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Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again...
Topic Started: Jan 10 2008, 03:47 AM (8,278 Views)
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A scream escaped Samus's lips as the creature's razor sharp leg penetrated her armor and embedded itself into her thigh. The warrior Ing screamed as well, though it's was one of aggression, not pain. The sharp, grating screech always unsettled her, and only made her physical agony worse.

As much pain as she was in, she retained enough of her wits to charge up her arm cannon. Just as the Ing was about to deliver the death blow by driving its other leg through her chest, she stuck the barrel right up against its knee and fired. The limb was severed, and the creature staggered backward. Samus had to grab the shaft of the light crystal, the lower leg still firmly lodged in her thigh.

Once the Ing recovered from the initial shock of the wound and regained its balance minus one limb, it reared back to charge once again. Samus hadn't been fast enough to dodge the first time, and there was no way she could make it miss now. So she did the only think she could do... fire away like a madwoman and hope that it was enough to stop it.

The creature staggered under the barrage, but it did not go down. Samus let up enough to gather a charge, then loosed it right into the Ing's huge red-orange eye. It screamed, and this time it was in pain. She fired a second charged blast, then a third. This time it went down, but it was still alive.

The hunter walked, with great difficulty, over to where the Ing had fallen. It swiped a leg at her, but by some miracle she jumped out of the way. Unfortunately, that was as far as the miracle went, as she misjudged and landed on her bad leg, collapsing to the ground right beside the Ing, which was slowly but surely getting to its feet.

By this time Samus had had enough. She gathered what she hoped would be one last charge in her arm cannon, and lay there as the creature now stood right over her. It raised its leg, and she shot up quick, stuck her arm cannon right in its face, let let loose the full force of the blast. It blew right through the creature's head, and it fell to the ground dead, slowly beginning to melt into that amorphous puddle of goo they seemed to be made of.

Samus fell to the ground as well, overwhelmed by the pain. She quickly yanked the Ing's leg out of her thigh, eliciting another scream from her. For several minutes, all she could do was just lie there in agony under the protective glow of the crystal, tears streaming down her face as her wound tortured her. Such was the price she paid for the life she lived. Occasionally, she would have to experience pain far more excruciating than any sensible person should ever have to. What made her great wasn't that she didn't suffer, but that she was able to endure it and survive another day.

Finally, she was able to drag herself to her feet. As luck would have it, the portal was not far from here. Even if she couldn't muster the strength to make it over there, adrenaline could carry her at least that distance. Once she was back into Aether, she could radio U-Mos, let him know that she was badly hurt and needed some kind of evac if he could manage it. Although, even with the benefit of Luminoth medicine, it would probably be a few days before she could get back out here again.


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Agent Nguyen closed the file he had been reading. Aran's logs from Aether were harrowing to say the least. He knew she was tough, but to see her pushed to the breaking point so many times on this mission (it had happened at least three times so far from what he'd read, and he wasn't even halfway through the logs) was unfathomable. And it created this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. If Samus Aran had barely survived the Ing, then it didn't bode well for Jessie Falcon, nor the hunters sent to rescue her.

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"That's the place," Grace said as Agent Monahan stopped the car on the side of the London street. "That's John Tyre's house."

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Monahan asked.

"We can take him. A federal agent and the Grey Fox together against one guy? I kinda like those odds, I don't care what kind of possessed alien freak you are."

"Plus backup standing by. I went ahead and notified Lord Harrington, he's got a squad of GFeds ready to spring into action if we need them. But that's not what I meant." Monahan turned to look Grace directly in the eye. "Are you ready to go back in there?"

Grace looked nervously at the Darkling's house. According to Monahan, Keeler's man had said that Tyre never left his house during the day. Fitting, she thought, for a man so demonic.

"I'm ready," Grace said. "I didn't get to be on y'all's Ten Most Wanted list by being a wuss."

"Well then let's go." Monahan cocked her pistol. It was time to strike.
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The tall shrouded being stoped upon hearing the sound of dozens of feet hitting the metal floor, both behind and ahead of it. An ambush? Possibly. The being began to walk forward once more, its heavy footsteps that betrayed its true weight echoing throughout the corridor, when suddenly a voice yelled out ahead of it, just comming in sight was a group of armored humans, Galactic Federation marines.

"Halt! Who are you and what do you want?"

