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| Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again... | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 9 2008, 06:19 PM Post #31 |
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“Excuse me, sir, you’ll need to come with me. You and I need to head down to the labs. Dr. Harrison needs you… why, I don’t know, but he does… direct request from… Harm, I believe it was?” Keeler looked up at the armored figure who had spoken to him, and it took him all of a second to recognize the suit as that belonging to Deadeye Clark. Scheise! His first thought, after the silent profanity, was that he had been caught. Why else would Clark, of all people, be sneaking up behind him like that? They'd found him out, and now they'd confiscate his detonator and he'd spend the rest of the trip in the brig. And then he'd be shipped off to some penal colony at the ass end of the galaxy, soon to be unhappily married to a 300 pound outlaw named Bubba. Then again, if he had been made, why the act? Why make up a story about a doctor? That didn't sound like the Travis Clark he knew. If he truly had been found out, Clark wouldn't have bothered with the niceties. He'd have dragged him away by the scruff of the neck and be tickled pink about it. So there must really be a doctor wanting to see him. But why? that was the question. "Was ist los?" Keeler asked. "I do not feel sick." "You probably just missed a physical," Chief Aziz said. "That has happened to me once or twice. It's not a big deal, you'll just have to go in ASAP." "Perhaps." Keeler looked up at Clark again. His eyes had momentarily stopped glowing, but they were still an unnaturally brilliant color. Either way, he had not yet become aware of the effect they were giving off, much less that anyone had picked up on it. "Very well," he said. "I shall go with you to see Dr. Harrison right away." Keeler rose from his seat. It could still be a trap, he thought to himself, but it was best to comply and not make a scene. He only hoped that it wasn't. That they still had no idea who he was, and that no one had discovered the phazon. His phazon, he thought. His... and nobody else's. (OOC: "Was ist los?" = "What is the matter?") |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Feb 10 2008, 12:15 PM Post #32 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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“Turns out the Federation has an old repair bay down on the planet. From what I gathered it’s got upgrade facilities as well. Not sure if it still works, but… worth a shot. I myself could use a little extra firepower for my ship. The highlighted regions are where Phazon radiation’s been recorded. One room in particular’s positively cooking with it. If we’re going to do this, we’d better be careful about it. I'm pretty sure the death of the Leviathan stopped it from spreading, but there's still a lot sitting there.” “And you’re right in saying so,” came a gentle female voice from behind. “Sorry if I startled you, but I couldn’t help overhearing you when I passed by.” The hunters turned around to see who was talking, Titus thinking it was the crazed, stiff-necked Commander Zimmerman, but instead, a woman no older than her late twenties, perhaps early thirties, stepped into the training room, only wearing the standard workout set issued by the Federation. Her short cropped hair make her look more male than female, but despite that, her burgundy eyes said otherwise. “Master Gunnery Sergeant Emily Jayone,” she introduced, giving a casual salute with a smile as she approached the three. “I’m the PED squad leader for the GFS Bahamut. How do you do?” “A pleasure…” Titus purred as he bowed slightly. “Well, we are quite well. Just talking about Bryyo and what we might find there.” “Yeah, I can see you’re talking about the old Fed dock we built there a long while ago,” she replied, looking at T’kran’s map. “Don’t know if we even use that one any more, or if the Reptilicus and local inhabitants have taken over. We use the newer base that’s been established closer to the site of the Leviathan Seed, the old Pirate base if you will, but looking at this map, these areas that are highlighted…” “T’kran says there are Phazon readings in those areas,” Bijou pointed out, intrigued that the woman was not intimidated by their presence. “Do the people working there know about this?” “Probably… From what I know, they cleared out most of the parts that are not around the Seed within the first year or two of arrival, and started to work on the Seed itself the year after. It could be that there’s a minor source that is leaking into these rooms that they don’t know about, but I’m sure a check will do no harm.” “Which begs the question, have you seen any of these Reptilicus around?” Emily tilted her head to one side and thought for a bit. “You know, rumor has it that there was a tribe living near the seed before they were chased away by a platoon of PED troopers led by PED leader Sergeant Major Harm Bloodsbane, father of First Sergeant Harmon Bloodsbane, who’s aboard the GFS Silverado.They said it was quite a challenge, but eventually got the lizards to flee for their lives. Granted, I would’ve hoped for a more diplomatic approach, but that did not end so well when one of our squad leaders was taken down and skinned alive before being boiled in a Fuel Gel spring…” Bijou stepped back in disgust, as Titus looked at the dead pirates his acquaintance had pulled up earlier. “Quite barbaric…” the Kerichoan growled. “Quite barbaric…” “The Reptilicus still exist no doubt since we still have bouts with them time to time for territory control, but they can’t really do much damage with their technology. You know, if it makes you feel any better and assured, I can send a trooper or two to escort you while making a visit to the planet. After all, we can’t be too careful with this planet, especially with those lizards…” She pointed to a deep scar in her shoulder. “Got that one from one of their whips through the armor I was wearing. Not really a fun thing to deal with. Besides, I’m sure you would appreciate the backup when things get bad.” |
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| ~Kid Hunter~ | Feb 12 2008, 04:17 PM Post #33 |
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NOT. GIVING. UP. YET.
