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| ~Twilight~ | Sep 4 2009, 06:50 PM Post #121 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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Faulias would notice that shortly after he was put in his cell, the ship shock lightly for a few seconds as the sound of engines flaring could be heard, it seemed the ship was taking off. And indeed it was, as the moderately large transport vessel, about thirty meters long and ten meters tall began a slow but steady ascent into the sky, leaving the ground behind as it headed off toward the fleet in orbit, now escorted by a dozen fighters that swooped up beside it, someone with sharp eyes would have been able to tell it was the same ones who had stopped Grace escape. While Evenn had been busy dealing with Faulias and Jenosa, the marines and technicians in the ship had secured Twilight, firmly stuck on the phazite plate, inside a airtight cell with extremely thick walls and a heavy pressurized door. The only way for them to keep their eyes on Twilight was through a camera in the ceiling, which was being displayed in the security compartments. "So that's an Ing, huh?" One of the two guys inside the security room 'asked'. "Well, I dunno if they all look like that, but he's the real deal alright." The other answered as he took a sip from his coffee mug, he was expecting a long shift so he was being prepared. "I suppose, but what's with having an entire fleet for one guy? He can't be that dangerous can he?" The first guy asked, looking skeptical. "You really have no idea, do you? Look at the blue plate he's strapped on. That's phazon right there. They need to use phazon to keep him contained, do you get how serious this could be now? We know too little about the Ing to risk taking them lightly." The second guy explained like if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well ok, I see your point... Is that why we had this emergency phazon valve command installed recently?" The first guy asked, waving at the console screen and a command line ready to be used. "Yeah, if he wakes up and becomes troublesome, we can shower him with liquid phazon, that should keep him docile until we get to the rendezvous point..." --- "The target has been successfully extracted, Sir. But there were complications, there seem to have begun a form of infestation near the site of the battle to subdue the target, and our soldiers are having trouble containing it. The traitor Kayhorn has been subdued, and his companion who both held interesting technology and appear to be something other than human have been put in quarantine. I'm certain you will find her interesting, Sir." Wight finished his report, still decked out in his full gear he stood in front of a computer terminal, which showed Dr. Harris on the screen. ["Very good, take them to the station, keep me informed on any status changes between the subjects."] Harris said, a smirk having crept up on his face as he heard the good news. "Yes Sir." Wight responded as he cut the connection and headed for the cockpit, the ship being too small to have an actual bridge. He did not mention it to Harris, but they had also brought the Grey Fox on-board, and in fact kept her in the cell right next to Faulias' own one, due to the ship having a limited size. It was not out of disloyalty or anything of the sort, he simply did not view it as important, as Agent Donovan would most likely wish to pick her up either way. --- "Hey," Faulias shouted to one of the nearby marines. "Do you know anything about the girl that was brought on board? You know, the hot one?" At the last bit one of the marines looked up from what they were doing and looked like if he was going to go over to Faulias, but before he could do so the sound of heavy metal clad feet could be heard as Evenn came into view, this time wearing no helmet which exposed his sharp features and short dark-brown hair. With his head to compare to rather than just the armor, it was clear that Evenn was by no means small, though no giant like Faulias he looked like if he could off have held his own against the older man should they ever get in a fist-fight. Currently he was smoking a cigarette, which he occasionally moved from his mouth with a gauntlet-less left hand. "You're really worried about her, ain't ya? Despite her almost blowing your head off. Admirable I suppose, that kind of devotion is rare these days." he commented absent-mindedly as he walked up in-front of the cell, and stood there for a few seconds before he turned to Faulias, taking the cigarette in-between his fingers. "She's fine, so far at least. Though considering her mutations, we're having a hard time getting any decisive status reports. I've made arrangements for her to be transfered down here once everything checks out, maybe you'll have someone to talk to should your stay become a long one." Evenn said, though his voice was the usual 'only-business' it seemed he was not without sympathy. "Lost one of my better men today. Anders, good man, always had my back when the going got tough. And then he gets picked off just like that, by a trigger happy psycho." Evenn paused, his tone sounding like a mix between sorrow and anger as he inhaled deep from his cig. "Ironic isn't it? How someone who's survived space pirate raids and aerial bombardments, is shot down by a single sniper..." Though he did not seem the type, it appeared losing one of his own squad did affect the man. OOC: Sorry if the last bit seems a little out of place, trying to give him SOME personality ^^; |
