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| ~Metamyth~ | Jan 24 2009, 12:36 PM Post #31 |
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Faulias looked at the soldiers as they loaded into their carriers and stormed off into the distance. He kept watching them until he was sure they were out of sight, then started walking - swiftly - to the warehouse. In truth, his proxy scans had only found one thing; there was ever so slight human-sized movement in the warehouse he had landed near. He didn't think it would be, but if it was Twilight, he didn't want those damned automatic soldiers anywhere near. They'd just start shooting him down. Faulias had other plans entirely. Plans he didn't want anyone sticking their hands into. As he neared the warehouse, he cocked his gun and drew his sword. If there was anything in there, he wanted it to know he meant business. And business was very much what he meant, having not his favorite autopistol out, but an automatic rifle from the armory. The first step into the abandoned building revealed that it was nothing but shadows inside, and that finding anything by eyesight would be a task in itself, let alone dealing with what he found. If there was anything in there, he knew it was in hiding. If it was Twilight, he was POSITIVE of it. "Twilight," he said, his voice crackling through the transmission speakers on the outside of his suit, "Why don't you come on out? We two need to have a talk, between friends." In the silence, he could swear he heard jet engines outside, but he dismissed it. Edited by Metamyth, Jan 24 2009, 12:37 PM.
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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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| ~Gate~ | Jan 25 2009, 11:13 PM Post #32 |
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G.A.T.E.
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As gate drove twoard the location Adam had oddly chosen, he couldnt help but start to feel stressed about meeting Adam. So much had happened, so much had changed around gate in the past few years...seven, if he counted right. Everyone had grown except him. A race had been created based on him, the government of the federation had gone through major change, And his friend and mentor, Terron...He had gone so far in such a short period of time as well. And Gate? aside from a few random acts and a hardware upgrade, he didn't feel much different. almost like a Stone in the river of time. But now was not the time for such sentiments. first he needed to see Adam. not just to "catch up with him and hang out" but also to find out about this "Grey fox" and her 10 million credit bounty on someone. also, Gate wanted to find out how he wound up transported by a cargo ship with more pictures of scantily-clad women then a glencher has teeth. Gate followed the instructions Adam left him, and found himself in a small, yet cozy, cloaked ship in the corner of a parking lot pizzaria. how Adam managed to park it without it being detected Gate didn't know, he was just impressed at the ship and Adams ability with it. “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?” "Hehe..." Gate chuckled "This "Grey Fox" stuff doesnt have anything to do with me, and i cant really speak for Terron or Aiko, considering i havent seen either of them for going on four years.." It was not quite the reunion Gate had imagined, honestly. he had hoped Adam would have treated him a little bit more like an adult, though considering how irresponsible Gate had been the past few years... Gate shoved the thought out of his mind and quickly erased the depressed expression that he had on his face. now wasn't the time for regret, and he knew it. "Adam, I'm sorry i have to rush things, but i need to know whats going on with Grey Fox and this "Twilight" person. i know my arrival here isn't exactly the best thing, but we need to figure out who is on what side and get moving. It wont be long before one of the Bounty Corps deploy a "Big Boss"...Ill explain on the way." ----------------------------
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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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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 29 2009, 06:27 PM Post #33 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: If I missed anyone or assumed wrong, feel free to correct me. Just trying to sort out some confusion that seem to be brewing. Oh, and if your wondering, the message at the end of my last post was by Dr. Harris, he just didnt say his name in it, but I guess I should have said so afterwards atleast. Also, he himself is not on the planet. While Twilight had remained in hiding for several hours now inside the dark and run-down warehouse on the outskirts of the large city, which Faulias has just entered. Wight had been tailing Jenosa a few miles closer to the city center until the Gray Fox message, at which point he had chosen to hunt for her instead. And as Grace was sneaking around somewhere inbetween Twilights location and Jenosa's