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(OOC: Sorry if this took too long to post. Finally had the time to do it.... okay, I did it during American History. I WAS BORED!) Pyro's eyebrows twitched when Lorrilal flat out said that he got his ass handed down by Kid Hunter, also known as Kyle Ovirrica, which sadly is true. Pyro used to be a dangerous criminal back then with a noticable rep and position in the Pirate Fleets, until his leader, Kala Azar, decided to land on the planet Sylphiria, where he would meet his match. He didn't expect a single kid would defeat a whole crew of pirates and their leader, especially their weapons and the creature Kraid, which they had revived by using the same technology they used for Meta-Ridley. Biggest embarrasment of his career ever. Even the following defeats he got from Kyle weren't as bad as the first one. Well maybe except the time Kyle knocked him into a sewage drain on Rogue. Took months to get the smell off. MONTHS! Pyro took a deep breath before he began to speak again. "Children shouldn't get involved in other people's business. It's rude. Didn't your parents tell you that? Besides, classified information. Need to be 18 or older to get the gist of it." Pyro walked towards a wall and leaned on it. If this kid tries to provoke me again, I don't even know if I'll be able to keep my cool. He thought, tapping the hilt of his blade with his finger. Edited by Kid Hunter, Feb 12 2008, 04:28 PM.
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The Kid Hunter is now the Warrior of Light. Colleen Noriko - Cactuar Server - Final Fantasy XIV | |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Feb 17 2008, 06:35 AM Post #34 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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“And you’re right in saying so. Sorry if I startled you, but I couldn’t help overhearing you when I passed by.” T'kran turned on a heel to look at the woman, and smiled a little. Though he wasn't really one to comment on females, as his race was, as far as he knew, single-gender... ...he smirked when he heard her introduction. It was refreshing to see a female lead in a male-dominated organisation such as the Marine Corps. "Nice to meet you. You probably heard about me from the higher-ups already, but I guess an introduction's in order. Name's T'kran." The ex-Pirate nodded to Titus' comment, and tilted his head as the sergeant spoke, shifting his weight onto one foot for a moment. "I see.... well, that's where this comes in." He pointed out a greyed-out area of the map. There were chambers visible, but apparently no data was available onw hat was in or around them. "From what I gathered, these areas have a lot of magnetic ore in them that's preventing any detailed scans. Maybe the Phazon's seeping in from there..." He chuckled then. "I'm sure I could use some backup. It's all well and good having weaponry, but it's not going to do me much good if I get overwhelmed before I can use it." He stood up straight and nodded to the three of them. "Well... I'm pretty worn out after all that training, and I might as well pass some time before we arrive. If anything urgent comes up, I'll be in my ship taking a rest." And with that, he left the training room. ----------------------- T'kran's nap wasn't a peaceful one like he'd hoped. His dreams haunted by flashes of bright blue light... an insidious humming noise... Somewhere, deep in T'kran's subconcious, a part of him awoke to find itself on a lone island in a sea... ...a sea of Phazon. "Wh....where am I?" A figure began to rise out of the Phazon... himself? No.... wait... it was him. But something was wrong... the eyes were blue... and it's body was covered in pulsing blue veins... And it laughed. Nothing else. It just laughed endlessly, in a distorted, vicious mirror of the Pirate's own voice. "NO!!!" T'kran shot bolt upright from his bunk, drenched in sweat and panting. "No..." he repeated, his voice cracking. Letting out a pathetic groan, he hid his face in both hands, shuddering. "N...no... it won't... happen again... I won't go back there..." T'kran spent the next few hours just sitting there, in a state of partial shock, staring off into space. For the first time in his life... he was scared. He was utterly terrified of becoming that monster again. And something, somewhere in his mind, had broken. