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PostPosted: 16 Sep 2012, 20:33 
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"I'm rather surprised that I'd survived myself, your freezing process completely overwhelmed my wards in that..shuttle, was it? Good. You, at least, seem to be taking your job seriously. I appreciate an efficient conduction of business." Xander allowed himself a short half-smile. His 'knack for longevity' seemed to be little more than sheer luck in any case, and that was fine by him. Given that he was so far from home, and that even then there was little worth returning for, he figured that there was not much more to live for than simple curiosity. He was curious about this station, and the people that ran it. For all of the hows and whys he speculated he simply couldn't piece enough together from what little he knew of things here, and that was enough to put some compliance in him. "And I doubt that you'll find me much trouble. After all, you are much better at this than those idiots. If I am given no opportunities to take, then what do you have to fear?" His smile widened slightly, as he put his mind to working out alternative methods of drawing magic into his arrays.



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PostPosted: 16 Sep 2012, 21:13 
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"My pride is not so weak as to be taken advantage of by mere flattery. We don't know enough about you to remove all opportunities bar placing you in a complete vegetative state, which would be something of a waste of my time, and your capabilities. just be aware that we will be watching you at all times, and if you do anything out of line, you will be crushed. Harshly. You are useful, but if you become to much of a liability compared to your usefulness, then you are not so unique as to be irreplaceable. You will be taken out and removed. On the other hand, the people upstairs like co-operation. If you prove yourself willing to comply and useful in your testing, you will get certain perks. Not like casting willy nilly and the like, but it will make your life much easier. Comfortable even."



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PostPosted: 17 Sep 2012, 05:10 
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"Good." Replied Xander, finding the word suitable to cover his opinion of pretty much everything just said. "Now will this preparatory stage of yours take much longer? I have no more questions, and would like to put my time to good use re-evaluating my spells against the recent events." He motioned to one of the large, rectangular pouches on his belt. He would have to find a way to alter the text within without magic first, or else developing new spells would take a very long time. He did consider, for just a moment, asking if he would have time to work on his spells, but he dismissed the idea quickly. There was no chance that these people would allow him effectively free use of his magic at any point, he figured, and even then, there was absolutely no chance of bargaining with, or asking favours of, people like this. At least not so long as they held all of the cards.

Again, likening life to a card game. It was an easy metaphor to grasp, and Xander found it hilarious at some level.



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PostPosted: 17 Sep 2012, 23:01 
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"Oh we've been done some time. I just felt like letting you know your situation and circumstances. We have a sample of your blood and that device transmits both your location and physical status, along with restraining your magic. It doesn't come off without our say so, by the way. People have tried, and we had to amputate the limb they tried to remove if from, they mangled it so bad. The limb, not the anklet. We've recovered those from bombed out buildings with nary a scratch." The man with the book said. "There will be a man to escort you to the brig shortly. It isn't far, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem."

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Mirasa returned to her room her watcher leaving her after the door was closed. It was relatively spartan through out most of it. She didn't really use it all that much, to the point that much of it had grown a layer of dust, including the pillow case she had used to trap that mechanical thing before she dropped a chair on it during her first day in the room. One of the rooms went completely unused, presumably they made these with family units in mind, not that Mirasa was conscious of this fact. She made her way to the nearer Bedroom, and opened the door. She managed to get it halfway open when it hit a pile of Tin Cans, all full and closed. She looked at them, determined that they were alright, and moved through the path she had made through the piles of food and drinks and general odds and ends to the bed, which had a space reserved for her at the bottom where she lay down and went to sleep.



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The latter part of Alyssa’s day wasn’t as monotonous as she’d been expecting. The requested book duly turned up – a guard arrived with something similar to a Kindle, which connected to a large database of reading matter of all varieties. She’d not long chosen a title and settled down to read when the front wall of her cell slid open once again, and someone in a lab coat (who wasn’t Kepler), accompanied by another guard, arrived and explained that he wished to take samples of blood, venom and acid. She was rather relieved to find that he treated her civilly and took the trouble to explain everything he was planning to do, even though she was now locked in a cell and in no position to object to anything without facing immediate reprisals. He also informed her that he would like to take further samples at different times of day to check for any fluctuations and sure enough he arrived again late in the evening. With the additional diversion of the evening meal, which was plain but not unappetising, the time passed quite quickly, and she found that by lights-out she was already quite tired and ready to sleep after the stresses of the day.



