however, reading off altitudes. Once flight level 300 was read aloud forward-facing thrusters on the additional wings fired at full force along with the stock Beluga reverse thrusters, bringing the Beluga’s forward momentum down dramatically.
For the last few seconds of glide, thrusters along the bottom of the ship were now firing straight into the water of the bay as the ship glided above, creating a massive trail of steam behind the ship, until just a second before the ship made contact with the water’s surface they shut off.
Large waves billowed out from the ship in every direction as the roughly 1,600 tons of ship settled onto the water and came to a stop. Steam billowed out of the bay all around the ship as well as off many surfaces of the ship that water had splashed over. Water rushed up the beach towards the building, flooding three quarters of the beach area in steaming water.
The main thrusters of the ship flared up slightly along with some side thrusters as the ship moved into position, creating even more clouds of steam until the ship could barely be seen through it all.
From the building a retractable corridor began extending out towards the ship. Three men outfit in protective jumpsuits ran out alongside the corridor through the steam to the dock where the ship had lined up an external door. They hurriedly attached the corridor to the airlock and verified that it was secure.
“WVC-01, thermal corridor in-place, safe to alight passengers,” spoke the comms controller into his microphone.
Roughly a minute later the external door of the Orca opened into the corridor, and first stepped out a man and woman. The former wearing a bright white suit with platinum linework throughout, which contrasted with his dark, wrinkled skin. Underneath a suit, a golden color shirt which matched his dyed yellow hair. The woman, wearing similar attire, but her hair instead dyed pink, complementing a light but rosy skin tone.
They former was Vice President of C.E.A Psychiatric Institutions Ltd., Rodolfo Moss, the latter, the Chief Compliance Officer Sariah Vincent. They were followed out of the ship by a small entourage of 10 others, bedecked in various Imperial style business clothing.
As the group made their way towards the building, Amaleigh stepped out of the comms room and into the rear lobby of the hospital and opened the sliding doors on her side of the hospital for the guests.
As the hospital’s rear lobby is was fairly small but furnished with marble floors and gold accenting throughout.
“Welcome to the Wylair Verdure Center!” greeted Amaleigh as the guests entered the lobby.
“Well met Miss Wessex, I presume Patron Wylair is ready?” inquired Rodolfo.
“She is, if you would kindly follow,” she replied.
Rodolfo turned towards the guests, “It has been a pleasure meeting you all, I must attend to matters in my office, however Majordomo Wessex here shall lead on to your meeting with Patron Kezika Wylair.”
Rodlofo bowed towards the guests and then after a nod and quick motion towards Amaleigh he proceeded down one of the hallways.
“Right this way,” stated Amaleigh as she began walking towards an elevator along the back wall, which automatically opened at their approach. Everyone stepped inside and Amaleigh pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator rose for a moment before the doors slid open once again, this time opening into a room, with double doors on each of the walls, the ones directly in front of the elevator though the most ornate and largest. Amaleigh grabbed the handle of those and opened them, both sides opening in perfect sync by design. She remained holding the door, allowing the guests and Sariah to walk in to the conference room.
Kezika turned to face the group, “Salutations inspectors! Shall I presume you enjoyed Rodolfo’s tour of the mobile ward then?”
“It is a unique idea so far, however it is sound for your intended use as far as we see,” chimed in one of the inspectors, Korine.
“Presents a unique opportunity for longer term patients to reduce confinement induced irritability,” added in Niamh, the inspector standing next to Korine.
“Any question before we proceed on our tour then?” asked Kezika of the group.
“Just one,” replied a man named Vincent, “Your brief said your facility takes patients from other star systems as well, how are they received to this location for assessment?”
“There are multiple options. Most interstellar patients will be assessed in their own system and referred to here. However, there is also the option of assessment at our single-ward facility in Alfven Orbital which has already been inspected and approved, which will act as a waiting unit for patients awaiting transfer to here. The Beluga you just toured will perform transfers, as well as an atmospheric flight equipped Orca we have as well.” replied Kezika.
