Aryn Martin
Aryn Martin
She lived in the squalor of Earth under the skyscrapers of the corps…she knows that if the Company isn’t kept in line, the same thing will happen here, and the colony will rot the same way Earth did.
Character Location
Current Location
Boundless Horizons
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Flight Officer, Seegson Synthetics
Age
33
Birthplace
Los Angeles, California
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Gray
Hair
Red
Height
5'8"
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BoundlessHorizons_Quarantine.txt
14 July 2120
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Quarantine Protocol engaged, second shift, 11.20 2120.07.14, persuant to Company protocol and under the supervision of Yee -- Watercress, Thatcher, Young, Banks, Locsin, 48 hours observation + 48 hours isolation.
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Yee interfaced with Thatcher and Watercress before the shuttle landed -- they are NOT excited about quarantine, but Yee is on board with the idea, and as far as I'm concerned, it's just good to have an Agent listen to me for the first time this week.
Had a Joe install a communication terminal inside the sick bay for those in quarantine. Want to make sure they can talk with who they think they need to.
Yee gave a... motivational speech explaining the situation to B.H.
It was somewhat effective? Morale seems shaky, but I think as people remain healthy, I think we'll probably be fine.
Apparently one of the "eggs" implanted in Mo has attached itself to the bone of her jaw. Robbie says they can't remove it because the settlement isn't set up for bone reconstruction yet. He's just going to leave it in her face until we can figure out what to do about it.
Banks did an analysis on the samples -- the one removed from Thatcher is dead. Dried out, apparently. The one that Robbie was able to get out of Mo was stored in a saline-type solution, and is still alive, but in some kind of a dormant state.
Moon has setup power-generator units and light masts that run a circuit around Boundless Horizons. Setting out to see if I can do a perimeter walk with her; if that's what the bugs around here are capable up, I want to know how we're set to deal with curious local fauna when they decide to investigate the newcomers.
BoundlessHorizons_Artemis.txt
14 July 2120
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Earthquake last night, 02.00. Asked Gittins about if he had any information on it in the morning, and he said I shouldn't think much of it, but that he would put down some more survey beacons to keep track of tectonic activity in the area. Gave him (5) of the Model-J's to get a mining operation started.
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Medical training with Banks in the morning on blunt-force trauma, lacerations, and other earthquake-related injuries. Good information, and it's good that other people are aware of things that might be hazardous.
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Got into an argument with Watercress in the mess because he was using Synth slurs.
- Escalated the situation to Thatcher because we were making a scene. I got to her first and explained the situation: if people start comparing the Working Joes (or the K-Models) to replicants, we are in some SERIOUS SHIT as a community. If the group looses the ability to see the Synths as tools and starts to view them as murder machines, we're going to loose our workforce, and then we're going to loose the colony. It'll crumble from the foundations if we aren't careful.
- Thatcher wasn't responsive. Fucking suit.
- Thatcher sided with Watercress and let him walk away as a bigot with his head held high. Fucking suit.
- She threw me a bone so that I couldn't leave saying she didn't do anything for me. FUCKING SUITS WITH THEIR GODDAMN CONFLICT RESOLUTION SEMINARS. I took the same fucking course when I signed on for Seegson -- I bet she doesn't even care that I know all the same words and tricks.
- She's letting me setup a sensitivity training to at least try and get ahead of the social problem with the rest of the community... she said I had to make it optional attendance and that I had to make it online *facedesk*
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Kept being pissed for a while and decided not to go out with the field team (Artemis). Couldn't stand being around Thatcher and Watercress. Started setting up a command center and a job board instead -- might as well do something useful, and nobody else around here is getting infrastructure setup. Asked Moon for help with coordinating the military communication aspects of CECOM. She doesn't talk much, works quick, and knows her stuff -- I like her.
As soon as we got the relay setup and got data moving between CECOM and the Artemis shuttle, it was clear that shit had already hit the fan. ON DAY FUCKING THREE. A/V from the IRC Mk.50 suits showed that the ground team all had the visors down -- Watercress was waist-deep in a stream, and there was some kind of reptile on the shore. Had a swarm of native bugs all over it, and welts that were bleeding... ordered the crew to get helmets on IMMEDIATELY, but several of the ground team were exposed before the order went through. Should never have had a team in the field without a command center setup. Stupid.
Several of the crew seem to have eggs or something implanted in their skin from the stings/bites. Watched a sample taken by Banks from out of Thatcher -- teardrop shaped, almost like an ingrown hair. FUCKING SUIT.
Crew got on the shuttle successfully and dusted off without much more trouble, but I'm enacting quarantine protocol, and I'm going to get the Marines to help me enforce it -- Moon saw all the same shit that I did, she should be on the same page.
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Fucking day three. Welcome to Enoch.
BoundlessHorizons_Sunrise.txt
13 July 2020
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Bright morning, bright people, fresh smells, and a whole lot of potential.
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Established comlink with Del Paraiso. Spotty connection, but it'll work for now. Going to have to get hydroelectric set up soon for stable power supply.
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Two survey teams went into the field -- Gittens, Young, Masterson, and Watercress went to survey Peak-1, initial findings indicate high likelihood of precious metal deposits. Looks like we found our first mining operation.
Thatcher named a waterfall after herself. Typical suit. Might be a good spot for the hydro system, though.
Banks has the hot sauce. Good shit. She straight up killed KitKat with it.
Had a conversation with the guy leading the Temple here, Father Nick. Warm enough, and invited me to a service to see what the church is all about instead of explaining it to me. Guess I'll have to go through the dog and pony show to learn what I'm dealing with... might be worth it, though. They have funds that we don't have access to, and if they're choosing sides, it'd be good to have some pockets to dig into that don't belong to a Corp.
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Storm is rolling in.
BoundlessHorizons_NewBeginnings.txt
12 July 2120
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