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Haybrid Faction (Reboot); Let's do this right this time
Topic Started: Jan 8 2010, 05:54 PM (2,927 Views)
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As he breathed deeply as he let his mind seep into his body, feeling the powerful symbiosis between his intangible mind and every cell within his body; including that of the brain cells themselves. It reminded him how thankful he was to have a body in the first place, as it made that vague awareness of what your body was up to into a crystal clear perception. The pulse of his heart and the lifting of his lungs were absolutely distinct; the activity of various chemical reactions going on; the anti-bodies of his immune system devouring invades, and the hunger...which formed the urge to grab any nearby prey, anything that smelled like fresh meat, and devour it. Either by the common predatory method, tearing at his victim with teeth and claws all the while his body morph into a more predatory form; or, by his less uncommon method, osmosis; pure, cellular absorption. Just as an amoeba would surround and devour bacteria, so could he with a human being.

And that was a scary thought for Reggie Isusango, who barely held onto whatever remaining humanity he had left as he could feel that very urge pulling at him. It was bad enough he had to share his skull with another entity who's barely held any kind of moral ethics, but being stuck with a body whose entire cells formed this a primitive, collective conscious that held great influence his primal instincts had made his life hell.

Since the so-called destruction the mysterious Albanoid Faction's base two years back, Reg had made a struggling attempt to settle down into a normal life; at least as normal as he could make it. He was glad his sister was there to help him and put up some of Belugugan's, the other entity within his mind, antics; as well as his own animalistic ones. She often helped him with his hunger problems and eventually managed to get him a job; something that he was afraid to due to his voracious tendencies.

Yet about having almost settle down, he should have guessed his real troubles weren't over; he should have guess the Albanoid, or perhaps someone else related to them, would have popped up. To which they did, yet it was the Federation that had first involved himself, which was what surprised him. He lived on a remote planet where the Feds barely took notice, and he found himself shaken by how they suddenly walked to the door asking him question he did like to answer; and gave white lies to. The agents left, only for the Feds to come back and 'save' him when the Albanoid or who ever they were had tried to capture him.

Unfortunately, they had come when he had gone feral and shown his true colors, no doubt showing that he could be quite dangerous; though despite the two years of having done nothing wrong. Sedated, he, along with his sister, had been quickly whisked off to a police station where, once his hunger was satiated, he was interrogated properly. Much was revealed, though he did not reveal the presence of Belugugan.

He was presented with a choice: he could cooperate with the guy in charge and let their scientists do whatever they felt like, or he could resist, to which that would get violent and wouldn't bode well for the long run. In all honesty, to both him and Bel, it felt like they only had one choice, and while note liking it, especially Bel, he hesitantly cooperated.

Now the matter was waiting until his ship to get off the planet was ready. And given his dangerous nature and the danger of the unknown group coming back for him, the Federation had summoned some bounty hunters and mercenaries.

He sighed inside of his cell within the station as he waited agonizingly to get this over with, popping a raw egg, shell and whole, into his mouth to keep him sane. It was one of the few things on his current diet that he could eat; almost everything else he would throw up.

It was one of the parts of his humanity he had lost.
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One by one the overhead lights flickered on as the group strode along the walkway leading the facility’s high security wing. Upon first seeing it custodian Varis had thought it too melodramatic, too pointlessly expressive to try and inspire any form of intimidation within the prisoners. That was until he’d learnt of the row upon row of sentry guns and the four mile drop either side of the walkway, just outside of the light’s reach. And that was assuming you were lucky enough not to fall prey to the facility’s ‘guard dogs’.

