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[Fox McCloud]

Fox turns looking in the direction of the scream.  And with only a slight hesitation he begins heading in the direction it came from.

[Yuri_Prime]

The Foreman was far more casual about the situation, walking with a calm stride.

Upon arrival at the scene of the accident, a few other diggers were helping the injured man to a stool to sit on for his fifteen minute break, while the majority of the workforce merely went back to work as though this was 'Severe Hand and Arm Trauma Thursday'. The injuries to the worker were rather gruesome: A deep gash three inches long along the forearm, and a similar cut going along the palm up the ring finger. Red cloths were held tight to the cuts, with white trailers to indicate they didn't start off red. The injured man looks up at Fox as he approaches, takes a deep breath, with a touch of pain showing in the stutter of the inhale. Then he spoke.

"T... Tell the foreman... I'm good to work. I ... I can still dig."

[Fox McCloud]

"You need to be stitched up.  And some time for your wounds to heal before you can continue working."  Fox looks around for clues to how it happed.  "So....How did you get yourself cut up anyway.

[Yuri_Prime]

"I fell, and cut it on the rocks." He said, a very well rehearsed cover. One of the workers who carried him shook his head, "Nikoli, that didn't work last time, won't work now." and the injured worker, Nikoli, gave a nod, "I was doing maintainence on ore miner..." he motioned with his head towards the nearest one, "Something... something was jamming engine. Pulled off panel, saw the jam, so I reached in to grab it. I clear the jam, and engine sputters up again." he said, slowly, hesitant in parts to take a quick breath. "Pulled my arm out, but got too close to miner blades." One of the workers attending to him gives him some 'water' and that seems to take the edge off. By scent alone, the 'water' has less in common with actual water, and has more relation to vodka.

"I... I don't want stitches, I'm good to go. T... Tell him." he said again, though Fox's initial diagnosis was probably correct, doubly so given the dirty conditions the workers were working with. 

[Fox McCloud]

"You will not be working at one hundred percent with that arm and, if you do not get treatment...You will lose that arm.  And then you may not be able to work at all."  He turns to the other workers. "I would like to see this machine to see if there is any way that this could have been prevented."


(((OOC-Fox puts on a hard hat that says 'OSHA' on the front)))

[Jon Stone]

High in orbit above proper Freeside slides into position above the mining operation.

Sitting at his table amongst the gathered Avatars back in Gunsmoke Jon looks to Yuri.  "I'm going to drop a communicator on Fox's location.  I would have a few words with him, could you ask your guards to not shoot it down before it lands please."  Jon then grins a little and winks.

With that a small pod disengages from the satellite and begins accelerating towards the mining operation.  As is plummets to the earth it's engulfed in flames from the heat of reentry, and layers of protective shielding peel off.  When it finally hits the ground next to fox it will be about the size and shape of a Frisbee.  It will flicker red for a second, then turn solid blue, and a hologram of Jon Stone will be standing there.  In the background of the hologram you can see a table and a group of figures.

"Hey Fox, whats happening."  He'll glance at the hard hat and just starts dying laughing.  "You know the soviets don't exactly have OSHA, or workers rites, or anything like that right.  All this legit talk of safety, be careful, they may think you're an American soon, I don't think you'd want that.  You shouldn't disrupt productivity for one worker, there are plenty more where he came from.  Allow me to illustrate a little."

The hologram turns to the foreman, and Jon adjusts the camera on his end so that Yuri is clearly visible in the background.  "Foreman, this is Jon Stone of House Octagon.  I'm calling for a status report on the workforce so we can adjust the timetable for you to receive fresh workers.  How many more losses can you afford before it hurts the schedule?"

[wcshoe]

By the entrance gate, with nothing to herald his arrival, a celestial otter is suddenly *there*. He wears a set of dark tan and brown samurai armor, has a lethal looking carbine slung over his shoulder, and carries another.  A brace of small otter sized crystal grenades hand from a bandolier across his chest, but somehow, they look more than merely decorative. A leather gauntlet covers one paw, with five different colored gemstones set on the back of it.

Seemingly ignoring the guards, he peers through the gate at the operations within...

[Yuri_Prime]

The hologram turns to the foreman, and Jon adjusts the camera on his end so that Yuri is clearly visible in the background.  "Foreman, this is Jon Stone of House Octagon.  I'm calling for a status report on the workforce so we can adjust the timetable for you to receive fresh workers.  How many more losses can you afford before it hurts the schedule?"

The Foreman snaps to attention as the image of the Premier comes into view. Whoever this Jon Stone is, he knew the Premier well enough to speak for him. Was he NKVD?

