Log:Blast From the Past, Scene 2

Blast From the Past 2018/01/29 	 Amelia Annie Carl Meacham Daemon Dorian Null Sapphire Scarlet Star Girl

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Star Girl waits in the Reception Area of Starguard for Annie and the other heroes who have expressed interest in learning more about Patient X.

Dorian walks into the security area, dressed in a regulation uniform. The longer he's been with Starguard, the more formal he's becoming, at least in an official setting. It appears the organization has rubbed off on him. He looks over to Sapphire. "All set?"

Sometimes there are advantages to being an expert in a field. It might not be well known, due to the nature of the field, but, as an expert in her field it's not unthinkable for Star Guard to have heard of Dr. Scarlet Thames, what with the U.E.M.S. watching her like a hawk just because of what she knows. Observing a new alien is just the sort of thing she would be interested in, and do her best to do. While she isn't a hero, not in this form (and it is nebulous that she'd be considered a hero in her alternate form!) she still does her best to wheedle her way in to observe the new alien that nearly melted down a construction site, just with it's arrival!

Annie is here. It's possible she's been here awhile and they're only now letting her in. She may not have formal training or clearance or membership in the alphabet agency club, but there are forms that can be filled out and submited. And it's amazing just how quickly and how many times one can file a request when one can grow like 100 thumbs.

With a clipboard in hand, displaying some questions and other visual data she wishes to keep handy, Victoria Maitland, aka Sapphire, makes her way into the room herself. Her outfit is -similar- to a Starguard Uniform, except in that it is all blue. It's the sort of thing her sapphire makes for her. Blue clothing made out of energy. Either way, she stands ready, but doesn't pipe up much right now. But she does nod to Dorian and lets him do the social stuff for now.

Annie is also even dressed conservatively and appropriately with her ponytail tucked out of a general issue SG cap and wearing the matching GI SG duty uniform/overalls.

Amelia has expressed an interest in following up the mysterious arrival case but even so is surprised, and pleased, when she's invited to a Starguard Meeting to discuss what has been determined so far. She arrives a little early, introducing herself to Dorian, and then watching at the other attendees turn up.

Daemon has been monitoring a dozen or more channels, feeds and other broadcast traffic for more news on this Patient X that was 'gifted' to StarGuard at his suggestion. After that it was mostly silence for those of us no direct association with StarGuard but Daemon isn't completely powerless.

After a few drinks with his best pal, he was able to get some data on X and that there would be a briefing held today for relevant & involved parties. This seemed to be msotly need to know, but Daemon has plenty of need to know- so he made sure that he and his partner would be there- prepared for the worst.

He and Null walk in- looking like two special ops assets. Null more so due to the halfmask he's wearing- but they both look likey're ready for just about anything, and more so- like they almost belong on site. Selling that is going to be the hard part but he's hoping there won't be too many questions about who's here and why.

Aleph|Null strides across the recpetion area, heading straight for Star Girl and Annie.

Star Girl spots Dr. Thames as she comes in. She pauses a moment before walking over. o O ( Wow. ) She summons her confidence and offers a hand. "Good afternoon, Dr. Thames. I'm Star Girl. I'll be escorting you and some other VIPs to an observation room, where we can see the interview."

Star Girl nods and greets Daemon and Null as well. "Good afternoon."

Scarlet pauses the haptic holographic interface for her PDA that she has set up to observe, record, and take auditory notes when she is approached by Star Girl and her lips curl into a small smile, just the corners really, but it does soften the severity of her look. Momentarily. She reaches out to shake Star Girl's hand, "Thank you for having me here at Star Guard, Star Girl." It's a polite touch of hands, a little shake, and then she let's go but not abruptly. "I am always interested in observing a new life form from beyond our heliosphere." She looks around briefly and then focuses on Star Girl again. "Assuming it is life and not machination. I heard conflicting reports about the nature of our visitor but, one cannot trust the rumor mill." At that she laughs softly.

Null walks alongside Aleph (aka Daemon), confident and prepared. He popped a rad-X pill just outside and offered one to Daemon. "In case this guy's still radioactive. This will counteract the damage." As Star Girl creates them, he nods and tips his hood like a hat. "Good afternoon." He's not much for day operations.

Star Girl says, "We will be observing from a safe distance, in a conference room. Patient X is in one of our Questonite holding cells. Should be no risk of exposure."