The light overhead flicked on revealing the armoured blast door and the large sigil of the Biologis has been hastily added along with the warning ‘Xenos Majoris.’ Lack of space had forced the facility to give over a number of its cells to storing the more violent alien beasts the apothecaries had recently captured in their expeditions. Varis had quietly been thankful for this, keeping a number of carnivorous twelve foot tall killing machines in the cells adjacent to the psychopaths, war criminals and assorted bastards had forced them to rethink any plans they might have for escape.
One of the power armoured templars accompanying Varis clanked past, sliding the identification key and unlocking the blast door in front of them. Traversing through the twisted steel maze of the prison, past the innumerable checkpoints and guards they came to the isolation cells.
The walls of the cylindrical room pulsed with energy as they constantly charged their various EMP wave generators, tesla plates sparking with lightning as all the defences constantly monitored the figure kneeling in the centre of the room. Waving away his escort of templars and ordering them to wait outside, Varis strode inside.

Truth be told, the room’s defences were almost entirely obsolete, an unnecessary addition used to simply impress upon the occupant that attempting to escape the protective pulse shield surrounding him would end in his death. The officer noted with disgust how the occupant’s flesh had begun peeling away revealing the metal bones underneath after having gone so long without maintenance. A large cable inserted within his ribcage supplied him with power, just enough to keep him conscious of his surroundings.

“CRU85-366” Varis addressed the prisoner facing him briskly, withdrawing the document from within his overcoat.
“I prefer Ra” he prisoner replied, his voice buzzing slightly as voice unit strained to make up for the long since decayed vocal cords.
Varis ignored him and began to read the text “you have been recalled to duty for a retrieval mission into Federation space, should you agree to this you will be granted a full pardon for your transgressions. The charges places against you will be excused by the system damage generated by the EMP wave on Gamma-Seven-Nine and-”
“no.”
Varis stopped and glanced up, he’d been expecting the prisoner to resist but not to totally instantly reject the only chance he’d have to escape destruction. “you are to be scheduled for termination if you refuse, are you aware of that?”
Ra shifted, trying and failing to bring himself up to eye level with Varis. “Oh yes, but I would much rather see those lying bastards lose whatever they want to get their hands on.” He gave out a hacking cough as more of his organic self fell away, spattering against the cell floor. “I made up my mind where my loyalties lay when that ‘damage’ on G79 allowed Blake to resurface in my mind. Or least enough of him to tell me what you’d done to survive.”
“And what of your ‘other self’? the Lightbringer’s AI?”
Collapsing onto his side, Ra gave up trying to stand and simply answered “Shin will continue to give you quite some trouble yet. Most likely for some years to come, last I heard he had taken this prison’s power grid offline and set half those monsters you have locked up on your guards.”
“Yes, and that was when we caught him.” Varis replied smugly, seeing the shock visible even through Ra’s decayed features “He’ll be deleted at the same time as your destruction. Now are you willing to listen?”
Ra was silent for some time, he’d obviously not been expecting this or been ready to so quickly decide his friend’s fate. “Alright,” he said at length “what am I trying to steal?”

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The mat black form of the stealth equipped drop pod shuddered as it tumbled towards the ground, the orbital bomber pulling away after its fast entry into the atmosphere and back towards the Lightbringer. Ra knew he should have been expecting that jab against his ego. To have him transported as little more than a prisoner aboard his own ship, and see it under the command of another, was almost a trademark humiliation the High Guard used against disgraced soldiers.
Still, he now knew he had a ship capable of high speed extraction and wouldn’t have to secure his own long range transport like on so many other missions. And with his synthetic flesh restored it would now be possible to pass himself off as a human, perhaps even infiltrate the area as one of the Federation’s hunters.

Producing the mission report he looked once more through the personnel files and mission data. At least the data he had been privy to. Apparently not too long ago an unknown group had apparently attempted to abduct an individual, Reggie Isusango, from a minor planet under the Federation’s control. Then without warning the Federation itself intervened on this matter despite apparently having no interest in the planet itself and was now moving him off world under guard of an armed escort.
The mission was simple: find Isuango, either convince him to come with Ra or take from him whatever the Federation were so desperately interested in obtaining. And if neither of these were possible prevent him from falling into Federation hands.