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"I was already of the mind that trying to remove the device with such brutish methods would be more damaging to myself than it, worry not, I'll make no such attempts." said Xander coolly, he wasn't fond of having his place and situation spelled out for him in such a way, though it was enlightening to some degree. He had only as much freedom here as they would allow, and they were likely to remind him of this fact quite frequently. It would annoy him, he knew already, but to what extent he had yet to see. "Very well," he said after a moment's thought, "I think I should like to retire before long." He wasn't very tired, not really, but a chance to relax after...this, would be welcome.



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"Yes yes yes, Like I said, the guard should be here shortly." the man looked at a watch on his wrist. "any minute now..." He said as the guard entered the same room as Xander.



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Xander waited until a doorway he hadn't noticed before slid open on the wall to his right. The guard stepped in, and Xander made an internal note of the uniform- rather dull, utilitarian, but sufficient and perhaps even more than suitable for the task at hand, not to mention well equipped. These people really didn't take any chances, something that Xander approved of.

"If you're ready, we'll move on to your assigned space in the Brig, where you will stay until further notice. Is this understood, Mr...Miles?" The guard's tone was professional, very curt, but experience was obvious. Again, Xander found himself approving.

"Xander, if you please. Let us be off." Xander nodded, and gestured for the guard to lead on. Instead, the guard took a step back away from the door, and motioned for Xander to walk ahead of him. No chances indeed, he thought, walking on without so much as a glance back at the scientist and his little paper-based notebook, who he was certain would already be off on some other piece of work.

The other side of the door was a long corridor. There were doors and windows at certain intervals, lining both sides, but all of them were shut or sealed, leaving just the one door at the end open for Xander to see beyond. With the guard following a few steps behind him, he entered what looked very similar to the shuttle he had used to get to the Station in the first place, though it was smaller, and had more seats. He also hoped that it wouldn't freeze him, but then he didn't quite know what to expect.

"If you could take a seat, we will begin transit." said the guard, and Xander complied, sitting in the rough centre of little shuttle. The guard stood by the door, which slid shut behind him, and almost immediately the transport started moving. It was a smooth, subtle change that signalled the motion, but it alerted Xander, who found it odd compared to the transports of his own world. He also found it strange that he hadn't noticed the difference on the first shuttle. He wasn't sure whether it was because he had been tired, or relieved at the time, or if it had been some difference caused by being in space. He would have to consider this later, he thought, as just as he was beginning to weigh up the various possibilities, he noticed the transport slowing.

"Here we are." Said the guard as the door slid open again. He motioned for Xander to lead on again, and he did so without complaint, stepping out of the transport and into the Brig, with the guard just a few steps behind him. Xander almost slowed for a moment as he looked about the complex. He had forced himself not to form any prior expectations, but he would have to admit that his first thought when the brig was mentioned was of a facility very similar to the one he had been held captive within on the other ship. This, however, was very different. It was bright, clean, and very well kept. It was nothing like the prison facilities of his own world, but still, he was impressed.

The guard took him through a security station, where he had to stand and wait as they scanned him for various things. The various officers here seemed to be a little worried about his spellbooks, along with every single piece of jewellery on his person and the tattooed circles, but eventually conceded that the anti-magical device on his ankle would be sufficient to keep him contained. They let him keep the books, much to his relief as they were important to him, and then he was moved on. After a number of other checkpoints, they entered what he figured was some form of commons area for the brig's residents. He didn't pay it much attention though, as almost immediately he was taken to a cell nearby, where the door opened for him.

"You'll be staying here until we have everything ready. If you need anything, I'm sure that you'll be able to figure out the intercom system. Now, if you don't mind, I have other duties to attend to."

And with that, the guard departed, and the door closed behind him, leaving Xander alone in the cell. He looked around, taking in the details this time. The 'cell' was devoid of decoration, though it wasn't quite empty. It had a bed, which seemed more comfortable than his previous slab, and a privy along with a sink, which was a nice touch, he thought. Settling down on the bed, which was definitely more comfortable than his previous one, he found himself very tired indeed. Taking a moment to take off and carefully fold his jacket, then remove the other bits and pieces he was wearing which would make sleeping uncomfortable, he took out the older of the two tomes, and reviewed his knowledge of magical energy and how to draw from it until he fell asleep.



