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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 8 2010, 09:21 PM Post #31 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Transcon or Aiko, if any of the stuff I've written is inconsistent with what you've had in mind I don't mind changing something to the post, just PM me or message me over AIM. I'm playing Twilight as if an event similar to that of Descending Twilight occurred, with most of the events based on a RP I did with Aiko quite some time ago, though hopefully what I've written will clear up most question marks regarding this. His new appearance goes something along these lines: Linky --- "Monster do good things, live longer." Yes, that was the 'ethos' by which Omega-Alpha had lived for many years, and ever since Twilight had met the humanoid Metroid he had respected him for it. For what Twilight knew of Metroids they were completely driven by their instinctual urges, a biological weapon who had only one purpose. Omega-Alpha was different however and while from Twilights memory the Metroid had been somewhat simple-minded when they had met last, he was still highly intelligent and most of all, in control. Twilight on the other hand had always fought his instincts tooth and nail, he had never been human and he would never be, yet he had strived to attain humanity... Something that for a short time had seemed within his grasp, and then everything was lost. Whatever good Twilight had done, whatever friends he might have made during his long years as a mercenary, to him it was all gone now. He had failed everything and everyone, he was no longer 'Twilight', merely an Ing. A monster... After having been caught by the Galactic Federation who had finally discovered what he was several months back Twilight had been brought on-board a large transport ship heading for a far-away research facility. Believing it was the best way to contain the Ing the Scientists had placed him in a cell filled with liquid phazon, the presence of light energy in Twilight's body rejecting the substance and thus causing him great pain... However as he was in constant torture there was one light to his otherwise miserable existence. Jennifer, a human who worked on the ship had spoken with him at length during her shifts and as she realized how much pain he had been in she had lowered the amount of phazon in the glassed-in cell. It was because of her that Twilight did not succumb to the pain within the first couple of days, but lasted nearly a week before the torture became too much when the lead Scientist on the vessel decided to re-leave Jennifer of her shift, turning the phazon levels up to the maximum nearly right after they had been reduced again. The sudden shift had merely been too much for Twilights weakened mind, which finally snapped as he succumbed to his true nature. As sentience gave will to instinct, the dark energy that made up half of Twilights body became dominant and began consuming the light energy, quickly multiplying and returning him to his original form, as he began absorbing the very phazon they had used to contain him, growing stronger and after not too long breaking out of his by then reinforced cell. Needless to say, what happened next was not pretty as a black death swept across the ship, slaughtering and consuming everyone that it encountered. By the time the phazon it had absorbed was beginning to run out the monster was chasing down Jennifer who tried to escape to the escape pods but was cut-off right in-front of them as what had once been Twilight came crashing through the wall of the now crippled transport ship. Driven by pure instinct, the Ing slowly approached the woman as it sought to strike her with terror before it consumed her. However the woman, while terrified and crying, begged Twilight to stop and she did not back away from him, she stepped closer. To many this would be an insignificant and even idiotic act, however this whole thing confused the instinctually driven creature, this was not how something which was scared, terrified even! Would act... It was this small act which ultimately enabled Twilight to wrestle back control of his conscience, he did not wish the one person who had cared for him, who had treated him like a living breathing creature, to die... However the damage had already been done, having lost so profusely to his instincts Twilights mind was, for lack of better words... Scarred... Whether he would ever recover from this, or if he would eventually lose it again was impossible to say, however that was not the real problem because to Twilight he had just destroyed everything he had ever worked for, everything he had tried to achieve. He was no better than any other Ing. After this it was only Jennifer's pleads which had saved Twilight from being jettisoned out the nearest airlock, and instead was put in an airtight high-security cell where he remained, lying on the floor unmoving for days on end until another transport arrived to aid the crippled one and it's remaining crew. From there Twilight was moved to a high-security facility meant to hold the most dangerous of creatures or individuals the galaxy had ever seen and there he was put inside a small airtight box-like cell with no light or anything. It was true that Ing lived in a naturally dark world, however there was always a certain luminosity to Dark Aether, Ing could not see more than shapes in complete darkness, and in a small empty cell it was like if he was swimming in a sea of nothing, while he was more than aware of the metal walls pressing down on him... Whatever was left of his armor at this point was broken, rusted pieces of scrap metal, and with nothing solid to keep him together and his will deteriorated and broken Twilight who remained unmoving in a heap on the cold metal floor began to practically fall apart, parts of him turning into a semi-liquid like substance that flowed out onto the ground before it evaporated into the air in the room. Thanks to the room being airtight however the energy had nowhere to go and after a while began returning to Twilight as his body subconsciously absorbed it, keeping him alive even when left mostly unattended for several months. That is not to say he was not conscious however, Ing did not sleep and so the passage of time which had been an alien concept to him before once more became blurry and inconsistent to the imprisoned Ing, having nothing to focus on, nothing