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Corruption: The Aftermath; ...Let the corruption begin again...
Topic Started: Jan 10 2008, 03:47 AM (8,286 Views)
~Kid Hunter~
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Darklings? The word echoed through Kyle's mind. He has heard of these creatures before, but has never seen one since Samus took care of them on Aether, way before he even got out of the hell hole that the dreaded Pirate captain, Kala Azar, trapped him and his people in. Though, the way how Maede described them gave him a sudden memory jolt. Kyle put his hand on his head, or helmet in this case, to keep himself steady. He had to remember that, didn't he? Anytime he remembers that thing gave him chills, fast heartbeats, and dizzyness. He tried to forget about it, and did pretty well for years, until now. Why now?

Kyle regain control of himself and took his hand off of his head(or helmet). He looked over to Maede first, trying to convince Keeler to come out, then at the door which Keeler himself was hiding behind. He had a slight hope that things don't turn sour for the worst. He hates it when that happens.
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"Why am I doing this?" Keeler said, looking towards Clark. "Because I would rather be a willing servant than a mindless puppet."

While his eyes were still constantly shifting, the others were able to tell whom he was addressing based on which direction his head was turned, even as he couldn't focus on any one face.

While he still retained enough of his sanity to have this conversation with Maeda and the hunters, his grip on that was getting more tenuous by the second. He was continually fighting the urge to burst through the reinforced door and tear each of them apart limb from limb. However, the voice in the back of his mind told him that this would not be prudent. For one thing, he was outnumbered and outgunned. Were he to attack, he would be the one torn apart.

But more importantly, every second that they were here meant that they weren't looking for his phazon. And that was what was really important to him, not his own skin.

"Do with me what you will, Admiral," he said. "But mark my words... it is already too late for the Lieutenant."

Keeler climbed off the pile of junk and skulked away towards the back corner of the storage room. He sat up against the wall, trying without success to sort out the myriad of phazon-crazed thoughts that were flying through his head. Whatever slivers of sanity were still left in him, they were about to be disintegrated very soon.

"Remember it does not belong to you!" he shouted towards the door.
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A chill ran through Travis' spine for a moment, the hunter exhaling heavily for a moment as Keeler's last statement replayed in his head.

(What does he mean by "too late"?) He thought to himself, furrowing a heavy brow from behind his visor as he tried to control an impulse to blast the door open and pin Keeler to the wall as a means of recieving an explanation. No need to be brash...

"What do you mean it's 'too late for the Lieutenant'...?" He asked, gaze not moving from the convict as he perched along the wall. Travis' grip on his trigger handle tightened a bit more.

(If he did something to her...) The hunter thought to himself, careful to control how he thought about the matter in an attempt not to let his anger get the better of him.
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After several minutes of statuelike silence from Al'An, he spoke.

"If you require my assistance, I will be in my ship," he hissed. He walked slowly to the hallway, watching most of the marines he met move greatly out of his way. He didn't quite fit in in this world of smaller beings... They avoided him likely out of fear, not respect.

At last, he arrived at the hangar, and nearly all activities stopped as he walked in. The technicians stared at him, but as soon as Al'An's hidden eyes met those of the technicians they snapped back to what they were originally focussing on. The lively chatter had died down the instant Al'An's sandy beige form appeared in the door.

His ship was one of the sleeker ones. The horizontal disk at the rear humming slightly, a glowing green ring of glyphs glowing on its surfaces. A door appeared at the rear of the ship, and a series of green lines materialized into a ramp. Al'An walked in slowly, still aware of the tense silence he had caused. As the ramp disappeared and the door closed, he remembered how all the others had reacted to him. When he was among his own kind, many still did get out of his way, but out of respect. But these beings? Al'An could tell that they all feared him to an extent. Were he to be a decent ally to the federation, and the humans, he would need to try to gain their total trust and confidence.

