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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Feb 9 2010, 10:05 PM Post #21 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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Earlier... Two people walked side by side through a laboratory. Not the laboratory of films, sterile, clean and white, but a real laboratory, a place where coffee stains on coffe stains covered the desks, crumbs from energy bars shared the floorspace with dust, and notes seemed to be falling from their shelves. The smell of ozone filled the air as a loose connection in a contraption on one of the desks sparked. The attire of the scientists was still the typical white lab coat, but these few obviously put themselves into their work quite heavily. The taller of the was one of the scientists, a man with graying black hair and glasses. Despite his serious and measured gait, the blurry pattern on the back of his lab coat, which now only vaguely resembled the double helix of a strand of DNA suggested quite the opposite of the rest of the staff. The shorter of the two was most definitely not a scientist. Her short blonde hair was streaked with white highlights, and the upper half of her left arm was covered in tattoos depicting some abstract, pixel-like pattern. She wore a tank top and a pair of tight, military-style shorts that came to the middle of her thighs. She seemed young enough even to be the daughter of the scientist she walked with. The girl was the first to speak. "So, what is it about this guy you want me to find that's so damn interesting anyway?" she asked, as if she had asked similar questions many times before. "One of the things I want to figure out is just what he can do in the first place," the scientist answered, keeping his gaze straight ahead. "From what little Jordan's been able to pull from Federation and private records, we think he can utilize electricity directly, as a fuel source, almost like pure sugar to a normal human." Chel nodded silently. "Yeah, that could be useful for keeping the phasewalking implants charged, but come on, there has to be something else." The scientist responded to the blonde's impatience with a cold glance and a pause before continuing. "The other thing is what I think you'll really be interested in," he paused again, punnishing Chel with the suspence. "We believe he can shapeshift from being a normal human form to something...well, we don't have the details on that, but something quite alien and feral." The girl's eyes brightened considerably. The ability to change form at will was something that had fascinated her for the longest time. Many of her favorite movies and stories were about werewolves, and she had even expressed to Matthew, her boyfriend and occaisional partner-in-crime, just how much she wanted that ability, even above the phasewalking that the scientists in this lab had given her many years back. She was their pride and joy, and they felt the best way to test her was to give her freedom. Well, she had proven a success to them time and time again. "However," Mark warned, his eyes narrowing. "Whatever transformations he is capable of, as they are now, I can assure you they aren't what you want. That said," he smiled, "if we get an chance to study him, perhaps we can find a breakthrough." "And if not, then back to Plan B, genetic therapy," Chel responded, a smile playing across her lips. "What areyou planning on doing with him, though? I doubt he'd take very kindly to being kept here and experimented on all the time, from what you've said." "Of course not," Mark replied quickly. "I would like to avoid that at all costs, but he is still a dangerous individual. Ideally, we'd find a place away from everyone and everything where he could live peacefully so long as we could get a few DNA and flesh samples, and observe his actions. Of course, I don't know if we'll be able to make that work. In the event you and Ivan are unab-" "Ivan's comming along?" the blonde replied in surprise. "Yes, he is." The raven-haired scientist straightened his glasses before continuing. "Typical weapons engineer, though. Always assumes more firepower and manpower are needed for any situation. As I was going to say, though, if you can't bring him back here, at least make sure you secure a tissue sample." "Oh, don't worry, sir. I don't want to miss out on anything this guy can give us." