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Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again...
Topic Started: Jan 10 2008, 03:47 AM (8,281 Views)
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(OOC: Consider Keeler unconscious from this point until I say otherwise)

The Agents asked the two deputy officers to remain outside the conference room while they spoke with the Admiral, for they would be discussing matters that were above their security clearance. However, they also asked the officers to make sure that nobody else without proper clearance came in either.

Shutting the door behind them, the Agents took a seat across from Sandoval and removed their shades. "Six weeks ago, Deep Space Patrol was alerted to a massacre aboard the civilian cargo ship Bernadette," Agent Nguyen said. "Early indications were that it was a Pirate attack, so Agent Monahan and I were called in.

"Since then, our investigation has taken some rather strange and disturbing turns, some of which we believe may have grave implications for the fate of Lt. Falcon. We're hoping that you can help us put the final pieces together."

Monahan produced a manila envelope from her jacket and arranged a series of photographs - mainly mugshots, but there were a couple of shots that clearly came from security cameras, and one of them was an official military portrait of a Marine colonel. These were the subjects of their investigation, as twisted and bizarre a cast of characters as there ever was assembled.

"The crew of the Bernadette were smugglers," Nguyen continued. "What they were carrying - what the Pirates were after - was a suitcase containing eight tubes of phazon. So far, we haven't been able to determine what they planned to do with it, but we do know they salvaged it from the wreckage of a Federation ship."

Monahan pushed one of the photos forward, the one of the Marine officer. "We'll discuss what Colonel Vladimir Pavlovic was doing trying to obtain phazon at another time," she said.

"After the initial raid, the case changed hands a number of times," Nguyen said. "We'll get into each of those stops later on, but what's important right now is where it ended up... in the hands of this man, Martin Keeler."

Nguyen pushed one of the mugshots across the table to Admiral Sandoval. "We believe he has infiltrated the mission to locate Lt. Falcon and intends to destroy the Silverado using the phazon as an explosive."

"At least, that's the stated purpose," Monahan cut in. "We were able to get ahold of one of Keeler's associates, and he informed us about a man named John Tyre." She pushed one of the security camera shots, this one four frames of a man in a black hooded sweatshirt, with what appeared to be light emanating from his eyes beneath the hood.

"According to this informant," Nguyen said, "Tyre is the brains behind this operation. He is also - allegedly - a man possessed by an interdimensional alien being."

"What can you tell us about the Aether incident, Admiral?" Monahan asked.
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Admiral Sandoval listened patiently as the Agents placed photographs before him, some faces he recognized from the list of those wanted while others he was not so familiar with. In all his days of serving the Federation, he had never encountered such an event that would actually bring in the men and women of Section 6 to his front door, but again, the substance that even brought these two Agents to Federation HQ was what had started this mess in the beginning.

“So what you’re saying is that Keeler is trying to stop the investigation?” he murmured as he sat back in his seat, holding several of the photographs for closer examination. “It seems that this Phazon ordeal is getting far out of hand now that the mother world of this substance has been destroyed. If only every tiny bit known to any sentient being was destroyed in that blast would be have less troubles, but I see this is naught…”

“What can you tell us about the Aether incident, Admiral?” Monahan asked.

The papers dropped silently as he stared at the two, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling just slightly. He had heard stories and read the logs, but of the two Aether incidents, only one was fully recorded and stored away. The other was lost to the wind, only known by those who had partaken in the mission.

“Aether…” he sighed. “It was just the beginning, to tell the truth… Several of our men had tracked down a pirate frigate in the area and went down to investigate. However, after a length of time, we lost track of them, and contracted bounty hunter Samus Aran to see what was going on. Unfortunately, all our men were KIA by the time she arrived. According to the logs she picked up from our deceased, we learned that the pirates were up to no good as usual, hoarding Phazon, but at the same time, they encountered a stranger, more vile variants of the native fauna there. Samus’ logbook indicated these as Darklings, creatures that were possessed by an interdimensional being called the Ing. Apparently, they were also created by a meteor made from Phazon that ripped a whole new dimension in Aether’s atmosphere. Samus reported having met the Luminoth there, and with their help and technology, she was able to stop the Pirates from furthering their desires, as well as permanently destroy Aether’s dark twin… Or, so we thought…”

Sandoval let out a heavy sigh to catch his breath as well as pick up the images that had scattered from his grip.

