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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Dec 18 2011, 10:49 PM Post #271 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Well, as a matter of fact? Yes..." Travis pressed a button on the ship console to bring up a holoscreen. "While I was laid up and recovering from our bout with his goons, I began going over the data I recovered off that zebesian's PED... and what I found pretty much explains the seeming insanity and secrecy unfurling here in Durendel this evening." As the hunter explained, the holoscreen shimmered into existance and brought up a diagram of polygons connecting in a genetic helix pattern. Scattered throughout the diagram were annotations, numbers and notes pointing to specific proteins. While Travis was certainly no doctor or biologist, he could make ends meet from the basics... it was some type of infusion diagram. "To start with unravelling this night's mysteries... that almost freakishly-strong woman from before, among other things... I looked over this diagram when I came across this annotation right here." Travis moved a finger over an abbreviation of numbers. "See right here where it says '12.13.AB.PC'? Notice the initial, 'PC', and the asterisk indicating high radiation according to the legend below? Now, what do you suppose would be used in genetic infusion that can be implanted biologically and be so... virulent at the same time? Phazon, naturally..." He moved own, switching to another screen with photographs of objects the chozo warrior would find innately familiar. "I'm sure I needn't tell a member of the Chozo race what these here are. This is all the proof we need to assure Delacroix can't easily worm his way out of this. But..." The hunter drew his breath, as if hesitating to go to the next screen. Travis' body stiffened and then flexxed out and he finally changed to the next slide, revealing two documents. One was a list of some type listing various amounts of currency, the other a list of names and identities. It was the second list that had given the hunter pause, as if he wanted to immediately deny the contents. "This first list seems to validate the story that Vega gave us when we originally caught him. At first, I thought it was a contact list, but as I read down... it's a betting table for a horse race. Either way, it seems Delacroix has his fair share of hands in gambling and betting trades. The other document here though it what worries me... it has names. Actual names. And many at that." "I know this is an awful lot to process at once, but the implications of this are troubling. This probably explains how the hell he was able to get away without being caught... or rather, not being apprehended. This also makes me want to have another chat with Mr. Vega... because it so happens his name is in here- er, rather, his -brother's- name. He is on Hunroth, gambling with Delacroix and just happens to steal an ice beam weapon when all this is going on...? Well, considering I know his brother is an arms dealer and smuggler of sorts... It stinks, majorly." He sighed. "Although, he probably won't want to speak with me personally, after all, I am probably indirectly responsible for the peril he was in. I let him go to the authorities initially... except they weren't the authorities if you get my drift. Or even if they were, they had no intention of taking him down to a Durendel Police Office. Short of beating it out of him, it's going to have to be somebody else in our band that gets the information from him; I'm sure you picked up on this too, but he knows more then he is telling us." |
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| +CEMP+ | Dec 19 2011, 12:21 AM Post #272 |
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(OOC: Uber giant JP between me and Alissa) “Thanks,” Jenosa replied, grateful Alissa had agreed. Even if Alissa obviously wasn’t socially adept, Jenosa needed someone she could talk to comfortably right now, someone…whom she could relate. And ironically, Alissa was that person, the irony not just being the fact that they had only met, but the fact that Alissa was more alien to Jenosa than anyone else she had met or befriended, even that of Z’Gato and Omega. Sure, both of those two were weird xenomorphs, humanoid but completely different from that a human being, but that was just it. Creepy crustations and slimy organisms were so much a common day sight that they really didn’t look that creepy all. But Alissa was so human that the blur with her inhuman features - from her unnaturally, pure white hair, her almost colorless eye, to that sensation of that mechanical system inside of her - made her seem all that more alien to her. It was that reason, Jenosa realized as she drank her water in one gulp, that she felt this kinship with the other woman. She sat down, appearing far more open than when they had first. She sigh, “I’ll be honest, what I’m going to ask might seem…weird to you..” She paused for a moment, choosing her words, “When you use your abilities, what goes on in your head? I mean, what are your feelings about it using them? How does it affect your mind?” And she added, “Don’t have to answer if you don’t feel comfortable about it.” Alissa paused in what she was doing as she considered both what Jenosa was asking along with what her answer might be. It was not that she felt any reluctance to answer the question, more that she had never really