NationStates Jolt Archive

Those invited, as seen here: SIGNUP THREAD (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=398512&page=1&pp=15). As of now, that thread will become the OOC thread.

Tarlachia
Tarasovka
Gehenna Tartarus
Outer Heaven MK II (Still waiting for a character submission on the OOC thread)
Carrida
Khwarezmia
Golden Simatar
Kaukolastan
Thulzarr Verde


The squeaking wheels could be heard as the interns pushed the cart around the corner, through the steel double doors with glass inset windows and into the genetics department. They wheeled the cloth covered cart past the desk, to a small laboratory that opened inward at their beckon.

Inside, the lights were flipped on, the harsh flourescent lights illuminating the room. The interns pushed the cart next to the table and departed, leaving the cart alone in the room with the raspy breathing of the AC unit that pumped sterile air into the room.

Several minutes passed until Doctor Andrew King passed through the doors, and donned his suit with care. He donned the mask and gloves, ensuring that he was completely sterile to the tests he and his crew who were just arriving would be completing.

Finally, they all had arrived, and he spoke, "Let's find out what we can about this sack o' bones ladies and gentlemen."

He flipped on the soft lighting, eliminating the flourescent lights. The room sat in a calming lighting as they set to work.

"Get the video going. I want all this on tape. Seal the door, enable security measures."

He turned to pull off the sheet off the preserved specimens of the bones of the human skeleton.

"I want a date stamp, bone density test, the works." he commanded as he carefully lifted each bone off the cart and placed them upon the table that sat in the center of the laboratory. All about the lab sat various archaelogical equipment used for such purposes.

The pure white Gulfstream flew through the air as it headed for Tarlachia. It bore no visable ID numbers on it, the only decal on the aircraft was a blue lighting bolt with a red L in the middle. It belonged to Lander Mining Consolidated, the Golden Simatar's largest corporation and one of the world's largest mining companies.

Inside, laying on the couch Karen Johnson slept. She was clean, for a change. Whenever someone would contact her about doing a seminar or a study somewhere, she was usually rushed off a dig site with no time to clean. She wore a pair of khaki shorts, and a blue t-shirt.

Karen opened her eyes slowly and slide her slim figure off of the couch. She streached, walked over to the small built in bar and made herself a drink. She sat down as a large man walked forward.

"We will be landing soon ma'am."

"Thank you Dimitri."

Dimitri nodded and turned back towards the cockpit. Karen shuddered, she disliked the Russian and the fact her father insisted the man look after her. She was happy once she got off the plane, Dimitri wouldn't follow her.

Karen looked out the window and stared at Tarlachia below as the aircraft began its decent.

From the moment that Carina Moore had made the transfer from GT Technologies to the TSI, she had been privileged to work under Doctor King. In fact, it had been the opportunity to witness King at first hand that had persuaded her to take the position, not that it took much persuading; she practically jumped at the chance. The usually ice cool scientist was practically shaking with excitement when she was first introduced to the doctor.

Dressed in a similar fashion to King, Carina followed him into the lab, taking up her position alongside the table, where the bones lay. She heard the swish and locking of the door, her gaze falling upon the doctor as she listened to his orders. Off to one side, the sound of the video camera coming to life could be clearly heard over the deafening silence, as everyone absorbed King’s words, before jumping to action following his orders.

Then suddenly the lab became a hive of activity, as each of those present began to fulfil their tasks. Carina, a genetic biologist, sterilised from head to foot, took her first tentative touch of the bones laid out before them, her thrill at being included in such an experiment could clearly be seen shining in her eyes.

Harry sighed as he re-adjusted his hat again; standing outside the door all day was a very boring, meaningless job, but still, it payed well enough.
Harry was twenty one years old, he had green eyes and blonde-brown hair, he had been on this particular job for about six months. A Midlonian immigrant in Tarlachia, what fun.
Landing himself this job was fairly easy, his short time in military service had at least helped him learn to shoot, and with “military experience” on his CV, and that was that.

Yet here he was, day in, day out, standing outside different doors, for different reasons, each one as pointless as the last, little ever happened.

He sighed yet again and began to count the tiles on the floor, then, after counting there were 753 in his short section of corridor, he began to count the ceiling tiles, after counting there were 430, he decided to head to the bathroom, with little ever happening he did this on a semi-regular basis, the eggheads normally knew how to not spill their goo, or gasses, or chemicals, or lose their samples of moss, or their stupid little critters they called “pets”. He pushed the door with the man on it and went to relieve himself.

"Oh! Oh my! Be careful with it! Do not harm any molecules!"

Bakteriologov was, most obviously, simply overthrilled at the prospect of finding out what that piece of relic had to offer. He could already see unspeakable virus and microbes that survived through time and time and even more time! Having finished the sterilisation procedures, which took him quite a deal of his already absent patience, he took position near the object of their study, clearly impatient to plunge some of its bits under some of his microscopes (of his own making) to see what little fluffies he could find.

Of course, the small fat and old professor was outright crazy, maybe even mad. But he was a genius in his field, a specialist wielding remarkable amounts of knowledge. Besides, don't that say that in every madman there is an unseen genius? Well, in Bakteriologov everything was seen - his crazyness and his knowledge. Hopefully, even in his crazyness, he never was a problem for those who worked with him.