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Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,555 Views)
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Jenosa was still a bit surprised at Alissa's cooperation, especially when the woman took off her helm in a way that meant she was serious about this. She expected Alissa to just up and leave because, by her logical way of thinking, it would probably be a waste of time. Jenosa might have agreed, but that was a besides the point.

It still felt ridiculous to put so much effort to obtain her suit, but in all due honesty, she felt really attached to, and more than just a vintage, longtime tool. Every time she fought with the feelings logically, her gut instinct would double back; even if the suit, or it's destruction, didn't feel necessary for survival, the damn thing felt so much like an intricate part of her.

"Screw it, we don't have the time," she replied sternly. It looks like I'll have to do this the hard way, she thought with an inward sigh. "I'll just have to be your X-ray scanner for you."

She really didn't want to do this. Almost every part of her being screamed at her not to, simply because the actions and urge shouldn't be her. But she did, and without a hint of hesitation. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let herself focus. Her irises had become a constant cyan that glimmered amidst the dark and she looked about with them.

Oddly, as soon as she was able to make out the pulsing blue lines amidst the walls and floor, her anxiety and internal nausea of summoning this vision of hers melted away, turning into satisfaction at what she had accomplished.

She smiled at how she was able to simply make out the lines, and pointed out to Alissa where they were.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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(( I feel it could be better, but I am not sure how))

If Alissa found Jenossa's ability to see through the wall strange she hid it well. in honesty she knew that there was more to the red haired hunter than met the eye. Without knowing Jenossa's history this could simply be normal for the woman.

Alissa moved towards the wall next to the door pulling a cutter from her belt, with Jenossa's help she was able to map out a section of the wall that she could cut away and gain access to the inside of the closet. The cutter was a good deal more powerful than was required to cut through the hotel wall and made rather short work of it. She replaced the cutter on her belt before sitting back looking to the panel that she had cut away taking a breath.

there was still a chance that this could end poorly for them all, and in the end she was trusting the word of a woman that had so far as she could see no equipment that would allow her to see this trap. she reached and pulled the panel to the side before leaning in and looking in, she could see the bomb, it was rather obvious sitting there near the door with wires linking up with the door latch.

"I see the bomb, But I don’t see the suit. it would help if I knew what I was looking for" she said looking around a moment pulling back out of the hole she had cut into the wall.

She considered quietly a moment reaching to her belt for tools she could use to deactivate the bomb, she settled an earpiece over her right ear which included a small transparent screen infront of her eye before moving back towards the hole in the wall. reaching with a small hand scanner beginning to try and figure out how to shut the bomb down.
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There was a clatter, and then a thumping onto the roof of the Arctic Storm.

Travis, battleworn and winded, opened the hatch before abruptly slumping down onto the floor in a kneeling position.

He was finally inside of the ship, the one truly safe place on the entire planet for him at the moment; here he could finally relax and allow the adrenaline to leave his bloodstream, and tend to his injuries.

"Constantine..." He was short of breath at this point, managing his words only now and then. "Disable the neutrino flash system and pull the suit aside for maintanence; replace the left kneeguard, it's been blown off. ... where's... where's Alana?"

"Well... Travis, she's over in the other room, I'm sure she can hear you."

He had to find that mender and place his hip under it; it probably wouldn't act as a cure-all, but it would at least assist the healing process and give him back free range of movement. The hunter stretched out as a set of robotic arms reached out around his body, and with a beep the systems holding his suit together came loose; like a body glove, the armor was pulled off of Travis and reassembled off to the side, machines speedily working to maintain, clean, and fix the armor.

That didn't stop Travis from looking like a bit of a mess as he slightly limped into the living quarters though, throwing his jacket into a ball off to the side toward a chair, taking off his shirt to inspect for injuries and shuffling around.

"We... we got her back, Alana. Sorry that you were here alone, it was the best I could do at the time. By the way, do you happen to still have my mender handy...?"

Travis watched as the medical diagnosis came up on the screen.

[Considerable injury on subject's left pelvis, mender treatment urged immediately. Broken capillaries in nose detected, mend immediately...]

Heh... it would've helped if he had been wearing his flex armor underneath the suit.
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"What else do you know about that trap, Vega? We need that suit now."

"You really think they let me in on their plan?" Rex shot back. "They want me dead just as much as you. The only reason I even know about the bomb is cause I was still awake when they was rigging the damn thing."