previous location, Wight had been closing in, using what information he could gain from her message to locate her, yet it would seem to be proving harder than expected. In the meantime T'kran has been soaring through the skies, just shortly about to pass into the city outskirts, while Adam just picked up GATE from the streets just a few miles from the city center where the central police station was located. And Terron is somewhere. --- When he had seen the trooper transport head off into the distance Twilight thought he was safe, for the moment. Unfortunately for the Ing, Faulias ship had detected him while he had been spying on the Bounty Hunter and the marines outside, he had underestimated the scanning equipment of the now fully armed and ready hunter's ship. The moment Twilight saw Faulias walk toward the warehouse he ducked low once more as he listened, hearing the slight but audible sound of a sword being drawn. 'Damn it... Does he know I'm here, or is he just checking to be safe? In either case I'd better find a darker place to hide in.' He thought as he pushed away from the wall started to sprint across the open area while holding low, finding a few crates on the other side of the room to hide behind. The entire area surrounding him was more or less pitch black. It did not take long until Twilight heard the rusty old door of the warehouse creak open, and shortly after he heard footsteps as Faulias entered the warehouse, but luckily for Twilight even as the door opened the sun only managed to light up a small area inside the old building. Then the footsteps stopped, and after a few moments a voice carried out into the air via the hunters external speakers. "Twilight," The voice of Faulias said, and hearing this Twilight began to worry. Did the man know he was there for sure? But before he could ponder this further Faulias continued. "Why don't you come on out? We two need to have a talk, between friends." It seemed obvious Faulias knew he was there, but something told Twilight that it could very well be a trick to get him to reveal his position, or get the chance to call for backup should he prove to be in the warehouse. Twilight was truly having a hard time deciding what to do. On one hand he could try to take the man by surprise and paralyze him with dark energy, giving Twilight enough time to escape. But if the man meant his 'talk between friends' as him maybe doubting the Federations reason for putting a bounty on the Ing, attacking him would most likely make him convinced otherwise. It was a tough choice, but no matter how he looked at it, he could not figure out a way out of the current situation without Faulias getting the chance to call for backup. He might aswell take a chance, and hope for the best. "Friends?" Came the dark, but still somewhat human sounding voice of Twilight from above the crates on which he now stood, still shrouded in the dark. "What kind of 'friend' would bear arms towards his own friend? If you did not come here in order to kill me for what I am, then show it, or I will be forced to harm you." Twilight continued, his voice, while intimidating due to its strange, dark nature, did not hold any truly threatening tone, more like he was speaking matter-of-factly. And while saying this the Ing was gathering a large mass of dark energy around his right arm, ready to fire it towards the hunter should the man chose to attack. |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jan 29 2009, 08:46 PM Post #34 |
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Faulias's eyes widened in surprise when Twilight spoke out. He'd expected the Ing to stay silent, but he'd revealed his position, suggesting to him that he had a small measure of trust for the rugged man. He was also sure that he was prepared to attack at the same moment he showed that trust, so he decided not to dwell on it for overly long. "It's just my nature, Twilight. Would you have come to see me without a weapon? We're fighters, its the way things work... but I already know nothing with get accomplished if I don't, so..." Faulias opened his PDA unit on his wrist and pressed a small red button in the corner. A large box appeared on the screen with bold lettering:
The surface of his armor suit appeared to shimmer and ripple, before several clamps popped loose, hissing from the exposed compression that was holding the suit together. The suit stayed standing at a strict attention while his helmet retracted, his chestpiece opened, and his leggings split, allowing the monstrous man to step out. Even without his suit, he was damn near the size of a standard GFed Marine completely armed. He was dressed in a tightsuit with several nodes that connected to nervous centers, disengaged now that he had exited his power armor. As a coup de grace to his offensive force, he lay his precious autopistol, previously still holstered at his side, on the floor in front of his suit. He pulled the PDA from his wristpiece and pressed the little red button again, sending the suit back into its sealed form. "Now then, about that talk..." Edited by Metamyth, Jan 29 2009, 08:47 PM.