“This all sounds terribly expensive to health insurance payors; how can you be certain that such costs will be covered for your patients and they won’t be saddled with the bill?” Vincent followed up with.
“Glad you asked that, we do not charge patients for any transportation or other incidental costs to a patient’s treatment. My Imperial Office of Patronage already has an established charity fund for those under my representation that pays for any extraneous healthcare costs. I have authorized for it to also extend to transportation and other incidental fees of all patients of any of our facilities; that is regardless of any political affiliations or needs based judgements, all patients get that benefit,” Kezika explained.
Vincent nodded and typed something into a notepad quickly, “Well I believe we are ready to proceed to see the wards here then.”
“Right this way then,” Kezika motioned as she headed through a door concealed into the rear wall of the conference room that opened as she approached.
“These here are our administrative corridors. Any ward can be accessed through them, for quick security response if the need arises,” she explained quickly as she pressed a button on the wall next to a pair of elevator doors, “This one will lead to Alpha ward, one of our general-purpose wards.”
The doors immediately slid open and everyone stepped inside and pressed another button inside.
“Each elevator here is for a specific ward. All are secured with identity chips, right now it works because I am in here, as well as Sariah. If we were not here however, the elevator would not operate, their entrances on the wards themselves are also concealed for additional security through obscurity.”
The elevator gracefully came to a stop and the doors slid open, but only to a wall with a big letter A painted on it, as well as a small scanner device and a display showing a camera feed of a hallway
“Here, staff or security using this elevator would be able to verify that there are not any patients waiting to try and sneak in. Normally, patients would not even know of the existence of this elevator, but it is an extra precaution with flight risk patients,” Kezika said just before waving her wrist in front of the scanner which responded with a cheery beep.
The panel slid away and then to the side to reveal the hallway displayed previously on the camera feed. At a large window on one end of the hall sat a few leather upholstered recliners set to look out the large window. In the other direction the hall stretched towards a lobby, lined with doors on each side. A muted minty shade of green adorned the walls, with a gradient down to a more vibrant green carpet. Light from the sunset out the window splayed along them in complement to the green.
Each door of the hallway made of a light stained cherry wood, with a reflective silver-plated handle. Kezika walked over to the first one and opened it wide, allowing her entourage to enter. The walls of the room were painted in a very light gray tone. For the first three meters the floor was a matching wood to the door along a thinner corridor before the room widened. In the main section was black carpet with a swirly artwork made of a slightly reflective silver color throughout.
Kezika reached out to a screen panel next to the door which turned on and displayed a square color spectrum on it. She moved her fingers along, and the lighting in the room responded in turn, brightening into a pure white light, and then shifting over to a slight pink tone. She then pressed the screen once again, and after another finger swipe, accent lighting came on from underneath a desk situated in the far corner of the room, and cycled through some colors before Kezika settled it on a complementary green to the pink lighting.
“Each patient room is equipped with full spectrum programmable lighting so that they can always have the lighting they desire most. There are also some presets, including one which will copy the current exterior lighting of our sunset into their room,” explained Wylair as she switched the lighting over to the sunset mode.
Kezika then stepped over to the bed that sat along the left wall of the room in the main section, opposite of a large bookshelf built into the wall, “Each bed we have ordered from the same manufacturer that supplies the Senatorial Hotel on Capitol. For most of our patients they will be even more comfortable and plush than their own bed at home.”
“Each room also has their own private restroom built into it as well,” Kezika stated while motioning towards the door along the right side of the room’s entry corridor.
The restroom floor changed over from wood to a glass tile with a silver foil underlay. The door entered at one corner of the bathroom, a large walk-in bathtub and shower unit of at least a meter in both width and length dominated the opposite corner. One the right hand from the door, next to the bathtub sat a subtle grey marble counter with an inlaid sink, with the toilet in the remaining corner.
After detailing some features of the bathtub as well as the heated floor of the bathroom Kezika led the entourage back to the hallway and proceeded towards the main commons space of the ward. After the last door on the left side of the hall, a large glass window revealed a verdant garden of plants with sitting benches. Kezika made a quick stop here.