The creature stoped once again, though it did not really see the marines as a direct threat, it did know they possessed weapons that could be used to hurt it. "I am Quazar, I am merely in search of mechanical devices and lore, and have heard this to be a great place for it." Quazar, the half-mechanical voice that echoed from the head area of the cloaked being sounding... Wrong somehow, like there was something much darker hidden in it. But in either case the creature had stoped moving, probably waiting for the troopers response.

The troopers began to round about while the head trooper was debating to open fire or not. "What do you want with them?" he inquired, hands on the trigger still. "You have no authority to be here in the first place."

Quazar moved his left leg back a little, then turned his upper body and head so he could look behind him, it seemed the troopers were closing in, incase they would need to fight, all the better for him as his main weapons had short range. He then turned back to look towards the one who had spoken. "I simply wish to learn, I am in search of knowledge, I did not come here to fight, but I will not hesitate to kill you all should you stand in my way." Quazar said, the voice seemingly becoming darker and more omnious towards the end of the sentence.

The trooper stepped back from the creature, both its form and voice was highly intimidating. He pressed his chin down on the COM switched and patched into the AU's system, asking what to do. After a while, the trooper turned to look at his teammates with a nod. "The AU has granted permission for you to pass, but only if a squad escorts you, for security sake..."

Quazar took slow steps forward when the trooper said he could pass. 'AU? What is that?' He thought, curious of what lay ahead. "Very well, if that is necessary to avoid bloodshed then I will comply with your terms." He then said as he stoped merely a few meters infront of the squad commander, from this close one could see small spaces in the cloak that covered the creature, and inside was what appeared to be fairly simple plates of metal, perhaps a few mechanical parts here and there, but most peculiar of all was torrents of deep red energy swirling inbetween the metal parts. "Take me there."

Twelve of the troopers pulled away from the group, six in front and six in the back while the head trooper took the lead. They were all intimidated, but they weren't going to let their guard down. It took a bit to reach the hovering island with the AU. Tina looked up at one of the monitors and saw the creature approaching with the squad and trespassor. The AU seemed to not be bothered at all, but the Watawara seemed to feel unnerved by its presence. With Lori nearby, she stood with her at the platform, waiting for this new arrival.

Quazar made no obvious gestures or threatening movements as he and the squad of marines walked through the corridors, but he could tell they were intimidated, some even feeling fear towards the slightly taller being. Without moving his head much under the cloak Quazar took in everything in his surroundings, the architecture in this place was strangely similiar to the Luminoths, yet held a difference that separated it drastically, it was hard for him to grasp it fully, but it seemed to be highly advanced. Eventually the group came to a large open area where a bridge led them towards a smaller "island" on the floating station, having already examined the planets surface plenty to know it held no interest for him Quazar held his focus on the building ahead of them, he had a feeling that was their destination. Once reaching the end of the bridge and comming to the platform itself a large door opened for the group, as two of the marines moved off to stand on the sides of it, as the rest moved in. With heavy metalic footsteps Quazar moved through the new hallway, and was just rounding the corner where the AU chamber could be found.

Tina glared at the strange being, unable to make heads or tails about it being friend or foe, but she knew better than to judge so quickly. With a spear as her only weapon, she was relying on the troopers and the AU for protection. The mechanical brain, on the other hand, was intrigued with this creature, wanting to know more about it for future references.

"And who are you?" the digitalized voice rumbled.

Quazar took in the scene before him, apparently the marines had lead him to a chamber with a large tube with a large.. Thing.. Inside it, that looked to be a combination of technology and biological matter, probably this so called "AU". In the chamber as well, on the platform infront of the large tube, was a birdlike humanoid holding a spear, and what appeared to be a small human female. Continuing to into the room Quazar stoped once he reached the base of the platform, he was unsure how much weight it could support and prefered not to take the risk.

When what Quazar assumed to be the AU asked who he was, he looked up towards the 'thing' in the tube as he moved one of his arms towards his chest, tapping the center of it once, then suddenly the cloak covering him seemed to melt into him as he was surrounded by transparent red energy for a second. Once the cloak had completely disappeared into him one could see how 'he' truly looked. From a quick glance he seemed like a construct of some sort, his body being made up of dozens of different plates and the like, with spaces inbetween where a deep red energy coursed, his 'knees' and 'elbows' was completely filled up with the deep red energy, as no evidence of metals could be seen at all. The head with which he now looked at the AU with was mostly human in shape, but was a bit too short and rounded, with three large eyes in the front.