But that would be difficult if they steered clear of him out of fear. Al'An simply stood for several minutes, reflecting on what people said. Although nobody outright said that they disliked him, he could tell. The way the rocky creature stood when he first saw it. That was his clue that he had failed at making a somewhat decent first impression. Or at least he thought.

After more minutes of silent reflection Al'An seemingly waltzed out of his ship and ambled over to the doors, wondering when this operation would actually start.
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Pyro was walking down the corridor, ignoring the eyes that were gazing upon him. None of the troopers in the hall looked friendly to him, unlike those in the exercise room and the mess hall. These guys look like they would pull out their rifles and raise hell on him any minute now. Life just couldn't get any easier than this, could it?

As he was just about to pass through the doors leading to the hangar, he immediately turned around around, drawing his long katana blade, and sliced at an unfriendly trooper pointing a rifle at him. The rifle the trooper was holding was cut in half in an instant. Dropping the rest of his now useless weapon, he charged at Pyro and launched his fist at him. Pyro simply moved out of the way and tripped the trooper, which caused him to fall over at the door. The trooper's face collided with the surface of the door, and soon the floor as the doors began to open. "Thanks for getting the door." Pyro joked as he walked over him towards the hangar bay.

As he walked in, he saw Iola and Tina having a conversation. "Hmph. Looks like I arrived a bit later than I had thought." He said as he approached the two hunters. He withdrew his blade into his sheath, as he would no longer need it to slice guns in half. "Sorry for the wait. Had some trouble on the way here." He pointed back to the door, which had a fed trooper just getting up and walking away.
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Seeing that she was not going to get any more information from the stowaway, Maeda huffed as she looked at Travis and Faulias.

“I want you two to stay here and make sure he doesn’t do anything rash,” she commanded. “If he does as much as dare to try something funny, I want you on him faster than he can react. In the meantime…” She looked at Twilight and Kyle. “I need you two to come with me. I’m putting you two on a different assignment for the time being until we reach Sigmus Aramaic.”

As she was about to turn to leave with her small squad, she could hear Keeler’s voice from behind the steel door.

“Remember,” he shouted. “It does not belong to you!”

“Like hell it belongs to you too, convict…” she hissed under her breath, now making her way towards the bridge after placing two other PED units and five troopers to aid the two hunters standing guard.

Bloodsbane nodded at his two chosen men and followed Maeda.

“What do you propose we do now, rear admiral?” he growled, removing his faceplate out of sight. “My men have yet to find whatever Keeler is talking about.”

“They have not found anything suspicious?”

“I’m afraid not, ma’am… But it would be best if we sent out small search teams to check everything. Harrison just gave me the updates on all the men that have been diagnosed with Phazon radiation poisoning.”

“And?”

“Some of them are holding up. Others not so well… At least ten of them are allowed back on duty, and we have at least three men in quarantine.”

The rear admiral pinched the bridge of her nose as the doors to the main deck slid open. Ross stood there at the hologram panel, looking at the map of the entirety of Silverado. So far, the rooms that had been marked blue had been checked and marked clean. This included the hangar, the Phazon cargo storage, the mess hall, the bridge, and the medical ward. She slipped into her command chair and leaned back, looked at the map while also reading up on several reports, including those that had been transmitted by the Griffon and Bahamut. Both had landed safely on their respected planets, and were conducting their own activities as needed.

“Ross, how much more time before we reach Sigmus Aramaic?” she asked, paging for Dr. Steiner and her team to come down.

“In a matter of twelve hours now, ma’am,” he replied, pulling up a starfield map after minimizing the Silverado’s schematics. “And there’s still no word from High Command on the status of Captain Falcon…”

“The poor man…” she murmured. “I only hope that what Keeler says is not true… I pray that the lieutenant has not been hurt in anyway by this situation. I know she is capable of herself, but when it comes to the Ing, not even she will be able to hold them off on her own. If indeed the Ing are starting to regroup after so many years, who knows how much they have multiplied or what they plan to do.”