“Each ward has a small garden accessible to the patients for their leisure and relaxation. Plants have been selected to be as hypoallergenic as possible. In the event of patient with an allergy to one of the plants, there is at least two ward gardens that will not have that particular species of plant. In this way all patients will have the ability to use a garden without irritation,” Kezika explained.
Moving past the windows of the garden and the last patient room on the right-hand side of the hallway, the ward widened into a commons space. Most of the walls in this area were painted in a subtle mint tone. Various skylights brought in natural lighting. Along the main path the floor was a continuation of the darker green carpeting. Within some nooks offset on the sides the carpeting gave way to dark stained cherrywood.
On the right-hand side was a sitting area in a large nook, bedecked with multiple leather sofas, as well as a pair of hammocks against opposite walls. The far wall was made in two layers, the first a transparent wall with a small airgap between it and the rear wall. Inside the airgap a large television was mounted.
On the left-hand side was a window cut out in the wall with a room on the other side. The wall the window was cut from was paneled in a dark stained wood. Mounted on the panels was a giant linework flower made of rose gold. This was the nurse’s station for the ward. Just past the window cut out was a small indentation with a few tap dispensers for tea and coffee on a counter as well. Underneath both counters shone accent lighting brought in via fiber optics from the natural outdoor lighting.
Further along the left wall past the nurse’s station was another smaller nook with a couple cherrywood tables set in as a dining area. Past both nooks on opposing walls were a pair of conference rooms. A quick peek inside would reveal they were decorated in a similar manner to the patient bedrooms.
Eventually the entourage reached the far end of the corridor, which widened again into a glass enclosed sitting area, a garden sat outside the glass on the left-hand side, and a view of the bay was seen on the right-hand side.
“Well that is our Alpha Ward, all the wards are outfitted identically, with the exception of the crisis intervention unit, which you already saw before your tour of the mobile ward,” Kezika stated.
Niamh stepped forward from the group of inspectors, “Your brief mentions a Cosmopsychosis Specialty Ward, what differs there exactly?”
“Outfitting is also identical, the main difference is that it is not a locked unit, and is staffed by psychiatrists specializing in cosmopsychosis,” Kezika responded, “It operates in a middle ground between a regular inpatient and a partial ward. Patients attend therapy throughout the afternoon. The rest of the hours of the day they are free to come and go, and local patients can even elect to spend their nights at home. This is of course as long as they are not displaying symptoms or other disorders requiring a more acute level of care,” Kezika explained.
“Well, unless any of my other inspectors have any questions or concerns, I feel this facility complies with all the regulations and standards,’ Niamh said, pausing to give the others a chance to speak.
After a moment of silence from the group of inspectors she spoke again, “In that case we shall authorize this hospital to open for business.”
Niamh pulled out a small plaque and inserted a small key into it before handing it over to Kezika, “That will serve as your proof of authorization in the meantime until officially on file at the head office in Achenar.”
“Most thanks inspector,” replied Kezika while taking the plaque, “If you need anything more Sariah here can continue to tour or back to the ship, I must make the final preparations for grand opening.”
“May luck be with you on this endeavor!” chirped Niamh.
After a quick handshake between the two Kezika began walking back down the corridor of the ward towards the elevator, Amaleigh followed closely behind.
“Please inform Prisma Rehabilitation that we are prepared to proceed with the patient transfers now,” instructed Kezika to Amaleigh.
Client Kezika Wylair walked quickly across the landing pad towards a ship, dressed in a long black gown featuring bright platinum filigree touches throughout. From her right shoulder to left hip she wore a sash of interleaved platinum, and gold inverted chevrons in a black border, denoting her as an Imperial Client of the Keltim system. On the sash was a particularly Thargoid-shaped platinum, diamond, and painite jeweled brooch with a single void opal in the center. Her butler Amaleigh following shortly behind, carrying a pair of suitcases and dressed in a more subtle tuxedo style outfit of black with platinum buttons and chains.