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Currently... "So, Crazy Ivan," Chel radioed the weapons designer who had accompanied her. "What exactly is the plan?" "The plan, Miss Rosara," the irritated Russian replied from his sniping perch, "is to get in the facility before we attempt anything else." "I know that," Chel spat back in irritation. "How do you propose we get in there, though?" "For you? Just walk up to the gate. After all, you did report interest in collecting a bounty for this mission, didn't you?" "Hell no! I'm not risking my status with the Hunters' Guild over this!" "Let me put it this way, then," Ivan replied calmly. "Do you have any better ideas to get us both in there, and completely unseen?" Chel gritted her teeth. She could probably slip in with no probem, but Ivan had a point. His chances of making it in unnoticed were much, much less than hers. And there was something he had left unsaid... "What are you trying to say? That I don't a choice?" "Marrissa was kind enough to answer your message for you while you were busy. You know how good a hacker she is..." "Fine," Chel returned bitterly. "I'll go in as a hunter. How the hell are you planning on getting in, though?" The scientist and former soldier chuckled. "Don't you worry about me, my dear. Just so long as you have a legitimate reason to be there, I can find my own way." The girl stood and cast a harsh glare behind her in the direction she thought Ivan had set up his blind. Looking forward again, she began a quick walk towards the police station. A few conversations with guards (and a few checks of her registration with the Hunters' Guild) eventually directed her to the parade grounds. She would have taken shortcuts to get there by phasing through the walls, but she was supposed to be here on official business, so she kept herself as professional as possible and took the normal path there. Even so, she couldn't resist phasing through the door to the parade grounds. Once there, she took a look over the field. Not too many soldiers, huters, or mercenaries were there, which was surprising. Then again, maybe it wasn't. After it, it was just a simple escort mission. Chel smirked as she tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for someone to notice her and fill her in on he details of the mission. 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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Feb 16 2010, 07:15 PM Post #22 |
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The Other Guy
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The pink glow of a new dawn edged along the horizon as one by one the stars blinked out of existence and the brief twilight hours between night and day filled the sky. Below it the black silhouette of the settlement appeared lifeless, none of the familiar sounds of night life echoed up from its streets. The only sign of movement came from the police station, the occasional glint of armour giving away patrolling guards circling the building’s outskirts. Only a handful appeared to be Federation however, the rest were singled out as mercenaries by their jumbled assortment of equipment and colours. “You’re not going to sneak in under the guise of a mercenary?” The voice had come from Shin for once, something Ra had been thankful for. As he’d crawled centimetre by centimetre across the adjacent and interlinking rooftops of the settlement, snaking his way towards the target’s location, the binary screams and bellows of Hasriken had echoed in his psyche. The AI straining against the walls of programming and attempting to claw its way back into his mind. It had almost broken through more than once and Ra had caught brief flashes of the same corrupted madness and bloodlust of its sentience. And along with them the half images of what he had ‘seen’ as it was forced to release its hold on his psyche. “No” he replied putting the thoughts of what these half images were to the back of his mind. “The last time I tried that it proved far more trouble than it was worth. And that was without having to find a living target. Besides, we will need to convince him to join us and that can’t be done if I am pretending to be one of those Fed-“ Shin hadn’t so much stated the warning as signalled it, just a sudden red warning light had appeared in his head a second before he has sensed it coming his way. Pushing himself upright he scrambled forwards trying to ignore the loud clatter of roof tiles as they came away from under him. Ducking between a pair of broadcasting and receiving aerials he froze allowing for whatever questing sensors were scanning the rooftops to pass over him. A few seconds later the heavy blast and downward wash of engines floated through the air, descending towards the front of the station. Prior experience had taught him the interference given off by such devices seemed to give him some level of protection against perimeter scanners. Nothing which would help against any detailed scan or a simple pair of eyes, but without any apparent lookouts stationed on the rooftops it was their best chance at not being detected. He just hoped that they were capable of producing enough interference for him not to be picked up. It was several long minutes before the sounds of the scanners faded to a dulled hum, either moving away from them or shutting down. He could see a shuttle now perched upon the parade grounds, a large cargo type looking more like an aerodynamic brick than something which could push past gravity and achieve orbit. Figures were now exiting the craft, again non-Federation types wearing but wearing military uniforms. Probably part of some mercenary force hired to transport the target. “Sorry I didn’t give you much warning, I only detected it when it