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Michael Erickson	Swallowed up by the cavern of steel and concrete and superconducting fiber and whatever else that makes up this sort of ultrasecure facility, it's...lunchtime. And so, dressed in black combat fatigues and plate carrier due to /things going on elsewhere/, the man who calls himself Michael Erickson is sitting there having himself a stack of diagonally sliced sandwich, as if perhaps he were some deranged Dagwood. There are /four/ of them in his lap, very thick with meat and fixings, sliced in two and stacked neatly on a large square of unfolded waxed paper.     He munches on one half right now, watching people as they pass in and out through the Triskelion's doors. A security guard, perhaps, from the sight of him. He doesn't carry a firearm. Just the body armor, the pouches around his waist on the web belt. Casual. Shooty man on holiday. And hungry, too.
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	At the best of times Nadia Pym-Van Dyne is a very busy girl. She is an active member of the Titans roster, often assists the Avengers of which both of her parents are members, runs her own super science think tank G.I.R.L., and even consults for S.H.I.E.L.D. The latter of late has not been as frequent though with all of the other projects, and often her father gets called before she does just because he is an adult and she is still seventeen. However! Recent events have conspired to once again bring her to the Triskelion, where she needs to give a report on the recent A.I.M. attack on G.I.R.L.'s expo to her sometimes mentor Commander Morse. Walking through the doors, Nadia is easily recognizable both because she is wearing her Waspette armor and because she has the helmet off revealing her face. Something about adults taking her more seriously when she wears her superhero armor. Though the svelte black armor with red accents doesn't actually look that different from some of the body suits S.H.I.E.L.D. covert ops wear, save for the hand Janet van Dyne obviously had in the fashion stylings. A consultant's lariat for the Science Division also hangs from her waist. As she approaches the first security checkpoint Nadia is all smiles, a bright and cheery individual through and through. "Hi, hello! I'm here to see Dr. Bobbi Morse! The Lady Science Adventurer! I think you call her Commander." She grins at the poor agent who probably wishes they had more coffee to have the energy for this.
Michael Erickson	Busy girl, aye - and very obvious. Michael sits for a moment still on the bench he'd colonized for lunch purposes, watching the young woman go striding across the way to hit up the security checkpoint for only a few heartbeats longer begfore wrapping up the bundle of sandwiches and shoving them into the bag resting on the bench beside him. He, too, has a Consultant's badge around his neck, which he untucks now from under his plate carrier to let it hang on the way toward the armored genius.     "Excuse me. Miss Pym-van Dyne?" Polite and pleasant, Erickson's baritone voice booms across the distance between them as he makes his aproach. "Can I talk to you?" And who IS this tall fellow in the SWAT-ty togs with a bag full of sandwiches slung on his shoulder? The guest pass for consultants around his neck? SHIELD hosts the strangest sorts...
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia stands waiting for them to scan through her badge and authorize it to open only the doors she's supposed to be allowed to open, humming to herself. It takes her a moment to register when her name is called. A year ago she didn't have surnames, or citizenship, or officially exist for that matter, and she is still getting used to being addressed that way.     "Oh, hello.." The effervescent Waspette turns to face the person addressing her, eyes first going up and then searching downward until she finds what she's looking for on the Consultant badge around his neck "...Michael! Hello Michael! I'm Nadia!" She is certainly friendly enough. "What do you want to talk about?" Her meeting with Dr. Morse is seemingly forgotten for the moment, the perils of being an easily distractible teenager.
Michael Erickson	"Only to civilians, miss Pym-van Dyne." A moment's passing and he lets himself get badged in as well, nodding to the guard on duty in the way of someone who is really only /techincally/ a consultant now from the sheer volume of familiarity he has with the building and staff. "May I walk with you?"
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia thinks for a moment, but it's really not a big ask. "Sure, okay." She is clearly turning over the whole 'only Michael to civilians' thing in her head, but that is hardly the weirdest thing she has heard within these walls.     "Let's go!" She declares, leading the way, once she has her badge back.
Michael Erickson	And so they go.     He waits a tad for the two of them to clear the checkpoint and enter the secure innards of the clearance 3's and 4's before he offers the young woman a much larger, callused hand. "Cal'hatar of Chandilar, Miss Pym-van Dyne," he offers now, his voice taking on a pronounced, oddly proto-Slavic accent as he does. "Officer, Third Magnitude, Shi'ar Imperial Armed Forces. Formerly, of course." He gives her a brief smile that might just have a sad tinge if you squint. "I'm very pleased to meet you. Your presentation at the G.I.R.L. event was most impressive, most impressive."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	"That doesn't sound anything like Michael." Nadia helpfully informs him as they walk, but perhaps that was the point. "Shi'ar?" She glances this way and that for a moment almost like she is checking who is around as she asks that.     "Didn't you guy invade Earth not that long ago. I seem to remember an invasion getting dealt with by the Justice League. I was busy in Greenland at the time dealing with clones, it's a long story."     And yet possibly being from an invading space empire doesn't seem to be any sort of deal breaker for her, odd girl that she is. "Which one? I did three, though only one was mine mine, the other two were the results of G.I.R.L.'s activities as a while. Until A.I.M. came and tried to steal everything anyway." She makes a face as she describes that. A.I.M. has definitely earned a spot on her not favorite people list.