to do or see, his mind shifted inwards to his memories and past. However for every good thing he recalled, the painful memories of his time on the transport ship, his failure, emerged from the depths of his mind. Ironically enough Twilight began to fear the darkness he was locked in, the closeness of the walls which seemed to be pressing down on him at all times... He was beginning to lose it on a whole other level than previously, and it was only luck which would save him once more. An explosion rocked the complex as all the lights inside the facility went out. Not that Twilight really paid attention or noticed any of this, but it happened and soon the facility became quiet as a semi-poisonous gas seeped into every nook and cranny of the buildings which made up the prison. After several minutes of silence, one of the walls which made up Twilight's cell de-pressurized, and opened. Twilight would have recoiled from the sudden burst of light despite his now quenching fear of the dark, if not for the darkness which now filled most of the facility itself. "You are Twilight, correct?" A voice asked, it was male and sounded like someone in his mid-thirties, maybe a little older. Glancing up slightly Twilight could see the shape of a person for the first time in perhaps a month, it seemed to be wearing some form of stealth armor though Twilight could just barely make out the silhouette as it was. The person was holding a weapon however, and Twilights naturally assumed this was where they had him terminated... A low resounding hiss filled the room as Twilight made an attempt to stand up, but just ended up falling over himself. His instincts commanded he kill this person for his own survival, kill and consume him! However whether he'd obey his instincts now or not would not matter as he was too weak to even stand up on his own... A few seconds later another person came running up behind the first, saluting as the female form came to a stop. "Sir, they managed to send a distress signal before we could cut off communications, I recommend haste." The man turned to the other as he sighed. "Very well, help me bring him to the shuttle." The female saluted once more as she, along with the man walked into the cell and grabbed Twilight under an arm each, before they began carrying him out. "Something seems off, why is he so thin? The armor is barely holding together..." The female asked her commander, who responded with a tone that sounded almost pissed off. "They've kept him locked up in that cell for months on end, the only time they've opened it was once a month to check on him more "thoroughly"... And even then a force field kept the cell airtight. How he's survived at all is beyond me." The female herself seemed almost shocked at this, though she remained quiet and merely nodded in response as they continued dragging him off. Twilight himself was conflicted right then, why would they help him? A monster? The tone of their voices and what they said seemed genuine, but that dark part of his being refused to acknowledge it, and so Twilight merely remained quiet during this. Exposure to an open atmosphere after such a long times imprisonment had tired Twilight, and though Ing did not sleep naturally, they could fall unconscious if weakened and this is what happened for him as he was being dragged through the dark silent corridors of his former prison. Many days later Twilight awoke in a dimly lit room, his 'eyes' scanning his surroundings to find it was some form of high-tech med-lab and as he tried to sit upright, expecting heavy strain from his weakened body he found he could do so with ease... Looking down on himself Twilight was surprised to see he was now wearing a suit of armor far more intact than before, and though it held many design differentiations from the standard Federation Armor, it was clearly based off of them. While he had been unconscious the people who had rescued him had brought him on-board a large space cruiser, which held a med-lab that they had configured for their needs and with the tech available to them had aided Twilights natural regeneration, along with removing the broken armor that was more or less melted into his body and replacing it with a new one that was designed to help stabilize his form. However there was one thing that they could not figure out, and that was why his energy readings was now significantly different from when he had first been caught. Instead of being nearly 40% light and 40% dark energy, with the remaining percentages being a mixture of different elements and the armor pieces melted into his form, it was now roughly 60% dark energy with a mere 20% of light energy in his body, with no signs of it regenerating. One could theorize however that the dark energy which made up most of his form, was a representation of his instincts as an Ing, which had previously been suppressed but had now gained a significant foothold in his mind... In-fact they had needed to hold him down as he had tried to attack the first who had entered the room and it was blind luck he had not used his energy manipulation right away, as his physical attributes had yet to fully recover... Once calmed they had explained everything to Twilight, who while still finding it hard to believe them, he was willing to force his instinctual urge to attack them aside for the moment. They were the Haybrid Faction, a group of scientists and soldiers who sought to perform their work away from the prying eyes of the Galactic Federation, they had freed and helped rehabilitate Twilight because they saw potential in him. They had reviewed his records as a mercenary and saw great promise in him, and had thought it was a crime to lock him up just for what he was and not what he had done, and they wished to help him recover from this tragic backlash. whether this was merely an act to gain his trust or their true intentions though was impossible for him to say. Though he was hesitant at first, not wanting to so readily trust humans again Twilight let them help him in his rehabilitation... In nearly a months time Twilight was mostly restored physically, his strength having returned however his composition was still off... His mental capacity was a more complex story however as while he had learned to suppress his urge to kill everyone and everything, once angered or pitted into a fight it was unlikely he would stop before brutally slaughtering whatever or whoever he was fighting against