3517/Close Encounters of the Stabby Kind

Close Encounters of the Stabby Kind
Date of Scene:	23 September 2020
Location:	R and D Labs: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Carol brings Fitz a very stabby present with a nice Russian Escort
Cast of Characters:	Carol Danvers, Leopold Fitz, Mikhail Uriokovitch

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Carol Danvers has posed:
Any other work site there would be a whole lot of panic going on, maybe some alarms, someone would call the cops, maybe even OSHA ... because this is definitely not safe.

Carol touches down on one of the roof landing pads and walks to one of the elevators waiting for it to open. Honestly everyone gets the hell out of her way and gives her very wide berth. Also no one tries to ride the elevator with her.

By the time she hits the lower levels and exits the elevator she does pick up a couple of heavily armored and armed SHIELD Agents a an escort, while most other people steer the hell clear on her walk to the R&D Lab.

Somehow her expression is particularily unpreturbed by the whole fiasco.

When they finally get to the R&D Lab she manages to step her way inside, turning a bit so her right arm is nowhere near the edges of the door. Which means the thing she has a death grip on is the last thing seen by the science team. "Fitz... I come bearing presents, got an 0-8-4 for you." is said loudly to the labs because honestly she assumes he will be here. "Ironically I probably should have just called for you to meet on the roof..." she idly considers "will need containment for it..."

The thing is, there is this thrashing robotic looking monstrousity in Carol's right hand. It looks like all blades and whippy death tail (also sharp much like the limbs really, so many many limbs).

Where did she find that spider stabby monstrousity.

Also it is trying in vain to stab her much.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
Look, Fitz is not in the lab every hour of every day. He spends at least four hours of every day either at the mess getting something to eat or back in his room getting the bare minimum of sleep that a human being can probably continue to function on. Really, it's the time spent walking back and forth between the cafeteria and his quarters that he laments. He put in a request to have a vending machine installed in the lab and a cot set up in some quiet corner. Petition denied. Bureaucrats are the same in any organization! Always oppressing the science-types with their rules and regulations and human-like concerns about someone functionally turning themself into the human equivilent of a gerbil.

So yes, long story short, Fitz is indeed present, huddled over a ocmputer terminal at the far end of the lab, eyes focused on the screen in front of him as he rapidly runs through a number of different simulations. What kind of simulations? That's harder to tell. While he might be an engineer at heart every once in awhile he wanders off into much more convoluted and less practical inquiries.

Still, he is not so distracted that he tunes Carol out entirely and the 0-8-4 is certainly enough to grab his attention, glancing back over his shoulder towards the little ruckus disturbing the quiet efficiency of his lab. Rubbing his eyes a little -- it's possible that he hasn't blinked in the past hour, staring at the monitor in front of him -- he slowly rises to his feet. "Interesting. Very interesting Agent Danvers," he comments, staying far enough back from the bladed robotic monstrocity.

He should probably look horrified.

Instead he looks like he might have as a kid on Christmas morning.

Science nerds.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail is among those assigned to walk with Carol to the Research and Development labs. The large Russian is very good at a few things: drinking, looking scary, and protecting. Unfortunately, he can only do two of those right now. He is concerned about the robot. Regular day, but at least it could be worse? In theory?

The large man keeps his distance from the robot, but has his sidearm ready in case to deal with it if needed, but Carol is taking point on this one. Mik looks to Leopold, curious to see what he has to say about the robot.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Even though SHIELD does not actually worry too much about OSHA, there are definitely bureaucratic constraints. If Captain Marvel was in charge she would have totally approved a vending machine for the lab. Though maybe not the cot to be honest. That just gets strange. Though as far as Carol can tell the reason the most senior people have couches in offices is for long nights and disaster war room scenarios. Also they have their quarters in the building. Why do they even need ermergency couches.

Regardless.

Also that is a eighty five percent chance easy of catching Fitz, Carol feels good about making this assumption really.

"I thought you would like it.... I'm not entirely sure if it is terrestrial or extra to be honest. I was checking a deeper sea wreck of one of the Warzoon cruisers to make sure it was brought to the surface for a recovery team and this thing was inside it.... could be some nefarious attempt to loot it for critical hardware... or it could be from the Warzoon ship." she considers it. "Not in my database for alien hardware but honestly that doesn't mean a lot.. space it big."

She watches it thoughtfully as it tries valiently to stab the sharp pokey arms.. legs.. things into her eye while she studies it.

She smiles to Mikhail now that she has slowed down enough to see who was trailing her. Not just armored SHIELD agents but one of the more rugged and capable ones. Good call.

"Thoughts Fitz?" aka what should I do with the death kabob.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
His is not to question the higher-ups. His is to do and mutter under his breath about them. In that sense SHIELD isn't really all that different from any other huge, sprawling organization really. Just with some really cool tech. And superheroes. And occasional end of the world crises to deal with. But otherwise totally the same thing.

