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Haybrid Faction (Reboot); Let's do this right this time
Topic Started: Jan 8 2010, 05:54 PM (2,932 Views)
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Reg sniffed the air as he caught the waft of his sister's scent; he had once wondered what it was like to have a more heightened sense of smell, and while he wasn't happy with what happened to his body, it was an experience with many odds and ends.

Quite a lot him, in fact, had changed over time since his encounter with Belugugan, the parasitic mind that now lurked within him; his own cellular structure having fused with his human cells. In a way, he had become a hybrid between a human and a monster, although the only physical appearance that showed this was his massive canine teeth that he could shred a person's neck within a bite or two. That he truly wanted to do that, but from time to time, the very urge would hit him; especially if he was hungry.

However, this blur of his humanity now represented itself all around the room in the form of metallic dents, boding him a grim reflection of what he had become. Although truth be told, the dents weren't from rage but simply from being too goddamn restless; despite the cell being generously wide for a human being, Reg and Bel felt far too cramped, especially when they changed to let their primal emotions out.

Not only that, but the room's 'decor' didn't help with his reception over time, as everyone who came to give him food (In the most 'safest' possible manner) had first looked at him like a juvenile delinquent and later on a feral xeno.

He couldn't blame them, but all the looks made him feel even rather lonely over the week he had been here. It was why he - they - sighed when in a mixture of relief and longing; Kat was one of the few who understood both of them - Reg and Belugugan - and it pained them greatly to be separated for so long; only the sent was enough to give him a small comfort that his sister - Reg's sister - was doing well.

Although...Belugugan carried very little humanity, and probably would have attempted to kill the agents that made a visit to their house if it hadn't been for Reg. The parasite obviously held more favor to their bestial impulses, but strangely, neither he nor the host played a game of dominance with their body. Rather, through the turmoil and transformation of their body, they shared this bizarre mental partnership - somehow, their emotions and thoughts would largely intermingle with one another. In a way, even when their thoughts occasionally conflicted, they seemed to think like this quasi single entity - and once in a while, they did think like one.

Honestly, it was a thought process that was difficult to fully describe and was better to just witness. The closest words they could come up with was that Bel was Reg's feral side and Reg acted like Bel's reason, which was why Bel stubbornly agree to play along as attacking the Fed's would only prove to make their life worse in the long run.

Reg emitted an exasperated growl that was his as well as Bel's; they were both starting to become frustrated with their wait and cell holding. Right now he - Reg in this case - didn't care what happened if they got to their destination; all this idling.

Probably because of Bel's impulsive nature, he went up to the grating and yelled. "Hey! What the hell's taking so long to get that ship ready?"
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As soon as Tau was close to the planet, he was sent a message for the coordinates of their meeting place; an area in a rather remote location, far from the Federation police station. It was a thick forested area, and it was difficult enough to find a landing spot near it; once at the coordinates, there was a small moment of silence, the only noise coming from that of the wildlife around the area.

But the silence was soon broken by the clapping of human hands, and Tau would see a short man of statue approaching him, accompanied by a much taller person. The short man giving the 'welcome' held had short brown, scruffled hair that indicated that he didn't comb it very often, and his eyes were hidden by shaded glasses. While the black trench coat he wore hid most of his body, Tau could make out a white lab coat underneath. Along with the eccentric smile and air about him, the man was without a doubt a scientist.

The other man, black short hair and gray eyes, held a taunt pose and wore a dark green military uniform. It was easy to see that this man held deft experience in combat, and seemed to move alongside the scientist's side not like a body guard, but a compatriot.

Having finished clapping, the scientist grinned happily and spoke in a rather joyful manner, his voice holding a German accent, "Ahhh, Tau I presume, yes? It is very...satisfying to know you have taken the offer; unless, you're here for different reasons, to which I assure you, I we have come well prepared to deal with any...traps."
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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“You must be Dr Geisten.”

Tau examined the shorter of the two men carefully, the robot's eyes flicking from one to the other. The first, the doctor, appeared to be a scientist, while the second was of military personnel. Neither of the two seemed significantly threatening to him at that time.