He stared up at Faulias, his expression defeated and yet somehow still defiant, even though he had no reason to be. "Look, you want a suit, my brother can get you a suit. And it'll be ten times more better then that dinged up old piece of crap you're wearing. Matter of fact, you get me back alive and Jimmy'll probably get you whatever you want"

Rex watched as Jenosa did... whatever it was she was doing, and then Alissa started cutting into the wall.

"So you're uh... you're really gonna do this, ain't you?" Rex crossed himself, then squeezed his eyes shut, expecting a big boom at any second.
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Alissa pulled herself into the closet and began to work. There was something to be said for the training and conditioning she had endured since childhood; a steady hand slowly passed the hand held scanner over a bomb she knew would vaporize her if it were to detonate while she was working. As she scanned the eye piece displayed the circuitry and pathways that were hidden within the casing.

***the device is surprisingly complex given the haste it was likely deployed with*** came the AI's analysis of the bomb ***no radio detonation, it is linked to the door and the garment bag hanging, likely containing the suit, the casing has a sensor, it is likely the bomb will detonate if the case is opened. There are no fewer than three fail safe devices, all of which appear routed directly to the detonator***

Alissa took a quiet breath as she set the scanner to the side, silently studying for a moment, she pulled a small disk shaped object from her belt and sat staring at the bomb as if it might reveal its secrets on further instruction. There was a keypad on the surface, likely used to set the device, it could perhaps be used to defuse the bomb if one knew the right code, which she did not. That was however the best place she knew of to start, she placed the device over the keypad pressing a small button she watched the device start flashing before the lights solidified. Below the device nano-wires reached down into the bomb making new connections, allowing access to the bombs system.

She placed her hand on top of the device and closed her eyes her suit connected with the interface she had just created. Her world shifted coming into sharper focus, the suit carried the information directly to her brain where she could act much faster than she could physically. Her heart rate and breathing quickened as she began working. She started to strip away the layers, working quickly but carefully. In some ways this was no different than any other security system, except there was no fighting her way out if she failed.

Outside the closet there was really no way for the others to see what was going on, several minutes after Alissa had entered the closet a beeping could be heard, slow at first but gaining in speed as she worked. It was the interface, not the bomb its self, and quite suddenly it all stopped. There was a few moments while Alissa sat staring at the bomb that was not inert as she caught her breath. She stood slowly inside the closet before reaching and pushing the door open stepping out slowly.

It had actually been rather close, not that she would share that with the others. Her pulse was still racing, more from the stress of it than anything else. She looked to the others in the room returning her tools to her belt

“we should go”
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Jenosa watched anxiously as Alissa tore open part of the room to get at the bomb, getting more tense as time went on. At the same time, she kept a sharp focus with her eyes, guiding her and showing Alissa where the wires would be, and helping out where she could. It was a bit of strain because she had never concentrated so much before; yet being able to make out the wires with such detail brought a sense of accomplishment that replaced her initial misgivings of using this aspect of her. Not just because of the fact that she had partially managed to help foil Delacroix's trap, but that she had even been able to focus her vision to see the energy outlines so sharply.

She relaxed her mind when Alissa no longer need her eyes, but she relished the accomplishment like she relished her own strength and independence. She was still tense giving that they still had a bomb to deactivate, but the emotion lingered momentarily.

That was when Rex spoke up, and Jenosa replied, "Sorry, but big bulky suits are not my style, and my armor in there is one of a kind."

Rex's words, however, made her frown, feeling guilt again; in the end, all they were risking their lives for was a single suit of armor. At this point, it seemed stupid to say no now they had come so far; but even so, she thought, was it really worth it? Just to give into this single, illogical impulse beating deep in her chest?

The truth of the matter was that, while she wanted to say the answer was 'no', everything else about her body was now screaming to her that she did actually did need this...'suit.' Like some kind of biological function equivalent to breathing.

She pushed these thoughts and feelings as she observed Alissa at work with the bomb now, doing some kind of electronic, computer magic to get at it. The whole moment for her was incredibly tense, her own heart beginning to race and her breathing becoming more rapid. By the end of it, sweat was actually beading her forehead.

Before Alissa could make her statement, Jenosa made a bee line for her suit, quickly grabbing it with fevered movement, as if nothing else mattered to her. She turned to Alissa with the suit lightly strung across her shoulder - the suit was surprisingly lighter than it looked - giving the woman a grateful expression. "No need to state the obvious, I want to get out of here as much as you do. But," she added, "thanks."