Star Girl calls over to Annie. "Are you ready?"

"Always ready!" Annie grins with the last couple steps to StarGirl. Though the grin wrinkles in a pout. "A conference room? How're we supposed to see George from there? He's totes safe. We helped him hatch."

"If you'll follow me..." Star Girl says as she turns and begins to head future into the building. "'George?'" she asks Annie. "I'm not sure if you're aware... since he was brought here, X has been really unstable, releasing lethal bursts of hard radiation... That seems to have passed now, but we needed to take some precautions. You'll be able to see and hear him from there, though."

Once everyone is assembled and preparing for the whole.. go observe the interrogation angle, Sapphire nods her head and turns to head for the holding area. Any potential radiation isn't a problem for her. Her sapphire keeps it from her by sucking it up to use as a fuel source.

As such, she's perfectly capable of standing close to the guy. But she heads that way, her pace that of someone confident and at ease with herself.

Scarlet goes back to taking notes now that she is getting more information about the subject, looking intrigued by the idea of a life form emitting such radiation. She then alternates between thought and entering notes about what sort of physiological events are taking place for such a thing. All appended by: 'Possible damaged power supply in artificial life form?' She follows along though, mmmhmmm'ing in agreement to Star Guards decision to watch from a distance.

Daemon takes the Rad-X pill anyway. He's not in the business of trusting authoritiy figures- especially where safety matters are concerned. He knows all this is built by the lowest bidder. It doesn't exactly inspire confidence- despite the record of the organization.

"Thanks." He says to his partner as his mask slides open to reveal his 5'0 clock shadow. He pops the pill and follows along- always behind the others.

Dorian follows Sapphire into the holding area...and then they're let into the cell by the security guards. Radiation isn't a problem for him either...hence the choice of the two people to go speak to the subject.

Star Girl leads the way into a conference room, where there is a closed circuit video/audio feed to the holding area in a different part of the build, where Patient X is been held in a cell. Star explains: "We'll be able to see and hear what's going on, but our communication will be limited to Spirit and Sapphire."

Silver Guy(#2903TOnp)

This appears to be a man made of a silvery metal. He stands a little over six feet tall. He appears to be clothed, in a metallic body suit. However, there's no distinction between where his "suit" ends and his skin begins; it's all one surface. From his features, he might be Caucasian, and looks to have a crew cut.

Waiting for her presence to be at least noticed visibly, or some such.... Sapphire glances at her clipboard, "Afternoon sir." She tries to be amicable. "We were hoping that we could have a conversation with you. I'm told English is a language you can understand and converse in?" she asks in her friendliest tone of voice.

Null stands near the observation window and folds his arms over his chest. He leans over to Daemon slightly and speculates, "Looks pretty human. Think is is really an alien incident?"

Amelia makes almost the same comment, albeit loudly enough for all to hear, "He looks remarkable human for an alien to this world."

The Silver Guy gets up from the cot in the cell. "Of course I speak English," he says, walking up to the barrier. "Can one of you tell me what the hell is going on?"

Dorian nods, "Of course. My name is Dorian Perrault. I'm the commander of the local Starguard Gamma team. You were found at a construction site, emitting high heat and radiation. You're in there just to keep others safe. The rads have reduced, but we obviously have some questions." He motions to the woman beside him. "This is Sapphire. Another member of SGG."

The Spyder, Daemon is not the tallest hero around. In fact, he may be one of the shortest- so as the others all arrange themselves to see he skips the resituating and leaps to the ceiling, flipping backwars to land on toe & fingertips. From there he crawls towards the observation window. His helmet peers over the edge. He wonders what language this thing speaks just as Sapphire answers that question for him.

He looks down towards his partner and says over comms:

<< Not sure. I've seen metas that look similar, thats for sure. But the universe is a big place. My question is- if he is an alien, why is he fluent in English? >>

Daemon knows Hunter wasn't conversing secretly, but Daemon has an image to maintain. << Doesn't sound like an alien to me. Doesn't sound like he has the tongue for it. >>

Annie clucks her tongue as she walks into the room, "Well, they should've let us keep him. Would've been dozy." She then presses her face to the window for the best view, and even waggles fingers to 'George' in a wave in case he remembers her.