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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 5 2009, 06:44 PM Post #122 |
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Native Son
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"Funny how that works out sometimes, ain't it?" Grace quipped from her cell. "How the best and the brightest can get taken out so quickly and easily." She had been quiet up until now, leaning up against the back wall and just listening. But now, she sauntered up to the bars and looked Evenn in the eye. "You see, all your training, all your weapons and fancy technology, they don't mean nothin' to me," she said. "Not the way I roll." She reached through the bars and plucked the cigarette from Evenn's hand, taking a long, deep drag. "For example," she continued, "when I bust outta this cell, I'm gonna strangle you my shoelaces." ............................. The little craft spun wildly out of control, like a car that had just run over a patch of ice. Donovan grasped with the controls as best he could, trying his best to right the ship. "You should know," he said as he struggled with the stick, "that I am not a trained pilot." The ship just barely skimmed the atmosphere, kissing the edge like a rock skipping across a pond. Each time they were shaken by turbulence for that brief moment, until Donovan was finally able to bring the craft under some semblance of control. They weren't exactly flying straight, but at least it wasn't so erratic. "So... you're turning yourself over to me..." the Agent said. In truth, he was totally focused on flying the ship, or at least attempting to fly, so he wasn't exactly processing the meaning of what he was saying. Edited by The Boss, Sep 6 2009, 01:17 AM.
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| ~Metamyth~ | Sep 6 2009, 06:05 PM Post #123 |
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BURMA
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Faulias listened to the Lieutenant Evann speak, of his fallen comrade and of Jenosa's condition. Upon hearing another voice from the cell block, and putting a name to the voice, Faulias chuckled. Slowly, the chuckle drew itself out, becoming a hearty laugh before echoing through the entire cell block as a robust cackle. "Grace!" he roared. "The mighty Grey Fox! Here, in a simple Federation holding cell! I suppose that I shouldn't feel so bad about getting captured if they managed to get their hands on you, Fox. Perhaps you should have taken more than just one shot at the group. Or maybe managed a better getaway. Telling the man your plans isn't exactly smart either..." He turned his attention back to Evenn. "And yes, Evann. I am concerned. Mainly since she turned her gun on me and attacked me. Something in her eyes, something just said... that there was something else going on. I just want to know what." |
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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+ | Sep 7 2009, 06:25 PM Post #124 |
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Clockwork Master
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Suffocation... She felt suffocated, completely surrounded in a cool, clear liquid - she barely registered it was water. Yet she could just barely breath - but only enough to think and live; she could only hang in the liquid and move her limbs about weakly. Despite her isolation, however, it felt like she was in many places at once. She could make out vague sensations - mostly touch, sight, and that sixth sense of hers - coming from all sorts of places that she wasn't actually in. She could not make out what they were exactly, but she was glad not to be in the dark. And then the memories started to move faster, blurring and becoming more difficult to discern, with only certain details coming to her. Her liquid prison draining...creatures of all sorts surrounding her, assimilating them...merging with their minds...thoughts, ideas, and new sensations coming to her as she did. ...Revelations... ...Scientists all around her, doing research. ...More information and organisms to assimilate...minds working together along with hers to form a plan...a plan of escape. ...Aggression – fighting – killing – more assimilating- controlling many machines and other entities. All of this flickered through her mind right up until a moment she could had lost her entire form – every bit of flesh or matter gone or uninhabitable. Her body dead, and she raced to find a new, one; one that had been the very obstacle and threat to her, and