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Descending Twilight
Topic Started: Dec 23 2008, 08:30 PM (6,561 Views)
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(OOC: Please pardon any inconsistencies you may find in this post. I wasn’t sure where everybody was, so I tried to be as cautious as possible, but I’m sure there’s a mistake or two in here.)

“Okay, this has gone far enough,” Adam spoke to himself, his lonely voice echoing in the confines of his tiny, overpowered craft.

He didn’t like seeing good soldiers die. Exile though he was, his heart and loyalties still remained with the core principles that had created the Federation in the first place. He was, first and foremost, a Federation soldier. He believed the Federation had a solid foundation, and while there were corrupt aspects of it, he was fully willing to live out his…indeterminate life as a criminal if that was what it took to prevent a civil war.

The Federation, for all its faults, was the only interplanetary government that had succeeded. Historically, many attempts were made to unite human planets, but it wasn’t until the presence of a greater enemy that humanity finally united under one banner. That enemy had been weakened, but not defeated, and the Federation still remained the defender of the known human universe. Unfortunately, the government was military in origin, and it was far too easy for Federation officials to fall into the easy trap of martial law.

This was the Federation at its ugliest. This was the Federation that Adam had been ‘living’ in since his transfer to a non-biological entity. Despite the power Adam was capable of grasping, he happily played the role of a humble, unsophisticated, unsentient AI if that was what it took to hide his very existence to planetary governments that had been looking for any valid reason to defect. Human experimentation was more than enough leverage for planets to defect, and that would tear the Federation apart. He was a loose thread, knew it, and refused to allow the quilt to unravel because of him.

But the line had to be drawn somewhere. His sense of morality couldn’t be ignored when destruction of human lives and property had reached this magnitude.

The building would have collapsed on Faulius if Adam hadn’t anticipated the structure’s failure and purposefully blew out a few supports with well placed laser shots to make the building fall in a safer direction. Unfortunately for Gellion, that meant the building actually fell on him. Twilight had barely escaped the collapse, and Jenosa had plenty of time to hop out of the way.

The HFI escorting Twilight turned so its ocular cluster faced the Ing. It hesitated just long enough to let Twilight know that it had no intention of leaving him behind, but Adam had to agree with the Ing’s assessment of danger. Those PED troops were bad news, and the radiation surrounding them was spiking to toxic levels.

Jenosa was the first one he went after since she had shown a veritable lack of cooperation before. The person…or thing, Adam had yet to make up his mind, made him extremely uneasy, especially after seeing what it did to his shipboard cannon blast. Jenosa was far too close to that thing for comfort, regardless of her cocky attitude, and Adam no longer had a sense of humor. He flipped his ship upside down and literally scooped her into the tiny cockpit like a bass swallowing a minnow. There were no manual bullshit overrides on his ship!

Faulius was next, but he had to use Jenosa’s vessel to rescue him. He hovered the ship over and landed mere inches from his nose.

“Hurry up and get in!” Adam commanded.

Unfortunately, the PED soldiers had seen what was going on and were now attacking Jenosa’s ship. The radiation was so great that as soon as Faulius climbed in, it was impossible for Adam to land either ship and expose the unshielded interior to rescue Twilight while his inhabitants had no way of protecting themselves from the damaging energy.

The HFI quickly returned to Twilight’s side and hovered by his head. “I can’t get you out right now. Retreat if you can, if not, try to hold on until I get back with a ship. Keep this just in case.”

The HFI blinked three times, then attached itself to Twilight’s limp arm with some sort of adhesive.
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Jenosa was significantly aware of the danger she was putting herself in; yet she knew that the blue dude - a replica mocking gods knew who - had simply went after Twilight to get her attention. He could have fired another shot after the second one; but he didn't because she came; because he wanted her alive for some reason.

It was very creepy for here to know about this, really. Granted, it wasn't like she was hooked up to some bizarre hive mind - but rather, it was like a nagging instinct whispering to her. Leaking out the feeling of danger that was somewhere else, and while she could have remained on the sides to let Adam do everything, it just didn't sit with her. Knowing the danger that there could be anything there, she had to go; to at least guy everyone a small reprieve.

But it had been more than that. Perhaps it could have been a calling for her, but she wanted to see the brains behind the operation behind the operation.

