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Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again...
Topic Started: Jan 10 2008, 03:47 AM (8,282 Views)
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Clark's mark was just a few inches off. It wasn't his fault, his aim was true. It was an effect of Keeler being in motion combined with the weapon's recoil. So while he didn't quite hit Keeler's head, the blasts, all five, struck him square between his shoulders, right below the base of his neck.

The brigand was blasted off his prey and careened down the hallway, finally coming to rest on his side a couple dozen yards away. His flesh was badly burned where the energy blasts had struck him. His hands were also in bad shape, covered in blood from repeatedly bashing the metal door, his cybernetics exposed through mutilated tissue.

There was a smell in the air like roasted pork.

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At Indy, a Falcon-shaped elephant in the room

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We look forward to it every year. The greatest spectacle in all of racing. For one Sunday afternoon, the eyes of the galaxy are on Indianapolis, Indiana, as they have been for centuries, in a tradition almost as old as the automobile itself.

Standing at the Brickyard, you can't help but feel like you're on hallowed ground. Even on a normal day, you can almost sense the souls of the legends who have graced this most storied of all race tracks. People with names like Petty, Andretti, and Earnhart. Modern-day F-Zero runnings of the Indy 500 have the feeling of a pilgrimage, with 50,000 worshipers in attendance and the monks competing to partake in the most sacred ritual of them all, the kissing of the bricks. The Brickyard always has been and forever shall be racing's greatest shrine.

But this year, it felt more like a grave.

Among all the drivers competing in this year's race, the one whose presence was felt the greatest was the one who wasn't here; three-time champion Jessie Falcon, missing in action while performing her dual role as a bounty hunter. Equally impossible to escape have been the multitude of conspiracy theories concerning her - in the sterile, innocuous language of the military - lack of communication with her government handlers, though this is neither the appropriate time nor place to discuss said theories.

It was tangible hours before the race even began, a strange feeling so thick in the air that it might actually cause extra drag when things finally got underway. That this particular electricity was different from what you might experience any other year was evident immediately. There was tons of energy and activity, but hardly any excitement. The only buzz and drama was limited to the cold hard world of the odds makers.

You could see it in the faces of her fans, who came out in force today even though they knew they weren't going to see her, some wondering aloud if they were ever going to get to see her again. You could see it in the loyal followings of other drivers, many of whom sported black arm bands in a show of solidarity.

You could even see it in the other drivers, like James McCloud, who wore her colors, or last season's breakout rookie Rooster Dunn, who painted a silver falcon on his vehicle.

Yes, you could tell right away that this year's race felt different. Felt wrong, somehow.

But still, the race must go on, and go on it did. And it was in fact, as many have already noted, an instant classic. A nail biter all the way to the checkered flag, and another notch in McCloud's hall-of-fame career.

And yet, even in the midst of all of the euphoria in Victory Lane, you couldn't help feeling like Elvis had died.
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As Travis blasted the phazon-corrupted Keeler off of his armor, Faulias roared with anger. He bolted upright, sending a metal-on-metal echo screeching down the hallway in all directions as the now-injured Keeler skidded across the floor like a skipping stone. His massive bolter-pistol was in his left hand, and his right shook with rage as it gripped his intricate power sword, which hummed in the growing silence. The troops granted to the two mercenaries stood still, weapons now pointed at Keeler's quivering burnt flesh. It didn't seem like anything could survive a blast like that...

...but with Phazon's abilities, Faulias would take no chances.

He opened the command panel on his armor again, pressing a few buttons. The armorplate shifted and bulged, becoming visibly thicker and darker. The BEP-03 Battlesuit he wore was special in the fact that the armor was designed to be able to change density if needed, and thats exactly what the situation called for. Built-in Nanosystems built quickly on the armor, thickening it and causing Faulias to smile. A permanent Blue sheen also appeared on the outside of the metal, showing that shields were on fullest possible capacity. His neck hurt from Keeler's attack still, and it showed; the marks around his neckguard and shield generator for that area would need to be replaced later.