she struggled for control... Everything became black for a moment before her entire life after her job on Inos flashed once more before her mind. Everything from her vacation, to he sympathy for Omega – to suddenly obtaining certain traits that she had lost in her original body; that sixth sense of hers, mainly. She should have been ecstatic at this unusual occurrence – almost like a gift for helping rescue Omega – and yet she panicked instead at their re-reemergence, worried she'd become virulent, horrified she'd become a monster. And even after having confirmation she wouldn't, she still felt irked about living with them again; as if this wasn't supposed to be who she really was. It felt alien just to even do bounty hunting with them, or to even use them to her advantage. This feeling only began to receded gradually after she had run into a group of odd people, one of them she remember being called Lorrilal, who had given her a piece of advice – and when she had first met a strange entity called Twilight. Her mind snapped like a slight going on, and everything that had occurred recently came back to her. Right up until she found herself pointing her gun at Faulias, ready to shoot out his brains... ------------------ Jenosa's eyes bolted open, fully awake and cognitive of the cold steel floor, the thrumming, mechanical atmosphere of a ship, and the jail cell that told her the bitter truth. And the tears that had streaked down her face. She knew where she was, and the first thing she could think of as she clenched her fists was: Ahhhh shit, why did I have to go and do that? |
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| +Aiko+ | Sep 7 2009, 11:00 PM Post #125 |
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Roffel House!
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"So... you're turning yourself over to me..." “Yes, I am,” Adam replied. While normally he would’ve found Donovan’s poor piloting humorous, Adam wasn’t finding much of anything amusing at the moment. He had way too much on his mind, and there were far too many uncertainties for him to feel comfortable about his situation, or the situation of his friends. He had lost contact with Jenosa and Twilight, and although he wished to help them, he knew that Donovan was his only real hope at getting his long-standing conflict with the Federation resolved. “If you want, you can just tell me where you want to go and I’ll fly us there. Unless, of course, you wish more piloting practice considering I’m not going to allow anyone else to fly the ship?” Adam meant what he said. He wasn’t going to become another pawn. He had turned himself fully over to Donovan, but no one else. Donovan probably hadn’t grasped just how much power he had suddenly acquired, but then again, maybe he did? “Also, I do have a request. I will cooperate fully with you, but please do not ask me to share my technological secrets or allow people to start poking and prodding my hardware. Even I have no real idea how I work and I’d rather not take any chances. The last thing I want is another lobotomy.” |
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| ~Twilight~ | Sep 8 2009, 08:36 PM Post #126 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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As Grace quipped in and more or less just laughed at the fate of Evenn's comrade, his facial expression changed to outright furious. He looked like he could strangle something, or someone... Though as Faulias began to chuckle and then laughing loudly, his evil eye turned to Faulias, thinking the man was laughing at his squads missfortune. Though that missunderstanding was cleared up fairly quickly as Faulias spoke to the Fox, saying a few things he himself had on his mind. "She caught us off-guard while we were briefing some important looking guy on the current situation, decided to just shoot at a group of armed soldiers when the entire city was swarming with em. I'll admit you're unpredictable, Fox, but sometimes you might want to think about the consequences of your actions." Evenn said, turning to stare at Grace mid-sentence, as he drew his hand-cannon sized side-arm. "You should be carefull about threatening your jailer, maybe he has something personal against you, and has the right to kill if you become troublesome. I'd advice to stay down and shut up, because if you don't I'm going to shoot your f***ing leg off." Though his voice remained oddly calm, it was prety clear he meant what he said, as he pointed the gun at Grace. Even if she tried to take it from him, she'd have a prety hard time considering his wide frame coupled with the advanced power armor he was wearing. --- OOC: Here begineth ze joint posty. And while Evenn was busy pointing his gun at Grace, Wight was heading down toward the infirmary, or more precisely, the small med-lab that the transport vessel had near the rear, the entrance being just by the loading ramp (Which luckily was currently not open) for ease of access for embarking soldiers or similiar. Currently part of the lab had been re-designed