"I am Quazar, I am a... energy being in search of technology and knowledge. I have no hostile intentions, but I will defend myself should it be necessary." The half-mechanical voice of Quazar sounded out, halfly from the head, halfly from what appeared to be the energys core in the chest, as it seemed to glance towards the spear in Tina's hands.

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Above the planet Bryyo was a single federation fighter floating around aimlessly, however the entire hull of the ship was coated in a layer of a flowing black and dark blue material, a sickly blue light glowing from inside the cockpit. The ship which had previously been piloted by a Sergeant Johnson suddenly righted itself, its nose pointing towards the planet. Abomination had found what he was seeking, a large reserve of phazon on the planet, the seed held more, but this location was more... Interesting. As suddenly as the ship had gotten back in action it flew off in high speed, the edges of the engines glowing with a blue energy.

Merely a few minutes later the fighter came through the planets atmosphere, flying at such an intense speed parts of the ship began to fall off and flames emveloped the edges. It fell like a meteor, and its target was the G-Fed base, more directly, its phazon storage.

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“Twilight, you think you can quicken the pace?” The female PED unit asked.

Twilight stared at the ground for a few seconds, as if struggling with a decision, but then he shock his helmeted head slightly as he turned towards Delta and nodded. "Alright." He confirmed as he turned right around as he walked through the room, then pointing towards a pair of larger ammo crates near the right wall. "There is one over there... Check inbetween the two lower ones." He said as he continued, turning his head to the left and stopping for a moment. "I think... Yes, theres one on that shelf over there, in one of the cans on it, I cant tell exactly which one." He continued as he started walking again, looking towards a large weapons locker straight ahead, probably a form of hold for higher yield explosives. "There is one in there too... I think thats all of them." He finished, as he turned back around. He avoided looking at any of them as he walked out of the room, not saying anything more. 'It should be obvious I have some connection with phazon to them now... But I had little choice I guess.' Twilight thought as he clenched his right fist in frustration.

A while later, Twilight found himself being called to the bridge along with the other hunters. It seemed they had finally reached their destination, and was about to be briefed in more detail about it. During the explanation of the situation, as well as assigning of duties Twilight stood by the other hunters silently, until he was directly addressed. "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." Twilight nodded in response, a slight but visible gesture, however he made no other indications of having heard or acknowledged it, as he remained silent throughout the rest of the briefing, finally turning to walk away with a quick salute towards the admiral once they were dismissed. He headed towards his own ship, it only taking him a few minutes to get there by walking.

Once inside he made preparations to lift off quickly, before sitting down in the pilot seat with his rifle laying on the floor to his left as he waited for the marines who were supposed to accompany him to send him a message of confirmation, upon which the engines of the darkly colored ship flared to life as it began to slowly lift off, before it picked up the pace and flew out of the larger cruiser, heading towards the group of federation fighters that was now heading towards the target location.

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"The target is leaving the ship, should I pursue?" The darkly clad man asked into his communications device, right now he stood hidden in a dark corner of the hangar bay, however even should it have been lit up even the trained eye would have had trouble to notice him, as a stealth field surrounded his body. The white clad man on the other end seemed occupied with something for a moment, but it only took a few seconds for him to respond. "No, if the message we left for Kayhorn was recieved it should be unecessary. More importantly, I have another assignment for you on the Silverado."
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Al'An was vaguely aware of a floating sensation. Something horrible must have happened... He had no clue if he still had his armor or not. He reached to his face. Or he would've, if his arms were not restrained.

Well, I suppose I'm still alive... he thought. He opened his eyes for the first time and noticed that the disk that ordinarily covered his face was missing. Judging from the feeling on his chin, so was a portion of his Undermask. The same feeling was not present near the rest of his face, so he figured that he had taken a nasty blow to the face of some sort and they must've cut away that material to get at a wound.

Al'An was sincerely hoping that someone would notice he was awake...

(OOC: sorry for the shortness. Just wanted to stay involved.)
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Standing in the briefing room with the Rear Admiral, Curon was wearing the Wraith Power Armor, and the sheer amount of metal causing the trooper to tower over all the other Hunters and Troopers in the room. While some may have been intimidated by the red-eyed power armor, equipped with its large Pulse Rifle and Machinegun, Doctor Steiner was calmly standing next to the behemoth, clutching her hand-held PDA, datapad, and clipboard tightly to her chest as she listened to the briefing. She had already informed Corporal Hifor that, if she would be unable to go with him onto the ship, she'd at least be able to communicate with him at a moment's notice in case something goes wrong, or in case there was a malfunction with the armor, which was highly unlikely, as Steiner reassured.

