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| ~beflexor~ | Jul 27 2010, 11:57 AM Post #51 |
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Squirt worked methodically, pressing the open wound at her midsection closed. Just as Nick had seen, there had been nothing but the soft, pale flesh all the way inside, as though the GI's body were fake. There had to be a structural system though, Squirt knew, otherwise it would simply be a sack of flesh-like material. Inside, there had to be something akin to bones. Squirt had been tempted to slice deep enough to find out but, while her body didn't register pain, the thought of doing so was faintly alarming in a manner than any living creature in its right mind simply doesn't injure itself on purpose. The wound sealed after she held it closed long enough, it hadn't taken her long to discover that interesting feature about her body. Water dribbled out of it slightly, and she wiped it off with the sheet on the bed. It had been doing that a lot lately with wounds, like the Beflexor was still perfecting the crafted flesh after creating it. Finally, content with her repairs, Squirt timidly stepped back out into the main part of the ship. She heard Aryon call out a moment before something bit his nose. There was a moment of confusion when it was elsewhere, it must have been near Nick because she heard him yelp as well, more in surprise than pain. Squirt leaned down, her white, silky clothes whispering softly as they moved with her. Her ponytail, deep green at the top and slowly becoming a purple as it reached the bottom, slipped free from her backside and down to tickle Aryon's neck. Between her collarbones, the metal disk of the Beflexor shone ominously. Squirt smiled, saying "That didn't look pleasant, are you okay? My brother, Nick, picked you up from the station. You're on his ship right now, but I don't know where we're going." Nick glanced at her momentarily (brother?) before turning back to the strange creature that had somehow stowed away on his ship. He hissed back at the chittering creature, suddenly sounding more primal. "Mine," he said, gesturing to the surface it stood on, then at Aryon, repeating, "Mine." Nick thought about going after it, it would be difficult to reach, but he had seen it suddenly appear from elsewhere, which meant it might disappear just as easily. Instead, he moved slowly, grabbing hold of a metal mug, still half-full of water, and hurled it at the creature with speed. At least mice didn't chew the ends of noses off. ~ Ben was faintly aware of arms wrapped around him as he slept. At first he thought they were Lorrilal's, but then realized they were much too big for her stature. "Jimmy, are you trying to get fresh with me?" he muttered groggily. "I miss you," Trisha replied. Ben sat bolt upright, Trisha's arms slipping from around him. Oh God, he wasn't dreaming this time, she was real. "Trisha?" he said, his voice cracking. Trisha shook her head, looking sad. "Not quite." Ben got up and left, Trisha didn't move to follow, and stepped out into the cargo room. Trishas, five of them, were spread throughout. One sat quietly, reading a book. Another danced beautifully, her feet moving with a rhythm Ben couldn't hear. One was shivering in a corner, her eyes wide and frightened. One slept realistically, rather than the state they usually were in. The final one was sitting on her stomach, legs kicking back and forth slowly, as she drew on the floor with a yellow crayon. Down the hall, Ben could hear crying, he followed it to what once was Enigma's room, where Lorrilal now slept alone. Again, he thought it was her, but as he pushed the door open a crack he saw another Trisha sitting on the floor, sobbing. It wasn't a gentle crying either, it was that of someone who's heart had been broken. Lorrilal sat beside her, her arms wrapped around Trisha's waist. "I don't like being dead," Trisha said, blowing her nose into Lorrilal's offered tissue. "I mean, I know I couldn't really have done much to stop it but...but I miss being with you guys. You're not together anymore so it makes you all so much harder to find." "It's okay, we're all doing fine," Lorrilal replied, seemingly unfazed by Trisha's breakdown. "If anything really bad happened to Nick or Squirt I would know, no matter how far away they were." Ben, opened the door the rest of the way, Lorrilal looked up at him, her eyes seeming to sayI told you so in a gentle, non-mocking way. Trisha, seeing him, leapt up and jumped into his arms. "Oh Ben! I've missed you so much!" Ben