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 19 2008, 05:57 PM Post #35 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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(Huh... german.... why does he sound so familiar?) Travis thought, keeping a stoic facade as he pondered the crewman's apparent reaction of suprise. For some reason, the man's voice jogged Travis' memory a bit, but he couldn't really think of a reason why that would even be signifigant; after all, the man could simply be from Germany for all he knew. Still, it bothered him... ( Something isn't sitting right here. I should probably stick around and get a look at this guy's face just to be sure... ) The hunter said nothing as he escorted the crewman down to the labs, his armorsuit heard clacking upon the corridors as he passed through. Travis was still being careful that he didn't give the man a hint that he, a bounty hunter, was mentally eyeing him like a hawk. After all, if this man *did* have something to hide, he didn't want to spook him. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 20 2008, 06:21 PM Post #36 |
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Native Son
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"So why exactly does Dr. Harrison wish to see me?" Keller asked as he followed Travis through the corridors. "Did he give you a reason? I don't mean to sound curt, but after all, it is my health that is in question, and I believe I have a right to know what is going on." He eyed Clark with an uneasiness, watching for anything that was in the least bit suspicious. One false move, and he would spring into action. True, he was no match for Clark while the bounty hunter was fully armored, but the technological marvels that were his arms at least gave him a puncher's chance. And, if the situation proved to be hopeless, there was always the detonator. If he was going down, he'd take everyone else with him. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, though. Hopefully, this was all on the up and up, and it was just a routine visit to the doctor. But his mind wouldn't let it go. This had to be a trap of some sort. Of course, his ideas on the nature of said trap were almost totally wrong. Even though Keeler wasn't one of those in the know, he had a powerful suspicion that, whatever it was they wanted to talk to him about, it had something to do with phazon, specifically the batch that he had brought with him on board. However, what they actually wanted and what Keeler thought they wanted were two different things. No, scratch that. Three different things. When Clark had first approached him, Keeler's initial thought was that they had discovered his phazon charges and they were about to make him pay the price. Right now, just a few minutes later, he had an entirely different notion in mind. He was becoming increasingly less concerned about his immediate fate than that of the phazon. They've found it and they're going to take it from me. They want it for themselves. They can't have it. It's mine... all mine. The blue glow returned to Keeler's eyes, this time even brighter than before. His fists clenched, as did his teeth, and he emitted a low, almost inaudible animal-like growl from his throat. He was barely aware that any of this was happening, being as focused on the phazon as he was. He should've seen it from the beginning. All the whispers he had been hearing about phazon since he had stepped aboard the ship. This mission wasn't about rescuing Jessie Falcon, he realized. She was just another expendable pawn in the government's scheme. No, this was all about them getting their greedy little hands on as much phazon as they could. Phazon that rightfully belonged to him. "You can't have it," Keeler said, looking Travis directly in the eye through his visor. His face was now clearly recognizable, despite his glowing eyes. "It is not yours to take." Without warning, he lunged at Clark, grabbing him by the back of the neck and slamming him face first against the wall with enough force to crack the hunter's visor and knock him unconscious. Then he sprinted off down the hall without pausing to see whether or not Clark was in fact out cold, not caring which direction he was going. They weren't gonna take it from him. They'd have to kill him first. |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Feb 20 2008, 07:03 PM Post #37 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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Though both Iola and Tina were not familiar with this gesture that Pyro did with the cone labeled ‘dunce,’ the Lunamorph found some amusement while the Watawara only saw it as public ridicule. “I don’t see how this is supposed to discipline her,” Tina chirped. “She just sits there?” “Apparently so,” Iola replied. “It’s like how humans sit their kids in the corner when they do something bad. It’s also like public ridicule to force the kids to remember not to do it again, or they end up with the cone on their head again, sitting where everyone could see them.” The feathers shifted slightly