Log:Mosquitoes Biting, Scene 3

Mosquitoes Biting 2008/09/03 	 Jennifer Michelle Narosia Sable drones of Orion 3

Windswept Point

Regan is jogging along the side of the road, gazing to and fro as she maintains a steady, evenly-balanced pace.

Jennifer is working out in the peace and solitude of the point pushing herself hard as she tries to regain some of the edge she feels she has lose of late.

Narosia sits on the possibly most remote place, dizzyingly thick papered tome spread out in front of her bleary night time eyes. Lack of sleep tends to do that.

Michelle is out of the hospital now. Thankfully she's feeling a good deal better now and has decided to go roaming around the city again as she sits on the beach thinking about things

Regan's lips curl into a broad smile and she changes course slightly to steer her path toward Jenn. "Hey you, out enjoying a bit of sun?"

Michelle is there mostly relaxing since the Doctors told her to take it easy but she cant help but peer out over the bay thinking something is fishy...

Jennifer slows and then stops her workout, "Getting in some focused training. The Gym is too busy for developing new skills."

Regan's brows lift as she pulls to a halt, her hands rising to her hips. "Oh, new skills? Do you need a training partner?"

Jennifer shakes her head, "Your company is welcome but right now I'm working on getting back my lost edge and that's a personal task. A year or so back and I would have taken out the ice demon army on my own instead of coming close to getting everyone killed."

Michelle hrms and peers as she sits up straight and tries to see what those somethings she's spotted are.

Jennifer stops and looks down along the beach. "I hope them aren't what I fear they might be. Do you see them, Regan?" She points to the unknown objects and then fishes inside her jacket for a pair of mini-binocs to get a better look.

Regan blinks and follows where Jenn is pointing, raising a hand to shield her eyes while she squints against the glare.

Jennifer sighs, "Bodies. Not entirely human." She hands the binocs to Regan. "Better go check them out I guess."

Narosia looks up, closing the book as she hears the faint hum of questioning voices.

Jennifer starts a fast jog towards the bodies while speed-dialing 911 on her PDA... . o O(This is what Starguard was all about."

Regan takes the binoculars and turns them on the water. Her lips purse. "Have you got a communicator to let the police know?"

Jennifer nods as she is jogging and waiting for an answer.

Regan hands the binoculars back to Jennifer and starts taking off her shoes. "How's your side-stroke?"

Michelle hrms and peers as she gets up and starts to walk over towards the figures to see what's up.

Jennifer says, "There's a sand bar out there, Regan. The bodies are hung up on it. No swimming needing, just a little wading."

Jennifer tells the operator, "Police and paramedics please. Two people washed on the beach at Windswept Point. Not normal human. Condition unknown."

The sand is soft, but not a problem to walk on slowly.

Jenn is told that the police and paramedics will be despatched.

Regan finishes taking off her shoes before setting out into the surf, wading carefully through the surf.

Narosia appears sliding out the shadows, black shape detailing into the familiar red gaze, hooded short mage. "Greetings. I heard voices." She directs this at Michelle, offering a polite headnod.

Jennifer doesn't bother with her shoes but simply goes splashing out towards the unmoving bodies.

Up close, any remaining doubt what the figures are is dispelled.

Michelle nods some to Narosia and gets closer for a better look "Yeah, some bodies out there" she points as it seems like Jennifer and Regan are on their way out to fish them out.

Narosia narrows her sight, squinting into the distance. "...Bodies. Not human..." Something clicks, vague suspicion turning her neutral look into a curved scowl. "They look familiar."

Clearly the armour must be lighter than it looks, or these creatures wouldn't have floated in on the tide.

Jennifer says, "New aliens? Ugly sods aren't they?" She uses the medikit first before anything else. "If they're alive this will help keep them that way."

A problem with the medikits may be getting through the armour. It seems to be be intact, with no obvious holes in it.

Regan sets to making sure the bodies can breath, that their mouths and heads are above water and tries to check for vital signs.

The seem to be in environment suits, presumably not breathing outside air. If breathing at all.

Sirens can now be heard.

Jennifer tells the operator, "Aliens wearing environment suits. Might not be Earth atmospheric compatible. Can you alert the Xiobiological ward at CBSU and inform UEMS, please."

Jennifer says, "Well it doesn't look like they are likely to have drowned."

The operator does so.

Regan picks up one their hands and lets it drop into the water, testing if there's any muscle resistence.

The limb is stiff.

Jennifer shrugs, "I've never seen a buggy alien like this. New to me. I don't get briefed on the new arrivals now SGG is no more of course. How about you, Regan, Michelle. Ever seen anything like these?"

Regan's eyes narrow. "Were there like ant aliens wanting to arrest that ugly guy near the coffee shop and making mosquitoes fly around."

Michelle shrugs for a moment "I dont know... not very many bugs where I come from either atleast not that big"

Regan says, "They were looking for two fugitive ants right?"

Regan says, "And the whole thing was about them searching for the fugitives, and wanting to analyse people."

Jennifer looks down at the unmoving duo. "Huh, maybe they found the fugitives."

Hover-emergency-vehicles approach over the boards laid on the sand, blowing up sand as they come.

Regan nods slightly, her disjointed narrative coming to a stop. "Ooooh, yeah..."

Regan says, "Well, if they get handed over to the hospital people won't they then be handed over to the aliens? and weren't the ant aliens and their mosquitoes really nasty?"

Michelle shrugs some "Unless one of you know how to patch them up the best thing we can do is let the doctors do their job..."