His heavy auto-pistol sight found itself on Keeler's forehead, and his Breaker Gauntlet sent crackling arcs of electricity up the blade of his sword as he held it. There was an evil grimace on his face as he inched toward the man, ready to pounce on him in a moment's notice.
"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."


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“Admiral, Galaxy Police’s director, Chief Oakley, is here for the appointment,” Arenas announced as she looked at the data that was coming in from various sources.

Back at Federation HQ, Sandoval put down a copy of the Winner’s Circle Month his assistant had brought in, the front cover a crowd of people that seemed to have lost something. The article made him feel even worse as he began to contemplate on whether either would return safely. He growled as his thoughts turned back to that one dinner with a Colonel Kimar Hugen. It was the colonel who had brought the attention of the missing carrier and ordered for the lieutenant to investigate. However, only Sandoval knew of Hugen’s dislike for hunters. Hugen had a reputation of putting their hired help in the most difficult of situations, some wondering if the mission was accomplished but at the cost of a life. It was rather controversial to him, but as hunters, the Federation had no liability whatsoever. However, with a famed icon such as this one, he began to wonder if it was right that he allowed Hugen to order the job. Then again, the job was a simple one, nothing death-defying. Just how it erupted into this, he wanted answers…

“Please, send her in, and if you can, please schedule a meeting with Colonel Kimar Hugen.”

The AU nodded and disappeared just as the door opened, revealing a sharply dressed woman in her late 50s. Sandoval stood up and walked over, offering his arm.

“Mariah…” he greeted with a deep solemn bow. “I am sorry for this inconvenient meeting…”

Oakley took the arm and was led to her seat while the admiral took his behind the desk. It had been a while since she had visited the good admiral. The last time they met, she was still a captain and he a lieutenant-JG. It was for a drug smuggling and human trafficking ring on Mars, followed by a counterfeit bust on Rogue. Back then, it was pretty adventurous, but now that they were no longer young and had sustained damage from their missions following, they were commanding missions of their own and overseeing them. She left the Federation for personal reasons and took to becoming a director for the then newly-formed Galaxy Police while he stayed behind. She was not surprised that he managed to reach his goal, especially with his presentation. His deep mahogany walls were decorated with images of his past, his shelves full of books and displaying his medals and awards. He offered her a cup of coffee, which she took graciously.

“I know, Doyle… I wish we had met under different circumstances, but you know how important this is.”

“I am sure you know the situation then?”

“The only thing I am aware is of is that both the siblings are MIA… Sonja and Sasha went to check their home, but there is no sign of anything out of place. As for information from their cousin in Mute City, Bart Yu, nothing of use could be obtained. Doyle, you know how important this is, as well as how it will make both the Federation and Galaxy Police look if they found that two top hunters were taken down without any sort of explanation, perhaps even worse with the rumors of the Federation wanting to off their hired hands.”

The graying admiral placed his chin on his hands, elbows propping his head up.

“I understand the consequences if this mission cannot be resolved, and I’m willing to take the fall for it, even if it means my job. However, I am doing all I can to get this mystery solved. I already have several other bounty hunters on the job, two of which have a tie with the siblings.”

This sparked the director’s interest, causing her to straighten up in her seat.

“Is that so? And who would they be?”

“Arenas, if you please?”

A hologram appeared at the corner of his desk, two hunter profiles being pulled up and scrolling with information.

“Hunters Travis ‘Deadeye’ Clark and Kyle ‘Winged Hunter’ Ovirica,” he explained as the images were magnified. “I’ve gotten information from the Bounty Hunters’ Guild about the hunters who are participating in this mission and found that they have had other missions with the siblings. I am sure that they will be of great asset to the cause.”

“Hunters to hunt hunters… Ironic, is it not?”