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[font=Times New Roman]The Next Day[/font]

Mirasa woke up and continued to lay still for a while, holding a can of beans from over the side of the bed. Once she had determined that there was no one to startle by getting up, she moved from the bed in a gliding motion, and moved about the piles with little trouble opening the door while standing beside it. In the main room was her handler sipping on a cup of something.

"... The hell are you doing here. I thought I got to be by myself in here."

"Well, I'm here to collect you for a round of testing. I'd usually wait outside, but you do owe me a coffee from earlier." He said, moving his cup. "Besides, eventually someone needed to tell you not to go out in the same dress from yesterday."

"I can figure that out myself thanks." She said, noting the coffee. She didn't have any coffee in her stores, so he had to have gotten it from elsewhere. Likely the food dispenser thingy they mentioned when she first was placed in this location. She didn't trust it, she needed to know exactly what was going into her food. "I'll change after I have a shower. You can leave till I'm ready. If you're still here by the time I start the shower, you're getting a can to the head."

"And you'll be in the Brig again."

"None the less, Can. Head."

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It was 06:30. James picked up his communicator--a blue-tooth-esque device that doubled as a translator--on the first beep. He had already woken up, showered, dressed and obwashed his teeth by 06:20 so that he could already be enjoying his bacon, eggs, blackberry muffin and coffee by the time the call came. He was currently sitting in the Weaponry and Advanced Computing's breakroom, it being the nearest one to his quarters.

'Kepler?'

'Can I bring my coffee?' Kepler broke off a piece of the perfectly crispy bacon and crunched nonchalantly.

'Higher ups sent down that they wanted you to--' the mind of the woman on the other end of the line suddenly caught up with his response. 'What?'

James took a drink of his coffee. It had cinnamon in it, and today he had selected a different mug. It said 'Ask me about Schrödinger. Or don't.' 'You were calling to tell me I've been designated to conduct Mirasa's test today. And it's going to be Armoured Detachable Unit 209.'

'Uh...yes...Um--'

'Thanks.' James ended the communication. He knew the rest anyway. At least up until he was actually briefing Mirasa and her handler. He had some trouble remembering exactly what happened in the test, but that nobody got hurt really at all. James liked Mirasa. She was the only other person on board that people thought talked to themself regularly. He knew she didn't think much of him in return but tolerated him better than most.

But in any case, he shoved the last strip of bacon into his mouth and picked up his plate, delivering it to the drop off slot, taking care to remove the remainder of the muffin before the plate was subsumed by some unseen thing behind the slot. Blackberry muffin in one hand, black coffee mug with white lettering in the other, grey short sleeve shirt over a black long sleeve one and all under his own special lab coat that plainly declared him to be Leslie somebody or another, James left the breakroom and breakfast behind for ADU-209.

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Alyssa had not long finished her breakfast, brought to her by a yet another guard (she figured the ones she had seen the previous day had all long since finished their shifts and been replaced by a new set of personnel) when the front of her cell slid open once again and in walked Masters.

“Hello, Alyssa,” he said in a friendly tone. “I hope your accommodations weren’t too uncomfortable last night. We’re working to find you a more appropriate place to stay.”

Alyssa opened her mouth to reply but Masters clearly wasn’t interested in an answer (very likely because whatever she said, it wouldn’t have made any difference).

“We’d like to conduct some more tests on you,” he went on, ”but this time we need you, not just samples. We’d like to assess your capabilities – reaction speed and so on, and observe you using your gifts. But first I’d like to discuss a proposition with you...



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'Time for us to go out,' Pamela said just as the Pokéballs containing Hettie and Jeanne were opened, and then she placed her Hat upon her Head in its accustomed Position and pulled on her Coat, after which Gesture Hettie landed gingerly upon her Shoulder — it was still rather Early, but Pamela was quite intent on finding a good Hairdresser — and Jeanne gingerly took her Bag and presented it to her; she took it and said 'thank you, Dear,' and then she stroked Jeanne's Ears, finished buttoning her Coat, and stepped out into the Corridor and made her Way down to the Lobby, where she met one of her Handlers.