It wasn't her own ship this time around, but the Spasmatasm, a Krait Mk II of one of her Simbad Regime associates, one CMDR Scrabbles. It was engineered for anti-xeno combat. While Kezika has her own anti-xeno fighter, the Ripley, it was currently docked at a station in the Witch Head Nebula, and this contract from Hodack's administrators required a quicker turnaround.
The missions was to fly out to Penal Colony BV-2259 on HIP 16217 AB 1 A and exterminate a Thargoid Interceptor that was sticking around the site. This was Hodack's prison facility serving the Pleiades systems. That was until it came under attack by a Thargoid shortly after their appearances became more commonplace. Now that the Thargoids have been mostly beaten back after the campaign in the Witch Head Nebula, it seemed a fit time to reclaim it. So for that, they turned to CMDR Kezika, one of their frequent contractors that also had some anti-xeno experience.
The two waited at the bottom of the stairlift as CMDR Scrabbles came down the lift.
"Hey Kez, found a pilot to bring along as well I see?" inquired Scrabbles.
Kezika was confused for a moment, then realized what he meant, "No, this is my butler Amaleigh."
Scrabbles cocked his head slightly, "Why would you bring a butler on a mission to kill a literal alien warship?"
Kezika blinked twice and replied, "You don't?"
"Uh.…well, step aboard," diffused Scrabbles as he stepped back onto the lift platform and motioned for Kezika to join him.
Upon ascension into the ship's antechamber, Scrabbles went through the door into the bridge, while Kezika and Amaleigh ducked into the door designated the crew quarters.
"Well he's certainly not the biggest on ornamentation it seems," Kezika stated looking around the sterile environs of the quarters, to which Amaleigh simply nodded in response.
Amaleigh quickly secured the luggage in provided compartments and began buckling into the seat next to the one Kezika was already strapping herself into.
Kezika activated a commlink and spoke into it, "Secure for takeoff Scrabs!"
Shortly thereafter the sensation of the landing pad lowering and rotating to launch position could be felt, and then the low rumble of the engines through the spaceframe as the ship made its way out of the station and to the first frame shift.
Once in frame shift travel, Kezika and Amaleigh activated their mag-boots and got up from the chairs to attend to other business and tasks. Kezika heading over to a mirror to apply makeup, and Amaleigh working on a computer with financial files for the Wylair Estate. Many witchspace jumps passed and only minor inertial fluctuations during ship rotations and refuelings, rarely more than a quarter G worth of force due to the nature of supercruise.
Finally the commlink to the crew quarters crackled on, "Making final approach to AB 1, prepare for glide."
Kezika and Amaleigh quickly made their way over to the secure chairs and strapped in, shortly thereafter the gravity increasing and more pitching motions inducing as the Spasmatasm moved out from supercruise and into superglide, and then finally returning to regular flight profile a few kilometers above the pinkish beige surface of planet AB 1.
"On my way to bridge," Kezika stated over the comms as the ship began to nose down, the ever so slight 0.05Gs of gravity shifting towards the forward walls. For all intents and purposes, it might as well still be 0G. Kezika pushed herself slightly towards the door as she deactivated her mag-boots, allowing her to float down to it and then through it and over to the bridge door in the antechamber.
Quickly scanning her palm on a panel, the bridge door opened and Kezika made her way through the cabin down over next to where Scrabbles was already seated in the CMDR's seat. Her appearance however had changed since Scrabbles last saw her on the loading dock in Bamford. She had taken the time on the trip over to apply green lipstick and green tinted eyeshadow. She was also no longer in the outfit she boarded with, but just a green Remlok suit and a green vest on top.
Scrabbles turned to acknowledge Kezika's presence, but made pause at the surprise appearance change.
"Green makeup…?" sputtered Scrabbles
"One must always dress for the occasion!" Kezika cheerily replied.
"Whatever you say Kez… Ah, there it is! Straight ahead, looks like a lone Cyclops interceptor to deal with." Scrabbles stated.
