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| Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again... | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 7 2008, 01:31 PM Post #61 |
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"The first bout is always the most intense," Delacroix told Jimmy, describing to him the condition the Feds had categorized as acute radiation-induced psychosis, and the Pirates simply called Phazon Madness. "It comes on slow in the beginning. You start off obsessing about the phazon, believing that it rightfully is yours and yours alone. It takes over your brain so that's all you can think about. And you get paranoid that everyone around you is trying to steal it from you. And if there's no one around you, that's okay too. You'll just hallucinate someone. "And you likely won't notice, cause you're too busy losing your mind to pay attention to these things, but your heart's running at ninety miles an hour and adrenaline is gushing through your body like a broken water main. It's not unlike an amphetamine binge. Everything is sped up. Of course, by this time, you've just about completely lost control of your mind and body. You're on auto-pilot now. "Then all of a sudden you snap. Cause this whole time, this indefinable murderous rage has been building up inside of you. It's not like your typical violent urges either. It's more primal, more savage, no pun intended. But it keeps building up and building up until finally the dam bursts, and you lash out at the nearest person or persons... and it could be anything from a quick strike to a full scale slaughter. And believe me, there's few sights in the universe that are quite as horrifying as the aftermath of a phazon-induced massacre. "Once you're done dishing out violence, however as much or as little as there might have been, you flee. Survival instinct kicks in, and of course you're still being pumped full of adrenaline, and you get the hell out of there as fast as you can. "And then you black out." Keeler's eyes slowly drifted open. How long had he been out? He had no way of knowing. He'd check his watch, but it wouldn't tell him a whole lot since he wasn't sure what time it had been when he had gone under. He took a good look at his surroundings. He was in some kind of storage room. How he had gotten here, he could only guess. Obviously he had been running away from someone or something, seeing as how the door was barricaded. But what was it? Who was it? What had happened? "When you finally come out of it - and that could take anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours, or even days - it's almost the exact opposite as before. Now, instead of being kicked into overdrive, everything is slowed down. Your head is swimming in a heavy fog, and it almost feels like you're underwater." There was a noise coming from the other side. A loud, booming echo, like an explosion. Were they trying to blast their way in? No, those weren't weapon blasts. Someone was knocking at the door. “This is Rear Admiral Maeda Ai,” a muffled voice called out from the other side. “I order you to open up right now! We have some questions for you that need to be answered. If you do not cooperate, we will be required to use brute force. Will you come out peacefully or not? We just want some answers.” "Now at this point you're infinitely calmer than you were when the Madness initially set in. You may even think that you've regained your capacity for rational thought. But that's just not gonna happen." Keeler crept up to the door. There was a crate of something or other blocking the small porthole-like window. He pushed it aside and climbed on top of the other junk to peek through the window at Admiral Maeda. "In fact, if anything, you're even crazier than before. You're just a little more organized now." "Hello, Admiral..." Keeler replied, gazing at Maeda through the glass, the blue glow in his eyes not nearly as disturbing as the crazed look within them. "My name is Martin," he said, "I have answers, and you have questions. How wonderful... perhaps they may even match up with each other..." "Every person looks like an enemy... every word sounds like a threat." "I think..." Keeler continued, "I think I would like to cooperate. Yes, I would. But I am not coming out. I know what you will do to me, I can see it in your eyes. But you seem like a reasonable person, so I will propose this deal. You will stay out there, and I will stay in here... and I will tell you everything you want to know. On the condition that you do not touch what is mine, of course. But if you try and come into this room and take me away, I will tell you nothing." "It's all just the calm before the storm. And when the storm hits... lord have mercy on the poor creature that happens to be in its path." "Do we have a deal, Admiral?" |
