((Logged 2/25/01))

Solaris, Infirmary 
It is an inevitable fact of warfare that, when one has soldiers and one sends these soldiers out to do battle, 
these soldiers will most likely suffer a varying degree of injuries. In fact, this seems to be quite the trend 
with Solarian soldiers these days. This infirmary does not fall short to this fact either, as it stands in a rather 
vast display of tools to fix this little tendancy. Lined in counters, beds more resembling cots, and rather 
huge, impressive, and softly beeping machines, this area seems to have everything it could possibly ever 
need to treat the aches and pains of the Solarian troops. One can exit this room off through the doorway 
upon the <e>ast wall. 
Contents: 
Kale
Joseph 
Casske 

Casske rolls over slowly in his cot once again, a low groan emerging as he wakes up. He looks down at 
himself once more. He has bandages across his midriff, one wrapped around his forehead, and one 
wrapping around his left arm. Aside from that, the advanced treatment methods of Solaris had patched him 
up quite nicely. 

Joseph 's voice is heard outside the door. "So, let's go over it one more time, so I'm sure I know what 
happened-- I asked Ikken to excort you back here, and instead he took you to the middle of a busy street 
and flew off?" A sigh is heard. "I'd forgotten what a jerk he can be." 

Kale opens the door, and walks in, silently. He glares out the door at Joseph, and nods to Casske. 

Casske rolls over to the edge of the bed, and sets his feet on the floor. He slowly rises, stretching out his 
right arm a bit. "Kale, Joseph... what's all this clamor I was hearing outside? Something about Ikken?" He 
sits back down, afraid his legs may give out. 

Joseph shrugs. "Ah, he wouldn't do me a favor." He puts a box of chocolates on the end table, and on top of 
that places a bag of cheeze doodles. "Brought you some junk-food, I know how you feel about the local 
specalties." 

Kale continues glaring. "Casske...if a guy ~forgot~ to tell you that the uncle who was going to help you 
around Solarias was Ikken, would you disembowl and eat him, or throw him off? 

Casske blinks a bit. "Ah, well... I wouldn't eat him. I'm down on cannibalism. I'd probably throw him off. 
Why?" 

Joseph rolls his eyes up. "Kale's just a bit annoyed he almost got run over by a truck." He pulls out a few 
papers and a slip of plastic and hands them over to Casske. "Welcome to Solaris, Casske Hisatsu! Try to to 
break anything." 
Kale sighs. "You could've TOLD me, Joseph." 

Casske blinks. "Casske Hisatsu? You... aren't -serious-..." A look of irritation appears on Casske's face. 
"Are you trying to pass me off as Ikken's relative!?" 

Joseph pats Casske on the shoulder. "I told you you were going to be my cousin, didn't I?" he says, a 
disgustingly wide grin on his face. 

Duran has connected. 

Kale debates braining Joseph with an IV stand. 

Casske 's eyes go blank. "But... but... I have enough of a difficult family situation as it is. Wait, you're 
related to Ikken? This is too complicated..." Casske puts his hand to his head, rubbing his temples gently. 

Joseph shrugs. "Hey, excuse me for not talking about the more unsavory branches of my family tree. I think 
now would be a good time to remind you that you didn't tell me about your father untill after he had 
destroyed my bar!"\ 

Kale glares at Joseph again. "You're lucky you never met my father. Would've eaten you...Then again, near 
the end, dad was a good twenty feet long." 

Joseph grins and pats Kale on the shoulder. "And this is why we don't talk about our families in the 
military, uncle." 

Duran grunts slowly as he wakes up and sits up. Again. He rubs his arm and shoulder, glancing at each of 
the Gebler. "We're all here again, huh?" 

Casske nods slowly. "And apparently Kale is related to me. And Ikken. And... wait, what -is- my relation to 
Kale and Ikken? I'm still confused about the point of all this. I'm a lieutenant, do I really need a cover 
story?" 

Kale shrugs. "I suppose you're right, Joseph." 

Joseph nods narcissically. "Of course I am, Kale. And you both need identification because you're both 
(you'll excuse the term,) lambs." He says the last word as if it was something sticky on the end of his 
fingers. "You wouldn't get good treatment without it." 