'Testing today, Ms Winsley,' he said to her.

'Well, all right,' Pamela answered — there would always be Hairdressers later, she supposed, and she thought the Tests sometimes amusing, since there were no other Pokémon Trainers aboard the Station of which she was aware, and she had been secretly wanting a good Battle for some Time. 'Shall we go and fetch Tilly?'

'Not this Time,' the Handler answered.

'Very well,' Pamela said. 'Shall we be going, then?'



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Aran drifted to wakefulness and lay there for a while with his eyes closed, wondering what the time was. He wasn’t one to sleep in late or stay in bed for long after he’d woken up, but he lay still for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort and warmth before he sat up and checked the chronometer on the other side of the room. He never bothered to set the alarm – he was rarely called for anything much before 9:00 and his own body clock generally woke him around 7:00.

6:55, he noted with satisfaction. He stretched, yawned, and flung the cover back, before swinging his feet down on to the carpet. His night attire was nothing more than a pair of boxers, but the flat was comfortably warm and he wandered out to the kitchen to sort out breakfast without bothering to put on anything else. Soon he was sitting at the table with a mug of coffee, a bowl of cereal and a plate of buttered toast. While he ate he idly browsed the station's entertainment channels on the computer. A good half hour later he finally decided that maybe he should get showered and dressed.

It was probably a good thing that he did, for he was barely into his favourite blue and green outfit when the flat’s communicator sounded: his minder was at the door.

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Xander woke with a little bit of a start. There was a subtle but annoying chiming resounding through the little room. "An alarm?" He thought, sitting upright with a groan. The bed had been comfortable enough, but that didn't stop him feeling groggy after yesterday's exertions. He also found himself missing both his cane, and his free use of magic, without which he felt incredibly tired for a reason that he just couldn't quite describe. The alarm stopped shortly after he stood from the bed, which made him hesitate a moment, then he picked up the spellbook from where he had left it on the little desk besides the bed, returned it to the leather pouch on his belt, and pulled on his jacket.

After a few moments, he decided to take the jacket off again. It was too warm, he noted, to really get away with wearing it now, so instead he placed it over his shoulders and let it rest there, at which point another quiet noise sounded. A panel in the wall opposite his bed opened up, a palette slid out, and the panel closed behind it, leaving the palette sticking out of a slight depression in the wall. Xander walked over to this, observing a tray upon the palette, and a selection of food upon the tray.

This was all it took to realise that he was, in fact, quite hungry. He picked up the tray, and moved over to sit on the bed, placing it on his lap, then he ate. He didn't pay much attention to just what the food was, he recognised the bread, that at least seemed a staple on both his world and here, but that was about it. The food here was very different, as it had been on the ship that had brought him here, but most of it was quite tasty, and all of it was edible, which he appreciated.

Soon after he was finished, a knock on the door arrested his attention. A slot in the door opened, and the helmet of a guard appeared, visor down.

"Mr.Miles, we're here to take you for your first test." Came a decidedly gruff voice from the helmet. "Are you ready to go?"

"I see no reason not to." Xander responded, bowing his head slightly and standing, wiping his hands on a little paper napkin that had been on the tray. "And please, call me Xander." Truly, this culture's habit of addressing him by his first name was quite annoying. He supposed that the formalities here would simply be different to his own, but still... He took the tray over to where the palette still stuck out from the wall and placed it there. His assumption seemed correct, as the panel opened again, and the palette disappeared into it.

"Very well then, Mr.Xander. Just bear in mind that we will be watching you carefully, that we are being monitored, and that we are expected at the test site at a predetermined time." Said the guard.

"Very well then, you have my word that I'll be no trouble." Xander assured the man, who's helmet gave a nod of affirmation, and then the slot closed. A moment later, the door slid open, and Xander was greeted with the sight of several guards, not just one this time, each of which were armed and ready. He made a note of the lack of expense spared on his part, and smiled lightly. It was nice to be taken seriously, if nothing else. He stepped out of the door, noting again that the guards didn't need a cue or order to fall into a tight formation in response.
"Lead on then, if you will." He said, and they left the room, the door sliding shut behind them.



