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| ~Metamyth~ | Aug 13 2009, 12:21 AM Post #111 |
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"Well, I suppose we should," Faulias said, his chin held in his massive, oversized right gauntlet, the nodes adorning its surface sparking against his metallic chin of his helmet. "We have gotten ourselves in a bit deep..." Suddenly, his visor snapped closed, muffling out his cackle as he spun around, an orb of phazon tearing itself from his gauntlet and colliding with a surprised marine. "But then again, I never was one for doing what I was told." He pointed his rifle one handed at the marines that began to move in as his gauntlet seethed with blue fumes, resonating with his own PED unit. Even if it was originally standard issue, the modifications that had to be done for its integration into his suit made it better than average. Whether that was up to par with theirs was the question. The Breaker Gauntlet began to glow blue once again as Faulias lifted it toward the Lieutenant, beckoning him on with a taunting gesture. He clenched his fist and got in a battle ready stance, streaks of phazon sifting through his gauntlet fingers. (OOC: Meh quality post. Sorry peeps.) |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 17 2009, 04:45 PM Post #112 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: MAJOR EDIT: I made some huge adjustments to one section of this darn long post because I didn't quite like the direction it had been taken in. The section will be under EDITED------ ) Jenosa followed suit with Faulias's surprises, cracking a smirk as one of her gauntlets fired a trio of purple orbs that stuck like glue next to the building near the troops. They exploded, destroying a nearby balcony's supports and catching the troopers off guard with the falling structure. While it didn't kill them, it definitely hinder a large number of them. She then set herself into action against the remain troopers, having a vague sense of where they were; and that's what she smiled about. It's was intel that she had that surprised the troopers; although she was aware, thanks to Faulias, that her weapons would barely do squat against any of them. She'd have to wait until their hypermodes wore off - if they did. In other words, she'd had to battle them out in toll of attrition, where she would have to duck and doge about the buildings; using her Adrenaline Rush and plasma bombs to do so. She showed surprising dexterity and reaction, and at much of the time, a rather inhuman agility combined with her quick thinking. It was something she was actually enjoying for a time, anticipating many of the troopers position and using her bombs to 'make it difficult' to fire at her. Someone was going to have to do a lot of renovating after this battle. However, her strategy, while making sense, was a vain one. Jenosa began to soon realize that the 'fog' that had bothered her so much was most likely caused by the phazon radiation; and the stuff was slowly building up again. No matter how much she tried to rely on just her human senses, her disdainful sixth one was driving her mind and body up the wall. Especially when a shot came very close to hitting her; it burned her sense like acid and it felt as if she had been hit. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. Every cell of her body was screaming in agony from simply being in this fight; it was starting to become torture. She found increasing difficulty to think strait, and even more so when those alien instincts where pounding her conscious to get the hell out of there. It was actually enough to make her turn around one corner in hopes there would be lesser radiation plaguing the air - only to come into the overwhelming presence of them. Her mind reeled and squandered as she suddenly felt torn; ambivalent like nothing before, her distraught conscious wanted to welcoming the presence the comforting presence that wanted to help; but Jenosa's humanity kept trying to shove the impulse away. And that's when a phazon shot finally hit her in the back. She didn't feel herself fall or hit the ground; all she did was screamed in anguish her entire vision went pure white and she felt horrible pain, as if she had been thrown into the sun. Worse, she lost all sense of her physical body for what felt like eternity, and when she did, she was still in the land of white. But most of all, she struggled stubbornly with her grip on humanity. She barely had enough mental footing to stay true to herself and not let herself get consumed by these urges; instincts to open herself to this presence, her heart was pounding faster and faster, and as she struggled,. She could not tell if she was winning or losing. Her face and body was surrounded by pure violet hazes coming out as tentacles from white world and danced all over her body in a conscious, benevolent but alien manner. It had a warmth that she wanted to welcome inside of her, but that child spirit from so long ago - that spirit which did not want to change at all - was pushing it away, shouting out that this was wrong. No, this isn't me, not me not me not me... Accept... No, I don't need you...Go away... She felt her body begin to break apart as the urge rose even more, and the tentacles became dense around her...pressuring her. There was no pain in her body, but rather a distorted feeling that told her this. Despite the pressure, she looked at her arms and hands easily, and saw their detail and form evaporating into light blue specks that swirled around her; as if not quite sure to leave her or not. Where there should have been torn flesh and blood was a cluster of light blue beads of varying sizes – from a marble to a baseball – that formed her arm’s ‘insides.’ With every pounding beat those instincts took at her, her body pulsed physically, most noticeably she those beads; and every pulse shed more of those beads. It was from a surreal fight that she had remember seeing something like this, except it had been with an opponent – a Scurge source that had invaded her mind. Its death pulse range inside of her head many times before its form completely disintegrated into dissolving beads, giving out a pained roar after it disappeared. The same thing was happening to her, and despite her determination, the more she held back, the worse it got. Her arms were gone and she could feel her legs going to – though all of the beads were swirling about her and not disappearing. As she struggled with her overwhelming instincts, words from a spoken from a person a few years back echo from a memory: Don't let them consume you, the thoughts. They can be far worse than any sickness out there. In your own mind, you can become a monster to yourself, loathsome, simply because you are trapped in the confines of what you think is supposed to be. Her legs went, but she did not fall; just floated… …Everyone changes, no matter how much someone wants to stay the same… She felt...like she was crying, but she had no way to tell. A few more pulse, and her torso was nearly disintegrated… Accept change, accept what you have, or will, become… Those beads were starting to cluster and move away from her… …do not think you are a bad person for it. EDITED------ …She accepted it finally. She gave up on the struggle and just accepted it all; the purple tentacles slipped right into her disintegrating body, and Jenosa found herself enraptured by a surreal and intimate process. ____________________ There was a yell of success from the group as as the red haired woman dropped down the first few shots; but it was short lived. Before they could even think of checking her vitals via scanners, the troopers began to hear a strange noise that sounded like chemicals gurgling and bubbling while rushing through a big drainage pipe. A flash of green hit one of the troopers, and he was surrounded by a mass of greenish bubbles that swelled like a balloon before popping, leaving tiny bolts of harmless electricity dancing in the air after it. The strange toxic payload, which held a molecular structure much finer than mercury, seeped all over the man and seemed to dowse the glow of the PED. In moments, like some sort of deranged Halloween trick, several bubble like creatures baring the phantasmal GFed and helm and human skull came pouring out of a single alley way. They bore the exact same resemblance as GFed-turned-creature that had gotten away, and they effortlessly slid along the ground towards the PED troops. The PED troopers had already been given a short briefing about bizarre creatures popping up and having resistance to Phazon; and they had easily identified these as such. They took the same strategy as the other did, splitting the weapons fire between regular rifles and phazon fire. The whole thing wasn't a big issue...but it was distracting. And it was just the first wave; another set of these creatures were gradually multiplying not to far. _________________________________ That scurge presence surrounding her seeped and melded into mind, the entity becoming almost becoming one with her; not only helping to guide her but sharing information and their pain as well. It even felt like a physical being was fusing with her body, strengthening and reviving her senses. She could make out the PED phazon signature more clearly, and although she could not make out their unique bio-energy signatures, she could sense the energy and radiation in the air without feeling barely any pain. Granted, the stuff still irked her a lot, but...she found she could handle being in it better. Not only that, but it didn't burn anymore when she 'breathed' it in. In fact, she had become aware of every bit of energy flowing and pulsing within her like it was her own blood – and how the chaotic dance of phazon within her was being suppressed, assimilated, absorbed...transformed sounded like the best description, but she honestly couldn't find any words to describe the process precisely. Whatever the case, she could feel this normally highly potent but unstable energy – which she only took in through the ambient air – become more orderly. It was still jumpy and it made her a tad queasy from having so much of it stored inside of her, but she could control it. She felt a physical force grab her body and help her up to her feet in what she felt as a kind gesture; and was, in her mind, shown what she could do with the