“As ironic as it may be, I cannot have the Federation’s reputation tarnished anymore than it is.”

He was right in saying this. He wanted all the ‘under-the-table’ deals to stop, as well as whatever questionable things even his most trusted and the most respected colleagues were up to. He watched his former partner’s movements carefully, from the subtle twitches to the more elaborate hand gestures. Just as before, her actions spoke louder than her words.

“I take it is a Class X assignment that you put my lieutenant on?”

“More like Class VIII, but the urgency is just as great…”

“From what my sources say, it is involving Phazon…”

The admiral became quiet.

“How…?”

Oakley leaned back into the oversized chair, resting her right leg over her left knee. She raised a thin wiry brow at this comment, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hunters always keep logs of their missions, Doyle. I’m sure you of all people know this. Only Sonja and Sasha have access to Jessie’s hunting mission logs when there is an emergency, and I am sure this qualifies for one, no?”

“Indeed it does, but it did not occur to me that you had this close of an eye on her.”

“I don’t, but she chooses specific members to keep tabs of certain bits of information. This she told me before joining High Orbit, as it was her conditions for us. We also have some things we can rule out.”

“Really now?”

“None of the usual suspects that we have are taking any credits for this particular event, which I find quite odd.”

“How so?”

The director reached into her purse and pulled out a datapad, images appearing as she set it on the table. It began to cycle through several scenes, characters in strange garb, and the crimes they were committing.

“Dark Medium, one of the greater threats, had been dismantled, but they still have some members salvaging what was destroyed when Black Shadow was taken out. For something like this, you would think they would take credit to rebuild their empire, an ego boost if you will… Then there’s the Bloody Chain Gang, a major rival to the Falcons for many years, but for something this sophisticated to be pulled off, they would need the high tech for it, which they lack. As for Goroh’s raiding parties, they can also be ruled out as they do have the tech, but they do not have the manpower…”

“Could it be possible that they are joining forces?”

“Possible, but doubt it. Our sources are saying that they don’t want involvement, especially since this could very well erupt into an intergalactic problem, the Dark Medium especially.”

“Odd indeed… Are there any others?”

“Sadly, no… I know Sonja and Sasha are looking into other sources that are tied to the logs but not to the Federation. I am hoping this will reveal more…” There was a long pause as she slowly regained her composure. “Doyle, please just do what you can to bring her back…”

“I am and will, Mariah, but I want to keep this as low key as possible. If word gets out like it did with the BSL and X-Parasites, then who knows what will happen then?”

The director drew a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it again.

“If anything else comes up, I implore that you tell me…”

“I will, Mariah… I will…”

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“Get down!”

The door that flew crushed an unwary trooper, leaving for one casualty, but the PED troopers were not going to let that stop them. They watched as Travis took the shots, helping Faulias out of the jam he was in. Pulling out their stunners, the troopers their batons, they formed a ring to enclose their target. One of them alerted the orderlies, as well as Harrison and Harmon. The PED leader went down to see what was going on while the other two continued to search for the charges.

“Harrison!” Bloodsbane shouted as they paired up and made their way down to where he had left a few of his men. “Did you bring it with you?”

The doctor nodded as he pulled out an inoculator and loaded a capsule filled with a clear serum.

“It’ll hopefully keep him down for a good while, but I’m not so sure if it will work if he’s been exposed to Phazon and going crazy.”

“We’ll just have to see then, don’t we?” the leader chuckled as he took the loaded bio-weapon and stashed it at his side, as well as taking the box with four extra rounds, just in case. “Go prep one of the holding cells ready. I’m sure we’ll bring him back in one piece.”

“I’m holding you on that word!” the doctor yelled as Bloodsbane disappeared down the elevator shaft and meeting up with his other teammates.

Heavy footsteps thundered as the three ran down the hall towards the supply closet. Before long, the team met up with the hunters, just in time to see Faulias break out of the hold and prepare for his own counterattack. Pulling out the innoculator, Bloodsbane rushed over.