as she moved her spear from her left to her right hand. She had never seen or heard of this before, not even on her travels. Perhaps it was more than just humans that were quite strange to her. Then again, the universe itself was a whole mystery of its own. “Huh… Strange way to discipline… Were we to have one who disobeyed, they were not given their meals and had to work throughout the day.” The admiral, even though he found a tiny hint of laughter from it, became serious almost instantly. He folded his hands behind his back as he looked over each hunter. “Well, whatever it is, you can take the punishment somewhere else,” the admiral replied as he began to step out. “This is a workout room, not some kindergarten classroom…” He disappeared out the door, leaving the four standing there. Tina took the cone and gave it to Pyro. “I think that’s enough ridicule for her,” she murmured. “I don’t think that this public display is healthy for her development.” “C’mon, Tina, lighten up. Besides, it’s not like he was going to keep her here forever.” The sentinel snorted and looked at Lorrilal. “How about you and I discuss this elsewhere?” she gestured. “It would be best if we find a place away from these two… how you say… love birds…” Iola’s purple-hued cheeks flushed a bit at this, watching the two head off towards the mess hall. She stood next to Pyro in a rather flirting matter and ran a finger on his shoulder. “How about you and I find a more suitable and private place to talk, cowboy?” she giggled. “Perhaps tell me more about your life as a pirate? I’ve always wondered how people like you could exists maiming others as you do…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tina had found an empty table and placed her spear on it before pulling a tray and picking up something to eat for both her and the Fae. She gave a slight smile as she placed one before the child and sat in front of her. “So, what is a child like you doing here exactly…?” she asked while peeling her fruit. “Such a job for one so young as yourself is highly not thought of.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harm had a few of his men fan out to search for the particular cargo holder when he ran past one of his men who was scouting the cafeteria. “Harm!” he called out as he ran over, bringing his voice down to give his report. “I just talked with Chief Aziz and he said that Travis got a hold of him. They should already be on their way to Harrison’s place.” “All right then. I’ll head down to see if they’re there. In the meantime, keep the guys from Rogue occupied with something, maybe take them to the training room and show them a few things, eh?” The trooper smiled slightly evilly. “With pleasure, sir.” The PED leader made his way down to the medical ward and stepped in, finding Harrison concentrating rather hard at a computer screen. It was a clean ward to say the least, with its usual armament of tools and medicines for all sorts of wounds and infections. However, if there was one thing that bothered Harm the most about coming in here was the needles. He hated needles with a passion. Hell, it even took at least three of his men once to pin him down to inoculate him with a tiny dose of a mutagen mixture to help him stave off the madness caused by their source of energy in their suits: Phazon. But Harrison had found other ways to give him medicines without puncturing the skin, which gave much relief to the alpha. “So, did you find him?” the doctor asked as he continued to mess with the focus on his microscope after hearing his footsteps approach him. Harm leaned against the counter and picked up one of the test tubes, balancing it on his forefinger without the doctor’s notice. Harrison glared at his as soon as a pinpoint of light reflected from the surface and into the corner of his eye. “Travis is bringing him down, so they should be here any minute now,” he replied, grinning as he was amusing himself with the various instruments. “That’s good. The sooner we get this checked, the sooner I can stop worrying…” “Worry about what, that you’ll be infected with Phazon poisoning?” “Not me… The guy… Even with the tech we have to help prevent it, I’m a bit surprised that you said a cargo handler touched it.” This caught Harm’s attention as he caught the tube before it fell. He knew that moving the cargo would mean there would be some exposure somehow, but this was news to him. “What do you mean?” “According to the roster I received from Rear Admiral Maeda, it says that all of them were cleared of any Phazon exposure…" Harrison explained as he pointed out a stack of papers with lists of names. "None of the workers were allowed even on the ship unless they were cleared through Admiral Sandoval. The