"Evolution often dictates similar paths of development for intelligent species." Scarlet explains to Amelia and Null, "It is why many alien species are humanoid in appearance and function. They have taken similar evolutional trips as we have. Even why some alien species are biologically compatible with our own the evolutionary trips are that similar." She taps her bottom lip, "I do agree that the syntax of the sentence structure is decidedly.. native, or perhaps it learned from audio-visual documentation that has been free floating from our sphere for centuries." She hmms and makes more notes, then clarifies, "Movies."

Lifting a hand to offer the metal man a wave, Sapphire inclines her head, "My name is Victoria. I wonder if you wouldn't mind sharing your name with us?" she asks. She's trying to be friendly and all.

Silver Guy says, "Meacham. Carl. What's a SGG?"

"And where's Lassiter?" he asks.

"Similar appearance, hair cut, exact same language, and a very human name. What a coincidence of evolution," Null comments in a dead-pan, electronically modulated voice.

Scarlet deadpans back, "Ever heard of a Trojan Horse?"

Dorian smiles. "As I mentioned prior to that...Starguard Gamma. S. G. G. It's a team of metahumans attached to Starguard. And if you don't know what that is, I'm guessing you're from elsewhere. Another dimension, maybe? Starguard is an organization designed to help deal with protecting the planet from extra-terrestrial and extra-dimensional threats."

Null lets out a dry laugh. "Then we're already in danger. We let him right in the gates," he motions back towards Starguard HQ proper.

<< So we've got an Earthbound meta here- or a Trojan Horse. >> Daemon says as Dorian's line of questioning follows his own thought which was 'If no StarGuard- Which Earth is he from?' He's wishing he could call Grimm in. She'd be able to tell him- but she's tied up currently which is... inconvienent.

Nodding, Sapphire marks down a few notes. In reality, she just wants the visual clue of seeming to take notes. "So Mister Meacham." she says softly, but in a voice that resonates still, "Can you tell us where you -are- from?" She's trying to connect with him rather than seeming adversarial.

Dorian transmits over the communication band, << See what we can find on a Carl Meacham. And if we can come up with a related person named Lassiter. >>

Null subvocalizes on the comms to Daemon, <>

Carl folds his arms and responds to Spirit. "Dimension?" He shakes his head. "I guess it depends. I'm from Colonial Bay." He frowns. "What is this place. And where's Lassiter?"

Scarlet laughs softly at Null's comment, "Perhaps, but unlike the Trojans, we are not partying and then passing out to allow the gates to be breached by the outside forces. If such is the case." She continues entering notes, "The manner of arrival also suggests an out of earth origin, as does the hard radiation transmissions. I am not saying he is Alien, or not, just not leaping to any conclusions at this point." She taps the monitor lightly, "We need more data."

Dorian nods slowly, "This is Colonial Bay. Though I suspect not the same one you're from, otherwise you might know my name. Or that of SGG. Let's start with a couple of questions for background. Where you're from, what year is it? And who is the President?"

Carl slams his fist against the barrier. "I'm getting a little tired of your stupid questions. Where's Doc Lassiter, and what is this?!" he shouts at Spirit, holding up his arms in front of him.

Amelia says, "I have a possible hit on the name. Carl Meacham. Supposedly killed in an explosion where the Industrial Park is today, in the 2010's. The expereiment that caused the explosion was due to a Dr Gordon Lassiter. The locations of 2010's explosion and the arrival of the metal egg match up."

Dorian raises a brow, "We don't know who Doc Lassiter is. And we don't know what THAT is. That's why we need to ask you questions." He raises his voice, "If I don't HAVE the answers to your questions, we need to work this out together. Which will happen by you remaining calm...and answering questions. Getting upset won't help you figure out what's going on, Carl."

"Well that certainly degrades the idea of it being Alien... but, an outside element that has been perusing our records could find that a convenient location and set of names to try and slip something past our defenses so it does not remove it entirely. The physics involved in an explosion catapulting an object into space, for over fifty years, and then having it land at the same location?" Scarlet shakes her head, "Infinitestimal."

Carl seems to relax a little. "Yeah... yeah, sure. It's 2018... the President is that bozo with the wig and the spray tan."

Annie peels her face from the window. "So Carl's from here, not from space. So not an alien. So no Starguarding needed!"

Amelia clicks her fingers, "Bush. See, he knows Earth history."

Dorian doesn't yet have the information that Amelia has about Carl's identity. He nods. "Okay...that helps. Quite a bit." He hesitates a moment, "That explains why you don't know what SGG is. The year is now 2068. Whatever happened to you shunted you forward in time."