“You need not worry about that.” Tau stated in response to the scientist's question. The moonlight above trickled oddly through the foliage of the forest, giving it a surreal quality. Thulion's larger moon was the source of the light - it had risen far and full in the sky, obscuring the other moon. It had been near the first moon that he had received the coordinates for this meeting; his path there had been nothing more than a straight line.

“Your offer was more than sufficient...the only thing I may ask for is more information, ah, pertaining only to the mission.” He paused for a moment, watching the two's reactions. “Speaking of which, what exactly is the mission going to be a recovery of?”
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"They tell me you've been given a clean bill of health," Captain Mason said as he sized up Corporal Curon Hifor. "But you so much as get a headache and I want to know about it. Understood?"

Mason had only learned of the Corporal's condition because he had threatened to walk away from the mission. They couldn't have that, as he had already developed something of a rapport with the sister, who was absolutely essential to keeping Reg under control. As for why they wanted to hide something as serious as possible phazon poisoning, the Captain could not fathom. Perhaps they had planned to inform him after the Corporal went crazy and killed half the crew.

"Now then," he said, taking a step back and addressing all of the troops. "My name is Captain Mason. As you are all probably aware, this operation is being run by Section 6, which means you will be kept in the dark and you will like it. You are not here to ask questions. You are here to carry out the mission and quite possibly get brutally slaughtered. We are Marines, after all, and this is our purpose in life."

While it may have sounded like gallows humor to the troops, Mason was letting his frustration with the spooks show through. Everything about this mission was all wrong. No doubt the troops could smell it as well. But then again, when you worked for the spooks, this was Standard Operating Procedure.

Mason spotted the redheaded girl in the lab coat waiting for him off to the side. He dismissed the troops, telling them to be back here at 0900 sharp when they would then depart - provided there were no delays with their transportation - and then headed over to meet the redhead.

"I trust everything is going well," he said to her, adopting a far more gentle tone than the harsh growl he used for his men.

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As the Captain was addressing his men, a second dark and mysterious figure stood at the edge of the parade grounds. This one was a good deal shorter than the tall figure in the cloak, standing about 5'6", wearing a black overcoat and a wide-brimmed hat, hands stuffed into his pockets. And unlike the seven footer, this one was clearly human, a gray haired man about in his sixties. He nonchalantly strolled over to the cloaked figure, whom he had been watching for some time now.

"Well now, you're an odd one, aren't you?" he said.
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"Yes, sir!" Curon exclaimed when the Captain questioned him, but while it wasn't apparent in his voice, Curon didn't fully mean it. Ever since that incident, people were constantly asking if he was okay, and it was starting to get on his nerves. He found it incredibly irritating how, even after official medical examinations, they inquired about his health, or felt that it was somehow important to them. It wasn't.

The introduction wasn't a great one, and to be honest, it didn't really alter Curon's opinion of the captain at all, but he took it for what it was and accepted the dismissal like he was supposed to. He might actually get a chance to eat something, if things turned out alright. However, being singled out in formation caused some of the other soldiers to give Curon strange looks as they departed, a favor Curon didn't return immediately.

Some days, he hated the military life, but he went about it anyway. This whole mission smelled terrible in his opinion. Something was up, and that something was being kept hidden. That something would also end up killing them, Curon thought, as he started to leave the parade field.
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"Ahhh, I'm glad to hear that you are interested the in reward," he said with a note of courtship. "And of course I don't intend to leave you in the dark, oh no. That would be very poor of me, oh yes; the target in question is an unfortunate human being who got caught accidentally with experiment of ours. Please understand," he said as he crossed his hands, "we - and you can assume others than just me - did not intend any sentient creatures to be used with our experiments, and it seemed many unexpected things happened. The matter of which we were testing with was considered harmless, but," he shifted his glass back up as he thought, "experiment are experiments, and things don't always go the vway you expect them to."

