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After-Effect; Post-AC RP
Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,558 Views)
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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It seemed like Z'gato had been tossed around as well. Travis watched as the large chozo warrior lumbered toward the elevator shaft, remarking at the amount of blood on his armor.

For certain, Z'gato was in far worse shape then he was.

Travis took a look down the shaft and then immediately grumbled. Certainly, he could still jump down, but it wasn't going to help his hip any to be sure.

One thing was for certain; this was going to hurt like a motherhumper.

"What choice do I have, wait up here...?" He replied, kicking downward off the wall, not even waiting for Z'gato.

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Once Faulias came into view of the room, he saw that Spyder never would have heard his comm call. There was a gaping wound in his head, and sensors told him that he had been dead before Faulias even spoke.

“Can you get free?” the woman asked Jenosa. Of course she can't, Faulias said to himself. If she could, she'd be to hell and gone by now, you twit.

All the while, the woman kept her eyes and pistols on Faulias, taking a few steps toward him. “You are under arrest," she spoke diligently, "Stand down and disarm.”

He grinned widely, but she would not see that behind his helmet.

"I don't have time for this, Can Opener," he chortled, briskly brushing past her and headed for Jenosa. "Pardon me."

As he stood in front of her, towering over her in his fully suited height, memories of their last encounter echoed through his head. He didn't want their reunion to be like this, guns aimed at him as he stood behind a tungsten-titanium suit...

With a sigh, Faulias reached over to his wrist-computer, tapping a few buttons before the front of the suit quickly opened up like before, allowing him to step out once again. As Faulias quickly reached for a small knife, sheathed away in a thigh pocket of his skin-tight bodysuit, he blurted out, "Acknowledge Command: A001. Execute."

Instantly, his suit snapped itself closed and began to move independently, shuffling 180 degrees to face Alyssa, the likes of whom still had her pistols aimed at him. Her surprise left the suit with just enough time; it spread itself into a defensive position as a small submachine gun deployed itself from each wristguard. This was one improvement he wished he had obtained long ago; while the suit was much slower in movement without him inside, it could still walk independently and turn fast enough to attack anything that had a trajectory it deemed harmful to the owner.

"Don't move too fast now, Can Opener," he said softly, taking the knife and cutting away the bonds of the prisoner. "The sensors on that suit are a bit touchy when I'm not in it. It's a work in progress."

Then, he looked to Jenosa. As he gazed upon her face again, he remembered the faint smile she had when she passed, a remnant that playful enthusiasm that brought everyone close to her. Faulias smiled softly as he paused to put a hand on her shoulder. Her skin was warm. He wasn't imagining things... at least, he didn't think so. Either way...

"...It's real good to see that face of yours again, Jenosa," he whispered, resuming cutting her bonds. Both her arms were free, and he began to work on the legs. "If I'd known that it was you they were keeping down here, I'd have broke ties with Delacroix long ago. No paycheck in Hell is worth all of this."

(OOC: Once again: Meh.)
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Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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Jenosa breathed heavily, her body coursing with adrenaline yet remaining absolutely still, her mind reeling from she had just did. A part of her thought she shouldn't have been able to remember this, not because it was a traumatic event in any way, but that her rage and – alien – instincts had taken over. Consciously, her mind should have been blind, at least, that was what that part wished had happened.

Instead, every moment of the event was suspended in her mind with crystal clarity, like she did after any adrenaline pumping fight she had gotten into. From the pain, the desperate struggle, to, most of all, the sight and sensation of her – what? Bio-energy? Essence? Soul? - melding into the scythes own energies. It was as if the blade had become a natural extension of herself.

What was freaky was how natural she had used this alien aspect of herself.

Finally, after only a few long seconds, she snapped out of it, gasping and releasing the blade from her hand and 'mind'; the blue aura slipping out, the blade dissipated just as her initial shock did. At almost the exact same time, the door burst open, and Jenosa's head snapped attention to this lithe, armored figure.

“Can you get free?” Alissa asked, the question directed towards Jenossa though Alissa was not looking in that direction, she kept herself safely between Faulias and the hostage “there will be a ship at street level for extraction.”

