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| Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again... | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jul 15 2008, 04:23 PM Post #141 |
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(OOC: Jessie, you don't necessarily have to respond to this) Agent Nguyen had been waiting for Sonja and Sasha for several hours before they arrived at GPHQ. The desk sergeant told him that they had been expected, and he wanted to make sure that he was there when they showed up, so he got there as early as possible and planned to stay all day if he had to. He had been having lunch in the commissary - a ham and turkey sub with lettuce, tomatoes, red onions, pickles, Dijon mustard and plenty of hot sauce - when he was paged over the PA system. The Kerichoan twins had just requested permission to land. He was waiting for them at the front desk when they walked through the door (half of his sandwich was wrapped up and stowed in his briefcase). He identified himself and flashed his badge. They were understandably taken aback that Section 6 had come calling. "I need to know about Jessie," he asked them. "All about what happened to her on Aether." He sensed a bit of hesitance from them, though that was probably mostly nerves. "Her life is in danger as we speak," he added. "She was sent to investigate a phazon mishap, and I've been on the trail of a phazon robbery that's led right back to her. If this is somehow connected to the Aether incident, I need to know... Admiral Maeda and the rescue team need to know." ............................... Tracking down the Grey Fox had been an adventure in itself. It had involved a second visit to Vega's house by Agent Monahan (and further endurance of his attempts at being suave), but it was only after threatening him with lengthy time on a prison colony for phazon possession that he finally told her how she could get in touch with his erstwhile mistress. The message was brief, and Monahan didn't expect a reply. When she got one asking to meet her at this pizza place in the Bronx called Reggie's, she was positively floored. But Monahan showed up. And so did the Grey Fox. "Call me Grace," she said, as she ordered two slices of pepperoni and a Dr. Boomer cola. "Okay Grace," Monahan replied, ordering a veggie calzone and a diet cola. "Why did you agree to meet me?" They took their drinks and sat at a booth near the window. "You a religious person?" Grace asked. "I'm Irish Cathlolic. I'm not very devout though." "See, I'm Apache. I was never really brought up in any kind of religious tradition, but my head was filled with all these old superstitions and curses and stories of evil spirits since I was a kid." She twirled her straw in her drink, seeming a bit nervous at the memory. "I never thought I saw an evil spirit until Keeler's men sent me to John Tyre." "People who talk about having seen Darklings report a similar experience," Monahan replied. "Like they've been in the presence of the Devil himself." As might be expected of an agency that dealt with the more outlandish threats to the galaxy, Section 6 had an entire task force devoted to the subject of Darklings on the rim. Intel shared with the military seemed to confirm that these were actually the creatures known as Ing. They were still very much a mystery though. None had ever been captured alive, and their bodies were apparently incapable of surviving intact outside their native plane, making it a bit difficult to study them. Apart from the old sailors' stories, all they had were a handful of military encounters that provide little information apart from how to engage them in combat (as valuable as that information was). "Not very much scares me, Agent Monahan," Grace said. "I left that house bawling, I was so shaken. And the way he talked about helping out his brethren... it sounded like they were up to something." The slices and the calzone arrived at the table, fresh from the oven. "Besides," Grace said, "anything I can do to help out Number 47, I'm all for that." Edited by The Boss, Jul 15 2008, 04:30 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 15 2008, 11:09 PM Post #142 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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(OOC: Joint with Jessie) "I'm fine, but thank you for asking, doctor." Travis said, looking about. "I just need to fix this." He pointed to the small white line on his visor. Harrison looked up from his from his task and stared at the glaring white line of a crack on the visor. "He managed to do that?" he queried with great confusion. "Visors aren't meant to be so flimsy. Usually they're made of a special tempered glass to withstand the lack of pressure in space..." "Thing is, I bet you didn't know he is a cyborg." Said Travis, eyes now directly affixed into the physician's face. Harrison raised a brow as he ran a physical diagnostic on the unconscious man, only to find that the hunter was right. Why he didn't do that sooner was most likely due to fatigue with the sudden epidemic of the radiation sickness. "By the holy Athena... You're right..." The doctor noted, apparently suprised. (And they wonder why two men in powered armor were carrying him... even though I'm sure it would've only required only Faulias or myself... oh well.) The hunter thought to himself. "It didn't compromise the visor, though; In fact, it's hardly done anything to the visor fortunately. I intend to repair it anyway though." Travis said matter-of-factly. "Well, if you need help, I'm sure research and tech could help out." "I may well do that if needed.." Harrison smiled a bit as though a slight reprieve that someone was going to listen to him for once. "Oh yeah, not too sure if you know this, but if you want, R&D can have you fitted with the PED before heading into that ship. I would