Michael Erickson	"My people did, in fact, attempt to attack the planet," he agrees with a nod. "But having been here on this planet for a very long time observing Kree activity and other individuals as a deep-cover operative, I found that I had gone, as they say, 'native'. My people don't need me. And they don't need this planet." A gesture to himself. "So here I am."     This is a very roundabout and pleasant way of saying he straight up turned traitor for the benefit of the human race, of course.     At any rate, he follows with hands still tucked behind his back, a bit more comfortable now that the word's out. His language returns to that of the Manhattan native he pretended to be, though. "Well, I'm sure if you need help, I'm happy to provide it. I've a great deal of experience in security and counterespionage. I'm actually working on building a team here, of agents that would be able to extend SHIELD's reach into space where needed." This he /does/ say a touch more quietly in the already empty hall through which they now proceed. "As you're aware, having built one yourself, spacecraft are, for a planet with this one's relatively limited valuable resources, /expensive/. Nevermind trying to buy one in the greater galactic market. While I intend to secure one, getting my people to locations for training and missions without one is a matter that I need to examine. Covert insertion, that sort of thing. I wonder -- these Zeta-Beams are...fascinating. Could you tell me more about them?"
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia nods her head several times as she listens, SHIELD is always so full of interesting people. "Oh! I learned about the Kree from Carol!" She grins. "Though I don't know much about the Shi'ar. Isn't SHIELD in Space what SWORD is? Do you know Carol?" She pauses. "I mean Captain Marvel? She works for SHIELD in space with something called SWORD." When the topic shifts to Zeta beams though she gets more excited, as she is prone to when talking about SCIENCE! "Zeta beams are so cool! Still highly experimental, but they can teleport people between planets! Though you need a quantum entangled sending and receiving station on each end or it gets really dangerous and things can end up wildly off course or sometimes disappear completely. Though bending space around the beams with Pym Particles has shown some limited success so far. They came about almost by accident when my Dad was working on some deep space communications tech and Sardath of Rann was doing similar and the signals got entangled and infused with Rannian radiation and suddenly we were all transported to Alpha Centauri!"
Michael Erickson	"Ahh." He considers that - no scientist, Erickson's mind is nevertheless exceedingly sharp. "Stable, static point-to-point teleportation between quantum anchors, then. Shame that this wasn't /quite/ what I was expecting, but still /extremely/ useful. Is it terribly expensive to set up?" He grins at her now, still keeping pace. "The possibilities are quite interesting, even if only from a perspective of transportation. Different technology from what my people use, but I've found that the teleporters my people use can be...exceedingly tetchy depending on the environment." That's a voice speaking of many, many strange combat drops there. Experience.     "As for the rest, SHIELD is largely espionage, and SWORD is...well, you've met Major Danvers. They are an overt organization. I am creating a team that will be able to be both quiet and forceful when required." He winks. "Subtlety! Who would imagined that of the Shi'ar? At any rate, yes. Is the travel effect permanent? I understand that there was some mention of...radiation wearing off. If it's possible to secure some of this technology, you see, I would like to do so. If only to help in its future development, to say nothing of the strategic and tactical considerations for my team."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	"I mean in /theory/ it might be able to be unidirectional. Though experimentation has not yielded anything stable in that regard yet and you would likely get pulled back once the radiation bled out without transiting to a proper receiver. Or you might wind up with your atoms scattered across space or horribly off course." There are many wild hand gestures as Nadia speaks, the whole thing is highly animated.     Nadia's pace slows slightly as she considers when Michael asks if it possible to get his hands on some of the technology. She has reservations about handing out still experimental tech but that's not the whole story. "It may be, we'd have to make more. Part of what I need to talk to Dr. Morse about is what we're going to do about the fact A.I.M. got away with one of the Zeta Beam emitters that we had. I don't know what they think they can do with it, but I imagine it can't be anything good. We are going to work on constructing more of the devices though."
Michael Erickson	He considers that. "Well, then," Michael replies, offering her his hand. "I volunteer to assist. I am quite capable of covertly inserting myself in facilities and securing technology - I've done that for fifty years. And sabotage what remains. And I'm no stranger to A.I.M.'s nonsense, though our paths have crossed only a few times in the past." He grins, then. "I assure you. We can secure your emitter."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	There is a pause, it's not hesitation, it is Nadia remembering that handshakes are a thing people do. She then thrusts her hand out to shake Michael's in the manner of someone for whom handshakes are still really novel and fun to do. "I can get you in touch with our head of security, She's coordinating things on our end. Well I'm helping her, but she has waaaay more experience." She grins. "Actually you might know her! She works here, Natasha Romanoff." The Black Widow. Nadia continues to smile brightly. "I am happy to have the extra help though, they had a giant robot, SCIENCE! tanks, and even crazy war zeppelins, who even uses zeppelins anymore?! AIM apparently." She shrugs answering her own question, like what can you even do with people like that.
Michael Erickson	He chuckles very faintly. "I know well those who came before her," Michael replies with a nod. Hs skin is /extremely/ warm as he shakes her hand, briefly and respectfully before Michael draws away. "It is a good match, as she and I have had similar training." Alien Widows? Perhaps not, but the Red Room is hardly a singular creation in the universe. Doubt he looks nearly so good in lycra and leather, though. "Well. Let us see to the recovery of your hardware first, Miss Pym-van Dyne, and then we might continue to discuss the technology." He reaches into a thigh pocket and produces...a business card. A private individual still, it would appear. "Please, feel free to telephone, and I will be pleased to help." That said, he gestures down the hll. "After you. And of course, if I might be of service in teaching you and yours more about the greater galaxy you might not know, you may also call upon me."
Nadia Pym-van Dyne	Nadia accepts the card with a bright smile, "Thank you I will! Nice meeting you Mich..Calatar!" She isn't the best with names, but she is earnest enough. She gives one last friendly wave before trotting off down the hall towards the area of the building that holds Bobbi's office.