Corporal Curon Hifor, however, shifted his weight inside the Wraith Power armor as Steiner was given a small radio, causing the armored giant to exaggerate his movements and actually shift around, as if uncomfortable.

"Thank you," Doctor Steiner said curtly, looking up at the Red-eyed giant with a warm smile, as if dispelling the Corporal's unease.

"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 briefer went on, and Curon nodded, which, again, caused the Wrath Power Armor to exaggerate his movements and cause the armor to mimick him. Curon then looked over at Travis, as if to confirm with the man was there.

"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." Came the end of the briefing, which caused Curon to already begin doubting himself. Already, mental images flashed across his mind as the carnage he had witnessed, and his fear blossomed in his chest. Dr. Steiner took a quick look at her datapad and noted Curon's increased heart rate, and she looked up at him. Curon, however, avoided looking her in the eyes, as much good as it would have done her, looking up at the red, intimidating, lifeless eyes of the Wraith Power Armor. Regardless, the speaker unit piped up as Curon spoke, making his voice seem deeper and louder than it really was.

"I'll...be fine." Curon said before he slowly moved the power armor around and began walking towards the drop ships. He tried desperately to have his mind think of something else, and his thoughts fell on the voice of the little girl he had felt in his mind. Once again, he tried stretching out his consciousness, like he did before, letting his mind calm down, but the thoughts of death and destruction kept cutting in. But he did manage a glimpse...

She was...talking...to something. The image was severely blurred but...

And as quickly as the mental image appeared, it disappeared as the armor bounced after hitting a wall head-on, missing the entryway by about a foot and a half. Curon blushed in reaction as he realized he had been distracted and missed the doorway.

Dr. Steiner shook her head with worry.

Curon moved the armor away from the wall, turned it, and walked it out the door towards the dropships again, but this time, he couldn't help but let his mind get distracted as he thought about another individual he missed.

Ember...Where are you? You said you would find me, and I would find you...but where are you?
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When the orders came to attend the briefing, Faulias had just completed the works on his new suit, recently sporting the addition of a PED unit. He followed the other hunters into the briefing hall and stood silently as the brass issued out their orders.

He would be leading one of four groups into the Silverado, 2 PED units for each group (with the exception of Travis and Curon's group, who had 4). “Faulias," Maeda said, "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." Faulias nodded at her when she spoke. He began to jot down the details upon his wrist-panel as she continued speaking. She informed him he would be landing on docking-bay 6 moments later; he took that in his notes also.

When the briefing concluded, he sought out the troops he would be taking with him for the mission. They seemed regular enough; just young guns ready to get in on the action, slightly intimidated by his size. "Meet me in the docking bays in ten minutes. I'm going to grab supplies," he said. With that, he turned and began the long walk to his room.

When he got there, he opened the door and walked forward into his slightly crammed quarters. Not but a few seconds later he heard a crunch below his right boot. Looking down, he had nearly powdered a small device of some kind; it looked like it had been a communications device of some kind.

Upon closer inspection, the device itself was actually a large chip of some kind. He had personally designed the wrist data-slot on his suit, and he knew it would not fit, especially after he had warped it with the weight of his suit. He decided to pull out the central memory core of the chip and insert it directly into his suit.

Upon insertion, his suits automatic systems began scanning and processing the file.

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UNKNOWN DEVICE DETECTED. Beginning safety procedures.
Scanning for malicious code... ... ...done. Device is clean.
Scanning for remote user software... ... ...done. Device is clean.


New Message Detected on Device. Play message? [Y] N

[Anonymous Message]
Greetings hunter, on behalf of the GF we ask you to perform an extra duty during this mission. Word has reached us of the one calling himself Twilight; we believe him to be a possible threat to the mission and therefore would like your cooperation in this. Periodically from when you recieved this message you will be contacted by one of my subordinates, relay anything strange or out of place you can discover about the subject at those times. You will be rewarded for your extra services; likewise, if you betray our trust by relaying this message to others, you will be blacklisted and expelled from the Hunters guild. This message will now erase itself.


Upon his finishing reading the message, it erased itself from the memory of the device. He sighed and took out the remnants of the chip and discarded them. He would worry about this "Twilight" character after his foremost mission - scouring the Silverado for whatever it was hiding, especially anything about the Lieutenant Jessie Falcon.
"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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Lorrilal jumped up at Tina’s statement.