“Alissa?!” Jenosa exclaimed, “Of all the people, you were the one who wanted to play 'covert' rescue.” She paused for a moment, hesitant to actually answer, then blurted out, “Well, jeez, what does it look l-

She was cut off by another familiar voice that made the wrong answer, a voice that made her swear inwardly, anxious, and more bemused than before.

“Oh Christ,” she muttered to herself, “just how many friends that witnessed me die am I going to meet today.”

In all honesty, she wasn't sure what to make of Faulias behavior; on one end, she was expecting the same response from everyone else: “You CAN'T be Jenosa Arma, so who the fuck are you?” On the other hand, Faulias had some knowledge about who she really was, and might have connected her physiology with her revival; what concerned, however, was how he perceived the Scurge and the virus within her.

What also bothered her was that she was letting him free him, which was fine and all except that she would have preferred to do it herself. Making a disgruntled expression, she gripped Faulias's arm before he could cut off the last bond. “Let me,” she said.

There was another brief moment of hesitation, her hands hovering over her bonds; she wanted to free herself, but she wanted to do it by ripping the damn bonds off. Untying them just felt too...meaningless to her sense of independence; and yet tearing them with meaning also meant embracing that alien aspect intimately again – and, despite it seeming alien, part of her wanted to. Internally, for two split seconds, she was torn, but amidst her decision and Faulias, she thought fuck it.

Gripped the rope with both hands, her green eyes once again flared cyan just as her hands were brimmed with the same colored aura. Focusing, she squeezed the rope, and, simultaneously, all of the aura seeped right right between both hands, brimmed, and with a satisfactory smile, Jenosa ripped the rope apart, the ends partially burnt.

Almost immediately, she stood up, smiling at finally being able to just move again. Granted, her palms burned like hell, and the front of her abdomen ached – funny enough, there was barely any blood – but she felt good.

“First,” Jenosa stated, “I have to get find my suit.” And she thought she could sense.
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A set of heavy footfalls could be heard pounding outside the room, followed by one of the walls literally being forced open as Travis came blasting through the wall.

Literally, the armored hunter had bolted through the door, the heavy steel plating being knocked away like a child's toy and off to the side.

At this point, starting to feel a bit winded due to his injuries and proximity to his goal, Travis was operating more on pure adrenaline then reason. His heart pounding with every step he took he reached his armored hand out toward the other man; the same one he had seen sneaking around upstairs before.

This man was going down first.

Travis' heart began speeding up as he felt something fleshy and palatable in his grip. Good, he had him. He tightened it, like a hangman's nuce, quickly and mercilessly; not enough to crush the man's throat, but enough to maybe force a breath out of him, and certainly knock the wind out of his lungs. Travis still wasn't looking quite at the man's face just yet, watching his extremities instead as he pinned the man to a wall, literally lifting the older human a good foot at least off the floor and pinning him to the unforgiving concrete. Something hissed in the air and the bayonette on his wrist-cannon emerged, pressed dangerously close.

And only then, when he finally looked up, did Travis immediately release his grip in horror.

"Holy... Faulias!? What the hell are you doing here...?" He was sputtering a bit, understandable, considering Travis was taking a moment to catch his breath. "Jenosa, you're okay too, thank God... truly th- What's going on here...?"

Travis turned to see the corpse of the huge, lithe zebesian known only as spider, laying on the floor. He scanned the corpse.

[Subject has been dead for only a matter of minutes, high body heat signatures detected within the remaining body. Death appears to have been caused by acute blade force trauma to the cerebral area.]

Finally relaxing his breathing, Travis removed his helmet and sighed in relief. "How did you do th- bluh! Pleahh!"

And then he spat one or two small globules of blood as his nose continued to trickle a small river of blood down around his lip... which was quickly followed by a cough and a pained clutching at the hip. "Son of a..."
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The only real surprise that Alissa felt was that her conditioning did not simply take over and lead to the rapid death of Faulias. She had been working so hard not to injure any one, not to simply remove every obstacle with deadly force that he was here again making himself a problem. She knew that had she encountered him before escaping the coalition she would have simply stuck that explosive to the helmet and detonated it without really giving him a chance to consider what had happened. What ever the reason when Faulias started moving instead of feeling the familiar numbness and detachment that came with a conditioned response Alissa remained more or less in place, she turned, kept her weapons trained but nothing else.