reluctantly patted her on the back, confused, "Uh...yeah, you told me in my room." "I did?" "They don't all know what the others are doing," Lorrilal explained, "I don't think they're even entirely aware of each other. The Trishas acknowledge that there are others, and will pass them by rather than run into each other, but I've never heard them converse or work together to accomplish a goal. I've tried telling some of the more coherent ones, but they become confused, like trying to get a dog to recognize the dog in the mirror is itself. They seem to just blank out that there are others." "It's because I'm dead!" Trisha started again, slipping from Ben's now-returned hug, and collapsed back on the floor, sobbing more gently. "Does this always happen?" Ben asked, noticing that this Trisha almost seemed to understand what was going on. He certainly didn't. "About twice a month. Oh. You didn't mean all of the Trisha's at once. Crying Trisha comes to my room about once a week. It can be a different Trisha too, I think, but with the same attitude. Their personalities can sometimes be different, like today we have a child-like Trisha coloring in the cargo room, that one is rare." "Wh-what?" Ben stumbled backwards for a moment before thumping into a sitting position. There he rubbed his face with his hands. "How long as this been going on? Why is this happening, why does she-" he gestured to the crying one, "-seem to understand that she's dead?" "It's been happening since you first brought them aboard on a random basis, the longest dry spell being an entire month. It is more likely to occur with more life forms on the ship, and with the complexity of live forms, like a thousand cockroaches to twenty cows to one human being. She understands because, simply put, she's a ghost, an imprint of something lost. This Trisha seems particularly realistic, but she's not really Trisha. You..." Lorrilal wiped her eyes, as though she were crying herself "I mean....it takes a while to realize and get used to it." "Are you sure she's not real? I mean, sometimes I hear-" Ben hesitated. He thought about not saying anything, then again, Lorrilal was trusting him with the knowledge of the Trishas coming out at night, maybe he could trust her as well. "Sometimes I hear her whispering to me, if it's quiet, and I'm alone." "She whispers to me as well." "I didn't die right," the crying Trisha replied. "People move on, go away. I glitched, I'm trapped. Squirt would know, she would know what's happened." Ben opened his mouth to say something, but Lorrilal held up a hand to silence him. "I do have a feeling that maybe the real Trisha can steer these to say certain things, but that doesn't mean this one is real. Look at her, her eyes are already glazing over, she's stopping. They all stop at different times, but the most is about an hour." "So where are the rest?" "One is in the kitchen, another still in your bedroom, and a third is trying to feel up Ronnie." "WHAT!?" ~ "I remember you," the Trisha in the kitchen said, seeming to come to attention when Jimmy spoke to her. She seemed oddly lucid. "You were interested in this, I think," she held her left hand up, where an ugly, puckered scar was. Strangely, none of the others seemed to have it. "Oh, I guess it doesn't belong to me anymore." She smiled, leaning back on a countertop. "Anyway, I just thought I might cause a little stir on purpose this time tonight. You and your friends are very kind for taking in my family. It's been very hard for them, especially Ben." She pushed off from the counter and moved close to Jimmy, putting her scarred hand on his chest, "You can betray them, you can turn them in to the Federation, you can make them regret ever taking that business deal with you and yours. However, if you do anything to truly harm them in any manner, I will kill you. I will kill you Jimmy Vega, and then I will kill Ronnie Black and Nick Scanlan. I will make Henry Callahan, Savage Henry, cower in his room of pretty weapons that can't harm me anymore. He will weep softly as I press my fingernail slowing into the back of his head." She stepped back, her smile still as sweet as before. "Do you know why angels are scarier than demons?" The Trisha's stare grew blank, she reached over and began buttering a piece of toast mindlessly with her unmarred left hand. Still, a whisper lingered in the air. Because angels are beautiful. |
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| +Aiko+ | Jul 27 2010, 07:58 PM Post #52 |
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Roffel House!