“Oh, I am ready now.” She said with a touch of awe left over from the AU, and a hint of fear. Her emotions were like a light and subtle blend of flavors, but mostly in water.

The Fae child felt the slightest of brushes against her mind, and smiled, knowing who it was. Her smile vanished as she felt the impact of two things at once. Once was Curon hitting the wall, however, there was a far lighter one, but all the more fearful.

Something dug its blackened claws into their connection, like someone climbing rope, and made its way over to the suited human.

Curon was about to get his request.

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No one understood reality like Lady Kathren Ember.

While her rival, Trisha, knew it to some degree. She hadn’t lived between it nearly as much, she had never been to the far side of it and back, never danced amongst what made everything what it was, never fell asleep amongst the twinkling existences of an entire world’s population.

No, there were reasons Trisha stayed inside the boundaries, she had friends, family, everything. She was a part of reality, rather than apart of it.

Ember twanged the connection between Curon and Lorrilal, noticing that it didn’t vibrate like a normal string would have, and she smiled, grasping it oh so lightly as to not cause it any harm. Then, like a child using a string to go home, she followed the further end.

When she found him, she couldn’t help but smile, the tugging upward of her cheeks feeling quite foreign as she had hadn’t truly smiled in a long, long time.

Ember still remembered the words she’d breathed on the glass of his escape pod and marked on the glass with her finger. She’d only seen them for a moment, he saw them the entire time he was in there.

I will find you.

Finally, she had.

There were too many people in the area, and a woman appearing out of nowhere would be disconcerting to all but one. She would have to wait. Until then, she would ghost him, like a guardian angel watching over someone.

When she was with him, she felt human again.
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*The Night Kestrel pulled into view of the floating Carrier, the front of the hull stained blue and dark brown. It silently pushed its way forward, the pilot doing her best to stave off the pain as the biofoam stung, like ants biting her flesh. The ship docked inside the larger, the bay doors letting itself down. However, instead of stepping out tall and strong, Jessie came staggering out, obvious that she had been wounded. She held on to the edge of the opening, trying to stand while blood still seeped through the bandage. Numerous drones quickly rushed to repair the ship, a few med droids helping Jessie as Kalos soon appeared.*

“…What happened to you?”

*Jessie growled as she held on to one of the drones as Kalos approached her.*

“Big bro…” she muttered, biting her underlip. “He attacked me…”

“What?…” *Kalos rushed over to her as the med drones helped her onto a stretcher.*

“Big bro… He attacked me! I was setting the charges, and out nowhere, he was there. I ran, but he shot back!!!”

“Grr…”

*Jessie winced as she tumbled into the stretcher, blood streaming down side of her white boot. They began to move towards the med bay, the few droids trying to patch up Jessie’s wounds, or at least try to keep it from being infected.*

“I don’t know why he attacked… I didn’t even get near him!”

“I had a feeling he wasn’t to be trusted…”

“My own brother… I can’t believe him….”

“Well….I guess we’ll have to deal with him later…we should get you better…”

*Jessie growled as the drones held her down, trying to extract the metal slug. It wasn’t long until a plunk could be heard as it was dropped on the nearby try, biofoam quickly injected as her limited regenerative abilities were kicking in. Her armor had been removed and sent for repairs as she laid back, panting as she body began to ease itself. A drone had rolled in, their stats on their whereabouts scrolling on the datapad.*

”There….feeling any better?…”

“Much, but I will deal with that betrayer of a brother when the time comes…”

”Yeah…”

*They entered the medical bay, the drones placing Jessie on a bed. She picked up the datapad and scanned the map after being tucked in, her leg slightly propped on a pillow. This was just a precaution in case her regeneration was not as stable or quick yet.*

“Only about a day before we are in Guido’s orbit…” she reported. “And within six hours of that, it will be nightfall… in which, we shall make our strike…”
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Faulias arrived in the docking bay in little time after having left his quarters. His two PED units stood outside their dropship, and came to attention at his arrival. He smiled at them as he walked over.

"Alright, you two," he laughed. "Stow the formalities, I'm not that high up in rank. Now... I want both of you alert and ready for battle from the moment you get on that ship till the moment you get back to this one. We don't know what's in the Aquila, so you need to be ready for anything. There's phazon involved, so expect that as well."