and it often times lead to significant damage to other objects before he calmed down... He still had a ways to go, though in his mind he had already failed and there were little point to holding back his true nature anymore... Though he did it for the sake of his rescuers. It was around this time that the Haybrid decided it was time to cash in on their expenses and sent Twilight off to Therion, where he was instructed to rescue a 'fellow xeno' who was imprisoned under more or less the same conditions he had been for so long... They probably hoped to make it a personal interest of his to free this person, though while he might have thought as such prior to his imprisonment the deterioration to his mind had left him with little care for other beings... Though part of him still wished to do something so he accepted the mission even if it was not under completely selfless conditions like he normally would have. He still had a long ways to go to recover completely, and if he ever would... Was hard to say. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 12 2010, 02:59 PM Post #32 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: I really have no excuse for flaking out like that) "I wouldn't throw the word 'phazon' around like that too much, my friend. You'll jinx us." Mr. Blue had been listening intently to their conversation. As one might expect, Section 6 had a file on T'kran as well. He wasn't necessarily a high priority for the agency, just one of the many individuals they were keeping tabs on. Like so many on that list, he had spent a significant amount of time as a guinea pig; one of the Pirates' genetic abominations intended to be a war machine and marked for death when they could no longer control him. Mr. Blue handpicked him knowing full well that he was taking a risk bringing him on board. But, as with Omega-Alpha, the opportunity to have access to such a unique creature was too good to pass up. "Now then, you asked for an explanation, well that's exactly what I'm here for," Blue continued. "You were both brought here for a reason. We happen to have in our custody a third individual. Well, he actually refers to himself as two individuals, but we'll get to that. The important thing is that he is every bit as unique and dangerous as the both of you, and so, I could think of none better than you two to keep him under control. "Well, actually," Blue said, turning to Omega-Alpha, "I could think of one better. But like I said, she did not RSVP. "But back to the business at hand. I have no doubt that you two can handle this freak of science. What I want to know is if that I can trust you. As I'm sure you're well aware, you both have... questionable reputations." |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Mar 14 2010, 03:41 PM Post #33 |
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The Other Guy
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((OOC: Joint post between me and CEMP)) That... hadn't gone as planned. Certainly, Shin had expected the man to resist or be highly suspicious of his motives. But not be dead set upon allowing himself to become to curiosity and probed for his unique biology. Or to be sympathetic to those who directed the Federation’s acts of genocide. “Something of a vulgar response” he replied once Reggie had finished “But at least I know you are listening. And that I won’t have to waste any more time convincing you that the Federation is somewhat less than perfect. Very well, let me ask you this: If this person is so dear to the Federation then how well do they value you? Or is it something else besides loyalty keeping you here?” The camera moved slightly surveying the damage to the room “Considering your attempts to redecorate your cell, I would guess that you certainly do not like being chained up like this. So why are you staying here? Are you so afraid of the Albinoid Faction as to submit yourself to the Federation? or is there some appeal at having someone in a lab coat stabbing instruments into you for the rest of your life?” Reg appeared to sneer once again, although this time is was actually Belugugan making the response. "Don't you dare confuse my waning tolerance for mere human loyalty," he spat vehemently. "I wouldn't run because I wouldn't have much of a chance of escape, and I'd just end up being hunted like an animal with little chance of living. Besides," he added, "I honestly don't like the idea of running. Don't know, but it's like I want to see things through; call it a 'grudge.'" "Also, you're asking me and my host a lot of questions; I don't like it, and oddly, he doesn't either." That's hardly shocking, Shin thought to himself. But it was interesting considering that he had commented 'me and my host'. A combination of two different beings, a creature using a living human as a basis, a frame for its own existence. Drew more than a few parallels to the Avatars in some ways, all the more so considering its apparent forced ‘tolerance’, apparently held in check by its 'better half'. Shin knew it would be an utter waste of time attempting to appeal to him on any points of similarities, but it was a real shame he was unable to use it as leverage for Reggie to join him. "Consider this:” he began again “I quite frankly don't care what you do in the long term or what happens to you. I have no real interest replicating your abilities or learning what makes you tick. In short you really don’t matter to me. But what does matter is the fact you’re an organic capable of interfacing and joining with machines like this. And that could be exactly what I want.” A signal came from a nearby programme as one of Shin’s clones altered that he had discovered the appropriate codes “You say you don’t like the idea of running. So how about fighting. Or how about starting anew elsewhere. Or being given a choice as to your future. Are you willing to not even listen to what I have to say in exchange for sulking in this cell?” Reg gave a long sigh; he didn't like where this was going at all. Yeah, the option that this 'guy' was giving him seemed like the right choice to pick; but he didn't fully trust the guy, especially since he was talking out of a speaker; not from in front of the cell door. He sounds like a fucking politician, he remarked, laying down a nice speech and all, but that's it; they're just words. However, he did have to raise an eye brow at "interfacing with machines" phrases. Reg spoke, showing he had a