only ones that are even exposed to Phazon are you and your team. Not even the handlers were exposed to the stuff when they moved the crates. It was just impossible with just how secure it was.” This bit of information swam in the leader’s mind for a while as he mulled over it. Only 10 people were supposedly the only ones to have a very slight Phazon radiation signature while the others were null. This meant that they had a rampant running loose, and they would have to catch him ASAP before anyone else was infected somehow. “Does the rear admiral know yet?” he asked, his heart starting to pound in his chest. “No, I found out about this just now after looking through the lists.” “All right, we’ll try to keep this hush then… I’ll alert my men to have their bodysuits on while you tell the rear admiral about your find. Hopefully, I’ll run into Travis and make sure that he’s ok.” “Right.” The squad leader stepped out of the room as he tapped the COM unit attached to his collar. “All PED units need to put on their bodysuits under their jumpers. There is a possibility that we have a live one. Go as discreet as possible. Apprehend anyone that seems suspicious…” “And the hunters, sir?” one chirped. “We’ll alert them if we need them.” He ran up the flights of steps and to the mess hall before he started to trace the steps that the others said they saw the two take. This way and that, he wove through the corridors, only to hear a heavy crack, followed by what sounded like a heavy bag of metal falling. He followed the sound until he saw one of his other men standing there, helping the fallen up. “What happened here?” he demanded. |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Feb 20 2008, 07:07 PM Post #38 |
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The Ignored
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(OOC: Enter Qualanx, bringer of a hideously short filler post, now marking his involvement in this RP. Warning: Involves the doom of many Reptilicus.) A tall figure stood in the center of the large, triangular Temple of Bryyo, atop a crate of Phazon that had been transported there from the seed. This figure was Al'An Ol'Tai. He had been one of the first to be dispatched to Bryyo to help remove Phazon from the seed. He was Wen, and he was strong. In one swift motion he leapt from the crate of phazon and landed on the grated floor, receiving a tidbit of info that a group of Reptillicus were making their way towards the Temple from the remains of the east Shield Generator. Al'An bolted across the Temple at a great speed, ran through the door (which almost didn't open in time) and realised that he had gone the wrong way. The shield remained in place, protecting the large area beyond from anything that tried to enter from that specific point. Al'An backed out of the room, clearly aware of his folly (created by a lapse of thought) and leapt up the crates of Phazon to try and find the beasts. He saw them, running in a pack towards him. They didn't realise he was there yet, but they would. When one of them had Al'An's Meteor Hammer lodged in its skull. He used the Meteor Hammer somewhat like the Grapple Beam, and managed to get atop the first wall and saw the Reptilicus climbing over several thorny mushroom-like plants. Al'An leapt to a better position and began whirling around, building up momentum to hurl the Meteor Hammer into something. In a series of graceful swooping and arcing motions, Al'An proceeded to project the Meteor Hammer bulb into the skulls of as many Reptilicus as he could, or at least of the foolish ones that got close to him. One especially unlucky one approached from behind, and had the Meteor Hammer plow straight through its skull. Eventually he replaced the Meteor Hammer and took out a small, serrated Chakrum. The ringlike blade was swung around in an elaborate fashion, and then proceeded to dispatch Reptilicus hunters like there was no tomorrow. Moments after all the reptilicus had been removed from the vicinity (and the phazon, but nobody was quite sure why they were after it), Al'An received a radio signal confirming that the GFS Bahamut would be arriving in orbit within the timezone of a day. (OOC: ...I think I know why I was an RPer in training for so long now.) |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 20 2008, 08:09 PM Post #39 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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(What the hell...?) Travis gawked at Keeler for a moment before he suddenly found his world spinning and the view of his visor being taken up by a wall. Almost instinctively, he reached out to stop himself from slamming into it, but it was too late... "AGH!" He cried out as he made impact, his head