was right atop us. Unfortunately i’m limited to your own senses at the moment,” Shin chipped in a few seconds later “but don’t worry; I’m quite certain it didn’t see us, assuming that it was the shuttle which scanned us. Besides all this how are you planning to get in unnoticed with that thing parked out front. And the scanners obviously.” Ra gave a brief grin “By sending you in first obviously” he looked over to the transmitter aerials “Tell me, how many times could you clone yourself using the stations power core?” -------- Like most police stations with the sufficient resources and technology, the one in which Reggie Isusango was now being held had long since evolved beyond using living operators in favour of a electronic board to filter emergency messages. Run by basic programming it required the occasional operator to keep an eye on what it was processing and filtering into the station’s systems. But so early into the morning and with so many personnel focused upon guarding the station against any possible threats by the Albanoid Faction, no one noticed the brief spike in incoming data before it was send through into the station’s main computer system... Working his way deep into the core, Shin settled between the streams of data and programmes designed to protect against viruses and worms; and began to multiply... -------- In one of the far corners of the room of Reggie’s cell, the light of a monitoring camera which had near miraculously survived his transformations slowly turned to face him. The speaker fixed into the wall next to it gave out a long stream of electronic coding, eventually breaking down into comprehensible words. “Reginald Isusango? If you can hear me wave your arms or give some form of signal to the camera. We need to talk.” |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 18 2010, 10:27 AM Post #23 |
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Clockwork Master
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Before Reg had been attacked by the Albanoid and was shortly taken by the Federation, he had worked an actually day job, despite how dangerous he could be. He did a fairly good job and keeping himself humain as possible, and even more so with his job as an electrical tech. While he didn't have as much education as one, he had certain traits that were unique to him; chiefly speaking, his ability to sense electricity. Just like the pores on his head when he was transformed, Reg's hands had the same thing, giving him a certain knack for identifying what might be wrong with the circuit; aside from the fact that high voltages weren't a great danger to him. One thing he slightly held secret with that job, however, was the fact that his body could interface with technology to a great deal. Since he was both deaf and blind, being able to use a microphone as an ear was quite handy. However, Reg did learn enough about digital electronics that any device communicates with one another through their own 'protocol,' or 'language.' These protocols varied to a degree, and yet when Reg had first assimilated microphone technology, he was somehow able to understand that protocol; or rather, his body was. Something about it was able to interpret the code, and further more, as he discovered, it was adept at learning new code. This ability felt like a long ingrained instinct now, as if he had been working like this for his entire life. It was an oddly fascinating piece of himself, really. And it just happen to be that one of the wires he tore was for the speaker, which was now attached to his body. Instead of the speaker blaring, to which he wouldn't have heard at all, he felt the words form in his mind. He easily recognized that it was a protocol, just as one could differentiate French from English to a degree. Rather than trying to communicate back in his current form, Reg decisively changed back. His body melted and shrank, feeling his cells 'absorb' and compact one another without any pain at all. It was like imagining his body was solid, to which it was; compared to his bestial form, his human body didn't feel as amorphous. However, that didn't mean he couldn't do amorphous things still, like wrapping the severed speaker wires back together with a living, oozing mass that grew from the palm of his hand. He did not attempt to let the communicating pass into his body but as normal as it should, wanting to be able to communicate more 'normally.' He didn't bother to make himself look decent to the camera in the room; frankly, he was halve pissed at the way they were treating him, and he oddly felt the indecency was his defiance to Federation, as that was who he assumed he was talking to. "I don't know where you learned to pronounce my name, but it's Reggie Isusango," he growled in a largely irritated voice. "If your going to keep me isolated in this stupid cell, at the very least get my name right, goddammit. Now what is it that you want? I hope you know when we're going to leave." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 19 2010, 11:36 PM Post #24 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: I've kept you people waiting for long enough. I hope this is up to snuff.) Almost immediately after Kat had asked the question, the Liberator shuttle appeared in the sky above and began it's landing sequence. "I believe you have your answer," Captain Mason replied, his eyes tracking the shuttle's trajectory. He followed it as it buzzed past the tower and then finally landed. A female officer stepped out of the ship, although at this distance Mason couldn't really get a good look at her. All he could see was that she was in a Federation uniform, despite the fact that she - and more importantly, her captain - was not Federation personnel. This fact was merely one more on top of many things to stick in Mason's craw. "As for when you can see your brother," he continued, shifting his focus back to Kat, "you know that is not up to me. But I will see what I can do. In the meantime, if you want something to do, you can come with me to greet Mr. Kaviori's representative. And feel free to act important. I don't particularly care for these people." He gave Kat a wink, a rare but welcome crack in the hardened soldier's armor. "Or, you could help load some heavy crates onto the shuttle. Your decision." .................. "My name is Omega-Alpha Ar-rar-rar. Pleased to meet you!" "Yes, yes I know," said the man in the coat. "I know all about you, in fact. That's why you're here. Though I must say, I'm rather disappointed that your 'mother' did not respond to our request." He stared up at Omega-Alpha with a look of almost wonder, perhaps not the reaction that the creature was used to getting from a human. He kept his hands in his pockets, but he wasn't armed. Combat wasn't really in this man's job description. That was what the troopers were for. "You may call me Mr Blue, by the way," the man in the coat said. "There is much for you and I to talk about." |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Feb 23 2010, 03:23 PM Post #25 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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Thulion. That had been the location given to him in the simple, but rather secretive text transmission relayed to the Darkstar while it was cruising silently in the endless dark. It was typical cut-and-paste Federation message, easily determined by the manner of its writing. In short, it meant there were easy credits to be earned. Why not, he thought. It's a babysitting mission, sure, but it's credits. And so, he had set a course for Thulion and waited for the jump drives to warm up. Once in orbit, he was contacted with information as to where he was headed; a parade ground, at a GF military base on the surface. Well, at least he'd get to enjoy the short thrill of atmospheric re-entry for once; it seemed most Federation business operated out of orbital stations now. Landing his ship at the pad designated to him, he quickly 'suited' up, the nanites in his exoskeleton quickly constructing his armour over his body. Brilliant little things, they were. Doubting he'd need any serious firepower while in a Federation-controlled military base, he shut off his more advanced weapon systems, the acidic green glow emanating from the gaps in his arm cannon and scythe fading to a dull red. His little raid on the Pirate homeworld had paid off, considering he'd finally managed to steal one of the increasingly rare high-frequency mining emitters for his weapons. It'd certainly help when dealing with Commandos. The rush of oxygen when the boarding hatch opened made him gag for a moment; he still preferred ozone, though it made things awkward when he had passengers. There was no use in trasnporting personnel if they choked to death, so he had to put up with cruder air in those situations, or use his suit's life support to create ozone for him to breath. "Typical spook business; everything's on a need-to-know basis." If he had pockets, he'd stuff his hands in them; this was boring, waiting around like this. It didn't help that some of the human marines were glancing at him as they walked past; even though they had helmets on, he knew they were shooting him ugly looks. Rogue or not, he was still a Pirate to some degree. Then, his boredom lifted when he heard an all too familiar voice: "My name is Omega-Alpha Ar-rar-rar. Pleased to meet you!" "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Of all the people, this was the one T'kran had least expected to be here, let alone ever see again. Wheeling around on the spot to look at the cloaked figure, he slowly walked up, reptilian features cracking into a tooth-filled grin. Omega might not recognise his smell this time; his most recent incarnation (gotta love Pirate cloning tech) wasn't wracked by Phazon poisoning. Once close enough, he'd offer a curt nod to Omega's coat-wearing companion, before leaning over to get a better look at the creature's face. "You're a lot taller than I remember, Omega. You reach Zeta stage while I was gone?" Oh, this little reunion had made T'kran's day. (OOC: Yaaaay, I posted!) Edited by Bloody Pom, Feb 23 2010, 04:03 PM.
