EverE Industries

[Jacob Hail]

Jacob grimaced, knowing he would have to choose his next words very carfully. "Please, take the words of a fox whos been trying to avoid that place since he got here. It is a different experience for us workers, that place is not somewhere you want to go, and taking her there is going to bring her more harm then good." He stopped, letting his words sink in to the distressed deer. "But if you take her down to the workers bunks, ne and the other runners can look after her and make sure she recovers safely." The fox looked back at the infermery again, knowing the remaining time for his shift already ended.

[Angder]

Angder finally arrived at the medical wing. The two doctors, one junior, one obviously fairly experienced, immediately unloaded him onto a fairly dirty looking operating table, they strapped him down, even if he was awake he could barely move. the room obviously was obviously designed to be an ordinary hospital room, but it had since fallen into disrepair. It lacked a window, and the air seemed artificially fresh, obviously hiding the smell of the workers and the blood. along one wall was a row of cupboards, containing the tools used to amputate, and replace, the workers limbs.

"OK... broken leg, damaged arms, maybe even a jaw if we have time..." One of the doctors turned to the other. "Ok... this should be quite interesting lets~" The door, burst open, as a leapard wearing the uniform of a guard came in, panting slightly. "Lab 5... somethings gone wrong." The doctors turned to eachother. "Can it wait?" the experienced one asked. "No" the guard stated "That... thing almost~" The doctor interrupted. "I take it someone else will be looking after the worker then" The guard nodded "I would not worry." The guard said "There will be others, but next time, when you do an experiment like that make sure the containment is SECURE."

The two doctors reluctantly left the room, the guard slumped down in a chair. "OK..." he said into his radio. "We need a medic for worker 54. the ones assigned to him have other arrangements." A voice crackled back "Watch 54, do not leave him unattended, a medic will be there shortly." The guard sighed, and leaned back, placing his gun in his lap. "Understood" The guard relaxed, this kind of job was always fairly easy, even if he did try to escape, and somehow manage to undo the straps on the bed. He could not get far with that broken leg.

[Cinder42]

Frost smiled, wagging her tail excitedly as she thought about the runner who just left. Giving someone their first mechanical limb was the best! There was nothing like it! She hummed a perky tune to herself as she reminisced, only to be interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She whipped around, her fangs bared wildly, only to see a confused, and rather frightened guard standing behind her. He was struggling to keep his cool. She could tell by his scent and sweat in is fur. The medics made everyone uncomfortable, even the guards.

The guard was a savanna, a large slim cat, but still scrawny enough to be awkward. He looked at the ground, the machines, pretty much anything but her eyes as he stuttered out, "Um, ma'am they sort of.... need you in the infirmary. Worker 54."

Frost smile sweetly, "oh alrighty then, thank you!" and she sent him off with a pat on the head. He scampered off, leaving her to skip casually to the infirmary where she made her ay easily through the familiar halls to the room. She knew the infirmary like the back of her paw.

"So what seems to be the problem here?" She asked as she trotted through the door, addressing the guard more than the injured. In the outside world one might wait for an officially named doctor but here they were all medics, they were all perfectly proficient but the name medic just seemed to have stuck among them.

[Angder]

The leopard looked up, looking a little bored. "Duernab" He stated simply. "he Went full out on this one. Broken leg, arms all bruised up, Jaw punched..." The leopard looked over at 54 "You have dealt with one of Duernabs victims before right? most medics have at least one of his. basically, replace the leg, and then decide what else you want to do from there..." The Leopard looks back at frost. "And yes, this is his first time here by the way."

The leopard was used to the medics odd ways, he learned that it was best just to be simple and straight forward with them.


Angder groaned, and opened his eyes, finally waking up, he tugged at the straps around his arms. then he realized where he was. "no... no..." Angder whimpers slightly.

[Jacob Hail]

Jacob nodded slowly, trying not to distress the deer anymore. He took one last look at the med station before continuing down off the scaffolding and onto the factory floor. "It just this way, not to far." He said, looking back to make sure the deer was following him. It might of looked quite strange and maybe even suspicious, seeing a guard cradling a worker like a child, but the fox didn't care.  He had to keep himself busy, or else it was a one way ticket to the chop shop for him. "Here we are." Jacob said, opening the door to the runners barracks. "I believe 305's bunk is the sixth one down."