strongly suggest it since we don't know what's on there. I wouldn't doubt that your weapons could do the job, but it never hurts, you know? You too, Faulias, if you want." "Thank you, Doctor, I may well do that... oh, and one more thing?" "Yes, Travis?" Travis looked down upon the sleeping fugitive for a moment. "If Keeler wakes up, disable those arms immediately; they aren't for 'handling cargo'. Otherwise, you may well be forced to remove them from his person for your own safety.. sorry for the grim warning, but it may come to that." "Thanks, but the sedatives that I provided Harm will keep him down for a good four days, enough for us to disable him and keep him in lockdown until we reach Federation HQ." "Alright then." Travis said, turning to head out of the room. "I'll be looking into fixing my visor and possibly getting one of those PEDs, then. Other than that, I'll be looking at maybe getting some food. If you need me, doctor..." He said, walking down the hall. The doctor only waved a hand as he returned to his job at hand, which was to make sure that everyone, even the stowaway, was ok. |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Jul 16 2008, 05:49 PM Post #143 |
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The Ignored
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Al'An walked to the group. He was positive he could at least slow the spread of what he thought was the onset of Phazon corruption in his ship, although it'd be nigh impossible to stop... "I believe we should be going..." Al'An hissed, in a slightly weaker voice, something in his suit going haywire. The end of the word 'going' became a jumble of grating sounds and every noise coming from him ended abruptly. It was obvious he had sustained massive hardware damage in the repeated bouts of punishment he had taken in the past while, but he had no idea it would have been so damaging as to almost nerf his vocal transmitter. Quickly, Al'An tapped something on a holographic panel on his arm. His ship descended quickly, avoiding any weakened grating that may have been caused by the combat. Al'An hurriedly entered his ship. "I will follow your forces in my own vessel. I am certain I will require a great amount of medical attention when we reach whatever destination we may be going to," A loud hisslike voice blared. It was Al'An, and he had used his ship to speak, his own suit-based vocal transmitter down, and cultural politeness stopping him from removing his helmet off of Wennesh soil. His ship rose and moved slowly out of the temple. A loud crashing noise, followed by a violent-sounding explosion, would rattle the bones of everyone near the temple. Al'An had misjudged his injuries due to the haze that had entered his mind shortly after he realised one of his wounds had been in direct contact with phazon. He had slipped into unconsciousness and he failed to activate the autopilot function. He had convinced himself he had started it when he lifted off, as he usually did, but he had not. Al'An had been thrown from the ship and was in serious condition, unconscious, with several shattered bones. ...Worst...Day...Ever... Al'An's final thoughts, just before he noticed the ground rushing up to him... Edited by Qualanx, Jul 23 2008, 08:30 PM.
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jul 17 2008, 01:06 AM Post #144 |
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Faulias sighed as Harrison mentioned the PED unit, and the possibility of him using it. As much as he hated to admit it, his near-ancient power suit needed some upgrades. A PED unit would be useful in pinch situations, and he might be able to graft lead lines into his "Breaker Gauntlet" assault glove... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "Well, I need the PED Unit, but I'd rather have the materials to put one together sent to my quarters, rather than the thing mounted on there by someone else. This suit is different than standard G-Fed Tech, and I don't feel fully comfortable having someone else tweak with it." Faulias looked down at the now docile Keeler, resisting the urge to spit upon the now-wretched cyborg. "And if this bastard wakes up, I'd like to have the suit close to me so I can put a bullet through his skull, Phazonic or not." He groaned, stroking his thin head hair. The blow he had taken had shaken him up a bit. "If you could have a PED Unit, or the parts to make one, sent to my room, that would be perfect. I need to lay down for a bit, that little bastard almost took a healthy chunk out of my head." He then walked out the door and made his way to his quarters. |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jul 17 2008, 11:04 PM Post #145 |
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(OOC: Jessie said I could go ahead and RP the AU. Giant brain ahoy!) There was a long moment of silence that stretched throughout, almost seeming to touch the very edges of the room. Then an odd sound came from the Aurora Unit. Having heard an untold number of noises from an equally untold amount of creatures, Lorrilal was able to attribute it to mirth. The AU was performing the closest of its equivalent to a laugh. It was laughing at her. “That is all well and good, but my databanks are up to date with all of the Galactic Federation’s information. Anything else would be opinion and would be collected for nothing more than my own musings.” Lorrilal looked up, did that mean the AU wasn’t going to mention anything? She exhaled, not realizing she’d been holding her breath. “Would you care for more information? I have much about the independent cargo transporting business that isn’t likely on any important databases. Although independent cargo transportation didn’t catch in a galaxy-wise sense, it was very widely done on Earth further back than their records even show. The first independent cargo transporters