Standing face to face with what appeared to be an automated suite for the moment Alissa was considering how to best take it apart, for the moment it was not attacking, and likely wouldn't till Alissa made an aggressive move. The SMGs were a concern but not a large one, they were too small a caliber to seriously damage her armor, if they made it through her shields at all.

It was about the time she was ready to act that Travis came bursting into the room, Alissa fired, directing her fire towards the two weapons that were aimed at her as they started tracking towards the new arrival destroying the weapons before they could fire. That done she moved slipping around to keep a weapon on Faulias as he crumpled to the floor.

“this one works for Delacroix” She said by way of answer to Travis' question about Faulias' presence there. She looked towards Travis a moment “ we should go, you need medical attention, and we can question him some where more secure.”

Alissa found herself rather annoyed, she wanted to know what had happened to make nice with Delacroix till they found Jenossa? what happened to keeping things quiet? Things had gone wrong and it was a miracle that Jenossa had been able to defend herself against the zebesian.

That raised an interesting question, Alissa felt her internal limiters coming back on line, the world seemed to speed up a bit as her focus returned to normal and adrenaline leaving her system. The question that popped into her head though was how did Jenossa, while unarmed, manage to kill a zebesian, something Alissa would not attempted without at least a tech blade.
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At this moment, a large, spherical object came into view just behind Travis. It was about hip-height for most of the individuals in the room, until it finally unfolded into Z'Gato's armored form. He was breathing heavily, probably moreso than Travis was at the moment, but he was alive, at the very least. Unfortunately, Z'Gato had been far enough behind to not have heard the conversation between Alissa, Faulias, and Travis, but his vision rested on Jenosa's form and he seemed to visibly let out a breath he had been holding for something. Tension in his muscles seemed to visibly relax, only for a new wave of aches and pains to travel up and down his body. He let out a muffled groan as the combat drugs and adrenaline were beginning to thin out in his blood stream. He quickly looked over his Heads-Up Display, triple blinking at an icon.

'Just...one more hit,' He thought to himself as one of the reserve injections in his suit pumped another 2 ounces of combat stimulant into him. His breathing quickened for a moment before it leveled out again, the pain ebbing away from his arms and legs. A sort of euphoric 'high' hit his vision and mind, heightening his senses and lending a bit more strength to his already worn and aching muscles.

It was, at least, enough to keep him going.

"About time we found you," Z'Gato said, looking over Jenosa with what sounded like a small amount of irritation in his voice. "Now we can focus on getting back at Delacroix," Z'Gato said, immediately getting ready to turn and leave. His medical diagnostics in his helmet warned him that he was heavily injured and would need medical attention back on his ship, especially since his recent transformation into and out of Maru-Maru form opened up a few of his wounds, especially the large shrapnel wound on his leg, which was still occasionally leaking blood.

Damnit. He would have to do extensive suit repairs, too, just to get this thing environmentally sealed again. He looked back at the group.

"We should get out of here. There's no telling when law enforcement will get here and ask a lot of awkward questions. Questions I'd rather not answer," He said as he started making his way towards an exit.
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It was a dance of violence. The phazon-mad human woman had the strength to toss about the tall alien creature as though he were merely a feather in the wind. And, in exchange, he reciprocated with greater might. She would anchor her feet against a wall and twist her arm with all her might, wrenching his head to and fro until his feet kicked to the ceiling. Particle board shattered, mortar crumbed, and wood splintered. Metal twisted about his ankles allowing him his turn to wrench her from the ground.

All the while, his teeth were firmly imbedded into her arm's flesh. Screeching, clawing, grasping, and thrashing. If anything was taking damage, it was the environment from the tumultuous fight.

The blood flowed easily and splashed about as the two twisted and turned in the hall. The more Angel Face struggled, the worse the tearing in her arm became. Soon, her strength faded as Omega-Alpha gripped her by the torso by the talons.....

Eat not the flesh of humans.... was the Law.

Pieces of a puzzle tumbled onto the table. Some of them were indiscernible, as was the overall image. Some edges were jagged and blue, others were smooth and orange.