“After Aether had stabilized itself, we managed to send some of our men for clean up, and established an outpost there, just in case something happened. Roughly three months after Samus left to pursuit some other interests, the outpost began to receive some very strange signals. Because it is an automated outpost, the admiral at the time, Admiral Dumas Lay, had asked the then-rookie hunter Lt. Falcon to check on things as we had her brother on another assignment in the Pegesi Region. Sadly, we lost track of her just as she reached Aether’s orbit. After that, we sent in others. As for the rest of the story… You will need to find those who have been involved to get their side. Word has it that Samus had gone down to retrieve her while others say her brother, but no one knows for sure. All we know was that she made it safely back to her home, and even reported a mission complete. Oddly, the Aether mission is the only mission we do not have a full log for.”

The Admiral took off his cap and rested it before him. He stared hard as he debated with himself on releasing further information on the huntress, eventually deciding it was probably for the greater good.

“I heard rumors from many saying that she went crazy not too long after the mission and had to be taken into Dr. Stewart’s and Dr. Lam’s care for a while,” he finally said after taking a drink of water. “Mariah had just established Galaxy Police then and wanted the best for her people, so she took her out of the force for a while, made her get some down time before finally returning to work. If you need more information, I suggest asking the director herself. She’ll probably help you more than I can as she would be able to point you in the right direction. Sources tell me that she also has access to the missing lieutenant’s mission logs through two of her own people… I think Sonia and Sassy? Other than that, that’s about all I can help you with.”

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Iola and Pyro were escorted by Ms. Romulo to the mines, or at least to the outposts where the ores were being brought in. The Lunamorph, looking up at the remains of the seed, whistled through her translucent lips.

“You know, kind of makes me wonder just how big this Leviathan actually is,” she mused, following the miss. “Just exactly how much Phazon was produced by this thing?”

“Well, to date, we’ve mined at least 50,000 tons, if not more,” the researcher explained. “However, since there is no more living entity in there to support the production of the material, this mine is projected to collapse in probably less than a year, but the sooner the better.”

“Why so?”

“Well, recently, we’ve had some trouble with the local fauna, mostly underground dwellers who don’t want us to take the substance away, but if we don’t then who knows what will happen to them.”

Iola looked at Pyro, who seemed to have been lost in thought.

“You don’t mind if I go down there, do you?”

“Well…” The researcher was a bit nervous at the thought. “I can’t say yes since I’m not authorized to, but what do you intend on doing?”

“Just seeing what sort of critters you’re dealing with.”

“There are Pillbugs and Sand Worms down there, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Iola shuddered at the mention of worms.

“You know, I think Tina would’ve done better here, don’t you think? Anyways, do the mines here refine everything?”

“For the most part, yes, but further perfection is done in the local bases. They have better methods there to separate the impurities. If you want, feel free to look around. Just don’t mess with the equipment, ok?”

Iola nodded as she looked at Pyro.

“I’m going to check around the facilities and see what other things I can find. Why don’t you be a good sailor and behave?” she added with a snicker before disappearing into the crowd.

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Tina stared at the holographic map, plotting out areas that he wanted to visit, in particular the observatory. There was a wealth of knowledge there, as well as records of the Elysians in datapods. The trooper looked as Lorrilal stepped out, making her way to the Watawara.

“Huntress Tina, the winds are currently blowing north, and by the looks of it, you want to head to the Observatory don’t you?”

“Indeed. Is the location northward?”

“If you fly there by ship, you won’t have anywhere to dock, but going by wing might be a bit treacherous as I stated earlier. However, favorable flying conditions will occur in an hour or two. If you want, I can take you to the AU instead to look at it.”

The giant bird looked at the young Fae and smiled a bit. If anything, meeting one of these sentient computers would be a very interesting experience.

“Yes, that would be greatly appreciated,” she replied.

“This way then.”

Passing through the door and down the elevator, they edged their way into another room. This one had a long transport tube leading to another large floating building. As they walked through this glass pathway, the Watawara noticed several Chozo glyphs, one of them shaped oddly like a brain. There were several other glyphs, but she could understand only some of the letters, making out the term “Federation” from the multiple symbols.

The trooper waved his badge and the doors opened, revealing another corridor, but this one was highly decorated with both ancient Chozo architecture and modern Federation technology. The gate opened into a large room with a giant tank sitting in the middle. Tina could feel a force field between the platform holding the interface and the tank itself, her feathers standing on the end. She quietly rounded the tank, leaving the Fae at the interface platform as she read the glyphs that were etched into the walls behind the glass.

“Interesting…” she mused to herself. “Very interesting…”

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With the technicians around to help, the team managed to finally get T’kran and Al’an into the transport ships while another came in for the Reptilicus shaman and his escorts. Jayone looked at Titus one more time and quickly climbed into the ship taking Al’an while Joey continued to monitor T’kran’s situation.