transformed energy. It condensed in her hand in a globular state, and whispered, “Thank you” as she bolted back into the fight The now healed, and human-looking, Gellion faded back into shadows of the alley before he was seen. Just as the PED troopers had finished off the monsters did one of them shout and point in surprise towards Jenosa, who was running strait up Evenn surprisingly fast. They barely got a chance to point their guns at her when they heard the telltale gurgling of more monsters coming closer to them. While their attention was diverted, Evenn did take notice of the shout and Jenosa, who was staring at him with irises that were pure light blue. He was lucky enough to get an open from Faulias to fire at her, but the woman's reflex's amazing sharp for a human; she ducked, dodged and weaved around the blast, Evenn seeing a strange energy ball that looks like a cell phazon color electricity dancing around it's nucleus. She slammed it right into his chest, a tingling shock wave rippling through out his body. His hypermode had been canceled. The attack was enough to make him stagger and leave him open for another attack, but Jenosa felt surge of another PED and reacted to it as an attack from behind. Whipping around, she desperately smashed her gantlet on Faulias's with energy that appeared to have made up that strange cell. Catching him by surprise, she didn't hesitate to smash the front portion of it helmet with potent regular energy held in her other palm. And she showed remarkable coordination in putting the finishing touches – Faulias found himself staring at her energy handgun pointed at his exposed face; her eyes looked almost like Gellion's blue ones. Then she snapped out of it, gasping in realization, blinking her eyes only once to return them back to normal. By the time Evenn had the idea taking advantage of the situation, more of those monsters were swarming him, Jenosa and Faulias. The woman used the last of her strength to through three swirling energy projectile, each shot making swishing noise. Two hit the creatures trying to surround them another at a large group that had grown surprisingly overwhelming for the other PED troopers. There was a warping sound as it impacted on the bubble creatures, causing them flash white and become surrounded by white swirling slashes; which chained with every other bubble creature each target was cluttered with. Within a quick second, the entire flock popped harmless, leaving electricity and sparks dancing in the air. Jenosa then collapsed to the ground, this time now doubt appearing exhausted. Edited by CEMP, Aug 21 2009, 07:28 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Aug 22 2009, 02:38 AM Post #113 |
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Faulias was far too busy with the Federation troops to notice Jenosa's change in behavior. The troops shot masses of phazon from their hypermode-set suits, absorbing into Faulias's own as he hurled masses back at them all furiously. It was like a demented form of catch, the loser falling into Phazon sickness. As he turned to check in on Jenosa's battle, she deliberately lashed out at his Breaker Gauntlet, snuffing out the phazonic energies that were being used. In fact, the attack was so precise that it shattered the lead lines into the gauntlet itself, preventing more from being used. The Phazon did not stop, however; it continued to flow... right onto his bare skin beneath the gauntlet. His suit detected the breach and began reacting to it immediately.
His data unit, nodes suffocated from the phazon, failed as well. Phazon was dripping from his arm as Jenosa spun around and held her energy pistol to his face. As she looked at him with her blue eyes, Faulias grimaced as he realized they looked just like Gellion's. Suddenly, with a gasp, she snapped out of it and spun around again, hurling swirling masses of light at the bubbling things that had spawned from her previous attacks... before her now-normal colored eyes rolled back in her head as she fell to the ground. Or, she would have, had Faulias not caught her with his undamaged arm. He hoisted her up on his shoulder, his gauntlet for his opposite arm still dripping with Phazon. With a grunt, he pulled the damaged machinery off of his hand, the veins on his forearm pulsing and pronounced, both from stress, and the sudden addition of Phazon to his skin. As he opened his eyes, still clenched shut from the strain previously, there was a flash of icy blue in his pupils, if only for a moment. With the gauntlet unattached, the lines sealed themselves automatically, stopping the perpetual flow of the blue poison. The remainder of the PED troops panted, their chaotic ordeal over as both their adversaries stood weaponless, one unconscious. "Congratulations, Evann..." Faulias coughed. "You're the big hero that bagged Faulias Ordacio Kayhorn... Hope you're happy, you lucky son of a bitch." He stood up fully, sliding Jenosa into his arms again as he leaned against the building. "Damn it Jenosa..." he whispered. "What just happened to you...?" As the troops began to come in, and Evann no doubt prepared his plans, Faulias reeled... from both body aches from the fighting, and the Phazon that was slowly seeping into his body from his suit. |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Aug 25 2009, 03:56 AM Post #114 |