were, surprisingly, a group of ex-space pirates. Having realized that their pursuits in looting small-time Federation colonies was poor at best, and seeing the state in which many of the colonies were in, they decided to work out a deal which provided resources faster than the Galactic Federation provided to the colonies. Their first shipment was several crates of bananas to a planet called Rogue…” Lorrilal became wrapped up in her tellings. She had always been one for information and, for someone to be able to process it as quickly as she shared, it was like telling a story to an old friend. The exchange made her think of her mother, but without the pang of loneliness. Her mother had been quite knowing in many things, and it made her wonder: what did the AU know? She cocked her head as her stories of history and opinion on the countless books she’d read still continued, but she listened little to herself, instead wrapped in her own spinning thoughts. This being knew a lot from what she could already tell, perhaps, if she asked, it would help her. Of course it had intelligence, but did it have wisdom? The ability for planning and deeper thought? Would it be capable of understanding her plight? So far no one else had… Lorrilal reached the end of what she’d been saying and paused for a moment. She then started in on the difference between various metals and their magnetic properties. This stay here was not going to be long. Perhaps another time would be suitable. |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Jul 31 2008, 07:37 PM Post #146 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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((OOC: This should cover everyone… Hopefully… Qualanx, I did a slight auto since I am a bit puzzled as to what happened. Hopefully, this will work for you.)) Tina raised her head as the AU was active, seemingly talking to Lorrilal while the trooper stood off to the side, watching the monitors carefully. The trooper raised a brow slightly as one of the cameras zoomed in on a strange sight. He quickly alerted the other troopers to check out the creature and looked at his two guests. “You will need to excuse me, but I need to check on something,” he said quickly, picking up his helmet. “The wind conditions are fine now if you want to fly, but just be careful. The Observatory is nice, but there might be some Shriekbats and Plasmoids running about since we don’t usually go to those.” The Watawara nodded as she walked over to where Lorrilal was standing. “We shall depart as soon as we are finished. Thank you.” The trooper nodded and exited through the door they came through. She looked at the map and plotted out the course she would be flying. “Whenever you are ready, we shall take wing and explore more of the mysteries of the Chozo if you wish,” she said with a slight scowl of a smile. Then again, with the beak of a bird, it was hard to smile… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Troopers began to file into the corridor where the creature was last seen, another squadron coming from the opposite direction to cut whatever it was off. It took them a while to achieve their goal, but it was quickly done as they began to close in, hearing the heavy metallic footfalls. “Halt!” one of them shouted down the hall. “Who are you and what do you want?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several fighters that were still flying about noticed Al’An’s ship going out of control and quickly swooped down, launching their tethers to catching the falling craft while another two sent their grappling hooks for the falling commando. It took at least three fighters to stabilize the gunship, forcing them to strain the engines as they slowly docked on the outer hangars. A team rushed in as the hooks of the lines were unlatched, quickly pulling out the Wen for treatment for just about everything. Dr. Susan Namba, the head doctor for the team taking care of Al’An was already prepping syringes and needles for several different injections, especially one that would hopefully help the Phazon infection she saw as the hired hand was brought in. Sections of the armor were promptly removed and sent to decontamination while x-ray imaging was done for a full-body inspection. She motioned to the male orderlies to help her clean the wounded while she and a few others began to prepare the braces and stasis tank. It was not going to be easy to set the braces perfectly on this creature, but she had to do her best. As for the tank, it was enough to fit ten men comfortably, so that did not seem to bother her. The only problem was balancing the right amount of solutions so that it would actually help him but at the same time, not poison the hunter. With the braces in place with the help from the orderlies, they managed to get Al’an into the recovery ward and placed him into the tank as carefully as they could, not wanting to jar the setting bones. A liquid environment seemed to be the best idea for the amount of bones he had broken. At least this way, none of them were being hindered because of the weight of the body straining the parts that needed to be healed. Namba looked at her nurses, who were in the tank as they carefully readjusted the braces and administered some of the syringes that were prepared earlier. “Notify me when he wakes up,” she ordered, pulling on a clean lab coat in exchange for her current one soiled in blood and dirt. “Make sure that the drugs are set for every ten minutes at three cc for the IVs, the solution be circulating with fresh solution every twenty minutes, and see to it that the bracers stay in position even when he wakes. Hopefully, he won’t be dumb enough to try and take them off… At this rate, he might be looking at a month or so of rest…” “Yes, ma’am…” Nodding, the doctor left the recovery ward and went into the PED