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Aiko was extremely displeased that Grifter had made a jump away from the station before she could finish repairs to the radiation shield surrounding the massive, but fragile, device. The central core of Jump technology was essentially a black box. No one was quite sure what went into one, and the theoretical physics behind the device was way beyond even Aiko's understanding. All she knew was that the Jump core didn't produce any radiation, but the generators that created the invisible barriers to keep a ship from disintegrating during a jump did. The generators, from what she understood, somehow anchored the ship to its associated reality while it slid in the gray area beyond the perceivable universe. They made the universe 'remember' the ship, in a way. The very basis of quantum physics was that something had to be perceived to be real, and without the anchor of those generators, the ship would simply cease to exist. The Jump drive would pop back into reality without its cargo, and the energy imbalance resulted in a catastrophic fireball that could collapse entire star systems. It was not a pretty thing when a Jump drive failed. Aiko was one of the few people outside of Jump drive manufactures that could actually repair the device. For Cottonmouth and his surviving crew, Aiko's ability probably saved their ship from the terrible fate awaiting the station. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to solve the radiation problem without having enough time to do the repairs, and the entire rear half of the ship virtually lit up nearby space like a flashlight in the dark. She didn't want to think about who could possibly be following them. In the state the ship was in, there was no way they could hide or escape. Now her repairs were further delayed until radiation levels became safe. Even she didn't want to tangle with radiation spikes that high. It wasn't like they had a great deal of food on the ship, and Aiko would have to completely reconstruct her body's physiology to handle a strain that big. A radical change like that required a lot of energy, and she didn't think that the remaining pirates were going to just hand over their meager rations to her. Aiko had no choice but to flee to the bridge. The bridge and the medical bay were the only two places that had full power, and therefore full protection from the radiation. The medical bay currently had a doctor in it, so Aiko had no desire to go there. The bridge was the only other option, although she didn't like bringing the cat woman there. Aiko glared at Fiera like it was her fault all this was happening. “So, what can you do? If you can't pull your own weight, we don't have much use for you. Although,” Aiko said as she menacingly tapped her chin, “we haven't had cat on the menu in a while. I hear it's quite tender.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The six-legged lizard side-stepped the water-filled mug with ridiculous ease. The creature was obviously used to moving much faster, and it hadn't taken its eyes off of Nick the entire time. It lifted its nose into the air like it was affronted, then hopped purposefully in the tiny pool of water left on the bulkhead. A tiny bit of water splashed onto Nick, but it seemed satisfied with the result. It bent its head and neck down, and plopped onto its side, thrashing wildly as it enjoyed its bath. It suddenly jerked its head up like it saw or heard something, and vanished with a barely audible electrical pop. It reappeared in the kitchen, inconspicuously wedged between the top of the cabinet and the ceiling. It looked down at the Trisha clone with great intensity, slowly blinking its eyelids as it considered her. After a minute, the sharp blue spines on its back lowered in disappointment, and it gave a tiny sigh. It vanished before Nick Scanlan spotted it, and reappeared again on Aryon's chest. It politely touched its spines together to discharge static electricity, then walked up to Aryon's face. It looked up and tilted its head at Aryon's nose, which had already fully healed, and reached out with a single, 4 toed claw (which strangely had an opposable thumb), and gently squeezed the tip. It chittered something in what sounded like an approving tone, then hopped back before Aryon could swat it away. It kept a wary eye on his arms while it curled up in a ball on his chest, huffing quietly with the soft impact. |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jul 28 2010, 12:47 AM Post #53 |
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When his nerves reattached themselves to false skin, Aryon yelped. The process was always painful when new skin was grafted on, and the mold had eaten away a large part of it. But, for some reason, this felt different. He heard a light chittering as he realized there was a creature gnawing on his nose. Furiously he tried to swat it away but his actions were returned with a flurry of pin pricks all along his arm, frustrating him as he couldn't even tell what was in front of him. With a final chunk taken out of his nose, the creature simply vanished in his blurry sight. He heard it chattering across the room, but could do little about it with bad vision and a light head. Before long, he saw a silhouette come into view, that of a person... "That didn't look pleasant, are you okay? My brother, Nick, picked you up from the station. You're on his ship right now, but I don't know where we're going." "Nick?" Aryon said suddenly. He paused, bringing his hand up to his chin. "Nick... oh, sorry. For some reason that name seems familiar. Must be nothing." Looking down on his arms, even with failing vision, he could tell his wounds had healed. He breathed a sigh of relief at that, now that he could think straight. A few blinks, and his eyes cleared up a bit, allowing him to see the area he was in. And, the ship's captain... "You? You're Nick, the guy who picked me up?" Aryon seemed generally confused. This was the guy who had released the mold that nearly ate him alive, not some kind of savior. "Uh, I guess I misjudged you. Sorry about that... I must have relapsed into... well, you know what? Nevermind." He watched with interest as Nick and the creature fought over territory, giving a small chuckle at Nick's "Mine!" Then, without much warning, the creature vanished again. There was a brief period where it was unaccounted for, which was quickly overridden with the lizard's reappearance on Aryon's chest. It reached out a tiny claw to pinch his nose, now healed, giving an approving chitter. Before Aryon could smack it away, it simply jumped back, curled up on his chest, and sighed. And then, things seemed to be relatively calm. Aryon just stared at the creature, increasingly curious as to its origins, as he had never seen one before. "What are you...?" he said gently, scooping up the ball of lizard in his hands, holding him up to his eyes. While his sight was still not 100%, he could begin to make out some of the details: the little blue spines on its back, the black and orange colors it covered itself in, the beady eyes, the four-clawed hands on six legs... Aryon held it up to the light, rolling it around in his hands as he pondered what in the world it could be. Edited by Metamyth, Jul 28 2010, 01:10 AM.
