Dr.NES - The DOOM Project: The Sapphire of the Sea

Delta team... Let's just fortify in this infirmary, shall we?
 
The Grin:

Please tell me someone is going to figure out what is on the camera? Preferably out of sight of the nutjob? And make sure to upload a copy to corporate. We need an offsite backup in case this party heats up.
 
Ilya:

I have been trying to get to the infirmary to get a battery for some hours now, but there was always a diversion. I will try to make it to the infirmary as soon as possible.
 
Roger: If you can get the camera back to me in the infirmary, I am pretty certain I can get it working and I have a laptop with sat-link that could upload the data. We can secure our little buddy here away from me while I do it.
 
Could someone gather me some blood from one of the hostiles? (one of the confirmed nutters, if possible)
 
(I'd like to keep this one alive and unharmed, if possible :p )
though... if killing it is necessary, than do so... and I'll dissect the body as well as possible.
 
thomas.berubeg said:
(I'd like to keep this one alive and unharmed, if possible :p )
though... if killing it is necessary, than do so... and I'll dissect the body as well as possible.
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"Sorry doc but you don't want is to keep one of the nutters alive. His blood is as good as any. It's even fresh. Blow him to kingdom come, we don't negotiate with these freaks anyway."
 
This is on my lower priority list, so I probably will be quite inactive until I am no longer failing math, but I offer to go retrieve Birch, probably with help. If I need orders, I will still be checking, but if they are minor, could somebody take care of them for me?
 
How is the update progressing?
 
Update VII - Evidence

Date Unknown, Time Unknown.
Unknown Location​

"“Think of the earth as a living organism that is being attacked by billions of bacteria whose numbers double every forty years. Either the host dies, or the virus dies, or both die.”"

A group of individuals huddled below a small embankment in a heavily forested area. The air was humid, the night was dark, and a slight drizzle was falling through the jungle canopy. In the distance, some unseen animal rustled between leaves, squeaking while it foraged.

One of the men, perhaps the leader, spoke into a radio set. "In position, over."

He received a reply. Motioning to the rest of the individuals, he lead them over the small hill into more thick rain forest. The jungle here was undisturbed by human engineering. There were no cities or roads or outposts this far in the wild; it was the perfect place to hide away from prying eyes.

The men came upon a clearing. In that field, they saw several tents and huts scattered in a circular fashion. They each possessed camouflaged nets or blankets held above their roofs to ward away surveillance aircraft.

The men silently observed the camp for a few moments, looking for guards or watchmen. Seeing none, the leader motioned the group to advance. When they arrived within feet of the entranceways, they switched on their flashlights and cleared each room, one by one.

The site was abandoned. In desperation, the leader turned towards the last, unchecked hut. Kicking the door open, he shined his light into the small space, and saw nothing was present.

He turned to his radio. "It's gone, over."

* *

June 24, 2012. 2015 hours.
24 Hours Into The Mission

Doc McCoy advanced towards the possessed passenger, holding a syringe between his fingers. He inspected the needle before turning to the captive in front of him. "I'm going to draw some of your blood. It won't hurt, not much at all. Just hold still."

The man cocked his head while shuffling with the braces restraining him in a chair. "Under no circumstances can you draw my blood."

McCoy sighed. "It's the only option. Hold still."

The man pulled on his restrains again. "No. No."

Doc McCoy advanced towards the man, aiming the needle towards his forearm. "You need to hold still..."

As he stepped forward, however, the man finally broke his tape and cable bonds and began to leap towards Doc, only to be shot in the head by Jim. "Here's your blood sample, Doc," he muttered, holstering his pistol.

* *

June 24, 2012. 2015 hours.
24 Hours Into The Mission

Roger fumbled with the video camera as he analyzed its make and model. "Well, here you have the USB charging mechanism," he said to the others, "but the camera itself is pretty heavily damaged. I'm surprised that it even turned on."

"Can you secure the video inside it?" asked Ilya.