considered it to be anything to think about. To her it was a natural part of herself if anything the rest of the time is what felt strange to her, the world was muted, dulled. “The world comes into focus, sharp, clear….sometimes I am surprised how slow the world moves” She looked to the pistol she had set on the work bench a moment thinking quietly before continuing with what she was doing remaining silent for a while. “When it’s over….I’m not sure how to express the sensation.” She considered the reason for the cybernetics that limited her nervous system, there was a defect in the way she was made; her body passed far too much information along to her brain. Alissa was considered a prototype, not complete, flawed. She moved placing the weapons in their place on the wall looking over what she had that she might want to take with on the next part of this mission. Jenosa listened to Alissa intently, drinking her water in large gulps periodically, her little episode having left quite a thirst. The question of just how similar they were to one another had been a burning curiosity ever since she had the room privately to herself, and truth be told, what she had been thinking about it for most of the time during then. It was clear the two were going to be working together for a while, and thus she wanted to get to know the woman better for all the baffling help she had done. There was a moment of silence as Jenosa digested Alissa's words, her face staring at the floor pensively. It seemed almost uncharacteristic of Jenosa's enthusiastic nature, but, internally, they were thoughts that weighed heavily about her life, who she was, and how she had changed. When she spoke to Alissa about her own experience, she did so with a mixture of emotion on her face. "For me, what comes into focus isn't the world itself, but...a certain aspect of it that normal people can't make out. It hard for me to express too, but if I had to describe it, it's like...the energy flowing people, machines and other stuff is tangible; I can feel it around me- she shivered uneasily as she made that description -more than see it." "And what's more..." she said, looking at her seared palms in an almost fearful manner, "what's freaky is that I'm able to make that energy an extension of myself. I don't know about actual people, but for machines, it's as if my blood is actually pumping through it. Heck, it was how I killed Spider - I literally ripped his own energy blade off with my bear hands when he came down with it," she explained, showing the burns across her palms in case she hadn't noticed, "and that's not even an electronic component." Alissa stood in quiet reflection, her emotions such as they were never really played across her face. It had always been assumed that she was cold, logical, machine like even; which had at times been true in her past. more and more the truth was that she was simply startled by them, and being unsure of what to do with them, relied on her conditioning to get through most situations. She turned looking to the burns a moment before moving cabinet which bore the still universal ( at least on human ships) sign for first air, white with a red cross centered. she moved drawing a stool over so she could face Jenosa quietly extending a hand holding a mender in the other hand. She would wait for Jenosa to provide a wounded hand before starting to work scanning the device slowly and letting it work for a time before she spoke "Your talents....they are not natural to you" It was a statement not a question, but it was also clearly not a judgment in any way. "Are they part of an intentional effort....or some accident?" It was honest curiosity, Alissa had met a fair number of enhanced humans since leaving the NGC, to date they had all been volunteers in one form or another, a few had not been fully informed of what was in store for them, but Alissa had never encountered another being like her self that had no choice in being altered. Jenosa was, inwardly, relived that Alissa wasn't very apt at outwardly expressing emotions - and she knew there were some there, they just weren't noticeable - primarily because she felt embarrassed with the way she had admitted about her current feelings. She felt it had made her look rather insecure with herself, which while, truthfully, it was probably the case, it wasn't something she wanted people judge her as. Still...it felt good to get it out of her system, and Alissa's close, if often silent, company was more welcome than anything else. Of course, she would have healed the burns herself before if she hadn't been so preoccupied with her current dilemma, as it was easy to ignore the pain when there was so much on ones mind. And normally she would have been apt to actually use the mender herself rather than let someone do it for her, despite the pain of holding the device; it was part of her sense of independence. Yet, while only hesitating momentarily to put out her hand out, it felt...proper to let Alissa do it. A kind of kinship really. And just as Jenosa was curious to learn more about Alissa, so it was the other way around. Jenosa scoffed lightly at Alissa's comment while rolling her eyes. "'Talent's is a nice way of putting it," she replied, as if she didn't regard her abilities as a 'talent', but something...uglier. She made a heavy, long sigh before she spoke again, as if the simple question was not so simple to Jenosa. "It's...mostly accidental," she with some