[tangletail]

A light clicking of claws could be heard as an echo in the factory when it was quiet enough. A lone feline was wondering down the corridors. When the light wasn't present from the stale but sterile lighting of industrial fixtures, a faint green glow could be seen in the form of two pupils.

 
When the light returned to bathe over the Desert Serval, his eyes were revealed to be carefully installed and well designed prosthetic eyes. Though they were soulless and incapable of showing any form of expression or ulterior motive, it was plain to see that the feline had zoned out long ago thanks to his bored expression.

 
Many different factory workers quickly scrambled into gear. Runners hurried away to avoid the off chance of making contact with the feline. Engineers quickly ducked down under the machines and pretended to be busy. And Assemblers nervously hurried off to go back to their stations, hoping that they wouldn't be taken to the infirmary.

But this particular feline... didn't pay any mind. No... he was content with his daily stroll through the factory. Yes... he could walk outside of the factory, and around the neighborhood of his own home. He had that right. But he didn't, no... no... work was always the excellent place to be for a walk.

The dull hums of machines toned out all of his senses. The hissing of screws made him think of his work. And the workers... well they all did their best to ignore him. And that was the way he wanted it.

 
Should this be a typical and uneventful walk, the kind that he most enjoyed, he'd stop by every room once. Pause in the center. Stare at a wall for a few seconds. Turn... and leave. He'd do this for every maintenance room. Every Janitors closet. And EVERY barracks.

 
But something... yes something did bring the feline known as Leon back into reality when he approached the Runners barracks. His eyes whired to life, and he paused in mid stride. His paws clicked on the ground one final time. His glowing mechanical eyes settled on a group of three.

 
The lifeless gaze they had seemed to be able to pierce through their souls and judge them for all they were worth. And his expression wasn't giving much in the way of what he was feeling.

 
He narrowed his eyes, his pupils opening a bit larger as a small box hovered over each of the three. Scanning them for information. But he didn't need such a feature to tell what was going on. A guard. And two workers. The two able bodies hauling off a poor subject whom managed to get herself hurt.

“What... is the meaning of this...” Leo spoke out dryly. His tone increasingly becoming more venomous. He paused. His large ears and tail flicked with agitation.

 
The scanner software in his eyes finished querying the results for both Tybalt, and Jacob. But... the scanner continued it's work on 305. It brought up a medical diagnostics software once it noticed the bodies hormones were away from it's typical homeostasis and began it's analysis.

 
The feline's brows furrowed as he now turned and began to walk closer to the group in silence. His gaze settled on Tybalt. His eyes once again emotionless, though the glow did dim when 305 fell out of his sight. Anything said to him would fall on deaf ears. But eventually he came to a stop. His nose only a small breath away from Tybalts.

 
And... while his expression might not be the most telling... his tone sounded nearly acidic. He knew what these guards did. They hardly needed a reason to beat down the slaves. No... what infuriates him... is when they do it, and the only medic in the area is him...thus leaving him to deal with the useless sack of meat. Well... he did snap one day... and took the guard instead of the worker after the third time catching him doing this very thing. And now this guard is doing it?! Jeez, he had to meet with the CEO in a couple of minutes!

“Did you seriously... just create more work for me...”

[Jacob Hail]

Jacob looked over at the person who entered, his eyes going wide as he saw it was. If all the people to walk in on them it had to be him, the crazy surgion who had his own eyes removed. There was nothing he could do for 305 now, he just had to hope the guard would handle things. The fox backed up as the medic came towards them, trying to blend into the crowed of other confused runners while the servals focus was on the guard.

[tangletail]

The Serval narrowed his eyes and glanced down to the unconscious girl. His eyes fell on the damaged electronics on her body, and then finally the wounds. Hmph, apparently his eye’s software had picked up these injuries first. Though it seemed pretty shaky on the injuries delt to her back.

The Servals eyes then flicked to the runner whom had been shrinking away from him. That seemed to be a normal reaction. It wasn’t anything that proved guilt. Or was it? The female in custody had multiple bruises, yet not everyone in the Barracks are showing an output of fear. An unusual amount of care was being used to hold her. If there was a punishment being delt, usually there would be more than one. His lifeless and mechanical gaze turned to Jacob. He gave the male a hard stare. His expression flat, and his brows pinched together contemplatively.