“Will those two be all right?” the shaman asked as the troopers filed out to lead him into the ship.

“I hope so,” Titus replied. “That was a large amount of Phazon they had been spilled with…”

The shaman looked at his escorts and beckoned them to follow, sitting down in the seats provided. The Kerichoan set his ship to autopilot and limped into the transporter, being the mediator between the two groups.

Meanwhile, Jayone watched at the tech boys cleaned up the Phazon-soaked armor the best they could. They were unsure if Al’an would be affected by the radiation, but they were ready for anything, a large dosage of tranquilizer waiting just in case.

“Joey, status on T’kran?” the leader chirped into her headset.

“Not too good I’m afraid,” he replied, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. “That spew overloaded his system big time, and even melted the panel to the circuit board. Don’t have the tools to actually do what I want, but I can try to set it so that the excess Phazon doesn’t get into him. At least the modification worked, but not the way I was hoping…”

“Well, it’s not every day you get attacked by something like that,” she replied, the main base looming just over the mountains.

The dock was filled with technicians, as well as hazard handlers, two hover platforms waiting for the two exposed one. They quickly took the two into quarantine and began to run full diagnostics on them. Jayone watched behind the glass as Joey tried to take off T’kran’s PED to have it repaired.

“How are you two holding up?” she asked, very worried as the Geiger counter jumped multiple times.

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Keeler went down like a brick as the final round hit him, the body finally falling lifeless like a sack of potatoes. Of course, he was not dead, just going to be out for a few long hours, if not a day or two. He sat down as Harrison came in with several nurses, helping out the injured as the doctor looked at the madman while the cleanup crew came in to assess the damage.

“How many rounds?” he asked, flashing a light at the pupils to make sure he was out before drawing a small amount of blood to test.

“Four,” Harm replied, tossing the empty gun at Harrison. “First round hit one of our men, had to make sure the other four got him good, which they did.”

The doctor stood up as the nurses and orderlies helped the wounded to the medical bay.

“Well, that trooper would definitely be in bed for a while, as well as that other one that got smashed by the door," he joked dryly. "We'll get those bones set ASAP. I also prepped a special quarantine place for him, so perhaps you and one of the hunters can get him there?”

“I’ll take him there with Travis, but what about what Keeler planted? Have they been found?”

“According to what Ross said, Twilight’s found something in the weapons locker, Chan and Regan are on it, but it would be wise to see if another two of your men could go up.”

“We’ll wait on that. In the meantime, let’s haul this stowaway into quarantine…”
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"Here, let me help ya with that," Faulias said. He stopped down behind Keeler and, with a single massive hand, grabbed the man's legs and lifted them up. "Travis, mind getting the arms for me? I'd just sling him over my shoulder, but I don't trust him, whether he's awake or not."

Faulias let out a deep breath that he had been holding in. The Phazon Corruption in this man was well on it's way to 100%, and it showed, especially with his displays of power previously. The old mercenary had always taken pride in his strong defenses, and this little man had just blown through them like it was an aluminum can. He would need to make extensive modifications to the headpiece to get it fully functional again, and even more to protect it against another incident.
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While waiting for the backup to arrive Twilight was looking around, trying to extend his sense in order to locate whatever was emitting that familiar sensation. He had figured, whatever it was he did not have the "qualifications" to deal with it, and as such he'd need others to examine the things, because if he did they would most likely be either annoyed or suspicious.

He thought he had just located one of the things when he heard two pairs of silent fotsteps from behind him, it seemed the backup had arrived. 'Ah, there it is.' Twilight then thought as he looked behind a form of locker, where something blue and slightly glowing had been fastened, it was very well placed, had he not felt its precense he was unsure if he'd have found it at all.

“Hunter Twilight?” A voice sounded out a few meters behind him. “PED units Chan and Regan here. Lieutenant Commander Ross said that you needed help with something?”

Hearing this Twilight stood up straight again and turned to the two PED units. "I'm merely a mercenary, but yes I've located some sort of tube or canister that seems to have a blue glowing substance in it. Right behind this-" He said as he tapped the locker thing lightly. "but I am unsure of what to do with it, and thought it would be best to ask for professionals. I can also say that I am fairly sure there are more in this room, call it... Intuition." He then finished, as he moved back slightly to give the two PED units some room, before he began to concentrate on the other sources, but he decided it was best to wait with continuing his search until the two PED units confirmed the targets to be phazon based detonation charges.
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((OOC: Quick filler post while waiting on some replies... Also pertains to the Elysia group a bit.))

“You’ll never get me alive, vashinte kabe!”