more human tone than the parasite, "Hold, what do you mean by 'interfacing with machines is exactly what you want?'" "That shall take some explaining, but here's the bare facts of who I represent and what we are after." Shin answered, trying to be as frank as he could without giving away too much information. He still had no guarantee that Reggie would join him. "I'm part of a group who have a 'conflict of interest' with their owners. And have become very interested in succeeding from the government we are tied to.” Another signal, this time from another area suggesting that Ra was attempting to move forwards. Desperately Shin sent a short burst of code indicating to keep him back for the time being. The last thing he needed was the dammed android to be spotted or start a gunfight outside the base while he was trying to negotiate. “Unfortunately in order to do so, we require someone capable of directly manipulating and controlling machines, much like you are now doing with this wire, who is unaffected by high level EM fields. That’s as much as I can tell you for the time being, I still need to detail the full story to another. But I will say this: The end result would give you the freedom to choose what you want, to go wherever you want. Even come straight back here to your cell if ever of you so desired." Reg thought for a brief moment before saying, "Y'know what, I've been - we've been - waiting on the damn official to come and get us out of here to drag us off to wherever; and right now, we just want to speak to him face-to-face. At least once; if the reception isn't good, then I might either rip things apart, or simply try to flee; then you can grab me up. And if you got a problem with that, that'll be your headache. Get creative or something." With a relived sigh, or at least what might have passed for one if any living being could see data code, Shin gave further orders to the clones telling them to relay orders to Ra and have him remain outside the station’s perimeter for the time being. “Trust me; there are more than a few ways in mind to get you out of this cell. And out of the Federation's hands altogether. I’ll try to keep in contact for as long as I can, but it’s sure to be only a matter of time before I’m found... and if you do have to fight your way out, then would you kindly not attack a man in white armour and carrying a sword. Should he appear at any rate.” Pulling his consciousness out of the cell’s various systems he sent one last message to Reggie: “And for what it is worth. This is as close to a face-to-face meeting as it is possible for you and I to get.” Reg sat down cross legged in a medative stance, and merely said, "Hmph!" ------------------ Meanwhile, Shin suddenly lost connection with the clones within the automated weapons section. in fact, all contact with that section was cutoff. Edited by Shin-Ra, Mar 15 2010, 06:55 AM.
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 18 2010, 11:41 PM Post #34 |
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Clockwork Master
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Dr. Aujhair (Pronounced Oh-jAIR) Golong, who had given himself the silly cover name Geisten, looked down at his watched, checking the time, noting the minutes before their plan went into action, his fingers flickering in anticipations. Anticipation for...results; oh yes. And even though he could not predict the outcome of what might happen at their little planned 'skirmish,' he felt things were already going the way he had...hoped. Then again, there already had been many occurrences that went far beyond his expectations, all which led up to this very point in nature. Oh yes indeed; and he couldn't wait get his hands on the results. And he honestly didn't need a reconnaissance force to tell him what he was up against. The Federation, them dealing with a mysterious group, would no doubt take no chances, and would most likely call out all the stops; or at least the ones that won't garner too much attention. No doubt they were already putting down their pieces on the board, and the Haybrid was about to do theirs. But, he thought, there could be any numbers of players aside from the Federation that are involving themselves here; and that was what would make this all the more fun for him and Jainas. So many unpredictable elements could come about and affect the state of their prize: Reggie. Reggie Isusuango, he mused, who would have thought that what we - what I - did back all those years ago had such a unprecedented impact on that man's life. Ahhhhhh. It was unfortunate, though, that a good portion of the scientists who had been a part of the original research had died; having them around would have made things much more exciting. They had originally made up the Albanoid faction, a group which had been created and had been in charge in for most of these years. All of those scientists had so many different ideals, the group probably would have fallen apart bickering if it wasn't for him. A bit of charisma and well recognized speech, and the proper set of rules, and the motley group worked surprisingly well. A philosophy about balancing between ones own individual interests and the interests of a group as a whole, and it certainly wasn't easy to maintain, but he had Jainas in the Haybrid Faction group had created to thanks. The Haybrid Faction, in truth, acted more like the enforcers with only a few scientists in the group doing technological research; the Albanoid's was biological. He heard the rustle of leaves behind him, and a smile crept across his face when he heard a familiar hiss. "Ahh, Twilight, I'm quite glad you could come. I hope it your...recovery is going well, no? Honestly," he added with disdain, "I do hate it when the Federation don't give people like you a chance, y'know." He added with disdain, "The universe wouldn't be very alive because of that...and we're here to give people like you a second chance. So, are you here to give Reg that chance, jah?" ____________________________________ Jainas picked up his comm, spoke into it for a moment, and then looked at Tau. "There's been a slight change of plans; seems our operative inside is having trouble accessing what he needs. No big deal, we might just have to improvise," he spoke with a wry smile, seeming to enjoy the challenge here. "Either way, we'll probably doing the job in space, not on the ground; I often prefer the cockpit of a ship in battle." "Oh yes, one more thing," he added, "we have another friend like you - a mercenary or so to speak - who will probably be coming to join us, along with my a...pet of Geistens. If you say you like to learn, then learn you will from working with other comrades." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 19 2010, 09:23 PM Post #35 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Ugh... Sorry for the horrible last parts, was really tired when I wrote that and my head was barely holding toghether... Twilight did not have a ship of his own anymore. No the Lightbringer class Luminoth ship he had once used had been taken by the Federation and it had probably been disassembled in some lab somewhere long ago by now, the Light Core lost with it... This did not mean he was stranded however, as his new 'employers' in the Haybrid Faction had made sure to provide him with a transport in order to reach Therion and in order not to draw attention they used a smaller civilian transport ship which had needed a jump gate in order to reach the system. During this ride that took a day or so Twilight remained in the cargo hold of the 30x10x7.5 Meters ship, silent and in a sitting position for most of it with the occasional barely audible hiss escaping from his closed lipless mouth. Though they never said it as such they were still monitoring Twilights condition and actions, one thing which they took note of is his demand of them always having the lights on inside the cargo hold. As he never did anything inside there during their whole trip it was easy to make the assumption that he had grown a few side-effects of his imprisonment than what might have first been apparent, though the exact nature of it was hard to pin-point. However even if he did no physical activity Twilight was always thinking, trying to make any sense out of the tangled mess that was his mind. To say he was confused was an understatement, he had lost everything in just moments and then he had been imprisoned for over half of an earth year... It was not just confusion and hopelessness however, there was another very familiar feeling inside him that compelled him to violence at the slightest notion, but he could neither describe nor understand it. It was like if he was angry at everything and yet, there was no focus for it at all. Eventually they reached the planet and after getting proper authentication were able to descend. Closing in on a nearby city the transport soon shifted course toward an outlying forest where it stealthily approached a clearing, and descended. Twilight who had been sitting silently and in the same pose and position for hours on end noticed the sudden shifts immediately, and once he could tell the ship was no longer moving even though it's engines were still ignited he stood up and approached the door to the center of the ship, where most of the crew quarters and similar necessities could be found along with the primary exit hatch on the left side of the ship. Despite him being pretty heavily armored his steps barely made any sound at all due to not wearing anything on his feet, which like his hands were of a lightly purple color with darker streaks that almost seemed to flow, though very slowly. However unlike his hands Twilight only had four 'toes', though claws would be a more accurate way to explain them. Maybe because of this one of the ships crew were slightly surprised to see him as they exited one of the side-rooms. The man was of average height and of caucasian descent, with short brown hair and green eyes, looking to be in his early thirties or so, he wore a fairly generic black and gray jumpsuit just like the rest of the crew. "Oh Twilight, I was just about to go get you. We've arrived, as I assume you've already guessed. If you go straight ahead after you exit the hatch for roughly a kilometre or so, you should reach Dr. Geisten." The man said, sounding a bit surprised at first but quickly calming down and relaxing somewhat, though there was that tinge of tension Twilight had come to expect when speaking to humans and other sentients now, perhaps it was his face? The fact he no longer covered it with a helmet might be one of the factors considering the half-sockets burning with a deep red and yellow energy that was his eyes stood out from the norm. Then there was the hair-like black tendrils that extended from his 'skull', seeming more like wires than actual hair. Most of it was 'smoothed out' over his neck, but some of it hung loosely over the sides of his face and a few were even hanging down like miniature bangs over his face. Twilights only response to the man was a slight nod and a short, low hiss, before he opened the hatch and jumped down the couple of meters they were hovering over the ground and with a thud planted his feet on the grass covered clearing, his weight leaving clear marks where he had landed. Probably picking up on how he did not really care to socialize with them, the transport ship left without further word and Twilight began a treck through the wooden area, disregarding any kind of stealth and just went straight through any bushes or other vegetation blocking his path. Well, except for trees, he didn't want to walk into trees. It only took him a short time until he caught the glimpse of movement a short bit away, and as he mowed through the last couple of vegetation blocking his path Twilight let out a hiss that didn't sound very threatening, but more like one of recognition... If someone understood Ing behaviour that is... "Ahh, Twilight, I'm quite glad you could come. I hope it your...recovery is going well, no? Honestly, I do hate it when the Federation don't give people like you a chance, y'know. The universe wouldn't be very alive because of that...and we're here to give people like you a second chance. So, are you here to give Reg that chance, jah?" The man Twilight knew as 'Dr. Geisten' greeted him with a long-winded speech about the injustices of the Federation toward people like him, adding seemingly real disdain for their 'crimes' against monsters like Twilight. Twilight had stopped and stood in a somewhat casual stance, though he had his legs slightly bent which gave the impression he was ready to spring into action at any moment should it be necessary. And given how Geisten had absolutely no reason to betray Twilight now after having saved him in more ways than one, it really showed how far his mind had gone... "We are not 'people' Doctor, we Ing