Roger flipped the camera over and slid out a panel in the camera. "We're in luck," he said. He pulled an SD card out of the side of the camera. "This particular model utilizes a twofold system of storing video contents. There's the SD card itself, which can hold a few hours of video. But look at this."

He pointed to the side of the camera. "See this bulky edge? You can't buy this kind of camera at your local electronics store. It's designed to transmit video footage over vast distances through satellite relays. I'm not being facetious when I say you'd give this camera to an expendable individual. I guess the polite way to say it is, you'd use it on a high-risk mission. The transmission is detectable, which would give away the location of the cameraman, but at the same time, if you don't expect the man to get back to base, you'd at least have the footage to make a move otherwise."

He turned to Bill's laptop. Sliding the SD card into the computer's designated slot, he began installing the card's drivers onto the laptop.

Ulysses spoke. "Is it possible that other people were able to see this footage before we can?"

Roger answered, "It's possible and, to be honest, probable."

* *

June 24, 2012. 2017 hours.
24 Hours Into The Mission

"Let's refrain from shooting everyone we see," Doc McCoy muttered as he slid a blood sample from the dead man's arm under a microscope.

Doc Jensen stood nearby. "What are you looking for first?"

"Well," Doc McCoy replied, "abnormalities. Irregularities. That sort of thing."

Doc Jensen smiled. "So, you're not sure what you're looking for."

"Judging by the man's odd actions and language, something has to be up with him. I guess it's a wild shot, but perhaps this could have been an injectable agent that took control of him."

"I would normally say that's a far shot, but at this stage, anything's possible."

"Indeed."

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Doc McCoy coughed. "This is interesting."

He shifted aside and let Doc Jensen see the image. He said, "Look at that. If I hadn't seen the man alive a few moments ago, I'd be willing to bet we were looking at a corpse's blood sample."

Doc McCoy turned towards the dead man before chuckling at his ironic statement. "You know what I mean. Not a recently dead man."

Doc Jensen frowned. "That's bacteria all right. My goodness, I haven't seen blood this infected in a living sample. It's teeming with bacteria." He paused and raised an eyebrow before correcting himself. "Dead bacteria, that is. All these bacteria are dead. There are literally thousands of bacteria corpses."

Doc McCoy examined the blood again. "Indeed."

Sarge spoke over the radio. "Is this a form of biological warfare?"

Doc Jensen shook his head. "See, this isn't a single strain of bacteria. There are dozens of different bacteria in this blood, including saprobic bacteria."

Sarge replied, "Plain English, Doc."

"Bacteria that infect dead flesh. They decompose dead flesh."

Doc McCoy interjected. "Look at this," he said as he motioned towards the sample. "I've never seen this strain of bacteria before."

Doc Jensen viewed the sample for a few seconds before stating, "It's probably dead tissue from another bacteria. I don't see any other specimens like this one."

Doc McCoy clicked his tongue. "No, I don't think so. Look, you have the...nucleus, I'll call it...stationed near the end of the cell here. Right next to a flagellum. In fact, you got most of the vitals of the cell in the rear of the cell, opposite the front end, which...seems to have a thickened cell wall."

"What are you saying?" Sarge asked.

Doc McCoy sighed. "I'd say this is the bacterial equivalent of a battering ram."

* *

June 24, 2012. 2018 hours.
24 Hours Into The Mission

Bill switched his laptop's video software to full screen and played the only video file on the SD card.

Cautiously and hesitantly, the camera's wielder crept down the deck's hallway, checking each door and corner as he went. The entire deck was quiet at this hour; even the late-night gamblers and party-goers had returned to their rooms before this time.

The desolate nature of the deck, plus the events of the previous day, cast an eerie aura upon the once-jubilant cruise ship. The cameraman hesitated twice, freezing in place as he walked; the camera bopped around wildly as he filmed. The cameraman strolled quickly down the hallway, stopping near the end of the deck.