Either way, their confrontation did not last long as either would have like. Even though she was herself, she thought she could feel his hatred and fear; and she seemed to share hers back with him subconsciously. The presence of the PED troops was sending her sixth sense on the fritz. Even though she recognize each one as a human, the energy she felt coming from their suits was twisted. Everything about it screamed danger, causing her hairs to rise on end; and more. There was something very bad about this stuff, and not just danger but something else.

Gellion hissed as soon as the troops entered, and he rasped two words that echoed in her mind with seething distaste that actually agreed with: "Unhinged...Substance."

Strangely, the very creature she loathed was urging her to run, and while her body wanted to bolt, her mind wanted to remain. Go GO GO.

And with her entire sense skewed by the active PEDs, she didn't notice Adam plucking her up into her. "Nooo, dammit, let...me...go."

This, however, had distracted Gellion, giving Twilight a completely free shot. “Gahh,” taking the Twilight’s attack square on the shoulder. His arm came off like it was clay but hit the ground with a wet plop. Gellion hissed; and a sudden realization, “You…” he rasped at Twilight slowly, “By-product…of…Unhinged! …Substance that…afflicted our…ancestors. We…will me…again,” he spoke with disdain as the warehouse collapsed on him. Just as it came on him, there was a bright flash, but with all the chaos, there was no telling what had happened to the blue man.

Back on Adam’s ship…

"No, I'm not going to," Adam replied in a no-nonsense voice. He meant business now, and the change was like night to day. No longer did he seem lighthearted and simple, which was how Jenosa had known his personality until now. He seemed to be a completely different person. This one oozed confidence of the sort only acquired by those with the experience to back it. "Radiation levels are through the roof. You're not leaving."

The internal workings of the ship were nothing like anything Jenosa had ever seen. There were no controls, and she barely fit in the tiny cockpit. The single bulkhead wrapped over her feet and up at an angle that matched the external frame of the ship, ending at a point just above and behind Jenosa's head. There were no physical restraints to hold her in place, but despite the snappy, precise movements she could see the ship performing through the single, 360 degree HUD that surrounded her above the bulkhead, she felt no movement at all.

Jenosa wanted to pound something, but she could only grit her teeth. The truth; she had wanted to know the truth behind this replica and his origins. She, for a very long time without being aware, had wanted to learn the truth behind the replica, for she was in the dark with what was happening back in Confederation space.

The chance had slipped away, though she did not fluster over her loss. She had wanted to get out of there, and it became apparent to her that staying would have been suicide. So close, yet so far, she thought angrily

"Dammit," she spoke in a low, frustrated tone, "dammit it all."



"Yes, dammit all. Next time you go running off when you're not mentally or physically capable of handling the situation, I might just leave you to hang. From now on, you will follow my command. I do not issue orders unless circumstances demand it. And, damnit all, the circumstances demand it!"

Jenosa popped an eye brow, "Command?" she hissed, "I'm sorry, but who died and thought I was a military soldier to place under your command. Gotta say, though, for a guy who seems to be a full fledge hacker, you sure sound like a general who has a lot of experience behind him."

"Not a general, no. Captain, yes. Marines. Decent pay, great job, until they decided to give me a 'promotion'," Adam replied. "I've been doing military maneuvers since you first tried on a training bra. You'd do well to listen to me."

"Really?" she replied back with a drip of sarcasm, "Look, I don't mind getting pieces of advice or tidbits of information that can help save my life; nor do I mind working with you. But I sure as heck don't follow what somebody what's me to do unless I'm being paid; and I'm really picky with my jobs," she said, hinting a double meaning in her last phrase.

"And right now I'm not getting paid to put up with your bullshit. Your payment is your life. If you want to keep it, you better follow my command!" Adam replied furiously. Why couldn't she just see reason? After a nanosecond of deep thought, he decided it was partly due to her personality, but mostly because she couldn't get past the machine and see the man underneath. He calculated pi out to the millionth digit until his thoughts had cleared and he had some degree of emotional control again. The effort took four nanoseconds.

"Jenosa," he began in a much calmer voice. "First and foremost, I'm a friend. Your friend. I know we personally haven't known each other for very long, but you're friends with the most important people in my life. That makes you important to me as well. I don't want you to get hurt or killed. When I ask you to follow my command, I'm doing so because I know what I'm doing, and I know that you're on the fast track to your own destruction. I know it's hard to see me as a person in general, let alone a person worth following, but will you share with me at least a small fraction of the trust I've shared with you? You've seen this ship, you've seen what I can do, and it would be so easy for you to squeal to the Feds about what you know about me. I trust you Jenosa, but will you trust me to save your life?"