The table tipped. A few of the pieces fell into place.

T'kran?

Broken a weary, he remembered being dragged across a metallic floor. A familiar feeling was coursing through his very fabric of being. The floor was highly polished only to be marred by the eerily recognizable talon scrapes of Zebethian feet.

"You know too much," a voice called out to him. "You will be recycled. If it weren't for that, your treasonous actions would simply have ended you."


No wonder why he didn't look familiar. His intelligence was transferred, but his life energy was destroyed. So, he was telling the truth after all.

It was hard to breathe. There was something pinning him down upon the dusty surface beneath him. It was unreal that something so small and insignificant could rampantly disable him. Again, that familiar feeling swelled within and was boiling like pure rage.

The sky was green... He was sent here to make sure that the secrets of this dangerous world would not get sent any further than it already had. It had to end there.


Draganoth?

He saw himself after that feeling of rage ebbed like the tension of a muscle suddenly relaxing. The little creature stood about six feet tall with long steel hair and an abdomen that emitted an eerie light from it's core. It was changing to a hideous blood red...

Yes. That was me then. Why am I remembering all of this? Draganoth wasn't feeling like himself. Aiko said so. That's why I spared him. For a while after that, I felt weird.... like right now. Is this related?

The mind started feeling numb after the multitude of needles and implants were attached to her skin. The sting of the needle was nothing in comparison to the agonizing burning within her body. It flowed, almost tearing her apart from the inside out. Her last reasonable thoughts were of fear that she would never be human again.

"Well, dear Angel Face," a voice echoed in her head. "Soon, it will be over."


Angel Face? Her? How... how... Pretty.

When Angel Face awoke, she was in a safe and warm bed far away from the action free from any Phazon. Every single particle was drained from her body. She was healed; a full human once again.

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Metroid Research Record 24A-67

"From what we know," Dr. Dillard paced in her office at one time explaining the horrors of Phazon, "which mind you isn't much, is that Phazon has radical mutagenetic properties. According to your logs, Ms. Aran, it almost has properties similar to light itself.

"Where light is a particle and a wavelength, Phazon is a bioform and a particle."

"He has ingested this stuff before," the Huntress explained. "I don't know how or where it keeps cropping up at, or if people keep this menace contained somehow. I'm just worried that it might kill my son someday."

"I don't think Phazon itself will kill him," she reassured. "However, his actions afterward might. Already, his mere existence is a dangerous one enough." The two women in the researcher's office shared concerned expressions.

"If it is any consolation, since you witnessed an account of him ingesting the radiation, we might be able to project what might happen in future instances."

"I'll help where I can," Samus explained, "but there's still only so much information I can safely give."

"Understood...."

The theory was that due to a metroid's physiology, maintaining genetic memory was an element that could only explain why Omega-Alpha was able to reproduce certain abilities of Samus Aran's Chozo Armor, as well as demonstrate linguistic feats, and other modes of memory and understanding.

With each instance of Phazon exposure, not only did he go rampant, but there seemed to be an unexplainable bout of intellect. Little did the ladies know that it wasn't intellect he was gaining, it was other peoples' memories that the Phazon as a pathological entity was garnering. With his temporary mutations from the infection, it would unlock other memories of his own, or integrate other memories from an area where Phazon was present and at work.

Phazon acted as a semi-sentient being that gathered intelligence and shared it amongst itself. Since the actions of Samus Aran in dealing with the pandemic, it survives in small pockets, in containment, or in use in extremely rare quantities. It no longer held any intelligence, nor hope of recovery of that intelligence. It merely acted as a deadly radiation at this point, and coincidentally, as a method of recovering stored data that only mutation-prone creatures by design like Omega-Alpha could read.

In drinking from Angel Face, she looked alien up until all the Phazon was drawn from her body. The Law of his Queen then prevented him from completely devouring her life force.

"From the two times that were logged of Omega-Alpha's condition under the effects of Phazon, we can also deduce that the energies within him act like oil and water. Life energy would be the water, and Phazon would be the oil.

"Oil floats to the top, and that's what gets metabolized first. This would also explain his slaked urge to feed."