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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Mar 12 2008, 02:44 PM Post #62 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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((OOC: Large post I've been working on for about a week now... Sorry for the hold up... Hopefully, this will keep you guys chewing for a bit while I study... X.x)) Maeda was about to knock on the door again when she saw the man peering through the porthole. She motioned for the hunters to stand down, as well as the PED troopers, but Harm knew better and kept his slightly up in a defensive position, ready to take to the offense of needed. "Hello, Admiral…" Keeler replied, gazing at her as the blue glow in his eyes not nearly as disturbing as the crazed look within them. "My name is Martin," he said, "I have answers, and you have questions. How wonderful… perhaps they may even match up with each other..." Harm fidgeted as he looked at his men, all of them disturbed with how blue the eyes were. Since their training courses with Phazon and the protocols for handling, as well as identifying symptoms, this was the first that they had seen something this blue that was not one of their own men. In fact, judging from how the PED leader was reacting, the team had a feeling that they were not dealing with a common cargo handler who had just been accidentally exposed to the Phazon, but rather a convict of some sort with shady dealings. It was not unusual that there would be the occasional person who tried to sneak aboard these cargo ships to steal a small portion of Phazon for their own benefit, but it also was not usual that these stowaways were usually caught before the ship left, whether by checking documentations all the way to DNA matching. How this one got through was beyond them, but then again, they did not do the DNA test, something they should have done before taking off from Rogue. She placed one hand on her hip as she listened to the information this Martin gave, one of the PED troopers recording all that was being said and done for future records. She was hoping that he could come out peacefully to avoid being locked away, but at this moment, she did not really have a choice, especially with his demands. "I think..." Keeler continued, "I think I would like to cooperate. Yes, I would. But I am not coming out. I know what you will do to me; I can see it in your eyes. But you seem like a reasonable person, so I will propose this deal. You will stay out there, and I will stay in here... and I will tell you everything you want to know. On the condition that you do not touch what is mine, of course. But if you try and come into this room and take me away, I will tell you nothing." “‘Touch what is mine’?” one of the PED troopers repeated under his breath over the private channel he and his team were assigned on. “What is he talking about?” “I don’t know…” Harm muttered in reply. “Chan, Regan, I want you to search around and see if you can find any clues as to what this guy was up to. Check the security videos if needed, and whatever sources you can pull. If you do find something, don’t engage it, but alert me. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir.” Harm could only watch with nervous intent as Maeda contemplated her options. She knew that her star player would have one or two of his men to go hunt for whatever he owned, but for now, she would have to stall for time in every possible way to allow whoever Harm sent to find what they needed. "Do we have a deal, Admiral?" She sighed and motioned for the hunters and the troopers to firmly stand down and take a few steps back so that it was only she and Martin negotiating, as well as gathering information about his intent. “Very well…” the admiral finally replied, putting the safety on her pistol. “We shall negotiate with you here, but do anything funny and I will not be held responsible for what the hunters do to you.” She gestured to Kyle, Travis, and Faulias before looked at Keeler again. “So, Mr. Martin… What were you exactly doing causing trouble on my ship…? You were reported running down several corridors while several officers asked you to stop. You also failed to report for a mandatory randomly chosen medical checkup… Is there something wrong that I must know about...?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bijou was not too thrilled about their new ally brushing them off as so, as though he was far more superior than anyone in this universe. This left a bad taste in his mouth. As he, Titus, and T’kran were being led around the base by the sergeant, he nudged the Kerichoan gently. “He has quite the ego, no?” he grumbled. “Do you think that he may be more hinder than help?” Titus looked up and shrugged as Jayone pointed out the corridor to the research chambers, as well as command central. Here and there, the group woven in and out between facilities, memorizing points of interests. As soon as they had completed their tour of the place, the enlisted turned to them, her rather dark façade smiling a bit. “Well, since that’s most of the places that you need to know about, and grumpy