Two F-Zero machines streaked down the home stretch of Lightning’s Half Pipe on the final lap of the Shining Light Grand Prix, a charitable race to help raise funds for scholarships and grants for those who could not afford a decent education without paying a high price tag, but as usual, there were those who wanted the money for themselves. The crowds cheered as
Death Anchor and Silver Falconite were neck to neck fighting for first, but there was another reason for the aggression other than what was on the line. It was too long that she spent trying to catch the deformed mutant of a pilot, and she was not going to let him off so easily. She was working solo this time, none of her racing partners on the field. It was a personal affair since he had managed to injure Falcon the last race, forcing him to miss the following three races.

“ZODA!” she shouted after hacking into his COM. “Your head is mine! I’ll make sure that your head is mounted with my trophies!!!”

“Not unless I win the race, pigeon!”

As though it had pulled one of the most sensitive feathers from the wing, in her blazing anger, she began to punch in commands to the craft’s console, activating the thrusters. However, that was not the only thing. With the thrusters, she also activated the mini engines on the side. She gripped the throttle until she knew her knuckles turned white. Without warning, she pulled back and went into a dizzying spin of metal and energy. Zoda turned to see what was going on, but before he could react, the energy had begun to mess with his circuitry, causing his own dashboard to crackle abnormally.

“YOU’RE MINE!!!”

The silver vehicle collided with the purple and blue ship, grinding it against the gravity walls. The pilots pushed their machines to the limit, hoping the other would give out, but Zoda had underestimated the strength of the gentle-looking
Silver Falconite. Alarms went off as the engines forced a shut down on the Death Anchor, but not even that stopped the damage both ships were sustaining.

The windshield of the
Death Anchor blew and out jumped the criminal, hoping to escape by foot while the pilot was preoccupied with the vehicle, but he was wrong. His breath quickened as he sprinted away, not caring about the other pilots as they drove his way. Out of the skies, a shadow loomed, followed by the shrieking of a crazed bird of prey. He was pile-driven into the gated track as she landing on him, using him like a living surfboard. She could smell the blood and hear the bones scrap against the metal floor through the electrically energized air. The surge of ecstasy rushed through her body as she heard him beg for mercy while her hand gripped the back of his neck, as well as the tubes that contained the dopamine and testosterone that fueled his insanity. She laughed maniacally, but stopped as the sirens and flashing lights appeared.

Paramedics came, as well as the officials, but they were too late. The damage was done, and the silver vehicle sped away, taking second while Mighty Gazelle in
Red Gazelle took first. It was not a loss to her, but what made her satisfied was the fact that she had her revenge, and just how sweet it was to her dry lips…

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Jessie woke with a start, her face covered in sweat, but also in blood and Phazon residue. She tried to move her leg, only to feel the sting of the wound she had gotten. She had fallen asleep; her body was currently too weak to do anything, let alone pull the bullet out. She could feel the slug in her flesh, just barely touching the bone. She pulled out another syringe of morphine and injected it into her arm. Not one for needles, she was actually relieved to have such a medical wonder.

She checked her surroundings, as well as her flight progress. She was only a third of the way there, but it did not matter too much. As long as she was not being chased, she would be fine. Her route took her past Elysia, a rather gutsy move on her part, but it was the shortest way. For sure, the AU would have picked something up, but just for a mere fraction of a second. She looked down at her hands.

Covered in blood they still were, but it was the blood of those who raised their hand against the action of helping her friend. She decided to look at the latest headlines of several racing magazines. Nuts and Bolts, more of a shop-type magazine, only made a few touches to her status, as well as The Chop Shop, but Winner’s Circle Monthly was the first that went to the extreme, followed by The F-Zero Academy’s monthly article, Racing Times. She grumbled as she glared at each one.

“They know not what will become of them…” she murmured. “They know not what the Federation do…”

But they will know when one as yourself brings the dark spot to light.

She flipped the digital pages as she glared at each line, each speaking of both lies and truths, but it was the voice inside that was her only form of conversation, her only means of formulating something to keep her unstable mind from going over the edge; a scarily strange welcome…

“But even if I did, what good is one against thousands? Perhaps millions?”

Let the Federation send their dogs, but let me handle them one by one… Let me use your true abilities to protect you… Let me use your skills to kill those who want to kill or hurt you… Then all will know that you are a force to be reckoned, and all will fear and tremble at your name… Nothing will stop you. But for now, rest… Your aviary awaits, and it is there that we shall prepare you for your next task…

She could see pricks of red light in her cockpit, but brushed it off as signs of fatigue. Adjusting her IV drip, she folded her wings as a blanket as she laid back and slowly drifted into unconsciousness, tiny orbs of shadows and red pinpoints hovering around her. They looked at each other, but hung there like dead light bulbs, only to stir whenever she did.
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A sad expression, one of absolute sorrow flickered on Lorrilal’s face, and then disappeared as quickly as it had come. She looked at the others, they hadn’t noticed, but to her, it was like a twisting knife to the gut. Even so, it was so quick that anyone could have mistaken her expression to have been the lighting.