to treat PED troopers, which included phazon related issues, though it had not been hard for them to make the necessary changes to put Jenosa is a holding cell of sorts. As Wight entered the facility, encompassing a single room at about ten x five meters in size, with a few "side-rooms" for patients, one of which was Jenosa's cell, the few people already inside turned from what they were doing (which was just routine checks on the few soldiers who had been wounded, or checking their PED systems for damage) and looked at him for a second, before they turned back to their duties. Though few knew who he truly was, most of the crew on the transport vessel he was on knew he was part of "some" special-ops division "somewhere", and so did not question why he came to the lab. Currently Wight had discarded his cloak, and so appeared fully visible in his highly advanced stealth suit, which appeared mostly like a dark grey "muscle-suit" with thin black armor plating over areas where it did not hinder mobility, like the chest and thighs. And over his face he wore a mask of the same color and design as the rest, with a black fiber-like material acting like visor goggles. All in all, the armor suit did not give much about him away, only his general build, which was tall and slim, but muscular. Ignoring the med-lab workers, Wight walked straight up to Jenosa's cell and began to scan the many monitors that had been set up to monitor her condition as well as scan her biological structure. All that really separated Wight from Jenosa was a force-field like barrier. Jenosa wasn't one to dwell on mistakes too often; if anything, she was stubborn and would always look for ways out of a situation. And even though there was regret and guilt for what happened, especially since having affected a comrade that she was actually beginning to warm up, she wasn't to let up. Hell no, she was a survivor. Besides, there was still no idea what happened to Faulias afterwards, and the guy seemed stubborn like she was. And desribing him like that made her laugh inwardly. She got up like there wasn't a bit of despair to be had - being held captive wasn't about to scare her - and surveyed the place. The first thing her eyes locked onto was the black suited ops guy checking a panel near her cell. "Well, what a coincidence" she chimed in greetings, "I got the feeling I'd have to wait hours for my captors to come; assuming you aren't in the mood to chat." Though Wight was not surprised by Jenosa being awake, he had watched her from the corner of his eyes afterall, the way she greeted him, her self-control as well as seemingly perfect condition did. It hardly showed, but Wight's neck twitched slightly as she spoke, though merely a second later he turned toward her completely. It might just have been a coicidence or imagination. "Normally that would indeed have been the case, but from what I've read about you, you appear to be connected to the infestation currently spreading on the planet. And I'd like for you to tell me everything you know about it, well, everything important." Wight said 'matter-of-factly', though as usual his voice was slightly distorted by the mask he wore. Jenosa frowned distinctly at the mention of the infestation; she clearly didn't look happy at the news she had been told. She would, by all means, spill the beans with complete cooperation; she would do all she could to help keep innocent people from needlessly dying. "It's a very nasty virus called the Scurge. There isn't much that can protect you from it aside from the suit I wore, although I don't know if anyone else but me can use it. My best advice is to wipe out any red or purple goo as soon as you can; burning would be good. And it can spread through any active electrical power source like wild fire; cut off the power if you can." "Most of all, I suggest you be on the look out for any abnormal behavior within machines, or any funny critters that don't look to be native." Wight crossed his arms and nodded as Jenosa began explaining this so called virus. Though he was fairly surprised how cooperative she was, the report from Lieutenant Evenn suggested she was not entierly friendly with whatever creatures this so called Scurge created. As she began to explain how to best deal with it, he waved for one of the workers in the lab to come over to him. "Record what she says, and try to figure out how to best deal with the situation once finished." He simply ordered, the man just nodded hastily as he scrambled for a recording device. "How can I be certain fire will actually hurt it? Apparently phazon had little effect against these creatures. However we have the area securely quarantined, with a dozen squads patrolling the areas around the quarantine itself to make sure it does not spread. I do have one other question for you though, you used a weapon against some of those... Creatures... Previously, which took them down nearly right away, I want to know what it was and how it works." Jenosa shrugged, and replied, "I believe it's called having the right tool for the right