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| Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again... | |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Feb 21 2008, 01:54 AM Post #41 |
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In the area of the bunk rooms, Faulias perused around the hallways, looking for the one individual that the doc had said was on the ship. No one that passed him had bright blue eyes, so he had nothing to go on other than places he hadn't looked yet. The last room on this hall was his, so he decided to step inside. His armor was still laying on the bed, weighing it down to bowing in the middle. He decided it would be best if he put it back on, since if he found this man, there would most likely be resistance in some form. His gray robes dropped to the ground around his ankles as he stepped toward the bed, covered in a leather undersuit. First to go on were the wristguards. With such big hands, Faulias had to do a bit of forcing when it came to that part. Then came the chestpiece, which slid smoothly into place compared to the previous part. Legplates were next, which were slipped on and buckled into place without much more difficulty. Everything was hanging loosely, not as protective as one would expect a suit of armor, but it was a routine part of Faulias's getting geared up. Last were the helmet and boots, followed by the special gauntlets he used on big missions. Called the Breaker Gauntlets, they were, massive, shiny black, and spiked, for use with breaking walls, barriers -- sometimes faces -- and other things. He tapped a button on the side of his helmet, which caused a wristguard to pop open a control panel installed on it. He pressed a large green button that stood out from the others, and stood as still as possible as a whirring began to emanate from the chestpiece. A harsh, metallic voice sounded in his helmet, saying, -:- USER ID CONFIRMED: FAULIAS KHAYORN. AUTOMATIC ARMOR COMPRESSION ACTIVATED. -:- The hissing grew louder and louder until the suit came together in one giant pop. The compression locks now engaged, he was ready to go. Since he had scoured the bunk rooms, he decided to see how Travis was doing. Cracking his knuckles beneath his massive armored gloves, he walked out of the room ducking and turning sideways to get out the door. Finally reaching the hallway closest to the mess hall, he heard a familiar voice cry out: "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!" "Shit." Analyzing the situation quickly and lowering the visor on his helmet, Faulias saw that Travis had been attacked somehow; his visor was cracked, and he was roaring with anger as an electrified katana-bayonet extended from his arm cannon, chasing after the man they had both been sent to look for, Keeler, whom had apparently ran past where Faulias was now. He quickly matched Travis's pace and opened up a voicelink with his suit's systems. -:- Travis, this is Faulias, I am armed and following you to help bring down Keeler, repeat, following armed to help bring down Keeler! -:- An armored glove pulled back on his now-unsheathed pistol, loading a clip into the gun. The same hand soon after pulled out his custom-modified Power Sword, igniting it quickly. It hummed and glowed with a light yellow radiance as he ran down the hall as fast as his suit would allow. Which, thanks to biotic stimulants, wasn't too much slower than without it. He opened up a final voicelink to the commanding officers on the ship. -:- This is Faulias Khayorn to the commanding officers, I am assisting Hunter Clark in pursing the culprit, I repeat, assisting Hunter Clark in pursuing the culprit! Will contact for additional backup if needed! -:- Heh. Backup. Like we're gonna need that with two hunters on one. Edited by Metamyth, Feb 21 2008, 01:55 AM.
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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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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 21 2008, 05:54 AM Post #42 |
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Corporal Hifor and Doctor Steiner, on the other hand, had been in an involved conversation in Doctor Steiner's room, both of them enjoying a hot cup of hot chocolate. Though they were a bit quiet about it, they were discussing some of the intrigues about the armor they had finished testing for the first time, pointing out some of the errors in the text manual, as well as some of the results that had been saved on Doctor Steiner's PDA, when, all of a sudden: “This is Rear Admiral Maeda,” the head commander began over the PA system. “Will all the hunters please meet me on the bridge now.” Both the doctor and the corporal looked at each other with confused looks on their faces. Did she mean them as well, or ONLY the hired Hunters? Without any other provocation, Curon rose to his feet and grabbed his helmet and rifle, running down the hall with Doctor Steiner just behind them. Of course, with the small confines of the ship, they made sure to slow down and move out of the way of anyone else in the halls. Shortly thereafter, the pair arrived at the ship. Curon stood at attention and rendered a quick salute to the Admiral. "Uh, Ma'am, we heard the announcement, and I came as quickly as I could..." Corporal Hifor said, Doctor Steiner already tapping away at her PDA, wondering why the blazes she followed Curon... |
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| ~beflexor~ | Feb 22 2008, 02:41 PM Post #43 |