The trio made their way onto Alissa's ship, it's door opening out of midair next to the balcony while it was still cloaked. As the door closed, Jenosa stumbled after landing from her graceful jump, dropping the suit as she did. If her labored breathing hadn't been noticeable in the suite just before they left, it was now, and so was the sweat coating her forehead. It looked as if she had ran a marathon, and scans would reveal that Jenosa's heart rate beating way faster than normal.

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Alana wasted no time in getting her medical gear together and ready. She was glad to have had the conversation with Constantine, but was unable to fully explain what happened with Jenosa when they were required to leave immediately. She was called to attention that there would be some medical attention needed with Travis, but when she asked about Jenosa, she was glad to hear her friend was alright for the most part; although she knew that Jenosa's biology always seemed to be actively changing...mutating in a way. Would anything happen to her that nobody would but her would notice?

That didn't matter at the moment - though it certainly made her curious - as she was more interested in tending to the wounded. Unlike her days at the camp before she met Jenosa, this was something she actually looked forward in doing. At the camp, things had mostly been tedious, taking after so many wounded and cataloging so many dead that it just became repetitive. Here, though, it was just one person, and one who was a friend of a friend that she was glad to use her medical expertise on - err, help out.

"Yes, I have your silly mender," Alana replied, "and I'm certainly not letting you use it. Also, you medical stores could use an overhaul; they're good medical supplies, but they not very diverse. As it is, you're lucky enough that I kept a small amount Landrix blend; then again, you're not a medical expert, so I guess you wouldn't know the more exotic, organic blends."

Alana went to work in fixing up Travis, who's medical expertise clearly outclassed his.
"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death."
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Alissa “helped” Vega into a chair in the passenger cabin of the Black Bird. “don't touch anything” she warned quietly before turning to check on Jenossa who was still in the entry corridor. She placed a hand on the wall as the ship began to move.

“Are....are you alright?” It was clear that Jenossa was in rough shape. Short of breath, sweating, Alissa was fairly sure that a scan would reveal a good deal more then with understanding born more from personal experience than anything else “ your...abilities are....taxing, aren't they?”

For Alissa it was a simple thing, the longer she let herself slip into an enhanced state the higher the strain on her brain and nervous system. Most of the bionic and cybernetic systems existed to restrict her abilities to keep her from failing out right. Alissa bent down and picked up the suit that had been dropped a moment looking from it to Jenossa a moment. It was strange, she was genuinely concerned for the well being of the other hunter, and more she felt a sort of kinship, almost as if there was something she could understand about Jenossa that few could.

“come on, I've got a place you can catch your breath, and suit up if you feel like it” Alissa would wait till Jenossa signaled she was ready before leading her through the ship though instead of moving into the living quarters where Rex was sitting she opened another door and stepped inside, the room was small, there was a bench along one wall, another had weapons on pegs save those Alissa had equipped, there were two bays set into one wall, one held a suit that looked quite similar to Alissa's, the other bay was empty. Alissa had a notion of what Jenossa was going through, her reaction though would be a desire to be alone till she regained control.

“if you need anything...” Alissa paused a moment before turning to leave, planing to give Jenossa the privacy that she would have wanted.
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"Ngh...." Travis grunted a bit as Alana poked and prodded at him, checking to see where the pain was originating from. She had moved Travis onto a bed, laying him flat on his back and carefully examining his body for injuries. "To be... honest, I had forgotten that although you were with the coroners, you *are* a doctor..."

Even with a scanner, the there was always a wound that could be missed; it wasn't perfect after all. She tilted her head to the side when Travis spoke up, "So you DO remember me from that little funeral you guys had. Umm, not to push on sore spots or anything. I bet you're wondering what I've been doing with Jenosa."

"No worries," Travis replied. "It takes more than that to get under my skin usually.... but now that you mention it, I am. So let me ask this one question: how in God's great heaven is it possible that she's still with us??? I....."

His voice trailed off at this point, recalling the memory as he flinched momentarily. "I had held her in my arms. She was dead... I could see it in her expression; I didn’t' need a machine to tell me. When you've been on a lot of battlefields you can easily recognize that sort of thing. That pallor of the flesh, that stillness of the lip... bah, I'm rambling. Still... what have you two been up to?"

Alana understood that Travis was undergoing memories of the event, and that was hard on him a bit. Still, it brought her and him to a fundamental question that she herself occasionally asked. "I wonder what happened myself. I mean, I WAS responsible for ACCIDENTLY resurrecting her...and that sort of happened AFTER you guys left."