"I'll hop onto fighter control then!" chirped Kezika
Scrabbles made sure to ask, "Are you familiar with the Guardian ones?"
"With a Lance," Kezika added in.
"Good, there is also a Javelin bay as well." noted Scrabbles quickly.
Kezika maneuvered herself back and then over a console into the starboard crew area. She worked her way into the seat and strapped herself in. Once strapped in, she pressed a button on the armrest, prompting the standard Pilot's Federation HOTAS controls to extend.
Upon a second press of the button, the throttle on the left armrest slide over to be replaced by a joystick. Kezika firmly grasped the joysticks and made a few flicks on the hat of the right-hand stick followed by a trigger pull.
"Fighter deployment sequence initiated," blurted the COVAS, as the helmet portion of Kezika's Remlok suit slid over her head and became opaque.
Mechanical sounds echoed through the hull, and shortly after an XG-9 Lance shot forward from the ship at a frightening speed. Kezika's hands moved the sticks around and the fighter would respond in turn. Her helmet and controls linked with the fighter to allow for safe remote control as if she was aboard it herself.
Trails of Guardian shards shot past the fighter, barely missing it and striking against the Thargoid Interceptor below. The battle was now underway.
Kezika in turn fired the gauss cannons of the fighter at the Thargoid, which was not turning to face the pair of human vessels. The telltale red of the Thargoid's weaponry flying back towards the Krait. The purple hued electricity of the Krait's shielding crackling around the projectile in an attempt to destroy it and render it harmless.
After a few more shots from Scrabbles and Kezika, some lights flared up on the Cyclops and one of the petals began heating up until it was glowing red. The next few shots of the pair struck specifically at that petal. Four shots to the petal and a crackle of energy from inside ripped it apart from the base of the Interceptor as it spiraled away in the low gravity.
"Okay! One heart down, now into the canyon while the shield fades!" commanded Scrabbles as he banked the Krait towards a nearby canyon.
Kezika's fighter currently higher above dove down to follow after the Krai. She observed from above as the Krait entered the canyon, with the Thargoid chasing, but staying just above the rim of the canyon.
After a few moments of rock walls screaming past, the Krait reached the far end of the canyon and began banking around a mesa formation to another canyon.
The Lance was rapidly catching up to the chase from above. Scrabbles rounded a corner in the Krait and flew up to get above the mesa formation. Meanwhile Kezika came up the canyon behind the Interceptor before it rounded that corner itself. She flipped off the flight assist and then yawed the fighter around, timing a gauss cannon shot to strike it just before firing the fighter's boost around the corner and following the Krait up to above the mesa.
The Thargoid joined a moment later to be greeted by yet more rounds from the Krait and Lance. Another petal began to glow red with heat again after these strikes. It immediately began a rapid vertical climb at this point, but a few additional salvos of shards and projectiles and this petal too explosively detached from the Interceptor's hull. In response it began firing at the Krait. Scrabbles pitched down and began flying back towards the surface where the prison colony sat. The Interceptor as hoped followed in pursuit.
Once back within a few kilometers of the surface, Kezika flipped the fighter into a reverse flying maneuver followed by a boost to get herself positioned behind and above the Interceptor in the pursuit. She followed, firing shots at the Interceptor as it barely cleared the top of a mesa formation and then began flying vertically again, disregarding the human ships.
Kezika and Scrabbles followed in pursuit as well, managing to trigger another heart into operation during the climb with a few salvos. They were able to destroy it as well, however by the time they had they were now about twelve kilometers above the surface.
In response to the destruction of this third petal, the Interceptor began spewing a cloud of green gas from its underside, followed by a pair of missiles intended for each of the human ships. Kezika attempted to turn the fighter to evade, but there wasn't enough time as the missile hit the fighter mid-pitch, instantly destroying it.
Back on the bridge of the Spasmatasm, Kezika's Remlok helmet retracted back into her suit. Kezika began navigating the menu to deploy the other fighter, however she was interrupted by the ship shutting down in response to the pulse released by the Cyclops.
