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Descending Twilight
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"Commander Gellion is one of the Scurge!?" Wight nearly yelled in surprise, though for those who knew Wight more than others, him raising his voice was usually a sign of anger than anything else. He had just witnessed the recording of what Jenosa had said down at the cell 'block', and was fairly baffled by what she had said to Faulias. Though his suspicious nature made him vary that it could very well be a trick. That she knew of Gellion on the other hand, suggested there might be a grain of truth in it, which annoyed him greatly. "Where is Gellion...?" He asked one of the uniformed men sitting monitoring the security feeds. "We don't know sir, we haven't heard from him since he fought with Kayhorn and the target. He was presumed to have died, but if she tells the truth, he might be hiding on the planet right now." The first of the two officers said, whereupon Wight turned away and began to walk out of the room. "I see... Inform me immediately if you find his location, I wish to have a word with him." And after giving that last order, he disappeared into the corridors of the transport ship.

In the meantime, Twilight had begun to stir which became obvious by how his limbs began to twitch at the same time as he jerked his head as far forward as he could while being restrained, almost in the same reaction as someone being electrocuted. However, going by the words of the security officers it was most likely the phazite plate he was strapped to that was the cause of his reaction. A mix between a hiss and a screech escaped the big hole in Twilight's helmet as he fought to get loose from what bound him, instinctively trying to get as far away from the harmful substance as possible.

The straps which held Twilight in place was strong, made to be capable of lifting the heaviest of Federation crates, yet they seemed to slowly give in to his relentless attempts at breaking free, making it clear that they had not been fastened enough. The moment they began to give however, an alarm began to blare in the security room which caused the two security officers to stand up straight as they turned their attention back to the screens, which was displaying Twilight's "cell", with red text scrolling across it giving out warning messages. There were no words among the two, as they both reached for each of the phazon valve releases, and pressed the switch nearly simultaneously.

With a sound reminiscent of de-pressurization, a big meter sized round hole in the top of Twilight's cell opened as liquid phazon began to gush down instantly covering the restrained Ing in the substance, before flowing off the phazite plate and onto the floor, where it began to pile up. There were apparently no noise other than the flowing of the phazon, however believing so would be fooling oneself for the only reason one could not hear Twilights piercing cry of pain, was that he was being completely drowned in the phazon. In just a few seconds the valve closed, stopping further phazon from flowing into the cell, however that did little difference for Twilight, who was completely covered in the substance, and remained so for almost ten seconds before several smaller valves opened in the floor of the cell, slowly draining the liquid phazon. But once it had diminished enough to clearly see Twilights slumped form, it was obvious he was unconscious.

With a sigh of relief, the two officers returned to their other duties, or more likely lack thereof.

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It became obvious it took every bit of restraint Evenn had in him not to fire his gun when Grace reached out and patted him on the cheek. Not only had she killed one of his men, she had insulted the man, him and the entire Federation, and now she had the audacity to belittle him! Though as she stepped away and began to adress Faulias, he gritted his teeth as he withdrew his gun and put it back in it's holster. "You're trying my patience girl, lucky for you I've got plenty. I hope you find a way to get out of that cell, so I can shoot your fat ego down myself." Evenn said angrily as he began to stomp away out of the cell block and out of sight. Just in time to miss out on Jenosa's big explanation of the events down on the planet.

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The transport ship had floated silently in orbit above the planet now for several hours, as most of the fleet had withdrawn and only one cruiser class ship remained alongside a dozen smaller ships which acted as a shield for the transport. It was clear they were waiting for something, and in a few more hours time, it became clear what when a small cruiser class ship emerged from the depths of space, at least twenty times larger than the one Twilight and the rest of the captives were currently in, and with a large hatch on it's underside. It was a cruiser designed for transporting other ships incapable of hyperspace travel. Actual loading of the fairly large transport would probably take at least another hour however, which Wight used to try to locate Gellion. Though he had no intentions of bringing the 'man' on-board even if he did locate him.
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Over the years in her career, Jenosa had become moderately patient when traveling from point A to point B; but usually this patience was surrounded by an abundance of freedom and things to help busy herself, like checking over her weapons, looking out of the front view into the stars and simply being able to move around. Being in a jail cell was the complete opposite, because space was short and the room was just so bland that it was like the beds and toilets weren't even there.