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| +transcon+ | Feb 26 2010, 07:10 AM Post #26 |
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Metroid Specialist
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((Page Two FTW!)) 'What is this male up to?' he thought as he brought his arms up across his chest. The cloak kept his appearance hidden, though the front did open a little to reveal bandages covering his midriff. The flesh above and below was green chitinous flesh with horizontal violet stripes. He listened to every word this human male had to say. Mister Blue certainly had an aura of confidence about him that just would not quit. That confidence, Omega-Alpha mused, must have been driven by the information he admitted having about himself. This made him suspicious and on-edge, of course. However, he did want to know how and why this male knew so much about him, and his Mother. He also was amazed at how much this male looked like Dean Stockwell from that show, Quantum Leap, that a human friend had shown him once while on a long hitchhike. "How is it that you know me?" From beneath the hood of the cloak, he eyed this human suspiciously. Mister Dean "Blue" Stockwell could barely make out the eyes beneath the cloak hood, which were undoubtedly Metroid in form. But then, the red slits beneath those eyes began to flex and widen as Omega-Alpha detected something seemingly on the air. His mouth opened a little as he drew in a breath to taste the air while the slits beneath the eyes did the rest of the work. Omega sensed a life energy that seemed familiarly savory. The creature's head turned to see an approaching Zebethian Pirate. A low warning trill rose from Omega's chest as he turned to put himself between the human and the Pirate. He did bear in mind that an alien like himself was here on business - legally - so it was feasible that the same could be said of this interloper as well. Though it was a hard possibility to recognize how the Federation would permit a Zebethian to have proper identification and licenses to legally exist here in their territory. Then the creature had the nerve to get so close to his face and speak as though they were old acquaintances! Omega-Alpha couldn't recognize this person at all. It was speaking as though it knew him, much in the manner that Mister Al "Blue" Calavicci had. However, this creature indicated that maybe they once knew each other. Omega did remember befriending a Pirate. His name was T'kran. For one, that was under difference circumstances. Two, T'kran smelled different. Three, they were STILL on a Federation outpost with military firepower nearby. They didn't use it yet, so Omega could only figure that the Feds permitted this thing in their territory, much in the same manner they allowed him to be here. If it was one thing Omega-Alpha understood inherently, it was the prospect of territory. And, right now, this Zebethian was in Omega's personal territory. "Back off, Lobsterback," he growled. A clawed, four digit hand came out from beneath the cloak and palmed the Pirate's face and gently pushed. That was polite for being what he was with all things considered. When T'kran's face was at arm's length, he let go. "What is going on here?" he trilled. "How do the both of you know me?" |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Feb 26 2010, 08:55 AM Post #27 |
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The Other Guy
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Shin recoiled in shock as Reggie’s reply echoed through the stream of data. The words were far louder than they should have been and as the static of the blurred image cleared up he caught sight of Reggie. The extensive damage to the camera’s power supply had left the little more than slight ghost images of the objects within the cell, near-transparent outlines flickering and shuddering against one another. Upon initially viewing the cell he had thought the muscled chitin form hunched behind the bars to be a xeno beast or species yet encountered. But Shin watched with a mixture of repulsion and fascination as the hulking creature seemed to melt back into a humanoid form. It was no small wonder that both the Federation and Commonwealth had been determined to capture him, if replicated or engineered within soldiers the ability to infiltrate such individuals behind enemy lines would be without value in times of war. The shattered interior of the cell and its occupant’s ability to communicate by chewing on electrical wiring spoke volumes of his abilities. “I… apologise” Shin answered as he recovered from the initial shock of seeing his ‘target’ “it’s a force of habit to list people by their full names. As for when you leave, that is entirely up to you. From here I could open your cell and re-direct alarms not to detect your exit from the building, but I’m certain you would soon enough be picked up by one group or another.” As he spoke, Shin was rapidly scanning through the further data on Reggie. The name ‘Albinoid Faction’ along side ‘Haybrid’ repeatedly flashed up on the man’s background file, what little there was of it, mentioning that the man had been