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| ~Gate~ | Jan 17 2009, 11:28 PM Post #21 |
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G.A.T.E.
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"Dammit..." Gate continued to walk the street he had been going along for about five blocks now, not knowing where the hell he was. though this was not his real problem. although it had only been a few minutes since he got out of the police station and started "searching" for Adam, Gate already knew he would get nowhere fast from the initial indications. the GL (Gate Lifeform) had already been scanning the channels using his best sensory abilities within his body and had come to a bad conclusion with his findings. Adam had not left any of his usual indicators in the normal ways that he used to contact gate in the event that gate had been following him. he had left no breadcrumb trail that gate could detect of any form. normally, Adam would have left some kind of secret message buried away in some out of the way abandoned communications grid for gate to find. somewhere no one would have cared to look as something no one cared to look at. to one who knew how to find and translate it, however, they would have been easily able to identify the recipient and the sender. that was something, thankfully, the federation had not put much effort into. the breadcrumb messages were still safe from what gate could tell. but he wouldn't leave it to chance. trying to find adam on normal lines was an awful idea: the signal to Adam, even using codenames would be far to suspicious and attract far too much attention. Gate guessed there were far too many sharks in those blood-filled waters to risk a swim, so to speak. instead, this time, it was Adams turn to follow. Gate was sure Adam wouldn't mind if it finally meant they found each other. Gate would leave Adam a message just like usual: same place, same encoding....even if Gate used a codename or two Adam had not seen, he would know just from the messages placement it was his old friend trying to reach him. Gate would now have to act instead of wait. -------------------------- It took gate another five minutes or so of walking to find a place with good enough old communication signals to hack into. it would be easy: quick hack in, leave the random message, log out, leave ASAP. The location? an office building around six blocks to the west from the police station. a good, quiet alley-like road with a few apartment buildings and not many people. that was good. Gate wanted it that way. sneaking into a tiny alcove alongside the office building, nearby an automated trash bin, Gate quickly knelt down next to the bin and hacked into the trash bin's signal receptor, reversed it, boosted the signal, and used it to sneak into the network of the building. Using the buildings old communications network, he left a signal on Adams usual channel, 879-D. This was a message that, hopefully, will get his attention. the message, when fully translated properly from gibberish code hidden in a "backdoor" within the junk mail, would read.
As gate sent the message into the system along with a timestamp to give Adam an idea of the timeframe in which he had left the message, he put his hand to his forehead and closed his eyes, envisioning the moment he had made the promise to Adam so long ago, he repeated it to himself like a creed. "When you need me, I'll be ready." At that point, gate began powering up his subsystems within his body. he would have to be ready at a moments notice to check the messages, and get ready to move. a transparent screen seemed to appear in his vision as he brought up a quickload command window within his body systems. -----------------------
A strange sensation passed over gate as his systems became truely active again. almost like his entire body was awakening from a strange sleep and cracking its joints. To be honest, however, he really couldn't describe his feeling to anyone else: it was unlike anything else he had ever felt before, as ever time he did this he felt another, new sensation rise from the depths of his self, his "soul" if the only GL in existence actually had one. At any rate, however, he knew the stakes: he was probably going into combat like a three-legged wolf: it had been so long since he had fixed or even activated all his systems to perform a check. it was worse then he thought. 29% was, after all, lower then the tax rate on the highest income individuals in the federation. and 65% module readiness wasn't too hot, either. especially since he would probably be needing to use the stealth module. His overall system performance was also a hit to his morale. For now, however, he would just have to hope and wait. he would wait at his current position, check the messages in 5 minutes, then move to another, more secure location to check again. if Adam didn't respond, Gate might have to take matters into his own hands. Its up to you, Adam. hope your nostalgic enough to check your secret mailbox, Old man. Edited by Gate, Jan 18 2009, 12:03 AM.