His eyes were already gathering information he could plainly see. The rapid rise and fall of his showed the faintest signs of fear. His eyes only augmented the fact with stronger evidence with a higher heart rate. His eyes locked into the males searchingly. Didn't this male stand next to Tybalt? Yes... yes he did. Curious curiouser.

His eyes returned to the girl. He studied her for a moment longer. The medical diagnosis returned to his view instantly. The results already completed... and  were well... outstanding. Cruelty so bad, that he was sure a guard wouldn't be able to reproduce the same result without actively killing.

Conclusion? Attempts at investigation is not his job.

His gaze slowly turned back to Tybalt. A brow raising now as he regarded the information he received. His eyes software once more scanning over the male’s hormones. But… the feline instead disabled the feature in mid sequence.

“…multiple blunt force traumas detected. Blood loss. High Levels of adrenaline. Bile. Traces of disorientation. A trace of ammonia. Radiation... Mmm... familiar isotope traces from one of the bots. And…” his eyes shifted back to the female runner and back. “… shrapnel... no real signs of how that got there. Death is possible without proper treatment. Require a substantial amount of work”

The feline tilted his head. His tone not once shifting in tone.

“Was this the condition you found her in, officer? Or..." his eyes narrowed, "was this your doing. A Punishment? Seeing as she's in your custody, I am assuming you'd want her to suffer.... right?"

Obviously, this feline did not seem to interested in any additions to his already busy schedule. He impatiently taps his paws against the concrete ground, his claws clicking softly. "... Right, Officer nine-four-seven? You beat her. Cut her. Jammed metal into her body. Destroyed her leg. And had a bot lift her? And now you want her to endure the pain. That is what happened, and is happening, yes?"

[Cinder42]

Frost's smile twitch ever so slightly and ahe trotted over to the guard. "Well, considering you speak to me like it's my first day, im going to treat you like it's yours. I apreciate your help but now for your first lesson im going to let you know that when a surgion begins to work we reauire minimal distractions. So please would you kindly GET OUT? before my scalpel slips from your disrupting presence and wind up lodged in your skull." She turned back to the strapped down patient and slipped into a sickeningly sweet and gentle smile. "It's alright deary, i take exreme pride and passion in my work. You're in good paws. The paws of an artist!" She stroked his fur and patted his head.

[Angder]

The Gaurd left the room, walking out the door and shutting it behind him, obviously not Fazed by what Frost had said.



Angder tried to shift away from the medic, but it was useless, he could barely move. He felt her pat his head as she treated him like a child, the sadistic bitch was taunting him, and he could do nothing. He was starting to panic, he wanted to do something to defy her, growl loudly, Spit in her eye, hell, bite her paw. he probably could if he timed it right. Of course pissing off the person about to do surgery on you probably was not the best idea...

"What... are you going to do to me... Please... I don't want anything cut off, I just want to return to work..." Angder swallowed hard. pleading with the medics was pointless. He knew that. He just could not see anything else to try.

[Jacob Hail]

Jacob tried to look away when the surgion looked at him, but couldnt draw his eyes from those hollow cold mechanical ones. The fox expected the medic to interogate him, demand to know his role in this before dragging him and the other guard up to the CEO. But much to his surprise, and releif, the medic set his focus off of him. For now atleast it looked like he was safe. "Hey" He heard someone whispering in his ear, a paw placed on his shoulder. Jacob slighlty glanced back and peered into the face of a hyena, another runner by the ID of 496. "After this is all over, I need to talk to you."

Andrew, after sorting through the metal, began peicing it into the box. His torch flicked on with a hiss and he began work, welding the makeshift panel over the gear box he had repaired. "I swear, they really just need to get new machines because I have no clue how long this will hold." He said, pulling the flame back and flipping up his goggles. "Alright 002, hit the switch if you may."

[tangletail]

“Is that so…” The feline hummed. The agitation building up in his voice. His tail began to flick, showing off his irritation. Obviously, it seemed that this cervine could not grasp hold of the concept of “ass covering” when it really was important.