“Travis! Faulias!” he shouted. “Pin him! The commander wants him alive!”
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The minute he felt contact on his body, Keeler started thrashing wildly. One arm performed a sweep at Faulias's leg, while the other grabbed one of the PED troopers by the ankle and tossed him across the hall like a rag doll.

He barely felt the pain of his wounds. On some level, he was aware that there was a severe burn on his upper back, and there was a tingling sensation that was incredibly powerful... but it didn't necessarily register in his mind as pain.

The phazon hadn't just gotten to his head... it had now gotten to his body as well. Bloodsbane was most likely going to need all five of those tranq rounds to bring him down.

Keeler grabbed at the inoculator...

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"There he is."

The man and woman who had been sitting patiently in the lobby outside of Admiral Sandoval's office stood up when they saw him emerge from his meeting with Chief Oakley. They both wore plain black suits and dark sunglasses - despite the fact that they were indoors - in a style that had "Fed" written all over it.

"Admiral Sandoval," the woman, a slender redhead, said as the pair approached him.

"Agent Monahan, Section 6." She flashed an ID badge at him. "This is my partner, Agent Ngyuen. Mind if we ask you a couple of questions?"
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"Travis! Faulias!” Bloodsbane shouted. “Pin him! The commander wants him alive!”

Faulias nodded at Harm and Travis and, setting his bolter-pistol aside, strode forward with his Breaker Gauntlet outstretched to subdue his foe. It wasn't long before Keeler was active again, thrashing wildly at anyone in reach.

"Oh, no you don't, you bastard!" he exclaimed as he hopped over the man's arm, if he could even be considered a man anymore. He sheathed his sword and grabbed the man by the shoulder, blocking most of the blows and kicks with his other arm. The gauntlet crackled against Keeler's flesh, sending volts of electricity through the victims body. Faulias shoved him against the ground and struggled to keep him down.

"Pump him full o' tranq shots, Harm! One's not gonna take him down! Travis, give an old man a hand here!"
"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."


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"I'll do better than that, Faulias!" Travis replied as he aimed at keeler, setting his beam to stun.

"Lights-out." He said under his breath as he fired off another series of six stun shots at Keeler's body, quickly advancing and readying himself to pounce on Keeler at a moment's notice.

Harm quickly dodge as Keeler was about to get the weapon, only to have Faulias stop the madman in time, along with Travis throwing several shots of his own. Aiming as fast as he could, he fired the first two rounds and the shoulders.

"Watch out for anything!" the leader shouted as the troopers cleared and the remaining PED soldiers began to close in.
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Kyle began running down the corridor of the Silverado. If his theory is right, every minute that passes is a second closer to imminent death. A painful one. And seeing how unstable Keeler was, it is a possibility that he is slowly submitting to the corruption. Will history repeat itself? Not on his watch.

Kyle made a sharp turn around the corner, and soon came upon a the worst case scenario. Keeler submitted to the phazon, and has gone unstable. "Well, better late than never." He said to himself. Kyle ran in, his left arm morphing into his arm cannon, and the gauntlet morphing into his well known arm blade, and dashed towards the fight. "Dead or alive?" He shouted at the commander, asking him if he wants the already unstable Keeler to be exterminated or detained.
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From the lack of either confirmation or response Twilight assumed that anyone who he might have reached with his transmission was busy with something else at the moment, and after figuring this out he decided to simply continue searching on his own as whatever it was that gave off this signature he felt was familiar, and that could only be trouble.

After arriving at a form of large workroom(or was it something else) Twilight could suddenly feel the familiar sensation more strongly, yet it was not so great that he could tell exactly where it was comming from, but he could tell there seemed to be a few different sources, but he thought there might also be more he could not sense...