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"Love, in its many forms, is life's greatest gift. Its the one worth fighting for. I died for it once...and even though it didn't turn out so well for me, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything differently." -Terron Xennoth- | |
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| +transcon+ | Jan 18 2009, 04:42 PM Post #22 |
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Metroid Specialist
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It was a derelict space station adrift in the ass end of space. At one time, it was called the Elysium, but the Galactic Federation wrote it off as a total loss in a war twenty years ago with another alien faction who had later joined in a peace treaty. Now, it was home to a small band of raiders. Intel suggested that they were responsible for a smuggling operation of contraband using shipping lanes and independent transports, as well as hijacking of freighters for their own use. Ryan Connel had a bone to pick with them. He had met with Dr. Tara Dillard on the Randklev about a week ago looking for assistance. She had an idea. For almost a year, she had been working with her own pet project. She had been tutoring a special student in basic education and social integration. Meanwhile, she was advancing her own research as a xenobiologist, and continuing her endeavors that were once lost to the Biologic Space Laboratories Incident. Omega-Alpha Aran wanted to follow in the footsteps of the one he called "mother", Samus Aran: the infamous bounty hunter. He used such terms as Hunter, Hero, and Hotdog. The latter term, Dr. Dillard believed, was Aiko's fault for getting it lodged into his instinct-based cognizance. Aiko was blamed for a lot of things, of which was breeding a new SA-X host: Dr. Dillard. She believed that Omega-Alpha had the natural skills of being a hunter. After all, this was something that metroids were exceptionally skilled at as being the dominant predator of the Milky Way. With being a sentient being, and his disposition to taking after his "mother", she believed that he should be able to integrate his skills with society in becoming an excellent hunter for the good of the galaxy. In the idea of it being an opportunity to "see a sentient metroid in his natural environment", she suggested that he go with Ryan to Elysium. The space trucker just wanted his truck back. If the authorities got involved, it could possibly take months in getting his baby girl, Gale, back in his possession. With Omega's help, he could get her back tomorrow. So, sometimes in being good, one just had to be bad. Ryan maneuvered through the dim corridors with his Windemerian energy pistol drawn. He had a short sword of the same make strapped to his back next to a pump action twelve gauge slung over his shoulder. He heard the sounds of rushing foot falls of a group of five approaching. Already, he got the sense of a short humanoid toad firing first. The group rounded the corner, and the clairvoyant human knew exactly where to aim. With one pull of the trigger, the toad-man was down on the ground gripping his knee in a scream of pain. Quickly, Ryan darted in through a side door as the remaining four opened fire. He crouched down, peered around the edge of the door way firing four more times dropping two others as shots came dangerously close to his head. The battery alarm went off in the pistol grip of the alien weapon. At that point, he knew he was out of ammo for the blaster. So, he holstered it and drew the shotgun. As the footsteps drew near, he continued to retreat down a catwalk. The second to last henchman rounded through the doorway and found his human target. The redhead really had no where to dodge at this point, so the blue alien-looking creature fired a few shots from his own blaster. That's when things got... freaky. Ryan had a bloody nose when the strange time-bending effect wore off, and he was out of breath. All the alien assailant saw was a strange blur as the shots flew past his target. It was like the human knew exactly where those blasts were going to fly! That was also when he felt a strange burning in his shoulder, then the impact of buckshot, followed by the report of a shotgun; the events of getting shot happening in reverse order. The alien fell over