uncertainty, "although...I sometimes wonder if it was truly intentional without me knowing. All I know is that I took this job when I knew I shouldn't have; the signs were there, the nervous secretary and the lack of information, but the price of the contract was too good to pass up. Little did I know that the lab was dealing with a nasty alien virus that just ran amok on everything; the same virus that infected me and, eventually, given me these...talents." She made a short chuckle, "It isn't as simple as it sounds. Back then, on that job, I at least had a means to fight off of the infection. But afterward, after the job, I thought I was clean. The military folks who sent me had checked me and said I was fine; that what's I thought too. But it turns out the virus must have mutated, hid, lying dormant I guess, and perhaps subtly changing me without knowing it. Except it didn't do what it normally did, and, heh, here I am now." She flexed her healed hand, glad the pain was gone, and gave Alissa the other hand. Alissa nodded quietly as she continued to work for a time “It has been my experience, that scientists often allow their curiosity to override their caution” She had suffered more than once over the course of her life for the furthering of the project that had produced her in the first place. She took a breath quietly as she finished with the second hand standing and moving to replace the mender “Though few governments are permissive of outright experimentation” Even the coalition was not inclined to allow unrestricted development, though Alissa knew the lengths which the powerful Olympus Corporation took to keep their experiments from becoming public. “we should be arriving soon” Alissa found she was reflecting on her own origins, something which always made her just a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t born after all but grown, build almost like a living machine, and treated as such till she escaped. She had escaped in part to find her humanity, to prove that how she came into being was not what made her human; though she was still not completely aware of that fact yet. Jenosa nodded emphaticly in agreement with Alissa's statement about scientists. "Yeah, they do that sometimes. But," she added after a brief pause, "other times it's not really their fault for what happens." Case in point, the research of the Scurge on Inos prior to everything going to hell there. From what she could piece together, the scientists had certainly been fascinated with the nature of the alien organism - she could literally feel it in the back of her mind - but she also tasted their fear of it, the very same fear she had of it too. Not of what it could do to her or any of the scientists - the scientists had worked, and fought, surprisingly bravely within that facility - but the fear of what was aloud to spread across the stars. But there was no way for those scientists to know what the Source was capable of growing sentient, and more importantly, the monstrous things it would do when it did. She remember seeing many of those dedicated scientists – dedicated to their government and their people – twisted within the Scurge source's blood red body, and the disgust she felt. Similar feelings wrenched her gut at knowing some of the Source's own alien characteristics had merged and twisted themselves into her own human body - and identity. And yet, as their little conversation progressed, Jenosa found herself becoming more and more...relieved of these feelings. It was then, as she comfortably flexed her healed hand and nodded in agreement with Alissa's statement, she decided to ask Alissa one more question that niggled the back of her mind. "Yeah, I guess we should...though just gotta ask," she said in an oddly, friendly tone, "whenever you're just...beingyourself, you ever get any...thoughts and feelings your just not sure how to deal with?" Alissa paused putting things away before continuing her work, the question might have seemed just a bit odd to most people though it was not to Alissa. It was not that she was afraid to answer the question, it was more that she had never been asked the question and had no fear attached, there was no worry what this questioner would do with the honest answer too the question ***the lab was stark, sterile, white....a row of stasis tubes were lined along one wall, children could be seen, perhaps ten years old, each appearing to be in perfect sleep she sat with her feet dangling off the edge of the table in the lab, swinging her feet back and forth watching with odd colorless eyes as two men in lab coats stood discussing something in hushed tones, she knew they were talking about her because they kept looking at her before turning away. one of the men approached and settled on a stool looking up at the girl "Alissa....the technicians say they heard you laughing at night" she was looking at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers a moment before she nodded "why were you laughing" she took a breath "because......I...was dreaming....I....it made me laugh" the mans brow creased as he looked to her "how did you feel when you laughed" she felt around her mind for a word that would work, there were a lot of children in the facility but none of them laughed, or played, or did anything they were not supposed to do "good" came the honest answer before looking towards the man with innocent eyes. the scientist stood and moved towards the other