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| ~Alissa~ | Mar 4 2012, 08:45 PM Post #311 |
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She was floating, weightless…sounds seemed to be coming from far away, bubbles could be heard moving through the liquid. She was under water! She couldn’t breathe, she reached out pounding against the curved wall only inches away, pushing and clawing trying to get free, she was trapped, drowning, she pounded and tried to scream but nothing came out. With a thud Alissa hit the hard floor having fallen from her berth on the black bird, another nightmare, she stood rubbing her hip where it had hit the deck “Computer…time” ***The time is 0430*** She sighed a bit and shook her head “lights” Alissa dressed and moved to the small cargo area, it had space for a landing party of 25, though most of it had been taken up with crates of supplies, tools, and her small exorcise area. Alissa was not a fan of space travel, more to the point she was not a fan of confined spaces, and long trips made her ship seem very small to her. Pull-ups, sit-ups, crunches, pushups, really anything to use energy and be moving ***the time is 0600*** Alissa had showered after working out and dressed in a flight suit for the time being, they were between destinations, moving, but waiting for the drive to charge fully before their last jump, they were heading to earth to meet up with the others and share what they had learned she sat at the work bench in the small armory on the ship cleaning weapons, they had been cleaned before but it was something to do. For very nearly two months Alissa had worked with Jenossa to find the information they needed to deal with Delacroix. What they found was no comfort to Alissa. So far as they could uncover; which was difficult enough given the man’s military connections. What they had been able to dig up was not encouraging in her mind, having come from a government that participated in such practices. Genetic experiments, mutations, radiation, and who knew what they were doing with Jenossa’s blood sample. The whole thing made Alissa a bit angry, though she would not explain why, other than to say it was wrong to turn human beings into weapons. And now they were heading towards earth, she had never been to earth, only ever seen images, and most of those were colored with NGC propaganda. She had heard people talk about the human home world since leaving the NGC like it was some sort of magical place, had heard it said that all humans no matter where they were born felt a profound connection to the planet, she did not. At least she didn’t think she did, she had not even really been born, and had wrestled with the notion of her own humanity for some time. Not a natural born human, but not a clone either as no two Achillies subjects were exactly the same, though each was pulled from the same genetic pool. Why was she nervous about going to earth, she had been to hundreds of human worlds, places humanity had a connection too and never felt like this. Was it an expectation of something, or was she afraid of being discovered, she was not sure she could trust human governments, this sphere had spawned every one of them in some way or another. ***time to jump 15 minutes *** She reassembled the weapon and stood stretching a bit as she moved into the main cabin towards the cockpit. Once they jumped it would not be long before landing, and she preferred to pilot her ship herself rather than task the AI with landing she settled in the pilots’ seat and looked to the navigation screen, displayed was a rotating image of the earth along with technical information, gravity, atmosphere, population, government and so on, she signed a moment looking at the image before using the intercom “we will be arriving at earth shortly” |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Mar 5 2012, 07:51 PM Post #312 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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((JP Between Curon and I)) Z'Gato followed Travis down to the hangar bay, where his own ship and the Arctic Storm lay slumbering, waiting for their roles in their descent towards Earth. Travis' bigger ship, the Thunderwolf, was simply too large to comfortably descend through the atmosphere of Earth, not to mention it would draw far too much attention. Z'Gato's ship was fairly iconic and distinctive, making it an easy target to pick out in the skies...but the Arctic Storm seemed almost covert and nondescript, making it suitable for their purposes for the descent, especially with one or more Metroids accompanying them. After a moment, Z'Gato returned to his own ship and retrieved a set of cloaks, one for each of them. They were perhaps a little too big for Athena and Travis, but Deadeye would likely find the bulk of the cloak useful for concealment once they were on foot. Omega would likely not object to this rather meager gift. That merely only left Athena, whom Z'Gato was not sure of. The Chozo himself was still reserved about the whole ordeal. He was not used to nor did he like all this sneaking about, nor