As Geisten talked, his companion remained silent yet looked wary, no doubt being attentive to anything that went on around them. The man himself seemed still as panther could be, solid like stone but ready to spring at any given danger.

"Now," as the scientist continued, speaking in a dire and wrathful tone, "it seems the federation caught wind of this accident and have acquired the human - or at least, what has become of him, and mind you, he has lot quite a bit of his intelligence. He is currently here on this planet, held quite securely, and it is important we clean this mess up before it becomes problematic. We especially do not trust the Federation with what our handy work has subsequently created; they may try to weaponize for all we know, something we had wanted to avoid."

"I take it you understand our situation, no? If you still agree, then I believe it would be prudent for you and my friend, Jainas, to scout the area our unfortunate man is held at. While your objectives are to acquire the target, you are but one person, Tau; and I am sure the Federation have hired their own friends to help with the ship of the packadge. In any case, I'll leave you two discuss tactical details."

Jainas merely nodded to Tau, Geisten waved them off, yet before they got the chance to leave, the good doctor asked curiously, "Before you go, I must ask...you're design is obviously Federation, yet i get the distinct feeling you don't work for them. You're an android no doubt, yet you're not bound by them, and this makes me quite curious about you really are, if you don't mind me asking? Don't worry, I have no suspicion about your true intentions," he said with a wave of his hand.

Tau paused for a moment, picking his next words carefully. "I was... subject to an accident of sorts. One that I have gained from significantly, and has given me a certain... clarity, if you might call it that. The Federation does not see it that way."

Geisten hummed to himself as they left, "How...rather intriguing."

Jainas nodded, making a smirk, "Come, let us see what might be at the Federation's, and what fun they might bring."
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As from the echo of his voice, all that Reg heard in response was dead silence. Dead, lonely silence that left him frustrated and angry, and Belugugan in a frenzy; their emotions subconsciously flowed together and into their body, causing his cells to exploded with fury. They suddenly began multiplied exponentially like can out-of-control cancer; Reg barely had any time - or, surprisingly, any sense left at that matter - to let his pants down before his entire body bulged and tore his shirt.

And even as his body morphed, the sounds of bone crunching and flesh and face melting, he roared as he flung his fist against the cell's door in rage. Despite being locked up in the toughest room there was in the station, Reg had made a nasty dent in it, his his hand suddenly having a hard carapace over it; which soon disappeared as he dropped on all fours.

In mere moments, he had grown from nearly three times the size of a human, but he no longer looked like one; rather, he looked like a vicious xeno who's body's shape held a close resemblance to a bear. However, there was a not a single hair on him, his skin now pale white and held a blubbery texture to it. His legs weren't short but long and thick, and had massive black claws that looked like he could tear through trooper's armor in a good swing or two.

Most of all, the part of him that had become the most alien was his head. It no longer had the human head shape, but rather where the head was supposed to be for a bear or wolf, a big, thick eel-like head stuck out. It's 'face' was almost featureless, only having a two slits as nostrils above it's wide mouth that had an even nastier set of teeth than he did in his human form. He had no eyes or hears - he did blind and deaf, but there were many pores on the front of his face that sense electrical fields. Reg had almost this panoramic sight where he actually 'felt' where the the walls were, though only vaguely

Reg strangely found himself embracing his primal fury, his muscles flexing and churning with anticipation to let it out. After all, he wasn't suffering from hunger, but rather his frustration, and, even the mental state he was in, he took the effort to direct it non living objects. Bashing the door hadn't yet cut it for him; he had been too repressed in this cramped sell, and the lack of any kind treatment from the feds - socialization to say the least - hadn't helped his situation.

He roared as he formed his paw into a fist and swung it at the door again, doing considerable damage, but miraculously not breaking it. The skin on his fist once again shifting into a hard carapace when he did, and whatever part of his body next rammed into the cell's side walls had the exact same texture.

It was like one of his restless nights, only longer and worse. Usually he just made a dent or two, but this time he was quite literally tear the cell's side walls a new. By the time he was all tired out, he had actually tore up a part of electrical wires that powered the lights in his cell.