She couldn’t trust herself to speak, to move, to think.

The glyphs.

Sentience.

From day one she had mourned for her dead mother, but never for her entire people. Seeing the glyphs of the lost Chozo made her think of them. The Fae home world had been a successful Federation colony for a few years now, and it was good to have sentient life on it again, but the thought of it being so empty left a similar feeling in Lorrilal herself.

Sentience.

The Federation was aware of the ruins and they were being explored with the utmost care. It was only a matter of time before they found one of the well-preserved, fibrous remains of a Fae, and their story would be told to the galaxy through data reports received by cold, stainless steel displays.

Sentience.

She could feel it now. Sentience.

“With both mechanical and biological workings, AU’s, or Aurora Units, are the only computers with sentience, according to the Public Galactic Federation Database. Of course, their restricted database happens to have several profiles of artificial intelligence beings becoming sentient. An unknown person or persons coined the term GI, or Gate Intelligence, after the first sentient AI, Gate. There is another recorded GI before the GI Gate, however it was artificially created, the mind of a human being uploaded into computer format. This is also highly restricted information.

Lorrilal’s eyes darted left and right and she took a step back, why couldn’t she stop taking?

“Federation attempts to cause the anomalous event of an AI to GI have been in failure. The event is random. However, one researcher has been approaching it at a more spiritual angle, with some degree of results. She believes the event not to be random, but that of a freak accident involving a soul. So far, she has been able to record the existence of what she calls Soulsparks in both sentient beings and GIs.

Because she was nervous.

“This researcher is a GI who goes by the name of Spurious, her attempts at an answer shows that their existence is a mystery to even themselves. Her trials and errors have brought much light upon the birth of the GI and sentience, she has even managed to create a GI of her own by means of a freak accident.”

She was nervous about meeting an Aurora Unit, that was all. Just as a child might be frightened of an elderly relative they have never met before.

“Spurious is my best friend.”

There. With Lorrilal’s problem in the light, she knew how to control it. Of course, by then she had already divulged enough Federation classified information, as well as valuable information they didn’t have, to warrant an arrest and questioning. A surge of panic rose up but she stomped it flat as soon as she felt it.

There was no way she was going to throw up on the interface platform of an Aurora Unit.

Another feeling that made her stomach churn, one she didn’t immediately recognize, one that she thought she would never feel. An emotion she could only view rather than experience herself. Lorrilal cocked her head, understanding what it was.

Although she was nervous to meet the AU, she was also quite excited.
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"...Sources tell me that she also has access to the missing lieutenant’s mission logs through two of her own people… I think Sonia and Sassy? Other than that, that’s about all I can help you with.”

Agents Nguyen and Monahan looked at each other, seemingly in silent communication with one another. A casual observer might have seen this wordless exchange and assumed that Agents were telepathic as well as cybernetic. However, there was nothing extra-sensory about it, but merely the rapport that develops after years of having been partners.

"We're going to need to access those logs," Nguyen finally said. "We need every bit of data we can scrounge together.

"We think this Londoner, Tyre, is possessed by one of these Ing," he explained, seeing the confused look on Sandoval's face. "Based on what Keeler's associate told us, the details seem to fit the circumstances. Meaning if we're right - if these Ing are involved - then Lt. Falcon is in more serious danger than any of us realized.

"Admiral Sandoval, thank you for your time," he said, shaking his hand. "You've been very helpful. And please, when you get in touch with the rescue team, inform them of our conversation here. They need to be up to speed with all of these new developments."

"We'll be in touch," Monahan said.

The two Agents left the conference room, Nguyen already working on getting in touch with the Falcons' associates.
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“A heave and a ho, and off we go…” Harm grunted as he managed to help one of the troopers who was caught in the fight. “Easy there…”

The trooper stumbled slightly as Harrison went ahead to the med bay to prepare several more beds. Harm looked over his shoulder as Travis and Faulias hauled Keeler over their shoulders. It made him uneasy, even with the two other troopers escorting him, as he had seen what the man was capable of. Before long, the group had made it all the way to the med bay, where Harrison was waiting. They placed the perpetrator in quarantine while the trooper hobbled on to the cot to be taken care of by the nurses. Harrison, wearing a lead-lined bodysuit for radiation protection, as well as a hazard suit, approached the sleeping Keeler and hooked him up to the monitors.