Jenosa, though infuriated, was willing to listen, and one of her key personality traits was how fast her attitude could change. She held a small moment of silence as she pondered all of this, and then responded, "Is...That why you trust me so much? I've always found it a little odd that you never attempted to suspect me of anything."

"Partially, yes," Adam replied with a hint of sheepishness. "I trust Samus's judgment of character. She doesn't associate with untrustworthy people. However, I will admit I've also dug into your background a bit, and what I see is a spirited young woman who has an overdeveloped desire to do the right thing, despite risks to her own well being. Will you please let me at least try to keep you safer, even if it means you follow my command?"

"Really?" she said, making a face that was half humbled, and half bemused. She took Adam's 'spirited' as a big complement, but..."I...never really tried to do much in my life to be...any sort of hero, honestly. Never wanted to be one either," she admitted. "I just wanted to live out a...wild life, really, not having to worry about people's lives. But then I end up getting into things that I don't fully understand and...well, it’s not like I can't be sympathetic, I guess."

She then made a wiry smirk, "Long ago, I was just interested in the money, but it wasn't like I didn't care about other people's lives when I could do something. Like I said, I'm picky with my jobs. Alright, I'll put my trust, seeing as I don't have much of a choice anyway," she said with a chuckle. "But you know, I'd really like to see you in person rather than just with that hologram.

Adam sighed. "Maybe someday, but this is as good as you're going to get for now."

Jenosa scoffed, "Fine, hide in your little cubicle if you want. Not that I care; you probably have a beard to match Jesus now."

"Sooooo," she spoke in a more normal tone that hinted some of her stubbornness; she didn't like the idea of taking 'commands' from Adam. Made her feel like some sort of loyal soldier, really; something that she disliked. "What should we do? Since you yanked me right out of there, I have no idea what's going on; and don't think I'm going to sit tight and do nothing."

"For now, we're not doing anything. I'm going to rendezvous you with your ship in a safe location and then I'm going to return to get Twilight out of there."

Jenosa gave a reluctant sigh and nod, expressing momentary discomfort of waiting but understood Adam's reason behind it. "Yeah, that place was getting hot. I have no idea what those suits the feds wore, but they really gave me the shivers."

Having nothing else to do, she simply closed her eyes, as if going to sleep; but really, she was reflecting deeply about herself and her entire life.
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As Faulias looked up, Adam's ship had landed a few mere inches from his face, but he had no energy to try and react surprised at it. He just looked over at Twilight, whispered, "You'd better come out of this alive, Twilight," and shuffled aboard the craft.

On the ship, Faulias had not gotten much farther than the cockpit before he collapsed onto the floor. What functions remained in his shell of a suit had kept him alive thus far, but now, all suit reserve power had been used up, and he was dragging untold amounts of weight. He looked around the cockpit, but only saw Jenosa, the young girl that had rushed in during all the chaos. Slowly, he hoisted himself back up and approached her, listening to her comment on the 'strange suits' that the Feds were wearing.

"They're called PED suits... stands for Phazon Enhancement Device." He took a deep breath before he continued. "Sorry... but would you happen to know where I could find a decent workbench on here...? I need to patch myself up a bit..." he said slowly, as he was out of both breath and energy.
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Jenosa barely managed to close her eyes when she heard a voice from behind her. She turned her head sharply, in part of a reflex, to see a man wearing a heavily beaten armor. He looked like he had been in a war zone.

She shivered at the mention of the word 'phazon.' She hadn't heard it much, but she thought she could recall it had, in part, to do with the virus becoming. Something radioactive; and that she had also discovered in Twilight. At first, the odd tinge of energy within that...'Ing' was more or a less a flickering spark, and it had piqueted. But the stuff in those PED suits was like bonfire to her sixth sense, and the 'heat' was nothing like she had ever 'felt'...and that was going a long way to say she hadn't come across an energy source that didn't bother her.