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Didn't your parents tell you that? Lorrilal’s mouth became a thin line. While Pyro had meant to strike a blow to her age, he didn’t realize he’d struck a different, far deeper one, by mentioning her parents. The thought of killing him on the spot was actually considered by the girl. She settled for tightening her grip on the stool she sat on. And, for just a moment, she looked like the child people assumed she was. Because her emotions were always so subdued, Lorrilal had never had any problem with expressing them to the fullest. This time however, she knew it would be in her best interests (as well as the interests of Pyro’s insides) not to act upon them. This meant emotional self-control, a concept she knew very little about. Her yellow, glassy eyes looked into Tina’s. Tina was a being of self-control, one that, despite the situation, would never let her emotions get the better of her. It would do best to follow example. She slid off the stool, giving Pyro a deep stare for a moment, her thoughts as hidden to others as to even herself, before she shook her head for a moment, as though unaware of what just happened, before following Tina out wordlessly. She did like her dunce hat. ~ Lorrilal dug her fingernails into the skin of her apple nonchalantly before speaking. “I don’t really require sustenance, were there a strain on resources, I could always photosynthesize any of my energy needs.” She paused for a moment, realizing she was trying to avoid the Watawara’s question. “As I stated before, I will soon be seven years old, come the end of this month. I look the human equivalent of twelve, yet you all seem to be edgy of my presence. I understand that I do not have the mentality of most children my age, and that it is off-putting to many, but it is simply a part of what I am, of my race.” She opened her mouth to say more, but quickly shut it. Limited emotional capacity was not normal, even for Fae, but Lorrilal couldn’t bring herself to say it. Instead, she said something revealing, but less so. At least it was the answer to her question, Lorrilal figured. “I was recruited by some men. One of them attacked me, I retaliated. A day later he found me again and invited me to his home. He was nervous about me, but interested, like someone is interested in a gun, or a blade. They said they ‘fudged some paperwork’, I’ve heard my guardian use that term when dealing in illegal affairs. Either way, I am now an official member of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild with all the profits of this mission going directly to a third-party account for what I assume will be for their use. They sent me to these people” she gestured in a generic manner indicating the Galactic Federation “and here I am. They sent me because they knew from direct experience of what I am able to do, however, even they have not seen the extent of my capabilities. Pyro almost did though,” she added as an afterthought. She looked down at her apple, realizing she had traced a series of spiraling designs on the skin with her nails, and bit into it, the juice dribbling down her chin. “The people of this ship are hiding something from us” she said with her mouth full. “I don’t know what it is, but it is very bad.” |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Feb 22 2008, 06:53 PM Post #44 |
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The Ignored
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The reptilicus had been removed from the vicinity and Al'An returned to the main building. The convoy was safe, after making its stop near the fiery airdock minutes prior. Al'An was impressed with the pack hunting tactics of the Reptilicus, and had been trying to think of a strategy that would break a pack the way a searing hot iron bar shatters a block of ice. After entering the building he met with Lieutenant Commander Holden, who was apparently frightened by Al'An, as he kept his distance slightly. Al'An saw him give a slight salute.In response, Al'An's arms bolted in front of his chest in an X pattern, and an instant later shot back to his side, in a Wennesh millitary salute. “Admiral Sandoval congratulates you on a job well done with protecting the base on such short notice,” Holden said, tilting his head back to actually see Al'An's head instead of his torso. “It was very much appreciated, especially against these Reptilicus Hunters.” "The Reptilicus may be primitive but they know how to wield relatively advanced weaponry. It would've been more difficult had they actually gotten a chance to use their weapons," Al'An spoke in a digitally-masked, growling hiss. The Wen continued to his ship and checked the status of the Bahamut, and noticed that it would arrive in less than a day. Finding nothing better to do, he wandered back outside and decided to explore. His ship flew slowly and silently across the sky, eventually reaching the fiery airdock. There were more things here that he had not yet seen. As he meandered through the fiery halls of the refining station he noticed that the place was completely devoid of Reptilicus. The Reptilicus were always here. Al'An eventually realised that the Federation's presence on Bryyo must've scared them off. Al'An continued to explore, and killed time by trying to see how many crevices he could fit into. After an hour of mindlessly killing time, he returned to his ship and returned to the federation outpost. He was positive the Bahamut would arrive soon. |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Feb 22 2008, 07:49 PM Post #45 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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-:- This is Faulias Khayorn to the commanding officers, I am assisting Hunter Clark in pursing the culprit, I repeat, assisting Hunter Clark in pursuing the culprit! Will contact for additional backup if