Scene #5259: Njorun Think Tank

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Priscilla	The scene is one of the Concord's high security labs, deep within the heart of the towering Elysium Apex. Possibly its most high security lab, actually, given how sparse they were with the declassified details over the air. It might seem odd to not be storing something like this in some gigantic, underground giga-vault, but sharp eyes can see that the austere grandeur of the colossal tower, which stands out even against the lofty designs of the city outside, is more than just show. There is a sophistication to its design that doesn't belong to a mere, glorified office, and besides, an /alarmingly/ high percentage of everyone there who bears the Concord insignia seems to be some kind of Elite or another. Technically unsurprising, given the faction's stance on quality vs quantity, but it's a jarring detail, compared to the teeming masses of ordinary folk that used to fill that function. The sheer amount of space, along with the sheer amount of expensive machinery and expansive magical geometry, complete with workbenches, scanning devices, cases full of tools, shelves filled with books and reagents, cryo-pods containing samples and secure mountings for more dangerous equipment, are certainly a step up in magnitude. The chic, neo-archaic interior decor is a few steps up in class. It feels like someone's paycheque is going to quadruple by stepping inside, through a quick and unobtrusive decontamination barrier. Nobody even has to wear stupid coats and hats! Priscilla is waiting inside, as is only proper. Nobody else is present, save a couple of technicians occasionally looking in through an adjacent engineering room fitted with soundproof glass. A handful of stations appear to be occupied, with subtle spotlighting to make them stand out in the otherwise soothing dimness. A pile of books and data chips, sorted into neat rows on an examination bench. Some sort of bizarre series of floral and fungal growths set inside a hermetically sealed, 'clean case', with robotic manipulators inside. A number of vials and chunks of what looks like liquefied metal, set around a metalcrafting circle and centrifuge. What look to be pieces of a human corpse, except made out of wood, badly smashed up by combat, laid out on a medical table, under operating lights. A power cell that looks like it's become a melted candle, levitated by magic over a sealing pedestal. A seedling, however, is nowhere to be seen.
Staren	Staren wears his labcoat anyway! The faciliy is impressive, certainly, but what's inside... "You got pieces of Njorun?" He stares at the pieces in turn, coming to the growths. "...Is any of this still alive...?"
Kushiko	<"At last we checked, yes. A seed. Which is stupidly unusual."> The voice pauses. <"According to Ordis. Relatively close to his exact words."> The voice itself belongs to the Tenno Kushiko, who currently uses her Nova Prime Warframe; Helios is present as ever, given the needs for intelligence and scanning purposes from prior. She must have arrived at some point just before or otherwise, or something else and simply didn't get noticed. Damn technoninjas. Nonetheless, the figure does move absently to look over the corpses, the vials and chunks and varying pieces of what they've pulled from before. Refreshing her memory in some cases, being a little bit more safety minded in others. After all, she is armed, even if not having pulled said weapons free. Seems research and development and the like in ways like this aren't entirely unknown to her. Still, it is pretty impressive versus the Clantech she's seen.
Tesla Armadia	Tesla Armadia wears a labcoat almost always so if it's specifically needed or not is a moot point. The spread of samples and examinations taking up the elaborate lab space upon enterting is much more relevant to things, anyways. She didn't make many of the ventures into Njorun's remains, so being here now to help with the research is a close second. "From what I've seen," she replies to Staren evenly, "most of these things don't even align with what we could consider basic physical properties. So a value of 'alive' or not may not necessarily be disconcernable in the scope of reference the majority of us accept as standards of the Multiverse."
Staren	"Really." Staren looks at Tesla, then back at the samples. "Fascinating..."
Priscilla	"I admit, I am pleased to see thine scientific ambition, or perhaps merely thine scientific curiosity, hast stayed thine hand from straying from such an advantageous place for thee, Sir Staren." says Priscilla, spreading her hand slightly. "It is good to see thee on common ground once more." She says with genuine appreciation. "Lady Tesla is correct. What you see before thee is not native to Njorun in its natural state. What hast becometh of the great tree is . . . beyond simple description. What tore so many worlds apart at their seams and adjoined them to completely different ones, hast most certainly ripped through the base, as the epicenter of it all. The individual pieces of the myriad worlds sourced to build the thing, hath either dissolved together and lost all distinction, or repulsed one another as rejected organs. It is far from a pleasing sight. There art a number of reports on the matter, for the time being."
Staren	"It's more complicated than that." Staren replies to Priscilla softly. Staren looks back to the vaguely organic bits. "...I'll have to c]atch up on these reports. Just a moment."
Tesla Armadia	"Whatever broke and reforged the Multiverse did so on a scale of quantum metaphysics that is ni incomprehendable... But if everything was immeadiately understandable there wouldn't be the need for the likes of us, now would there?" That some of the people gathering in the lab were formally enemies means little now. This sort of scientific endeavour transending such things. Tesla takes her own curiosity in the direction of the books and datachips. It feels like an accurate place to start looking into things. If there is anything to even look at. She remembers some of those books being intact but weirdly blank before.