Scarlet also relays to Dorian via comms the infinitestimally small chance of the object landing in the same spot as the explosion occurred almost fifty years later.

<< So we've got a time-displaced metahuman. His 'day' is about to get a lot worse when he figures out he's 50 years too late for his experiment. >> Daemon muses. << This might get violitile. So stay on your toes. >> HE adds as he poises himself on the end of a webline so he can see the viewscreen easier.

"So- what's to stop this guy from going into Meltdown when he learns we haven't had a cheeto for president in a long time?" He asks aloud to the others.

"Still on that trojan alien horse trail?" Null comments as he listens. Potential time travel. Well, that's definitely outside his paygrade. "Sounds like an experiment mishap. It's going to take that guy some time to...adjust. Telling him the year is probably--and they just did that. Well." He looks up to Daemon. "Bets on how calm he stays after finding out most of the people he knew are probably very old or dead?" He uncrosses his arms, preparing for a reaction.

Star Girl opens the comm channel to Dorian, "Hey boss... we think we might know who he's talking about..." She repeats Amelia's mention of the web hit on Meacham's name.

Null glances over to Amelia. "Any hits on him having any living relatives left?"

Carl's jaw goes slack. "What..."

Dorian nods as he gets the reports about Meacham, "And...it looks like someone found your name mentioned in records. Along with Dr. Gordon Lassiter? There was an experiment he was running, and there was an explosion. At the location you appeared at 50 years later."

Amelia nods to Null, "I'll check. Amelia, by the way. And you are..?" she finishes with a question as her web search expands to check of Carl's relatives and friends as known online.

Dorian continues, "I don't have many details aside from that, unfortunately. But at least it explains where and when you're from. The question now is...what happened to you? And that will require knowing more about the experiment that Dr. Lassiter was running."

"Null," he answers simple, his voice sounding amiable before he looks back to the vidscreen. "I can only imagine what's going through that man's mind with that man being so clinical about this information. His whole life is gone," he murmurs in sympathy. Odd for a vigilante.

Carl shrugs. "It was supposed to be some kind of teleportation experiment... something for the military... I don't think it was quite on the level though, if you know what I'm saying."

"It is still a possibility, one of many." Scarlet answers Null, and to Daemon, "The radioactive bursts seemed to emit at random. Hopefully they are not tied to it's emotional state. But... Temporal displacement is a possibility as well yes. If the experiment had anything to do with generating an intense gravitic or magnetic field, had anything to do with tachyons, or energy generation of a sufficient level to cause a singularity due to the creation of a Schwarzschild wormhole..." She falls silent and then wrinkles her nose, "Well then."

Dorian pauses, thinking about it. "Carl, I know this is a lot to take in all at once. I had a similar accident happen to me about ten years ago. I was caught in a nuclear plant mishap. I don't look like it now, but this isn't what I looked like after the accident." He smiles, "I only ask that you remain patient. We'll figure this out." He nods again at Carl's mention of teleportation, "I'm guessing something went wrong with the teleportation. Time can...sometimes be viewed as a fourth...or fifth, depending on the scientist, dimension. You were probably pushed along the wrong axis, if that makes sense?"

Dorian transmits over the comms, << See if Dr. Gordon Lassiter is still alive, eh? It's a possibility. >>

Amelia looks up, "Uh, Star Girl? I've located a surviving sister-in-law, nephews and neices. I'm emailing your PDA the data."

Star Girl nods. "Thanks, Amelia." << Boss, we've got information on some surviving family. Sister-in-law, nieces and nephews... >>

Null tilts his head and squints a little at Carl. "An unofficial experiment. He's oddly calm for having last half a century." But given his time period, maybe that's just normal.

"But now he gets to check out all kinds of new shick!" Annie pipes up, head swiveling to Null, eyeing him. "Well, new to him, anyways." Her head continues its swivel a full 360 to watch the monitor again.

Dorian touches his ear, as if he's listening to a radio, even though he doesn't need one. "Carl, it looks like we found some relatives of yours? A sister-in-law, and some nephews and nieces. We'll make sure you get back in contact with them as soon as we're sure the radiation is completely under control."

Scarlet steps away from the view screen and says in aside to Null, "Experiments happen every day. Some are government, some corporate, some funded by an outside organization, and some just scientists doing what they can to learn more. Not every 'unofficial' experiment is nefarious in intent."