man "another round of reconditioning......maybe two" **** Alissa thought for a moment longer before answering the question "all the time" "Yeah, me too," Jenosa agreed, quiet yet emphatically, with a smile. ............. For the last few minutes she quietly spent on Alissa's ship amidst the hunter's company, Jenosa inspected her suit thoroughly with an renewed spirit of enthusiasm. Although the suit looked - and felt - fine to her, she wanted to be sure Delacroix hadn't left any booby traps in it, and in all honestly, she really did feel partial towards this suit. Aside from it having saved her skin many times, the feelings she got she could guess was the result of some weird...scurge symbiosis. Oddly enough, she found herself accepting - and beginning to trust - these instincts, and while it wasn't exactly easy to accept what she was as a whole, her conversation with Alissa made it feel necessary. It was funny just just how much of a reflection Alissa was of Jenosa, and just how much their interaction had made her realize the kind of illusion her own fear had placed on her self. And, more over, how deadly it could be, both physically and mentally - to live a life in constant paranoia of herself was just wrong; it wasn't what she had endeavored to be, and should avoid being at all costs. More over, none of the thoughts and feeling she had were ever monstrous, or had made her commit monstrous actions, merely fragments of alien, but innocent, instincts melded with her human mind. if anything, hiding from these thoughts did nothing to help her understand herself, and that would be one of things she would endeavor to do. Even as she knelt down, she felt the sting of her stomach wound from Spider, something she was glad Alissa hadn't healed. Sure, it was a rather grim reminder of where her current physiology came from, but now having opened her mind, it felt symbolic to the fact that while she held an outward soft appearance, she was surprisingly tough; a trait she was rather proud of. She blew a sigh of relief and satisfaction at, after having doubled checked, having found nothing weird. Her heart beat fondly to have the suit worn around her body, a sensation that had been pumping throughout her entire body this entire time during her conversation with Alissa; only now did she become fully aware of it. The reason being - the very reason she hadn't realized she was over exerting herself before - was that she had ignored them due to her fears. And all the more reason she needed to put those fears behind. Honestly, amongst her hesitation, it felt good; she felt like who she had been before she had her job on Inos. With a wry smile, she opened up her suit and slipped in, and what occurred was gratifying, for when it closed up on her, she felt a surge from her flood the suit. The white lines on her suit flared and her suit's armored shimmered the same color momentarily as she took in a deep breath, and as she exhaled, the light energy over her suit condensed into small specks that floated upwards in the air before dissipating. ......... When Jenosa and Alissa arrived and greeted everyone, Jenosa appeared...different, but not in anyway anyone could put a finger on. She obviously seemed less troubled, though still concerned, than she had been before, but what was more, and it could have had something to do with her suit she wore, was that she appeared stronger than when any of them first met. (OOC: *Beep beep* Jenosa leveled up :P) |
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"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." — Monty Oum | |
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| +transcon+ | Dec 19 2011, 08:04 AM Post #273 |
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((Yay! Inspiration!)) With his eyes, he watched Constantine coalesce into view with use of various holographic projectors. With the red slits beneath his eyes, he kept watch of the GATE Intelligence's life force. His nose was even pointing in that direction. "Five minutes?" he asked when told how long it would take for Travis to emerge from his bunk. Again, with these expressions of time, it left the Metroid lost. A few moments later after placing the comm-link down on the counter as instructed, he asked, "how long will that take?" Before he knew it, he could sense Travis coming down the hall. His distinct "smell", or life energy, seemed mostly healthy again. The grand view of his armor coming together was a familiar sight. He wondered if he was using similar Chozo technology akin to what his Mother once used. He then watched Dead-Eye and Z'Gato discuss information gathered on the hotel run. His head pivoted between the two until the holographic projector displaying the information came to light. His brow furrowed as he took in all of the information they spoke of, as well as what was displayed. Omega-Alpha's eidetic memory kicked into high gear, both memorizing and recalling. There was quite a bit of data the Phazon influence had left behind in his genome. The Metroid's chromosomal structure gave way to a strong genetic memory. It was how he was able to recall moments from the time he was merely a hatchling. Also, due to Phazon's nature, and to a Metroid being prone to immediate mutation, it was how it was able to imprint its own information into his memories. It all depended on which cluster the Phazon was derived. He didn't know how much of it was pertinent, but he did know Angel Face's