A warning light flickered on overhead as the pod’s grav systems kicked in, slowing it down and bringing it to rest against the ground with a stomach wrenching jolt before powering down. No crater, no visible explosion from downward thrusters and hopefully no way of anyone picking up the vehicle.
The pair of manacles holding him in place loosened as it touched down and Ra immediately began scrabbling for his equipment, the slowly speeding up pulse of the pod’s timer ringing in his ears as it counted down towards the EMP wave. Grabbing the last of his gear he sprinted from the landing site as the short range EMP went off, frying the pod’s electronics to leave nothing identifiable for the Federation to find. Supposedly anyway.

Loading his weapons Ra began the long track towards the station.
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There was a faint snap. The black protection shield obscuring the observation window slowly began to open. Through the shield the window revealed a sea of stars sandwiched between two large sections of the space station, sections that blocked off more than a fourth of the window and showed obvious designer oversight for the view. One word, Aedalus, was engraved on both sections - its faded orange writing gave testimony to the station's age

The view was just as it had been yesterday.

In front of the newly opened window stood a silvery-grey robot, slightly humanoid in form, with backwards-jointed legs and a slight bulkiness. On its right shoulder was its apparent name, Tau-48, written in green.

The robot's eyes eyes were a similar green color, and they glowed slightly as it watched through the window. Tau noticed every speck of dust that had accumulated on the window's surface, every scratch, and the multitude of finger-prints from every human that had touched it.

He had been on the Aedalus for over a month now. The crew of the station had been accommodating enough; after the first week of questions they had ceased to bother him. And after all, the station was a rest stop of sorts. But there was only so much he could do on board a station for weeks on end, only so much he could learn.

To tell the truth, Tau was tired of being on the Aedalus.

The federation's search for him had more than died down. He wasn't sure if they had forgotten about him, or just didn't care anymore. Whatever the reason, he had seized upon the opportunity to reclassify himself, this time as a mercenary. It was less than desirable, but it would have to do. There were more than enough opportunities for a mercenary to explore than a... whatever he had been before. Tau had posted his offerings as soon as he could, and if he were lucky...

A woman of about thirty, sporting bright red hair and dark blue jeans, quickly walked into the room at that exact moment. With a slight start, she glanced at Tau and spoke.
“Um, Mr Tau,”
“Yes, what is it?” Tau turned to look at who had entered the room. “Erin?”
His voice had a clear mechanical undertone to it, but its clarity was unaffected.
“There's a message down at processing for you; they wouldn't let us forward it to your private line because of encryption or something, so you'll have to get it from there.”
“I see.” Tau paused. “I'll be over there in a moment, if you'll just go along now.”

Erin turned around to leave, making a note to herself to take the long route back to her workstation. The robot made her nervous, and it was something she did not hide very well.

Tau watched her leave, suppressing a desire to laugh, then turned back to the window. The message had to be a reply to his mercenary postings, nobody else would send him a message here. Unless...the federation was suspicious again. But that he doubted, for he had been observing the public networks and had seen nothing to suggest it.

After a few minutes he closed the window shielding and began the walk to processing. He encountered few people on his way down the metal hallways of the station, but it was something he paid little attention to.

When he reached the area, there was a man already waiting for him, one who simply pointed Tau to a computer console and left without a word. After fumbling with the keyboard for a second, Tau opened the signal processing program - it was already set to read his message. He was expecting a video or audio feed, and was genuinely surprised when he discovered it was simply a text message.

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To: Tau of Aedalus Station, Coordinates:2213101231, -12022141, 93422142
Subject: Regarding Potential Employment

After reviewing your public posting of mercenary offers and skills I have determined that it is in my interests to offer you employment for a brief span of time under a “recovery” mission, relating to events that are unfortunately classified. As this is not a secure method of communication, I am unable to relinquish further details in this message. Instead, I request an in-face meeting at the planet Thulion where the matter can be discussed further. Once in orbit around the planet you will be contacted with further instructions.