"E... everything is well, WELL ahead of schedule, comrade Stone. W.. we've made amazing progress thus far, and have mined four whole pounds of element one fifty from the target site, and we have not yet tapped the first node. This site is incredibly rich, w... which is why you sent us." he said, that tinge of fear replacing the pride he felt moments ago. None of the guards or workers felt like talking at the moment, and even the wince of the injured worker was hushed.

"Our injury count is below standard. At the current rate we won't need reinforcements for another three days." which even made Yuri himself nod. Two was the norm. They were well ahead of the curve in every respect.

"The inspector you sent over brought a matter to our attention, and it is being handled expertly, if I am allowed to say so myself." and having asked nicely, Yuri gave a nod, allowing him to feel that moment of pride.

By the entrance gate, with nothing to herald his arrival, a celestial otter is suddenly *there*. He wears a set of dark tan and brown samurai armor, has a lethal looking carbine slung over his shoulder, and carries another.  A brace of small otter sized crystal grenades hand from a bandolier across his chest, but somehow, they look more than merely decorative. A leather gauntlet covers one paw, with five different colored gemstones set on the back of it.

Seemingly ignoring the guards, he peers through the gate at the operations within...

It takes a while for the guard at the gate to notice the tiny celestial arsenal but to his credit he does. He stands to interpose himself between the otter and the view inside, "I'll need to see your papers, comrade."

[wcshoe]

Tilting his head to stare directly at the guard, Cutthroat answers in flawless Russian (with a trace of Moscow accent, for ears attuned to such things). "<You do not need to see my papers, they are not needed for otters.>"

[Yuri_Prime]

Tilting his head to stare directly at the guard, Cutthroat answers in flawless Russian (with a trace of Moscow accent, for ears attuned to such things). "<You do not need to see my papers, they are not needed for otters.>"

"I've already surpassed my bipedal nonhuman quota for today." The guard says, with a touch of humor in his voice since, well, if you're going to address a talking otter after letting a talking fox into the region, why start taking things seriously now.

[wcshoe]

Quite suddenly, and with absolutely no movements at all, it is clear that the weapon held in the otter's paws is no longer held casually. "<Your quota. Tell me, what other non-human beings have you killed today? >"

[Yuri_Prime]

Quite suddenly, and with absolutely no movements at all, it is clear that the weapon held in the otter's paws is no longer held casually. "<Your quota. Tell me, what other non-human beings have you killed today? >"

"Killed? None today comrade." And with very practiced motions, the soldier's AK-47 is now also no longer held casually. "A dangerous presumption, dah. Stand down."

The guard behind him starts to dial something on the radio.

[Jon Stone]

Jon smiles and nods,"Four pounds, and only a few injuries, very commendable."  He looks back to Yuri addressing him for a moment, "I can swing by the dig and add some safety features to harvesters, if you want.  It should only take me a day or two to design it and teach your factories how to build it."

His attention is diverted to an area outside the scope of the hologram for a minute.  His eyes narrow with a look of displeasure as he studies something.

[wcshoe]

The little otter fails to stand down, and a distinct predatory glint flashes in his eyes. "<Stand down? I should warn you, I am quite dangerous, and are not an Avatar. If we fight, you will not come back when I kill you.>"

He sighs. "<On the other hand, it will be the first field test of my new gun on a living being. I suppose something positive will come of this. For science, and all.>"

[Yuri_Prime]

Jon smiles and nods,"Four pounds, and only a few injuries, very commendable."  He looks back to Yuri addressing him for a moment, "I can swing by the dig and add some safety features to harvesters, if you want.  It should only take me a day or two to design it and teach your factories how to build it."

His attention is diverted to an area outside the scope of the hologram for a minute.  His eyes narrow with a look of displeasure as he studies something.

Yuri's holographic representation gives a nod, "That would be appreciated. Any upgrades that you can offer will certainly increase productivity."

The little otter fails to stand down, and a distinct predatory glint flashes in his eyes. "<Stand down? I should warn you, I am quite dangerous, and are not an Avatar. If we fight, you will not come back when I kill you.>"

He sighs. "<On the other hand, it will be the first field test of my new gun on a living being. I suppose something positive will come of this. For science, and all.>"

"Come back? Avatar? You're not making sense." The guard does not show any of the standard fear responses most people would show when faced with odd or unusual circumstances, delusional otters, or the weapons they wield. The otter's comment of 'when' instead of the proper 'if' also did not set him off center. The guard was a trained military conscript, and was ready to die for the Motherland.