technician ward, seeing that some of her nurses were called into help out her comrade, Dr. Thomas Sarna. She watched quietly as Joey was talking with T’kran while Jayone was busy reading the messages that were popping up on her end. “Luckily, the suit took almost all the damage. Its 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.” “That’s a relief, but I don’t know what it’ll do to the damaged parts of the PED,” Joey replied with a grunt after finding it fruitless to pull the melted circuit board with his bare hands. “Strange things can happen when two different technologies fuse together, you know what I mean?” “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.” Jayone raised a brow as several nurses entered the area with equipment of their own and began to take vitals on T’kran. The reports were quickly wired to her port, where they were put on display on the monitors. It seemed that the PED did do its job of protecting the wearer, as well as boost capabilities, but it was the amount of radiation she was worried about that both had been exposed to. She pointed this out to the head doctor, who was busy administering painkillers and stabilizers, while another nurse was preparing some medicines for the wounds. “Ugh… as soon as I’m up and running again…” “It might be a while before that happens,” the lead doctor replied. “The brass wants to make sure that you didn’t get poisoned, or worse, corrupted… Last time that happened, needless to say, I’m sure you know the deaths of the three hunters. They were good, but at the same time, luck was just not on their side, and they were on the receiving end of Death’s sentence.” “I wouldn’t go as far as saying that, Thomas,” Namba rebuked with a snort. “It was beyond their control, and we learned from that. The best we can do is prevent it.” “I didn’t hear you come in, Susie…” Sarna meekly answered. “How is the other one?” “Al’an? Stasis tank,” she reported, looking over T’kran’s vitals. “Unconscious, broken bones, high loss of bodily fluids, Phazon poisoning in one of the wounds… Just about as bad as the Perigo War on Sino Secundus.” Sarna shuddered and pushed that to the back of his mind. It was a nightmare, and he would rather not think about it in any way. “But it looks like your hunter is doing better by far… The PED did what was needed.” Joey nodded, but he knew that he would have to work on the new modifications he had been planning. He only hoped that despite all the theories and ideal testing environments it had been pit through, it would last in real-time engagement. “All right… Looks like you’ll just need to sleep your headache off,” the male doctor advised. “I just administered some painkillers for you, so resting shouldn’t be too hard. As for the radiation… We’d have to keep you quarantined for a while, but don’t worry. Once you’re cleared, you can go shoot whatever decides to mess with the Federation.” Susan shook her head as she took a copy of T’kran’s vitals and left a copy of Al’An’s for Thomas. Joey finally stood up after pulling off the remainder of the PED and let out a sigh of relief. “You know, I can already see some new design specs for this, especially for your build,” he murmured quietly to himself. “Maybe some of…” Jayone cautiously entered the chamber and helped Joey grab the damaged equipment, setting it on the research table as soon as they entered the R&D section. “So, what do you think?” “Well, might take me a day if I go non-stop, but it’ll be worth it,” the technician replied. “Besides, I want whatever took John’s ship dead…” “What was it exactly?” “I don’t know. I know I don’t have the ability to do it myself, but the least I can do is ask it as a favor to the one who will be wearing this…” He pulled out a stack of papers, all with sketches. Reaching into the bundle, he pulled out particular one out. Jayone looked it over then stared at him for a few minutes. With a single nod, the young man went to work while she went back out, watching at Titus’ team pulled in, along with the Reptilicus. The Kerichoan had his arms bound in bandages, along with bracers on his legs. The troopers were edgy as they saw the reptiles step out, but when they saw the great cat with them, they backed off as they proceeded to the conference room, hoping to speak of some truce. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I thought I saw a blue glow from inside this stack, there may be one hidden among these.” Delta was looking at the locker Chan and Regan had raided for the first charge, making sure that there was no spillage or residue of any sort on the steel walls. She turned as Bloodsbane looked at Twilight’s direction and crouched down to get a better look at the ammo crates. He flipped through his visuals but found nothing of the sort. He was about to give his thoughts when Delta looked over his shoulder. “Open that crate,” she ordered. “Can’t be too careful now, can we?” The PED leader grumbled about being told by a younger peer, but he did what was asked of him. One by one, the boxes were opened, only to reveal a charge in one of the lower crates. Delta daintily picked up the canister and carefully tilted it after disarming the fuse. “Liquid Phazon…” she replied, looking it over carefully. “Not to mention that it’s begun to crystallize… Bloodsbane, we have to find them quick. You know what happens if it begins to harden and becomes crystals.” “I know…” he growled, looking through the rest of the crates. “The explosive power multiplies.” “Twilight, you think you can quicken the pace?” Delta urged as she put the bomb into the case she had, and looked into another stack of ammo. “I don’t know what this Keeler person has planned, but we need to find them fast.