Its one week after the raid, as the raided Evotorium Facility stands in the snow, full of activity, as its previous walls, and guard towers sit falled down. As tents, a makeshift airway, and a forward operating base sits ready. As trucks come in by the hour, and already images, and pictures of inhuman creatures, and rumors of the raid are spreading. As the CIA is considering how to do a press release regarding this. Within the Humanitarian Activities, Pre-Stages are already being returned home, much to many peoples approval, with sparce details told, as they were requested to wait for the full press release, thou some leaks occurred, there is bigger ones that matter more like pictures of creatures beyond imagination going thru humanitarian tents. The media are trying to dig, and the CIA responded by claiming its found a immensely large kidnapping biotech organization, and kept it at that until the full press relesse, stating it will be done as more data is gathered. While most stage 1's, and stage 2/3 Humanoids with stable enough mental states are held in the facility, in refurbished rooms, and gained accommodations until transport, or care demands movement, while the... unstable ones, and more complex cases are held elsewhere, or in there own rooms.
But... this can only go on for so long, as several leaders in the efforts sit in a meeting room. "We can't leave them at that facility, they need a place to be, until we can figure out what to do with them." A represpetive of the red cross, clearly shaken says "Yes... but regular refugee centers can't handle this... regular trama wards can't... specalized facilities that don't exsist are required." Another says "Worse, extreme Stage 3 cases are set to need long-term caretakers, and support, and the unstable footing of the current care infrastructure is not helping any of the victims mental health. I do think we could try to return some to families, as our data suggests many still have families, or loved ones that may be willing to care for them. But... in short-term we need orgnization, and management of the victims until we can get them home, and some may not have a home to return too." The CIA rep replies "Worse... there is more facilities then this one. Its highly likely this will be a long-term war, not anything short term. Meaning... more, and more transformed victims will come out of the woodworks. Worse, many are already out there, in the world, in buyer hands."
As plans rapidly form, and probloms are laid out. New plans form. Conversion. Turn the Evotoriums base, for now, into a more semi-permenent care facility. As already, large scientific resoruces are being dragged to this side in the middle of nowhere, and only more is coming. Together with vast resources of trama care, and other resources. Soon, even large construction componies are called, as work to repair, replace some design aspects, and more begin. For one main reason: The facility itself is tramatic, and is too... hospital esc, and sometimes even immensely tramatic, as even seeing a red padded room has caused panic, and PTSD in many, even the least affected stage 1's.
The staff is already full of dull-eyed, half tramatiazed pepole with nightmares, so as more resources come in, staff cycling plans begin. Along with plans for instruction to guide staff further agenst common tramas in the transformed. The mosts major trama most victums share is simple, medical exsamination. Any kind of medical equipment, or examination often can retrigger trama. Especally needles, injections, and medical lighting. Exsamination of the NS transformation process itself has been done a few times. With in-progress transformations of stage 1, and 2 being given Anesthesia, while they transform. As its been proven painkillers seem to prevent most of the pain of transformation, and dull it, along with Anesthesia. Durring such times, several X-rays, and even a few MRIs have been done. Along with deep blood work. As well as that, samples of leftover NS in the facilities are being analized.
As soon... preliminary reports give results. NS stands for 'Nanoserum', and seems to be a solution filled with 80% water, 20% of a unkown, advanced zeno-nanobot network. Effectively... tiny half-alive robots. But... they don't fully understand how it works, or why. All they know... is this technology is absurd... and far beyond what medical science can fully understand with current science. As well as that... one axxedent has proven one key thing, you can't stop a NS tranformation once it starts, as desptie various medical efforts... all it did was slow a tranformation down... and eventually, there efforts killed the victum. Orgnizational evedence also all seems to suggest that every single Nanoserum they have... is already set up with a transformation, and that transformations are planned elsewhere, NS sent to the facility, and then the facility just applies them. Science... quite simply, is far away from reversing these transformations. But... science never gives up, and... they have got some results regarding how the hell a small bird can keep a human mind. Immense nurological compression of brain tissue, and effecency incresses of nerve cells is what they found. Along with the fact, that DNA is not fully inhuman across the body, DNA in the brain... is left most intact.
Operationally, transport becomes a logistical bottleneck. While Pre-Stage individuals can be flown home without much issues, they are just traumatized humans, while the others, the traumatized non-humans with human minds are... priority. Later stages... well... how do you return them? Some require large zoo-like infrastructure, specialized diets, or are just very big, or we don't know there identity yet. Some are very mentally unstable... most are still unstable to some level. Some will not have relatives willing to care for that. Its safer for now to leave victims in modified facility rooms until longer-term centers are constructed, and transport infrastructure prepared. Meanwhile... some terms rapidly solidify in the culture around these Transformed victims care. Primarily... one term... Transformed. As it becomes short-hand for any transformed individual.
Within one open room, several humanoid transformed sit in the room, repainted, casually discussing, as some play a few board games. A teenager, with bird wings instead of arms, and a half-beck face, talon-like feet, sits at a table, playing UNO with 2 others. One a 10 year old, who now has cat ears, and a tail, clearly... mimicing cat boys. As he plays a card, the harpy teen triries to grab the card from the holder, and it falls, as he grits his teeth. As the boy frowns, and moves to help play it. "Why coundent they have given me something with fucking hands... this is fucking horrible." Across from the team, is a older looking man, with a retilian face, as he says "Yeah... but hey. Lucky you can fucking talk, unlike Jamey over here." The middle age man gesters at the kid. The teen grits his teeth. The cat kid looks at the harpy teen, frowning, as they grab a notecard and write. "All have issues. Stop complaining... at least we are not being sold anymore." A nurse enters the room, opening a door, as a woman with snake hair, and a huge tail slithers in slowly. The middle age man with a reptilian head says "Gee... she got it wrougth..." Thou he suddenly frowns, shaking his head, avoiding her gaze. As its the bird teens turn once more. He sighs deeply, as he grabs a card with his beck, and puts it down, feeling... embrassed.
The rest look at her unsure, as she slithers into the room, as she is handed a meal from the nurse, seamingly regular human food. As she sits, eating. Others eat here as well... it is one of the common areas they have begun to build for the more stable transformed. A small 8 year old kid slowly walks up to Ella, as she leans on the table, with no chair(her snake body would not work), as she eats. The kid has snake like eyes, and fangs, as the kid hugs a heated blanket. Ella looks at the kid, as they move back unsure. She shakes her head, and says "Come, you can sit if you want." The kid looks brightly, as they move to sit with Ella, unsure. "My name is Ella... yours?" The kid says, with a clear weird lisp "My namess Ann.. You got snake too? Do you like heat too?" Ella sighs, as she attempts to smile "Yes... heat... does feel good for me." The little snake girl offers her heated blanket. Ella shakes her head eating, as she says "You need it more. I am big, can keep heat a long while." The girl pulls it back in. But stares at Ella's food. "I miss good food... but the doctors say i can't eat it." Ella nods "All of us have things we miss." The girl asks "When can i return to my mommy." Ella says "When the nice pepole helping us can... its very hard to help us you see." The girl frowns deeply "Oh..."