"You thought right," Fitz replies absently, slowly circling the bladed monstrocity firmly gripped in her hand though staying back out of it's reach. He's intrigued and interested -- not careless or suicidal. All those stabby bits might not bother Captain Marvel any, but he would be quite a different matter. He likes his internal organs right where they are, thank you very much.

As she offers up her assessment he gives a slow nod -- that really could mean almost anything, but probably that he agrees with her. More or less. "Hard to say on first glance," he conceeds thoughtfully. "I mean, if this actually Earth-based tech someone has way to big a fascination with slashing and stabbing and poking. But you could be right. It looks like it could carve a hole in just about any sort of hull so it would be perfect for breaching a target. I'm not sure how it good it would be at the retrieval part of the mission though," he notes. It seems a little... agreessive. Then again, maybe it just doesn't like them.

"I'll have a better idea once we do a few scans, see if the metallurgy is like anything produced on this planet. If not, it's probably extraterrestial," he agrees, turning towards the heavily secured door across the room. "MMmmm, if you can get it in there? And maybe stick around for a few. I mean, that room is about is secure as it gets, but if this thing was designed to cut through alien hulls..." he says, holding up a hand and giving it a little waggle.

He wouldn't want to bet on the chamber keeping it contained. Certainly not with his life.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail is intrigued to see the robot try to shank Carol, which is a futile effort, it appears. He returns the smile with a nod. "So robot is problem, just not certain what variety?" the Russian inquires. He is not known for smiling, but Mik is definitely intrigued what is going on, though admittedly he is not of the usual science-y type; however, killer robots are always interesting. Anyone who says anything to the contrary is a liar.

"So could we replicate it's abilities or technology?" Mikhail asks as the ability to cut through hulls is noted. "So it is threat, but also opportunity?" Mikhail relaxes his posture as the other two seem to have the robot controlled, but he is paying close attention.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"Yeah Agent Uriokovitch... the Robot is problem just not sure how big a problem and what kind pf problem. Like is this an adversary problem. A new problem. One we know about...." there is a grin at that point. "Also yes. Definitely an opportunity. I mean some of the 0-8-4s I bring in we shelf and pretend they never exist. Tech like this though seems like an opportunity. Maybe we can make a breaththrough with robotic repair drones of something... who knows."

Also honestly what is anyone to do but do what they are ordered to, and mutter under their breath out of range of those like May or Hill. As for Fury, well he knows what Carol says.

"Yeah... I mean the ship was damaged enough that it didn't need to cut it's way in which is why I am unsure if it is a local or a visitor in this case. It also definitely is very sharp and packs a punch though." not that she is acting like it when it keeps stabbing her arm like that. "So I figured best to not put it in a crate on the salvage ship and bring it here for some further analysis."

She will walk across the lab to the secure room, and the door. If it opens or is opened by a tech she will step inside continuing the conversation over comms <<On the bright side though it didn't blow up when captured or when it likely realized it can't stab me and make me let go.... so I think we have about a ninety percent chance it is just determined and doesn't have a remote or onboard self destruct. At least not one associated with being held captive. No promises on dismantling it though.>>

Pause.

<<Which is also why I didn't want to damage it before you got some scans in.>> she stands still in the room holding the death bot.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
Isn't that considerate? She brought the killer robot all the way back here in one place just for him. No doubt Agent Fitz is entirely grateful. Just in that incredibly distracted and wrapped up with this new toy in front of him. There's probably at least a fifty percent chance he will remember to applaude her for making the effort. Maybe forty percent. He's a genius. His social skills could still use a little work. They would take up valuable brain real estate that is otherwise and completely devoted to SCIENCE.

As Captain Marvel approaches the door Fitz does press a key on a nearby console, the heave, reinforced vault-like door sliding aisde to give her access. And then slides shut right behind her, sealing with a soft hiss as the room is pressurized. There's no viewing glass into this one, just pure reinforced walls -- just about the strongest that SHIELD has to offer. At least so far as Fitz is aware. This is a need to know sort of organization after all. Instead a bank of monitors springs to life nearby, her voice coming through from the embedded speaker there.

"No self destruct perhaps. That's interesting. Either whoever sent it was not concerned with it being captured, or felt it could not be captured. Or it was not deemed important enough to try and keep out of outsider hands," he muses back through the comm thoughtfully. "This might get a little bright," he warns. Not that it's likely to bother her. She does flyby's of suns afterall.

Inside the scanning vault the ambient level of light does seem to rapidly increase, a bank of monitors of just about every variety spooling up, beginning to gather information as pinpoint lasers direct the inquiry, criss-crossing the robot's form for at least a minute. "Okay... data's coming in now..." Fitz says, the verdict incoming.

"Terran," he says, with maybe just a hint of disappointment. "Cutting edge. There might be some alien influences. Might have helped shape the construction process but the materials are all terrestial in nature. Raises the question though of who could and would have made it though. And what it's purpose it is. Besides dulling its blades trying to stab you," he notes drily.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Da," Mik says, "Definite different flavors of problem. But that is life, buffet of problems." He nods sharply and continues, "How many more were there?" The man inquires. It is not the worst thing at the moment, but yeah, something is not right. "But good it will not go boom," he notes, matter-of-factly."