Carl shrugs. "It doesn't seem real..." He looks at his hands. "And then I see this." He shakes his head. His attention perks up at the mention of family. "What about my brother?"

Dorian shakes his head, "I'm not sure. It's been fifty years. I only know who they found. So, he might have passed away." He nods, "I know, it doesn't seem real. And it likely won't for a while." Dorian pauses, thinking about it. "Was there anyone else involved in the experiment? A...research assistant? Intern? Grad student?"

Null pays keen attention to Carl's reaction to his brother. "Just seems strange that he didn't ask about his family as soon as he realized the time lost," he comments with a suspicious tone and a shrug. "What sort of person would you think it'd take to do a questionable experiment and not be concerned about family ties off the bat? Only now does he worry about his brother?"

"Dot never cared too much for me," Carl says. "Yeah, there were a couple of military guys... Titus was the one in charge. Mean S.O.B. Kind of glad he's not kicking around anymore."

Dorian nods. "Dot is your sister-in-law?" . o O (If Carl's here, we might have the others arriving sooner or later, too.)

Carl nods, "Yeah."

Amelia frowns, "I'm by no means an expert on human behavour or relationships. My own are sufficiently messed up to disqualify from that. But does Carl's reactions seem... well... kind of unusual to folks?" she says.

"Kids are alright though," he adds. He pauses. "Guessing they're not kids anymore."

"Shock possibly." Scarlet opines, "Or if he was part of a black site off the books military experiement then it's entirely possible that his nature is simply not that of a normally socialized individual to begin with." She taps her bottom lip, "Which means... probably not the best individual to have the capability to release lethal doses of hard radiation."

Dorian smiles. "No, probably not kids now." He doesn't seem at all surprised by Carl's reactions to things. Even the numbness of the change. Dorian feels like he's looking at himself, in a way. "Is there anything else you can tell me about the experiment? Like...how were you recruited? What did you do for a living before getting involved in the experiment?"

Null smiles behind his mask as Scarlet catches up with his line of thinking. "Well, I imagine a DNA test to verify he really is Carl might prove difficult. I wonder if he's metal in the inside. I'm guessing...was he always metal? He doesn't seemed so surprised about that. So is there a hero on record matching that description from that time period? Or villain?"

Annie's eyes shift left and right at the convo around her before turning from the screen. "Maybe he's just surprised and taking shick in not expecting a bunch of people he don't know sitting around grading him on what he says." She thumbs at the screen. "Is that what you SuGG people do all day?"

Scarlet shakes her head, "As far as he knows, there are only two people in there. He'd have to know he's being monitored though."

Amelia closes her PDA with a snap and slips it back into her jeans. "Well from all I'm hearing it seems my interest in this is now just curiosity rather than professional." she mentions to Null as an aside.

Null nods at Amelia's statement. "Something does seem off. Still trying to place my finger on it. But innocent until proven guilty, right? I imagine if I found out I lost everything, I'd have some sort of emotional reaction." Although, he did find out he lost everything, and he didn't quite have the emotional reaction that was exactly healthy. He sighs and finally breaks his eyes from the monitor to Scarlet. "If you're saying he's military, he knows he's being watched and recorded. Studied. Anyone in a facility against their will would be smart enough to assume that unless they were witless."

"I was Air Force," Carl says. "Mechanic. I... volunteered... They discovered some kind of alien metal out in the middle of the desert and tried to make a teleportation device out of it. I got to be the lucky test pilot."

Dorian says over the comm link, << Star Girl, see if you can get any kind of records on Mr. Meachum. I just want to know if he say...had a criminal record. Or former military service. Or anything else of note. >>

Scarlet perks up at the mention of alien metal found in the desert and racks her brain and files for any information she might have run across that had been declassified in the fifty or more years since then. "I wonder if this goes all the way back to Roswell..." She muses softly to herself.

"Professional?" Null queries curiously of Amelia as he looks back to the screen, thinking on what he said. It didn't come out the way he intended.

Dorian nods as Carl's answers aimed in toward one of the two possibilities he had figured on. "So, definitely a military project, then. Might be hard to find records of it. Especially if it wasn't above board. I'm guessing the vehicle you were using to teleport in was egg-shaped? Like the thing we found you in?"