In regards to your payment, you will be reimbursed for your service with 10,000 credits.
-Dr. Geisten

Tau closed the message, making sure to copy it for himself first. He had no way to reply, but this offering would work well enough. The planet Thulion was obscure but in his star map, which revealed that it was more than a ways off. The distance didn't matter to Tau though, for he was certain he could gleam enough of the “classified” information with enough trying.

After an hour of preparation a small ship could be seen leaving Station Aedalius, one which was dwarfed by the station's size. Tau was situated at the ship's controls, waiting for it to enter warp drive – after that he would only have to turn on the auto-pilot and wait. The minutes passed agonizingly, but the ship soon entered warp space without a problem.

The “trip” took many hours, but the time passed quickly for Tau, who put himself in a low power mode. To him, the ship had reached the Thulion star system in only half an hour. Once he was certain he had arrived, he quickly dropped the ship out of warp and began to direct it towards the planet...
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A simple escort mission, they're calling it. Curon grimaced as the scanner ran over his naked body, checking his body and brainwaves for any inconsistencies and faults, which there were few. The medical examination after the really bad situation with Phazon had warranted a full investigation, and Curon had been subject to a lot of tests, some physical, some mental. Thankfully, this was the last of them, and once the machine finished its diagnosis, he immediately grabbed the robe next to him and slipped it on, bashful as ever.

"Looks like everything is normal, no Phazon poisoning," the familiar voice of Doctor Steiner said as she stepped into the room, obviously taking no notice of Curon's situation. "Thankfully, the Federation has allowed me to continue the Wraith project, but under a tighter budget, so any upgrades we do will have to be minimal..." She said, writing a few things down on her digital notepad.

Curon rubbed his face. "I'm hoping you mean to the suit. I can't stand the thought of getting implants..." Curon groaned, almost childlike as he stood up.

Doctor Steiner shrugged. "It's difficult to tell at this point. What with the emotional stress you've been through, I'm surprised you're still functioning properly..." She said, looking up at Curon with a concerned face.

Curon's brow lowered. "Don't talk about me like I'm somekind of Robot, ma'am. I'm fine..." He insisted as he started to walk out the room, looking for his clothes. "I mean, every soldier goes through these things right? No reason I can't cope..." He said, something whispering in the back of his mind.

Ember

Curon shook his head again. He could have sworn he heard the woman's voice again, but once again, the chance to find her had slipped his grasp, again. He sighed heavily as he walked through the door to the locker room, Doctor Steiner following closely and entering after him, despite the fact that it was a male locker room. She didn't seem to notice the men in the room changing uniforms and whatnot, as her attention was focused on Curon.

"Listen, I'm going to need time to make proper adjustments to the suit, so you'll have to utilize your regular Federation Armor for this next assignment," She said, writing a few more notes. "It should be simple enough, right?" She asked, offhandedly.

"That's what they said about the previous missions," Curon said, rolling his eyes as he pulled a pair of pants on. "Things are always 'simple' before they get out of hand. I don't like this one bit, they're not even telling us what we're guarding anyway..." He complained.

"Well, the Federation has been a bit uptight about it's secrets. No reason for this to be any different, right?" She asked, looking up at Curon as he changed into his duty uniform.

Curon merely gave Doctor Steiner a look that spoke more words than needed.
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To: Kaivori, T.M. -- Federation Naval Forces, Captain; Serial No. 3B85-K776-9A-TK
Subject: Orders
Incription code Delta-Epsilon-Niner-Niner-Bravo

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Captain Kaivori:

You've been assigned to guard and escort a "Special Package" that's highly valuable to the Federation. You'll have your full crew and ship for ths one; Claymore, along with five Vulture fightercraft. There will likely be others hired to help escort the package; you are to treat them with respect, but they are NOT to interfere with your mission: protect at all costs.