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Native Son
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Grace kept her foot on the accelerator, going farther and farther away from the vicious battle going on downtown. The Marines kept up with her best they could, but from what she could see in the rearview mirror, all they were really doing was causing collateral damage. Lots of collateral damage. She heard them before she saw them. The ear-splitting scream of fighter engines bearing down on her. Two of them zoomed past her, while a few more, she couldn't tell how many, stayed on her tail. Grace watched as the two fighters ahead of her made a U-turn, then headed straight for her, firing their weapons. She swerved to avoid getting hit, but it was too late. The asphalt in front of her exploded from a laser blast, sending her truck flying. She flipped once, twice, three times and then slammed into the side of a building. The pickup truck came to rest upside down, the passenger side crumpled like a soda can against the half-smashed concrete block wall. All the windows were busted out, and the horn wouldn't stop blaring. Inside, Grace was bruised and bloody, her head swimming in a thick fog. As it slowly disappated, she somehow managed to get the door open and climb out of the truck. She was hurting, but she was alive and could stand upright, so that was something, at least. Unfortunately, just as she came to that realization, she saw herself surrounded by gunships and Marines on foot. End of the line. Grace put her hands up and accepted her fate. Like the Gambler himself, she knew when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em. And right now, it was time to fold 'em. Then again, Grace always had an ace up her sleeve. ................................ “I recognize I’ve put you in a bit of an awkward position and I know any assurances I make are baseless, but I will drop you off safely back on the planet after this discussion is over. If you have questions, ask them.” "If I thought you wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have agreed to come aboard, as it were," Donovan replied. "I know that someone like yourself won't just murder a federal agent in cold blood. "And in a way, that's why I'm here. In truth, The Federation is perfectly willing to tolerate Sanctuary, so long as it remains a relatively peaceful enclave. One of the consequences of a free society... you have to learn to live with dissidents. That certainly becomes a hell of a lot easier if they're all very far away. And they'd be very easy to ignore, were it not for the man at the top. "You were a legend. One of the best commanders in the Federation. The guy who took some raw kid from the rim and molded her into Samus Aran. Then the Program got ahold of you, took your dead consciousness and through some techno-wizardy turned you into a self-aware AI. Then you went off the reservation. It started with the incident on the BSL research station. Maybe that wasn't your fault... like I said, I've read the files. But afterwards... you made a choice to remain on the path you were on. You and Aran both. "Obviously we've been keeping a close eye on you ever since. That's what the spy network on Sanctuary was all about. And that was all it was supposed to be about, gathering intelligence on Adam Malkovich, in the event that he became the threat he potentially could be. "Well, when agency assets started disappearing, things started to heat up. And from then it was like the slow drip of a political scandal, with a new revelation coming seemingly every day. First the Grey Fox acting as your enforcer; then a series of intercepted communiques over a period of several weeks that revealed the existence of the creature that calls itself Omega-Alpha; and finally, your association with Twilight. You'll excuse me if an ex-Marine wonders what the hell is going on here. "And it's not just me, that's the general feeling back in Virginia. You could have picked up right where you left off, become a great soldier again. Imagine what you could have accomplished with the full backing of the Federation. Instead... this is who you've chosen to align yourself with." |
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| ~Twilight~ | Aug 26 2009, 04:45 PM Post #115 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Work during the day, fixing shitty vista errors by night. Sigh... Took me forever to get this done with, sorry... The Elite PED Troopers attacked, firing their high-energy rifles toward Jenosa before they emerged from their cover and began to close in, while keeping a steady stream of highly concentrated phazon which burned small craters or cracked the surface of whatever it hit. It was clear however that at first they were aiming for non-vital areas, probably thinking it best to take her down without killing her. But when the Bounty Hunter evaded their phazon hail, and ontop of that nearly crushed a few troopers who had bunched togheter with one of her bombs and a buildings wall, they decided it was