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The jet landed smoothly on the dock of GPHQ, a home away from home for the two kittens, especially on missions. Sonja held on to the book bag as they got off, only to be met face to face with a man in a sharp suit. Sasha hissed at the sight of him, her ears slightly flattened against her skull as the older stepped back upon looking at the badge. It was rare that she was approached this way, and the thought of it made her stomach flip slightly. “How may I help you…?” the older twin asked with as much patience as possible. “I need to know about Jessie,” he asked them. “All about what happened to her on Aether.” The two stayed quiet as they looked at each other, both reluctant to reveal what they had found on the secured island archipelago. “We don’t know…” Sasha quickly lied, but Sonja knew better. “Her life is in danger as we speak,” he added. “She was sent to investigate a Phazon mishap, and I've been on the trail of a Phazon robbery that's led right back to her. If this is somehow connected to the Aether incident, I need to know… Admiral Maeda and the rescue team need to know." Upon hearing this, Sonja looked at her sister. “Why don’t you get us some lunch and meet us at my office?” The young tiger looked up in surprise then at the agent again. Before she could say another word, she quietly left to the cafeteria as Sonja shouldered her bag and led Agent Nguyen to a nearby elevator. With a quick card swipe and access code punched in, the lift took them to the upper floors to where the High Orbit offices were located. The corridor was oddly empty, especially in her little section of the floor. They brushed past several doors and past a set of double doors, the name of the occupant off to the side on the wall while candles, flowers, and cards were placed at the door. With a sigh, she quickly opened the door to her office, which was next to the decorated one, and quickly cleaned up what had been left by colleagues, placing the offerings in a box on the upper shelves. “You’ll have to excuse the mess,” she apologized after placing the trinkets with the others and stowing it away. “Seems like there’s an endless pour of these things for her…” She pulled up a chair for the agent and placed the bag on her desk. “Section 6…” she began, brushing back the tuffs of fur on her head. “I’ve heard of you guys, but thought it was only a myth… I see I was wrong, but… How did you know that the lieutenant was on Aether, and about the Phazon investigation? Even we did not find out until earlier today…” Sonja, unlike Sasha, was extremely, yet patiently, wary, especially around those who just suddenly stated who they were and what they wanted. She already knew that Jessie was bound to be in trouble. Any hunter who didn’t report for a while would be considered in dire situation unless they reported some time later with an explanation, but this one was different. Not only was the person missing, but also the brother, which drew a lot of attention on her part. “If her life is really on the line, you would be wise to tell me what you know before I tell you what I know…” she warned. “And if I find that your information is false, then may the goddess help you when I report this to the chief…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two PED units had been prepared for both Faulias and Travis, while another two sets had been put aside for Kyle and Twilight. Two sets of technicians were dispatched for the two hunters, both prepared with their own sets of tools and extra parts for customization. The head tech, Lieutenant Carmen Landis, had a better eye for design when it came to custom pieces, and personally did the specs for this set, making them the most versatile in terms of conforming to other suits. Unlike the ones made by her fellow technician Joey stationed on Bryyo, hers had parts that could be removed with ease without disrupting the flow of the fuel. There were also extra valves and channels in case the user wanted to find a better suited orientation based on needs. The two found their hunters and explained what was going on, only to take them into two separate workrooms to have their suits augmented with the PED technology. |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jul 31 2008, 11:43 PM Post #147 |
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The technician assigned to Faulias met him in his room not long after he himself had arrived there. He came carrying a metal case, reinforced to protect the contents from any damages. The contents, of course, were the PED unit he had requested from Bloodsbane previously, with the Keeler incident. The technician guided Faulias to his workroom, where the two took his armorsuit to have the PED applied. The technician, however, ended up being forced to take a side position while Faulias applied the changes how he saw fit. He was not comfortable with someone else fiddling with his suit as it was extremely expensive, originating from Titan Industries. The suit was placed on a work table, and secured tightly by restraints. And so, the work began. First came the task of applying the main PED core into the suit; this could technically be placed anywhere, but Faulias decided to install it in the chest area, as was standard. Next, the lead lines had to be lain to the systems that would be affected by the Phazon surge. Due to Faulias's use of a removable firearm, the lines would be highly difficult to orchestrate, and would result in heavy modifications to the gun itself as well. Eventually, a line was set leading down to his right hand, where a multi-staged link node would lock in to the gun and allow the transfer of the Phazon. Lines were also taken down his other arm and connected into the conduits of his Breaker Gauntlet. The last stage of the PED installation was to apply the unit's coding processes into the main suit systems. Faulias shirked away from the process and allowed the technician to do that bit. When the process was finished, Faulias