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Enter the Demon of Chozodia

Z'Gato almost ran headlong into the creature as he turned to make his exit.

"I couldn't agree more," hissed the creature. It looked like Omega-Alpha, only it looked like his flesh was blackened. The violet stripes and blue eyes had started glowing blue in the same shade as the eyes of Angel Face and Spider. The abdominal casing had turned a sickening green while the nucleus throbbed a dastardly blood red.

"The Queen demands justice," he said with a wave of his hand, curling his fingers to emphasize the shock white of his talons. Then, he placed his hand across his chest in a dear and loving way as if wistfully remembering a fond memory. A small and wicked smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. "And, I am her wrath!

"But, what's this?" His eyes focused on the gaping hole in the side of the Warrior. "For me? Oh, Creator! You shouldn't have! Now, hold still while I treat your wound." What was worse? The languid body language of the inflicted metroid, or the sinister tone in which he was speaking? Or, even worse, he was speaking Galactic Common's Tongue fluently!

In an almost seductive manner, the creature slowly lowered himself to eye-level with the wound. His eyes could sense Phazon residue along the singed edges of the metal and within the flesh starting to spread. Omega's throat constricted while his maw opened. A long, sinuous tongue suddenly stretched out and crackled with electricity. It had a wide flat spot at the tip with barbs.

Just as soon as it appeared, it snaked into the wound with amazing alacrity. As much as it looked like it would hurt, it wasn't all that painful. It was numbing as life energy began to regenerate the afflicted area, and draw out the Phazon residue that was starting to grow within like a cancer. And, just as before, more puzzle pieces began to fall, only this time, a select few as the radiation hadn't been in the suit all that long.

Recordings and transmissions. Coordinates and orders. They clicked and spun and fell into place. Planet: Zebes. Strongholds, research centers, outposts, family denizens....

"Ooooh," he said with a slurp while leaving Z'Gato with one tank recharged. "You've been a naughty god.... We shall speak of this after the mission.

"Dead-eye!" he called as he stood up to face the group, then eying Faulias as if to size him up. "I think I know where to find the target. Let's meet back at your ship.

"Alissa? Good to see you've made a playmate." He said this to her with a cheesy grin. He remembered the life signature that plummeted past his floor down the stairwell. He had confidence in Alissa since she was down at the bottom of the hotel that she would deal with this new piece on the field appropriately. As always, though, sometimes his words had more than one meaning.

"Jenosa," he finally said with a genuine smile and a nod. "I'm glad I could help. I knew I could count on your strength."
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Z'Gato was surprised by Omega's appearance, but he didn't back away from the face-to-face encounter with the abomination. However, when the creature mentioned something about the 'Queen', Z'Gato's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Queen? What queen?" He asked, his tone demanding further clarification about what the metroid was talking about. However, before he could interrogate further, the monster seemed to take great interest in his earlier wound. While Z'Gato heard the creature's tone of voice, read his body language, and the Chozo warrior immediately thought Omega's motivation suspicious. However, after that brief moment, Z'Gato pushed the thought aside. After all, this creature was no doctor, or so Z'Gato thought to himself despite the shiver running down his spine.

The next moment took him completely by surprise. Z'Gato felt the creature's tongue snap into his body, the feeling of it alone made him entire insides stagger and sicken. The Chozo found his stomach practically churning, bile running up his throat; However, he managed to keep it down for a moment as the metroid did its...work. The warrior immediately switched his cannon to the Ice Beam function, preparing to fire it down upon the sick, sadistic creature, but before he could follow through with the attack, the creature pulled back, calling him 'naughty'.

Z'Gato felt his entire mid-section go numb, feeling as though the creature had drained him of energy, but at the same time, his medical readouts told him that the Phazon infection had been removed. The scars would still be there, but for all intents and purposes, he was free of the Phazon taint, and his own store of energy for his suit seemed replenished, somewhat.

The thought, however, of himself and Omega 'talking' about this whole thing sent another chill down his spine, but he leaned against a nearby wall, allowing Omega to proceed forward and speak to the various individuals inside, all the while, Z'Gato running various thoughts through his head.