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 31 2009, 03:52 PM Post #35 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: He lives!) The motel was a little rundown fleabag on the edge of town, not far from the spaceport. Grace had picked the place not simply because it was cheap (although that was a major factor), but because in places like these people knew to mind their own business. And that was very important if she was going to be holed up for a while. She had stirred things up, alright. She'd thrown a wrench into the works, and now she'd just put a great big bullseye on her back. She'd have people after her now. No, scratch that. She did have people after her, this "wolf" on her tail. That was okay, though. If you didn't have someone trying to kill you, things could get very lonely. The screeching of tires outside drew her to the window. She peeked out the blinds, hand on her pistol, then relaxed as she saw Rex leap out of the car and make a mad dash to the motel room door. She'd sent for him a couple of hours ago, just after she'd delivered her little welcome to the bounty hunters. Bring the guns and everything, she told him. "Are you crazy?!?!" Rex said has he burst through the door." "Maybe," Grace replied, shutting the door behind him. "You weren't followed, were you?" "What? No, nobody followed me. But you... what the hell were you thinking?!?!? "Where in the hell are you gonna get ten million?" "You let me worry about that, Rex." She smiled at him, flopping down on the bed, like she didn't have a care in the world. "Let you worry about that?" Rex pulled up a chair and grabbed on of Grace's cigarettes. "You just promised to give away money you don't even have, in hopes of snagging a bounty that's only ten percent of what you're paying out. How the f**k is that supposed to work?" "First of all, if the government wants this Twilight character badly enough, they'll pay me whatever I want them to pay me. Secondly - and this is the important part - they don't know we don't have ten million. Think of it as a bluff." "Grace... you can't bluff with money you don't have. And you definitely can't raise with money you don't have. Not unless you're planning on throwing your watch on the table. But you're way past that at this point. You're reaching into your pocket and tossing down your car keys." Grace sat up and shook her head. She thought appealing to Rex's poker instincts might help, but he still wasn't getting it. "Rex, I know what I'm doing here," she said. "I know you may think I'm nuts, but trust me. These guys have no idea what they're up against." "What about this wolf guy?" "Again, you let me worry about that." She took one of the cigarettes and fired it up. "He thinks he's playing a simple game of cat and mouse. But you know there's now way I'm letting it be that simple. Now, you brought all the stuff, right? The guns, the computer, everything?" "Yeah," Rex nodded. "Good. We gotta get back into the system, make sure this guy can find me?" "Find you? I thought they point of getting holed up was to not be found?" "You're right. But we're not playing that game, we're playing mine. And my game means we have to meet this guy. Face to face. Now then..." Grace looked Rex up and down. "We've got to get you dressing better." Rex blinked in confusion. "What...?" |
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| +Aiko+ | Feb 3 2009, 09:00 PM Post #36 |
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Roffel House!
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Adam’s voice oozed mischievousness at Gate. “I didn’t mean that this Grey Fox stuff had anything to do with you, I meant that one of my sniffer programs intercepted a message from local law enforcement about you. I think one of these ‘Big Bosses’ has already been deployed.” Adam suddenly laughed out loud, which was quite odd considering the relative seriousness of his former statement. At Gate’s puzzled look, Adam quickly regained his composure so he could speak and be understood. “Sorry, I’ve been playing mailman for a few of my friends, and let’s just say that Omega-Alpha sure knows how to write a letter. Oh man, he’s like a kid high on sugar all the time, I swear!” Gate settled into the very tight cockpit of the tiny ship. Automatic restraints slipped over his shoulders and clipped into a matching set of clips that rose from the bottom of the chair. The HUD flickered to life, showing vital ship statistics as well as images from outside the ship. The specs of the vessel hovered around the edge of the display as Adam’s not-so-subtle way of bragging about his pride and joy. It was a tank as far as a ship this small could be, and the processing power alone was a GI’s dream come true. The ship lifted off as silently and as undetected as it landed. The ride was smooth, but there was no doubt of the power of the ship’s engines that thrummed rhythmically through the frame of the ship under Gate’s feet. “Twilight’s an old friend of old friends,” Adam explained. “He’s an Ing, but due to a strange series of events I don’t completely understand myself he managed to survive the extermination of his race and home dimension. I don’t know how he’s able to live in our ‘light’ atmosphere, but he does have a Luminoth crystal in his chest that may have something to do with it. “I’m guessing the Feds finally found out about him and put a bounty on his head. I find it a bit ironic that that he’s been a bounty hunter for several years… on the books, no less… yet it took this long for them to take interest in him. Granted, he wasn’t exactly registered as an Ing per se, but there are so many xenos running around that we were hoping he’d be able to slip by. “As for Grey Fox, let’s just say she’s someone you want to avoid. She’s damn good at assassin work, and lately she’s been taking jobs from some big wigs who deal in illegal weapons trafficking, among other things. Gate, I know how you are around women, but stay away from her if you see her. She’s bad news. “Anyway, since you’re already in