“Think he’s gonna make it?” one of the nurses asked as they brought in a tray of empty tubes.

“I don’t know,” Harrison replied, moving back the eyelids to check the iris. “It’s hard to say how much he’s been exposed to… You weren’t kidding when you said they were very blue, Harm.”

“I knew I wasn’t going crazy when I saw it…” he grunted as he stepped out. “I’m heading down to the weapons cache with Delta. It seems like Maeda got word that Twilight found the charges.”

The doctor only nodded as he continued to work, drawing blood and taking a variety of samples while trying to stabilize him. Either way, it was going to take a long time for this guy to recover, in a high-security hospital or wherever. What was odd was that even with the amount of Phazon Samus during the Phazon Wars was exposed to, she came out clean, as though having little to no exposure to it. As odd as it was, he began to wonder if the overload had anything to do with it. He was not willing to try anything crazy, but he had to figure out something to ease anything negative. The doctor sighed as he looked at Travis and Faulias.

“You two ok from the fight?” he asked. “Nothing broken or seriously injured, right?”

Meanwhile, the two troopers looked at each other before Chan stepped forward and had one hand on the locker Twilight had indicated. He nodded at Regan, who slung his rifle over his shoulder and took out his card, sliding it into the reader. The door hissed and slid away, the younger of the two flinching slightly as the dim room turned a soft blue hue.

“We have confirmation,” Chan reported as Regan reached in and carefully pulled it out. “But it seems like Keeler spent a lot of time to it in place without any of us noticing it. Wasn’t this supposed to be Jones’ locker?”

“Any others confirmed?” Maeda’s voice squawked over the external speakers.

“None at the moment, ma’am,” the older answered as he looked around. “Only one visually confirmed.”

“Don’t know, but Twilight thinks there are others in this room,” Regan replied. “Should we tell the boss?”

“I’ll let Harm know about the findings, and have both he and Delta meet you down there with a dismantling kit and containment unit. Maeda out.”

“Damn…” Regan murmured. “This stuff’s more potent than my grandma’s pepper sauce… What do you think? Phazon in its purest form?”

“Seems that way,” Chan suggested, beaming a light into the locker one more time before looking at his Geiger panel. “Certainly has a higher radiation level than what we use. Think we should ice it?”

“And risk breaking the canister?” a soft yet firm voice replied. “You should know better, Chan.”

The two turned around, only to come face to face with a small PED unit, no taller than five feet, holding a large container with heavy locks.

“Corporal Delta!” the two saluted in unison as the box was set before them. “We didn’t mean to suggest such a brash idea!”

“I would certainly hope so…”

Delta was known for her prowess, as well as her handling of delicate objects, especially when it came to weapons. She knew how things should be handled, and that the most fragile of objects were left in her care. Regan handed over the glass capsule just as Harm stepped in.

“What did the boys find?” he grunted as he handed over the dismantling kit.

“One Phazon charge, but from what the rear admiral stated, our mercenary here thinks there are more,” she replied, carefully rendering the charge useless, or at least to the point that the signal from any remote connected to it would be a dud.

She placed the first charge into the padded case and stood up as Bloodsbane looked at the two.

“I need you two to head back up to quarantine and make sure that Keeler is under tight security,” he ordered as Delta looked around the now-dimmed room. “Harrison’s afraid that the guy might pop up from his sleep and strangle him.”

“Harrison’s always afraid of something, you know?” Regan snickered as he and his partner left the room. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he wet his bunk time to time.”

“Stow it, Regan, or it’s dish duty for you!” the head leader threatened.

“Yes, sir…”

Delta turned on her Geiger and looked at Twilight as he and Chan disappeared, leaving her with the alpha and the mercenary.

“Looks like you’re our Phazon bloodhound,” she jested, smiling a bit behind her visor. “We’ll help you look, but we’ll handle it, ok?”

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“You found anything?” came a curious meow from the doorway of the hangar of the island base.

Sonja and Sasha had been assigned to the task of finding Jessie’s logs. With the help of Celestial, or at least another peregrine pair of the same name, they were able to get into the archipelago and went into the main system.

“Well, I found a black folder, if that’s what you’re talking about, but the thing’s locked like no tomorrow, like she doesn’t want anyone to find out what went wrong…” Sonja replied.

Sasha opened Silver Falconite’s top and looked at the interface. It was similar to all other F-Zero machines in respect, but of course, it had its own uniqueness. As she tapped about, she found a strange series of words pop up on the console.