“Ma’am, if I may, I have already contacted Sandoval of the situation, and he has started taking measures if such actions are needed. He also informs me that Galaxy Police might also be stepping in, as it is one of their lieutenants who is in trouble.”

“In trouble or not, they should have helped us since the beginning when we asked them.”

Maeda stood up as the squadron leaders grouped together on the main deck, as well as those she had asked for help.

“Listen here!” she barked. “We have less than twelve hours before we make landing, so let’s make this as quick and painless as possible! It seems that our stowaway has decided to hide something on this ship that is a threat to all of us, as well as this mission. Your job is to report anything suspicious and wait for further commands. The sooner we find whatever Keeler planted, the sooner I don’t have to keep worrying.”

As she finished this sentence, Dr. Harrison arrived at the scene, holding a datapad.

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” he asked, adjusting his sliding glasses.

“Yes, there is a man locked up in a closet on the lower levels, and I was hoping that you would be able to see to him…”

“Is this the convict you were talking about?”

“The very one.”

“All right then, but at least tell me I’ll get some help?”

“Yes, Travis and Faulias are standing guard, as well as seven of our own men.”

The doctor nodded and jogged out, heading to the scene in question while the rear admiral and her second-in-command continued to scrutinize the map of the Silverado.

“You have your orders… We’ll rendezvous in ten hours if it cannot be found.”
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"Why am I doing this?" Keeler said, looking towards one of the Hunters. "Because I would rather be a willing servant than a mindless puppet."

'Willing servant? If all you do is exact their will without purpouse for yourself then whats the difference...' Twilight thought as he listened to Keeler, from the way he spoke, and his eyes, it was far too easy to see that the phazon radiation had had its effect on him, by now he was probably beyond help. But even so, what did he mean by "too late" for the Lieutenant? Normally he would assume it meant they had already killed or captured her, but this was the Ing... They would not do something this grand, especially not reveal themselves after so many years, simply to kill one person, with the possible exception of Samus Aran, who had single-handedly destroyed the Ing several years ago. So what could it be? A simple possession seemed inadequete as well, it had to be something grander for this, Guardian infusion? The possibility was there... If the Ing managed to root themselves someplace, and re-create the horde, it would be disastrous for all life. Twilight knew that even if he was weak compared to many hunters, he had no choice but to push forward. As he was thinking through the possibilities he clenched his right hand into a fist without realizing it while his gaze moved to the floor infront of him.

Then Twilight snapped out of his deep thinking when his train of thoughts was interupted by the commanding voice of the Admiral.
“I want you two to stay here and make sure he doesn’t do anything rash,” She said, looking towards two of the other hunters. “If he does as much as dare to try something funny, I want you on him faster than he can react. In the meantime…” She then looked towards him and the Winged Hunter. “I need you two to come with me. I’m putting you two on a different assignment for the time being until we reach Sigmus Aramaic.”

'Different assignments? I guess we need to find what that convict has hidden on the ship, judging by his current state it probably has to do with phazon... Good I suppose, I can feel when its close afterall.' Twilight thought as he stepped behind the Admiral as she walked off towards the bridge, following at a short distance, mostly to just give her and her soldiers some room. Not really overhearing what the Admiral and Bloodsbane were discussing Twilight simply followed, and as they reached the bridge he stood in a rather casual stance by the side, waiting for his orders, and good for him he did not have to wait long.

“Listen here!” The Admiral barked. “We have less than twelve hours before we make landing, so let’s make this as quick and painless as possible! It seems that our stowaway has decided to hide something on this ship that is a threat to all of us, as well as this mission. Your job is to report anything suspicious and wait for further commands. The sooner we find whatever Keeler planted, the sooner I don’t have to keep worrying.”