high time to try and end this. In the meantime Evenn was busy shooting with his own rifle at Faulias, who either caught the blasts in his Breaker Gauntlet and then redirected it, dodged it as best he could in the process of catching another blast, or simply took it on the thicker parts of his armor, only making small, barely noticable dents or cracks at best. But Evenn did not give up, even as the few troopers who had decided to help him (against his own personal wishes, as he wanted to deal with Faulias himself) began to fall from the force of the redirected phazon. The troopers were knocked over, but their armors was intact, being highly resistant to phazon. However each one Faulias knocked down, the easier he had to redirect the remaining fire. Then one of the troopers finally hit his mark, his phazon blast hitting Jenosa square in the back sending her onto the ground as she screamed in pain. The trooper who had hit, along with a few others who had been very frustrated by how hard she had been to hit gave a cheer, thinking themselves victorius as the closest trooper began to walk up toward Jenosa to begin a vital scan. However before any of them really had the time to do anything further a strange sound could be heard from one of the nearby drainage pipes, just as a glob of transparent green goo hit one of the troopers in the back, and as the man seemed to panic as the substance seeped into his suit, it became obvious that his PED was being deactivated. "INCOMMING!" Another of the troopers suddenly yelled as he raised his rifle toward the bubble-like creatures that just came into view. The other troopers reacted almost instantly, noting how their phazon weapons did little toward the creatures, the ones in the front switched off the phazon supply to their weapons and used regular energy instead. However it did not last, as shortly after the troopers were finished taking down the initial wave they noticed Jenosa had stoo up once again, and with inhuman speed headed straight for Evenn. The troopers raised their weapons as they shouted warnings to their commander, but before they had time to fire a surprised yelp came from another trooper that saw another wave of incomming creatures. Not wanting to risk hitting Evenn, and knowing they were all needed to bring down the strange aliens, they turned their attention toward the new wave. Evenn staggered backwards a few steeps, having just avoided having his rifle rammed into his chest by Faulias breaker gauntlet, when he both heard the sound of quick feet on the uneven ground behind him, as well as his troopers shouting warnings. Evenn turned a clear 180 as he raised his weapon and fired, only for Jenosa to dance around it before she came up in his face, slamming a piece of electric-looking energy into his chest. A jolt went through his entire body, grunting in pain as he staggered back two steps, noting how his Hypermode had been cancelled out. Had it just been the jolt he would have been fine, indeed he'd have been able to counter-attack right away, but the cancelling of his Hypermode, which had two backups just to make sure that didn't happen, caught him completely off guard. But luckily for him the currently feral Jenosa went after Faulias instead, destroying the top of his Breaker Gauntlet with one swift swing, shortly before she smashed his visor and pointed a gun at his face. Then she suddenly faltered, lowering her gun in realization of what she was doing. Whatever had happened, it seemed like if she had been under control of something. It was obvious that Evenn could easily take both of them in now, one being seemingly very exhausted, and the other having his primary weapon and visor broken. But then another swarm of creatures appeared, surrounding the three, as the PED troopers was beginning to be overwhelmed. 'Damn it... At a time like this too...' Evenn thought angrily, indicating his lack of hypermode. But then Jenosa spun around, as three energy spheres left her gauntlet, hitting the hordes of alien creatures as the energy chained from the first to the next, then anything next to those, killing them all. Evenn coulden't help but be impressed, obviously that weapon of hers was designed to deal with those kinds of enemies. 'Interesting, I think the guys over at R&D will want to take a look at that... Among other things.' Evenn thought as he grasped his rifle once more and pointed it at Faulias, as Jenosa fell, seemingly unconcious. "Congratulations, Evann..." Faulias coughed. "You're the big hero that bagged Faulias Ordacio Kayhorn... Hope you're happy, you lucky son of a bitch." "There are no heroes, Kayhorn. You've proved that." Evenn replied, his voice completely calm and serious, before he turned the other way and began to walk toward the ship where Twilight was being prepared for transport. "Take them onto the transport, isolate the girl and make sure she is sedated. And take Faulias to the med-center, his little friend seemingly caused a slight leak in his primitive PED design." After giving his orders he disappeared down the ruined road ahead, as the troopers did as they were asked, while a few others tended to the few who had sustained actual injuries. --- "And that's