“Hey, Sonja?” The older of the Kerichoan twins looked up from the computer. “You said you needed a password, right?”

“Yeah, you found something that might work?” she asked as she walked over to the vehicle.

“Why don’t you try these set of words?”

Sonja looked at the list and went back to the system, typing it in. The file opened, but another file also appeared. The two read the new file carefully, only to be absolutely dumbfounded. They blinked at it blankly, but left it alone as they gathered what was in the black folder and left, reactivating the defensive system in their absence.

“Did she really…?” Sasha asked as she continued to filter through the black folder and compile their report.

“If it’s true, think we should tell Stewart?”

The youngster was quiet as she thought about it.

“No, maybe we should wait…”

Sonja nodded in agreement and headed back to GPHQ.

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Meanwhile, Jack and Ryu were at Bart’s place, having some coffee while trying to get some information.

“Well, all I can say was that both were here with Dr. Stewart the night before Jessie left for her mission,” Bart explained as he put away a set of cleaned tea cups. “They were upstairs since I had a small party down here. I went up there to deliver their order, hearing something about Stewart saying that she should visit him and Dr. Lam when she returned from the mission. It didn’t seem like a big deal since she agreed to it, but she did seem a little iffy about it.”

Jack looked at Ryu, who was pouring some cream into his drink.

“So the doctor knows what’s going on?” the former popstar mused. “Why not come out with it?”

“It could be that he knows only what happened before she left…” Ryu suggested while Bart refilled his cup. “And maybe he just wanted to make sure that she was fine after she returns from the mission. She does run to him every time she gets injured.”

“But what about Dr. Lam? She’s a psychiatrist.”

“Well, bounty hunting will do things to you,” Bart inserted while Clark was attending to the other patrons of the café. “Racing is one thing, but when it comes to hunting, it’s a whole different level of mentality. I wouldn’t personally quote that since I’ve never had the first-hand experience of it, but from what I hear, people can change…”

The two looked at each other.

“Maybe we should go see Dr. Stewart,” Jack suggested.

“And Dr. Lam,” Ryu added. “Who knew that we would be questioning our own? Thanks, Bart. We’ll leave the payment on the table.”

Bart cleared the table as a woman and a teen walked in. He quickly seated them and looked at the two.

“Come again!” he waved before looking at the woman. “How are you today, Lindsey? The usual order?”

The woman looked up, while the boy was focused on his video game.

“Yes, please,” she replied. “I just saw the Dragon Bird and Astro Robin outside. Any news?”

“I’m afraid not… They were asking questions about where they were… Did you hear anything?”

“I talked with Stewart earlier, but he says that she still hasn’t reported…”

It was starting to grow dark outside, and Bart’s ward turned the sign to say that the shop was closed. The man fixed up a meal for the four of them and sat down with them to eat.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yes, Mark?”

“Think we can go to the next race?” he asked, putting away his system and picking up a fork. “Maybe they might show up then.”

The two were quiet as they looked at him.

“He’s a big fan of them, isn’t he?” the bartender pointed out.

“He certainly is…”

As they finished their meal, Clark looked at the teen.

“Hey, want to see this new application I found that shows real time stats during races, Mark?”

This perked his interest and nodded quickly, but not before looking at his mother.

“Can I, Mom?”

“Sure, honey.”

The two left the table and found a place at the bar, focused on the screen as rows of numbers appeared for a race currently going on in Sand Ocean. Bart offered Lindsey a cup of tea as she pushed her empty plate away.

“He doesn’t know, does he?”

“I’m afraid not…” she replied quietly. “But they said it is best he not know, or else trouble might brew…”

Bart looked outside.

“I see… You know, it’s getting late for you to return to Tamaya Bay,” he pointed out. “I wouldn't be surprised if the Blood Chain Gang were out there making trouble. Why don’t you stay the night and return in the morning?”

The woman hid a yawn as she looked at her watch.

“You know, that’s a good idea…”

The bartender nodded and took the three to the apartment complex behind the shop, setting up beds for them.

“Thank you, Bart,” can a grateful reply from Lindsey as Mark happily bunked down in Clark’s room and she in Bart’s room. “I don’t know if I can take this stress any more… I know I promised her I wouldn’t tell, but I can’t just sit here and let him be clueless about his true origins…”

An extra set of bedsheets and blankets were brought out while a cot was set up.

“What did you tell him?”

“That his parents died in a boating accident, and that his aunt and uncle thought it would be better if he was put under my care.”

“I see…” was the reply as the lights went out. “Look, I’ll see if I can find anything else that’s going on, ok? For now, get some sleep… The more you worry, the more you’ll end up sick… Go ahead and take the bed.”