trouble, would you mind helping us out if I help you keep a low profile? Twilight’s a good guy. Weird and eccentric, but a good guy.” He chuckled a bit in embarrassment when he realized that Gate really didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. It wasn’t like the ship had manual controls. “I could drop you off somewhere if you want, but I think I might just keep you hostage for a little bit since I haven’t seen you in ages. Whaddaya say?” --------------------------------------------------------- Adam gave Jenosa a hard, contemplative look as he considered what she said. “I had to go pick somebody up, but I’m taking the ship over to those coordinates now. I can keep my avatar around with you, no additional processing power on my part.” He noticed that she kept staring outside. Something was putting her on edge and it made Adam equally uneasy. “Here,” he said as he picked up her hand with his left hand and put his right hand in hers. She felt something cool and metal against her palm. “Take this. Clip it onto your shirt by your ear. We’ll be able to communicate this way. I can also manifest forcefields, holograms, or both depending upon what you need. I don’t think it’s a good idea to split up if it isn’t absolutely necessary. You go do your thing, but you’re not alone, even if you can’t see me. Remember that. Okay?” Adam put his hand gently against her chin and forced her to turn her head to look him in the eye. “Okay? No reckless behavior so early in the game. Right?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 4 2009, 09:32 PM Post #37 |
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Clockwork Master
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No matter how much experience she had gone through all of these years, it just felt so utterly surreal talking to Adam. Aside from knowing the fact that this Adam was a hologram, it was like she was basking in the presence of a ghost, in a near literal sense for her. He wasn't so much of a reminder of a dead person, just that her...senses made her feel like he was holding phantom, intuitively knowing he wasn’t real at all... Until he forced her to face him, as just then, looking into that face of his, 'focusing' her eyes to filter out that purple haze that obscured most its detail, she found herself reliving an old memory; one that held a person who had played a grand part of her becoming bounty hunter. She found it so surprising how well those holographic eyes could mimic human emotions so well; that the concern deep in those irises reminded her so much of her old mentor, Alson. There had been a lot of emotions played upon this one person, the guy who had saved her from having her body being beaten down by a group of punks she was trying to fight off; the guy who had taken her under his wing, subsequently getting attracted her to this career, and who had taught her the many basics. He had done all of this for a teenage girl who had shortly ran away from home, being fed up with her life. To think of what might have happened to her she hadn't met such a man; a man that had changed her life entirely just like the Scurge had. Adam brought back her old memories of him scolding her for being way too reckless, impulsive and brash when she was a rookie. Strangely enough, she found herself smiling at Adam as if he was Alson, at least for the moment he seemed like it. At the same time, she momentarily wondered what would Alson think of her now, if she would be proud or saddened at who she was. Then she remembered his morals of being a bounty hunter, as if he was speaking to her right now: "In this job, nothing is always the way you're gonna like it. The trick is to take it all at face value, spit at its face and keep going." Inwardly, she smiled too, knowing that she had taken many things at face value in her life, including her mistakes; with a bit of help from some uplifting comments that people gave her, course. In this moment of remembrance, she found herself staring at Adam for a moment before she smiled. She slapped Adam's holographic arm in a kind gesture, and said with a chuckling sigh, "Adam, I'm someone who's a 'professional' at what I do. Don't think twice that I'm some kid or rookie, ok? You'll be insulting me then." Taking her hand of him, her smile turned to a smirk that was from the good 'ol days. Yeah, she was in the ga- As she was just clipping the comm. unit to her shirt when the atmosphere in the ship 'changed.' It wasn't an actual change in the air itself, at least not one most sensors could pick up; but to Jenosa, she felt it change all over her body. If her hairs on the back of her neck had been on end before, now they were just sticking strait out like a cat's. Oh god she could feel the entities presence grow stronger - closer, it was coming closer. She stood stock still, her right hand frozen over the comm. device, the pace of her breathing becoming gradually becoming quicker. She could feel the familiar beat, though small, pulse in her body. An eerie fear crept over her, the entities presence now so intense that it was like the ship's hull wasn't even there and she could just touch whatever it was that was now floating above them...and talk to it. Without warning, that little beating force suddenly exploded into a single shockwave emanating where she thought her heart was. This shockwave riveted through out her entire body, the burst of energy causing her to keel over as if she had been punched in the gut. She had her hands against her chest, groaning in what looked like she was suffering from a heart attack; however, to Jenosa it was not a tight, knotted ache but a terrible jack-hammering sensation, as if her heart was physically pounding against her ribs. And with every, rapid pulsating beat after the first big shockwave sent a rippling sensation through out her. This was nothing compared to the mental struggle going on inside her head. She could feel herself split and blur, fighting what seemed to be herself; a near, splitting mental. She attempted to fight down the urge, trying to keep her mind from 'moving;' from trying to 'touch' the entity. In it, she briefly lost her footing, and bent down even more on her knees as another shockwave pound through her...and another. 