did he like hiding in practically plain view, when he should be standing tall and fearless to the enemy's eyes, but Z'Gato at least agreed to have one on hand for himself anyway. "Here," Z'Gato said, offering Travis one of the cloaks. "It should be sufficient to conceal the bulk of your armor, though you will appear quite large by human standards. If nothing else, you might be mistaken for a pilgrim." "Uh... oh wow." Travis looked over the cloak, not quite sure of the situation. While he didn’t' want to refuse the Chozo's generosity and further alienate his brother in arms, he politely folded the cloak and stepped aside to reveal that he had already thought ahead on how to conceal his under-armor. "I appreciate the thought Z'gato, but I think this might be more appropriate for me to wear on SR388 or elsewhere. I can't use this on Earth, but do you mind if I hold onto it?" He stepped aside to reveal that he had already readied a large black leather trench coat, which rapped around and draped his form more naturally for a human; to the passerby, Travis simply looked to be a rocker-type. "If it's any thought though, that fits you, Athena and Omega well enough, you would truly just seem like pilgrims. But earth is my home; it would seem a bit strange for a human to be wearing robes not native to my world. ... and yeah, I don't like this sneaking around either, but considering who it is we're after, if we just run after him he'll slip away even further.” Z'Gato nodded, understanding his brother's sentiments. He did, however, let out an exasperated sigh as he looked down at the remaining cloak, one meant for him. "You can hold onto it, it was meant for you anyway. If you insist on this madness of stealth and subterfuge, however..." He said, not liking the situation one bit. If this had been two months ago, he would have refused up and down until the end of time. There was only one thing that changed Z'Gato's opinion on the matter. He trusted Travis. "I will go along with it. I can at least hang on to my helmet underneath the cloak easily enough without issue. But you are sure this will work?" Z'Gato said, setting the helmet on the hip of his armor before donning his cloak over it. He did indeed look comically bulky with the cloak on, but at least the illusion of stealth was present, though the Chozo did not draw up the hood over his head quite yet. "Where are those two...?" "Hmm... I think Athena may still be chatting with Omega, she might be trying to figure out how to get her father on board of my ship without freaking out; you know how he gets with enclosed space unless he's accustomed to it." Travis remarked, slipping the coat on. The sheen of a federation standard pistol could be seen as he slipped it behind the coat out of sight and safely concealed. "Don't worry Z'gato, it doesn't look bad; if anything, you wouldn't be able to tell if you were armored in those robes unless you fired off a shot or you were patted down. And it's not like we'll have an issue with that, being bounty hunters..." His gaze turned to the blue-green planet below... after almost a year, Travis was finally back on his home planet. He'd have to call Jack up after this bounty, see what he had in stock, and maybe go fishing in the bay north of the city. "As for our destination? I have a hunch it will likely be in America, but we need Jenosa to beam us the intel so I can chart a course to the right port." Z'Gato nodded, apparently satisfied with that explanation for now. "How often is it that Bounty Hunters visit your home world?" Z'Gato asked, shrugging into the cloak a little better. He then made another aggravated sigh, but he did not voice his concerns again. It was not as if Jenosa and Alissa were incompetent, but at the same time, Z'Gato was aggravated that they would have to wait on the women, again, before acting. He suppressed the thought for the moment. "Very well, then. You know this planet better than the rest of us, so I will follow your lead. The underbelly of this world cannot be that different from any other, though, I would imagine." "Oh, Earth is likely to be unique to itself.” Travis shuffled his wrist device under his sleeve, checking to assure the Neutrino-flash system was active. “You're talking about the world from which humanity is originally from, after all. And that includes the underworld; there are groups from which originate as far back as 400 years, including the Italian mafia. I'm sure you've at least heard of them?" Z'Gato shook his head. "No, I have not. I ran into a frequent number of human pirates and gangs in my time, but I have not heard such a word," he said, playing around with the word 'mafia' in his head for a few moments. "I will keep awareness, however." |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 12 2012, 11:03 PM Post #313 |