Once again he tapped a button on the side of his helmet as he sent one more message. "I've located a room that appears to have atleast a few of the targets, unconfirmed wheter it is all of them however. Once again requesting backup in order to deal with it and locate it." He said over the comm-system, satisfied with that he hoped someone would answer to his request, and then he began to look around the large room by himself.
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Harmon was about to fire the shots, but the gun was knocked from his steel-covered hands as Faulias made a grab for Keeler's arm. A nearby trooper lunged for the grab and fired the first round, the head PED unit stepping back to grab the empty gun and reloading it. Chaos began to rattle the corridor as a baton flew from overhead, aiming at Keeler’s head, but due to his lack of attention, the round hit him in the shoulder, forcing Harm to aim again as several others also dove in, taking advantage of the wounded shoulder Travis had given the madman.

With the inoculator reloaded with a fresh round, he aimed at Keeler’s neck. With it similar to a close-range tranquilizer dart, it would do less than a true tranquilizer round at fair distance, but at such close proximity, it would do its job. The only problem was if the solution would work fast enough for him to pump in three more rounds now that one was wasted.

“Pin him! I have a clear shot!” he shouted, pulling the trigger to release the load and readying the third.

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Maeda and Ross were watching everything Harmon was seeing, along with other views from the other PED units.

“This isn’t going so well, is it?” Ross whispered nervously, causing his superior to glare at him.

“Tell me something I don’t know…” she growled, watching Keeler make fools out of her men.

She sat down as she scrolled through the map, locating Kyle and Twilight, one on the polar opposite ends of the ship. However, she noticed that Twilight was not exactly where he was supposed to be. Then again, it was in an area where he had limited access to. This struck her as odd and was about to radio him when another voice broke her train of thought.

“Dead or alive?”

It was Kyle, and he had managed to meet up with the others.

“I want him alive!” she hissed. “I want him put down but alive! I have some questions for Mr. Keeler, and would like to know what in the name of the stars is he doing on my ship, and why is here sabotage this mission! I want this done and over with by the time we are in Sigmus Aramaic’s orbit!!!”

Ross had never seen her this angry before, perhaps except for that one time when PED Leader Jacob Ingram screwed up a sting she was assigned to that cost her six months of work and two billion dollars worth of credits. If she could, she would have literally ripped his head from the shoulders, but she did not. Instead, she quietly signed a document for Ingram and had him transferred to patrol duty on Jevoial VI. That was one woman with a temper, but for the most part, everyone knew their place… Well, at least most people did.

He was about to sit down when Twilight’s voice barked into his headset. He nearly fell over from all the sudden stress he was put under, but quickly answered it as professionally as possible.

“I’ve located a room that appears to have at least a few of the targets, unconfirmed whether it is all of them however. Once again requesting backup in order to deal with it and locate it.”

“Twilight,” Ross replied over his headset. “Hold your position. I’m sending in two other PED units to help you out.”

As he said this, he motioned to the COM engineer to have them page Chan and Regan.

“Chan, Regan, move to Twilight’s position in the weapons cache,” the second-in-command ordered as the head commander was pacing back and forth and getting more information from Harrison. “He says he thinks he’s found a live one and needs backup.”

“On our way, sir,” Chan replied, motioning to his partner to follow him.

Within a few minutes, the two quietly crept into the room with their firearms locked and loaded. They checked around to see if it was all clear and walked in.

“Hunter Twilight?” Regan’s voice broke through the silence. “PED units Chan and Regan here. Lieutenant Commander Ross said that you needed help with something?”

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Sandoval stepped out of his office as Mariah was being debriefed with further details by Arenas. However, he was approached by two very sharply dressed personnel whom he had never seen before.

"Admiral Sandoval," a slender redhead said as the pair approached him.

“Yes?” he replied, turning to face the woman. “May I help you?”

"Agent Monahan, Section 6." She flashed an ID badge at him. "This is my partner, Agent Ngyuen. Mind if we ask you a couple of questions?"