'Touching' it was all that was needed for it to happen, for that very moment, she was not herself, and a connection between her and it had formed, sending an overwhelming flood images, emotions and other urges into her. It was as if a deep, hidden longing to communicate with someone like this had been up rooted, as if the urge had been an instinct since birth. An instinct and behavior that had not been stretched for many ages. She was no longer resisting but embracing herself fully, reveling in the many extraordinary senses that burst into her mind, and found herself equally exchanging information with- "Nooooooooo!" she cried out in a shrill shriek, the human part of her finally realizing what was happening. Her mind was caught between the real world and the entity she was connected with, desperately trying to retain who she was; struggling to contain herself and this urge. The risk of losing herself was so powerful that it gave her the will to strike it down and find her 'footing.' The connection cut finally, and it was like waking out a dream, her eyes opening, emanating a momentary blue glow before they returned to her normal, human green eyes. She became fully cognitive or her body, and as soon as she did, she collapsed to the floor, utterly fatigued. It was as if that 'blow' of her had afflicted not just the urge but her body. Her breathing, which she had been hyperventilating before, had now slowed to a tired pace. The entity's presence was still about, she could feel it, and she found herself struggling a bit more to contain herself before; it gave soon enough. She did not breath with relief at her victory, but held a fearful expression on her face, and it could be taste in the tone of her serious voice when she spoke more to herself than Adam. "They're - they're really...here. They really really here!" |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 10 2009, 11:51 PM Post #38 |
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Native Son
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For the most skilled hackers in the galaxy, isolating a particular radio frequency through a local network was child's play, almost as simple a task as checking email. Even for your average computer geek, finding out where someone was calling from when they didn't want to be found wasn't exactly rocket science. With the right equipment, ideally it would only take about ten to fifteen minutes. For Grace, for whom computers were a foreign language in which she only knew a few key phrases, it was taking the better part of an hour. Even so, she was definitely making progress. Rex guided the car, which was in fact stolen, through the narrow back streets on the edge of the city. He had thought they were going to keep hiding out at the motel while they tried to find whoever was after them, but Grace had other ideas. Like going shopping. Rex pulled the car into the parking lot of a department store and followed his friend inside. She'd explained the whole thing to him back at the motel. "Superman never goes into battle without his cape, and neither will I," she said. By that, she meant that both of them would have to dress accordingly for this job. "I wanna be intimidating," Grace had said. "I can hardly be expected to be intimidating wearing the same old T-shirts and ripped jeans, now can I?" He was still puzzling over this as they entered the large store. Grace quickly checked the store's holographic map at the entrance and made her way over to the womens' department. Specifically, a rack full of coats. "Selecting an outfit is a delicate process," she said, taking a trenchcoat from the rack, looking it over, then putting it back. "It's not just about looking good. You wanna make sure you're sending the right message." "And what is that message?" Rex asked. Grace smiled. "Intimidation," she said. She took another garment off the rack, a knee-length black leather coat. "See this... now this is perfect. This says, 'I'm a badass, don't f**k with me.'" She headed towards the mirrors and tried it on, handing Rex her old, faded Marine jacket she wore just about everywhere. She took off her baseball cap as well and shook out her hair, and whipped out her shades to complete the look. "Whaddya think?" she said, turning to Rex. "How do I look?" Rex looked her up and down. The coat looked good on her, he could definitely say that. But it took him a second to finally see what she was getting at. With her jacket and grungy clothes, she looked like someone you might pass on the street. Very average, very unremarkable. You might guess she made her living as a bartender, or a bass player. But she certainly didn't seem like an interstellar assassin. With this no doubt very expensive leather coat, however, she finally looked like the person she was supposed to be. It was a subtle transformation, but unmistakable. He wasn't talking to Grace anymore. He was talking to the Grey Fox. "I'd say you nailed it," he said. "Awesome." She took off the coat and put her jacket and cap back on. "Then I'm definitely getting this. Now, your turn." A quick stroll to the men's department took them to yet another rack full of coats, and Grace continued her spiel on the importance of wardrobe selection. "Keep in mind, we don't wanna be sending the wrong message here," she said. "Take this one, for example." She grabbed a long black trenchcoat festooned will all kinds of straps, buckles, and metal studs. "See, this is intimidating, but it says all the wrong things. Doesn't say 'I'm a badass,' like mine does. No, this one says, 'I hate my parents and I have a secret hit list in my sock drawer.' You don't fear the guy wearing this coat... you ask him what level his Dread Hexblade Necromancer is." She gave Rex a wry grin as she replaced the coat and selected another, this one a rather drab