identity, how T'kran's intelligence was transferred to a new body, and why the events that unfolded on Z'Gato's ship happened. "There is a lot more to Phazon," he trilled, though more eloquently. If it was one thing besides his maturity coming forth, it was something that let him figure out how to speak more carefully. "It gets me high, but it makes me do strange things because it changes me. "Angel Face experienced something similar," he explained while still fixated on the holographic image, "though humans do not grow like we do." The Metroid said "we". About that moment was when the two ladies walked into the room. They made their presence known, but all Omega-Alpha could do to acknowledge their presence was to give a curt nod in their direction. His tail whipped up and down a few times as he folded his arms. It was obvious he was concentrating really hard. "You have no idea how important it is to me that we succeed," he spoke through clenched fangs and jagged teeth. They all seemed to move a little, especially the four fangs on his upper row swinging side to side. "These people have weapons that can put an end to Us before we could even recover from our Holocaust. "No.... they have the power to use us... again! I cannot let that happen. "Chances are," he muttered, "they know what I am. They know a lot. They'll be prepared for me. Gotta be sneaky. Gotta be smart.... "What would She do.... no... What should I do?" His hands clasped at opposite elbows as he stared at the holographic projection of the data that Dead-Eye displayed. It was as if he was seeking something that may have been missed. He was beginning to think more and more like his namesake: Aran. However, he was also of a cave-dwelling hive-like species. This meant he had to rely on his most trusted companions to move as one like a well oiled machine. "As a Hound, I have every right to do what is necessary to recover that which is lost, yes?" With a snarl, he whipped around and faced Dead-Eye and looked him down right through his visor. "We kick the nest and see what comes. "Do we even know where to find this Vega Rat? I'll chew on his head until he talks. Meanwhile, Constantine can close all space ports and transportation offices. Delacroix is not leaving this planet alive. After that, we talk to the Law here. There's some corruption that needs to be brought to light.... no matter what it takes. "If we can't end this Ice Weapon problem, I'll end this fucking planet." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Dec 20 2011, 12:35 PM Post #274 |
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“yeah, me too” This caused Alissa to smile a bit though it didn’t last too long. She had considered she might have more in common with Jenossa than most others she had encountered. There was a duality in the woman that even before their talk Alissa had sensed. Regardless of whether it was a natural change or artificial enhancement, there were parallels between the two of them, and Jenossa was the first person outside the Achillies program that Alissa felt would really understand. Alissa followed Jenossa into Travis’ ship; a firm hand was placed on Vega’s shoulder guiding him into the ship as well as preventing him from running. As they moved into the ship Alissa let him go though she was still wary the man might try to escape. Alissa’s attention turned towards omega, the creature was clearly agitated, talking as much to its self as to the others in the room. There was something different about the creature, and not simply in appearance. "If we can't end this Ice Weapon problem, I'll end this fucking planet." Alissa turned her head looking towards the creature quietly for a long moment, where was a subtle tensing as she pushed the conditioned response to a threat of that nature aside. “That….would put us at odds” she said coolly watching the creature for a moment longer Her ships computer which was ever present in at least her ear piece added its thoughts ***the creature is clearly afraid of the ice beam technology, likely an instinctual fear. Analysis of previous encounters suggests that the stasis generator on board may have a similar effect. Should that be needed*** Outwardly Alissa showed no further indication that she was bothered by the creatures words, though she did make a note to keep an eye on Omega. Edited by Alissa, Dec 20 2011, 12:39 PM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Dec 22 2011, 06:21 PM Post #275 |
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Rex was tired. Tired of being dragged around from place to place like a piece of luggage. Tired if being tied up, beaten up, set free and tied up again. Tired of being treated like a criminal. In Rex's mind, he was not a criminal. A nuisance, a troublemaker, sure. The kind of guy who you'd toss in jail for the night and then cut loose the next morning. Not like his brother, a bona fide gangster who'd done real time. Or their father, still doing hard time. The white haired chick guided him from one ship to another and sat him down inside. He wasn't bound this time, but it was clear that he was in for another round of questioning. He wished they'd just lock him up and be done with it, but then he reminded himself: these people were bounty hunters. They played by their own rules and answered to no one. He'd be lucky to just get locked up. He might have even been better off with Delacroix. "So what now?" he asked as the white haired chick sat him down. He looked back and forth between the hunters. Rex had never been the sharpest guy in the galaxy, but even he could see the gig was up. They knew there was more to his story. The only question was how little he could get away with telling them and still look like he was cooperating. |