needed! -:- Maeda looked up as both the doctor and the corporal entered the premise. She had just caught the message that Faulias had sent on the CO frequency, causing her to worry as to how such a tight mission had suddenly created a loose seam. With Harrison telling her about who seemed to be a stowaway, along with the reports of a Phazon-affected man aboard her ship, this would certainly not look good for anyone. She was worried about the men and women he had probably infected with the radiation. For now, she had to count on her PED team and the hunters to shut the man into quarantine until they could find out what was going on. Her lips were a thin line as the two stepped forward. “Uh, Ma’am?” Hifor began. “We heard the announcement, and I came as quickly as I could…” “Doctor, Corporal…” Ross acknowledged. “It seems that there had been a breach in the cargo area and we need you to make sure that your belongings are secure, as well as your men. I would advise that you go see Dr. Harrison at once to make sure that you guys have not been affected by the radiation.” “There is an apparent stowaway,” Maeda continued. “A stowaway that has been exposed to Phazon and is now seemingly exhibiting the signs of Phazon Madness… I trust that you will do your best to protect your men, doctor? I suggest that you tell your men to stay within their quarters until further notice.” She looked at the message that was coming from her PED leader. “Go ahead, Bloodsbane.” “Ma’am, we are having radiation spikes in several areas of the ship now,” his voice cracked. “We’ve already sent about twenty handlers to Doc. Harrison and the others to be treated for the minor radiation, but what’s concerning is the man. We haven’t found him yet, but Deadeye Clark last reported that he is on his tail.” “What about your men?” Ross asked, raising a brow. “I have five of them currently positioned in the cargo hold around our storage,” he replied, panting while meeting up with several others in pursuit of the fugitive. “Currently enroute to help the hunters.” Ross nodded as Maeda closed her eyes, accessing all the security cameras, especially those in the medical ward and the weapons locker. All was quiet, as she had sent several of her heavy-armed soldiers into those areas to stand guard. By now, people would know that something was up. The troopers knew that Phazon would be involved once they heard about the PED troopers coming in, but to what extent they did not know. Several who were being treated felt nauseous while others were exhibiting forms of madness. These were detained and sent to quarantine with a dose of tranquilizers while the sick ones were put to bed to rest, four patients to a nurse. The remaining troopers received warnings from their CO and returned to the barracks with their weapons in case anything happened, but for now, Maeda trusted that her PED units, as well as the hunters, could do the job of catching the rabid man. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tina raised a feathery brow as she listened patiently to the hatchling’s story. She mulled quietly as she ate a few of the grapes on her plate, spearing them with a finger talon if they decided to roll out of her grasps. Her sharp eyes caught almost every movement the child made, some she did not want to draw towards while others spoke louder than words. To her, the child had more to learn, but even she was a child herself despite her age. Compared to the universe, everyone else was still a newborn, suckling on a mother’s teat. As Lorrilal told her about the recruitment, this brought up even more concern. “One might say that the laws of using human children for labor does not apply to others…” she huffed. “But why would they ask a child of no experience to join this Bounty Hunter’s Guild? Even if these men were to experience what you did to them, such minute experiences are but the tip of the iceberg of one’s true abilities. And for one as young as yourself, you have a lot to learn, not only of your own abilities, but the abilities of others. This is how a team, a tribe, even a random group functions. They assess what they have, what they need, and how they can obtain it. But the use of a child for such a task is beyond my knowing… Even our hatchlings do not leave their nests to explore until they are eighteen years of age…” James walked in and nodded at Tina before joining with his team, talking loudly as they passed stories to each other, seeing who could make it the most realistic without sounding so boring. It was a game of wits, much like the telling of stories around the fire every night as a tribe, tales of adventure, history, and sometimes the future from the tribe shaman. She chuckled as she managed to spear her talon into a runaway grape, almost slicing it in half had her spear not been in the way. The two halves were held together by the sinews of the skin, causing them to dangle as she held it in the air. “The people of this ship are hiding something from us,” she said with her mouth full of apple after tracing several circular designs that reminded the Watawara of designs she had seen before in a temple ruin she had visited before. “I don’t know what it is, but it is very bad.” “Tell me, Lorrilal,” she cooed after consuming the two half-orbs and proceeding to a succulent white peach. “What do you intend to gain from all this…? Perhaps you have an agenda of your own? I’m sure these two men have some sort of incentive for you if they are putting you through something that is this dangerous…” She sighed as she carefully cut the fruit into two perfect halves and pulled the pit out in one swift movement. “I sometimes wonder if they know that they put you at a very heavy