job. Throw a single dissapaiter shot into a clumped crowd of condensed energy entities, and voila, chain reaction - and that's exactely what I did. Well, assuming the shot is powerful enough to set it off, and mind you on energy, nothing fleshy or mechanical." "And the same might go for that phazon. Don't ask me how I know, I just have a gut feeling these creatures have developed a specific resistance to phazon, but not fire. Look, I don't know what better way to get rid of the stuff, I just remember cooking these big bugs with with fire as strong as a flame throwers. Although, phazon does tend to drive their senses nuts." Wight raised a brow at her reply, but of course it was not visible due to his suit. His voice sounded skeptical however. "Really..." Though he paused after this and crossed his arms once more. 'I suppose if she is telling the truth that there aren't a whole lot left to ask her... Though there are one last thing I need to figure out...' He thought as he raised his head to look straight at her again. "I'll buy what you've told me so far, though if it turns out to be a lie, you'll get no more special treatment. But before that... I did a quick background check on you, but there are no registration within Federation space, from where do you hail and how did this virus spread here?" "Hey, I'm telling you what I know now. I haven't fought with these things in a while, and who knows what could have changed." She made a smirk at how she didn't come up in the databanks. "Confederation space. Nice place if I say so myself, although I'm not sure about now. As for how it spread here, I don't know. Possibly a creature hitched a ride from Confederation space and got here in a nice tight package; people bring in so many foreign critters because they look cute." Jenosa partially lied the last part. She didn't have a confirmation, but she was pretty sure it had to do with Gellion. Yet...she didn't want to tell him that. She didn't fully trust the Federation... Though he didn't say anything, the way he stood completely frozen while he kept his gaze at Jenosa said all that was needed. Wight obviously did not appreciate the way she nearly joked about the question. "...Very well then. Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I'll just assume you are the cause. You're quite clearly not human, even a preliminary scan gives it away, trying to hide it is futile. I will return later, I will give you one more chance to explain yourself, and you better chose your words carefully." Wheter it was her not telling the truth (which was hard for him to tell) or her choise of response to his last question, it became clear fairly quick that Wight was a "no-bullshit" kind of person. And after uttering that last sentence, he turned right around and walked out the door. "Tch, testy bastard aren't you," she muttered under her breath, wondered about her own choice of words. She found herself in a difficult position in where she'd have to confess there was a intelligence behind the spread of the infestation. True, it might making dealing with the Scurge threat easier, but who knew, maybe the Feds would get their own ideas and try to use them. Worse, she didn't want there to be an all out open war between the Confederation and the Feds. A few minutes after Wight had left a squad of marines came to pick Jenosa up, as they brought her to the cells, and put her in a energy cage opposite of Faulias own cell. She was at least glad to know she was being placed somewhere else, and relief appeared on her face when she saw Faulias active as ever. "Faulias! I thought you'd be as stubborn as I was. How you holding up?" OOC: Last bit should be several minutes after "current time" in the above portions, so just assume things have gotten a bit more civil or Evenn having walked out of sight or the like after the current situation is resolved. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Sep 12 2009, 06:50 PM Post #127 |
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"You should be carefull about threatening your jailer, maybe he has something personal against you, and has the right to kill if you become troublesome. I'd advice to stay down and shut up, because if you don't I'm going to shoot your f***ing leg off." Even with such a large gun pressed against her forehead, Grace never flinched. In fact, she only seemed emboldened by the threat, flashing Lt. Evenn a big smile. "You ain't gonna kill me," she said. "Your superiors want me alive. Otherwise they'd have shot me dead on the spot 'stead of bringing me aboard." Grace reached out and patted Even on the cheek. A bold move, no doubt about it. Almost as bold as her words. She backed away from the bars a bit, that smile still on her face. "How ya doin' there, Kayhorn?" she shouted out to Faulias without breaking eye contact with Evenn. "Guys like you just don't ever learn, do they?" She sidled back to the rear of her cell, melting into the darkness. It was up to Faulias to figure out exactly what she had meant by that. ............................. “Also, I do have a request. I