'That...cretin! Damn him...' He thought to himself as he finally let out the breath he found himself holding during the exchange. Part of him wanted to blast the creature with the Ice Beam then annihilate him with a Super Missile, yet at the same time, Z'Gato wasn't blind to the act of relative compassion this creature just performed.

'I will tolerate his presence...for now,' The Chozo warrior thought, his pride once again filling his chest as he began looking for a way out of this hellhole.
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"Let me," said Jenosa, and that's when shit started to get interesting.

He always knew that she had some sort of infection that gave her powers, but when Jenosa ripped the rope apart with such force as to leave the ends charred, something felt different. In the pit of his mind, something told him that this was part of the story as to why she came back; the rest of his mind decided not to worry about it, as she was back for now, and the rest could be sorted out later.

Unfortunately, Faulias had little time to sort anything before he found himself slammed against the wall, being choked to death by a familiar figure.

What the-- Travis! he managed to whisper through his bludgeoned trachea as he struggled to keep the man's armored powersuit gauntlets from doing further harm. He tried to knock Deadeye's hands away, but being out of his suit so that he could delicately cut at Jenosa's bonds left him at a severe physical disadvantage.

Just as he felt himself growing just weak enough to fall unconscious, his vision whiting out, he heard a voice:

"Holy... Faulias!? What the hell are you doing here...?"

And then, relief.

He collapsed to the ground, choking for air, but after several seconds he forced himself back up and toward his suit. Enough of that mopey-feeley shit, he was getting back in his nice, bulletproof, strangleproof, semi-explosionproof suit. "Can-Opener" would no doubt have something to say about that last bit, but--

“This one works for Delacroix," she said, interrupting his thoughts; "We should go, you need medical attention, and we can question him some where more secure.” Apparently, her name was Alissa, but it was much harder to put scorn into her name as opposed to the title she had given him earlier. And scorn she would get; she was really starting to grate on his nerves.

"Not directly," he wheezed, "but as a mercenary. Didn't know it was Jenosa that was the prisoner, or that they planned to kill 'er..." he paused, then threw his hands up. "You know what? Fuck it. I don't have to justify myself to you, Can-Opener." He stepped up to his suit, which promptly opened up from the back to allow him access before slamming closed. Whirring noises became prominent as the suit's many generators powered up.

"But she is right about you, Deadeye," he said, his suit's voice modulator kicking in. "You don't look too good; you need to get some help, and that seems a better segway than any to get the hell out of here."

"Oh, and I'm coming with you. I want to find Delacroix just as bad as the rest of you... right now, he owes me one hell of a paycheck."
"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way.

Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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"A sound idea, Omega. We just need to get out right now!"

Injury was nothing new to Travis; he was a military brat, pain was nothing new to him. And yet, in spite of it, here he was still using what strength he had and sheer willpower to suppress his pain and remain standing. He had to remain standing.

Jenosa, thank God... thank God she was alive! Of course, what was amazing was that she had literally singed her way to freedom.

She had, literally, pulled the rope somehow that it lit and cut her free.

But then again, with the building above them in the dark and partially flaming and wrecked, was this really a good time to worry about it!? He had to think about this later.

"I... I'm fine compared to Z'gato here." Travis finished his sentence between breaths. Though the armored hunter tried to remain standing tall, it was obvious to anyone in the room that he was injured.

"Alissa... we can trust this man. Faulias might be a merc but he isn't without a moral compass... not that you care about that." He continued on, his eyes falling to the doorway. "Sorry for nearly choking you by the way, Faulias..."

"Let's... let's go, we only have half an hour before the power returns to the hotel! Everyone, let's get the hell out of here! I already explained to the local PD what we were up to but they're going want to know what the hell went wrong and we really don't have time for that!"

As he turned to leave, though, Travis stopped at Spider's corpse and rifled through the pirates' belongings along his carapace; he stopped when he came across two things; a computer system and his federation standard pistol that Jenosa had at the time. Perhaps the computer held nothing of help, but it might help him understand more about Delacroix and what he's up to. He'd check it out at the Arctic Storm.

For now, the only thing he could do was leave and recuperate.

(This belongs to me, you son of a bitch...) He thought to himself, checking to see if the gun was still loaded before clicking the safety on and sticking it into an empty compartment on his belt.
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