And as the hours stretched on, it was clear that she was growing anxious for many reasons. Chiefly speaking, what will happen to them all when they reached her destination, and to take her mind off of things, she began doing all sorts of routine excercises and stretches, including the basic sits and push ups. She wouldn't do it all in one stretch either, but in an on and off manner most of the time, taking breaks, but once in a while she would go into a long series.

Now having burned up a lot of her anxiety, she sat down exhaling, feeling a few aches and pains here and there, but nothing she wasn't used to. She'd recover, but it felt good to stretch every ligament in her entire body; she just felt more relaxed because of it.

Her mind no longer focused on what was going to happen to them or what she had spoken about a few hours ago, she turned to look at Faulias, who appeared to be rather busy with his own suit. Wanting someone to talk to, she spoke to Faulias with a chuckle, “You're been awfully busy with that suit of yours. How much damage did I do it anyway?”



Gellion did not intend to stay on the surface of the planet. The Federation would no doubt have scanned the Scurge bio-energy signature and thus would put him in danger if he went back; especially since his kind had not developed any method for him to yet fool scanners. There was also the frustrating matter that he had to plan by himself without the being connected to the rest of his kind, an annoying and long task.

This was another reason why he desired to have Jenosa with the rest of his kind; through what they share, he could tel she was...very used to being independent and alone; a fact that would aid him through her experiences He never understood how some creatures preferred to be alone in isolation, since every part of his kind needed one another to accomplish their tasks. They were cable of what humans would call...teamwork, although he guessed being alone had it's...strength. It was why his kind chose him him for these away missions; being able to think independently when no one could talk to you was useful, at least to an extent.

And right now, he had to think of quite a few things, but most of them were small, such as the outbreak that had occurred. It was not intended, as it was the presence of the Unhinged Substance – the material that was called 'Phazon' by the federation – that had made the small bit of virus within his and Faulias's infected weapon to become highly virulent. It was something he would have to report, as well as the unpredicted mess it caused; and unfortunately, the damage had already been done, as by now, he was pretty sure the Federation had recorded and transmitted the readings of the Scurge.

It would pose a problem for sure, but it was an obstacle they would find a way to overcome; although he had no idea how much information the Federation learned, and what they might have done with Jenosa. It bothered him that he had no way of-

Finding out. He had an idea, but it was risky and involved interacting with human minds, an unpredictable factor that he could not control externally. It was certainly an...unorthodox method he would be using, at least to his kind, and it was a – difficult decision. He could just leave, he rationalized for a moment, leave and just track them; after all, Jenosa was expendable and if she died; it wouldn't pose as a huge loss to lose her. The risks outweighed the benefits of taking such an action – so why did the idea even come up, and more importantly, why did he want to implement it.

He slumped in the chair of his ship, the room dark and the shadows emitted by the few lights oddly lugubrious. He didn't like being...alone at all in this strange situation – he didn't want to be.

He clicked the comms button, and opened a frequency. “This is commander Gellion reporting,” he answered in common, neutral tone, “What appears to the status of the mission?”
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Faulias laughed as he looked at the pulsing blue vein on his arm, hidden behind bits of his armor that had been set up on a stand, both of which the GFeds were kind enough to give to him in prison. "Quite a bit," he responded to his companion. "You've got quite the right hook when you're insane." While it was odd that they actually allowed him to work on and repair his suit with proper equipment as a traitor, it was little use to think of escape at the time being; the cell would resist anything short of a battlecruiser's cannon anyway, so it didn't matter much. And should they escape, what then? It's not like they would run out the door to safety.

"Jenosa... I've been meaning to ask you something since you've come back." Faulias put down his tools, taking a deep breath. He looked down at his arm again. It pulsed in response before he rolled the sleeves of his work uniform down to try and cover it. "You said you couldn't see me through the fog of the Phazon's influence before... do I still look the same as before all of that now? Does anything look... 'different' about me?"
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Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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Jenosa laughed back in response to Faulias's quick reply. "Never underestimate a woman when she get's angry - and no, it's not related to PMS dammit," she added.