Now hungry, he hate the rest of the eggs he had been given, and moved his head to where he sense the live but torn wires. He bit them and tore them out even further, feeling the electrical power that would have been lethal to a human being course through his body - and it felt invigorating. His skin sucked the wires into his body more to get a better grip, and it seemed to move through his jaw and up to his body, leaving no wound at all.

Feeling satisfied, he lay down in his transformed state and curled up like a dog. Right now, he didn't care what they saw him as, or how they would chew him out for tearing up their cell; he and Belugugan just wanted to be themselves - Reg taking care not to hurt anyone innocent.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Kat relaxed when Captain Mason finally came to address her. She wasn’t entirely comfortable with military procedure yet, and she was well aware that she was constantly under scrutiny considering her complete lack of training in protocol. Besides the “subject” the Feds were “protecting” here, Mason was the only one she knew.

“I trust everything is going well,” he gently said to her. She sighed mildly and handed the manila folder to him.

“It’s going, anyway. I don’t know how much longer I can take doing nothing though,” she frowned. “Some people are bound to get restless.”

With so many people around, Kat didn’t dare refer to her brother directly. She clasped her hands in front of her and straightened. When she first met Captain Mason, she assumed that he was in charge of the whole operation to capture her brother. Now she knew that he was actually not the one pulling the strings. He had more power and sway than she did (not that that was hard or surprising), but while at first she had blamed him for their misfortune, she now knew better.

“Do you know when—” she began, but then caught sight of an unusual person on the parade grounds. The hooded figure was definitely not human, and the hood seemed to be facing her. Not sure if she liked such attention (and not knowing if it was even looking at her), she started walking back inside the building. “Do you know when we’re going to leave?”

They walked inside, and there was more than the typical amount of armed activity in the hallway that housed her brother. She ignored the soldiers, knowing that to them she was nothing more than a medical tech, but she was not happy with what the increased security meant. She bent her head and took a step closer to Mason so only he could listen to her words.

“More importantly, when are they going to let me see him again?”
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Drowning. He was drowning, face down in putrid black ooze. The viscous, foetid stuff was filling his nostrils and ears, trying to pour into his mouth and choke him, though he knew that was impossible. Or at least it should have been impossible. Ra didn’t know where this place was, there was just sudden pain and then... nothing made sense in this place. There was no up, no down, no world.
There was only the unforgettable ‘stench’ of corrupting data.
A hand grabbed him from behind yanking him upright. Spluttering and puking filmy strings of phlegm stained black by the ooze he attempted to hold himself upright, nothing was right here, that shouldn’t have affected him in the slightest.
“Ra! Ra!”
Shin stood not far behind him, his body mirroring that of his chosen hologram; an old man standing swirling in a blizzard. He looked somehow drawn and diminished, pustules of corrupted data spotted his face and the white-blue glow of his form was little more than a feeble flicker. Bloatflies billowed around the two of them, swarming as they chirped out scraps of coding unrecognisable to Ra, Shin apparently ignored them.
“Listen” he managed “I’m not the real me, just a short term clone that Shin was able to get into your mind. We’re trying to get you out but you need to fight it. To distract it.”

Ra nodded, understanding nothing of what he was being told, but if Shin was here that meant this was pure data. Not reality but the inside of his mind... or something else’s. The sky, if it could be called that, was thickly dark filled with fast moving clouds hanging over a sea of black ooze which seemed to stretch on forever. It took him several moments to figure out they were not clouds but swarms of flies, their angry buzzing bodies made of small streams of ones and zeroes, a viral form AI.
He’d not seen anything like this since his last encounter with the entity claiming to be Blake, or at least their predecessor’s data ghost.
Blake.
The thought of the entity brought a swarm closer, rushing around the pair of them. The slime began to react to, bubbling and frothing around them, leering half-decayed faces rising and falling from the corrupted liquid. All of them repeated the damned word.
Blake. Blake. BlakeBlakeBlakeBlakeBlakeBlake-

“Stop it!” the Shin clone yelled, the winterised winds of his form accelerating into a whirlwind, driving back the fly swarms if only for a brief moment.
“Stop what?”
“Whatever it is you’re thinking of” he glided forwards, hovering on the mud’s surface unlike Ra’s on bogged down data form “This whole place is reacting with it.” Shin lifted his cane and jabbed at the sky where a slowly gathering form mirroring those who had appeared in the corruption was grinning from below the swarms above them.
“I’m... sorry...” Ra suppressed the subject of Blake within his mind, the effects while not disappearing seemed to decrease somewhat.