Amelia frowns againj, "Huh. Was I the only one to notice," she air-quotes, "the figurative quotes around 'volunteered'?"

[To Amelia] Star Girl says, "Can you see if you can look up anything on a possible service record? Or a criminal record?"

Scarlet suggests, "Look for dishonorable discharges, or military criminal records as well."

Null nods at Amelia's comments. "If he's Air Force, why is he being so open about this experiment when he hasn't verified Starguard is what they say they are?"

Carl nods. "Yeah, the telepod."

Amelia nods to Null, "Yes. I'm the Bane of Darkness. One of them anyway. If Carl Meacham was a demon or devil or evil spirit, etc., then he comes under my professional jurisdiction."

Dorian nods. "So, clearly it didn't work like expected. Whatever the metal was, it seems to have fused with you in transit." He rubs his chin as he thinks about it. Over the comms, he sends to Star Girl, << Alright, even if the experiment failed, the project likely didn't end. They might have tried again. With more success. Depending on what kind of metal they had and whatever quantities. We need to find this Titus or Dr. Lassiter. >>

Amelia grins as Star Girl makes her request, "Let me just confirm... you're asking me to hack into undoubtedly restricted Air Force data records?" she says

Star Girl's eyelet widen. "Er... I thought you were just really good at Googling."

Amelia chuckles, "Oh, I'll do it. Just wanted to make sure that's what you wanted."

Scarlet says, "Some things will be public records, dishonorable discharges, time in the service, it's the same information you'd get on a background check."

Star Girl looks a bit uncomfortable at Amelia's glee.

Daemon already has his tertiary lobe hacking into military files. He rocks idling in his web sling that he's recently set up once things calmed down. "Those files have been modified. Mr. Meachum's files were sealed at Colonel Titus' request, but the actual details within the files are missing."

Dorian says to Carl, "We'll contact your family for you. I know you said your sister-in-law wasn't friendly with you, but we'll get you back in touch. I think...given your current state, you'll need to be kind of cautious around people." He pauses, "You may not be able to sense it, but you kick out a strong electro-magnetic field when you're angry. There's a baseline that you're kicking out, too. Like a power line. It's going to make it tough to be around you for long periods of time for most folks. BUT...we'll do what we can for you. For hte time being, you can stay here. Once the scientists give the go-ahead, we'll set you up with a place to stay which will be safe for you and those around you. And you'll be free to come and go. At least that's my intention."

Carl says. "But until then -- I'm stuck in here." He steps back and slumps down on the cot.

Null glances up at Daemon. "Can't you restore the file? This is your area of expertise."

Daemon snorts slightly at the insinuation. "I could if there was something to restore. The hard drive where it was stored is missing."

Null sighs. "So it's either off line or only exists as a hard copy," he guesses.

Dorian nods. "For the moment. I'll try to make it as short as possible. I'm sorry." He pauses again, "I'm confident everything will work out. We just need to be patient. And believe me, I know the kind of thing you're going through. I'm going to show you something. Dont' be surprised. My body is going to change shape significantly." And with that, there's a flash of light, and he changes to his Spirit form.

Amelia looks over at Daemon, "The files were erased? That's highly unusual." She turns to Star Girl, "Sealing records is done when something in that file would harm the establishment, or a senior figure in the same. But actually erasing the file contents. Very rare. And significant." She looks back at Daemon, "And frequently incompetently done. People miss backups all the time."

Scarlet taps her bottom lip, "I was expecting a more visceral reaction to learning about his living situation. He seems... fairly adapted to the idea of living in a cell. I would suggest caution, it is entirely possible he is attempting to lull everyone into a false sense of security about his actions. He's just been told he has... powers, of a sort, life altering powers. Along with the time shift, the loss of his family, the estrangement of his sister in law. Whom should be contacted to learn more about this individual who has spent almost fifty years in an unspecified dimension."

Spirit is left where Dorian was moments earlier. His voice now echoes a bit when he talks, "I mentioned the nuclear accident I was involved in, before? This is how I ended up. I'm...a being of pure energy now. I'm not really human any more." He pauses again for a moment, "So, I understand big changes. Physiological changes that can be completely life-altering."

Carl looks up a Spirit. "Weird... tingles... So you're a freak, too." He frowns. "Any chance I could get a TV or some internet in here?"

Daemon comments, "Already checked for backups. It's not connected to the web if it's out there. As Null said, it's either offline and analog if it even exists. I'm still trying to see if I can trace something." Null glances at Scarlet and stares a moment. "Welcome to the party?"