When Fitz mentions that it is from Earth, Mik raises a brow, "Then who made it? If they have alien tech, it creates new set of problem. How would they know or who do they know?" His tone shifts from business to concern.

Carol Danvers has posed:
The light does not bother Carol, though this is an excellent scanning opportunity for Fitz to see Carol again in real time absorbing all the energy and scanning waves hitting her like a little energy eating black hole.

It doesn't prevent the object in her hand of being scannned though. Not one bit.

"Ah that is disappointing. I'll have to bring you home an alien toy next time I'm off world to make up for it Fitz." then considers "Well it was at a depth that we didn't want to risk a submarine and was armed for cutting into an alien craft I guess if it is Terran. I suppose they could be reasonably sure no one was going to pluck it up and take it home.. which is lucky for us and unlucky for them."

She mmms "Well whomever made it Mikhail wants alien technology, that we probably don't want them to have. They are also way to fascinated with making their robots sharp and stabby. We probably should find out which of the usual or unusual suspects is trying to scoop up alien technology with killer robots and why." she glances at the thing still struggling in her hand. "Also how smart it is and all of that."

Leopold Fitz has posed:
"Possible alien technology," Fitz quickly reminds Mikhail, every concerned with the details. It tends to be a pretty big concern in his line of work. "The metallury is all terrestrial. Nothing off the periodic table here. But the craftsmanship, the design, just how finely honed those blades have to be to slice through alient composites? That's all cutting edge. Maybe beyond current tech. So there may be some access to alien crafting tools, or at least theory," he offers up in clarification. Details are important. Even small onces.

Okay, Fitz wouldn't have asked Captain Marvel to get into the chamber just for the chance to take some readings of her energy absorbtion rates. But since she was in there anyway it would have been a travesty not to gather a little data, right? These sorts of opportunities don't come along everyday afterall. And it's just for curiousity's sake afterall. The pursuit of SCIENCE. What could be more noble?

"I appreciate it," Fitz says, turning back to the comm and actually cracking a smile -- or at least half of one -- at the promise of future alien goodies to play with. "And it is definitely concerning. I mean, I'm sure you can get access to see if any other agencies out there have been running this kind of Op. But I can't see it. This kind of tech? This off grid? It definitely suggests an outside player," he muses, straying a little from his particular area of expertise and quickly interjecting. "Or so I'd guess," he admits. "Definitely worth looking into, all the usual suspects," he says with a little nod.

"Oh, you can get out of there whenever you want by the way," Fitz adds. "The containment unit should hold it I believe, at least with a little magnetic reinforcing. And I've primed the mini-EMP just in case I'm wrong," Fitz adds. But he's rarely wrong, at least on these sorts of things.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"That does not narrow it down much," Mikhail notes, "Every power wants alien technology. They wanted it back home when I previously worked for them," meaning the USSR. He does laugh a little. He may not have idiomatic knowledge of English, but even a good pun like 'cutting edge' doesn't get past him, "Good joke, Fitz," he nods in approval. Mikhail ponders a little more. "But at least we have some answers, da?" The mention of containing it gives the Russian hope for the time being.

Carol Danvers has posed:
"I think if one of the official Agencies were running that kind of Operation we wouldn't have been sent to the same site with the actual ability to get to the crashed cruiser..." it is just musing as she is scanned and studies along with her new little stabby friend.

"Ah great." about being able to get out of the containment unit now. "I'll stick around too see if you are wrong and it is shielded from EMP just in case for a bit..." amusement. Still she walks back to the door and waits for Fitz to cycle it before peeling the stabby little bugger off her hand and tossing it to the other side of the containment unit with just enough force to distance her from it and get out before the door closes trapping it inside. All without smashing it to bits.

"I'll file a report and see if anyone else is running into technology scrappers.. will need to nip this in the bud." she looks to Mikhail "Thank you for the escort.. and yeah we have answers. Fitz can you let me know what you dig up on this as you dig into it?"

Leopold Fitz has posed:
As the door to the secured rchamber opens restraining clamps emerge from the wall, shooting out to grapple the whirling mass of blades. It's doubtful they'll have as easy a time of it as Captain Marvel, but they don't have to hold it long. Just long enough for to exit. Once again that heavy door slides shut with a hiss after she does so and the now battered restaints retract once more.

Fitz's never takes his eyes off the monitors, eyes flickering over all the data that continues to pour out onto his console -- more metalurgy scans, power signatures, mathematical models about it's motions, predictaive algorhythms. You name it, chances are he has it going. "'Course. Thanks for looping me in on this one Agent Danvers. And I thought it would going to be a boring day," he says, already lost in SCIENCE mode. No doubt he'll come up for air eventually. In twelve or thirteen hours maybe. A couple of days at the outside.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Maybe it is foreign state wanting to avoid detection?" Mikhail asks. He nods to Carol, "It is job, today job involves killer robot, job is not boring." He snorts in amusement and observes as the machine is dealt with. "Be careful with that, it will probably continue to be problem, knowing how luck goes."