Narosia shivers in the balmy air, finally speaking. "What if...are we sure these are not the searchers?"

Jennifer says, "Out of our hands, Regan. Hi Narosia. I'm not sure of anything except they seem to be in need of medical help and I'm not qualified to provide it."

The paramedics arrive, and rush to the scene, asking for details.

Jennifer points to the bodies. "Aliens. Not known to me. Sealed suits so we waited for you guys to turn up."

Michelle is pretty clueless too so she's not saying much

"Thanks. We'll take it from here." Though one suspects actually little can be done till they're back at the xeno-ward. Certainly, after a prelimary check thety start taking the aliens back to the ambulance.

The police also arrive and start asking questions.

Jennifer is happy to answer fully and honestly, seeing that she knows nothing anyway.

But they've hardly started - and the ambulances haven't yet gone - when another figures flies in at high speed: a live ant-man.

It says to the police (through a translating device), "I - request - demand - examine - my - two - hands."

Narosia tenses, blinking at the new development. "Your men need medical attention, according to the information."

After a brief consultation it's decided to let the creature examine the other two - after all it's more likely to know the medical situation than anyone.

Michelle peers at the live ant-men curiously and watches carefully.

The antman examines the two closely, including (rather by suprise to the attending paramedics) managing to open the armour (fortunately thr respirator is a separate internal unit - and yes, they're rather insectoid inside too). "Injury - outrage - my - two - hands - are - lifeless"

Jennifer looks to the police on the scene, "The suits were intact. No sign on penetration, no visible evidence of any burning or obvious energy damage."

Narosia thinks. o O (Is the queen speaking through this antman?)

Michelle scratches her head "Umm don't they have 4 hands?"

"My - two - hands - were - made - lifeless - in - vessel - during - combat - outrage - demand - compensation = please"

Narosia murmurs, "The queen's extension, bodily-the antmen, I believe is what he means.

Jennifer says, "What combat are you referring to?"

Narosia shrugs, "There we go...combat?" Gesturing to the agitated antman, she tries to interpose. "In vessel-were they shot down mid air?"

Michelle hrms "Well its not like we can give any compensation, we didnt fight them we just found them"

says, "Combat in - vessel - on - liquid body""

Jennifer says, "That doesn't help much. There's a lot of liquid. About three fifths of the planet I think. Do you know where the vessel is located?"

"Combat - at - Earth - coordinates - latitude - 37.203603 - longitude - -76.130705"

Jennifer looks over at the others, "I don't really know why I'm asking these questions. I'm not SGG any longer. This is UEMS business now. Even if you'll just mess it up."

Michelle says, "Who cares who deals with it as long as it gets done?"

Jennifer hits one fist into her other hand. "If I was still SGG I could call up sat-intell and see what was there right now." She turns to the police officer on the scene. "Do you have access to that kind of hardware? If so, would you feel like taking a peek?"

The police oblige. At the moment, the closest thing is a yacht. The location is inside Chesapeake Bay.

Jennifer asks the live Ant-Man, "How long ago did the combat take place? Would you recognize the vessel if you saw it?"

"combat - ago - 0.8976 - days - recognition - possible - knowledge - of - Earth - vessels - limited."

Jennifer grins, "Great. Officer, can you access the archive and run back 0.8976 days to see what ship was passing through our point at that time?"

Narosia lets Jennifer take charge, fathoming little of the technology invovled beyond purpose.

"I'll do my best ma'am. Don't know if they keep records that accurate,."

Jennifer nods, "Don't let them kid you. They keep those records forever. Time stamped to the second. NSA for one. CIA too."

"Demand - investigation - cause - of - lifelessness - possible - forbidden - technology."

Indeed, it doesn;'t take too long to identify only one possible ship (currently in the port of Colonial Bay, in fact!).

Jennifer says, "There's the ship. What do we know about it? Anything? Name, registration, owner, what they have that can kill aliens through these environmental suits?"

Michelle hrms "Well you can try the police database for that again"

Jennifer nods, "Coastguard records are a good bet too."

The ship is the _Normandy_, of Liberian registry. It's owned by Chesapeake & Orient Imports.

Jennifer asks the police officer, "Have you been able to contact the local UE Marshal yet?"

"He appears to be unavailable at the moment."

Jennifer frowns, "I know that company. Owned by a guy named Tim Lee. Triad connections. Heaven knows what or who they had on board it."

Michelle says, "So what do we do now?"

The policeman grunts. "Great, Chinatown connection. I hate Chinatown cases."

"Demand - explanation - please - is - culpable party - identified?"

Jennifer says, "Well the incident took place inside US territorial waters. Actually in the Bay so probably comes under either the Coastguards or the jurisdiction of the CBPD. There's sufficient evidence to proceed... If the Marshal was on hand. Which he isn't. No offence officer but you've got better things to do than get your men or yourself killed by going up against the Triads. You willing to look the other way if we go ask a few questions? It might get noisy."

"You can as far as I'm concerned. You might want to do it before the marshal gets back to his office though. He's more a by-the-book sort."

Michelle says, "Books are especially good for throwing... particularly large manuals and phonebooks"

Jennifer nods and looks at Michelle and Narosia. "Tim Lee is a Triad frontman. I doubt he gets his hands dirty himself but he has heavies to do that for him. He's dangerous and ruthless."

Narosia says, "...Jennifer? May I suggest one of us goes along in secrecy to this yach-t?"

The alien bodies are taken away for autopsy. The alien goes with them.

The police officer wishes you good luck.

Jennifer nods. "Thanks."