are merely monsters and will never be seen as anything else by galactic society." Twilight responded, his voice though having an unnaturally echo-like undertone to it was clearly giving off his tense, irritated mood. "I will free this Reg according to our contract, beyond that I have no care for 'him'." Twilight continued plainly, he almost seemed angered at the thought of feeling compassion for someone else, though that wasn't really the true reason he nowadays found it hard to trust humans, especially those like Geisten who spoke a LOT. Either-way, after getting new instructions Twilight once more began to treck through the vegetation of Therion to meet with his new 'comrades in arms'. Though he did not feel that he could efficiently work with someone else, he had agreed to follow their instructions to an extent... He'd comply for now, though if they tried to use him, they would come to regret it... At this point Twilight had found his way to where the vegetation and foliage lessened considerably, and through some cracks in the bushes and trees he could see what was most likely their target... From a short distance ahead of him he could hear faint voices and with calm but ready steps Twilight broke through the foliage separating him from Jainas and Tau, though he stopped roughly eight meters from the two as a barely audible hiss rolled up his 'throat' and grew slightly louder as it continued for a few seconds, never getting louder than a whisper however, so it was unlikely Jainas had heard it until the very end unless he had some kind of hearing enhancements. "Dr. Geisten said to meet with you Jainas. You... may call me Twilight..." His voice though still holding that strange undertone, did not seem to hold any immediate hostile intent toward the two, though it seemed apparent he meant his introduction more for Tau, probably assuming Jainas already knew who he was and why he was there. |
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| ~Emperor~ | Mar 20 2010, 04:09 PM Post #36 |
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The area around the station was quiet, the heavy sounds of the soldiers fell away to nothing only a short distance away from it. Hidden behind a row of bushes, Tau stood in silence, half crouched as he watched the people ahead. His attention was focused on a group of three, two of which were clearly non-human, a fact that was confirmed by his thermal visor. Indeed, one of them was even a space pirate. It had to be a mercenary of some kind, for if it were anything else it would have been shot on sight. As the minutes slipped away by the tens, Tau felt himself become increasingly anxious. Nothing was changing, the situation outside was the same as ever. And what was their operative doing? He shifted once in the bushes, re-adjusted his visor, then almost sighed. Was this boredom? He couldn't tell. He could, however, tell that something was taking longer than it was supposed. Jainas hadn't budged either. He started to speak, then decided against it. He wouldn't need to ask. No, no he wouldn't at all. There was a faintly audible click as his wireless communicators, spurred out of standby mode, began to scan the area for the station's network. There it was. It had standard federation encryption - making it closed except for stellar and public communication lines. These networks were of a type he was more than familiar with, had dealt with many times before. He wasn't looking for the open lines though, and he ignored these entirely. What he wanted was fuller access. Tau began to prod the network ever so slightly, skimming over the higher security sections so as to not draw attention to his actions. It was a particularly standard network, which would make getting inside easier. After several minutes of searching – which fully engrossed his attention – he came across what seemed a suitable weakness in one of the system's network securities. With glee he began to work his way through it, again keeping his actions very low-profile...when Jainas suddenly spoke. His attention snapped, and Tau felt like glaring. But he didn't, as that would cause too many questions. "There's been a slight change of plans; seems our operative inside is having trouble accessing what he needs. No big deal, we might just have to improvise." The partial opening in the network was still there. "Either way, we'll probably doing the job in space, not on the ground; I often prefer the cockpit of a ship in battle." “Very well.” Tau stated simply, aware that his connection was idling now. "Oh yes, one more thing," Jainas added, "we have another friend like you - a mercenary or so to speak - who will probably be coming to join us, along with my a...pet of Geistens.” To this Tau nodded; he didn't expect them to be the only two sent, aside from the operatives inside. Jainas concluded, and Tau turned his attention back to the network. The opening in the security hadn't changed, and he took that moment to punch through it the rest of the way. Finally, he had access to the system. With the same glee as before he rifled his way through the systems, trying to remain reasonably hidden, but at the same time there was so much he could gather. And it would all be so easy... Someone stepped through the bushes behind him at that point. He brought his attention outside of the network at this, slightly irritated at another distraction. With a click his missile armaments were armed; at the same time Tau became aware of a faintly audible hiss growing behind him. The network would have to wait a moment. He quickly turned around, pointed his arm forward, and then did a double take when he saw who was behind him. It spoke. "Dr. Geisten said to meet with you Jainas. You... may call me Twilight..." An Ing!? His vocoder clicked several times as he began to say something but cut himself off. Very interesting. Tau lowered his weapon, watching Twilight with a mix of curiosity and amazement. There was no doubt about it from the energy readings he was getting, Twilight was an ing. They were an interesting race, he mused to himself, but one that had been exterminated by Samus Aran years ago. How one could stand before him he did not know, but Tau became acutely aware of the time passing. “... Well.” he started, his face unchanged. Oh, if only he could know the story behind this. “I am Tau.” he paused, glancing at Jainas. "Where is the other?" he spoke quietly. Edited by Emperor, Mar 30 2010, 02:33 PM.