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| +CEMP+ | Dec 26 2011, 06:07 PM Post #276 |
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Clockwork Master
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As Jenosa made her way onto Travis's ship, she found herself able to focus less on herself and more on her real problems: her blood sample in Delacroix's hands. She still found it inconceivable that she had let that happen, and even more so, and frightening, that someone within Federation space had some knowledge of what she was; but what this brought most to her mind was letting everyone in on the Scurge. There was so much in her that made her want to keep silent about it, some of which stemmed from her professional life of working discrete, secretive contracts; and some of which concerned everyone might react. It was just something she wasn't...comfortable telling in general, possibly because of her experience at the end of her job, and while she could technically keep silent about this during the rest of this 'job', her gut told she'd have to let them know, and probably soon. This feelings sidled off as she entered in the middle of Omega's tense speech, and it was a rare moment for her as well. She had only been with Omega on a few occasions, his rescue being one of them, but of those times, he talked with an alien intelligence. He knew that he thought different from most other species, but she didn't know how much until now. It was clear to Jenosa as Omega talked that, while he held some good intentions and 'morals' here and there, he was deep down an instinctual creature. But even then, she was still quite shocked by his last phrase "If we can't end this Ice Weapon problem, I'll end this fucking planet." "Woah woah woah," she said a in a surprised voice, "trust me, Omega, that is...not a good action to take. At all. On so many levels." Jenosa wasn't entirely up to speed with what Travis had discovered yet, and she was too distracted to run through all the names displayed on the hologram; but she got the hint that, based on Omega's reaction, there was something bigger here than just Delacroix. She could see the Metroid wasn't exactly compliant with her words, but neither hostile to her, so she decided a different approach to diffuse the attitude. She made a sigh, and approaching him without hesitation, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. She chose her words carefully, "Look...I know this whole situation has you afraid - hell, even its got me a bit frightened, but for different reasons. But as dangerous as you can be, and as dangerous as you think you are, your not...an army," almost saying Scurge in place of the word 'army.' "Think: if the end this planet, or so to speak, then the Federation army will have all the excuse to end, and I don't think that's something you want." "Besides," she added, "Delacroix seemed rather desperate to get that ice weapon back, so there's a good chance that was the only one he had. Ergo, you probably wouldn't have to worry about getting iced. Although its probably best we keep our guard in case." Just as Jenosa finished, there was a nervous cough from the corner of the room. Alana had her finger raised, "I'd like to point out that some of those names on Delacroix's favor list are military big heads." "What!?" exclaimed Jenosa, a chill running down her spine. "Well, what? Despite me being interested in biology and sick, I do keep read the news. And i have heard of people like Colonal Chevkosky and General De'lagahn, which are right on this list." "...Right! And this just made my day a whole lot funner," Jenosa said with concerned sarcasm. "Look, my point is," Alana continued, "if there are those kind of people are assisting Delacroix, then, aside from everyone here, we don't know what law enforcements to trust. And they could easily manipulate and steal what little evidence we have." "Little," came Jenosa, "I say that list is very big evidence." "No it isn't," countered Alana, "the list is, at the most, leads, and maybe clues, but not solid evidence. There's no signature or identifying stamp, just app list, and the phazon infusion process. As unimaginable as it sounds, but whatever corrupt law enforcement get's there hands on it can easily spin the evidence whatever way they want." There was a bemused pause from Jenosa before she spoke, "Since when did you become Mrs. Sherlock Holmes?" "I prefer the description John Smith," Alana replied wryly, "if you ever read any books by Robert Ludlum and Clive Cussler, you might understand." "O...k. I'll remind myself to ask more about those books later." She sighed again and turned to Omega, "Ok, so that probably doesn't make you rather happy, but you know who you can chew out right here, right now? That guy," she pointed to Rex. "Because I get the distinct feeling you haven't told us everything." And she added, "oh, and just so you know, Omega is a walking lie detector." |
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"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." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Dec 29 2011, 04:41 AM Post #277 |