unconscious. The final individual, a hawk-man, saw the events unfold. He couldn't believe his golden colored eyes. As the strange human leveled the shotgun at him, he took off running in a panic. What he saw wasn't natural! It was so alien, it couldn't have been real! That's when he heard a voice call from the catwalk while he ran, "I wouldn't go that way if I were you," Ryan had warned calling out from his position as he tried to catch his breath. The hawk-man stopped in terror as he saw where once the toad-man had lain in agony, a blood trail led down the hall and around the corner. It was as if he had suddenly entered a nightmare. From around that corner where the blood trail led, he could hear strange low trilling noises. He couldn't make up his mind at first, but when he heard the sound of leather boots on deck plating approaching behind him, he decided to chance it. It was on the way to the docks, and there were several craft that he could use to make his escape. He chose poorly. As he rounded the dark corner, he could see an eerie orange pulsing glow through what appeared to be a glass formation floating in the dark. One last trill sound, and there was a fleshy thump on the floor. A flash of blue eyes flickered, and scraping sounds creaked on the deck plates and metal walls. The faint light now emanating from whatever held the light source was standing now, and what the hawk-man saw about made him molt. "I want my truck back," he heard from right behind him. "Hand over the ignition codes, and we'll be square." The fox-man couldn't move. He was paralyzed by the sight. To make matters worse, so Ryan could see, the trucker drew out a small flashlight and clicked it on. The unconscious form of the toad-man lay at the nightmare's feet, still bleeding from the wound in the leg. There were fang marks in his forehead, but not too deep. The victim did look a little pale, however. "Ignition codes," Ryan reminded him, "or my friend here is going to eat you." Omega-Alpha was entirely focused on the bird-man. His jaw hung slack while his fangs wiggled side to side. One last trill to acknowledge this threat made the terrorized ring-leader squeak. "ONE FIVE FIVE SEVEN NINE VICTOR TANGO BRAVO!" he squealed. "Excellent." Ryan gave a nod to Omega, and the metroid returned the gesture. As the trucker walked out of the situation, there was a screech from both the victim and attacker as Omega pounced the hawk-man. ----------------------------------------------- The two were well on their way with freighter, cargo, and bad guys in tact. They were all unconscious, bandaged, and tied. All of them had slight bite marks on their heads. "Not a one killed, and you still managed to feed," Ryan smiled approvingly to the metroid. Omega grinned a big snaggle-fanged smile. He was rather proud that he was able to help a friend, be a hunter, and revel in his nature without killing. He wanted to finish them off and claim them as his own, but by now, he was beginning to know better. He was learning that he didn't have to kill sentient creatures, no matter how badly he wanted to drain them dry. It was something about justice he had learned from his mentor. Not everyone deserved to be killed. Just those who were an immediate threat. These cretins were no threat at all to the most dangerous creature in the galaxy. However, Ryan knew that if something went wrong, Omega could have easily frenzied on these bastards with no remorse for what he did. It would have been only natural for a creature like him. Well, the only remorse would have been the idea that he diverged from The Path set forth by The Mother....... Ryan was checking over his messages that had queued up over the two weeks his ship was in the hands of raiders. There was two forwarded messages:
"Huh," Ryan smiled. "Your old buddy, Twilight sent you a message, Omega. Check it out." He sent the message to a separate monitor so that the metroid could read it. Meanwhile, Ryan continued through his own messages. "How do I reply, chrr?" "Push that, then that. Then, just tell it what you want it to read." Ryan pointed out the touchscreen commands. "Right!" Omega cheered as he followed instruction. "Okay, here it goes.
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 18 2009, 05:45 PM Post #23 |
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Roffel House!