Al’An is off on his own business in the refinery area, you are free to explore around for a bit,” she finished, stretching her arms upwards before relaxing them at her sides. “If you go to the main tram station in the eastern district, you can hitch a ride via tram to the remains of the Leviathan Seed, which should be ok with you since Admiral Sandoval did contract you guys. If you travel south of here, you’ll end up back at the docks, and you can take it to other stations on Bryyo. Try not to go too far west though. Apparently, we’re in one of the boarder areas here between life and death. Travel about 200 klicks that way, and you can expect to freeze or broil to death.” Both the Megalith and the Kerichoan were curious as to why the last direction had not been explained. It was strange. Perhaps there was something they were trying to hide? Maybe protect? “What about the north?” Titus asked. “Anything there?” “Well, we try to avoid that area as much as we can,” she sighed, looking away. “Go about 50 klicks due north and you’ll end up in territory that belongs to the Reptilicus.” “Ah… The natives of Bryyo…” Bijou said, nodding slightly as they made their way towards the hangar. “Is there a reason that we should avoid them?” “If you don’t want to keep your life, then by all means, feel free to approach them,” Jayone snorted, an obvious sign that she had bitter feelings about them. “But don’t say that I didn’t warn you. They’’ probably tear you limb by limb at the very first chance they get.” For a while, Titus was quiet until he grinned slyly. “You know what?” he chuckled, patting his sidearm as his tail flicked playfully for an old cat. “I’ll do just that…” The sergeant’s eyes widened as she heard this, staring at him in disbelief. This had to be a joke. “You’re kidding, right?!” she gasped. “It’s but a death wish to go there!” “Nope. You see, they seem to hate humans… So, what if another non-human race interacted…” “Well…” The Megalith was quite concerned at this point, especially for Titus’ well-being at his old age. He had a feeling of what the panther was thinking, but even this was beyond his mind, even if it were a joke. “Titus,” Bijou interrupted. “Are you sure that this is wise?” “I’ll be fine…” he purred, smoothing his grey whiskers. Jayone was off to the side, throwing a small fit, hopping up and down as she shook her fist. Bijou looked at the panther again, gesturing that it was best that he not have told her his plans. Titus sighed. “Ok, I won’t go there…” the Kerichoan finally sighed. “Maybe a peek, but not enter, ok?” It took a while for the PED leader to calm down enough to coherently understand and express her actions. She could only nod as she stumbled away, Bijou rubbing the back of his earthen head. “Did you have to scare her like that?” he rebuked. “You know better.” “I know,” the cat laughed as he began to head towards the hangar. “But really, I want to see what’s going on.” Bijou crossed his arms over his chest, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “All right, I guess you’ll be doing that, but don’t forget that she said that we are to have two Fed units go with us if we are to go alone,” the Megalith reminded. “Yeah, yeah, I know… They’re already waiting for me,” he replied. “What about you? What are you going to do?” “Well, maybe talk with Al’An…” he mused. “I find it rude that he pushed us away as so, especially when we were only trying to befriend him.” “I don’t know… Is it even possible to talk to him? It already looks like that he has some contempt, even with his superiors. You’d think that he was forced here without any prior knowledge, or better yet, was threatened into this.” “It’s worth a shot… You never know until you actually meet them, you know?” Titus looked at T’kran as two PED troopers stepped in, armed with their suits, as well as ready to take the jets to wherever the Kerichoan hunter was planning to go. “What about you?” he asked. “Thinking about heading to the mines or something?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You show promise though. Maybe you might become the next big thing. Possibly bigger than Samus.” The Lunamorph trilled as she laughed. Even she knew that Samus was a one-woman army. Hell, it took the whole Zebesian Armada just to put a dent into her travel plans to Zebes the first time around, at least, that was what she heard. Just thinking about how powerful she was, as well as how many units it took just to slow her down a fraction of a second was more than laughable; it was humiliating. “Really, now…” she giggled, trying to calm herself down. “Samus Aran…? I highly doubt that… She’s done too much compared to some of the other hunters I’ve run into. It’s not everyday you meet someone who takes the fight to the Space Pirates head on, let alone a human hunter. Now that is a rare one.” "I on the other hand will most likely progress differently. Call me angsty, but no one will accept an ex-pirate as trustworthy. That's a fact, not the truth. Especially