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 29 2010, 02:25 PM Post #54 |
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Clockwork Master
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Alana was certainly spending a great deal of her time into studying Cotton Mouth's infection. At first, setting herself up had been extremely nerve wracking, if only because of the current atmosphere, her 'employers' and her 'pay.' She still couldn't quite believe the fact taht she had went from a simple, safe life on working on biology to one that was quite literally a life and death matter for her. Her scanner only comfirned her fears that whatever was afflicting Cotton Mouth's condition was completely unknown, which didn't lighten her mood at all. Dealing with an unknown pathogen was very tricky business as you didn't yet quite know how it behaved and what it did; that including how a pirate's systems would react to it. Looking at his unconscious form, as if t rying to make out an unseen hint, she pondered on the side what pirate would name himself Cotton Mouth. Actually, if she recalled, much of the crew had names that didn't seem to be any where near that of the common pirates names she had read in their language. Come to think of it, she was surprised that they had this much information about the pirates despite the whole war on them; but she guess that was because of all the fighting. Funny how some wanted to learn more about their enemy as they fought them, she remarked. Setting her mind back on the task, she looked at her available options and did what she could immediately. She took out a device with along hose attached it, it's prestine condition standing out in this rust bucket room. She thankfully found an available power attachement, plugged in the device, and looked for where the heart was supposed to be. There was a suction noise as she put it on, pointing out that it was now attached to the pirates body. Having read some of the data of on the infection, she knew she could at least slow it down with the energy field this device produced harmlessly within Cotton Mouth's body. Hopefully that would buy her enough time to analyze and find a treatment. She also applied some common, all general bacterial treatment to see if that would help along the way, and, after brushing up more on her pirate biology, did anything else to help fix his physical condition, like healing his wounds. Taking out the rest of her equipment and setting up in the dingy room, she took a sample of Cotton Mouth's green blood, and began her work of studying it. Oddly, as soon as she put her eyes to the microscope, she found herself became completely absorbed into her work, studying what certainly appeared to be an unusual infection. It made her completely forget about her situation, having surprisingly, and ironicly, stumbled come across an undiscovered micro organism, or biological phenomen, that she was wanted to learn more and more about. And now that she opened her data plate to look more into the Ing, her brain, hungry to persue the unknown, began to analyze her tiny specimen. Most records showed that anything possessed by Ing biomass was given a darker appearence, and the body itself augmented; but often it was assumed the Ing did not have direct influence on single cellular creatures, which appeared to be the case here. The very single cellular specimens she had under her microscope bore a strong resemblance to that of a Ing possessed creature, it's appearence being dark; but also to that of benign bacteria found within a pirates system. And that certainly created a lot of questions. Was this some sort of Ing mutation, possession, or a virus? At this point, with the information she had, it was too hard to make an appropriate judge; only theories. It was possible that what she was looking at was some sort of self-preservation, or perhaps a mutation that resulted in the Ing's matter interacting with the pirates biology. These, and other possiblities, stormed through her mind as scientific curiosity gnawed at her; and she worked quickly to jot them all down on her log book. It really helped being able to look back at previous ideas that could in fact lead you to the key of the treatment - treatment, she was grimly reminded by now of, that was needed for her very survival just as Cotton Mouth's. She was mildly tempted to consider that this infection might as well be in her as well as Cotton Mouth if that would be the case; she even felt a bit gutsy see what would happen to her if she inje- Good God, what was she thinking, using herself as a guinea pig to find a cure. It was a ludicrous way to go about the situation, especially considering that the infection could react differently to her body. In a twisted way, this situation had gone from a life-and-death to a grim challange that she a bit eager to grab at; despite the fact that it could kill her if she failed. She gave a tired sigh as she looked at Cotton Mouth's current condition displayed on the computer; they displayed that he was doing better, but she had a feeling it would only get far worse if she didn't act quick. Well, not that she hoped for it to happen, but it wouldn't be very interesting if it turned out that all she needed to do was simple treatment. Probably what would make this more interesting and unnerving at the same time was if Cotton Mouth was a awake; or woke up soon enough. |
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| +Aiko+ | Aug 1 2010, 06:13 PM Post #55 |
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Roffel House!