spinning as his world became a blur. The collision of his armor with the wall left a sperical imprint onto it, the stone now crumbled to dust and pieces on the floor. Thankfully, due to the carbon fiber muscles installled in his armorsuit, the instinctive action he had taken with his arm had lessened the impact enough so that it wasn't as bad as it could have been... He just felt really, *really* dizzy for a number of seconds, maybe a minute or two. Travis waited for his world to stop spinning in his eyes as the visor came into focus as he rolled onto his back, a man coming into focus, as well as a hand. "You alright...?" The crewman offered as he helped the bounty hunter up, the iron dreadnought shaking off the remaining disorientation. "What happened...?" Came the voice of Harm. In the moment that Travis regained full coherency, his eyes widened in alarm. "We have a dangerous cyborg fugitive on the loose! Authorize lethal force, immediately and try to block him off! I'll deal with him first!" He quickly explained as he broke into a dash down the hall. Even if Keeler wasn't up for a bounty at the moment, Travis was convinced that the man was dangerous... and besides, it seemed that the criminal's deeds were finally working to screw him over in the end, though that was a matter of if he was caught. Moving considerably faster than a man would naturally, Travis' footsteps echoed down the halls, setting the visor to track Keeler through his a beacon on radar via the phazon he was emmitting. Travis would finally bring the man down, even though he had failed to do so that fateful night in Germany. He pressed a button, and a katana-style bayonet emerged from the side of his wrist cannon, charging with a hiss and glowing with blue energy to further empower the blade. Keeler's arms would prove a problem; and since they were cybernetic (and thus, easily replacable), Travis knew he was free to possibly hack them off, if he had to... |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Feb 20 2008, 09:27 PM Post #40 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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"We have a dangerous cyborg fugitive on the loose! Authorize lethal force, immediately and try to block him off! I'll deal with him first!" “Wait, what?!” Before Harm could get any more answers, the hunter had darted off, running blindly after his prey, or at least, that was how it seemed to the sergeant. The trooper only shrugged as an announcement went through the ship’s PA system. “This is Rear Admiral Maeda,” the head commander began. “Will all the hunters please meet me on the bridge now.” Her voice seemed so calm, but for anyone who has a shred of battle experience would know that there was a secondary feeling in her tone. Harm rolled his eyes and glared at his unit. “Go after him after you suit up and see what’s going on, Wolfe!” he commanded. “Tell the others to do the same! I’ll talk with the admiral to see what’s going on and how to do this.” “Yes, sir!” he barked, now heading towards the PED armory as he tapped the COM for his units only. “All units get your gear on. We have a dangerous cyborg fugitive on the loose. Suspect seems to be the one that has been infected with Phazon Madness. Approach with extreme caution. Unknown how much or how long he has been exposed to the substance.” “Roger that, Wolfe. We’re heading in.” The PED leader raced his way to the bridge, running past Kyle. “Oy! You! The rear admiral wants us on deck now!” he shouted. “You deaf or something?” Two more PED troopers met with their leader, handing him his gear as he put them on while in motion. It was not that this was anything new since he had done this once or twice during his training, especially when he woke up late. By the time he reached the bridge, he was out of breath, but after a quick breather, he was able to calm down and approached the two commanders in an orderly fashion. “Deadeye Clark won’t be here with us at the moment,” he reported, now holding his helmet under his arms. “He’s gone after the madman, and I have seven others also tracking him down.” “And the other hunters?” Ross asked, raising a brow. “What about them?” “I ran into the Winged Hunter, so he should be here soon. Twilight I didn't see, but let's hope he heard the message. As for Faulias, I hope his old age hasn’t affected his hearing… yet…” he replied, tapping the side of his head with a gloved hand. “In the meantime, what do you want me to do, ma’am?” “Rendezvous with your team,” she ordered. “I want you to work with the hunters and apprehend this person. Take him down to quarantine and then question him after he gets some treatment. Perhaps even afterwards, we send him straight to jail when we head