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(OOC: Gate, I will respond to your post soon. This is part one of my post, but I just got a major headache and need to take a break. I'll write more later, don't worry!) Good grief, thought Adam as he heard Fox’s message, she’s really milking the situation, isn’t she? Adam knew that Grey Fox used a variety of aliases, but what really surprised him was that he instantly recognized the voice. He didn’t realize it at the time, but he actually met this woman once before under a different name. It moderately disturbed him that he didn’t realize that the woman he knew as Grace was actually Grey Fox, and that she’d passed the security clearances to be allowed on Sanctuary. She had to be craftier than even a GI for her to slip in under a false alias. Well, at least now he knew what he was up against. He had to admit that her idea was quite brilliant, actually. He knew the Feds would have to up the ante, regardless of whether or not Fox was bluffing. Adam actually laughed when he heard the puff-faced retorts of the man who send out the wanted notice on Twilight. Served him right as far as Adam was concerned. Jenosa’s response had him momentarily scratching his head. It actually took him a while to figure out what she meant, and then he grinned to himself. “Jenosa, don’t move. If the trail’s cold there’s no sense in you hanging around. I’ll be right over.” Adam smirked. Jenosa was hot on Twilight’s tail, and sometimes the best way to hide information was to leave it right out in the open. Jenosa’s ship lifted off without anyone at the helm. It flew in plain sight low over the area, observing traffic laws for the most part. Jenosa hadn’t moved far from her original location, which was perfect. The ship settled down in a small parking lot and the airlock opened. A small piece of metal, roughly the size and shape of a TV remote, flew inside to wait for Jenosa to board. |
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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 18 2009, 08:15 PM Post #24 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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["Good morning, boys and girls... this is the Grey Fox speaking. The one and only. Now, I'm sure you all received the same message I did, the one about the creature known as Twilight. And if you're like me, I'm sure you thought that the government's offer of a mere million credits was... well, kinda insulting. Plus, a simple capture or kill job, that's so... boring. "So, here's what I'm gonna do... I'm gonna give TEN million credits to the person who delivers Twilight to ME. Dead or alive, it really doesn't make much difference to me. Ten million, straight up. Oh, and one more thing... I'm only gonna give the money to one person, so no fair teaming up. Happy Hunting!"] 'So much for keeping it under wraps...' Wight thought as he listened to the message being sent over nearly EVERY channel used by the federation and the hunters... He already had a new goal in mind, as he quit tailing the woman who he believed to have a connection with Twilight, and swiftly disappeared into a nearby alley. After making sure he was alone the federation agent activated his suits stealth field and reached for his comm-unit. "Sir, we seem to have a complication." He said over the radio on a secured frequency. And only a few seconds later there was some static on the other end as a reply came through. ["Yes, I am aware of the situation. What has me wondering however is how this Gray Fox came to know off our little game, any ideas Wight?"] The voice of Dr. Harris came through on the other end, though he seemed as calm as always. Wight stood silently for several seconds after this, pondering possible scenarios in which the Grey Fox could have learned off Twilight and the Bounty, the only likely one he could think off, appart from just by blind luck, is that she had a connection to, or were Jamie Chavez. This idea of his was reinforced by them not having heard anything at all from the woman since entering the planet. "I can not be certain, but we should best check up on the background of Jamie Chavez some more. In the meantime, I will try to locate this Grey Fox." He then said, having thought it through. Harris was silent for a bit after this, but his reply came shortly. ["Hmm, yes, that would seem to be the wisest course of action right now. Very well then."] And with that the connection between the two was cut. Wight did not waste any time sitting around however, as he put his suit in its highest state of stealth, making him nearly invisible even when on the run. Although before he could get far a voice came through his comm-unit. ["Wight, it seems we have a problem. Have you heard what that 'Gray Fox' had to say over the comms?"] The almost completely neutral voice of the Confederation commander came through. Still on the move, moving swiftly through deserted areas, while slowing down somewhat whenever he came to more populated areas Wight responded to the man. "I have already informed my superior, and we are doing what we can to ensure the mission is not jeopardized by this culprit. Please just continue on with the mission." After telling the man of the situation, he immidiately cut the connection between the two, as any form of radio contact could be used to trace his location, something he could not afford when he was hunting someone like the Grey Fox. But if anyone could catch her in her own game, it