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| +transcon+ | Feb 8 2008, 10:56 PM |
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The ride over to the meeting location was a quiet one. Despite the initial impression Nick gave Narssek, Nick turned out to be quiet company. At their arrival, it would've been rude to simply walk right in. Instead, Narssek waited for Nick to open the door for them, or to announce their arrival. This may have been a human's place, and Zebethian pride considered them a lesser species, but these were good terms. Humans did have technology and means that interested most Zebethians, and this 'Jimmy Vega' had hardware that Narssek needed to round out his troupe. "Sir," Lieutenant Yuur chirped in the Zebethian tongue as he tapped the admiral on the shoulder. "Something Zik needs to report. But it shouldn't be done over the comm-links." "Can it wait?" "It was a direct line to me since no one else can comprehend his speech. It's lethally important." "Make it quick." "He spotted a creature that possibly matches the specifications of the captive." With that, he sent an image the Ki-Hunter had captured while on his patrol of an alleyway with a crowd of very unusual humanoids. "We will need to make this quick, Sir." "Agreed." Admiral Narssek then turned his attention to Nick, their human guide. He then spoke in the local's tongue, "By all means, after you." (not much to do at this angle, since we have to do things correctly, yes?  )-------------------------------------------------------------- Pair Four, Ensign A'xun and Crewman Rin'tal continued to wait under cloak holding visual of Mr. Vega's domicile. They quietly received word from their humanoid accomplice back on the ship with overlays of the land on tactical approach. Then, exchanging this information with the rest of the Zebethians and the one Ki-Hunter on the network, a coordinated plan was developed in case things went sour for whatever reason. "What do you think the odds are of things going bad?" Rin'tal hissed (or whispered, in a Zebethian's case) to A'xun. "We're dealing with a human," the ensign reminded him. "There is a high probability. I'm thankful for my protégé we left behind." "You're what? I thought she was your pet?" "No. Protégé." "Is that why you didn't tell her about the compressor in the coolant lines?" "She should have checked the system before opening the port." "That's animal abuse," Rin'tal pointed out. "Why, Rin'tal?" A'xun turned to glare at his partner. "Is your comm-link keyed on? She heard this whole conversation." "Nargh," the crewman cursed under his breath. A'xun, the engineer of their converted cargo craft, had always been a practical prankster. The crew had been warned that their human assistant was quick to anger, but she was a valuable asset in Engineering. The admiral briefed them that it was best not to anger the hired help. "So, Aiko," the Ensign said while switching his attention from his rude crewman to the overlay of the maps upon his head's up display. "Confirming data transfer is complete. Here's the plan. There's a human inside who wishes to strike an arms deal with Narssek. The man's name is only known as 'Jimmy Vega'. If things go poorly, we would like to coordinate an escape route for our so-called dignitaries inside. "Narssek, Yuur, Z'gato, and T'kran," he listed. "There are three human forms visible. Two in the house, one with our entourage. We have an attack plan. Any way you could modify this to an escape route? From what we can see here, there's a power generator to the south by southeast. "We don't want to attract any further attention by leading an assault. Ideas?" -------------------------------------------------------------- "Hungry," Omega-Alpha grumbled on the ride to the bar Samus suggested. "Hungry... hungry... hungry..." Of course, food was always on the Metroid's mind. He wasn't sounding aggressive, but ever since his mutation to the Zeta Stage, his appetite increased. He focused his eyes on the floorboards of the bus they were riding so he could focus on not losing himself to the instinctive response to feed. It had always been a battle since his rebirth. A metroid's first and foremost response was to feed, and it was a hunger that could never be satiated. The longer between meals, the stronger the impulse was. The worst part about it all was that he was surrounded by what his instincts considered food. Men, women, and children were everywhere out on the streets and on board the bus. How simple it would've been to reach out and grab an easy morsel. But, that would be 'bad'. The thought of it ran a sensation of guilt throughout his being. It was a conflict between his monstrous self and his own grips with humanity. Though he couldn't help what he felt, the sensation of guilt for even thinking about that child in the corner being a quick fix to quell the beast flooded him. Guilt was a new sensation. Before, he never felt it for what he thought was potential prey. Now that he knew better than to devour sentients out of simple need to feed since his early days, coupled with his developing awareness in sentient life, it was a battle that he wished he never had to fight. "Mother," he said to the floor. "Sorry. I couldn't help but think that." He knew she would pick up on the visuals and emotional context of what he was going through. It had been hours since his last meal. The smells and energies lingering about within the confines of the bus was making him shiver with eagerness. Soon, he reminded himself, we'll be at a place where I can eat. "Do you think that I'll ever be able to conquer this feeling? I hate it. I don't want to... y'know? Should I even be feeling this way? Is it normal?" Despite the words and emotions that Omega-Alpha was expressing at the moment, it was surely the body language the former members of the Grace should've recognized immediately. At a time when he was an Alpha Stage, the crew ran into a tight squeeze with their budget. Food wasn't as ample as Omega would've liked. There were moments in that food drought that he'd end up looking at Ben or Nick the wrong way. Though he'd innocently chirrup at them or make small talk, the words became more broken than they already were at the time. The head would lock and the eyes would focus more intently. ------------------------------------------------- "Where to?" "I wish I knew." "When was the last time we ate?" "I don't want to think about it." "Chrr... food?" He locked on to Nick and stared intently. The eyes furrowed and the detection slits under the eyes expanded. "What do next? Have con-trrr-akt?" "Uh, Trish? Jingles has 'that look' on his face again." ----------------------------------------------------------- Indeed, Omega had that look as he couldn't help but lift his head and look around the interior of the bus. The feelings of guilt reminded him again, and he forced his face to look downward at his knees. (people can go ahead and guide this troupe into the bar Samus recommended.) ----------------------------------------------- It was a clear, green, and starry day on SR388. Life was beginning to rebound after a short nuclear winter. The radiation was falling off the scales quickly, as if they were being soaked up by an unknown source. Plant-like life was beginning to form in the cracks and crags of rocky formations in the plains. A gentle breeze was blowing from the north, gently pushing at their meaty stems. A relic, roughly six feet across and four feet tall, began to move under its own accord. A light slowly came to life and illuminated from an antenna mounted upon it's dorsal side. It lifted itself from the dust with its four powerful mechanical legs. The metallic skinning was pitted and dulled, yet maintained its shape of being almost biologically inspired. An autoad. 
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