with someone of my caliber." Iola flexed about as she heard this, taking note of his personality. Maybe there was more to him than it seemed. “I don’t blame them. If you think about it, since when were pirates of any form trustworthy? I’m sure they had their own code of honor, but that was within their own little section, only extending to those who joined them. Otherwise, why would they be called pirates if they didn’t find people to pillage and plunder? If you think about it, that’s all what the word means now: to attack, steal, lay siege to… You get the idea… I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if no one trusts you. Look at Tina. Took her a bit, no?” As she was about to continue her thought, two of the newer recruits approached them, now talking to the ex-pirate. She turned away for a bit until her heard the mentioning of swords. This was going to be interesting since their main target was known to be a blade master, wielding a pair of katana to be exact. Iola looked wistfully into the distance, hoping that the crew aboard the Silverado would be able to find out what happened, and where the huntress was. That was when she heard the panicking breathing of one of the rookies. She turned around, only to cover her mouth as Pyro stabbed the spaces between his fingers with a knife at an alarming rate. Sheer terror was on the young man’s face as his partner began to back off, running away as though he had seen a monster. Pyro put his blade away and let go of the guy, the victim touching his hand and shaking it, wondering if it was all an illusion and nothing more, but it was real. His hand was still intact, no cuts or blood, still alive and well. "Whoa man...” he gasped, his adrenaline levels falling. “That was... whoa..." The rookie looked at his hand again, amazed he didn't get hit at all. "That was awesome…" The trooper stumbled away, running to his comrades to tell them what had happened. Iola approached the ex-pirate in a curious matter. “You know, you should teach me that trick some time,” she jested. “Would love to do that to a couple people I know… Hehe…” Just then, a voice sounded over the PA. It took a while as a message cracked over the speakers. “We will be arriving at Elysia within five hours,” the commander’s voice chirped. “Please be sure that everything is secured before we dock.” The Lunamorph smiled. “Well, about time!” she shouted happily, already tired with the metal-to-metal setting. “Looks like I have a few things to check up on. I’ll meet you later!” With that, she shifted into the form of a cheetah and bounded out the room, giving several officers a scare as they were caught by surprise. |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 13 2008, 06:52 AM Post #63 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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((Sorry for the shortness...)) T'kran had landed long before the other ships had even entered the atmosphere, and had to wait around in the landing bay for them to arrive. Once they did, he went off with them to the base. He had sort of phased out of concentration, taking in the words of Federation grunt, commander and hired help alike, but not really receiving any of it. He tried to listen to Al'an, and almost failed, until something came up. "I have found something of interest in the Fiery Airdocks. A small piece of ice, incased within appears to be a fragment of flesh. But what interests me most is that this ice does not melt, and every time a piece is chipped off, it regenerates... I will have to collect it later," Al'An hissed. "Perhaps you would wish to see this strange phenomena for yourself?" "Wait... wait just a second." T'kran interrupted, before folding his arms and looking down in thought. "Ice that doesn't melt... and regenerates... a piece of flesh inside it..." He looked up, realisation dawning on his face. "Of course. Rundas. Samus killed him in the fuel gel-rich area of Bryyo, after he had succumbed to Phazon corruption. Maybe... just maybe..." He fell into into another train of thought once more, before smirking. "If the fragment of flesh is indeed Rundas', then I may have a way to bring back one of the Federation's best hunters. I've got an unused Pirate cloning tank somewhere in my ships' cargo hold." He looked from Titus to Bijou and back to Al'an. "If I could get this ice fragment and a brain scan from shortly before his corruption..." When asked about his plans on the planet, he nodded, seeming to agree with his own plan. "All I need is a small group, two troopers at most, to go with me down to the Fiery Airdock. I'll get that fragment for you, and the Federation may get one of their most skilled hunters back. I'll join you and Bijou once I'm done, Titus." |
"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company![]() ![]()
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| ~beflexor~ | Mar 19 2008, 12:12 PM Post #64 |
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I just _____ in the _____.