would be him. --- The soldiers, still in attention even after the hunter had disappeared into the ship seemed to have completely missed the grey fox message somehow, probably too busy looking dignified or something. Though the one with the red tinted armor had simply stood like if on the ready during all this waiting, occasionally glancing about in the vicinity, and then stopping to listed to the Gray Fox message when it came about, though being the elite he was, he did not bother with it, as it seemed the troops in his squad either did not care for it either, or had not heard it to begin with. No point in bringing up potential trouble, they were there to do a job after all. After a few more minutes of waiting Faulias finally exited his ship, fully decked out in his combat armor. "Proxy scans showed nothing of importance," Faulias said aloud, directed toward the G-Fed troops "so we're going to have to do this manually. We'll do manual checks and signature scans of the surrounding buildings in nearby areas. If one of us finds something, we will notify the other. Understood?" "Sir yes sir!" The troops responded in unison, upon which they turned right around and marched back towards their transport, which after they had all loaded up, began to lift off. It flew barely twenty meters above ground at a rather slow pace, probably so that the ships scanners, or those on watch, would not miss out on anything. Meanwhile Twilight had remained hidden by the warehouse window, ocasionally peeking out to see what was going on. It was first when Faulias stepped out in his full suit that Twilight recognized him. He had seen the man on more than one occasion not too long ago, while they were taking care of that phazon crisis. He, like Twilight, had been one of those hired by the federation back then, ironic how Twilight was now his target. But of course, Twilight did not know off the grander ploy at play, even less so that he had just recieved a message from Omega Alpha, as his ship was almost completely shut off, it was set fully to standby until either tampered with or recieving direct commands from him, so there was even the chance Omega would recieve a message saying he was unable to be reached at the time being. --- On the very same frequencies, minus a few considered unecessary, yet another audio message was sent out across planet Atu-3, however this time it was neither the Grey Fox nor any of the commanders on the planet. "Interesting development, I had not expected the Gray Fox herself to bother with such a simple task as a Space Pirate spy. Even less so to attempt to cause conflict within our very ranks. Though I would normally refuse to even acknowledge these despicable actions, I am a man of virtue and recognize that the bounty on the target may have been on the low end, so I am willing to raise the sum to a tottal of three million, for each participating Hunter, on the condition that the target is captured alive so it may be interrogated. In the event you should remain foolish enough to go along with the Grey Fox own plan, I am sure you will understand the consequences on your Bounty Hunter status. Oh, and one last thing. Fox, if you are listening to this, you have best watch your back, for a wolf is on your trail." |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 19 2009, 01:24 PM Post #25 |
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Roffel House!
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A tiny shred of awareness poked at Adam’s attention. One of his old monitoring programs was demanding to be heard. The ancient program was one he wrote while still partly human, and it had almost been forgotten. Thankfully, like an old memory itching to be remembered, Adam’s consciousness had retained the crucial link to a system he had hoped that one day would awaken. Adam smiled broadly in fatherly joy as he read Gate’s message. He hurried to write a response, tremendously excited that after all these years Gate had finally returned. So much had changed. Adam had made the complete transition to GI through the accidental help of Echo, Spurious, and Raxon. No longer was he bound to biological hardware. He had been freed from his worldly prison to roam the expansive, unexplored universe of the Net. He wondered how Gate had changed and found himself looking forward greatly to learning.
Adam smiled to himself. Terron was notoriously bad at math, and he was sure Gate remembered on instance where the man had been too tired to figure out the terminal velocity of his ship (which nearly ended in disaster). After a 15 minute struggle, Terron managed to save himself, but not after ruining half of the flight controls on the shuttle he had borrowed from Gate. A young portion of Adam’s mind felt antsy. Ever since his transition to GI he had felt strange, childish compulsions to do things without thinking everything through. He suspected that it was due to the inherent hyperactivity in all GIs, but suffering from ADD was a new thing for him. The young portion of his mind was so excited about meeting an old friend that it was quite ready and willing to abandon the ship and search out his friend directly. Adam had to use most of his self control to keep himself in check, but he did allow it to attempt one thing. Once five real-time minutes passed to give Gate some time to find cover, Adam reached out with his virtual fingers and tried to find Gate himself. As a former GI, Gate had never truly left electronic systems despite now being tied to a biological body. He had a distinctive aura in the network, and Adam was on his trail like a hound tracking a rabbit. He found it. What, he wasn’t sure, but Adam found something that belonged to Gate. After gently testing its security, he was satisfied with what he found. He uploaded a set of coordinates to the object, along with a time table. He would meet Gate at a pizza place on the edge of town in 10 minutes, and Adam honestly couldn’t wait. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 20 2009, 01:30 PM Post #26 |