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(OOC: Take it from here DA) It would have been weird for Jenosa to be bunking in another hunter's ship, especially for two months; heck, it would have been down right embarrassing. Normally, she preferred to work for a roof of her own, relishing the sense of independence and hardship she got out of it; but this situation wasn't about making ends meet for her 'normal', everyday life. It was about a grudge she had surprisingly held for this long, but that was also because this was had become more than a simple grudge - it was a vendetta. Not just for Delacroix, but to whoever had the gal to commit some mad science with her blood sample; everything about it in someone's else knowing hands made her spine shiver. What would they do with, and what would come out of it? They were thoughts that often surfaced whenever she went to sleep, and it sometimes turned into a sick nightmare who's details she gladly couldn't fully remember. In fact, in a way, it felt incredibly appropriate to be partnered with Alissa like this. The two of them seemed to hold this...silent, innate understanding of about one another, almost as if readings each others thoughts and feeling through their body language and eye contact. More over, Alissa seemed surprisingly open to Jenosa whenever she struck up a conversation with her, albeit with however few words she had to say, but it was interesting to note they had found they had a lot more in common than just their physiology; in particular, their exercising habits. And over the two months, they had formed a remarkably good duo. During their search, the two of them had to occasionally plunge the underworld of various planets, and more than once had they found themselves in a tight spot. Not only did neither of them never truly leave one another during a fight, but they soon began to work as a well-oiled team. So much that, after their recent skirmish, Jenosa wondered if there was this weird 'bond' between them. She could have been imagining things, despite how well coordinated they've been these past few days, but one thing she did notice was Alissa's own sleeping habits and...hints of nightmares. Since she had to sleep in a room next Alissa's (there wasn't anywhere else) that was exactly sound proof, she occasionally heard heavy panting, as well as panicked muttering; even the telltale thud of falling out of bed. And when she saw Alissa the next morning, there was the remnants of a harrowed look in her face. She once asked about the noise, but the woman, for all her openness towards her, seemed to largely avoid the subject. Although she didn't persist on the on it, she wondered what exactly that silently composed woman could have gone through to have such disturbed sleep. As for Jenosa herself, she found it hard to imagine, despite all she had been through recently, who and what she had become after all these years: a human yet disturbingly alien female. It was something she could sense it as an instinctual fact with every person, human or xeno, she passed by; no matter their shape or form, the distinction between her and then was incredibly uncanny; the comforting exception being Alissa. It was as though she sensed how...static they all where compared to her, where else her energy - herself - was knowingly, however subtle, constantly changing; ever evolving and mutating underneath her own skin. With that all said, she found herself cooping more her physiology than she ever had in ages, especially after she had, to her bewilderment, discovered that the violet growth or 'scar' running along her spine had 'receded' to an extent. After first coming back onto Alissa's ship from their little meeting and taking shower, she had expected to see it bigger and uglier thanks to the constant transformation she had gone through, but instead, it had become flat and thinner, albeit more iridescent; it was an oddly comforting sight. Overall, she was managing her strange abilities and experiences better now, although it was still unsettling at times. And soon it'd be time for some real action. Like Alissa, she made some fine tuning to her own gear before settling off to meat Travis at the rendezvous point on Earth, one which Travis had chosen. Unfortunately they were going to need to be discrete, so she couldn't go around wearing her armor; not that it mattered, as Jenosa was always good with or without her armor...as long as she didn't stay away from it too long. As they approached the rendezvous point, Jenosa wondered what it was exactly where Omega had brought, and for what reason. She was about to soon find out. |
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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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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Mar 13 2012, 09:21 AM Post #314 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Travis smiled as he received the transmission from the Black Bird. Finally, they could stop twiddling their thumbs without end. "Well look who it is... Hello ladies, welcome to Earth. First time?" He began, watching as Constantine sent the docking procedure codes to the other ship. "Glad you could make it, seems I'm not the only one who has money to spend." "Alright, Z'gato, it's time to get down to business." By this point, the two hunters had walked back up the the main