how you bag a fox." The lead fighter pilot commented over the comm-system, as the pickup truck came to a stop against a building, not harming any by-standers in the process (He had afterall waited for a empty street), though it did cause some collateral damage, but not nearly as much as the local military forces had done. After that the fighter ships remained afloat above the wreckage, waiting for the soldiers on foot to catch up and surround the car, which only took a few minutes. With their rifles aimed at the battered fox as she crawled out of the wreckage, it became clear she had been caught for real this time. While four of the soldiers began to "escort" her to a nearby van, another one signaled the fleet. ["Command, we've caught the Fox!"] The soldier said, a little too enthustiastically for Wights liking, but the scout/spy/assassin was glad that he did not have to hunt her down afterall. However he still did not enjoy games, and Rex little 'joke' earned him his hand stuck toward the desk by a small combat knife that seemed more like a throwing knife than anything else, though it had some clear technology built into it. However it was unlikely Rex actually noticed any of this since having his hand pierced just now would probably hurt like hell. "Seems I don't need you anymore, enjoy jail, you're going to be spending some time there afterall. Oh and let me make something clear, I find out you having been bailed out for whatever reason, and I'm comming for you. And then, I'll take your whole goddamn hand." Wight said, his otherwise calm, buisness like voice becoming intimidating toward the end. Only a few minutes after he left, was the place swarmed by millitary police. |
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| +Aiko+ | Aug 27 2009, 10:41 AM Post #116 |
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Roffel House!
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(OOC: Argh, this isn't nearly as good as I had hoped, but here you go.) Adam sighed. Donovan’s words stung because they were true, but it was clear that although Donovan was better informed than most, there were still sizeable gaps in his knowledge. “The problem is trust, Mr. Donovan,” Adam replied simply. “I won’t try to justify my actions to you. Some were mistakes on my part, some were acts of defense, others were intentionally trying to mislead you, but I’ll leave you to be the judge of that. I’m not here to change any minds about the past. I’m worried about the future of the Federation itself.’ It’s crumbling. Surely you can see that? The Federation is drifting away from the democracy it has been since the beginning and into a state of martial law. The sacred right of live and let live has been ignored and cast aside way too often. I’m a prime example of what’s been going on. My own basic human rights were disregarded, I was intentionally sent on a mission to die, and then they stole my consciousness and forced me back to life in an existence I had not been mentally or spiritually prepared to accept. I was brainwashed to believe I was nothing more than a self-aware AI, when the biological software and hardware that contained my gestalt was actually the very basis of that network. When I finally ‘woke’, I decided to run rather than be used as a tool by corrupt officials. Isn’t it the responsibility of any military commander to do what is morally and ethically right? At the time, I had two choices. One, I could go back to the Federation as my orders demanded and continue to undergo mind-altering ‘therapy’ treatments so the Federation could use my intelligence but have it firmly under their control, or run away with Samus and make sure she didn’t go ballistic on the Federation itself after it hid information at her almost at the cost of her life.” Adam paused. He had a habit of rambling on and on when he got frustrated or angry, and not needing to breathe only made things worse. Donovan needed time to digest what he was saying. “If anyone should feel betrayed, it’s me. But the truth is that I gladly spent my life working for the Federation. I am a Federation soldier, and it pains me to see it failing. Sanctuary shouldn’t even have to be necessary, but with human rights being violated left and right, I have no choice but to offer refuge to those who need it.’ Twilight is misunderstood, as is Omega-Alpha. They’re both young, very young. Do they have the potential to be dangerous? Yes, of course they do. So do I. The reason I’ve been protecting them from the Federation is because I can’t trust the Federation to let them grow and mature on their own. Look what just happened. Twilight has a 100% completely legal bounty hunter permit. He has never participated in anything illegal. He’s been working hard to make a life for himself. Yet, the Federation has once again slipped into martial law, forgoing all diplomacy, and decided quite arbitrarily that Twilight is a threat.’ I’m here to get him out. He doesn’t deserve this, and the Federation I swore an oath to wouldn’t have done this. Now Michael, what would you honestly have me do?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 27 2009, 01:37 PM Post #117 |
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Clockwork Master