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(OOC: hope you don’t mind Jessie ^^) Lorrilal tensed far more than Tina had. People who heard what she said always looked for more, as though she could just pull it from out of nowhere, like some kind of cryptic vending machine. The only people she found solace in were those aboard the ship, her family. When she found herself spouting warnings or doom and gloom to them, they usually took it with a grain of salt, or ignored her entirely. The one who best understood her was her half-sister, Trisha. Trisha often had the same problem as Lorrilal, both were able to know things, but neither could fully understand nor put it into the appropriate words. Still, she managed to find the most appropriate words so as to cause the most probably and best course of action from Tina. “We need to contact the others” she almost whined in distress, her hands balled into fists. “I want to check on Travis I…” Her eyes squeezed shut. “It wasn’t her fault! She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, all of them were! They-they never asked for what happened to a single one of them b-but they’ve all paid the price.” Lorrilal leapt out of her chair as she grabbed the table and hurled it across the room. “They’re all broken now!” She shrieked. “They were all in the wrong places at the wrong times and now…now…” Just as she was beginning to slow down she suddenly stood ramrod straight, grabbing another table nearby and chucking it across the far end of the room into a group of Federation troopers who’s eyes widened as they quickly dispersed to avoid the projectile. “They were all so powerful, but humble! They didn’t once ask for what was given to them. They all knew what would happen but still, still they continued down that road because it all wound up better at the end. Just not for them! If they’re not broken then they’re dead!” She whirled to face the Watawara. “They’re dead Tina. Dead! Even the broken ones. Jessie is…” Lorrilal took a step back from Tina. “Lucid, it’s all too lucid.” Her voice slowly began to level out, although it still held a hint of both fear and confusion. “There’s something on this ship. Don’t hurt me. I need time to think. What would Ben do? He’s…” she took a deep, shaky breath. “No, too close. Nick, what would he do? Trisha is- can’t think about her now, too many upright tables. I’ll be in my room. Please don’t follow me, or I might make things…difficult for you. I will come back and clean this mess up later.” Lorrilal padded hurriedly, but silently, out of the cafeteria. |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Mar 19 2008, 07:23 PM Post #65 |
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The Ignored
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"Wait... wait just a second." The pirate interrupted. Al'An stopped and looked back at T'Kran. "Ice that doesn't melt... and regenerates... a piece of flesh inside it..." He looked up, appearing to have realised something. "Of course. Rundas. Samus killed him in the fuel gel-rich area of Bryyo, after he had succumbed to Phazon corruption. Maybe... just maybe..." "Yes. Rundas. Perhaps he may be given a second chance...?" Al'An hissed quietly. "If the fragment of flesh is indeed Rundas', then I may have a way to bring back one of the Federation's best hunters. I've got an unused Pirate cloning tank somewhere in my ships' cargo hold." T'kran spoke. "If I could get this ice fragment and a brain scan from shortly before his corruption..." "I could assist you in retrieving the fragment," Al'An seemingly wheezed. "I know it's exact location." "All I need is a small group, two troopers at most, to go with me down to the Fiery Airdock. I'll get that fragment for you, and the Federation may get one of their most skilled hunters back. I'll join you and Bijou once I'm done, Titus." T'kran said. "You will not need two troopers if I accompany you." Al'An hissed, and returned to the group. (OOC: lololololol big chunk of responses to stuff in a miserably tiny post...) |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Mar 19 2008, 09:57 PM Post #66 |
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"Do we have a deal, Admiral?" Faulias was clenching his fist, still sheathed in the Breaker Gauntlet, eager to bust down the door when the Admiral agreed to the phazon-maddened man's request. He sighed, put away his sword and bolter-pistol, and disengaged his Gauntlet, its remaining energy cracking from the fingertips. Faulias backed away from he door to show he was not intending any kind of ambush. If the admiral was going to try and get information from the man, he would not interfere. (OOC: It's short, but it's all I can do.)) |
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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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| +Lt. Jessie+ | Mar 20 2008, 05:06 AM Post #67 |
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Jibbering, Troublemaking Ball of Fluff