Tidus Kaivori had recieved that notice a little over a week ago. Now, he and the rest of his crew were in orbit on the far side of planet Thulion's larger moon, where it could hide in relative safety because the moon's composition interfered with scanning and radar frequencies. They were likely to remain undiscovered, but the same could be said for any potential enemy ships. Occasional Vulture flights from the planet's surface to the Claymore kept it up to date with information, and passively scouted the thin stream of ship traffic that arrived in-system.

In a few hours, Tidus, his first mate, and a few Federation marines statione about the Claymore were supposed to go down to the planet's surface in a shuttle to meet this "package," unless they were signalled beforehand. Hopefully, it would be worth the trouble to coming for this God-forsaken corner of the colonies.

"Status," Kaivori said into his lapel com, which was linked directly to the bridge.

"Green across the board, sir," a voice called back, "with the expected exception of the moon interfering with our equipment." Though the person he was talking to couldn't see it, Tidus nodded, pulling a wrinkle out of the shirt of his Federation Navy Officer's uniform. He was in the Mess, chosing today to sit and talk with a few of the non-coms and other crewmen aboard the ship. Crew loyalty counted for everything.


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Jack Mason did not like working for the spooks.

It wasn't about the secrecy. He was a lifer, after all. He understood that sometimes it was necessary to withhold certain information from the troops in order to protect to mission. That was just a basic fact of military life. With the spooks though, it was more than just a little classified information. Even if by some miracle they actually told you what the purpose of the mission was, there was a very good chance that it was a bald-faced lie. And you could be damn sure that it wasn't the mission they were protecting - most likely it was their own asses.

And as to how far they would go to keep their secrets... well, Mason had heard stories. Stories that he didn't want to believe, but based on the thing's he'd seen in his life, could have easily happened.

This particular mission hopefully wouldn't be so bad. Captain Mason had been waist deep in this one from the beginning, so he most of the details, though that didn't mean he liked it any better. But he had his orders, and he would carry them out faithfully.

He strode across the parade grounds of the base to where the small squad of Marines was gathering. They had been told to be ready at 0800, so by his watch they had four minutes. There weren't many of them. About half a dozen elite troopers. One of them, a Corporal Curon, was said to be in questionable health, though Mason understood that the medical staff had cleared him for this op.

After the Marines, there was Kaviori and his crew, who were their ride. Captain Mason didn't like this arrangement, but Section 6 was calling the shots, not him. They'd offered the rogue immunity in exchange for his services, and he'd accepted. He would have to deal with that. Once again, he had his orders. As soon as they arrived, they would transfer Reg from his secure holding cell onto the ship, and they would be ready to go.

By now, the Marines were gathered. They snapped to attention and the gruff old Englishman looked over his men. "Good morning, boys and girls," he grumbled. "Which one of you is called Curon?"
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A red-haired lab technician walked through the medical wing with purpose. She was one of Dr. Steiner’s assistants, recently transferred from a hospital on the planet Alborgus. She was highly capable, competent, and had a solid work ethic. Those traits alone weren’t enough to land somebody a job with the Federation military, especially considering she was a civilian. Officially, she was a new recruit, having just signed her contract a few months ago. According to the paperwork, she had enough previous training for her to be immediately posted to a position on Thulion, one of the Federation’s outposts closest to Alborgus, and therefore the most logical location for her to receive her training.

Kathleen stopped briefly by her ‘office’, a rare spot of tabletop unoccupied by machines. The spot was so small that she had piled up boxes on top of one another so she could have shelves to store her notes. She reached into the second box and sifted through the papers, found what she was looking for, scribbled a few notes, and set everything back. She grabbed an empty clipboard and walked to the opposite side of the room.

More documents were piled next to a copy machine, and these were what Dr. Steiner wanted copied. They were medical release forms for one of the soldiers newly assigned to the base. Kathleen quickly read as much information as she could while she fiddled with the copier’s settings. The man’s name was simply Curon. She thought it was bizarre for someone not to have a last name, but then figured that this man was using an alias. His file certainly was…interesting.