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Clockwork Master
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At first Jenosa thought Adam didn't know what she meant, but his response got her smiling. Now I just have to hope everyone else’s listening, she thought. She absent mindedly nodded to Adam's response, and said, "Copy that Adam." As she stood there waiting anxiously for Adam to arrive - every second seeming crucial to her - her mind turned to that strange, bizarre presence she was basked in. It was like the air itself was alive...and aware of her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as she suddenly felt that presence calling out to her; it knew she was here. The sensation running down her spine and flooding her mind was absolutely creepy, no matter how appealing to it seemed; and that's what made it all the more creepier. It wasn't much of a voice but more or less a command; like that of one you would recieve from the instincts of your mind to either do a reflex or run. Only this she had the will not not to obey; even still, she felt a part of her will falter a bit. She felt the urge wrestling her from the back of her mind to call back and acknowledge the presence; trying to blur her identity with someone who she wasn't. The heart-like beating sensation in her entire body returned, if not briefly as she fought down this frightening, terrible urge. She did, the sensation stopped without growing too rapid and strong, and her body still retained it strength. Still, this did nothing against the presence that was attempting to call out to her. It did this for a minute or two, then to her some of her relief, stopped; however, as she got into her ship - a little surprised that it had come instead of another one, but having already seen some of Adam's handy work - she could feel this omnipresent entity breathing down her neck, as though an actual person was walking behind her. It was extremely unnerving, considering that its search for Twilight felt melovolent; and the unfortunate thing was that she couldn't do anything about it. Looking in the air, she thought she spotted a big purple hue in the air, a kind if vision brought on by her infect. This unnerving feeling lifted a little as she realized whatever was searching in the air for Twilight suddenly had its attention drawn to her. That's where the presence was coming from, and it was good to know she was distracting it. Her mind pushed the rest of this feeling aside when she saw Adam with his little hologram device. He could he seemed to like to use it a lot, and said with a wiry smile, "Geez, aren't you the tech whiz here, bringing up my ship and meet me with just an avatar. I'm hoping you got a secure connection, 'cuz I ain't using my ship's comm. if you know what i mean." |
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| ~Gate~ | Jan 20 2009, 09:56 PM Post #27 |
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G.A.T.E.
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Gate checked the channel after a few minutes of waiting, and found a short but sweet message.
To the point, as always, old friend...there is so much to tell you and so little time. i guess ill have to keep the response short and simple.
I need to tell you something about an old. "friend" of mine as well. last time i saw him, he was working to help our kind become a recognized part of the federation.[/quote] Gate closed the channel quickly afterward, looked around and checked his immediate vicinity. no immediate dangers on the street, such as cops, though he swore he could hear the sound of Ice-cream sirens in the distance. It sounded like his over-the-top prank paid off, but he didn't want to stay around to witness his handiwork if the cops did detect his not-so-innocent hack. he already had a bit of a record with his police, thanks to adam's "solution" to getting him on the planet. Gate quickly scanned the street with his eyes, looking for some form of transportation... and he found it, in the form of an old car parked not too far away from his position. it looked awful. almost like someone in their 60s would drive it, but it looked like gates best bet to get moving... he quickly walked up to the side of the car, scanned the street to see if anyone was looking, and then, did something rather interesting: Reaching his hand and gripping the doorknob to the car, a strange, almost sliver liquid seemed to spread from his gripping hand and slide into the electronic lock. it was then, gate once again went to work
Gate groaned. He couldnt believe Terron made him put that in. it was bad enough that he felt guilty stealing, but his former friend really made it have to rub in with that command. oh well, it didnt matter. Gate would be on his way in just a second, and he could deal with the consequences later.
---------------------------------- Federation message, intercepted by unknown GI program, decoded 10 minutes ago, sent 25 minutes ago.