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For a good two days, Tina had been in charge of keeping watch over Lorrilal after Pyro’s childish means of discipline. Instead, she had punished her with a good talking to while Iola kept herself busy with Pyro. Between the Watawara and the Fae, they had learned a lot about each other, but what Tina could not learn was about the Fae’s culture. The child had been too young when the mother passed away and was adopted by humans. Perhaps the universe still held mysteries about its own children, ones that held unaccounted tales unwritten in the annals of history. Perhaps she would look into this afterwards. “I’ll be in my room…” was all the Fae could say after her seemingly breakdown of mumbles and murmurs. “Please don’t follow me, or I might make things… difficult for you. I will come back and clean this mess up later…” The PA rang out as the child left, leaving the sentinel quite bewildered. Perhaps it was best that the young one rested while she prepared her own things, thinking about what Lorilla was talking about. She debated about telling the commander, but what if it was a false alarm? She shook her head for a bit, stumbling about before regaining her bearings. The Watawara headed for the hangar and watched as three hunter ships were being dislodged from their roosts, along with several dropships. All had been prepared; they were getting off the ship to retrieve the goods that had been mined. As for the Watawara, it would only mean that she could study some of the mysteries that the Chozo left behind. As she looked at the ships, she noticed one little problem: three ships were in the hangar, each for their own, but Lorrilal did not have her own. Of course, she could always have the Fae ride along with her as her ship, the Terrahawk, had a decent-sized cargo area for her quarry. She began to run a ship diagnostic when a Space Pirate came bounding at her. She quickly dropped her COM unit and reached for the spear on her back, swinging it around to catch it in the gut. It gave a roar as it was sent flying, only to land on both legs. It rushed again, but the Watawara jumped into the air, only to come down with the non-pointed end of her weapon. She stood on top of the Pirate, the blunt end right at the chin. She only smiled as she got off and helped the Pirate up, only to watch as the form melted back into that of a female Lunamorph. “Almost got you there…” she chuckled, looking at the Moonsaber. “Almost, but not quite,” the former sentinel replied. “Almost… You ready?” “Am I ever! Can’t wait to see what this place holds.” Iola jumped on top of a crate as she pulled out one of her shurikens to examine. “I hear that there’s this giant brain thing in the area that controls the whole place and tons of other cool stuff.” “Well, I’ve also heard that there is a xenomorphic lab on this planet. Sound interesting, but I wouldn’t go there if they’re still alive.” Iola looked at her and grinned mischievously. “What, afraid of the brain suckers?” Tina wrinkled her feathered brow as she continued the diagnostic where it had left off, strapping her spear to her back. “Iola, you know how dangerous they are.” “I know, I know… Just joking.” She looked around as though searching for something. “Speaking of which, where’s the little pale human?” Tina looked up after it had indicated that it was finished, pocketing the device as she held her spear again. “Fae. You saw that what she did. No human can do that.” “Well, whatever. I don’t want her dragging behind.” “Iola, if you’re that terribly worried about her, why don’t you take care of her?” “What?! Me? Take care of a kid?! Are you insane?” “You are showing great concern for her.” “That’s because she’s just a kid!” In all truth, however, Iola was worried that someone so young was here. She had seen the innocence of some youngsters get taken away cruelly, some by inhuman means while others actions of destruction. She really was not one to be straightforward with her thoughts, but she knew the difference between protecting and hurting, the latter of the two striking anger against those who do such deeds. “So?” “So what?” “Are you going to take charge of her?” “No thank you… I’d rather be with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome…” she giggled childishly. “We’re gonna scout around the mines a bit, maybe even the outskirts. Admiral says that the kid shouldn’t go near there, so maybe you can take care of her?” “Well, I was planning to head to the AU and speak with it before venturing to the other floating islands.” “Then that’s great!” She happily clapped her hands. “That’ll keep her away from causing so much trouble!” The hobby looked up with a blink. “Trouble?” “Yeah, like the sparring session we had when we were enroute.” “Come now… She was only curious. Besides, she’s behaved herself and has promised not to do so again.” The Lunamorph huffed and looked around. “Where are those two anyways?” “Rewards come to those who wait,” the Watawara chuckled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Reptilicus… They were a mighty race; a race of savage hunters; of an old code of living that had been lost to many. It was on Bryyo that they lived quietly, inhabiting the mountain regions, as well as the temples that had been left to ruins. However, not all were savage beasts. Some were even capable of civilized conversation, if they were given a chance. Most of these quieter lizards were those of religious leaders and medicine men. Near one of the temples, a cadre of these hunters was looking over a block of ice. They had watched as a strange beast decimated another tribe’s scouts, the humans gathering the remains and discarding them as though they were trash. Out of goodwill, the shaman had ordered his team to give them a proper burial and to have one of his own scouts to give the news. It was not the best idea, perhaps even sparking a war