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Z'Gato was somewhat distracted from the current conversation. His mind played over the events in his ship again and again, trying to find some kind of meaning behind the words of those ghosts...those ancients. Every presentation during that vision had significance of some kind, though it was possible that Z'Gato was imagining the significance. For all he knew, it was possible that the whole thing had manifested from the Metroid's Phazon-infused mind. But what if it wasn't? What if everything he had seen...had been real...? At that moment, he had overheard Jenosa's comment about not being able to trust law enforcement, and the armored Chozo actually took a moment to look over the presented list, noting Travis' slightly nervous body language. At that moment, the classic Z'Gato scoff emanated through his helmet. "Certain things still hold true. You can still trust in this," He said, raising in his weapon slightly to accentuate the point he was making. Some might have interpreted what he said as a devotion of loyalty from the Chozo, and deep down, he could not help but feel something akin to loyalty to this ragtag group of Hunters, as strange as it was. There was no bond of blood or nation, yet he felt emotionally invested in their well-being and success in this mission, even though Z'Gato was technically taking this Pro Bono. He looked over to Omega and nodded to the Metroid. "I, too, understand your anger, creature. Your goals and my own are similar in this regard, but I would much rather cleave the head of the snake and wrest it free of it's vile body rather than purge the jungle in which it lurks," He said before looking away and crossing his arms over his chest again. "Rest assured, however. This Delacroix will learn the true meaning of fear." |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| +transcon+ | Dec 29 2011, 08:17 AM Post #278 |
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Metroid Specialist
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The creature was certainly anxious, and he had good reason to be. There was what appeared to him a threat to his very race's survival. It was just him and his three daughters. Sure, the ice weaponry might not be all that effective against their advanced forms of growth, Omega being a Zeta and the other three being Queens, however, that didn't stop the instinctive response to that technology. In the right hands for the wrong reasons, they could still slow and hinder them making them vulnerable and docile. Jenosa's hand was fiery warm against Omega-Alpha's cold-blooded flesh. To have a female that he trusted not only approach him with such confidence and trust without looking like prey, and to be a known companion that he trusted with his life, it put his anxiety at bay. The body language said more than the words she spoke. He leaned into the hand that rested on his shoulder. Omega was starving for contact. She could feel his cold flesh begin to relax. A hand reached up and gently covered her hand. The creature's face softened as he looked down at her. Omega nodded once, then leaned down and touched his forehead to hers. That's when he looked over at Alissa. He could see that she was a little defensive about his threatening words. Her own response, coupled with what emotions he could sense, as well as her body language, all merely told him that she was being defensive as anyone would be at the threat of harm. "I would not harm you, Alissa," he quietly spoke. He lowered his head apologetically as he looked to her hand he had healed during the first interview of Rex Vega. It was his way of reminding her of what he had done at that time for her. He turned to watch Z'Gato at this point. The words of a Creator had rung loud and clear in the Metroid's mind. He hung on every word of the Warrior. The way he looked was as though he had regained confidence, but this time, instead of being filled with angst and anger, he seemed more in balance; if only by a little bit. "Your words are wise, Creator," Omega replied with a small smile. He seemed more relaxed and docile towards the crew here at the moment. The double-meaning behind Z'Gato's words as he spoke (something that the Metroid himself was fluent in), coupled with the body language behind him merely lifting his Holy Weapon, everything he saw was confirmed. Even if the ghosts were a Phazon induced mirage, the idea presented there was planted. Omega could see an inner-strength within the Chozo he didn't see before. It was small, like a seed slowly growing in freshly tilled soil. "I... understand. Thank you." The power and awe of it, even as small as it was, reminded him of the power his Mother wielded. He felt that, some day, this Fallen Warrior would potentially become a major influence in his species' growth and culture. Some day. If ever. This crew, this rag-tag group of Hunters who so randomly came together for a common goal, was... almost like a small hive. They were his support group, comrades at arms, and most importantly, a trusted circle of friends. After all, he was still a child in most respects. There was many things he had to learn, and he looked up to each of them for their own brand of lessons to teach. Finally, he turned his attention to Rex Vega. The light in his abdomen flickered and pulsed in agitation. The brow furrowed as he widened his stance. "Jenosa said I can chew you out," he said with a malevolent grin. His smile stretched from side to side of his face baring his saw-like jagged teeth and four moving fangs: the outer fangs larger than the inner ones in the upper row. He was slowly turning his tone and body language to become Rex's nightmare. The metallic hair began to rise. The arms brought their wrists up near the shoulders letting the clawed digits dangle and flex. The tail flattened out level with the floor. Then, one foot lifted and took a single step closer as the body leveled out to meet Rex in the eye. All the others, including Constantine, could feel the eerie predatory vibe emanating from this monster. "Do not worry. Mother forbid eating the flesh of humans. She said nothing of chewing. Now... Talk!" |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 9 2012, 10:06 PM Post #279 |