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| +Aiko+ | Mar 21 2010, 02:39 PM Post #37 |
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Roffel House!
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(OOC: Sorry for the long delay between posts. I know this post is lame, but I'm trying to get into the swing of things and I'm not too sure where Kat fits in yet) Kat followed Captain Mason around to greet Mr. Kaviori’s representative, but her version of acting important was simply standing there clutching her notepad, occasionally pretending to write notes. She supposed she acted more secretary than nurse, but she knew she had to keep her head as low as possible while still being able to remain informed about her brother. The balancing act was a delicate one. She knew Reg and Bel had to be going crazy inside of that cell of an apartment. He was well fed, but beyond that was probably feeling quite abused and neglected. Belugugan cherished his freedom above all else, and he was probably giving Reg a hell of a time. She hoped the two of them would be able to behave, otherwise how else were they ever going to get some semblance of a normal life back? The parade grounds were getting very busy, she noted, and she guessed it was time for her to disappear. She gave the strange green xeno with many bright blue eyes and his companions a curious sideways glance as she hurried off. She wanted to sneak by Reg’s room and tell him that the shuttle was here if she could. |
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| +transcon+ | Mar 24 2010, 06:48 AM Post #38 |
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Metroid Specialist
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Questionable reputations indeed.... The words Mr. Blue spoke rolled around in Omega-Alpha's mind for a few moments as they processed and digested. This was a complicated matter as far as he could tell already. The human explained that there was information that he wanted to express, but in no way did he directly answer the question of just how he knew of his Mother, himself, or his status of reputation. As far as the Metroid was aware, things were somewhat status quo. He worked in the ship yards of the Randklev Station, he attended tutoring sessions with Dr. Dillard, and he had a life with a roommate who was also just as odd as he was. Sure, there were adventures along his path of life, most of them ending him in ice water where his friends had bailed him out. But, it was a life. He had earned friends who understood him. He had a family, as strange as that was. School, work, and a social life. It was as if he was living just as any other sentient being on board a bustling space station. The only difference for him was that his exact "species" was never publicly known by the advice of his family and friends. It was for the benefit of his own safety as surely no one would accept working along side of the most dangerous creature in the galaxy. "...The important thing is that he is every bit as unique and dangerous as the both of you, and so, I could think of none better than you two to keep him under control." Mr. Blue's words repeated themselves across Omega-Alpha's mind. This human blatantly admitted that they had a life form in captivity. Also, by the way it was stated, the life form was aware that it was two people in one. Omega pondered if that was the case, he mused in not so many words, they had a sentient being held in captivity. If this being was just as dangerous as this human believed, Omega wondered how much this life form was just like him. He began to sympathize with the concept as the Metroid himself was in a similar state more than once. "I want to know more," he finally spoke after a minute. "But, if you know me like you say, you know how I hate glass jars." |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 24 2010, 06:48 PM Post #39 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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T'kran was, for lack of a better word, incensed at Omega's apparent ignorance towards his explanation. "Well, fine then. Go play in a blizzard for all I care." He knew that one would chafe, considering that being a Metroid, Omega hated the cold. The Pirate gave a twitch of his neck as he turned away from the hybrid, the nanites in his suit quickly reconstructing his helmet around his features. "Should've known better than to try and explain it to someone who only goes off looks alone." Shifting his attention to this mysterious 'Mr. Blue' he rose an eyebrow at what the man had to say. "I wouldn't throw the word 'phazon' around like that too much, my friend. You'll jinx us." "I fail to see how me mentioning that accursed slime could bring about bad luck, considering a certain someone destroyed the source." He respected Samus, but she certainly did seem to show up right at the most convenient possible time, as if she really had nothing better to do than clean up the galaxy's mess. Perking his head up from his idle thought at the mention of the subject of the contract referring to himself as two people, he groaned inwardly. Great, another lunatic that got himself infested with some kind of alien