beige trench. "Now this coat... this one could say a couple different things. Leave it open and it says, 'I'm late for a business meeting.' Button up, and it could say, 'I'm a spy and I'm waiting for the man with the secret papers.' Or, it could say you're about to go down to the playground and flash your junk at eight year olds." Rex tried it on, and Grace gave him a quick appraisal. "Now see... on you, this coat says, "Hey buddy, wanna buy a watch?'" "Go screw yourself." Grace couldn't suppress a laugh. "It's perfect, actually." She took it off of him and draped it over her forearm along with the leather coat. "Wear it with some shades and a pair of black leather gloves, anyone you talk to will piss themselves before you even say a word." "You sure?" he asked as they made their way through the checkout line. "I mean, I can play cards a bit, but I ain't never been the scariest guy in the galaxy." "So?" Grace handed the clerk her money as she bagged the goods. "These guys, they don't know none of that. Trust me, they know my rep, they'll already be afraid of me. Only thing you gotta do is stand beside me or behind me while I do the talking. Doesn't matter what I say, all they'll be able to think about is who is this other guy and what's he doing here? And whatever they're afraid of, they'll project it onto you. So they're scared shitless, and all you did was dress like a secret agent from some old Cold War movie. See what I'm saying?" Rex nodded, finally understanding. By the time they got back to the car, the program Grace had been running on the laptop had finished. She had the frequency Wight and Dr. Harris had been using. Time to say hello to the Wolf on her tail. "Grey Fox here," she said into her phone as Rex gunned the engine and pulled the car out of the lot. "Fifth and West. There's an old warehouse on the corner. Come in one hour, come alone. This is a one time offer, so don't f**k it up and don't be late." |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 12 2009, 09:09 PM Post #39 |
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Clockwork Master
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Gellion appeared to be holding an incredulous face for reason, at least to the Feds ho commanded. But to what he saw from his 'other' self - a cloaked ship he controlled to be exact - it should not have been possible. Despite his nature to react 'mechanically' to anything he encountered, he had, over the years of his 'work,' had a grown a small persona; thus unlike some of his other kind, who would simply react with what they saw and felt, he found himself 'double-checking' everything. Although, it was more like an intangible pinch to see if he 'dreaming;' considering that he couldn't really do a self-diagnostic the ship's instruments. Well, they were more or less acting like part of his body, and he could feel them as if a human could feel what his bones felt like; and it was pretty hard on some instances to diagnose what was going on in your body, especial if your body felt completely normal. But if the ship's sensors and cameras weren't faulty, then what he was looking at, well - it was a human. She was not up of the material that he was, but pure flesh and blood - and from what the cameras showed him, she appeared to have a complete human form. The sensors themselves did distinguish that there was some abnormalities within her, compared to that of a normal human being at least, but they could not directly discern what it was without a direct, medical sensors. However, the sensor picked up her bio-energy signature like a scent, and he clearly recognized it as his own kinds. How?, he stammered in though, incredulous, How can she have our pathogen, and yet still retain human form? What is she? Any organism containing their pathogen should have their physiology completely revamped and would generally mindless; unless the pathogen was somehow contained. However, he knew instinctively this was not the case; any creature that had not yet been taken over by their virus would not give out their kind of bio-energy emissions; perhaps not until the infection had almost finished their work, but at which point, the victim's health would have been deteriorated badly. This woman seemed to be human and yet - as the confederation called them - Scurge at the same time. It was like a blur, a blur that he could not fully distinguish, no matter how much he tried from this distance. Thus he decided to edge his ship closer, and what he got was both surprising and intriguing. An emphatic connection had become open to him, and he could distinctly feel a struggle within this woman's mind; not a physical one, but an internal one. He felt it rise like a flare, and curiously felt the sudden energy waves from her; and then he felt her as his kin. He felt a connection so close and so strong it was like he hadn't communicated with his kind in a long time. The intuitive communication was what allowed many of his kind to understand one another the best; for every other creature, it felt so frustrating, having no emphatic connection with them at all; and it was something he had to live with for many months. It was a great pain for him to be isolated from the rest of his kind like that. That's why it felt like - as a human would put it - a godsend. Though the connection was brief, he felt more ecstatic than disappointed. Aside from the useful information exchanged, he could distinctly tell this woman's mind was not fully human; she had his kind's instincts hidden deep within her, and her kind's sentient identity. He could taste her struggle to suppress this identity, but he knew those instincts still lied there, like a weakened survivor of a war. The survivor alone would not tip the scales, and he wanted to 'rescue' this survivor and help it topple the opposing entities. Then, perhaps, just perhaps, he wouldn't be so alone in his work anymore. He would have someone to...'chat' with. Yes, this starting to become...an interesting day indeed. True, she had not yet succumbed, but