deck, assumingly in wait for Allissa and Jenosa. A hologram appeared on the center table behind the cockpit, columns of light forming the picture of a sprawling city. "This is New York City, which is where we'll be headed. I assume you two are watching this through the holo-feed... New York is basically one of the largest city on Earth's surface. It is a huge, sprawling metropolis, housing 15 million people... and that's just the residents. The guy we're looking for, thanks to your hard work ladies... is this man." Travis brought forward a picture of a young man. He had somewhat lengthy hair, and brown skin. "You guys remember Rex mentioned a brother? This is him. James "Jimmy" Antonio Vega, a repeat offense smuggler and arms dealer. This guy is a key to a lot of the events going on surrounding Delacroix. Let me be clear; I want him. I'm sure you all do as well. " -the doors to the deck opened with a hiss and Travis directed Alissa and Jenosa to sit- "He's going to be hiding in New York, likely at or around this address... he's the exact reason we can't clank in there fully armed to the teeth other then the city population itself." He looked around, waiting for Omega and Athena still. Where were those two? "I assume everyone understands the operation?" |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 15 2012, 08:50 AM Post #315 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa had to admit that, as she walked through the halls of Travis's big new ship, the Thunderwolf, she was impressed. To get a ship like this, you needed an incredibly good line of work, both professionaly and contact wise, and that was no simple feat. And especially considering Travis's sense of justice, as lots of good paying jobs were often the more shadier ones, a few which she occaisonally took herself. She was beginning to see why he had such a good repuation amongst this sector. But in the end, it was just like any other ship to her, no matter how fancy and well fitted it was. And while she knew Travis wasn't cocky about what he had, she still found his reliance on technology...questionable. Case in point, debreifing them via hologram as they were making they're way to the main bridge. Constantine was polite and all, and she always made us of A.I.s to help her plan, but in all honesty she found it rather. And in reaction to this, along some point in the way that she waved the hologram of New York City off in irritation - unconsciously disrupting the image longer with her unique physiology. She felt an odd sastisfion when she realized what she did. For the record, she knew Earth was kind of a big deal to a lot of humans, even to those who hadn't grown up on it; heck especially to those types, it being the very origin point of the human species. And yet for all that she understood, Jenosa felt absolute indifference to it, as though she were visiting just another colony planet, only incredibly diverse and populated. In many ways, she didn't see why it was such a big deal in visiting where they had come from In fact, visiting Earth made her wish she could visit her home back in Confederation space. Hell, that region was her home; it was where she grew up afterall; every capital planet planet within might as well represented itself as Earth, having travelled to all of them in her youth, as though they were just continents. And in many ways, it had probably been the how the Confederation had formed in such isolation that had created this persona. Its descendents were part of a thought-to-be long lost colonization fleet, its contact with the rest of humanity cut-off when it experianced navigation malfunctions and flew much farther than it should have. When its residence woke from cryo sleep, they had struggled to adjust to the worlds they had to choose as well as maintain what they built from outside threats; as thus, the notion of contact Earth or any relation to it was quickly and easily forgotten. Over the century, their society flourished with its own diverisity, and humanity's planet of origin became a mere mention in textbooks. By that time, there were very few who wished to see it, most far too busy and content to care. These actual reasons never entered Jenosa's mind, only the memories of her past, before she entered into this life of independance. It was wistful remembrance she floated in the rest of the short way before entering the main bridge, the dire reality of her life quickly settling back into her mind. She came in, wearing her gray jump suit, a single handgun of unknown design holstered to one side, and her green eyes flickering with irritation. "-He's going to be hiding in New York, likely at or around this address... he's the exact reason we can't clank in there fully armed to the teeth other then the city population itself." "I assume everyone understands the operation?" "I'm all game for this," Jenosa said with wry smile,"assuming Z'Gato isn't too 'chicken' to go in without his armor. Also," she added with a small note of annoyance, "would it kill you guys to actually wait until me and Alissa got in here?" Edited by CEMP, Mar 15 2012, 03:31 PM.