She then raised an eyebrow out of curiosity when Faulias mentioned he had wanted to ask her something back before, wondering what it was. And it was definitely a very curious question indeed. "Well, for the record, I sensed you rather than 'saw,' and the only reasoned I lashed out was because your usual...bio-energy you emit was being masked by the active phazon gizmo. I couldn't tell it was with you with my back and turned, and in a way, you sort of surprised me. It was when I actually did see you that stopped me from blasting your head off."

"But," she continued with a bemused glance, "you don't...seem different. Unless...your referring to what I don't physically see, which is difficult to tell from behind a force filed." The electromagnetic field created by the force field easily blocked out Faulias's own bio-energy. "Why do you ask?" she said with a concern in her eye

Now she worried a little; if her hunch was right, something about that...phazon stuff might have affected Faulias, although she had no idea how it would; or what symptoms to look for. Even so, she wasn't about to mention it to Faulias, at least not directly.
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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."
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"No reason," Faulias said quickly. "I just thought that phazon might have gotten into my system somehow. The doctors cleared me of any quarantine-worthy material, so I would say we're in the green." He looked at his arm and sighed. Then, he picked up his tools and began to work again, specifically on the Gauntlet of his suit.

The Breaker Gauntlet was his favorite aspect of his customized suit, as it was completely unique. He had built it himself and integrated it manually into the suit's nervous systems with the utmost precision. It allowed him to relieve some of his more primal urges with brutal, often grotesque, results, occasionally with the smell of burning flesh, a result of the energy that coursed through the nodes on the fingers and palm of the gauntlet.

As he looked over the phazon lead lines that were left leading to the suit, however, he noted their construction: fibers of tungsten carbide interwoven into a thick, impenetrable mesh, coated with flexible carbon plating for a bit of durability on the exterior. That kind of construction should not have broken so easily... it made him wonder what really would have happened had Jenosa not stopped, her pistol to his face, back on the planet...

"When the virus takes a hold of you, do you get stronger? Is that how you overpowered me so easily?"
"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."


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Jenosa relaxed a little when Faulias said he was OK, although she still felt it was odd for him to have asked that question; you wouldn't ask it unless you had an actual reason. She guess he thought he might look different to her because of the phazon that they had been around during the battle.

As silence descended for a moment between them, Jenosa decided to let the rest of her muscles loosen up by lying down on her back. Despite the current nature of their predicament, it felt rather relaxing up until Faulias ask her a question again, this one actually making sense to her. She turned her head in reaction, and then looked back up at the ceiling in contemplation.

She had the urge to tell him that the virus hadn't taken over her mind; rather, it had been been a blend of thoughts. A kind of unity between minds that made it feel like she was gracefully manipulating the energy held by her gauntlets, when it in part, it was because of Gellion's help and experience; and that she had only hit him because she had surprised him.

She also wanted to tell him that she had, to an extent surprisingly enjoyed the experience, and a part of her lust to go through it again, despite how it now made her feel disgruntled upon reflection. Afterall, she reveled in proving her independence in the dangerous world she lived in, and never once did she think becoming linked to a sort of hive mind; originally thinking the concept had been quite disgusting. Hell, she-

She snapped out of it, finding herself inwardly bemused as to why she'd be willing to share such...private information with Faulias. True, it wasn't often she met many guys like him, but still...she barely knew him - it didn't matter, though, she wasn't about to go spilling her guts, not when there was eaves droppers, and not with the chance of him becoming unnecessarily paranoid of her behavior.

What he doesn't know can't hurt him, she thought, confident she would have full control of herself this time around.