grinned. "Not a bad job, eh? Hahah, this old man still has some skill left in his fingers..." He then turned to the technician. "Look... while I'm here with all these tools, I might as well fix some damage to my upper chestpiece and helmet. Do you mind if I work alone?" The man sighed and, after a moment of thought, shook his head. "Just lock up when you're done," he said, "and please don't break anything..." When the man left the room, Faulias instantly began working on the helmet clamps. These compression-based clamps, six total, sealed the suit off from the outside's unfiltered air, allowing for maximum protection against airborne threats. They had been damaged in his fight with Keeler, and some had come undone like they were nothing. In response to such a threat, he took every clamp and applied an extra layer of titanium plate: to offer more protection, but keep it relatively simple. This layer would hold up better against heavy blows. Next came the task of repairing his helmet. He gently tapped the metal plate back into its original form and, much like he did for the clamps, applied another layer of plate. Weight was not an issue for a warrior of his stature, especially since the suit's systems boosted his strength bionically. To his visor he applied several upgrades, the most severe being lacing it with titanium wires, to add stability on impact. Then, he repaired the inner display screen, as his 'visor' was nothing more than a thick sheet of carbon-steel, a lightweight material that still offered protection from most weaponry; he needed that display to properly see his surroundings. As a last touch, he modified the visor to fold back into his helmet when retracted, but to the sides (each half going to its respective side) instead of upward. Then, he flipped the suit over. His suit's 'backpack' had sustained some damage as well, but most of the gear was obsolete anymore. It would all have to be replaced; the shield generator, air filtration system, and movement-enhancement generator. Faulias would end up being in that room for several more hours before he was completed. |
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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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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Aug 1 2008, 06:45 PM Post #148 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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((This partially a response to Jessie, and partially my way of saying 'no wai' to RE closing. I'm gonna keep posting in this RP until it ends properly, or abruptly.)) “That’s a relief, but I don’t know what it’ll do to the damaged parts of the PED strange things can happen when two different technologies fuse together, you know what I mean?” "You may have a point there, Joey, although my gear's never glitched out completely in the past, and I doubt it will now." T'kran paused, however, watching his armor cautiously. Satisfied that everything was working fine, he looked up again, rubbing his forehead as that headache bothered him once more. Sighing at the doctor's response, he nodded. "You're right, of course. Even though I hate to admit it, there is still every chance that I might become addled by that stuff, just like before. Still... this time the stuff doesn't have some twisted, psycho doppelganger of your best bounty hunter controlling it." Looking at his suit, T'kran smiled as the last traces of that unearthly blue glow faded, his suit managing to purge the last of the corruption. At least... the visible traces. "Judging by how passively the Phazon reacted to my suit compared to most incidents, I'd say it's simply acting on instinct now." He nodded to the doctor, he himself accepting that it'd be best if he stayed isolated for now. As long as he wasn't treated like some kind of lab rat, he'd be happy with it. He frowned at the doctor's final remark, though. "Please. Contrary to popular belief, I am more than just another trigger-happy Pirate. I have other ways of occupying myself." T'kran spoke the truth; he was old for a Pirate, now. Even though Pirates had a longer natural lifespan than humans, most of them were killed in a matter of months, or in the case of the militia castes, days, even hours. The Pirate society revolved around its massive, yet completely expendable military presence. If T'kran was still with the Pirates, he'd either be dead, or one of the rare Commanders. Neither, he had to admit, sounded very promising to him. His head rose suddenly at Joey's idle murmuring. "Careful, kid. That might not be a good idea. If the Pirates got a hold of a PED designed specifically for their build and armor..." He trailed off, thinking Joey would get the point. And now, he waited, to be quarantined, still, but nonetheless free to go about his business. |
"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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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Aug 13 2008, 02:05 AM Post #149 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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((OOC: There are quite a few autos in here, but most are minor, such as moving your character to the bridge, but it shouldn't be that big of a problem since this is mostly for the Silverado team. From here on out aboard the GFS Aquilla, you guys can explore as much as you need. Twilight, go ahead and finish up the remaining hunts with Bloodsbane and Delta on your own and catch up. You can find me on AIM or MSN [Usually ghosting] if you need any help)) The GFS Silverado began to slow down as Sigmus Aramaic loomed into view right on time according to their projected ETA. The PA system had announced their arrival, the troops getting their equipment ready as they began to board their respected drop ships. Maeda