The clone shook his head “I’m not even sure I want to know what that was, but it seemed to be...” He paused and trailed off, looking skywards as if sensing something far off.
Bright flashes, firelights, burst forth in the distance. A few seconds later the lights came again, accompanied this time by the explosion of cannon shell.
They began to trudge forwards, heading towards the light and the only sign of life within the hellish landscape. The place seemed to close in around them, constricting and itself upon them. One of the duo fell first, then the other, one bringing the other down with him. The slime seemed to snarl at them hungrily as if it were some hungry predator sensing its prey.
What seemed to be thousands of kilometres ahead of them a source of power throbbed, long streams of data code disgorging into the surroundings. There, at the centre of it all stood a silhouette of a man. If it could be called that.
Its name was Hasriken or ‘river of souls’ in its simplest translation, it had once been the AI of a ship. And it was totally insane.
The figure just stood there, bellowing its name as if crying out in challenge, or summoning another.

Half formed figures ghosted around the two, individuals both Shin and Ra recognised but were yet totally unknown. They seemed to be like smoke, shadow play or perhaps reflections within the mind of ‘Hasriken’, each one becoming more solid as they approached.
Another few hundred meters and waves of data began to emanate from the silhouette, past memories flashing before the pair’s eyes as they began to see into the core of the AI’s memories. It was all too clear that it now knew nothing but the violence which had ultimately slain it.
Cities died in flames. Entire orders of Templar were annihilated under bombardment from orbit. High Guard in their hundreds scurried through its hull, panicked voices and movements hurrying to ensure their survival.
The memories continued to bombard the pair, becoming older and all the more terrible as they approached it.
A planet was set alight, burning to death beneath those who served it. Warships, proud and divine, burst apart and fell under the constant onslaught of plasma weapons. The ship it had served on, the Eternity Gate, was shredded as it fled from battle.
The fell, plummeting through decades of memories and oceans of hatred for being so long held within the prison of data code it had so recently been released from.

They were at the heart of it all now, the core of the AI’s insanity. Outwardly it resembled a bridge of a ship, flickering ghost like figures dotted the scene; some in joy, some in pain, some simply continuing to do their jobs. All of them were the same handful of deck officers and command staff, the same key individuals but each of different ages or rank. The most ‘solid’ of the ghosts sat at their stations, chained there as little more than rotting skeletons. The machine’s memories were overlapping, chaotically merging into one incoherent mass of fragmented events.

The data storage unit, the AI’s core, glowed dark red with flickering energy. Tendrils of the same corrupted sludge pulsated along its exterior, the corrupt madness choking whatever sanity might have remained within it.
Advancing forwards through the now dealing bellows of the AI’s name, Ra strode forwards drawing his sword from its scabbard. He heard the Shin-clone yell something from behind him but he didn’t have the opportunity to turn.
The Hasriken was fighting back, trying to force him backwards through torrents of data code, to drag him down. Like a man heading through a heavy gale, Ra slowly advanced holding the weapon high above his head. A sword was still a sword to him no matter if it were some part of a ‘data-form’, to him it was still a weapon which could draw blood no matter what form it took.
The ‘memories’ on the bridge were changing as well, blank unstaring faces of the crew turning to face them, drawing various firearms and weapons. A threat or simply a trick to distract the two from their target? Thankfully they were not given a chance to fire. With one final push Ra stormed forwards, sinking the blade into the core and driving it in up to the hilt.