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The troopers had no problem moving the red head into an isolated compartment within the holding ship. She was fairly light even with the suit on, and kept a good eye on both her hands and face to make sure she didn't do anything funny. As they moved her in, there was some small chat as to who exactly the woman was as well as what kind of weapons she was using. And, once or twice, a comment was thrown about the length of her hair and 'grace' of her body. There was some mild trouble in sedating her since her suit covered her neck as well as her body; and injections anywhere on the skull or face rarely ever worked. Yet, through some effort, they managed to the neck line off of her skin for the inject; and, while pesimistic at first because of how intergrated it looked to be with her body, they were able to get her entire suit off. One of the soldier's glaired at the other one who seemed to be dissapointed she was wearing a gray jump suit under her combat one. It was just before they placed her in the isolated room that one of the troopers scanned her vitals - and was not at all surprised to see some health detioration due to phazon radiation as well as phazon energy flowing within her system. Even though she had caused them quite some trouble, it was sad to see such a woman suffer and slowly die from Phazon sickness. Documenting her symptoms and health status, they had no idea if they'd be along for the ride to see what would happen to her. Either way, though, someone would become baffled within a day or two at her miraculous drop in phazon energy and rise in health. And the person checking her health would see her waking up from her slumber. ------------------------ Gellion made no effort to do anything about Jenosa; although he disliked leaving her life to what humans would call 'fate,' there was nothing much he could do. Yet he also knew that it was probably best for her to remain near his original target. Inwardly, he reveled in his success at convincing her to...open up. It had been far to long since he had communed with another one of his kind like that - although Jenosa wasn't quite Scurge or fully human. He had learned she had unique hybrid qualities that still made her...human in many respects; yet she shared some of the Scurge's distinct traits, including their adaptability. True, she had snapped out of their graceful mind merge, but before it all happened, they had shared many things. He distinctly remembered the sensation of every muscle, bone and fiber made, unlike his which was a pure, solid material with no cellular complexity. He was...for the most part, a possessed statue. She had also shared every bit of information with him, as well he had with her. For the moment, he would, through his own means, keep track of her position without communication. He had a strong feeling, she would return with him back to confederation space. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Aug 27 2009, 11:04 PM Post #118 |
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Jenosa stayed in Faulias' arms as Federation troops, a group of four total, marched forward and ushered them inside. Faulias stepped gently, and held his comrade with tender care until the troops were to split ways. At the split in paths, two troops came up and plucked Jenosa from his unwilling grip. As the two walked off, he distinctly heard something about her 'graceful body,' and the remaining troops desperately and barely held him back from tailing the other two troops. He sighed, then turned down the hall and led the way to the medical station, as he was quite familiar with the general makeup of most ship models. The doctors were surprised to hear of his 'betrayal,' but even when directly confronting him about it, he said nothing. The doctors would eventually give up and analyse him or give him some kind of medicine to try and flush the phazon from his system. His tattered suit was taken and placed in quarantine, and it was mentioned that he would possibly be given access to repair it under strict watch, as it was so directly infused with his own work that most others would have many difficulties working on it. Oddly enough, the phazon seemed to have little effect, even though it was a sizable amount. The PED Artery that Jenosa had broken was no where near brittle or poorly made, thus it carried a large amount of phazon by itself, most of which had been absorbed into his system. Normally, some minor effects at the very least would be apparent, like luminous veins or pupils. The most that he showed was the occasional grunt of uncomfort or a slight pulse in his temple. The scientists studied him for a time, but as he yielded no results time and again, he was released from the medical facility and placed in a confinement cell. Not soon after he had been relocated, he had heard word of Jenosa's awakening. He rapped on the door harshly as he attempted to get the guard's attention. "Hey," he shouted. "Do you know anything about the girl that was brought on board?" Severely doubting that he would receive an answer, he sighed, and played his first 'card.' "You know, the hot one?" |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Aug 30 2009, 09:18 PM Post #119 |