will cooperate fully with you, but please do not ask me to share my technological secrets or allow people to start poking and prodding my hardware. Even I have no real idea how I work and I’d rather not take any chances. The last thing I want is another lobotomy.” "Understand, I can only promise so much," Agent Donovan responded. He had finally managed to get the ship to fly in more or less a straight line, though his feet were still instinctively searching for pedals that weren't there. "I can assure you that you'll receive no such treatment at my hands. I cannot vouch for my superiors, however. I can say that I will do whatever in my power to prevent that from happening. "I don't think it will come to that though. Section 6 is more accommodating than you may have been led to believe. Particularly if you prove to be reliable. Where's the gas and brakes on this thing?" |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Sep 13 2009, 11:45 PM Post #128 |
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While Fox and Lt. Evenn verbally duked it out, there was subtle action behind the scenes. The Energy Cell across from Faulias powered on, crackling as the energy fields stabilized before they parted, and an individual was thrust in. Evenn, in his massive suit, was blocking the view from Faulias' cell, and Faulias himself was too busy listening to the conversation to take notice at first. Grey, however, had apparently had enough of toying with Evenn. "How ya doin' there, Kayhorn?" she shouted out to Faulias without breaking eye contact with Evenn. "Guys like you just don't ever learn, do they?" "I'm in a fucking jail cell, Fox. We both know how I'm doing right now," Faulias shouted. He paused for a moment, as if contemplating what Grey Fox had finished saying. After a second or two, he blurted out, "And no, I don't ever learn, but neither do you. You talk too much." The fun of teasing inmates was enough for Evenn for the time being, it seemed, as he had left the jail quarters right before Faulias heard a familiar voice: "Faulias! I thought you'd be as stubborn as I was. How you holding up?" His face grew a monstrous grin as he heard the voice of Jenosa. Even though she tried to shoot his face off not too long ago. He turned around and gripped the bars of his cell, shaking them and causing them to rattle as he laughed. "Jenosa!" he bellowed. "I'm well enough, though I'm a bit worried about you. Mainly with the fact that you almost killed me and everyone else that was there. What happened back there, was that the Scurge you were telling me about on the ship?" Although he had said he was fine, he hid his right arm behind his back. It still had a protruding blue vein that hadn't dissipated yet. |
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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+ | Sep 16 2009, 11:20 AM Post #129 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa's smile widened in comfort when she heard Faulias's bellow; she...found it relaxing that he wasn't infuriated at her for her actions, but rather concerned. And at that, Jenosa's frowned when she began to explain herself. "Yes, that was them; at least those those things with skulls was the scurge," she replied in a serious tone, "And that's just one variant. But...what happened back there with you and me - wasn't quite the Scurge's doing, although maybe in part..." She heaved a sigh, pausing for a good moment, looking at the jail cell suspiciously, hesitant to speak about everything else for many reasons. It was very possible that black-armored agent could be watching and listening to their conversation, or someone else; and even so, it was only a matter of time before he came to question her again. Not only that, but she was slightly afraid of what Faulias would...think of her now if she gave him a description. The choice weighed heavily on her, as so many things could happen with what she simply said. If she explained about what the Confederation were really doing, it could open up war, and while she wasn't a fan of her government, she still missed her home - she didn't want to miss it permanently. And there was also the matter of her own state; the smell of steal within the brig held cold comfort that she could spending time in a far worse place - and she never liked science that much. The latter, though, didn't gravely worry her as the former; she was sure she'd find a way to escape; but once information leaked out, it was hard to stop with a network in place. This, combined with Faulias's attentive and awaiting stare made her frustrated at there being so many complications... "Dammit!" she hissed, punching the force field, her fist creating a small, minute waver around her fist - oddly, the effect wasn't normally seen on these sort of force fields done by such a simple action, but nor did it threaten the field itself. Then those tough green eyes looking at Faulias softened surprisingly; yes, she was worried about what he might think, but, even in the short time she had gotten to know him, it just didn't sit right with