The transport ships arrived in the station docking bays. Disembarking were the Galaxy police officers along with the scientist hoping to accomplish the task at hand, re-establishing the facility on planet K-1190. A personal project of Mikumo Kuramitsu, who upon looking over the old blueprints of the facility found a small classified room that the previous searches had ignored. The Jurai and Kuramitsu families both now wanted to know what was in that room, with the files relating to the research corrupted and impossible to read. For Mikumo though, it meant that Naja Akara could have stowed away in there during the attack.
Mikumo turned and looked at the scientist, all well into their middle age at the earliest. Mikumo decided to speak loud enough that the team of fifty people could hear him, "Here's the plan. I will go down with the first team on the smaller craft, our job is to pry that door open, primary goal objective whatever the hell you want to call it. Depending on if there's anything behind there we will request the rest of you to be sent down to reactivate the power and establish living conditions and necessary repairs. The primary team heading with me, are the ones who on their I.D. cards have a one written by their name. Take twenty minutes to round your things up and meet me back here sharp on that dot of time."
Twenty minutes was a bit much Mikumo thought, but than again it may take a few days before all the scientist were down planet side and thus the longer they were on this station the more they could find temporary quarters. Mikumo though wouldn't be bothered with such things; he was heading into the station first and thus would find quarters there. He would just head over to the shuttle and re-check things, make sure the path was clear and that they could land at least close enough to the facility to be within their limits of portable, breathable oxygen.
Mikumo had just finished his inspections when the scientists started to arrive on board with their equipment, each one with their name clearly printed on the I.D. card with the Kanji for the number one. Each taking whatever seat they wished as Mikumo seated himself by the pilot as he started to prepare the shuttle to disembark from the station. He had been told by the pilot that most likely they could land in the docking bay of the station, but would have to use their own oxygen due to the likelihood that the facilities air supplies had shut off.
As they ever neared the planet side research facility Mikumo prepared himself, granted he did not need portable oxygen, his was more of in case of emergency—he would have to contact Washu, she might be able to explain that—thus he assisted the scientists, most of whom never left their home worlds in how to use the oxygen. He was doing this till the pilot slowed the shuttle down and turned to talk to the Galaxy Police officer, "Um sir…I think you might want to see this."
Mikumo left the men in back to continue putting on their oxygen masks as he moved back up to the cockpit with the pilot, and Mikumo clearly saw what he meant. The shielding around the docking bay to contain the oxygen was still up, something that the pervious searches never encountered. Mikumo rubbed his clean shaven chin looking at the docking area, "Any contact with the facility?"
"I just sent a message out to them; I didn't even get the recorded emergency message sir."
"I see, go ahead and land, but be alert." Mikumo told the pilot as the speed returned to normal and Mikumo went back to the scientists getting their attention. "Change of plans, I want two of the more technical of you guys to head down to the oxygen filters in the engineering room. Somehow the facility is recognizing oxygen in there, so I want two to head down and see what's up, and the rest of you will come with me to that door."
Mikumo led the majority of the team northward, only taking three turns, the first two being to the right with the lat leading leftward. The door was labeled on their small map for being between a utility closet and a neurobiology lab. Finding the lab was easy, but the closest closet was not, giving them a wide range to search for this secret room. They began their search as Mikumo heard a voice through the personal intercom, "Sir, I would watch my back if I were you."
It was one of the scientists he sent down to check on the Oxygen filters, "Why is that?"
"Because sir, these filters have been kept in proper order. Changed at the right times and disposed of accordingly, someone has been here a long time."
Just as he thought, it was looking more and more that they might encounter Naja Akara, or at least one of her attackers. "Thanks for the update, stay down there and start looking over the other living conditions." Mikumo said clicking off the communication device as he saw one of his own team trying to signal him with a hand wave. Reaching the spot Mikumo saw the man had removed a false panel, revealing a keypad, which to the surprise of all was still active. "We don't have the password."
"Not a problem sir, it'll just take me longer to get past it. Twenty minutes max." Mikumo heard him, but he had drifted off, not paying attention to how he was working, shields were up and now one lone keypad was activated. Someone was living here, which left very few options available to who that might be.
Mikumo was suddenly knocked back to reality when he heard a door open and saw the wall open up to a brightly lit room beside the keypad, the rest of the scientists gathering around as Mikumo moderately pushed them out of the way to enter the room, losing the hat of his Galaxy Police uniform. He walked past the libratory equipment and found his conclusion, the unconscious middle aged Naja Akara, her grayish white long hair hanging around her head as her body slumped over the desk. Mikumo quickly checked her pulse and finally it steady—most likely she had just passed out from exhaustion—he turned back to the open door, "Quickly! We need to get her back to the station!"
Back in private quarters on the station Mikumo relaxed, adjusting his uniform to do so, unbuttoning the outer jacket as pulling his white gloves off. He had no time to waste, he had to contact her, and this was news far too important to Washu to keep away from her. He quickly reached out to the monitor and typed up the coordinates for the Kuramitsu work planet, on the other end though was a man who had changed much since last time.
He still looked young, but his long raven hair now long hang loosely against his back, instead it was breaded and hung over his shoulder, the end laying on the man's upper chest. "Oh sir, long time no word, your mother went down to the clinic."
Mikumo shook his head and smiled, "Zaneko, you can stop calling me sir, you haven't work for the Galaxy police for close to a year now. Can you pass a message to my mother for me?"
"Of course, what is it?"
"Naja Akara is alive and well. Should be on her feet and ready to speak with Washu in a few days."