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James Kepler sipped on his coffee.

Again.

It was barely lukewarm at this point, which disappointed him severely, but he was trying to make it last a little bit longer regardless, since he knew Mirasa's handler would remark on his mug, and James loved his mugs. Otherwise, not much was happening. It was 07:39 now, and he had been in ADU-209 for almost an hour getting all the metaphorical ducks in their metaphorical rows before Mirasa arrived for the test. He pushed the thoughts about the procedures and purpose of that to the back of his mind for just a little bit longer until the girl showed up though, since he knew Chaz didn't want to know the specifics until the right time.

Instead, he focused on the room he was in. Foyer definitely wasn't the right word for it, but 'staging area' had entirely the wrong connotations. Anteroom--or 'antechamber', really--was a bit vague, but was certainly accurate. It was the room before the test chamber proper began. As such, it was much...heavier and bulkier than the...uh...ante-anteroom, which was basically given over to the scientists, engineers and other observers. It was about on par, however, from the other room which connected to the antechamber, which--assuming the Observation and Control room he had just mentioned was one entrance (and it was)--was the only other entrance and exit, and was intended for the transport of the more dangerous potential subjects to use the armoured detachable unit to and from the brig section of the Pequod.

But the antechamber was boring. It was mostly white, and with the aid of Leslien lab coat, James felt like he was blending in too well. He turned around--it didn't do him much good standing around there waiting anyway--and waited until someone opened the door to allow him back in to the OC Room, where he made his way over to the corner, past the three individuals seated in front of glowing screens-slash-interfaces, to the very basic and none too exciting coffeemaker. He refilled his mug more for the reason of keeping it and what was in it, and hopefully by extension himself, warm. He got cold easily, so he drank lots of coffee, tea, cocoa and hot espresso-based drinks. He'd have a serious need for the facilities sooner or later though.

One of the people at the controls turned at the sound and smell of coffee being poured. 'Since when did we have a coffee machine in here?'

'Oh. I dunno. It was probably added for this. That's only good for one-offs though.'



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The rest of Mirasa's morning was somewhat uneventful, beyond her new selection of clothes. While the Sundress was certainly a safe choice in regards to the lack of pockets, it left something to be desired when dodging and weaving in tests requiring more dexterity. As such she put on her outfit that she had been given especially for the tests, a white snug sleeveless top and matching fitted pants, tucked into a pair of boots. It also had a red Scarf, for some reason. She couldn't figure out why, but it could come in handy, so she put it on anyways. She then went out to meet her Handler and head out to the testing grounds, stopping for food along the way.

"Is this going to be quick?" She asked the room in general. "I mean, I suppose I don't have anything better to do, but I have been doing these tests for a while."


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Aran arrived at the testing centre and submitted nonchalantly to the usual security checks. Once he was through, his handler left him under the supervision of the staff there and disappeared. This was normal, though Aran couldn’t help wondering what he did all these times when he wasn’t needed or was simply nowhere in sight. Was he still watching his every move, learning all he could about him and ready to step in and subdue him at the slighted hint of rebellion? Or did he go off somewhere and relax with a coffee or a beer (well, with a coffee at any rate. Beer on duty might not ingratiate him with his superiors), confident that Aran’s implanted security chip would disable its host and alert him automatically?

He was led down to the testing suites as usual, but was rather taken aback when the white-coated scientist escorting him walked straight past the door to the antechamber where he was usually reunited with equipment. Aran himself stopped there regardless.

“Err... aren’t we forgetting something? You know... swords, materia? That sort of thing? Haven’t yet learnt to cast Fire with a shirt or subdue enemies with a pair of pants...”

“You’re not going into that test chamber today,” the man replied. “The tests will be a little more challenging, a little more extensive, than previously, so we’ve changed the venue.”

He led him right to the end of the corridor and into a room where several more white-clad personnel were sitting at consoles. On one side of the far wall were a door, and a window, which Aran already knew from previous visits to the testing labs, would be made of some form of armoured ‘glass’, through which he could see into a chamber almost identical to the one he’d passed through so many times before. And there, as usual, laid out on a bench, were his beloved twin kodachi in their shared scabbard, and a case containing all his materia that were deemed potentially dangerous.