a part of some experiment committed by a rogue science group. Recently he had been ‘liberated’ and brought back for transport off world. “I understand why the Federation had you in captivity, and why you are held within that cell: You’re a threat. To any human or xeno who encounters you. Now ask yourself, even if you were the victim of such an attack why would any power as large as the Federation be so determined to ensure the safety of one man. Why would they go to all the trouble of recruiting mercenaries, and placing military soldiers around this building rather than simply executing you? The Federation are far from the saints they depict themselves as; they can only be trusted to do what they regard as most beneficial to themselves rather than what is morally right. Anything they do wrong is simply hushed up by their internal agencies. Take this for example-” Reaching into his own memories, Shin plucked images of Tanith Prime and sent them through the link. Details of the glassed atomic husk of a world which had been left after the initial orbital bombardment and its atmosphere stripped away by the firestorms which now ravaged the world. And along with it a lone image of a wrecked Federation battleship which had been found in orbit, half its payload of orbit to ground warheads still held within its hold and aimed towards the planet. “That is what their fleet did to several million lightly armed colonists who they believed would become a future threat due to their attempts to succeeding from the Federation. Again I ask, if they are so ready to end the lives of millions to end a ‘potential threat’ then why have they kept alive someone like you? The answer is simple. The Federation stands to benefit from the same alterations which have been inflicted upon your body by the Haybird Faction. You possess abilities few biolo- scientists’ dream of ever replicating on their own. Do you really think that the Federation would so willing squander a chance to enhance their knowledge of bio-technology and manipulation? That they would ignore an opportunity to take advantage of another’s work advancing their knowledge by years? That is why you’re still alive and being kept here. Not for any benefit to yourself but to make you become a lab rat to be experimented on so they can salvage your abilities, so their own pet projects on genetic enhancement had be enhanced tenfold. They are little better than the Faction.” He let this sink in before he added “Consider that before you so readily demand to know when you’re being transported off world.” Signalling two of the clones he had constructed to begin the next stage of their plan, Shin waited for Reggie to answer. Or at least react to the knowledge. There was always a chance that the man was already aware of this fact, having already resigned himself to his fate, but Shin rarely got the chance monologue. And all good deals required some build up before any offer was made. And sometimes people needed to be reminded of how doomed they were before they were offered a third choice, a way out of their predicament. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- A small bleep from a computer screen aboard the Liberator shuttle signalled a message from the station, one of the older non-verbal transmissions which accompanied attachments such as alterations to flight parameters.
----------------------------------------------------------------------- The fact no visible alarms had been triggered so far was a good sign. And with little to suggest any warning system had been activated it appeared that Shin had made it inside. Still lurking between the pair of aerials Ra had a good vantage point to overlook the station, normally something he would have appreciated but the position had left him exposed and in clear view of the station. It would have taken only one person with the right equipment looking up to spot him, but thus far it seemed he had gone unnoticed. A single electronic trill broke the silence, short repeating sequence of machine code signalling that Shin had made it inside. And had made contact with their target. Time to move. Tugging out the hack-spike from the base of the transmitter aerial, and shutting down his internal receiver, he edged back over the roof and out of sight of the station. Now all Ra would have to do would be to get into position before Shin began whatever distraction he had planned… Edited by Shin-Ra, Feb 26 2010, 08:56 AM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 28 2010, 10:57 AM Post #28 |
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Starfeather