between the humans that the northern tribe, but it was better than warring between the groups. The shaman muttered something as he looked into the ice, the scouts creating an altar of some sort with the stones brought in from the atrium. They placed it over the grail covering the fuel gel pool as the religious leader took the ice chunk with the fragment and placed it on the stone surface. The scouts growled quietly as their headmaster began the sending ritual as he had done for the other Reptilicus. The fuel gel was poured over the ice, efficiently melting it. He paced quietly and turned to his cadre and motioned for them to stand guard as he explored the area a little more for any of these fragments that were left in the ice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Titus was getting bored of Al’An’s speech and yawned. He motioned to Bijou that he was taking leave, and had taken off with his little team to the north for some exploration, happening upon a small village. The PED troopers peeled away, but stayed within distance for backup as the Kerichoan drew closer. Several of the inhabitants had turned their attention into the sky, their eyes focused on the sleek craft. As it landed, the atmosphere turned into that of someone stirring the hornet’s nest, tense and wary. The leader stepped out of his hut, growling as this non-native was invading his territory. The guards of the village quickly rounded themselves around the ship, their whips and shurikens drawn for defensive purposes. It was hostile at first, but seeing how it was not a human, the leader cautiously approached him with curious intent. “Who you, and what you want?” it growled in a very broken standard language, the upper limbs crossed over his chest. “I am Iodole Darkwater,” he introduced with a low bow, keeping his eyes locked on the leader. “I only come to your village in peace in hopes of learning more of your kind.” The Reptilicus warlord was skeptical as he stood there, tail twitching in the dry wind. He motioned for everyone to stand down and move aside, but a shaman stepped forward after peeking out his hut to see what was going on, and ordered everyone to completely backoff, giving the Kerichoan his berth. Titus had heard from Jayone what these creatures were capable of, and kept that in mind, but again, they were also quite intelligent, especially those of the hunter status that had surrounded him. However, it seemed that only the shaman was able to stay relatively calm in his presence. The leader barked at him, only to get a snap back at him. Astonished, he stepped back, humbled by whatever was said to him. Titus found this interesting, as for his race, the healers were but helpers rather than someone who rebuked the leader. Before long, the shaman and the animal hunter were sitting within the consul hut with the elders, speaking of things old and new, and in particular, the Federation and their intent on Bryyo. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 21 2008, 01:37 PM Post #68 |
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“Very well…” the admiral finally replied, putting the safety on her pistol. “We shall negotiate with you here, but do anything funny and I will not be held responsible for what the hunters do to you.” She gestured to Kyle, Travis, and Faulias before looked at Keeler again. “So, Mr. Martin… What were you exactly doing causing trouble on my ship…? You were reported running down several corridors while several officers asked you to stop. You also failed to report for a mandatory randomly chosen medical checkup… Is there something wrong that I must know about...?” Keeler turned a suspicious eye towards Travis. The winged person he didn't recognize. Clearly he was a grown man, in terms of either his race or humans, but he nevertheless had a youthful look about him. He had never met the third man either, but one look in his eyes and at that face, and Keeler understood that he already knew this man. "There was nothing wrong, Admiral, until you started looking for me," Keeler replied. "Up until then, everything was going perfectly." He tried to zero in on the Admiral as he spoke to her, make eye contact and such, but he found it difficult to focus on anything. Or any one face. His eyes kept drifting back and forth between the four of them, even as he was directly addressing her. "Tell me, Admiral. Have you ever heard of Darklings? I have seen one... seen him with my own eyes." ........................... "Darklings?" Grace raised an eyebrow at Henry's name for what she saw in London. "That sounds like something out of some old children's story." "Actually, it's an old sailor's story," Henry replied. Grace had come to Henry's house pretty much straight from London. Her experience with John Tyre had shaken her like nothing in her life ever had. And despite his reputation as one of the single most vicious men in the galaxy, Henry had been the closest thing to a father Grace had ever had. It was he whom she confided in, and he whom she turned to in those times of greatest weakness. This was clearly one of those times. "When I was first starting out with Old Man Donnelly," Henry continued, "I wasn't much older than you were when you started out with me - I spent a lot of time out on the rim. Back in those days, there weren't really any commercial or civilian routes way out there. Now, there aren't a whole hell of a lot there today, but back then, there were almost none. Just the