'I guess its like I thought it to be, then. Guess theres no use just standing around.' Twilight thought as he made a quick salute to the Admiral before turning around and walking out of the bridge. He had seen which rooms had been marked as clear, and as such he had a map in his head of where to start looking, pulling up the map of the ship on his visor display he easily applied what he had memorized to it, deciding to start on the sector they had made least checks in, A03 there was several smaller areas in it, a good spot for hiding something of importance.
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After thanking Jayone and her team of engineers, T'kran headed out, looking for Al'an.

"Hmm... if I were an oversized alien bounty hunter, where would I be..."

Pausing for a moment, he smirked.

"Either in my ship or wondering when I can start doing my job."

After checking the hangar bay and finding Al'an's ship empty, he sighed. He stopped off at his ship for a minute or two, where Axon complimented his new suit upgrade, which surprised the ex-Pirate. His AI rarely gave praise, so the PED must have impressed him. T'kran had even begun pondering the idea of installed a PED module on his ship, but stopped himself before he went down that road again.

Leaving his ship warmed up, he began searching for Al'an again, finally finding the man skulking near one of the hangar bay doors. "There he is..." muttered the Pirate to himself. Approaching the Wen, he rose a hand in greeting.

"Sorry about the hold-up Al'an. I had to ask a favour of the captain. A... suit upgrade, of sorts." Al'an would easily be able to see the eerie blue glow of the PED components, and the tell-tale control unit on the Pirate's right shoulder plate. "Right... let's go hunt some Reptilicus, and maybe find part of an ally in the process. I don't know about you, but I could use the help of a Phrygisian."
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Everything seemed normal. Al'An trudged through the door, when suddenly, a Zebesian seemed to just appear in front of him. T'Kran rose his hand as he got closer.

"Sorry about the hold-up Al'an. I had to ask a favour of the captain. A... suit upgrade, of sorts." It was more than obvious to Al'An that this was a PED upgrade. "Right... let's go hunt some Reptilicus, and maybe find part of an ally in the process. I don't know about you, but I could use the help of a Phrygisian."

"A Phrygisian would be infinitely useful. And to be honest I'm tired of being stuck in this compound, waiting for what seems like a chance to do absolutely nothing. We must go, postehaste," Al'An hissed and then breezed back towards his ship with the speed and agility of something at least human-sized.

Al'An was ecstatic that the mission was finally going to begin. Even though planning and the like were important there was nothing like the charge of being on a mission the likes of this one. Even though it was mainly cleanup, chances any creatures still hoarding Phazon would not give it up as easily.

Al'An glanced quickly at the four-barreled, musketlike federation-unregistered rifle standing up on the back of the stool-like command chair, and quickly sat down, becoming magnetically attached to it. Al'An was ready to move to the next destination.
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I just _____ in the _____.

Before? No, I haven’t spoken to you before.

Lorrilal sat at a large table, slumping far enough so that her eyes just barely peeked over the edge. She watched someone, someone who seemed to have been through a lot, her blue eyes fascinated with him, not knowing what he had been through, yet able to understand in a certain sense.

Fate had brushed her soft fingers across his cheek at some point in time.

Lorrilal felt herself leaning heavily in one direction and touched the wall to brace herself, finding herself back just outside the hangar.

Wait. Perhaps I do know you. You were the one in the meeting who had come from the ship. One of the few survivors.

The Fae shook her head, feeling a surge of thoughts that almost didn’t seem to be her own, and stepped into the hangar.

“Sorry I’m late.” She said, blinking at the loudness and clarity of her actual voice. “I was held up by someone. I will try to carry on conversations while walking next time. It’s just that I was a little surprised and…” She realized that she was making excuses, and stood up straighter giving a quick nod. “I’m sure we have much to do.” Her eyes switched from Tina, to Iola, and finally settled on the last of the three with an eerie smile.

“Pyro.” She looked at the trooper just on his way out before looking back. “I see the human excrement rolls downhill with gravity. You’ll never be on top though. Kyle is. Even now you wear your dunce hat, the proverbial headwear that the Winged Hunter put on you so long ago.” Her smile changed to a more sincere one. “Let’s be careful today, I hear it’s rather windy.”
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