Duran , still drowsy, blinks. "Eh...you guys talking about something important? Something I should stay 
awake for?" He yawns and scratches his (dirty) armpit. "Otherwise, I need to get some food." 

Casske sighs. "Not even for military service? How discouraging. I take it I'm always gonna be low on the 
Solaris ladder... aw well." He turns to Duran. "Just forging ID." He glance back to Joseph. "So, who -am- I 
in relation to Kale and Ikken? I need some background info. And a promise that Ikken won't creep me out 
too much." 

Kale glances over at Casske. "...No too bad a relative, I guess." 

Joseph strokes his chin thoughtfully. ""Well, let's see-- Kale is my Uncle, and Ikken's brother, Casske is my 
cousin, Ikken's nephew, you oth got your surnames from my grandmother, and Duran there is a prisoner of 
war, and as such unallowed to leave the room." 

Duran looks up just as he retrieves a hob-gob steak out of his pocket. "I'm a P.O.W? When did this come 
about?" He looks grimly at his stained and torn clothes, and shrugs. "I look the part, sure, but when was I 
reported as a prisoner?" 

Casske laughs furiously. "Aw, come on! He's one of us too. Surely we could let him explore, even if on a 
rather low class basis..." He stops and thinks for a second. "Wait... so I'm your cousin, and Ikken's my 
uncle... Kale's my dad, I take it? Wait, so you're Ikken's son? Creepy." Casske pulls a small candy out of his 
jacket pocket and pops it into his mouth. "Mints, anyone?" 

Kale laughs. "Heh...I think I'd make a better father then Makkani any day." 

Joseph blanchs as he pictues being raised by Ikken. An image of himself sitting on Ikken's knee at age four 
floats to the surface of his mind. 'A is for Abomination,' Ikken is saying. 'B is for Blasphamy. C is for 
Carnage.' invoulentarilly, Joseph shudders. "No. My father's name is Robert, thank you very much." 

Duran chews thoughtfully on the steak. "Anyone know?" he asks the three Gebler. "Why I'm a POW, all of 
the sudden?" He swallows a hunk of hob-gob, and licks his chops hungrily. 

Casske chuckles. "I was only kidding. If Ikken were your dad, you'd be much creepier than you are... and as 
for you, Kale... maybe so. I even have a small demi human aspect, see?" Casske pulls his mouth back, 
revealing his far back wolf teeth. He quickly closes his mouth, realizing he's in Solaris, and doesn't want an 
operation to get poisoned fangs just now. "Sorry Duran, no idea." 

Kale grins. "Suppose so." Kale glances at Duran. "You're too ~normal~ to be related to Ikken." 

Joseph glares at Ikken and Casske. "Thanks," he says sarcastically, "I'm touched. Really." He shakes his 
head, and grins appologetically at Duran. "Well, it's like this: I don't have any fake ID for you, and there's 
no way they'd let me take a lamb private up to Solaris, so you've committed the crime of burning down a 
barracks and are here for punishment." He shrugs. "We're gonna purge your memory of the event." 

Duran gulps, both from a bite of hob-gob and fear. "I guess I'm capable of that..." He shakes his head and 
continues to chew on hob-gob. "No chains or anything, though, right?" 

Casske chuckles. "I'm sorry, just joking. Anyhow, I must say I don't relish the thought of being Ikken's 
nephew, but... hard luck. Wait, are you actually gonna brainwash Duran?" 

Kale glances at Duran and grins. "Brainwashing duran? Won't have to use much water." 

Joseph nickers. "Am I gonna brainwash... just watch." He walks over to Duran's bed, locks eyes with him, 
and claps his hands sharply together three times. "Duran- do you remember burning down the barracks?" 

Duran goes into a trance, and blinks. "Yes-I-did. With-your-Gear,-Colonel." 

Joseph pumps a fist into the air a few times. "Yes! Damn, I'm good!" 

Casske chuckles softly. "Nice one." He stands slowly. "So, Joseph, think you can tell me... where are the 
hotspots to visit here in Solaris?" 

Kale thinks a moment. "And do we really want to vistit them? 

Joseph shrugs. "Well, where you two and your abominable accents would be accepted, I can think of a few 
bars, and a couple of arcades, or I could go get a few movies and set up a wide-screan television in here." 