He approached a nearby door, huddling in place for a few seconds before reaching his hand out to test the doorknob. The camera bounced in his hands awkwardly as he did so, filming the view like an ultra realistic video game. The door was locked.

He stood in place for almost half a minute, hesitating; however, then, he turned, having heard, around the corner, a rustling noise; the noise was loud enough that the camera also recorded the sound.

He paused for several seconds at the corner, before peering around it; he held the camera out to record as he did so.

The view revealed an abnormally large individual, holding a woman in his large hands by her shoulders several feet above the ground. He held her face near his, like an abnormal scene of love making, though the woman seemed to resist weakly as the man held her.

The cameraman nearly dropped the camera as he backpedaled, turning the corner again.

He fumbled for something in his pocket, and the camera caught sight of a sidearm being held by the man in his right hand. He hesitated again for several seconds before turning the corner again.

Both of those people were gone.

He turned back to the door, and jostled with the knob once more. He grew increasing violent with the door, shoving and pulling the doorknob as he desperately sought to enter the room.

From behind him, a heavily accented voice decreed, “Excuse me,”, and the cameraman turned to see this individual. The cameraman tumbled to the floor, with the distinct sound of duck tape being applied to his wrists and mouth.

The camera was dropped, bouncing slightly once before coming to a rest; the device continued to record, before moving once again – grabbed by someone else.
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June 24, 2012. 2018 hours.
24 Hours Into The Mission

Sarge turned to the ship's intricate control systems. "Engineering, can we get full power to the engines?"

Engineering responded, "Affirmative, should be going now."

Jarkko turned to Sarge. "It might already be too late. We need to call for an icebreaker. We're risking damage to the ship; damage that could potentially result in the complete immobilization of the ship, or even a sinking."

Sarge sighed. "We got no response. We have to try." He felt the ship nudge forward as the engines roared to life. He told Jarkko, "Can you check if we're moving?"

Jarkko nodded, and poked his head outside the bridge before reporting, "Sarge, we're not moving. The ice is too thick."
 
Alright guys, not much movement has occurred, so consider yourselves in the same areas as before. Get to work, guys!

Funny story; I stupidly closed the update before saving it yesterday, so I had to redo it. Ah, the wonders of long writing!

Engineering is secured. Birch is still missing. Those are the "unofficial" results of the update.

Feel free to ask for more in depth information about the video or blood sample.
 
Sarge swore as he powered down the engines.

@Team: Well gentlemen.... and ladies, it appears we are stuck here, the ice has us trapped firmly in place and we will need an icebreaker to break us out. I have decided to hold off on calling for assistance as we do not want whatever is happening below decks to make its way to the Icebreakers or other vessels coming to our assistance.

Since it appears we may be stuck for a while, perhaps we should consider checking out the galley sections. See what kind of food is still edible and see about protecting what food is left.

Also I propose that since we are immobile, we abandon Engineering and regroup the entire team, evacuating the makeshift infirmary and bridge as well, and do a systematic search of every room on this ship. Though we can also stay where we are and simply defend as they come, sending teams to reinforce others when necessary. We have plenty of ammunition, courtesy of our hosts.
 
"I have to object, Sarge. A systematic search of all the rooms of the ship is a frankly ridiculous idea. It would require hours and hours of concentrated work, possibly include encountering hundreds of hostiles, and has little to no practical value. It would leave us in a weaker position than barricading a room, and we would expend lots of energy - we might not want to do that considering the situation; We have no idea how much food or heat we have left on board and I'm sad to say it might be an issue if we can't get the boat moving right away.

Also, any ideas on how we get this thing moving?"
 
Nevermind.

@Sarge: If we use a tow cable, and unless these creatures can swim in this kind of water and then crawl up the side of the ship, they wouldn't be able to infest the ice breaker. And also remember that we are fighting in a strict schedule here.

Delta team will move up deck right now. We are going to push our boats and life rafts overboard so that none of 'them' can use it to escape once we break through the ice. Nobody gets out of this ship alive except us.
 
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