She explained to him that when she was taking a log of her wounds, she had found her physiology to actually be unusual yet subtle, and that she had hoped to get a better understanding of what had happened when she was alive. She explained that while she was a doctor, she was also a scientist at heart; but also explained that she respected the dead and didn't want to do anything that would ruin the body.

So she had used frenezine to see what Jenosa was like while alive. How clever.

"That was clever of you.... but still... to hear you ressurected her... that... I can't wrap my head around it. She was dead, I'm sure of it. She had a knife sticking out of her abdomen for crying out loud!" Travis had accidentally shouted at the doctor, sending a jolt of pain through his hip. "Ow... sorry, I didn't mean to shout, it's just..." He sighed. "How do I put this....?"

Alana clapped her ears when Travis yelled, and then said, "It's ok." Definitely under some past stress there.

-Impossible?" She finished for Travis. "Even I was baffled when the frenezine resurrected her - no, freaked." And she described to him in detail what happened, the exact details that first caused Jenosa to go white as a ghost. "It was weird. It was as if...something invisible and intangible had absorbed the frenezine and had turned it into real energy. After having gone over the data, I actually think Jenosa had still been alive, just not physically. There's some weird aspect - some kind of energy that also acts as a biological organism at the same time - about her physiology that must have been still active when her physical body died. To be honest, when I was setting things up, it felt like there was a ghost in the room."

A... ghost." Travis finished. "......" He smiled. "As crazy as this sounds, I believe it a bit. Even if it sounds completely illogical, I think we've pretty much left the realm of logic this evening." A clap of thunder boomed outside as a faint pattering was heard on the roof of the roof of the hangar. The rain forecasted in the evening had finally started. Travis looked at the picture hanging up on the wall, his memories swimming at the memory of the woman depicted; how he missed her. "I... think honestly your explanation sounds very reasonable. I.. think that the spirit exists."

"I guess that's the closest think you could call it that. Whatever this spirit is, though, it isn't just an ordinary ghost; it's more like a constantly evolving or mutating organism. Jenosa went through a terrible amount of pain when she came back to life. After the event, a scan revealed her muscle structure had changed on the molecular level. It can't fully describe how's it's changed, only that it seems like the woman has become a hybrid between a human and an alien - an alien who's physiology might be different from that of your common carbon based organism." She chuckled to herself a little, "Ok, I know I'm speaking a bit scientific here, but I think you get the point. With that all said though," she frowned as she spoke the next few words, "she KNOWS how this happened to her. She knows it's some kind of virus, and whatever that virus is, or where it's from, is very ugly. Nasty ugly. She knows more than she telling us, which is fine by me; but...it still leaves me bothered by it."

"A virus? But... that's crazy, if it's a virus, wouldn't it be attacking her system directly? Still... what you are telling me explains a bit of it. I... noticed something about her that bothered me a bit. Jenosa's eyes... they've occasionally been flaring blue. Personally though... I wouldn't worry so much. If we were in any danger from it, she would be gone; that's just the feeling I get from her. But still... you're right. We should ask her about it, but we can’t force the answer from her; we should wait until the chaos dies down. How are things coming along by the way Alana?"

"Very good," she replied with a nod. "The Lamdrex blend should be helping with your internal bleeding, and thankfully you’re in pretty good shape. I'll have you patched up, but even with the mender, your body is gonna need some rest."

"Heh, not surprised there." Travis smiled. "I -did- step on a mine after all. If I hadn't had the suit on I would've lost a leg."
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The Phazon drunk Metroid stood in silence as he watched a Creator at work on Z'Gato's vessel. If Omega-Alpha's eyes could fire laser beams, they would have cut the Chozo Warrior in two. Though what they had been through wasn't too bad from his standards, there were quite a lot of things he had learned.

One of which the creature had found exceedingly disturbing. Records of Zebes, and the relative files. Many of which were unreadable due to being deleted or stored in a fashion he couldn't discern. However, what relevant data that did exist seemed suspicious.

From what Omega could piece together, Z'Gato's origins were from Zebes; This was his mother's home where she grew up. He was told of some of the stories by Samus, even some of the prophecies that even she had trouble swallowing. It was just the way that data about that planet was portrayed is what gave Omega pause to reconsider the true intentions of this warrior.

Despite all appearances, Omega-Alpha wasn't angry in the slightest. He just wanted a story to fill in the gaps. If anything, he was frustrated, and maybe a little disappointed in Z'Gato.