Duran cheers for the wide-screen television. "Yeah! Take pity on the unhealed Gebler!" he cheers. He sits 
up and begins stretching langurously, wincing as bones crack. 

Casske laughs. "Hmm. I've been practicing from the book of yours..." Casske speaks some slightly 
fractured, basic Solarian to Joseph. 

Kale responds in Solarian that is possibly a BIT better...but with a horrible, horrible kislevi accent. 

Joseph burys his face in his hands. It's terrible to hear something so wonderful corrupted so utterly. 

A nurse walks in the door. "Dinner, gentlemen- ah, you have a visitor?" 

Duran holds up his hand. "I would like the hob-gob steak, gravy, and a glass of pic...err, juice please!" He 
rubs his stomach with anticipation. 

Casske continues trying to speak Solarian. 'How is this? I need a book of military words.' He says. He then 
notices the nurse, and sits back, waiting his turn. 

Kale glances up, and says in badly accented solarian. "Do you have any water/waterlike/aqeous substances? 
I apologize for the bad Solarian/Nobel Language/talk. Too long on the surface/crapheap/dirt. 

Joseph whimpers, and colapses in a chair. 

The nurse looks at Joseph uncertainly. "Oh, dear. Well, dinner tonight is Soylent pot pie, with green jello 
for desert, and some oddly colored pills the doctor prescribed." 

Duran winces, unconsciously. "Oh, well...uh, the doc said I could go off the pills. And the soylent, he said 
the salt would give me high blood pressure. He said hob-gob steak or any meat made of a tasty animal is 
perfectly fine." 

The nurse sighs. "The doctor also said you tried to get Mr. Hisatsu to eat him. Take your pills." 

Casske chuckles in a rather strained manner. "Ah, hah, I'll pass on the Soylent pie, thanks. I have -more- 
than enough mints in my pocket! But, if by any chance you have any seafood, that'd be -marvelous-..." 

Kale brightens up. "Can I have his pie, then? I do have rather intense dietary requirements/hungers." 
Getting better. 

With a suprising burst of speed, Joseph appears beside the nurse. "I'll take Casske's," he says quickly. "He's 
a fifth generation raoist- he can't eat anything that casts a shadow. He'll have the jello, though."  The nurse 
shrugs, and passes out the meals. She double-checks everyone's IV taps and turns and walks away. "I'll get 
you another pie, Mr. Kale Hisatsu." She leaves. 

Duran grabs the tray and chows down on the pot pie. "Mmm." He chews thoughtfully on the pie as he 
watches everyone else munch. "How about that juice?" he calls after the nurse. 

Casske 's eyes dart around the room. "Er...? What is in this jello?" He looks to Joseph. Then Duran. Then 
Kale. "Umm... well... those pies certianly are popular... the jello may be made from roadkill, but it's still 
good." Casske munches on some of it, thinking... 'It's not that bad... relax... they're only eating corpses...' 

Kale shrugs, and eats the pie. He eats most things that leave shadows. "mmm...this is good." 

Joseph digs into his pie with a vigor umatched this side of a pig-sty. He's home, all right- you can't get food 
like this on the surface without knowing people like Antonio and Tony the Snake. 

Duran chews the last of the pie and starts in on the jello. Ignoring the pills, he shovels in the transluscent 
snack-of-the-century with a gusto. "Hey Casske...what were you saying? We're eating horses?" he asks 
with his mouth full of green jello. 

Casske thinks. "Well, jello also often contains euthanized cats and dogs... and those pies are mostly made 
up of roadkill as well." Casske sighs. "I'm gonna be a damned vegetarian by the time I leave Solaris..." 

Kale shakes his head, then looks to make sure noones around. "Nope. Made of people." 

Joseph shrugs. "Hey, they're dead. I don't hear them complaining." He wipes a bit of frank off of his chin 
and licks his finger. 

Duran has already gulped down the jello when he hears the explanations. "I've done worse," he grins, 
chuckles with Joseph, and looks disdainfully at his pills. He lifts up his mattress and places the pills under 
it. 

Casske eyes widen, a rather insane look on his face. "I don't @%$#in' believe this! Does -everybody- want 
me to eat corpses!? HUH!?" 