watch with Nightshade as the hunters, and Dr. Steiner, filed into her office, each equipped with their own weaponry. It was quite an interesting ride with the hunters and the crew adjusting to each other’s presence to say the least, but now, it was time to get down to business. “All right, each of you will be escorting a cadre into the GFS Aquila,” she began. “Your cadre will be your family once you step off this ship. No one is to leave any one behind. Do I make myself clear?” Nightshade, who was also in full armor, stepped up giving each a communications device. It took a while for a scrawny man like Ross to find a suit that actually fit him. Why Maeda put him through this, he didn’t know, but orders were orders. Besides, it was not like he could not pilot a fighter as he was one of the better fliers on staff. He just did not want to for the sake that he still had not gotten over one particular issue he had back in flight school, which ended up with him doing dock duty for six months. It was not his fault to begin with, but the shipmaster then was just cruel beyond words. He was just glad that it was over, but having him fly out jarred the unpleasant memory as he stomached it the best he could. “We will be using these short-ranged radios to keep in contact,” he explained, handing over the matte black handheld. “The Silverado will need to stay here to stay in contact with HQ. You hunters may take your own ship, if that makes you feel more comfortable, especially with data backup and repairs. As for your team, Dr. Steiner, we have prepared a special drop ship to accommodate your armor suit experiment.” The rear admiral looked at her second-in-command and nodded as a blueprint of the GFS Aquila appeared on the holographic podium. “Each of you will be sent with your own cadre of seven marines and two investigations personnel to various sections of the ship,” she said. “Faulias, you will be escorting your team to the communications room and see if you can find out what happened on the ship. No doubt, there should be records still aboard if they didn’t take the hard drives. Kyle, you will be taking yours to the research area. Chances are, some things might have been stolen and we need to know what. Twilight, I want your team to sweep the reactor core and the corridors for any clues that our attackers might have left that could help. Travis, you and Curon will be heading down to the cargo hold to see if anything has been taken from there. You will have two PED units each, Travis and Curon’s team have four since the cargo hold is probably the most dangerous place as it was holding Phazon crates. Their suits will be able to withstand the radiation, so use them to your advantage if you see any large quantities of the material that might have been spilled during the attack.” The docks were highlighted across the exterior, the main ones used for the mission highlighted in red. “Faulias, you’ll be landing on Docking Bay 6; Kyle, you’ll be taking Docking Bay 15; Twilight, you’re on Docking Bay 25; and Travis, you’ll take Dock 32 with Curon. Our fighters will be escorting you to the bays, so no need to worry about defending your drop ships if you are under attack. You guys have ten minutes to prepare your ships and launch. When the signals are given the drop ships will also head out.” Ross looked at Maeda as he affixed the gun into its protected holster. “Which one did you want me to go with?” he asked. “Actually, I need you to check something for me…” she murmured as she picked up her datapad. “Federation HQ just sent me word that Captain Falcon has not returned nor has he sent any transmissions to HQ since he set out. It was last heard that he came here to search for her. He might still be in the system. I want you to take five fighters with you and check this entire area out. I want a full sweep of the place. If he’s not here, then we are in big trouble.” “Why’s that? We could do this mission without him.” She turned to look at him. “Think about it, Ross. The information in the Federation database is outdated by three years now. Who knows what other armaments she has been stockpiling, not to mention what technology she is using?” “I understand, but couldn’t we find her allies, in particular Galaxy Police’s High Orbit department, and ask them what they have in their database?” “That’s the thing… Intel did so, but the data found there matches what we have here, and that’s the most current that they have…” “So… She’s hiding her weapons stash. You know, I wouldn’t blame her for that… I mean, I bet the hunters here even have their own shady armaments that we could have easily confiscated.” Maeda sighed. True that any of these hunters she was working with would have a personal stash of unmentioned weapons, but this only made things more dangerous for everyone, the hunters included. She paced quietly. “Look, I just want you to see if you can find Falcon… He is our only way to finding her…” “I understand, admiral. I’ll do my best.” He pointed to the five pilots that were having their coffee and led them to the hangars, where six sleek gray and black jets rested, prepped for takeoff. He boarded the one at the very front and looked up at the dockworkers as they ran one final diagnostic before giving him the green light. Within minutes, six fighters had been jettisoned, followed by eight others. They floated in space for a while before the first six peeled away. “All right…” Ross’ voice chirped over the private channel. “I’m sending you images of what the Falcon Flyer looks like. If you guys see the ship, do not engage it in any way. We are unsure what condition the pilot is in, so do not make any sudden judgments when found. Alert me ASAP.” |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Aug 14 2008, 03:37 PM Post #150 |
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NOT. GIVING. UP. YET.