Lingering no longer than prudence demanded, she grabbed her papers and departed. The hallway to the parade grounds passed several sections she did not have the clearance to enter. It frustrated her, because it meant that communication was strictly one-way with the person she cared about most.

She walked past a locked door. She had permission to get this close, but no nearer. A single vent at the door carried her scent into the room beyond. She took this route at least once a day. It was important that Reg and Belugugan knew she was near, even if they were forbidden to meet face to face until they were at a more secure and private location. The Feds said the separation was for her safety, because anyone who wanted Reg would go after her first. She knew it was true, but she also wasn’t dumb enough to know that wasn’t the only reason. The easiest way to control Reg was through her, and keeping her tauntingly close but beyond his ability to help should things not go the way the Feds wanted was the best way to ensure his continuing cooperation.

Her daily, quite unfulfilling task done, she hurried to the open skies of the parade grounds, and waited discreetly to one side (still dressed in her lab coat) for Mr. Mason to notice her.
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"Here, sir!" Corporal Curon saluted sharply, but stayed in formation. His temperment, while not immediately apparent, would probably hint that a lot was on his mind, especially after his conversation with Doctor Steiner, which had not improved things in the slightest, but at least Curon was back in the element he had learned to grow comfortable in, if not completely at ease in. Curon had had very little else to say to Doctor Steiner before she walked off to do something, probably something important to her research and whatnot. While Curon didn't like it, they rarely had time to talk much anymore, especially after what they had been through.

'Focus on the here and now,' Curon reminded himself, his thoughts coming back to the parade field where he found himself standing in formation. Mission. Right. As usual, Curon hadn't been told much, aside from purely the basics: Guard some cargo, look out for trouble. Curon hadn't formerly met the guy, but he assumed the Captain in front of the formation was their 'leader' for this little venture. He seemed like a competent enough guy.

"Corporal Curon Hifor, Sir!"
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She may have been doing something a bit naughty, but it wouldn't be anything that the Huntress would notice. An intriguing bounty advertisement that had been listed with little information bearing on the details of the mission had been posted by the Federation not too long ago. Contact information and destination coordinates for briefings were listed, as well as a price tag and qualification requirements.

After she did some research on the matter, she discovered that she had a few contacts that she could reacquaint herself safely without divulging too much sensitive information, and much to her chagrin, without receiving as much either. However, she considered her ward to be overqualified if only undereducated. It was a prime opportunity to put her own continuing experiment from the BSL to one final test.

Dr. Tara Dillard pulled some strings using what influence she had in the xenobiology community, as well as using names and faces from memories she shared amongst the colonies of X that writhed beneath the surface of her flesh. Within a few days, she had the proper paperwork, identity cards, pass cards, and licenses for her prodigy.

The final exam was upon Omega-Alpha Aran.

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To the desk of Kathleen Mayes:

Greetings. Last year, I received your resume and cover letter regarding your interest in internship with the xenobiology research department. I must restate that you were passed over not on the basis of experience, but with the material we had been researching.

I am always one who diligently maintains records, even if seemingly irrelevant; they may prove useful later in times of need. It is my intention to make contact with you again regarding a case study of observation. As I understand, you are currently under contract. By no means after reviewing your contract would this be in violation of said contract, nor would it be a conflict of interest.

As a matter of fact, this may be of interest to interested parties, such as those of your employers. If you believe that they would be interested in observation as well, you may pass this information along to them. However, the main content of this notice is to present an opportunity to observe an experimental project: the social interactions of a sentient xenoform oddity.

The subject is en route to your facility's location to make contact with a Captain Jack Mason for details on a bounty mission. All appropriate protocols have been fulfilled to make this legally possible. Any non-classified information regarding the xenoform may be presented to you upon request.