He popped open his wrist-console and began typing on it. "I'm transmitting my private-channel Vox Codes. You should get the message in a moment or two. We'll rendezvous in Docking Bay 6 aboard the Aquila." He then put a hand on each of their shoulders as a friendly gesture, but mainly just weighed the two men down unevenly. He chuckled and turned to his own ship.

Keying in a command on his wrist-slate, the cockpit popped open and the engines began their warm-up procedures. Faulias clambered up the reinforced ladder on the outside of the ship and sat himself in his oversized seat. He then closed his wrist-console as he keyed in another command on the dash of the ship, causing the cockpit to seal shut and the ladder to retract to the base of the ship. The flames from the engines were becoming more and more white, until eventually there was only a blue aura of flame around them. His ship gently floated off of the deck of the Silverado and out of the docking bay.

Faulias began coding in the instructions into his ship for the flight to the Aquila. Having the ship on auto-pilot would mean he could look around for any suspicious activity. In moments, his ship had plummeted into space, on its way to the Aquila.

Upon arrival and touchdown, Faulias attempted to send a message to the commanders aboard the Silverado.

-:- This is Squadron Leader Khayorn, I have touched down on the target. Making my way toward the checkpoint. -:-
"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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(OOC: Here goes...hope I did alright...oh, and thanks to Jessie for letting me in)

Galactic Federation Marine Captain Matthew Bito was pissed.
Orders had come in from Federation HQ reassigning him and the rest of his company. And while he was happy that he would actually get to be on a mission, the particular mission was not what he had in mind. Still, orders were orders, and Matthew had to follow them, whether he wanted to or not.

An escort job? Seriously, an escort job? Matt thought. What the hell happened to combat missions? His orders were very clear that that was indeed the case: take a platoon of Marines onboard the GFS Griffon to supplement its own Marines and escort of Hunters, while the rest of Tango Company stayed aboard the GFS Esperance, which would itself shadow the carrier on the return trip.

Personally, Matthew felt like he was being insulted, having been assigned to such a simple task. Sure, an escort job was important, but still... At the same time, however, the mere fact that Tango Company was being brought in meant it was something very, very serious, and for that, Matthew felt proud. While Tango Company wasn't a special operations force or anything of that nature, a series of higly publicised missions by the unit made the public - and a few high ranking officers - think of them as the next best thing. Of course, Matthew and his men were just normal Marines who had the luck of being thrown into the public eye in the wake of a few big successes. Still, that hardly made up for freaking escort duty!

Matthew sighed as he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, then headed off towards the Phazon mines. From asking around, he had figured out that was where two of the bounty hunters, Iola and Pyro, had headed. Working with Hunters was another problem Matthew had with this mission. Having signed up for the military shortly after the end of the Phazon War, Matthew had an inherrent distrust for most bounty hunters. It was slightly unfair, of course, but he just could get the idea out of his head that most Hunters were just after the money, not for the sake of service. In fact, he only really had any respect for four, four Hunters he knew always would be of service to the Federation: Travis Clark, Samus Aran, Douglas Falcon, and Jessie Falcon.

Having to work with a shapeshifter and an ex-pirate didn't help.

Matthew sighed again as he arrived at the mines, a recent lack of sleep clearly visible in his blue-green eyes. He was just going to have the bear with the situation. No sense in acting like Lieutenant Barrett. The man could barely sit still for a minute without complaining about something or playing with his knives. As Matthew continued his search for Iola and Pyro, a litle saying he had often used popped into his head once again: "Never send a Lieutenant to do a Captain's job." This time, however, it wasn't a comment on how he ran Tango Company. It was a concern that maybe, just maybe, Lieutenant Jessie Falcon had bitten off more than she could chew. He was worried that one of the few "good" Hunters was dead.

Finally, after what seemed like hours exploring the mining facilities, but was probably only a few minutes, Matthew finally ran across the two Hunters he was looking for. The one convenient thing about the shapeshifter, he realized, was that she was damn easy to spot in her natural form. Pushing aside his distrust for a moment of formal introductions, the six-foot-tall Marine strolled over to Iola and Pyro.

"Nice to meet you two," he said as he extended his hand toward the lunamorph. He hated lying like that in introductions, but he was good at keeping his real feelings from showing in theses situations. "I'm Captain Mathew Bito, and I have orders to accompany you on the Griffon's return trip. If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask. I trust you haven't had any problems yet?"
Once, there was a maiden...
...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world.
So she tore out her heart, and made war against it.
In victory, she sealed it in a locket,
and trapped in a casting of bronze.
"Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said.
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