he was not stupid either. He was patient enough to wait for chink; it was how his kind worked. If there was an obstacle in the way that they could not push other with brute force, they would search about for cracks - for methods - to get around this obstacle. He withdrew the ship under his control from the woman's ship, but kept it close enough for him to monitor it. He lowered his bio-pulse emissions so she would not detect him, and kept within whatever blind spots of the ship he could - so she couldn't see him with her eyes. Even cloaked, she could see him, and this he knew - he had learned it from the brief connection. He had also learned that she was working with someone to help rescue Twilight. Indeed a threat for the moment, but possibly a very useful ally as well; if he could just find that chink in her mental armor. Oh, he had also come to knowledge that she thought she knew where Twilight was, but she was wrong. He had already been to that spot, and there was nothing there; it was most undoubtedly that her 'senses' had tricked her; and it was quite possibly a memory accidentally received from his ship. There could be all sorts of reason, but he knew that area had already been swept. Already she was proving to be quite a useful tool - it would only be a matter of time before she became one of them. Letting his ships tag hers, he strolled onto the next area of search. He had chosen to scan the outer sections of the city; this came from an experience that had been bonded to him - though others might call it stealing. Even still, it felt much like his own memories telling him how to work. The next building; an old, abandoned building, possibly a warehouse, but he wasn't sure. One of the bounty hunting ships - it appeared to be registered as Faulias's. He thought it might be wise to go check on the building with the troops he was leading. (OOC: Right, TT and Fat can finish up their JP conversation, and then perhaps react to this threat afterwards) |
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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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| ~Twilight~ | Feb 17 2009, 06:14 PM Post #40 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Joint post ahoy, finally managed to meet up for longer than ten minutes xD Sorry for the shortness of the second part, dunno what else to do and I'm kinda tired right now... 'His nature. Fighters. How things work... I suppose that is correct, no matter what I do I cant escape what I am.' Twilight thought as he listened to the man, still remaining wary, as his last sentence could have several meanings. However what then followed was quite a surprise to Twilight. Instead of simply putting aside his weapon, which really would have been enough for Twilight to give him the benifit of the doubt, the man shut down his entire suit and went out of it. Truly, if that was not a display of his intentions, then Twilight did not know what would be. With no choice but to trust the man, Twilight let the dark energy gathered around his arm disipate, as he absorbed most of it back into himself, leaving black liquid like marks on his right forearm. But before Twilight could do anything more Faulias even unholstered his gun and put it on the ground infront of the suit, before turning over to where Twilight was standing. "Now then, about that talk..." Twilight shook his head, what was the man thinking? Sure, Twilight had no intention of hurting him, but how did he know that? He was either confident enough to trust Twilight, or he was foolish. But either case, hesitation could lead him into becoming suspicious. Seeing no other option, and thinking it could prove prety advantegous as it was, Twilight bent down by the edge of the crate he was standing on, grabbed the side, and swung down. Landing with a heavy thud, with one knee down on the ground and his other arm out as support. Now being clearly visible, Twilight stood up slowly, while holding out his arms slightly to show he was unarmed. And it would not take long for Faulias to see he was not carrying any visible weapons. Of course, how was he to know wheter Faulias knew of his energy manipulation capabilities or not? Twilight took a few steps closer to the man, comming clearly into the dim light, showing his prety torn armor clearly. "So, what did you want to talk about exactly?" "Well," Faulias started, "mainly wanted to talk about the ordeal that's goin' on right now with you. You know you have like three, maybe four competitive bounties on your head now? What's so important about you that the fed's and half the galaxy want to kill you?" He looked Twilight over, whom was now standing in the light; he was in tattered armor, and Faulias could see black lines on certain parts of it as well that hinted at his true nature. Faulias didn't know exactly WHAT he was, but he knew he wasn't exactly human and he had his suspicions otherwise. Faulias words puzzled Twilight. Did the man truly not know he was an Ing? Had he merely not been told, or did the federation themselves not know? If they did'nt, then why would they put a bounty on his head? This was beginning to sound really odd, what reason would they have to conceal the information of what he was? "I do not know if they consider me important in any way or form, but I can understand their reasoning behind wanting me dead." Twilight started, though he visibly hesitated after saying the last part. He was not sure if he should just go on and outright say it, he had already more or less justified their reason for putting a bounty on his head, he had no choice but to push on forward now. "Seeing how you asked that... I assume you were not told what I am? Or rather, my origins? They have a good reason for wanting someone of my kind killed... Even if I am different from the others...." He then said, his voice trailing off toward the end. Faulias cocked his head at Twilight after he was done talking. "Nah, they didn't tell us a thing. A lot of us know you're not human, but they didn't