Section 6. The admiral had not heard of such a section. Perhaps it was one of those ‘spook’ divisions he had heard about that always dealt with the ‘nastier’ side of missions and whatnots. Regardless, the ID was enough to convince him for now until he could get answers of his own, and perhaps… Perhaps these two could shed some light that the others were hiding.

“Please, there’s a conference room just down the hall,” he replied as two deputy officers approached him as escorts. “We can talk in there, if you don’t mind.”

The two men nodded and followed Sandoval to the room, only to wait at the doors as instructed for the two agents and make sure that they were not disturbed. He took his seat closest to the window and looked out, running the conversation he had with Mariah before turning to face the agents as they took their seats before him.

“So…” he began quietly. “What do you need me to answer?”

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“Hey, mom!”

It was a quite day on the shores of Big Blue, a calm warm one that promised paradise to anyone who sought it. A woman looked at the fourteen-year-old boy sitting at the kitchen counter. Oddly, unlike her, who had blonde hair and hazel eyes, he was sporting a messy head of brown hair and deep blue eyes. To tell the truth, she was surprised that she would have a child, let alone have one of her own. She remembered the day when the mother came to her doorstep and placed the newborn into her arms. At first, she had nothing to say, but when the story was told, she knew why this path was chosen. Since then, she had raised him as her own like a responsible single parent. He was a well-behaved child, but to say the least, he was almost exactly like his biological mother in so many ways. She just hoped that he would never turn out like his biological father, whom she made him hate very much.

“Yes, Mark?” she replied to the boy’s call for attention. “What is it?”

“Look at this…” he pointed out, holding up an issue of F-Zero Times. “Both of the Falcons have gone missing for more than two weeks now, and some of the people are saying that they’re dead…”

The woman dropped her cup, causing it to shatter as it hit the granite floor.

“Mom! You ok?”

The surrogate mother looked at the boy, her eyes filled with uncertainty as she supported her suddenly shocked body.

“Yes, I am fine…” she shakily replied. “Why… Why don’t you go outside and play with your friends? I’ll call you in when it’s time for dinner…”

Mark nodded as he put the magazine away and picked up his helmet and skateboard. He had never seen his mother act this way towards any of the other pilots. Perhaps it was because she was a fan of the siblings, but little did he know that there was more to her reaction. The door clicked shut and she walked over to the phone. Dialing the numbers, her hands felt clammy as her throat dried, forcing her to down a bottle of water.

“Dr. Robert Stewart,” a voice finally greeted before the vid-screen appeared, only for the face to be etched with lines of concern. “Lindsey, is something wrong?”

“You tell me…" she coughed. "Where are Jessie and Falcon?”

The doctor bowed his head and began to tell his side of the story, as well as what he knew.
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“I don’t need to be coddled” Lorrilal said, knowing Tina hadn’t heard her as she had already left. Still, she stepped down carefully and quietly, hearing about the Phazon.

So, it had a name…

Lorrilal could feel something brush against the fringes of her mind as she then associated the dangerous, but very powerful, material with the name. Phazon, that which had driven many to the brink of insanity and beyond, that which had been born and destroyed…and had come back? Nothing was safe from its grasp: vegetable, animal, even mineral succumbed to the twisted way of the Phazon with time.

However, there would always be a small handful of things in the galaxy that were able to fight back. Even humans, a race often underestimated, had a wildly varying degree of time before corruption. Lorrilal remembered reading much of Squirt’s collected data logs soon after she and the others had left. According to top-secret tests, it had taken some humans as much as several months before even the slightest sign of psychological changes began to show.

She lived each day with a crazy guardian, her mother had taken her own life in madness, her half-sister had never been the most stable, and even the GI Squirt have her programming straight.

Yes, Lorrilal was no stranger to insanity.

She decided to make a little more noise, her bare feet always silent on the artificial floors of man, to announce to Tina that she had come out to join her.
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