The feline’s gaze slowly narrowed as he trained his gaze back to a source of movement in his peripherals. His eyes settling on two whispering runners. Not much information can be gathered like this. But that wouldn’t matter in a few moments. His gaze returned back to Tybalt.

His observing eyes quickly noticed the amount of care that the guard’s finger used. Holding onto the wretch like a lover holding a dying significant. There were no rules against such actions. Though normally, such behaviors have been greatly discouraged. Yes, typically this would have to be stopped.

The feline’s tail soon stopped twitching as his brow raised up. His gaze remaining fixed on the guards hands. But, the held a ghost of a smile. It wasn’t a warm smile either. It was a contemplative one. A calculative one. He wasn’t the type to do surgery… but experiments were things he did enjoy. A psychological one is always appreciative. Especially since it will give him a few key bits of information he’ll need for a later project.

His eyes soon resumed their glow as he reactivated it’s monitoring systems. His cold gaze returned to meet Tybalts eyes.

“Your behavior isn’t the most pleasing thing I have seen. But it’s not mandated to correct it. So… from this point on, I’ll officially acknowledge her confinement under your authority. Though I should warn you that her wounds are very severe. The lack of a proper treatment will only make matters worse in the future. Read up on company policies of workers whom are unfit. They are either removed, or edited severely. But… before I let you go. I need to hear an official statement from you. Do you take this girl under arrest, and take full responsibility for what happens to her there after. If not, then I will remove your spine. Her spine, and…”

The feline soon gestured to Jacob, “his spine. Fashion them into walking canes. And personally deliver them to the respective elder most relative in hopes that they may be able to walk with what back bone you have remaining.”

Leo paused. His glare was harsh. His paw clicked against the floor once more, "And that's no threat. Don't test me on this."

[Cinder42]

Frost stroked the wounded guard's fur gently and smiled gently. "Don't you worry yourself one bit, you're in good paws. An artist's paws. Once this is over you'll be better than new!" She turned around and trotted over to a rolling cart on the far wall, rummaging through the pile of medical instruments that lay thrown haphazardly there as she hummed cheerily to herself. She found a rusted syringe and examined it before popping the needle into her mouth and sucking on it idly as she made her way to the opposite side of the room to a set of drawers.

Her tongue cleaned some of the larger chunks of rust and dried blood off of the syringe and she eventually spit onto the floor beside her to get rid of it. The rust was just a little too much for her. She riffled through one of the drawers full of packets of clear liquid, eventually pulling one out and filling the syringe with it. The glass made a tiny sound as she flicked it, making her way casually back to the table to her patient.

"Now don't worry, you won't have any complaints, I swear it." She pushed the needle into the prominent vein of the guards forearm, grunting with frustration and giving it a quick shove when it was stopped by some excess rust she had missed, and shot the sickeningly sweet-smelling chemicals into the bloodstream.

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Jackson shrugged, wiping his paws on his hips as he hit the switch for the machine. It chugged to life, but the parts and pieces could practically be felt rumbling around. He sighed. "Sooner replace us than one of these old machines."

[Angder]

Angder struggled against the straps, he knew what was in that needle, he yelped loudly when frost shoved it into his arm, wincing as she gave it an extra push. He looked over to her. "I... you... How do you..." Angder whimpered, feeling his vision fade slightly. "What... what even are you..." his eyes clouded over, and he fell into a drug induced sleep.

[Cinder42]

"I am an artist, my little canvas!" She wispered exitedly, giving the unconcious worker a quick peck on the forehead before revisiting the cart again. She wagged her tail lazily as she tapped a finger to her chin, making a careful selection. She picked up a saw, tapping it on her paw thoughtfully, testing its wieght. "He's not gonna feel it....." she ran a thumb over the dirty edge. "Doesnt matter anyhow...."

She trotted back over with a little prance and streached his leg out, placing the blade at it's base. "I grew up in a very mice house, mister worker, amd in my house, we didnt fix broken things. We replaced them." She chattered iddly to the konked out patient as she began to saw down. The flesh squished and tore under the rusted blade, blood pooling around on the table. She snorted and splashed some off with her paw, soaking her white fur. "Damn lipped oerating tables.... should replace these....." she grumbled.