---------------- Undisclosed military airport, 6 miles away. unknown time. "****...didnt think id acctually get the support requested this fast. its only been 45 minutes and you acctually got him here." The man was dressed in a standard police uniform, surrounded by several military personnel of various rankings. "he was in the area, sir. apparently I hear hes only open because his wife-" "Can it, soldier." a large, official looking man hissed. "Thats an order." The men stood there in silence, watching the sky as a small hovercopter seemed to appear in the distance. it started as a spec, and it slowly made its way across the sky, looking, at first, like it only was ambling to them. As it got closer, one could see the logo on the side. KUSANAGI_666_OROCHI EDITION "Custom hovercopter. damn, this guys got style. who is he?" The police commissioner said, turning to the highest ranking official of the group." "A legend." the gruff man responded. "Makes my rank of general look like nothing. hes kind of a hero to the military. joined five years ago, and got the highest rank available in his organization two years ago." "Wait, you mean hes?!-" "yeah. He's...." The mans voice was drowned out by the hovercopter quickly hovering over the landing pad about twenty yards away at a height of about ten feet. a lone man opened the door on the side and quickly hoped out and, with the wave of a hand he dismissed the hovercopter, which began its journey back into the distance Dressed in a black two-piece suit and a black tie and wearing sunglasses, he looked almost like a lawyer of some kind. one instantly lost that vibe when they saw his combat boots, black gloves, and Slicked back black hair. The man strode twoard the group of individuals. Taking off his sunglasses and exposing an odd feature: two different color eyes. one brown, and one blue. he walked straight up to the comissioner and outreached his glove hand in a very professional way. "Greetings. i'm here in response to your investigation...fill me in on the way to the station." the man said "Y-yes sir. what should i call you?" the man looked over his shoulder as he walked past the comissioner and put on his sunglasses again. "Call me "Big Boss"" Edited by Gate, Jan 20 2009, 09:59 PM.
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"Love, in its many forms, is life's greatest gift. Its the one worth fighting for. I died for it once...and even though it didn't turn out so well for me, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything differently." -Terron Xennoth- | |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 22 2009, 04:42 PM Post #28 |
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Roffel House!
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"Geez, aren't you the tech whiz here, bringing up my ship and meet me with just an avatar. I'm hoping you got a secure connection, 'cuz I ain't using my ship's comm. if you know what I mean,” Jenosa said. Adam grinned in good humor at Jenosa’s ignorance. He was happy to see an old friend, and he politely held out a hand to help Jenosa inside. “Yeah well, it’s hard being in two places at once, but this makes it a bit easier,” he replied with a chuckle. “And yes, I have a very secure connection, don’t you worry about it.” Jenosa made her way to the cockpit. Adam remained standing behind the pilot seat while Jenosa settled in. Adam loosened his hold on the ship’s controls so Jenosa could do what she wanted. “So I hear Twilight’s in trouble,” Adam said matter-of-factly. “I just got here a couple of hours ago. Do you have any leads?” --------------------------------------- Although Adam’s avatar was hanging tight with Jenosa, what little physical aspect of Adam there was was traveling through the evening sky towards Gate’s location. Another one of his surveillance programs whispered to him and Adam grumbled in irritation. The ship was barely half the size of a typical city bus and it only two seats with no amenities. It suited Adam’s needs perfectly. Lightweight and small, the ship had a very narrow shadow that could be detected by scanners even while uncloaked, and under cloak it was virtually invisible. The ship wasn’t meant to be luxurious for biological beings, but to a GI it was the Taj Mahal. Everything the virtual creatures needed was on the ship in spades, and the ship was about as close to a real, physical body that they were going to get. Well, besides Adam’s surrogate GATE Lifeform son. He was a very special case. Adam arrived at the coordinates before Gate, but he expected it. He chuckled to himself when he saw the beat up old gas guzzler chugging its way down the road. He wasn’t entirely sure if Gate was trying to be sneaky about stealing a bad car or if he just had plain bad luck. Welcome, stranger! A voice whispered in Gate’s head. This close, Adam was able to access the main implant that was, at least at first, the only reason a GI like Gate could manipulate the physical, chemical-based body of Homo sapiens. The implant felt different than the last time he accessed it years ago, and it moved sluggishly to his thoughts. Get out of the car and walk forward 21.3 meters. When Gate did so, a doorway appeared in thin air. The small cockpit was about as large as that of the car he just disembarked, and it was empty. “Glad to have you back, Gate. Damn, I missed you. I see you're still attracting the wrong sort of attention though. Tell me, what did you and Taco Boy do this time?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 23 2009, 11:13 AM Post #29 |