her keeping him in the dark. She decided to take a chance. "Look, what happened back there, I..." and she went on to describe how the phazon radiation had affected her, and, to the best of her vocabulary, what happened after she had been struck by the PED blast. She made a short, concise description of how she nearly lost herself, and pointed out with irony that the only way she survived was by embracing the very instincts she had loathed - a fact that had now left her momentarily confused as to why she ever had. And then she mentioned the grueling truth she was afraid to speak of. "...But when I became conscious again, I - I was certain that Gellion, that blue, human-like Scurge replica agent you faced, had actually helped me. He was there, at the hiding during the fight, I was sure - he helped me recover from the blast and my mental state; I - just don't know why he did. All I know was that I wanted to kill of every PED trooper because their devices had driven me up the wall, and I only attacked you because that phazon of yours kept me from recognizing you." And that was a question that indeed left her puzzled; why did he help her; she knew he knew that she was a potential threat to his kind, so why? He had so many opportunities to get rid of her; she somehow understood that she could be a great obstacle to them - and ironically all to well. Not only that, but she left out the part where she actually...enjoyed having her mind synced with his. It irked her to know it wasn't really right, sharing information with a creature she loathed, hated, and distrusted - and yet, it felt completely natural to be bask in the sensation and thoughts of them. She then cracked a smile at him and stated in good humor, "But I got a good feeling I won't be doing that again." And at that, she looked directly at one of the jail cameras and tapped her ear. The sign was quite clear: she had wanted anyone eaves dropping to hear their conversation. Inwardly, though, she felt like she was taking a very big risk; but then again, she had always taken lots of risks before. |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Sep 16 2009, 09:45 PM Post #130 |
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"I certainly hope you won't be, you broke my suit again, you know. It's pretty bad; I'll have to improvise with what I have whenever I get it back." Faulias, through their entire conversation, hadn't been able to keep a smile off his face. For some reason, he was just glad Jenosa was there. It felt good to be in prison but not alone for once. When Jenosa tapped her ear, Faulias glanced over at the camera, shrugged, and nodded his head. With a wave, he turned around from his friend, making sure to hide his right arm from view, as that arm still had the easily-discernible blue vein on it. Slowly, he lowered himself into the cold corner, plopping down with a grunt onto the floor of the cell. He put his arm up on his bent knees, turning it so that, again, the vein was hidden from view. Quietly, he thought back to what the analysts had said about it. ~ "He's practically drenched in Phazon radiation right now," the first doctor said. "Shouldn't we be wearing suits to protect ourselves from it?" One of the scientists shook his head. "PED Phazon is designed not to be contagious through airbourne means. Of course, it's still bad if you get it on you." "Right, so let's get it off him." Men in hazard suits came up to Faulias a few moments later, carefully extracting the liquid phazon lingering on his skin and placing it in Biohazard Bins, carting them along with them as they left the testing chamber. The only evidence of the Phazon ever being on him was the large blue vein left on his right arm. The scientists looked at it curiously, doing scans with handheld scanners and scribbling down notes. "Looks like some absorbed into his system, and enough to turn this vein Phazonic." Doctors raised their brows. "That's odd, Phazon usually requires more exposure than that to take such effect... Wait... what's it doing now?" As the onlookers spoke, the vein began to turn lighter and lighter, before disappearing entirely in a manner of seconds. Everyone watching was speechless for a minute or so; after that, everything began to bustle, examiners prodding Faulias in every place imaginable to find a reason. The scanners indicated that the phazon was still in his system. It was just dissipating from his right arm's vein. But for even as much phazon as had been absorbed, Faulias showed none of the normal symptoms; it almost looked like it had never happened, other than the scrapes and bruises on his body from the fighting. So, he was released, and that was to be the end of it. ~ Now, the vein had come back, for whatever reason. He didn't know why, he just knew it made him really uncomfortable... and concerned about Jenosa. She had said that she couldn't see him through the Phazon in the battle before... ...what happened if the Phazon in his system grew to proportions great enough to make it permanent? |
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