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"I think the question is, what would you have me do, Commander?" Donovan said. "Crawl back to Langley with my tail between my legs? Tell Director Quinn that you and Twilight are really just a couple of swell guys after all?" He never realized how difficult it was to talk to someone without having a face to focus on. But this wasn't quite like talking on the phone... it was different somehow. "You know I can't do that," he continued. "Therefore I propose a deal. Now, the way these things usually work, I'd offer to leave you alone if you help us apprehend Twilight. However, based on what you've already told me, I would presume that you would reject an offer of that sort. "So what I will do instead is appeal to your sense of honor, from one soldier to another. I'll call off the dogs, as much as I can anyway, as I do not control Dr. Harris's men. I can try and persuade him, but that's all I can do. I'm willing to let Twilight go, leave Sanctuary alone, whatever you want... if you turn yourself over to the Federation." .......................... Grace was cuffed and shoved into the back of a van. Nobody else was in there, and there were no windows, so once they got going there was no way of knowing where they were taking here. So she sat there quietly, resigned to being a prisoner. For now, anyway. Grace was patient. She had plenty of time to make her move. Now just was not the time. .......................... Rex had been shot before. Once in the chest, which had been a pretty severe wound. He nearly died that time. Another time some dude named Dawson put two slugs in his gut. Another long hospital stay, though this time his survivability was less in doubt. He still had the scars from both of those incidents, and both had resulted after a poker game had gone bad. And then there was that one time he accidentally shot himself in the thigh. Getting shot was very painful, not something he was eager to experience any time soon, no matter how much street cred it gave him. When Wight plunged the knife through his hand... well truth be told he was in too much pain to compare the two. "Seems I don't need you anymore," Wight said, "enjoy jail, you're going to be spending some time there after all. Oh and let me make something clear, I find out you having been bailed out for whatever reason, and I'm coming for you. And then, I'll take your whole goddamn hand." Wight walked out, and a bunch of cops rushed in taking his place. "Do you know who I am?" Rex shouted after Wight. "Do you people know who the fuck I am?!" He didn't say it, but if in fact they did know who he was, they should know what he meant. Namely that Jimmy, and by implication, Savage Henry, would be coming after them once they heard about this. Edited by The Boss, Aug 30 2009, 09:42 PM.
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| +Aiko+ | Aug 30 2009, 09:46 PM Post #120 |
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Roffel House!
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The small ship floated silently above the serene blue planet, but the cockpit contained a thick soup of emotions. As alien as Adam now was to Donovan and the rest of civilization, there was no missing the life that pulsed through the electronics of the vessel. The cockpit was as quiet as the vacuum of space that surrounded them while one man struggled with his decision. He no longer had a body the Federation could hurt. His brain was destroyed. There was nothing left that linked him to the physical world except for the inexplicable metaphysical connections that bound him to the machinery of his surrogate body. Pain took on a different sort now. No longer did he suffer from the aches of mortality, but from the inexorable weight of immortality. He doubted Donovan knew truly what he asked. Adam was as free as an electron on a solar wind, but his own tenuous grip on humanity remained anchored by his very personal sense of morality. It would be so easy to just let everything go, to disappear without a trace, but such an act was cowardly. Adam would not, and could not, run away from his responsibilities. He was molded by the military to serve the common man and do what was necessary to maintain the peace. He was recreated as a machine to protect humanity from a weapon it was not prepared to meet. And now, the very people he identified with best considered him the enemy, even when he was doing nothing more than upholding the basic moral standard they had imprinted upon him. A great, weary sigh rolled through the cockpit like waves crashing upon a beach. There was more emotion in that one simple act than most people felt in a lifetime. Adam was tired. Tired of running. Tired of being hunted. And most of all, tired of hiding. “Mr. Donovan,” Adam said wearily, “I will not turn myself over to the Federation. As I said before, the issue is one of trust. Instead, I will turn myself over to you.” The once dreary cockpit suddenly came alive with holographic flight controls. The ship was Donovan’s to fly. |
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