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Only a short moment that Gellion had received the reply, his other 'self' had detected something...familiar walking in the city. It was enough to cause an alarm to ring in his mind and re-directed his attention from his original objective. He focused on this entity, and his eyes actually made an incredulous look on them. What is another one of my kind doing here?! he exclaimed to himself, surprised and worried at this predicament. There was something very wrong here, and a larger priority took itself upon him to look into this anomaly. If he didn't act now, this could compromise the alliance between the Federation and Confederation. He had immediately sent out a signal for this entity to answer. His other 'self' kept emitting it for a few minutes, but to his frustration, there was no response. What is going on here? he thought, a gasp at the lack of response. His other 'self' went into to take a closer look, completely invisible in the air to most. He could tell the entity was moving intelligence on it, but how much, he didn't know. It had gone into a ship, he thought, wondering what it was up to. He first had the urge to fire at this ship, destroy the supposedly rogue entity; but...he thought against. He would...wait. He wanted to see who this entity was and figure out what it really was. If there were other like it, destroying it would only make it more difficult to deal with the rest -------------------------------- Jenosa was thankful for the help Adam gave her, though it was a little strange to be helped up by a hologram; chiefly speaking, she actually felt that Adam's wasn't real, despite how well the hologram mimicked the physical world. To her, it was like she was holding a cloud that was strangely solid, but could become insubstantial at any given moment, letting her drop back down. To say the least, it was a tad unnerving being held up by someone who was just an illusion. Closing the door behind her and getting to the ship's cockpit, she spoke to Adam with an urgent voice, "From the looks of it, yeah. He was very to close to where I was before, but there were a whole bunch of people patrolling the place around the building. I really hope they didn't find him; that's why I hoping you'd understand that ruse of mine." She turned her ship to view the old place she had been too. She didn't know whether to be relieved or worried that the Gfed ship was gone; but there was the mercenary ship that was still there. She gritted her teeth, unsure if any of this was a good or bad sign. Never had she felt such strain to rescue a person she barely knew; was it the feeling of being reminded how many times she had been too late to save someone on Inos? She didn't know and didn't care. She was just going with the flow of how her emotions came out of her right now. "I'll give you the coordinates of the place I was looking at," she replied to him after a short moment, seeming to eye something out of the cockpit window that didn't seem to be visible to normal human eyes. She didn't turn her gaze, and merely said, "Go to Twilight. I'm assuming you're on another ship. As for me...I'll be a decoy a little longer. I already know someone's following me-" more like breathing down my neck "-and I want you ship to stay a good radius away from mine, whether it's cloaked or not. Do you got me?" |
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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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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Jan 23 2009, 05:46 PM Post #30 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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"Just how far away did I land anyway?" T'kran was rapidly growing bored with the length of his flight. He'd actually rolled over mid flight to rest on his back, still being propelled by the back-mounted jets. Folding his arms behind his head, he had slowed down to cruising speed. And his mind began to wander... He began to think about the monster he used to be, about Omega, and wondered if the two of them would ever meet up again. If there was one person the ex-Pirate could call a friend, it was the sentient 'Troid. In a universe like this one, those who stood out like sore thumbs needed to band together. He was almost about to drift off to sleep when a chime in one of his suit's earpieces snapped him out of it, and nearly scared him out of his hide to boot. A small amount of static followed shortly after, followed by the message.
Stopping his flight, he hovered in place, folding his arms. "Now why would the Grey Fox be interested in Twilight?" He paused, shrugging and shaking his head. Eh, T'kran, you're thinking about it too much. Ten mil if you hand the guy in dead or alive. This is too good to pass up. Agreeing with the greedy little voice in his head, he leaned forward. "Nothing like a little friendly competition to spice things up." His suit thrusters ignited on full burn, sending the Pirate off like a comet once more. Edited by Bloody Pom, Jan 23 2009, 05:47 PM.
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