Spirit tilts his head, "I wouldn't call it being a freak. But I did have that view when I first was altered. I was angry at the world, and lashed out at everyone around me." He changes back to his Dorian form in a flash of light, "...but that was then. And I've...learned from my mistakes." He nods, "I'll get you access. You have a lot of history to catch up on."

Daemon sits up in his web sling and flips back to stick his hands and feet to the ceiling. "Null, I've got something right up your alley. But you may not like it."

Null sighs restlessly at Daemon's news. "If it's what I think it is, it's not something we should talk abou there. Switch to comms." The last time Daemon said that, Null got shot at. A lot. I mean, a LOT.

Dorian leaves Carl, and heads back out to the security area. He says to one of the agents there, "Be sure he gets access to vid and the net. The man has fifty years to catch up on, it looks like." He then continues out to the observation room where the others are.

Amelia sighs as her latest search falls apart. The by-play between Daemon and Null doesn't quite go un-noticed. "You kind of remind me of someone I used to know. In a loose fashion." she tells Null. "My PDA number's in the phone book. Give me a call if you ever think I can help out. Call it... paying forward."

Null chuckles kindly at the compliment. "If that's the case, I'm sorry. Anyone I would know?" He tilts his head at her pay it forward comment. "Paying forward? For?"

Star Girl says, "Hey. Spirit. What do you think?"

Scarlet looks over at Daemon, "So, you are one of /those/." She says to herself and then looks towards Dorian when he comes through. "Unless he is a manchurian candidate for some extraterrestrial force, or a fascimile given a background we can only partially verify, I don't know if my expertise can do anything here. I am sure Star Guard has access to Physicists." She nods perfunctorily and then shuts down her PDA and pockets it. "Do I need an escort to leave these facilities?" She asks Star Girl.

Amelia shakes her head. "No. Nobody I imagine you would know. And paying forward all the help and assistance I received when I was a green untried novice in over my head." She grins, "Not that I'm implying you're in over your head. But everyone needs a helping hand sometimes, right?"

Star Girl nods to Scarlet. "'Fraid so, ma'am. I have an agent show you out."

Dorian rubs the back of his neck. He says to Star Girl, "Assuming he isn't...wanted or something, I think we should let him go. I want to help him get reacclimated to life as much as possible."

Star Girl hmms. "Some of the others sounded a little suspicious of him."

Null nods once and takes a moment to look Amelia over. It's hard to miss the girl with the animated tattoo. He feels a bit guilty keeping secrets from Amelia, but he's in over his head as is. No need to drag her into the mess Daemon has him in. "Help's always welcome. If you have any professional assistance required and lives are in danger, send out an alert on Hero Net. We'll pick up on it."

Dorian nods to Star Girl, "I'm less suspicious of Mr. Meachum than I am of everyone else involved on that project. The doctor or the superior officers...they're all questionable."

Dorian says, "Especially if he was ordered to participate."

Amelia pipes up, "Unfortunately, no, they aren't. They are dead. Which makes questioning them difficult. Not impossible. But difficult."

Dorian shakes his head, "Not what I meant. They're sketchy. Or were."

"Sounds like a jurisdiction problem for Starguard," Null comments to Dorian.

Dorian raises a brow, "Jurisdiction problem in what way?"

Amelia nods to Dorian, "It didn't sound as if Carl Meachan voluntarily volunteered. Erasing the records is a red flag too. It's not really my business... but I might just do some poking around."

Dorian nods to Amelia, "I agree. It sounds like there was certainly more to it than what he let on. I don't know if he was ordered, or was facing a dishonorable discharge...but there's something more there."

The Spyder, Daemon switches to comms as he gives the lowdown to Hunter.

<< Well, while everyone was doing their due dilligence, I anticipated this going south. So I traced a few things back- cracked a few other things... >>

He turns to look at Scarlet. "One of what?" He asks curiously.

<< ... and what it all pointed back to as a military base. A currently active... military base. That said- I'm fairly confident the data we need is there. >>

"A Smart@$$." Scarlet answers Daemon as she listens to the conversation while waiting for her escort, not that she's in a hurry to go anywhere just yet. She looks at the video screen rather than the others, trying to see what Meachum, Carl will do when he is not under direct observation by someone in the room with him.