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Looks like the ship's here Curon mused as he looked up at the ship descending to land as he left the parade field. It certainly looked unassuming, which fell in line with the secrecy they constantly met with when trying to get any kind of information about the mission. Without any sort of hard evidence or information, his fellow Marines started musing about what they were guarding: Thoughts of super weapons, new technology, or precious phazon were tossed between them, but Curon diverted his attention back to his stomach, as he wanted to get something to eat before the lot of them left on who-knew-what kind of suicidal mission. Curon broke away from the other Marines after they walked into the barracks building, most likely to grab their bags and get ready, his presence (or lack thereof) wasn't noticed by the rest of the team, which was just fine for Curon right now. He turned towards the cafeteria and grabbed a cup of coffee and a sandwhich, before sitting down at one of the random tables at the establishment, but as he looked down at the black coffee in his hand, his thoughts turned towards Ember again, noting that coffee represented her a lot: There was a certain fire and kick to her amidst a veil of darkness. He wasn't sure which he had been attracted to at first, but he had certainly missed her voice and presence. But she was gone again. Occasionally, he could have sworn he could hear her voice in the back of his mind, but every time he turned around, there was nothing there. He silently cursed as he did so again in the cafeteria, noting only random personnel in the room, rather than the woman he remembered escorting so long ago. 'Let's just get this over with,' Curon thought bitterly as he ate. |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 1 2010, 10:14 AM Post #29 |
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Clockwork Master
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The bemused look Reg had first given the camera within the cell had slowly turned into a sneer at what he had told and shown, revealing his very sharp canine teeth. As he spoke, Reg and Bel's thoughts collided into a one opinion, speaking like a single entity, his voice having a human yet beastly growl to it. "You think I think the Federation are saints!? Are you a fucking idiot, does it look I've enjoyed my stay in this miserable cell? Does it even look like everyone with the Federation government believes their run be divine beings. Of course, fucking, NOT. The corruption within the Federation isn't a flipping news flash to me, and probably to quite a few other people." "I think what would surprise someone is who's the jerk; and it's not always easy trying who's the freaking idiot in charge of the colony genocide campaign. but then again, sometimes it is." Reg closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, this time, it was just Reg that spoke, his voice sounding more human with only a slight growl echoing within his voice. "I know what I'm getting into, and who's to say you're just trying to trick me into going nearly the same exact situation. Sorry, but my answer is no; I think I'll stick with the devil that I know rather than the one I don't." "Besides," he added in a lowered voice, "there's someone very dear to me working with the Federation right now, and to hell I'm just going to leave her, let alone not ask her opinion about whoever the heck you are." (OOC: So, Shin, I believe I've revised Reg's opinion about the Federation) |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 5 2010, 11:08 PM Post #30 |
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T'kran was, again, not a Zebethian pirate, but it was easy for a being that mostly identified by scent to make that mistake. T'kran didn't look like an overgrown lobster, for one thing. Needless to say, he let out a somewhat indignant grunt of surprise when that clawed hand pushed him away by the head, his being unprepared for it causing him to stumble and fall over with an audible grating noise as his armour scraped against the ground. "Well, I see you're as heavy-handed as always, Omega. Funny way for you to greet the one Pirate who wouldn't soil himself at the sight of you." Picking himself up off the ground, he shook his head, throwing those leathery tendrils protruding from the back of his skull over his shoulder once more. When Omega questioned how the two of them knew him, T'kran sighed and ran his free hand down his face. "I can see why you wouldn't recognise me, considering I don't stink of Phazon anymore. Hmm, where to start... oh, right. When we first met the first thing you did was try sucking on me like a Geemer. Then, after that, I helped your Mother bust your gullible hide out of a Pirate mothership after you let them put you on ice." He shrugged. "It's me, Omega. T'kran." Now, he knew Omega would need some more convincing than that, so he sighed. "The Phazon corruption eventually became terminal, so it was either clean up or die. Unfortunately the stuff was so fused into my body that removing it would have been lethal too." He shrugged. "So, I sought the aid of my former comrades, gullible as they are. They patterned my mind into a new body free of corruption, hoping to get me back on their side. As soon as they gave me my equipment back, I promptly slaughtered them all." The Pirate paused for a moment. "The process left me with some degree of amnesia for a while, so, sorry I didn't get in contact with you sooner." Now that he was done with his piece, he turned to the human. "And now it's your turn to do the explaining." Edited by Bloody Pom, Mar 5 2010, 11:14 PM.
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