There was no explosion, no yell of pain or sigh of relief. The world was simply gone in one instant, erased from existence. But something... something was nearby...
He could almost see-
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Ra came back online with a start, blinking repeatedly as he tried to come back into focus. Pain gripped his chest and belly, something which should nor and could not be possible.
“Sorry about that,” the familiar voice echoed “he proved to be remarkably hard to restrain.” Ra pulled himself upright, brushing off the foliage caught in the gaps of his armour “you took your time Shin” he grunted irritably, crouching down to scoop up some of his fallen equipment.

The AI gave a slight laugh “oh how very pleasant, no ‘good to see you old friend’ or ‘thank you from stopping that demented computer system from ripping my mind in two and turning my body into a marionette.‘” Ra ignored him and instead rummaged through his gear. It seemed that very little time had passed in the real world, despite what seemed to be hours spent trying to free himself from the demented Hasriken only a scant few minutes had passed within the ‘true’ world.
“Shin” he interrupted as the AI attempted to continue ranting “first of all, thank you. I owe you one for that. Secondly, what happened and what was that thing?”

“Since you asked so nicely...” Shin replied smugly, savouring the rare moment of true appreciation for this skills. He continued babbling for some time, talking about various subjects and events which had taken place since their separation after Ra had been incarcerated, having to repeatedly remind himself to remain on topic. The story was relatively simple.
During his assault upon Caliban, the prison facility in which Ra had been held, Shin had stolen copies of a number of files relating to their suspicions and had attempted to flee. The method he had used to enter the facility had proven to be useless in escaping it once more and had then tried to push his way through a number of firewalls and hide amongst the AI prisoners only to be attacked by the psychotic Hasriken and almost destroyed in the fighting which followed between them.
The High Guard had then held Shin within an isolated area of the prison, taking back the files and supposedly wiping his mind. Thankfully Shin had rendered himself immune to such effects after learning of the mind-wiping method several months before, using a data clone of himself to preserve his memories. He’d been held in total isolation, unable to speak or communicate with any until he had been released to help Ra.
“... unfortunately it wasn’t you they’d intended to carry out this mission. True enough, I was in that hack-spike but so was that rampant psychopath who attempted to shred my mind. He’d been programmed to separate the ‘human’ and data parts of your consciousness and take over your body to carry out the mission.” Shin paused apparently having finished before adding “That might be why you’re feeling pain right now, part of your mind was attempting to make use organs your form no longer possessed.”

Ra was silent for some time, taking in the new information and apparently considering all Shin had said. “And you’re certain that the files you found confirmed our suspicions?” he asked at length.
“They used one of the files on Hasriken to programme. He was altered to take you over rather than simply kill you... I take it you have something which resembles a plan?”
“We’ll see. We need to find the target first, he could prove to be valuable leverage. And then...”
“And then?”
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
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The tall cloaked figure watched the people on the parade grounds. The body posture was indicative of being non-threatening - slightly hunched with the arms drawn across his torso pulling the front of the cloak closed. The eyes watched the colors shift on each individual. The human male in charge commanded authority with his presence. One of the figures out there, one he heard called "Curon", looked excited as his colors flared up when addressed. It was momentary at best, then the attitude shifted to more of a dull and irritable hue. To say the least, it looked like that soldier didn't want to be there.

And, he looked hungry.

This only reminded the alien of his own appetite, one that he would have to fight for just a little bit longer until it was safe to scarf down some great munchies. That bloodspore dish he thought of certainly sounded appetizing. It was full of nutrients and wonderful energies that could actually satiate his hunger for a short while. Then, he distracted himself by following the leader with his hidden eyes.

The leader met up with a human female. This one also appeared to be disgruntled, but more subdued as though she were depressed or sick. The captain did look relieved as he approached as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders for a short time.

He was happy to have been learning what emotions looked like by watching a living being's electromagnetic field patterns.

At that point, he watched the female hand off a manila envelope to the male leader. He could see that there were documents within, but at the range he was at, it was too difficult to actually read what was printed.