back to Federation HQ.” “What about those that he’s come into contact with?” one of the troopers asked. “There’s no doubt that they have been exposed to him to some degree.” “Get the doctors and have them check all the men for any signs of radiation. If there are any, I’m sure Dr. Harrison will be able to handle it, especially if it is a small amount.” Harm turned to his two units. These two were his two secondary leaders in the case that he went down. They were the most trusted out of the group, meaning that they would be next in line to be promoted and lead their own squads when the time came. “All right, you heard her,” he growled. “Find the man and beat him up good before we drag his carcass to the slammer…” “Sir. Yes, sir!” “I’ll wait here for the hunters to arrive,” the commander said as she looked at the map of the GFS Silverado. “I wouldn’t want them to go into the fight just yet, as this might cause much alarm.” “Good idea, ma’am. We’ll work as fast as we can. If we can’t detain him, then just pray that the hunters will be able to step in when needed.” He grunted at the two and the trio filed out, now actively hunting as they prowled the corridors, sweeping each room carefully before heading into the next. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On Bryyo, Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Pasquale Holden sat in the command center, the large view screen projecting an image of each of the brass currently at Federation HQ. He had been conversing with them ever since their backup had arrived. It had been a while since the Reptilicus had decided to launch an attack, and when they did this time, it certainly overwhelmed them. “…You don’t have to worry,” he assured. “The help you sent over is more than enough to settle down the Reptilicus tribes that have been raiding the tram stations.” “I would certainly hope so since Al'An Ol'Tai is an Omega Squadron Leader,” Admiral Sandoval replied calmly. “He is one of the best, but don’t you dare overwork him. He is only there until the GFS Bahamut lands, which should be within a day, your time.” His second in command, Lieutenant JG Marcus Simone, came in with a datapad with the hourly reports. “Yes, I know, sir,” he answered without looking up. “Hmm… According to this, we should be able to ship at least a ton or two.” “Are the mines running dry yet?” another on a monitor asked. “Actually, no… You see, we have recently noticed that there are veins of Phazon hiding within the Bryyonian ruins, even liquid pools in some of the chambers that have been sealed off due to pirates retrofitting the place for their own needs.” This was true. When the arrived to excavate the area, they had learned that there were corridors that had been sealed off due to damaged foundations, or even cave-ins. According to a map they had found, there was more to the ruins then they had originally thought, leading to the theory that there would be more access ways to unexplored mines. But for now, he was content with what they had. “Also, there will be seven hundred drums of refined fuel gel being sent back with the Phazon shipment. At this rate, we will have a surplus that could go to the civilians.” “Right… Now, see to it that everything is prepared at that the hunters that arrive on the GFS Bahamut are shown courtesy. After all, they are stepping out of their way to help us. Give my regards to Al'An Ol'Tai when you can.” “Yes, sir. I will.” Each of the monitors flickered off as he stood up and headed out the door. It was a somewhat peaceful Bryyonian evening. If it did take those on the Bahamut a day’s time to reach here, then he might as well set up things tomorrow. He looked down the window just in time to see Al’An head towards the main facility after coming back from the temple as an escort for the convoy in that area. It seemed that fighting the reptiles was more work for the Wen than he had initially though, but then again, they were nothing but nasty warping lizards who knew nothing better than to lay raids on them. Why they wanted the Phazon, he did not know, but for all he knew, he had to make sure that no one else got their greedy hands on it. He approached the Wen cautiously and gave a slight salute. “Admiral Sandoval congratulates you on a job well done with protecting the base on such short notice,” Holden began, tilting his head back to get a better look at the squad leader. “It was very much appreciated, especially against these Reptilicus Hunters.” To tell the truth, he had not met anyone, or anything, this large, over eight feet tall. He was slightly intimidated by the creature’s stature, which would explain why he was keeping some distance between the two. |
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