risk…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Sir!” “Yes, ensign?” “We will be at the Bryyo main Federation Base soon, about thirty minutes now.” “Very well… Tell everyone to get ready and that the hunters are allowed to roam within the vicinity as they please until it is time to go.” Vice Admiral Webb sat at the command seat while Commander Zimmerman stood next to him. "Time flies when you find things to amuse yourself with..." he murmured. Commander Zimmerman raised a brow as she heard Webb's orders. “You sure that letting those three brutes run around freely is a good idea?” The admiral chuckled as he pulled out an unlit cigar and placed it in his mouth. “Don’t worry, Shawna…” he assured. “It would do worse to keep them penned up in here. Besides, they are like wild animals. You’ve got to let them run and release their pent up energy or else they’re gonna cause more damage to us than the Space Pirates alone.” “Pardon the pun…” she coughed. Webb looked up at this comment until he realized what he said. He laughed again as he sat up, reading the reports. “Oh yes, I was contacted by the Bryyo base that we have another one to pick up before we leave,” the commander continued. “Another what?” “Another hunter, even though he really isn’t one, pre se…” “What do you mean? Stop going in circles.” Shawna sighed and handed over the datapad to her superior. “Al’An Ol’Tai,” she began. “Squad Leader of the Omega Squadron, and not to mention very… emotionless…” “Explain…” “The big guy just doesn’t have much to say,” she shrugged, watching him flip through the biography and images. “Doesn’t even flinch when someone tries to taser him or something.” “Well, as long as he’s helpful, then perhaps… But why another big guy? We already have three.” “Don’t ask, but Admiral Sandoval did send him there to help with the Reptilicus infestation.” “You don’t say… The old man’s still working even when he’s not here… Anyways, tell the hunters and men to prepare for dustoff. The hunters can take their own ships to travel from place to place if they want, but make sure that they know the facility before taking off to explore.” His second in command smiled as she took the datapad away. “Don’t worry, sir, but Master Gunnery Sergeant Emily Jayone on the job for that one,” she replied, pulling the unlit cigar from the corner of his mouth. “Seems that she isn’t afraid of them, so she’s the perfect candidate to take them on a tour.” The admiral glared at her as he playfully tried to grab it, but she was well outside his reach. “Hey… Give it back, commander…” “You know the rules, sir… No smoking on deck… And no tobacco also… Besides, wouldn’t it be better to enjoy it outdoors? These Sweet Williams Cigars, am I correct?” Webb could only laugh as he stood up, pointing to his COM engineer to send a message. He held out his arm to the lady, and the two proceeded down to the main hangar, checking the place for good order themselves before they were cleared to dock. “All hunters, please prepare for departure in twenty minutes,” the PA crackled. “We will be arriving at the base in thirty minutes.” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 22 2008, 08:33 PM Post #46 |
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They want the phazon that's all they ever wanted they'll capture me and torture me until I tell them where it is and then they'll throw me out the airlock and take it all for themselves and Clark wants it just as bad as they do I can see it in his greedy little eyes they can't have it it's mine all mine I won't let them take it I won't I won't I won't... Keeler's thoughts grew increasingly disjointed as the Madness overtook his mind. The situation was exacerbated by the fact that he was pushing himself to his physical limits as he ran from Deadeye Clark, only adding to his mental and emotional strain. Sweat poured down his body, he was gasping for air, his legs loudly protested, and he was starting to get dizzy. Still, he pushed on, running aimlessly through the corridors, not trying to get anywhere in particular other than away from Clark. I'll kill them all kill kill kill them all I'll bash their skulls in with my fists I'll tear their beating hearts out of their bodies with my bare hands if they so much as lay a finger kill kill kill them all kill kill kill them all... He ducked into a room and slammed the heavy door shut, barricading himself inside. It looked to be a storage area, full of shelves lined with boxes containing God knows what. He pushed some of the shelves and heavier boxes in front of the door. He didn't consider the possibility of them blasting their way in, but given his current state of mind that could be forgiven. No sympathy for the devil here not on this boat no sympathy no sympathy... He slumped down against the far wall, finally able to catch his breath. The room spun furiously around him, and he found it nearly impossible to focus on anything. At least he was safe. For the moment, anyway. Kill the body and the head will die kill the body and the head will die... |