Adam made a note that he hadn't the tools on board, but Jenosa said she had some tools and a folded workbench in hers, just in case someone other than her had to do on the fly repairs. In other words, he's essentially had to wait. Jenosa didn't appear to in anyway in a rush, but Faulias seemed to be, and she found this oddly amusing. She knew Adam was getting to a safe spot as fast as they could - that she could trust him on - and she saw no reason to be to antsy.

At least that was her opinion. He seemed to be in a real hurry, she pondered, and he was suddenly close enough for her to sense his unique bio-signature. It gave off a flash of memories and feelings in her mind, and she suddenly came to realization just how terribly close he had come to death when fighting that blue replica.

That light spirited face she had shown to Faulias melted into a serious face. "Hey," she said to him, "you should consider yourself very lucky." She said 'very' with a huge emphasis." Her face then became deathly serious, an absolute contrast to the personality she had given him before. "I doubt you even realize that guy was withholding a crazy pathogen that could have gotten into you, HAZMAT suit or not. And I doubt you even know how close I felt it almost unleash on you."

There was a long moment she stared him in the eyes before her gaze totally softened with wry smile. "I suppose you're thinking I'm crazy, but I know what I felt; and it felt like I had been that blue guy, fighting back a terrible urge to do what he almost did. I don't care what you think I said, but I'm glad he hadn't; I'm glad that a stranger like you trying to save Twilight didn't get infect while putting out his best.

She turned her head to properly rest against the seat, giving out a tired but recently unburdened sigh. The guy would probably never get the full scope of what had nearly come to pass, but that was fine with her. She was tired of being too late in trying to save someone from the Scurge, and the vague but surreal moment she shared with that replica had reminded her so much of those frustrating moments to find a person dead...or worse.

"Oh yeah," she added in a more cheerful, social tone, and turned to him with a twinkle, suddenly excited eyes, "my names Jenosa Arma. I don't I can't get to know yours, big guy?"
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"Faulias. Faulias Khayorn," he replied with a grunt. "Nice to meet ya, Jenosa." He had begun to pull off the remnants of his armor, revealing mostly only his lower torso plate being intact. His upper breastplate was decimated, and his helmet was practically nonexistant (and had subsequently been left on the battlefield). When all was said and done, little was without damage, but most of the core could be salvaged with time. Now, Faulias had little but a tightsuit on, bearing the Atlas Industries insignia on the chest. The jumpsuit had taken some damage as well, but not more than a few tears here and there.

"So, you say he was about to unleash some big bad thing on me, huh?" He walked over to Jenosa and knelt beside her. "I have a feeling we've not seen the end of that man... I think he said his name was Gellion. Why don't you tell me more about what we almost dealt with back there?"
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Jenosa looked a little surprise when Faulias appeared to be open towards what she had told him, and she smiled humbly at the attitude in his voice. "Yeah," she spoke in a normal tone, "a really nasty virus the likes of no biohazard suit I know could protect you from, save for one. The stuff - called the Scurge virus - has a penchant a penchant for getting into almost anything else as well; machinery, droids, energy cores. I'm not sure what it can't get into, but anything sentient appears to 'die' and change into something else under the influence of a singular, virulent creature that first emitted the pathogen."

"That...replica you met," she spoke with a dark face, "I'm not quite sure what he is exactly, but I definitely know he's related to the virus. I met something like him before, but only half baked. I..." she closed her eyes for a moment, as if in deep contemplation in what she was going to say next. When she opened them, she seemed to be staring off at a distant memory, "Three years, as a bounty hunter, I used to work the military of the Confederation. Do a few small jobs here and there and get paid to keep my mouth shut; didn't seem like a bad thing at the time...but then they sent me on this one mission that, after my escape, changed me. I saw and learned many things, but most of all, I experienced what a Scurge infested planet was like. They gave me the prototype suit to fight down the infection, but that was it."

"It was sometime after that mission that the virus had still been in me, dormant in a manner until something set it off...Yet, instead of killing me and warping me completely, well, I was still human to an extent, but different. Much like Twilight, I hid from my government by staying in GFed space; but it looks like things have caught up."

"I was drawn to this planet by something related to the Scurge, and I want to find out what is; and what has happened to my government. Seeing them here strikes a terrible fear in my heart; not for me but for everyone else. Further more, even though I barely know the guy, I'm here to help Twilight. We shared our secrets with one another, and to be frank, I can't help but get the idea he'll be brought to a lab; an experience that I shouldn't have, but feel nonetheless."