Finally, he could feel a human presence approach. It was of an older male, one appearing in his mid-sixties. His outward demeanor suggested that he was merely being casual, but the tall creature could see from beneath his hood that the male had a well hidden core of nervousness. It was only natural for a human to be nervous around something they knew to be a predator.

'What does this human have to fear from me?' the tall creature managed to think. The head tilted a little out of curiosity as the male addressed him.

"Well now, you're an odd one, aren't you?" he said. Again, the man seemed rather casual, but the creature could smell something on him. His eyes carefully looked the male over. He could see a wrist watch on the man's left arm, and it also looked as though he was carrying some sort of communications device. Both emitted a signal, one that he could see if he focused his eyes. However, what intrigued him was that the wrist watched looked a lot more complicated than it should have.

Although the tall creature didn't understand the concept of time, he had seen enough time pieces to know what makes them tick, and in what rhythm (depending on the planet and solar system, and if they were using Federation Standard Time).

The creature began with a low and quiet trill. When he spoke, it sounded like four separate toned voices all speaking simultaneously. It was part of what made his cry unique. He shifted his weight to and fro between his feet, and what could only be conceived as a knee-length tail beneath the cloak behind him twitched and swayed to the motion. He then finally introduced himself by rote almost as though it was by instinct. As he remembered a warning about his new surname, he halted himself (as usual) before he could say it.

"My name is Omega-Alpha Ar-rar-rar. Pleased to meet you!"
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"Echo Five to tower control, come in tower control."

"You've got ears, Echo Five, go ahead."

"Control, we're approaching South-West of the base along vector Three dash Nine Oh, over. Altitude of five thousand and dropping.

"Copy that, Echo Five. Three dash Nine Oh is cofirmed, we've got you on radar. See you in a few, take Pad two near the parade grounds."

"Affirmative, Control, we'll see you in a few minutes. Echo Five out."


The Liberator-class shuttle was a ship that sure wouldn't win any beauty contests, with it's large, ungaily chassis stretched in a few odd angles that presented the ship as roughly rectangular, but that didn't stop it's pilots from flying it as smooth and steady as a sled over fresh snow. The cockpit was directly linked to the transport bay, which would allow the pilots to talk to anyone riding in the shuttle directly. It could comfortably fit perhaps twenty individuas, a pair of identical, wall-mounted benches spanning either side of the compartment. Spaced apart and outside of the transport bay was a small series of grav-locks that spanned the tail section of the shuttle, in which it could transport vehicles, crates, or other such cargo.

Engines humming, the ship made a lazy arc in the air as the outpost came into view, several spotlights instantly being focused on the cargo ship. Rotary turrets followed suit, but did not fire; it was more a display of force than anything else, as they had been forewarned that the shuttle was coming. Serving as the link between the ground and the Claymore in orbit, the ship was already carrying one passenger: the ship's first-officer, First-Liuetenant Emily Voree. She was in her Federal Naval Officer's Uniform, sitting near the door.

The suttle made a low, slow pass over the parade grounds before hovering over the now-lit landing pad. The engines got quieter as the ship's altitude decreased, it's landing gear already in place, before the two forces finally met. Gravity sunk the shuttle on it's shocks, and, after a moment, the twin engines on either side of the craft's body fell back into standby mode, a dull thrum eminating from them and gently vibrating the ship. Without a moment to spare, the ramp into the transport bay opened with a hiss of hydaulics, and Voree stepped out onto the landing pad, glancing around at the camp.


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As they neared the complex, the foliage became less, and night began to seep away to day. They dared not get too close less expose themselves for seeming suspicious. Jainas waved a black leaver gloved hand for him to approach. He spoke a in low but stoic tone, "Do you have any vision enhancements on your. Anything that might be useful to spot any at the complex?"

Tau took a look over to where the complex was before responding. "Yes... I have a thermal imaging mode that would be of use here." He switched it on just before finishing his sentence and began to sweep his head back and forth, looking for any movement near the complex.