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(OOC: Finally, posted! YEESH that was a long time. Someone slap me the next time I get addicted to Mabinogi and Maplestory. >.>) Pyro had been thinking about this whole assignment. The local fauna around the leviathan haven't been acting up till now for some reason. Well, they have been due to the radiation, but they are more violent than usual. But they seem to have started to act up just after when the famed racer and bounty hunter, Jessie Falcon, went M.I.A. He wondered if there was a connection somehow. The lieutenant's disappearance and the local fauna's hostility must be connected somehow. The pieces of this puzzle however are still missing. Maybe they will find out more here on Elysia. Pyro caught the last few sentences between the doc and Iola. When Iola suggested she would head in by herself, Pyro immediatly ran up to her and grabbed her shoulder. Good thing he managed to recognized her heat patterns before she had a chance to morph. "Oh ho ho ho no, not going to let you out of my sight again you little horndog." Pyro said with a smirk. He let go of Iola so she could turn to him. "I'll be coming along with you. I'm getting a little more interested in what's happening here. A lot more interested. Besides, I'm afraid what will happen if you try to flirt with the locals. I heard they're quite the beasts." ------------------- Kyle paid attention to the rear admiral's long but brief briefing. “We will be using these short-ranged radios to keep in contact,” he explained, handing over the matte black handheld. “The Silverado will need to stay here to stay in contact with HQ. You hunters may take your own ship, if that makes you feel more comfortable, especially with data backup and repairs. As for your team, Dr. Steiner, we have prepared a special drop ship to accommodate your armor suit experiment.” The rear admiral looked at her second-in-command and nodded as a blueprint of the GFS Aquila appeared on the holographic podium. “Each of you will be sent with your own cadre of seven marines and two investigations personnel to various sections of the ship,” she said. “Faulias, you will be escorting your team to the communications room and see if you can find out what happened on the ship. No doubt, there should be records still aboard if they didn’t take the hard drives. Kyle, you will be taking yours to the research area. Chances are, some things might have been stolen and we need to know what. Twilight, I want your team to sweep the reactor core and the corridors for any clues that our attackers might have left that could help. Travis, you and Curon will be heading down to the cargo hold to see if anything has been taken from there. You will have two PED units each, Travis and Curon’s team have four since the cargo hold is probably the most dangerous place as it was holding Phazon crates. Their suits will be able to withstand the radiation, so use them to your advantage if you see any large quantities of the material that might have been spilled during the attack.” The docks were highlighted across the exterior, the main ones used for the mission highlighted in red. “Faulias, you’ll be landing on Docking Bay 6; Kyle, you’ll be taking Docking Bay 15; Twilight, you’re on Docking Bay 25; and Travis, you’ll take Dock 32 with Curon. Our fighters will be escorting you to the bays, so no need to worry about defending your drop ships if you are under attack. You guys have ten minutes to prepare your ships and launch. When the signals are given the drop ships will also head out.” With that, Kyle immediately went go get prepared for his suit's upgrade. He didn't like the idea of using a PED, but he may encounter things that are only harmful to Phazon. So this may be, in fact, a quite serious case. He went around looking for the room where he could get his upgrades. He had to ask a trooper for advice when he had no idea where to go. Most depressing moment of his life ever. When he finally found the room, he waved his hands at the workers and greeted them. "Hey there. I'm here for the upgrade. But just one quick questions: Needles are not included, right?" |
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