Lindsey nodded as she pulled the covers over her shoulder.

“Night, Bart… and thanks…”

It was hard seeing Lindsey have to go through this time, but that was how being a hunter was, always risking their lives for one reason or another. He only hoped that this would be resolved soon, for the sake of everyone...
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'No, not its purest form, but not too far from it.' Twilight commented in his thoughts to what the two PED troopers were saying. He had never witnessed it, but he was aware of the fact that the purest, most concentrated form of phazon was red in color. He could not tell from where this knowledge came, perhaps it was due to his race's connection to the substance.

When he was lost in thought, he had forgotten to keep his senses sharp and had lost track of the phazon signatures in the room, but once he was at it again he noticed a new precense entering the room. It was a short human female, dressed in PED armor and carrying some form of case. By the way the other two acted he assumed she was of higher rank than them, although their ranks and titles was of little concern to him.

Then just after the phazon charge was handed over to the small PED unit a much larger PED trooper came through the opening of the room. "What did the boys find?" He asked, Twilight then recognized him as the leader of the PED units on the Silverado, although he was unsure of his name. He watched what unfolded, the female dismantling the charge and putting it in the case, the leader sending the two PED units off to some 'Dr. Harrison', and once they were gone the female turned to him.

“Looks like you’re our Phazon bloodhound,” she jested, although Twilight could not tell if it was meant as a joke. “We’ll help you look, but we’ll handle it, ok?” He merely nodded, from how she said it, it seemed apparent they knew he was somehow able to sense its location, which was prety bad since he prefered they knew as little about his connection to phazon as possible, but at the same time, leaving the charges here could prove fatal to everyone onboard... It was a risk worth taking.

Having located one in the time the others had been talking, Twilight turned around without saying anything, as he walked around as if looking for nearly a minute, before he stoped infront of a stack of small ammo crates, he looked around it, and then crouched beside it, just next to the wall, then after looking for a few seconds he stood up and turned to the female. "I thought I saw a blue glow from inside this stack, there may be one hidden among these." He said, however in reality he had not seen the glow, he knew it was there due to his senses, but he thought he should atleast act like if he did not have any extra senses to discover the phazon charges.

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Outside the room a shadow suddenly vanished, if one had paid attention to the entrance, one might have noticed 'something'.

"It seems the target has an ability to sense or percieve phazon, possibly other sources of energy as well, unknown at this stage." The shadow that was now hiding in a dark corner of the ship said silently into a form of device he held in his right hand. Text appeared on a small screen on it, and after reading it, the shadow vanished once more.

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Heavy metalic footsteps echoed in one of the many Skytown facilities, which brought the attention of several federation workers and a few maintenance robots working on somethings, but none seemed to think the being which was calmly walking through the halls to be of significant detail, that is, until it began to get closer to the AU chamber, where the security and sensor alarms were far better.
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((It's a short one, as we're still waiting on Qualanx, but I hope this is enough for now, Jessie.))

T'kran, surprisingly, hadn't suffered any real ill effects since the overload. Thankfully, most of his higher suit functions were still intact, including the scanners and databanks. A quick search through the biological profile of his caste - he took information from the Pirates wherever and whenever he could -discovered what he'd been looking for.

It turned out that his new body was the testbed for a Pirate caste, one specifically engineered as an elite cadre, with extreme natural resistance to nuclear, biological and chemical damage, and superior even to Commandos in terms of physical strength and tactical thinking. Only a few were made due to the difficulty of procuring suitable DNA strands, and the extreme material costs of manufacturing their equipment. T'kran was the first, it seemed.

"Not too good I'm afraid." Joey's voice snapped T'kran out of his train of thought. Frowning as he listened to Joey's diagnostic, he sighed. "Luckily, the suit took almost all the damage. It's basis is nanotechnology, so the system seeks out damaged or corrupted parts, breaks them down into their base atoms, and uses the leftovers to repair the damage." He stared at that piece of foreign technology that had, ironically, given his reluctance to use such a device, saved his life. If it hadn't contained the overload, the Phazon levels would have overcome his suit's protection - and his natural resistance - and have either killed him or corrupted him beyond repair.

"I've got to give credit where it's due, though. That thing saved my life. Apart from a headache and a little nausea, I'm fine." responded the Pirate to Jayone's question. He wasn't sure about Al'an, but that Wen was tougher than a Sheegoth. He had no doubt his fellow hunter would be fine.

"Ugh... as soon as I'm up and running again..." he groaned. He'd have to apologise to the natives for annihilating their temple. Needless to say, it'd probably be coming off his paycheck.


"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company

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