“My babies!” he exclaimed, eyeing his belongings eagerly through the window. “So, what do we have to look forward to today, guys?”



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Pamela only kept Jeanne and Hettie out until the Testing Facility was reached — she had never brought any of her Pokémon into it out of their Pokéballs; though nobody had ever asked her to do this, she had a decent Idea they would if she had tried it. Then the usual Rigmarole was gone through, to which she did not pay a great deal of attention, though the Direction was rather different this Time. Her handler left her with the People in Lab Coats, as was his usual Habit — she never really quite thought of them as Scientists because, although she did not mind the Tests, she did not like the Thought that Data was being collected from them, so she often called them bothersome Interlopers when she thought of them.

One of them approached her and said 'something new for you for you today, Ms. Winsley.'

'What shall we be doing?' she asked.

'Surprise, ma'am,' the somebody answered; she read the Name Chester on his Tag, and was quite certain he was not really anybody important. 'We're not beginning for another few Minutes — why don't you sit down.'

'Thank you, I shall,' Pamela answered, and then she took the offered Seat and waited for the Test to begin.



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Alyssa’s stomach was churning as she and her escort disembarked from the transport capsule and walked the short distance to the ‘building’ that housed the offices and labs of the test centre. She was beginning to wonder why she had ever agreed to this and she was half tempted to announce she’d changed her mind. It was apprehension about the unknown that was upsetting her, she knew. The mutant superheroes whom she admired so much back in her own world – like the X-Men – regularly honed their skills in tests such as these when they weren’t out in the field, facing real opponents, so, for them, suddenly being expected to confront unknown challenges wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. But Alyssa had only ever been an ordinary civilian; she didn’t even know herself exactly what she was capable of, and she’d spent the whole of her teenage years trying to hide her abilities, not develop them. Would she be able to cope with whatever they were intending to throw at her? Would she make a humiliating mess of it? Would she face serious injury, or worse, if she wasn’t up to the challenge? What would they do with her afterwards if she failed? But likewise, what would they do with her if she backed out now? They’d promised her proper accommodation, but would they honour that promise if she chose not to co-operate?

She was silently mulling all these things over in her mind as she was taken through yet more security checks and led down a corridor, past windows through which she could see rooms of computer monitors and machinery and white-coated staff. Finally, she was led through a door into yet another such room. She stood, in silence again, while her guards spoke to a couple of the staff, and others looked her over appraisingly. After a few minutes, one of those who had been involved in the conversation came over to her.

“So, you’re Alyssa Kember? Pleased to meet you. I hope you’ll forgive me if I don’t shake hands.”



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James had ingratiated himself at one of the terminals in the observation room in the meantime, much to the dismay of one of the technicians, who had merely been trying to figure out why a seemingly unrelated test chamber was requesting permission to ADU-209's auxiliary resources and was now standing with her hands on her hips and a disgruntled expression on her face behind the chair. She was only too happy to aid in notifying Kepler that the job he was actually supposed to be performing was at hand and pushing him out of the observation room. He managed to grab his coffee mug before he was evicted and handed a datapad. Mirasa and her handler were in the anteroom, the former asking impatiently about how long the test would take.

"Oh. Hi. Yes. Well. It could be quick. It depends, really. On you. Actually, hopefully it is quick because I really have to pee. Sorry. You don't care about that. Um," he suddenly looked intently at the datapad as if he were reading something important, although in reality he didn't need it at all. "Today you're working with containers for your summons. Form variety. Multiple simultaneous instances. Source derivation. It'll, um, take the form of spontaneous challenges. One at a time. You solve them with help. From your, um, friends." He wiggled his nose as if he had an itch and tore his eyes away from the datapad. "There may also be some other elements. Ones I haven't been informed about. Authenticity or something. Um, if there are, they should be minor. Any questions?"



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"So I have to... vary up my 'summons' and summon more than one at once?" Mirasa questioned, though in reality she was just repeating after Kepler. "I assume I'm going to get my Tokens at some point." She asked, Moving further into the room.