give us any details. I don't care either way, really, a hunter's a hunter regardless. I don't hold to the prejudiced bullshit that most of MY kind do..." The contempt was nearly palpable in the aged warrior's last words. He had encountered many a time where good people (or aliens) were cut down for the wrong reasons. Twilight tilted his head to the side a little while listening to Faulias. It seemed like the man was a very intelligent man, but at the same time, was it such a good idea to distrust ones own government? Then again, he himself had seen more than a few 'bad' humans, so maybe the man, who seemed far older than Twilight, had good reasons to say what he did. "I see. Well, I suppose there is no use hiding it anymore..." Twilight paused, he had never went out and said that he was a human, he had just let people make that assumption, but at the same time it was obvious even to him few were buying it a few years after he had first entered federation space, and it was more than obvious he was an alien after his last mission, where he had changed into his current state. "To put it bluntly. I am an Ing, the same kind of monster that took possession of Lt. Falcon just a few weeks ago." He continued, though he felt he had to reinforce the point of him being different from the others of his kind, continously repeating that could very well have the wrong effect. "An Ing?" Faulias' eyes widened a bit."I thought they were all wiped out ages ago... well, it makes sense now why the Feds want you dead or alive. You're a threat, and they want it contained... but, you ARE different than they are, somehow, I can tell. Maybe it's the fact you haven't tried to kill me yet." He chuckled slightly. Faulias reaction to his words were not what Twilight had been expecting. The Ing had truthfully expected the human to react with far more hostility, instead it was just a bit of surprise, coupled with what seemed like thoughts given words. "Its true, most of my kind were destroyed along with Dark Aether, when Samus Aran defeated the Ing Emperor." Twilight explained, before lowering his head a little in thought. "Although... There is atleast one other that survived, and I have been tracking it for a while, to attempt and destroy it. Unfortunately, I lost its trail recently." He then said as he looked back at Faulias. "You said the federation wanted me 'dead or alive', does that mean they asked for me to be captured if possible? I do not see why they would do such a thing if they consider me as such a great threat... It seems strange. But I guess I should be thankfull you're showing me so much trust, despite the situation we're in." He then finished, Twilight was having a hard time deciding what to say, as he both was unsure on how to properly express himself, but also being afraid he might ruin the trust that Faulias was showing him. "Yeah, I can't trust too many people anymore, even those I've worked with before. Too many people getting corrupted these days... but, that's partially why I'm here." Faulias looked at Twilight. "I think this thing is a crock of shit. There's something they're not telling us, and I don't like it at all. You're a good hunter, Twilight... so I want to help." "I see..." Twilight said slowly, he had no idea what to say right then. It seemed like whatever intentions Faulias had, he meant well, and that Twilight could trust him. But even so, helping Twilight could land Faulias in some major trouble, and as much as he wished to get out of this mess himself, he could not risk this man as well. "I appreciate it, but you will be putting yourself at great risk by helping me, I can't let you do that..." He then said, despite the strange 'darker' aspect of his voice, it was clear he was worried or hesitant. "Life is dangerous," Faulias replied. "Whatever you do, you need to get off this rock. There's only so many places you can hide here before they find you..." He pulled out his PDA and pressed a few buttons. "I'm checking the area through some security cameras on my ship. I think we've got some inbound enemies. We should move out." Twilight merely nodded, seemed like there was no way to convince this man not to get involved with him, and though he did not go out and say it, he was truly gratefull for his aid, atleast it was a reminder he was'nt alone. Though he was unsure of how they were supposed to go from there, as his ship was damaged and would easily catch the fed's attention even if it was'nt. --- "Grey Fox here," Came a voice through his single-frequency locked comm-unit. "Son of a bitch..." Wight muttered to himself as he immidiately ducked low and took cover behind a dumpster before he switched his cloaking to full. In the background he could hear the muffled sound of a car engine starting and beginning to go. "Fifth and West. There's an old warehouse on the corner. Come in one hour, come alone. This is a one time offer, so don't f**k it up and don't be late." That was certainly not part of the plan. This Grey Fox was certainly as unpredictable as he had heard, and though locating a certain frequency should'nt be too hard, how she could have found his long after it was used was a mystery to him. Although this could work in his favor, incase it was'nt a trap, but even then, it could give him a lead or two of where to find this legend. So after a quick search of his tactical display, the stealth agent began to make his way to the warehouse, although by his estimations he would arrive in less than thirty minutes, atleast twenty minutes before the planned time, which could work even more to his advantage, as there was a possibility the Grey Fox, or whatever henchmen she planned to sick on him, would not have arrived by then. And while Wight was heading toward the designated area, the soldiers inside the city were still moving about, searching aimlessly. In truth, most of them were simply waiting for the hunters to locate the target for them, as they tended to have far better equipment, legal or not. |
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