For a police station of the building's caliber, there were far more soldiers patrolling about the premise than usual; and much of what he saw was to be expected with a complex. There were various pockets of heat about the buildings, some of them no doubt hidden weaponry within the complex.

However, amongst the crowd, something unusual stood out on the parade grounds. It was humanoid but certainly was very tall and didn't bear the exact shape as one. More over, it's body temperature was far warmer than any of the other Federation soldiers moving about.


"The security seems heavier than one would expect here but there's... something else too." Tau shifted slightly to get a better look at the oddity.
"There seems to be a nonhuman among them, from what I can tell of its heat signature at least. I can't see much more from here."

Jainas looked through his own goggles, "The one in the cloak, no doubt. The mysterious ones can be the most deadly, and I dislike lacking at least a small bit of information on what it is. In any case, it appears to far too guarded to make a direct assault; not that I expected us to." A quirked a smile on his lips, "Pray tell, do you have anything to share that might be of use to acquiring out target that is inside that building?"

Tau took another sweep across the building, then focused back to the entrance. It was too heavily guarded from here, and there weren't any smaller access points that they could get to.
"No." he stated somewhat bluntly, in thought.
After a moment he spoke, "I don't know anything regarding the building, if I could perhaps get to a remote console near it I could dig through their systems, but that's risky." Tau paused. He couldn't see any consoles near them, and there had to be a reason for the increase in guards.

"It looks like there's something going on, given the guard presence."

"Yes. No doubt that they're protecting the target; they are probably getting to ready to transport him. I believe we may be able to use this to our advantage, if they leave."

He chuckled as if he was going to enjoy what was to come. "Oh, this will be a nice challenge indeed," he said to himself, and then he asked Tau a rather odd question. "I enjoy a challenge. How about you, why are you interested in being a bounty hunter or mercenary?"

The question took Tau by surprise, though he answered quickly enough to cover it.
"It allows me more... opportunities than I had before, to uncover the more subtle curiosities of things. And I... well, could use the change."
His answer could be considered odd, and Tau knew it, but he didn't bother mentioning the fact that also played a role - that he had been hunted down before by the Federation. That was only a minor detail, or so he thought.

Jainas took note of the sound of an incoming ship, and looked to see one inbound for the complex. "Ahhh, now this is going to get interesting. This may be the time that they attempt to move the target to another location - and perhaps an opportunity. The increased security may no doubt be an indication of such - not to worry, happen to have an operative inside. Mind you, his ability to gather information there is rather limited, hence the reason for the recon. What he can do is provide us with an opening to snatch the target, or at the very least grant us a 'safe' method of ruffling them up. We do have some contingency plans if this doesn't work. My team is already set in place."

Tau's eyes followed the bulky shuttle as it flew overheard, then landed without incident. It was almost certainly a transport shuttle, no doubt for the target. Someone was also exiting the ship.
"What great timing.” Tau flicked his vision mode to normal to try and see more of the ship's details. “What do you need to do for your operative?"

"Wait," he said simply with a smile. "We will know when it is appropriate to attack, though attack with caution we shall still. The cloaked figure may present an unseen challenge Mind you, my comrades in arms would prefer not to bring death to the soldiers; try to incapacitate them please."

He turned his head to stare the situation, then asked curiously while still looking, "Ahh, do you happen to have anything of...exact interests. Hobbies maybe? I myself always did pride myself for collecting various single fighter ships."

Tau would have frowned if he was human; instead, he briefly glanced at Jainas. "I suppose... collecting information?" That probably wasn't what he wanted, but Tau didn't consider himself as doing much else.

After a moment, he looked back to the facility, then focused on the cloaked figure, who now appeared to be talking to someone. Someone who was definitely human - and wasn't acting hostile to the figure. “I suppose now we must wait."

Jainas chuckled, "I think the better phrase would 'You have yet to find any passion. How odd that you follow a profession of combat to simply learn. Well then," he said with a smile on his face, "much will probably learned very soon."

And thus, they waited in silence.
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