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| ~Twilight~ | Feb 22 2008, 10:34 PM Post #47 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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Twilight had just about gotten cozy in his pilot seat as a message was blarred over the ships com-system. “This is Rear Admiral Maeda, Will all the hunters please meet me on the bridge now.” Whatever it was from the sudden announcement it seemed important, but what could it possibly be? As was standard for him he grasped his rifle from the floor and put it in its "holster" a sort of compartement in the suit where it could sink into his "flesh". With a few quick steps and a tap on the panel on the wall the door to the "airlock" opened, whereupon he stepped inside as it was emptied of most dark atmosphere before the outer door opened. 'Alright so something is up.. I wonder what it could be.' Twilight thought as he treaded off towards the bridge. It didnt take him very long to get there, after being given a map of the ship he could easily find his way to the bridge and once he got there he noticed he seemed to be one of the first, a federation marine accompanied with a female human in white clothes that was typing something on a PDA seemed to have gotten here just now as Twilight saw the marine ease up after a salute. Twilight walked up to the side of the bridge and leaned against the wall there, thinking of waiting until the other hunters would arrive, although it seemed the Admiral decided to start early. After listening to the conversations that followed Twilight pushed away from the wall and walked up beside Corporal and the human female. "I assume I should look for this stowaway then? I know something or other about tracking phazon so I can probably find his trail." With that Twilight turned around and walked towards he bridge's exit. This was turning out to be a rather eventfull trip... He hoped nothing more drastic happened. --- "Sir, there seems to be some sort of phazon exposed fugitive onboard. What shall I do?" The man whos face was shrouded in shadows by the large hood asked into a communication device no bigger than a cellphone, but with most of it being taken up by a screen, showing the image of the white dressed human as he turned around in his large automated chair. "Hmm... If he has been found there is but a matter of time until he is captured, continue with your mission but if he gets in your way, capture him." After that the connection was cut once more. "Yes sir" the cloaked man said to himself as he walked off along the corridors of the Silverado. The message that came from the Rear Admiral should make all hunters go there, so he decided that it was time to act now. However not hurrying as he didnt want to attract more attention than necessary. After a few minutes of walking he came up to a row of living quarter doors, after which he pulled up the communications device again and pressed a button on the side, making a map appear on the screen. "This should be it..." He mumbled to himself as he took out a small metal pad from a pocket inside his coat, as well as a black circular object which he put on the lock area of the door and pressed a button on the device, only seconds after the door slid open, revealing the living quarters of Faulias Khayorn. Afterwards he put the metal pad down on the floor in the middle of the room and walked out, closing the door after him. This was going better than expected. "Now to find the next one..." ((The "metal pad" is actualy a data chip which can be inserted in some PDA's and most advanced power suits with HUD's or arm displays)) [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. Edited by Twilight, Feb 24 2008, 01:49 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Feb 24 2008, 12:13 PM Post #48 |
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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: I know it's short, but it's more or less filler to keep things moving.) Travis skidded a few inches to a stop as Keeler ducked into a room and pushed the door shut. What followed soon after was the sound of heavy objects being moved, the sound of something metal scraping along the floor and finally clanging against the door. Then another... and another... Keeler seened to be moving something in front of the door. "Well crap, he's barricaded himself in..." He said aloud to nobody in particular, now beginning to performing a scan on the door. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 24 2008, 02:13 PM Post #49 |
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Doctor Steiner and Corporal Hifor nodded in unison, and after being dismissed from the Admiral's presence, immediately went to work. Of course, the 11 soldiers from Rogue had the same idea as they had, getting to the bridge when the announcement had been called, but they had been a bit later then the duo, but at least it saved them the trouble of finding them. Doctor Steiner immediately filled them in of the situation and told them to go stay in their quarters until further notice. The team oblidged, though Corporal Hifor and Doctor Steiner made a beeline for the Cargo hold. Luckly enough, (when they were finally able to gain entry), they were able to at least check up on the Wraith Power Armor's crate and ensure that it was still untouched and safe. Shortly thereafter, Curon and the Doctor would find themselves in the medical ward, asking for Doctor Harrison as instructed. ((OOC: Sorry about the short post. X___x)) |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Feb 24 2008, 11:00 PM Post #50 |
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BURMA
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"Well crap, he's barricaded himself in..." Clark said aloud. He probably didn't realize Faulias was nearly right behind him. "He's locked himself in, huh?" he said, running up to the fellow hunter. "I'm gonna get on the comm, let the brass know the situation." He then leaned in close to Travis, so only he could hear him. If the phazon-maddened man heard him, it might not result in the best scenario. "We may need to just break this door down. This guy's a real threat to everyone, including himself..." -:- This is Faulias Khayorn, subject has barricaded himself in a room. Sending the coordinates... now. -:- |
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