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The guards led Xander through the brig, as he had been led into it before. They passed through the security station once more, and Xander was once again subjected to the intense scrutiny of various devices and scanning equipment before being allowed to continue. He was then directed to the same transport hub as he had arrived from. A couple of the guards entered ahead of him and stood aside as he was ushered into the transport, then the rest followed as he took a seat. At least, he mused as the door slid closed behind them, they were content to let him choose a seat for himself. He also noted approvingly that, his escort excluded, he was the only passenger on this particular shuttle.

It took longer to arrive this time, and Xander surmised that they must now be on another part of whatever facility this 'Station' was. The guards formed up again, and Xander stood as the doors opened before they would feel the need to move him on themselves. He was very curious, he would freely admit, but he forced himself to maintain an easy pace as he walked, once again flanked by guards, out of the transport and into another long, bright corridor. This one was lined with doors, just as the other one had been yesterday, though this time he noticed that they were labelled with signs sticking out from the ceiling and markings on the walls and doors. He first thought it odd that he hadn't noticed this before, and figured that he may have been too tired, or that the doors in that other corridor simply weren't marked in such a way. He then noticed that it was written in a language that he didn't quite understand. Some of the sigils he could pick out as similar to his own language, but even then the words were very different. This could create issues, he thought as they walked on along the corridor.

Eventually the guards in front of him stopped in front of a plain double-door, waited for the rest of the group to form up again around them, and the apparent leader made use of some console built into the wall that Xander had barely noticed to have the door open. They walked on inside, and Xander immediately took notes on the room in front of them. It was bland and white, the walls were featureless but for the regular grooves left between whatever material they were made from, and a very large, black sheet of glass that occupied almost all of the far wall, leaving enough space for a thin door in the panelled wall beside it. Xander knew well enough what this kind of room was typically used for, and assumed that he was probably already under a fair degree of observation. He did wonder though, as the guards led him into the centre of the room before halting, what would happen to him here.


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"Uh..." Kepler thrummed his fingers against the back of his datapad once, twice, thrice, "They're in the first section of this test chamber. At least. That's what it says here. I can show you." He quickly turned the pad around and held it up so Mirasa could see it, or at least could have if he hadn't removed it equally as fast. She could have seen a blur, at least. "I think you should get started right now."



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After some Minutes, Pamela saw one of the People in white Coats — the same Chester from before, it turned out — approaching her, so she sat up and watched him very closely; he looked a little nervous, but he walked directly to her nevertheless and said 'you're to observe the others first today; please follow me.'

'Very well,' Pamela answered, and she stood and followed as asked; she was led to a rather dimly-lit Room with a large Monitor at one end which was split into three Sections, but which, as it was then inactive, was set to a background which caused it to resemble an ordinary Window, for which Pamela mistook it initially. She was led to a Seat directly before it, and asked if she would need anything, to which she answered 'a Writing-Pad and a Pencil.' When she had received the requested Instruments, she thought  if I am to be here through everybody else being tested, I probably ought to send for Lunch before too long; I suppose I shan't be going to the Hairdresser today, though this ought to be far more interesting.



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"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do anyways..." Mirasa said, walking past Kepler and into the room.
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"You be fighting the Robot again," one of the techies Replied to Aran, "though this time he has backup. We've leveled his programming to balance, but he's got a squad of rifle armed robots also attempting to remove you. The purpose of the test is to determine how you operate while dealing with attacks coming in from multiple vectors. Some of the 'bots are designed to fly, meaning three dimensional thinking as well."
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The man in the lab coat from before entered the room and approached Xander.

"I have dinner plans, so I'll keep this quick. You'll excuse me for being curt. You have been selected for a team. This team is being sent on a dangerous mission for which our own men are not suitable. If you succeed, we will set you up to live anywhere in the universe, and you will never hear from us again. before we send you on this mission with this team, we must test your capabilities. You will be taken to a secure section of the station cluster, and your power inhibitor will be deactivated. If you attempt to circumvent the purpose of the testing, the small security detail will kill you. If they fail to do this satisfactorily, the section you are in will be separated from the cluster and detonated. We will escalate from that point. If you attempt to take any of the security hostage, we will still detonate. They signed such a contract. If you are successful, the testing will continue at a later date. We will activate the inhibitor, and escort you back to your cell. These are the terms, if you refuse, then you serve no purpose to us beyond a live test subject. This is suboptimal for either party. Do you accept?"



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