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(OOC: There was some confusion in my last post because there are two Nicks in the story and they're on two completely different ships. I know this, but the little lizard dude truly was on both ships in a five minute period and actually did encounter both Nicks. ;-) ) The lizard cooperated with Aryon's scrutiny, allowing the much larger humanoid to cup it in his hands and examine it closely. It actually seemed to enjoy the attention, although it always had one of its six limbs wrapped securely around one of Aryon's fingers for support. Its tail flipped from one side of Aryon's wrist to the other for balance as Aryon moved it around. It kept is blue spines courteously flat when Aryon stroked its back. It rose on its legs like a cat being petted, but it didn't press its face against his hand like a cat would. Instead, it watched vigilantly him with eerily intelligent eyes the entire time, its head twisting around on its long neck to keep the best viewing angle. After a minute or so, it had enough of being petted, and squirmed out of Aryon's grasp easily. It tilted its head to the side slightly in obvious thought, then turned its head fully around to look at Nick and Squirt behind it. It chittered something commandingly to them, but neither paid it any attention. It chittered the same pattern even more loudly and animated the second time, hopping up and down on Aryon's chest to make them notice, but they still ignored it. With a highly disgrunted air, it snorted and jumped off Aryon's stomach... and disappeared. There was a loud clang from somewhere in the ship, and an instant later there was a soft tink of ceramic on metal. Aryon looked to his left, and on a shelf by where he was laying was a mug filled with water, the creature standing on top of it. The lizard climbed off, then used its four forelimbs to hold the mug while its stronger pair of back legs pushed the mug towards Aryon. Once the mug was close enough to Aryon to satisfy it, it vanished again. It was gone for nearly five minutes this time, and there was no matching sound in the ship that marked its mischief. Finally, it reappeared where it had first appeared with the mug, except this time a fresh apple was between its claws. The funny thing was that there were no apples anywhere on Nick's ship. The creature didn't seem to notice any inconsistency though, and it rested its head on the apple, giving Aryon an expectant look. |
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| ~DJChilllyPhil~ | Aug 1 2010, 09:17 PM Post #56 |
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Too bad@$$ to have a FACE?! Maybe...
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((OOC: I hope my facts are straight...)) *Kalos looked out into space as he input commands into the nav computer that would bring the Carrier away from the station and around to meet with the ship that belonged to his friend. Though it seemed that it would not be that simple. A chirp from a nearby display brought his attention to what looked to be a reddish-gray hunk of metal floating right in the Carrier's path. In all actuality, it was a ship that seemed to be blocking some of the other ships from leaving.* "...What does he think he's doing?!" *The old bird brought his hand up to rub part of his head for a moment as his ship neared the reddish one. After getting closer and closer to it, he quickly realized that there was no way he was going to creep by this...roadblock without causing structual damage.* "...Gah..." *Kalos typed in a command or two, a distinct series of chirps and chimes coming from the console before an audio channel was opened up to the red-gray ship. The Chozo tried his best not to sound very...agitated.* "Attention unidentified ship. This is Kalos of the Carrier. The space station is under attack by some biological agent that is deteriorating the station's integral structure and there is currently an evacuation in progress. I urge you to please move your ship so that others may be able to get away and escape." *And now the waiting game...the infamous waiting game...* |
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"Listen well! I'll stand on top of all living things! I am now a new creature that cuts open the future!" "Weakling, Weakling!" "It's useless useless USELESS!" "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Aug 9 2010, 07:08 PM Post #57 |
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Native Son
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"N-nobody said nothin' 'bout killin' nobody," Jimmy said, undoubtedly scared but more confused than anything. "That ain't how this works. Killing's bad for business. You should know that." He didn't move a muscle. Ordinarily, he would be reaching for his gun right about now, showing off that lightning fast draw that had kept him alive in this dangerous galaxy of theirs for so long. He could probably shoot Trisha right between the eyes before she could complete her next thought. But would that even kill her? He had no idea. And if this one was walking and talking, he wasn't about risk incurring the wrath of the others by trying shooting her. "We ain't murderers. We don't kill without provocation." And this is what would normally be considered provocation, he thought, but held back. He didn't want to anger her. "What do you want?" ........................ Ronnie smiled in his sleep as the hand ran up and down up and down his torso, soon slipping underneath his shirt. To him, this was all part of his dream, which was getting better and better by the moment. After a minute he stirred, his eyes opened and he noticed the arm around him. He looked up directly into the eyes of one of the girls who was supposed to be comatose (or something). Ronnie let out a startled cry and fell out of the chair, banging his head on the console. ........................ The area the Salty Dog had jumped to was just an empty stretch of space along their course. Grifter ordered a full scan of this sector, even though the radar was currently showing all clear. For the moment though, all that mattered was that they were far away from the station. With the leak in the engine room, everybody had congregated on the bridge. Scragg had dragged a very indignant and barely coherent Grace (who had been sleeping in his bunk) up there, only to have her fall asleep on a bench almost immediately. Let her be, Grifter told him. They had more important things to worry about at the moment. They had planned on refueling while they had been docked. Unfortunately, the as-yet unexplained catastrophe had forced them to leave before they had time. While they weren't in danger of running out of gas just yet, they only had enough fuel for two, maybe three more jumps. Combine that with the problems in the engine room, and they weren't going anywhere at the moment. Edited by The Boss, Aug 9 2010, 08:03 PM.