Kale shakes his head. "It's up to you. I, however, find it easier to do it from soylent, then to hunt someone 
down and cook their body myself. 

Joseph sighs, and puts his pie tin down. "Tell you what, Casske, you think of two reasons not to eat 
Soylent, and we'll drop it."

Duran grabs Casske's pie while he's distracted and begins gulping down the pot pie. 

Casske thinks. This is his big chance. "Reason number one... the odds of contracting illness through eating 
ones own species is very high, especially considering humans are the highest medicated species in 
existance. Two... if you do use Soylent, you should advertise it as human. Otherwise, you ethically deceive 
people. And considering how many people unknowingly eat this stuff, it could be argued it's already 
resulted in an ethical travesty." 

Kale shrugs. "I've always known what it was." Kale finishes his pie. "Besides, Casske. Some of us have 
reasons for eating it." 

Joseph rolls his eyes up and sighs tiredly. "One, the Solarian medical technology is stupidly advanced, and 
two, that's a statement of the socio-economic status of Solaris, with is A) none of your buisness, and B) not 
a reason not to eat the food." He picks up the tin and skims it accross the room. "Hey, Duran, Catch!" 

Duran creates a ball of Chi Energy and sends it at the tin, reversing its trajectory path, straight back at 
Joseph. "Frisbee! Who wants in!?" he yells. 

Casske blinks as the pie goes toward Joseph. He reaches out and grabs the tin quickly, and begins eating the 
pie ravenously, having not ate since his fight with Schultz. "Fine," he mumbles with his mouth full, "Damn 
you all." He continues wolfing down the pie. Corpsalicious! 

The nurse returns with another four soylent pot pies. "I thought you might still be hungry, boys!" he says 
cheerfully. 

Kale happily eats his second pie. "So, Joseph. They have any good movies out?" Kale glances over to 
Duran, and pokes him with his tail. "Darn. Out cold." 

Joseph stops to think for a second. "Well, there's the legend of Ryogandia. It's about a young man with the 
strenght of a giant, but the directional sense of a drunken stoat, and his adventures in school." 

Casske nods his head a bit. "Sounds interesting. I know some good stories about the legendary gear 
Legunatas..." He winces a bit as his stomach makes an odd sound. "Time to find out if my system is 
compatable with that pie."
 
Kale gives Casske a glass of water. "That one sounds good. I know an old Dragon-Tribe legand if it gets 
really boring. What else do they have up here, Joseph?" 

Joseph shrugs. "There are a few things. Hold on a second, I want to check something." He walks over to the 
tray and picks up the pills his soldiers have been carefully ignoring. "Now, let's see what they've been 
stuffing into my boys," he says cheerfully. He slips his computer out and begins copying hte little sugar 
serial numbers on the back. 

Kale glances over Joseph's shoulder. "Hmmm? 

Joseph begins sorting the pills. "The red ones are digestive aides, the blue ones accelerate healing, the 
yellow and green ones are emotional stabilisers, the black ones are pain killers, and the white ones are 
highly addictive controll drugs. Stay away from those." 

Kale glances at the readout. "...Nice to know they care." 

Joseph shrugs, and snaps the computer shut. "Well, that's how things work up here." He peers over at 
Casske's prone form. "Asher's approved the funding, so he'll be getting implants and nano-treatments." 

Kale nods. "Good. Just to make it clear, If I got hurt, I wouldn't get 'em, right?" 

Joseph shrugs. "Well, he needs 'em to pilot the Galia at this point. But I couldn't upgrade you." He grins. 
"We have no clue how you work, Kale. 

Kale glares at Joseph. "That's touching. Real freaking touching." Kale viciously finishes off his pie. "It 
involves several glands in my spine, and amnio acid transfer, thank you very much." 

Joseph nods. "Yeah, they'd probably melt." He pauses. "What, you don't want to be a Solarian Super 
Soldier?" 

Kale blinks. "...Would be interesting, but I don't know if it'd work. And the brainwashing..." 

Joseph rolls his eyes up. "Whatever. Just stay away from the white pills." He finishes his second pie, and 
walks towards the door. "I'm going to go get that movie. I'll be back in half an hour or so." 

Kale nods. "I will. Be careful out there!" 

Joseph nods curtly, and walks out. 
Joseph has left.