"Fuck!' exclaimed Kezika, as she tossed her drink canister across the cabin, leaving it floating around randomly after hitting the opposing wall of the bridge.
Once the power was restored Kezika quickly deployed the other fighter on the ship a Javelin. Her Remlok helmet once again closing to act as a display for the telepresence link to the fighter.
The Interceptor continued climbing vertically at a relentless pace. The Krait and Javelin barely able to keep up with it as it climbed, The Pleiades and Barnard's Loop punctuating the sky they flew towards. Both kept firing shots at the Interceptor, at one point even getting one of the petals to glow red yet again. However, they were unable to land enough shots specifically on that petal to destroy it, and it stopped glowing once more.
Kezika then boosted the fighter enough to be able to get just above the Interceptor and fly her fighter in reverse, allowing her to fire salvo after salvo of shards into the back of the Interceptor. This once again caused the petal to begin glowing red again.
Scrabbles and Kezika fired as many salvos as they could at the Interceptor, however the petal remained firmly intact. Kezika once again boosted the Javelin to above the Interceptor to attempt to get closer and more accurate shots. The Interceptor though responded this time, releasing its Thargon Swarm, which immediately opened fire on the fighter, destroying it.
This time however, Kezika was able to immediately launch a fighter, again a Lance this time as the fighter bay had finished constructing one after the last one's destruction. Disoriented though upon launch Kezika was unable to visually acquire the Interceptor and was unsure to where it went, and it was for whatever reason it was not appearing on the Lance's sensors.
"Where's the Goid?" shouted Kezika as she flew the fighter to get in flying position directly behind the Spasmatasm.
"Still backpedaling!" responded Scrabbles.
Kezika continued to follow the Spasmatasm vertically, barely surviving flying through the cloud of Thargons that fired upon her immediately after Scrabbles flew the Krait through the swarm.
A few seconds later Kezika spotted a dark circle moving upon the azura clouds of the Pleiades and realized it was the Thargoid Interceptor about 8 kilometers above them. She hastened the ascent with more boost from the fighter.
At seven kilometers out the Interceptor reappeared on her sensors once again and she was able to target it. Once in range she was able to fire a few shots onto the Thargoid, causing the petal to detonate just before the Thargon swarm caught up and destroyed the fighter yet again.
Kezika launched the Javelin fighter for now a second time. Quickly she spun the fighter around and boosted towards the Interceptor, with the Thargon swarm firing at her from behind.
She made enough distance from the swarm that most of their shots were missing. Meanwhile she fired multiple salvos into the Interceptor along with Scrabbles until finally explosions of caustic gases spewed forth from the hull in various locations, indicating that the hull had finally been breached enough to cause explosive decompression.
Scrabbles banked the Krait away from the explosion and ensuing cloud of corrosive substances. Kezika followed suit in the fighter, issuing the docking command to the ship to have it lower the docking apparatus.
Once the fighter had successfully been docked back in the hold of the ship Kezika's Remlok helmet retracted once again. The ship holding in the sky above the planet at a right angle to the ground, which splayed out portside of the ship.
"Holy fuck, finally!" exclaimed Scrabbles.
"Whoo.…that was… different," replied Kezika, referring to the unusual tactics utilized by that Interceptor.
She had only fought Thargoid Interceptors before further out in space away from planets. Indeed her only other experience with Thargoids near a planet's surface was in Maia, shortly after Professor Palin was forced to evacuate his base there, however those were of the Scout variety rather than an Interceptor.
The doors at the back of the bridge opened up and Amaleigh calmly walked in, attached to the flooring by her mag-boots. She walked over to Scrabble's left first and presented a crystal lowball glass.
"Gin sir, Anlian?" inquired Amaleigh, slightly startling Scrabbles who had henceforth been unaware of her presence.
"Oh! Uh… yes that should be fine," Scrabbles replied after a moment of mental calculation.