After that, Jenosa had remained a bit silent, but seemed to take quite well Faulias's attitude. There wasn't much time for normal, conversational as they made their rendezvous with Jenosa's ship, somewhere in an isolated area on the outskirts of the city; where they hopefully wouldn't be spotted as they prepared themselves to rescue Twilight. Jenosa helped Faulias with the pieces of his suit, but as she was picking up the suit's back plat, her hands shot back as if she had burned.

"Yeoch, you didn't tell me you had one of those PED gizmos on your suit?"
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"Right now, just bear down," Donovan said to Harris. "Your men keep doing what they've been doing, and I'll make sure they get out of there with Twilight. In the meantime, be prepared for the worst."

.............................

Donovan's dropship jumped into Atu-3's orbit almost immediately after he left Harris. Just a quick hop and a skip, and millions of miles of space were traversed in seconds.

The pilot brought the bird down into the atmosphere, and Donovan could see the city looming in the distance. Twilight was down there, and so was Malkovich. On their own, each presented their own unique danger. If they were working together though - and based on what he'd seen, that certainly seemed to be the case - then things were much worse than he thought.

"Over there," he said to the pilot, pointing at a plume of black smoke rising from the city's industrial side. No need for scanners when there was a great big flashing sign like that.

The dropship touched down in the middle of an empty street, near the smoldering wreckage of a gunship. Donovan stepped out, flanked by half a dozen armored SWAT troopers.

"Sir, we're picking up high levels of radiation on this entire block," one of the troopers squawked. "You better stay in the ship."

"A little cancer never hurt anyone," Donovan replied. "I want to find out what happened here."

They didn't know that Twilight, Adam, and the rest of this merry band were just around the corner.
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Faulias listened intently to her story, raising a brow when she mentioned the contagion that Gellion was made from was also inside her, infecting her. He tried his best to see the woman for who she was, rather than what she was made of, but the knowledge conflicted with his warrior side. When she began to help him pick up the pieces of his suit, she pulled her hand back swiftly and commented on the PED Unit on his back plate.

"Oop! Careful with that, I think it might have taken a shot in battle," Faulias said quickly, scooping it up from Jenosa's retracting hands. "We wouldn't want it leaking out... I only carry a minimal amount, but out of its container that's still too much." He sighed, looking the device over. "Looks like there's no rupture... good... I thought it might have broken open when you pulled your hand back like that... are you alright?"
"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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(OOC: Heya Jefe, gave you an opening here. You'll recognize it when you see it.)

Although Jenosa and Faulius were having a rather relaxed conversation in the confines of Jenosa’s ship, Adam was anything but relaxed. He was shipping his friends out of town as quickly as the ship could fly and still remain inconspicuous. Radar and sensor stations nearby began experiencing strange malfunctions, reducing their visibility in the area of the battle. The job was sloppy and rushed, but Adam didn’t have time to make an ultra clean getaway. Jenosa’s ship went vertical, afterburners opening fully as the ship blasted off into the heavens, making all due speed off the planet.

Adam’s own ship was fully cloaked but speeding back to Twilight’s location. He hacked police frequencies and gotten them to cordon off the warzone and contacted the appropriate EMS, fire, and HAZMAT teams to get ready to move in and contain the damage once the fighting was over. This was the biggest public disaster Adam had participated in since he went clinically insane two years ago. He was far from happy about it, and his blood pressure would’ve been through the roof if he still had a beating heart.

Another ship was approaching from above, and Adam cursed loudly and repeatedly as he swiveled his ship around to drive it to a full stop. His engines were burning hot, and no amount of cloaking could effectively hide such an obvious signature. He quickly sank the ship down and landed it in the tightest, most confined alleyway he could find. The pizzeria next door was demolished, but the ovens were still warm enough to cover his own infrared signature. With any luck the ambient radiation was enough to keep him from being noticed by the incoming Federation vessel, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

Unfortunately, Twilight was on his own.

The HFI beeped loudly enough to get Twilight’s attention, then detached from his shoulder and flew in front of his face. “Twilight. Run. Now! Follow me!”

The TV-remote sized HFI flew once around his head and then darted off, flying high enough for Twilight to keep an eye on it. There was a gap the HFI could sense ahead, and hopefully it was large enough to get Twilight through.