"I wouldn't necessarily say I was physically stronger," she replied, cracking a smirk at the idea of having Hercules strength within her female frame. She then looked at her hands, slowly flicking her fingers as she continued, "Honestly, I'm not sure how I busted through that armor of yours. It's hard to remember when my mind was being driven nuts by all the phazon about the air and coursing through my - body!" She sat up in realization, "Hey, that might be it. I...I vaguely remember 'breathing' on the ambient energy - it really bothered me a lot at first, but after I got back up, I seemed to have gotten used to it a bit - and I started wielding whatever stuff I took in. Man, now that I remember, it didn't have that addiction you described, probably because of I'm different; but dang, it must of sure had a kick when my own gauntlets began wielding it."

She heaved a sigh to give herself a break, and then continued with smirk at what she had actually done, "One things for sure though, I don't think my body would have enjoyed too much of that blue stuff in me for long. Had a queasy feeling when I used it, like I just used a teleporter." She looked at Faulias directly and asked, "You ever used a Confederation teleporter? I swear, no matter how many times I use them, they nauseous."
"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."
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(OOC: I can’t remember where we were supposed to go, Jefe, so I’m kinda pulling this out of my butt. I haven’t been keeping up with the RP very well either, so apologies for any inconsistencies. I’m not sure where everyone is. Jefe, we're behind the others, maybe you can skim over Adam's commission into section 6 and then get us up to speed?)

Although Donovan needed to learn how to fly the ship, reentry was too delicate an operation to fumble. Adam gently coaxed the controls away from Donovan, giving the man a realtime HUD filled with instructions about how to safely navigate the ship through what was arguably the most common yet difficult task a ship had to take.

“Brakes are optional,” Adam explained. “The atmosphere is your brake. This ship doesn’t have a large flight surface, but it’s enough to slow your airspeed. Observe.”

The flight gently curved, burning speed in a similar fashion as the first space faring vessels. It was the safest and most economical way to enter atmosphere, even if it wasn’t the fastest.

“I’m being pinged by several sources,” Adam reported. He had chosen to remain uncloaked as he entered the atmosphere, figuring any military installations would be quick to tell him where they were if they perceived a threat. They hadn’t disappointed. “If you don’t want us to get shot down, I think you should explain what’s going on?”
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"Ugh, you have no idea how many times I've done that," Faulias laughed. "Got so dizzy once that I fell on one of the maintenance officers in charge on the other side. In full armor, no less." He chuckled again, motioning to the massive shell of metal on the stand. "But that's a different story; you mentioned you got a queasy feeling from the Phazon as you used it? That's usually a side effect afterward, not during. Must have something to do with your... condition."

He spoke the last word carefully, as there were still a few guard patrolling the grounds here and there, and he didn't want to cause a ruckus by stating openly that Jenosa had a super-parasite that she could control flowing through her body.

"Well," he said, after a heavy sigh, "now what are we supposed to do? Any ideas?"
"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."


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Jenosa made a short chuckle at Faulias's short story, and hummed in agreement with what he said about the Phazon. Her body just didn't like having it in her system, and she knew; although, as of now, she didn't quite see herself having a condition. Really, she saw herself as a normal human being who just happen have a slight change in...'physiology - just as a man's metabolism would change after exercise, or a person's body would grow an immunity to a disease. Subtle changes like that, although her's was rather...unique and extremely 'rare.'

Hell, cyborgs still called themselves human even though a good portion of their body was 'different,' so why should she be considered any different. Her's just changed...naturally, and it was a fact that she had learned all-too recently. She wondered why she had ever bickered about the virus before; ok, well she had to admit, she had no idea how the virus would have changed her physiology, and there was the possibility that it could have killed.

But that was worries she had gotten over, and at the moment, she didn't see virus but just herself. She doubted she needed to convince Faulias about this; let him think what he thought of it for now. She'd describe the situation about herself later, not with prying ears.

At that, she had to be careful with what she said to Faulias in about what they were going to do next; although, as she sat and rested on her legs in thought, she doubted there wouldn't be much to hide. She looked around her cell, as if trying to find any clue as what to do, but sighed in defeat.

"Honestly," she replied, "I have no idea." She didn't state how, even if they got out of their cells, there was still the matter of guards and the fact that they were on a ship; especially with the current state of their 'armor' that they had, she doubted they'd get far with the PED troopers. "I suppose all we can is simply do is...wait."
"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."
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