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| ~Metamyth~ | Aug 25 2010, 12:15 PM Post #58 |
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Aryon eyed the apple that had been laid on his chest for some time before picking it up, gently sliding the lizard creature off of it as he did so. He held the fruit up to the light. No tricks, no mimicry... this was an apple, no doubt about it, but where on earth had the creature gotten it? Later, he thought to himself; right now, he was feeling pretty hungry. Slowly he brought the apple up to his face, taking a large bite and chewing it thoroughly. It was juicy, that much was certain, and it was as fresh as could be possible. Of course, there was a blue-black lizard creature sitting on his chest that had teleported itself to get it, so 'possible' was a shaky term for the moment. After he swallowed the bite, he leaned down and held the apple in front of the lizard. He figured it was best to offer it some of the reapings since it had gotten the apple itself. |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| ~CrypticOcean~ | Aug 28 2010, 09:44 PM Post #59 |
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Parasite
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Sy'thikrus cared little for the chittering of his fellow crew-members aboard the Science vessel. As far as he was concerned, the only thing a Science vessel was good for was biostorage. It was currently where he was residing, faintly hearing some higher-up Scientist dog named Val'Azor, and his leash-holder, a Zebesian Lieutenant, exchanging dialogue about a Space Pirate rebel ship called the "Salty Dog". They had made plans for their chase, and soon he felt the rumble of the ship as it phased through hyperspace. This sensation quickly faded, although the whole time his eyes were locked with those of his greatest ally, Rul'akar. The Korakk was a mighty beast, and in spite of the fact that this one was tamed, it was likely that due to his status that they kept it locked up in a containment field whenever he was not riding it into battle. It was outfitted with a large, heavy collar not unlike his own. They, too, were but slaves to High Command. The only difference was that many Space Pirates would never dream of defiance, but dream he did. However, his dreams would have to remain such, for one misstep would mean his end, and the end of his faithful companion. He envied these rebels, but at the same time, despised them. Rebel efforts often simply made the cruel regime even crueler, and it was because of that great need for obedience that he starved every day on a dingy metal coffin. He did not know their views or aspirations, whether they actively attempted to combat Space Pirate domination, or simply were indulging in a life free of chains and collars, but he knew that regardless of what views they held, he hated them. He would eagerly await for the time where their blood would flow freely upon their filthy ship, for all of the suffering that they unknowingly wrought. They had dared to flaunt their freedom so openly, forcing him into being a criminal even amongst his own. Rage boiled inside of him, pulsing throughout his carapace, until he felt their phantom blood upon his chest, causing him to noticeably relax. He had little to worry about. No criminal escaped High Command forever... "Rul'akar...you will be well-named." he whispered to the Korakk, placing his clawed hand upon the field, the beast nudging at it with its snout, "We shall both taste it. Drink deep in it. Some day...even High Command will feel it..." He waited for the call to arms. Until then, he would not initate a conversation with any of his wretched puppet-brethren. Edited by CrypticOcean, Aug 30 2010, 03:36 PM.