There was a moment of shock, and Adam found his disjointed senses flipping end over end. He had lost all sense of direction, and it felt like his fingers had been chopped off. It didn’t hurt, but the disorientation was complete.

Backup systems booted, and the HFI struggled back to life. Sounds were muted, and the ultraviolet spectrum was completely missing. The HFI tried to fly, but only the thrusters on one side worked, and the attempt had sent it flying end over end again. The trillion dollar piece of irreplaceable equipment landed in a pile of charred refuse, unable to go any farther. Adam wanted to pull his hair out. There was nothing he could do for his HFI, or more importantly, for Twilight.

Twilight was trapped, and he wasn’t going to survive if he didn’t surrender.
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(OOC: I'm ignoring the part where the ships goes vertical for the moment since I feel like it'll interrupt the flow; plus I already have enough stuff set up. Fatalis, you can have Faulias feel the ship go vertical or whatever if you want. Don't want them to not notice anything at all.)

"I'm fine," she acknowledge with a grimace, "it's just that my body has...become very sensitive to this weird substance. I feel this terrible sensation that wrenches my gut if I'm too close; I could probably tell if one of those PED troopers was behind a wall without needing to look." Jenosa spoke with a mildly pained expression at the mention of how her body had become sensitive to the phazon, as it only indicated to Faulias that she was anything but an ordinary, carbon-based organism now.

Jenosa wondered what Faulias thought of her now that she told him who she was. It was nerve wracking to know someone else knew what you were, and that her body contained a deadly virus. She didn't try to think of it too much, but it was still bothersome, since it would now make socializing, and working, with the guy awkward.

The next moment they spent preparing themselves to rescue Twilight. She first helped Faulias getting the tools he needed, and as she did, Faulias saw more of her character. She stood out amongst the typical bounty hunter females - the few that one could have met were either, seductive, cold eyed, or serious. Jenosa didn't seem to share any of those commons traits, and during most of the setup, she talked and had the demeanor of a regular civilian with a get-to-go, nearly enthusiastic attitude (Although she had yet to strike a general conversation). To some, it could be hard to believe she had been a professional bounty hunter, but that fervent glint in her green eyes whenever she was seen handling a weapon showed that she was twitching to get back into action.

Afterwards, Jenosa decided to done her blue bio-suit, which at least made her feel more safe from that phazon; she also did it to makes herself more prepared. In all honesty, she hadn't worn the suit very often, but strangely, it felt very good to wearing it. That metaphysical muscle of hers needed stretching - a kind of muscle that controlled the energy within her suit and gauntlets - and despite all of her exercising, it suddenly felt like she was out of shape. She flexed this ‘muscle’ by letting her gauntlet form a sphere of energy, and she would have launched the sphere except use that muscle of hers to ‘flex’ a meta-physical part of her body – or in reality, manipulate the gauntlet in a manner that would 'fire' the orb of energy from her hand in a accurate manner (Although she still needed to swing her arm to actually throw the energy) – except she didn’t want to startle Faulias.

Strange, though, she felt she really didn’t need to test out her fire power at all. As soon as she had put on the suit, that sixth sense of her intensified and expanded, opening her mind to world of detail she hadn’t felt before – or at least in a very long time. The orb felt like it only packed enough energy of those regular energy rifles the GFed soldiers use; not the high-energy weapons. And this felt like pebble compared to those guns.

Yeah, she thought, I definitely need to get into ‘shape.’ Yet she smiled at this expand sense of hers; in the past, this might have driven her crazy like a person thinking she was hearing ghosts, but having gotten used to this, she was looking forward to putting this sense to use.

And the phazon didn’t seem to be too much of a concern, as it easily stood out to her, but it didn’t disrupt her sense like before. Suited up, she came into the room, Faulias was working in with some MREs; not the tastiest food, but it had what she needed to survive in times of emergencies. “Here,” she said as she handed Faulias two MREs, “you must be hungry after what happened. And there’s nothing contagious on this.”

Sitting down and opening her meal, she asked, “So, what’s your relationship with Twilight? There’s gotta be reason why you went to so much effort to help him; and to be honest, you look like ones of those hunters who had been hired to take him out.”

“In which case,” she pondered, “getting to Twilight is going to be a hella lot of work with all those troopers on the planet; assuming he’s alive when we get back.”
Edited by CEMP, Jun 1 2009, 07:55 PM.
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