main corridor to and from Rogue, and that's it. So you would get around by hitching a ride with whatever wildcat crews happened to be willing to take passengers. And they'd be outlaws, more than likely. Scavengers, smugglers, some were even outright pirates. Not pirates with a capital P though, we're talking good old-fashioned human pirates here. "Now a lot of these guys had been around for a while. These old sailors had been to the edge of space and back more times they even remembered. And as guys like that often are, they were full of all sorts of stories and legends. And some of those stories are about Darklings. "A Darkling is like a demon. It has no physical body, and exist out in the black, like clouds of pure, concentrated evil. They're parasites, possessing any suitable sentient host that happens to be in the vicinity. "The way they told it to me... their skin turns purple, like they're choking. Their eyes start to glow, and sometimes dark, razor sharp spines sprout from their back and forearms. They get stronger, faster, but most importantly, they're no longer human, or whatever race they were. They're Darklings now, possessed by the entity inside them. And they only know one thing, and that's murderous rage. "Now here's the crucial part. They say that sometimes when searching for a suitable host, the entity will go from one being to another, almost telepathically scanning them. And those that get passed over, they talk about having an almost identical experience you had. Right down to the grotesque creature in their heads." "Where do these things come from?" Grace asked. Henry only shrugged. "Depends on who you ask. Some people, those who don't think it's a complete spook story, think they're actually living beings, just not in the sense we're used to. From another plane of existence, they say. Mostly though, people think that they're actually demons, sent direct from Hell." "What do you think?" "Well... you know me. I'm inclined to believe the direct from Hell part." Henry grinned and lit a fresh cigarette from the still-burning end of the spent one. Grace followed suit, except using her lighter rather than the chain-smoking method. "So then... what do you think about what happened?" she asked him. "Well, let's just say that there's a very good reason why I don't think you're completely crazy." Henry replied. "You saw one?" Henry nodded. "His name was DiMeo, he was the first mate of this crew of smugglers I rode with for a while. It took four of us emptying our clips into him to finally bring him down. The four of us that were left standing, anyway. It was the only thing we could do, the captain said, even though we'd just killed his oldest and closest friend. "Because the only way to stop a Darkling is to kill it. And there's no separating the two once they're bonded. To kill the parasite, you must kill the host." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 21 2008, 03:45 PM Post #69 |
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Back in his room, Curon was curious as to what was going on in the rest of the ship. Still...he had been ordered to stay in his room, until called for, and that was what he was going to do. At this time, he had managed to change into a standard Federation uniform, rather than his Trooper armor, at least for now, while he sat on his bed. Just as he shut his eyes and began to relax, however, he felt...something at the back of his mind. Instead of opening his eyes, however...he felt something...in his mind. At first he was bewildered...the sense he was getting was one of...panic, distress...but why? Why would he feel distress and fear? Panic? He was perfectly calm, because the Rear Admiral and the PED Troopers were handling things...yet why was this feeling overwhelming him. Suddenly, he heard a voice. Something about...making it difficult. That's when he realized... He had heard the same voice back at the Aquilla. He hadn't...realized it in his adrenaline-induced fear-euphoria back at the ship...but it was as if it was ringing as clear as a ten foot bell. He shook his head, trying to force the feeling out...but it kept pushing at him...the feeling of fear, distress, and panic... ...H-H-H-Hello...? |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 23 2008, 06:03 PM Post #70 |
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Twilight had decided to look around a little on his own, though after several minutes of searching in vain he finally came about a gathering of PED troopers, some of the Bounty Hunters, and the Admiral who was standing by a door, conversing with someone on the other side. "Tell me, Admiral. Have you ever heard of Darklings? I have seen one... seen him with my own eyes." The man on the other side of the door said. Twilight who had been walking towards the group, and was not that far away heard this and froze up immidiately while growing tense. 'Darklings!? How is that possible!? The Ing was destroyed!' Twilight thought as he stared at Keeler, was he really telling the truth? Twilight began to walk closer, stoping somewhat in the middle of the half-circle that was formed around the Admiral. He was still tense however, he wanted to rush up, slam the door open, and question that man right away about this "darkling" he had seen, but he knew doing something as such would definitely cause suspiciuon towards him, he could not afford others to know he was an Ing. |
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