Forthright, he is a curious sort with an insatiable taste for good cuisine which is inversely proportional to his qualifications in mathematics. Also, you can't miss him. His name is Omega-Alpha. He prefers being addressed as such, and only those that he considers "close" he allows to shorten his name to Omega.

If you wish to take this offer, please contact me. I would be grateful to know your response, as I have continuing work here on the Randklev concerning this project.

Thank you for your time and consideration,
Tara Dillard, PhD Xenobiology, Xenoculture


She intentionally omitted revealing his preferred surname as anyone who knew it would trace it back to the Huntress. At that point, it would have been easy to trace it back to the infected Dillard. On the one hand, she knew that Samus Aran wouldn't have considered this contract. On the other, she doubted she wouldn't want her "son" to take it either. Down the middle, that simple omission made this excursion possible with neither party frowning on the other.

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A tall figure standing seven-foot-eight and heavily covered in an earth-toned hooded cloak who obviously had a digitigrade gate to his walk, stalked onto a permissible section of the parade grounds. The hood was pulled low over his face, and the cloak itself was drawn around his body like a heavy curtain. He came to a stop at the edge of the area and patiently waited to be addressed or approached by anyone seeing a stranger.

From beneath the cloak, hidden eyes scanned over the area. One gentlemanly figure was beginning a conversation with another human in a rather regimental tone. Off towards a building backing the parade grounds, a red-headed woman in a white lab coat was leaning against it's wall in wait.

Everything seemed well enough, the creature considered. He was sure to follow the directions that was given to him by the people who protected this facility. Proper pass codes, paperwork, and identity information had been presented: "Omega-Alpha, Bounty Hunter, class Beta".

"Chrrr...."
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The building seemed to be relatively lightly armed for a guarded location holding what was supposedly a valuable asset. Squinting from his vantage point, in one of the trees not far from the outskirts of the settlement his target was located in, Ra’s vision narrowed as he zoomed in on the station slowly noting the various details surrounding the building. A number of figures seemed to be waiting outside, soldiers standing to attention and a few non combatants but nothing of any real threat.
He paused for a moment and almost burst out laughing spotting the tall figure cloaked in the parade ground. His employers had always described the Federation as a malevolent parasite working through trickery and deception to meet its ends; but to see a tall imposing figure apparently watching groups of soldiers standing ready for battle was a scene so stereotypically ‘evil’ it couldn’t be taken any more seriously than the decaying pre-colour films Shin had taken to watching aboard the Lightbringer. At least while it had been under their command anyway.

Pulling his gaze away from the grounds he zoomed in on the building. Though not as menacing or well defended as he would have expected the station’s architecture appeared to be little more than slabs of concrete, an unsightly block of modern engineering perfect for hiding plates of armour and major external defences. Not to mention the number of soldiers, police or automated cannon the building could contain. Eventually sheer weight of numbers would simply prevail against him.
The real trick would be just reaching the target however; armed with so many firearms and weapons any idiot could raise the alarm before he even came within sight of the building.

A thought occurred to Ra: maybe he simply wouldn’t have to. Taking one last scan of the building he spotted what he wanted, a weak point which could be exploited with ease. Blinking and un-zooming his vision he withdrew a small object from the belt of his armour, a thin metal cylinder. Its inlaid circuitry sparked and seemed to quicken in its rhythmic pulses, flashing angrily as Ra held it before his eyes examining the device. Taking careful aim he drew back the device and plunged it deep into the circuitry beneath his synthetic flesh.

Almost instantly it was clear something was wrong, Ra’s body went into convulsions as something bore into his mind, drilling its way through his psyche and programming as it was released from captivity. Scrambling Ra frantically attempted to withdraw the device even as the steel tendrils began to exude themselves from the hack-spike, latching onto him and pulling itself deeper beneath his skin.
They had tricked him, what had been in there was little more than poison. Ra barely registered the thud as the branch gave way and he collapsed into the undergrowth below, the AI rapidly stripping away at his being as it took over his body.
"You can live forever or die trying."
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