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| ~Emperor~ | Aug 29 2010, 01:24 AM Post #60 |
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(OOC: I hope this isn't moving too fast. But considering there's not much else in the space where the Salty Dog is... why not cut to the chase? ) The Tikarez had only needed to make three consecutive jumps before its crew was able to detect the Salty Dog - and additionally, they hadn't needed to backtrack to locate it. Which was a rather good thing for those on board. Each jarring jump was able to bring nausea to those unaccustomed to it, and consecutively they could be dizzying to everyone. Val'Azor ordered several initial scans to be made; the status of the Salty Dog needed to be known, and they also had to scan for any other ships in the sector. It would not bode well for them if the rebels had allies. It soon became clear that they were still in Federation space, though far out of the high priority areas of before. Consequently, long range communications with the other space pirate fleets was now possible without fear of discovery. “Well.” Val'Azor broke the brief silence that had been on the bridge after the readings came through. “I believe we're still out of their sensor range, is that correct Corporal?” After the affirmative 'yes,' he turned his eye to the Corporal. “What is the closest friendly fleet?” was his next question. He knew they would all be unfortunately far, but he needed to know who was closest. “Given our most recent fleet mappings the nearest fleet is...Gamma-305. But as you're aware, they're heading off to reinforce the battle station Miteth.” Val'Azor sighed. Miteth was highly important to High Command and had been in need of reinforcements for several days. Unfortunately, that also made Gamma-305 less than ideal... The Corporal continued. “The second closest is Alpha-996, but they're more than twice the distance away than Gamma-305." “Mmph,” was his response. Alpha-996 was even worse. “That's too far, we'll have to take our chances with the other fleet being able to hold any prisoners from the Salty Dog. Prepare long range communications for contact with them, but withhold opening a channel until after we have suitably captured the rebels.” The Corporal began typing on his terminal, and Val'Azor swiveled in his chair to face his Lieutenant. “Now, Na'ruten,” Val'Azor began, using the Lieutenant's name for emphasis. “With their reactor core as damaged as it is, and knowing full what caused the damage to it, I doubt we will end up with very many prisoners. Whether or not this will impact their course of action remains under debate. Prepare an attack team for the event that they resist.” “Yes sir.” Na'ruten tilted his head slightly, then pressed down on his comm button, immediately barking orders into it. “Bring us within hailing distance of the Salty Dog and open a channel...” Val'Azor ordered to no one in particular, then watched as Na'ruten left the bridge. ~~~~ Na'ruten moved past the remaining sections of the bridge with his communicator held in hand, busily speaking to the lower officer on the line. His attack team would consist of two groups of about four each, and each team would have their own transport vessel and armed shuttles - if needed. To be truthful, he doubted they would need escorts given the Salty Dog's state. But it never hurt to be cautious. The Zebesian moved further down the metal halls of the Tikarez as the officer on the other end began to round up troopers for the team. They were still short when he neared the room Sy'thikrus was at, and he shortly stopped as he came within sight of the pirate. Na'ruten's mandibles clicked once in the hallway as he came across a sudden thought, then put his communicator on hold with the flick of a switch. He knew most of the troopers inside the ship, if not all, regarded their stationing on the science vessel as nothing more than a chore, and in this regard Sy'thikrus was no different in this respect. Na'ruten would've passed him over were it not for the rather odd history of the pirate - something he had read when Sy'thikrus was first assigned to the station. Even now the heavy collar around Sy'thikrus's neck was highly visible, and stood as a reminder to that history. Might as well see how he would do. The Zebesian officer walked the rest of the distance to Sy'thikrus, still holding the communicator. “Well.” He began, simultaneously making his rank apparent for the brief second that he paused. “As you may or may not know, the Tikarez has finally reached an opportune point in our chase of the rebels that has been ongoing for the past few weeks. I am forming an attack team as we speak...in the event they don't surrender outright. This, I very much doubt they will, but given the pathetic state of their ship, one never knows.” He paused momentarily as the Korakk beast behind the containment field drew his attention for a moment. That would have to stay. “Of course,” Na'ruten continued, “at this point joining the attack team is optional. . . depending on your decision. Would you be interested in helping?” ~~~~ The channel to the Salty Dog now established, Val'Azor stared blankly at the viewscreen before speaking. “This is Val'Azor of the esteemed Space Pirate vessel Tikarez speaking. I have no doubt you would know why we're here..." Edited by Emperor, Aug 29 2010, 01:26 AM.
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