On the screen, Carl lies on his back, looking at the ceiling.

Null gets the mental comm transmission to Daemon. Why does he always make him give the bad news? "The details on Mr. Meachum are in a live military base."

Dorian raises a brow, "Okay...so is that how we have a jurisdiction problem? Because it's another branch of the military?"

On the screen, Carl looks at his hand, and it begins to glow with energy. He closes his fist and the energy fades when the techs come in with his TV.

"Because bureacracy, and this wasn't on the up and up. You think they'll hand over their files?" Null comments. He glances to the vid screen of Carl. "You may be waiting a while on those redacted files."

"Because a military installation is segregated for members of that branch of the military, or it's guests. A Marine can't just walk onto an Army Base for example." Scarlet says in answer to Dorian, "Look." She points at the screen, "He is already experimenting with his powers."

"Oh- yes. That I am. Come with the IQ- I'd have thought yours came equipped too." Daemon responds. "Though, as my partner will tell you- I'm a wonderful conversationalist." While he's mostly been playing the silent card while chatting with Null over comms & analyzing the situation, he is using a voice modulation setting that is much smoother and pleasing to the ear than his usual one when speaking to Scarlet. Null might suspect he wants something. Perhaps just a contact- afterall, he may be a world class scientist in a few fields, he is not in fact a master of them all. Even downloading most data directly into his mind he doesn't have the time or attention to do that. Making nice with others is the best way to fill in those gaps in his knowledge.

Dorian shrugs and looks at the screen, "You...would expect him to do otherwise? I'm not surprised by that at all. I'd be starting to tinker with powers if I was in his shoes, too. As for it being another branch of the military, I suspect that it falls into 'my problem', since I'm the one who's going to have to rattle their cage." He looks to Null, "However...for me to do that, I need to know which base, and how you got the information."

Dorian says, "Otherwise...I'm dead in the water."

Dorian says, "And...I need to know why you think that the information there is pertinent."

Scarlet 'mmms' in response to Daemon's words, "Your data is perhaps, inconsistent with reality in that regard." She suggests amiably enough but her attention remains on 'Carl', "Because he indicated he had no idea of what was going on. No outward response to his appearance except for a single comment on how it does not feel like reality. I am no psychologist but it could be an indicator of a psychotic break, or at least a fracture. A normal person when discovering that they release harmful amounts of radiation would attempt to contain it, not practice on how to use it so immediately. There was no fear response. There was no display of surprise. As for how the information is relevant..." She pauses and glances between Daemon, Null, and Dorian. "If the experiment was attempted at other locations, it may give us insight into what exactly has happened to Mr. Meachum. It will also give us more information on Mr. Meachum's past history, his emotional type, and mindset."

Daemon isn't particularlly excited to share that information. Thisis the reason he hates dealing with the bureaucracy that comes from following the rules. << Tell him that you were made aware of the a file sent- from a contact who wishes to remain nameless? I'm at a loss as to why you even said anything. >> His tone is definitely annoyed, almost as if Daemon considered not saying anything at all.

His brain- operating 1000x faster than the average human has passed through dozens of permutations and possibilities. But in the end- he knows he'll at least need a distraction if they are going to break into a miltiary base and StarGuard might as well do the distracting on his behalf. It might keep his partner from getting shot at... again.

"Ah-hem. I gave him the data. It was recovered from a number of declassified documetns that I found which alluded to some similar sounding stuff. Its not a lot to go on btu there was a series documents that were not entirely redacted..." He advises, trying his best to leave otu the part where he hacked through 4 or 5 highly classified servers to get the glue that held his line of deduction together. All that 'illegally obtained' data.

Dorian nods. "It's possible he knows more than he's letting on. In fact, I think it's likely. He might even be more inclined to revenge than I was in my state. When I was transformed, I lashed out, smashing everything I could. He didn't do that. I see a similar sort of self-loathing, but it's manifesting differently than it did in me." He says directly to Scarlet, "I intending to try to get him a counselor, too. We'll see if it does anything."

Dorian says to Daemon, "Great. I need the actual documents. Otherwise, it's smoke and mirrors. If you could...provide those...then I can actually work with it."

"Sent." Daemon says as he forwards the least illegally obtained documents to Dorian's StarGaurd address. Part of him wants to warn Dorian not to dig too deeply. He hope that goes without saying.

Dorian nods. "Thank you."