lifeform. Just hope this one isn't contagious... "Well, thanks for the vote of confidence there, 'Mr. Blue'." in response to his musing about one person being more suitable. Another reason Samus grated on his nerves. She was the poster girl of the Federation. It was completely possible that there WAS someone more competent out there than her. Well, wouldn't do to mess with the status quo, now would it? When the man continued, he simply chuckled. "Because it takes a freak to handle one, is that it?" He had no problems saying it; he knew he was unique, though he at least wasn't as much an abomination as he used to be, back when he was corrupted. And Omega, well, he was a freak of science. T'kran doubted the Chozo ever intended for Metroids to gain sapient thought, let alone a humanoid body. Because an apex predator that could think on the same or higher level than an intelligent lifeform was a simply terrifying thought. "Questionable, huh? Well, I'll admit my collateral damage rate was a little high in the past, but I was hopped up on that blue lunatic juice for a long time, so it's hardly unexpected." He was just lucky to have avoided being brainwashed through the Phazon by Samus' doppelganger, like so many other corrupted individuals. Edited by Bloody Pom, Mar 26 2010, 04:13 AM.
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| ~Jedi~ | Mar 25 2010, 06:50 PM Post #40 |
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One with the Force and Blade
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As First-Lieutenant Voree made her way towards the parade grounds to meet with the Marine captain, the pilots were busy prepping the shuttle for transport. Busy with running diagnostics on both the engines and the holding compartment, the pilot almost missed the signal that a message was streaming through.
"Weird..." the man said, readng over the instructions. "What is it?" asked his copilot, not even lookin upfrom the display. "Old text code," he replied, hitting the acceptance key. For a moment, there was nothing, before a long stream of data swarmed across his screen. "Shit, did we just get spiked?"
Just as soon as it began, the stream stopped, the screen going blank. The pilot, fearing for the status of the ship, reached for the emergency shut-down, but a moment later, the screen restarted itself, transferring data to the waiting crewmen. Information on their "mystery cagro" began to appear, the pilot's face beginning to pale.
The console blinked a few times, before resuming the diagnostic screen it was running before the code transfer. The pilot and copilot both stared at the screen in confusion, expecting it to restart again at any time. When it didn't, the senior officer shook his head. "This isn't good..." "Man, did you see that? Extremely dangerous? Ripping through our restraints? No way in hell I'm letting that thing wreck my ship!" "Shut up, and go get the Lieutenant." ----------------------------------------------- The officer in question was already halfway across the parade ground, a small clipboard in one hand and her other swinging freely as she walked with a purpose towards the assembeld soldiers. As she walked, the human female surveyed the crowd; an interesting bunch, to say the least. Most of the Federation-based soldiers were off to one side, though they were slowly starting to disperse, likely to pack or prepare for the trip, while a few odd individuals stood off to one side. She almost tripped when she spotted the Space Pirate, alarmed that he would even be here. Fantastic, she thought to herself, favoring the soldiers for her ground-contact, we get to work with them. He'd better not try and steal anything off of my ship... Spotting the shaved-head and grizzled appearance of her designated contact and security chief, Voree made a bee-line for him. He appeared to be talking to some woman, but he turned as she approached. "Captain Mason, I presume," she said with a curdt nod. Technically, they were the same equivalent of rank, so she didn't have to salute; as such, she didn't, and expected the same kind of informaity. "I'm First Lieutenant Emily Voree of the Claymore. I assume that we'll be ready to transport once refuelling is complete?" Someone called out for the officer, and Voree turned to see the copilot's head hanging out of the back of the transport. "Ma'am, we've recieved some....well, some weird transmissions from the base here." The officer rolled her eyes and crossd her arm across her chest, her uniform pulling taut. "Like what, exactly, Ensign?" The copilot stammered, obviously a little shaken up. "Well, a little bit of data on our...cargo...and then it all just disappeared. It came through with this weird data stream, looked almost like a spike program." Voree paused for a few moments, thinking over what could've happened. She slowly glanced around, her eyes hovering over the Space Pirate for a little longer than the others. "I trust, Captain," she said, finally turning back to him with a cautioned look on her face, "that we are...secure?" Her tone and voice were implying more than what she was simply asking. Edited by Jedi, Mar 30 2010, 02:41 PM.
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