"We must hurry back to Dead-Eye's ship," he warned. The creature had no doubt that Travis, Alissa, and Jenosa would be waiting for them. "Let us make this brief.

"I can read emotions. Some of which I do not understand, but what I see in you is someone who wants to show strength despite what he is truly feeling. For this, you are always angry. Angry at yourself. However, instead of admitting it, you lash out at everyone around you.

"You act like this is 'strength'. You find comfort in this. As long as no one gets close to you, they can never find out. You're afraid of people getting close. You fear this greatly, and anger is your only shield."

A small smile tugged at his maddened mouth. It was accusing and threatening. He acted like he held the upper hand now like a cat cornering a mouse.

"I want you to tell me a story, My Creator," he hissed, "as a father to his son. Tell me about my Queen's home. Tell me about... Zebes!"
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As the hygiene shower unit began pouring water down Z'Gato's body, the warrior let out an exhausted sigh, his shoulders dipping a little bit. So much for a peaceful shower. The insatiable curiosity of the creature was beginning to grate on his nerves, but at the same time, Omega's inquiry about Zebes brought a lot of memories to the front of his mind, memories both great and terrible. Memories he would have rather locked up in the back of his mind and never thought again.

"Zebes...Zebes was once beautiful. Truly the apex of civilization of my people," He said, the phrase 'my people' flowing from his beak a bit more readily than he would have liked to admit. Not after what had happened...

"Towering temples, underground complexes, and a metropolis of buildings, Zebes was, perhaps, a great military stronghold, yet it was also a center of learning and spiritual harmony. When any Chozo steps upon Zebes, it was a second home for them in their minds, as if the planet had been specially created just for us. You could do anything there, learn anything there, create anything..." Z'Gato said, looking over his shoulder at the creature. The water burned his open wounds, but it was only a minor pain compared to the hell he had just been through. In addition, the water seemed to calm him. "If you were there, you would have called it a marvel, a true jewel of the Chozo. New Trainees would be taken to Zebes to learn and to train. The legions of Power-Armored troops once covered vasts parade grounds...no grass was greener than on Zebes, no trees were taller than those on Zebes, and no mountains were taller than those on Zebes..." He said, the wonder and admiration in his voice fully apparent. It felt strange to hear himself say these things, as he had not contemplated such things in a long, long time...

At this point, his wounds were as clean as he could make them. He stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off as he spoke, eventually sitting in a chair and table. He pulled out a needle and thread and began stitching his more serious wounds after disinfecting them, though his hand was oddly shaky. "Every soldier was trained at Zebes, for the training grounds offered the best training one could hope to see, and the underground caverns tested the mettle of even the bravest of warriors at times. My brother was trained there, and so was I," He said, his tone taking more of his usual self, as if he was approaching a subject he really did not wish to speak. "Ranks upon ranks of Chozo were trained there, and once upon a time, there was no force in the galaxy that could stand before the Chozo legions," He said, his voice becoming a bit more terse now as he finished his stitches. He then stood once again, his face wincing at the pain in his leg, and walked to a storage cabinet.

It was there that Omega might realize where most of Z'Gato's wealth went, since Z'gato was a bounty hunter. The cabinet was filled with a variety of combat drugs and stim shots, some of them possibly illegal. Z'gato retrieved a stim shot and stabbed himself in the leg with one, his face already relaxing now that the stimulants were already forcing the pain in his body to ebb away, but his hand was still shaking for some odd reason. He then drew out a syringe with some sort of combat drug and injected himself with it in his arm, and another sigh released from his beak. Other normal individuals might have thought it strange, but Omega might have been able to deduce why: It was possible Z'Gato was addicted to combat drugs.

Z'Gato finally regained his usual composure, disposing of the needles into a bio-hazard receptical. "That was before the war. After a time, before the pirates waged their war against the Chozo, the high leaders of Zebes had grown used to extended years of peace, and thought there was very little need for such a strong and large military force, and many within the ranks of warriors were re-educated towards more peaceful occupations. The pirates hit our worlds hard, while our military force was still weak..." He said, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, as if trying to push a bad memory out of his mind. "When Zebes fell, the Pirates claimed it as theirs, ruining the beauty that was Zebes."

Z'Gato finally moved back towards where his armor lay, the repairs on his armor complete. While it would take time for the artificial metal to completely harden, it was now environmentally sealed again and ready for combat. He tossed his towel aside and slipped on another black suit over his body before putting his armor back on.

"The songs of sadness that the Chozo sang are rumored to have lasted for a full solar year."
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