Amaleigh very delicately poured the dark purple gin into the glass which she had angled into the gravity. She made it look easy, but in 0.05G required a very gentle pour. She then slowly raised the glass up and handed it over to Scrabbles before proceeding over to Kezika and automatically poured her a glass as well and handed it over.
"Thank you Amaleigh," replied Kezika, to which Amaleigh bowed in response and made her way back to the crew quarters.
“Hmmm, well I suppose that’s a nice perk of an onboard butler.” noted Scrabbles.
Client Kezika Wylair reclined back in one of the plush recliners in the Perihelion Parlour overlooking the docking bay of Bamford City, a crystal flute of Anlian Gin in her right hand.
The panoramic ALON windows where she sat in the inner lounge offering a view of the docking bay from the edge of the "mailslot." She was watching with anticipation for her business contact to arrive, while ocassionally glancing over to her Lakon Type-10 on the far side of the bay.
She had hired the services of Jet Transport Ltd., a specialized bespoke coachbuilder from the HIP 19767 system. Well known through the area especially for their plush mattresses and sofas. However, Kezika desired those attributes for a different use.
Roughly an hour went by before she saw what she waited for, a Fer-de-Lance bearing the Jet Transport logo. She quickly made note of the assigned landing pad and made her way out of the lounge and to the nearby lift hub. From there she took a ring lift over to the correct side, and then from there grabbed one of the bay taxis out to the corresponding landing pad where her contact, was already waiting.
"Greetings, I'm Christopher Sutherland, would you care to see any of the model cabins on the Fer-de-Lance ma'am?" he inquired.
"Oh, no need, I have some specifics in mind, hop in if you will, I can explain better there," Kezika replied
Christopher joined her in the taxi, and Kezika entered the pad # assigned to Warden Amala, her Lakon Type-10. Being only two pads over it only took about a minute.
Kezika and Christopher stepped out onto the large landing pad and started making their way across and under the ship to the entry airlock, with some idle discussion of the project deadline, etcetera.
Once inside the ship, Kezika led Christopher down a level and into one of the installed prefabricated economy class passenger cabins. Not much more than some beds in cavities in the wall meant to be able to fit the most people in the space as possible.
Confusedly Christopher piped up, "This is an economy class ma'am, you want us to make this bespoke?"
"Oh, yes, I have heard your company has quite a reputation in plush accoutrements, and I have ideas to curb a problem of one of my clients if you will. We routinely have some g-force related injuries that costs them money upon delivery…" replied Kezika.
"Oh, you Imperials and your indentured servitude…" mumbled Christopher.
"Oh heavens no, even they don't get such base accommodations as these. The passengers here are more criminal in nature, my client is Hodack." explained Kezika, to which Christopher just stared blankly.
With a sigh, Kezika continued "Padded cells, I need padded cells, secure ones… Also a small guard office in each economy cabin, you may rip out two columns of the prefab beds for that."
"I see, how will that alleviate the injuries you mentioned though?" Christopher inquired.
"Rescues are often attempted on my passengers, the resulting combat can throw them around a bit, and the current shackle and belt system still will leave some bruising at times, and in severe enough circumstances minor internal injuries."
"However, with adequate soft padding on each surface of the chamber and a secure door, the passengers can be secured without the need of shackles and can float, secured using a restraint jacket of antique Earth design, and protected from impact by the cushioning itself." Kezika finished.
"A bit different from our normal builds, but should be feasible enough. If you bring the ship to Tarski Relay and give us a week we should be able to complete all of your cabins. 2 million credits should be sufficient for this.
"Would it be possible to get that completed in two days actually, multiple teams or such, with adequate compensation of course…" Kezika inquired.
"Yes, that can be done, we would just have to have one team per cabin however, which would make the price 1 million credits administration fee and then an additional 1 million credits per cabin." replied Chris after a moment of thought.
"You have a deal then, my steward Lupita here will follow you back to HIP 19767 with the ship and be your point of contact regarding any progress with it." Kezika said, "Allow me to take you back over to your ship then, is a pleasure doing business."