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Native Son
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"Whoa whoa, back up offa me, will ya?" Rex exclaimed as he backed as far away from the big ugly green skinned creature as he possibly could until all he was doing was pressing his back up against the wall. For some whacked out reason, he thought of his old fifth grade math teacher Sister O'Leary, without a doubt the most frightening human he'd ever laid eyes on. She used to get right up in his face just like the creature was doing now, staring him down with those wicked, beady little eyes as if she was trying to incinerate his soul. It was almost as if the creature had triggered some long repressed memory in him. Her breath didn't reek nearly as bad though. "Look, I'll tell you people whatever you wanna know, just get this fuckin' thing away from me, okay?" |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jan 10 2012, 12:06 AM Post #280 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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The sudden change in Omega's demeanor was certainly revealing of just how much of a friendly danger the metroid could potentially be... But that wasn't all Travis' eyes saw... if anything he sympathized with the creature. The body language and the stressed speech was enough for him; he knew fear when he heard it. It was a little too familiar to him; he remembered that same feeling when he was in the commando corps... the struggle between instinctive, irrational fear and cool logic. As much as the metroid's words were certainly cause for acknowledgement, Travis could sympathize. Omega was afraid, and who could blame him; he knew that a potential agent of death lurked on this planet, and it could come after him at any time. He was amazed that Omega wasn't going beserk already, to be honest. Travis smiled a bit as he watched Jenosa calm their green friend down; he had to admire how strong Omega's will was in his case; to know such a horrible and primal fear and not lose himself to the beast within was something to marvel. Marveling would have to come later though. There was the matter of Rex Vega. "Hm.. well, I can't blame you for wanting to stay away from his fangs, but insulting him isn't gonna help you much. Calm down." Travis paced his way over to Vega, and sighed. "But first... I owe you an apology. I knew Delacroix to be connected, but had no idea just how much... and for that, I am sorry for the last few hours of hell you have been through at his hands. Please accept my apology." Travis' head pivoted downwards into a nod but soon rose, his gaze still fixed on the captive. "It is as Jenosa says though, Rex. We know you haven't told us the full story. Earlier, you denied any deep involvement beyond a simple gamble going wrong at a party. However... we have reason to believe that is not at all true, or... at the most, halfway true." "I looked through the files I retrieved off Delacroix's goon, Spider... and among them was, to my luck, a list of contacts." The armored hunter paced spinning at a pivot and turning back around to connect eyes with Rex again. "Figured out where I'm going with this yet...? Well, even if you haven't, I'll spell it out: your brother is on that list of contacts. Now, what does that prove...? Ordinarily... nothing. However, I happen to know of at least some of what your brother does when he's running around.... such as trafficking illegal weapons for example." Travis drummed his fingers along the ship wall, perching to the side and leaning in. "So here's my point... Delacroix traffics what are -clearly- chozo artifacts into Durendel, you claim to make a bet with him over it... but something doesn't add up here. I looked up your record while I was laid up, Vega... you're small time. Weapons smuggling isn't in your record, and I can tell it's probably not your thing. And yet, for some reason, you claim that Delacroix is a sore loser. But, clearly that isn't the whole tale." "So.. if I may hazard a guess, did your brother put you up to this... or is he involved in some other way, because this doesn't fit your pattern of offenses and habits... and not to say you're the dullest knife in the drawer, but you do not look like one to come up with such an intricate plan alone. "Even if I'm off the mark, I know you're hiding something and that your brother or other higher player is involved in someway. Oh, and don't bullshit me or leave anything out; I have been shot at, blown up, threatened and endured the hell of stepping on a mine, I really am in no mood to listen to a load." |
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