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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~ | Mar 15 2012, 07:22 PM Post #316 |
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Z'Gato could not help but let a low grunt exit his throat at the mention of him being 'chicken'. It was apparently a term humans used to be cowardly. Or to explain how everything in the galaxy tasted. Regardless, Z'Gato's left hand reflexively squeezed into a fist. He shifted under the robes that hid his armor. He had to deactivate the Varia Suit parts in order to tone down the bulk of his suit, though thankfully he could still keep the Phazon Suit parts active. "Considering the enemies we are tracking down, I would much rather have it along. I have already agreed to this disguise, which should be suitable given the circumstances." The Chozo said, appearing visibly annoyed as he looked over at the holographic image. "At least we have a place to track down our prey. Trying to search this entire city would take us significantly more time than we can spare. So this one has been the root of Delacroix's dealings with Chozo artifacts. I'm curious what this man might still have in his possession." Z'Gato looked up at Travis. "I'm assuming you want him alive in order for him to tell us where to find Delacroix. Whatever defenses this 'Jimmy' might have could be extensive, much like that hotel," It was likely Travis was well aware of the extensive injuries Z'Gato had suffered during that raid, and it had taken awhile for the Chozo warrior to truly recover from them. Z'Gato then looked over at Jenosa. "Unless she would rather have us wait for her to put on her make up." |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Mar 15 2012, 07:50 PM Post #317 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Hey, cut me some slack here," Travis walked over moving between Z'gato and Jenosa. Even without armor Travis was a fairly tall man, standing at 5'11", and although not excessively muscled, the clank of his boots on the ship floor suggested his substantial tread. Regardless, it was clear that Travis clearly had finally allowed what hints of home sickness he possessed to surface; it was his first time remotely even near Earth in two years; the planet was his home world! He sighed, likely out of letting the tension drain as he flexed and covered his mouth as he yawned. "Look, I'm sorry if you're irritated... I'm a bit excited admittedly to be home, even if it's likely not for lon-" And then, the name calling started. Travis sighed again, this time out of exasperation. Of -all- the times, these two wanted to go at it!? For the love of all that was good and decent, they had enough problems already, what with Delacroix peddling Jenosa's blood in the galaxy somewhere, and Jimmy Vega. Oh boy, Jimmy Vega. Travis remembered the first time the two of them butted heads. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he was hoping Jimmy didn't know who was coming; he didn't go down without a fight then, and given his track record, Jimmy likely hadn't changed much, if at all. "Alright, I know -you're- feeling rushed" -he pointed at Jenosa- "and you're tired of waiting, as am I Z'gato, but we're not helping ourselves by arguing over something this stupid. That being said.. I've dealt with Jimmy in the past, either as a lead or as a bounty head. I'm just hoping Rex didn't mention who grabbed him, although he probably did. in which case, don't let yourselves get taken aback. Jimmy isn't military trained, but he's a good shot, and being an arms dealer who knows what he may decide to throw at us..." He looked around a bit more for Athena and Omega, admittedly glad she wasn't there to see Jenosa's exchange with him. He didn't mind it, but there was no telling how the metroid queen would react to somebody getting irritated with her consort; thankfully, she was by far the most patient. Maybe that's why they were taking so long? |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 15 2012, 10:05 PM Post #318 |
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A shrill buzzing sound snapped Jimmy out of his trance-like state, causing him to whip around and point his gun in the direction of the noise. So high strung was he at this point that he nearly shot his own intercom. It was very unlike him to be so on edge, but such had been the toll the past two months had taken on his psyche. Finally calming down after a moment (on the outside anyway; his heart was still pounding furiously), he walked over to the com and pressed the button. "Yeah?" "It's me," came Nick Scanlan's voice over the speaker. Jimmy buzzed him in, and within a minute the elevator doors slid open and Nick stepped out, followed by Derrick Rhodes, the ex-bounty hunter who thanks to his crippling debt was now little more than Jimmy's indentured servant. Both men were soaking wet from the rain, with Derrick carrying a large case that was undoubtedly for a high-powered rifle. "You were right," Nick said. "It's Clark. His ship just landed, that's from Henry's man at the spaceport." "Goddammit," Jimmy muttered to no one in particular. He put is face in his hands, then looked over at Derrick, as if he'd just now noticed that the younger man was here. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Backup?" Derrick replied, suddenly unsure if he should be here at all, despite the fact that Nick had picked him up himself. "Well then what the fuck are you doing in here? You can't snipe nobody from the couch! Get out there and get on the roof across the street! Go, hurry up! Those fuckers could be here any minute!" Derrick turned to leave, but then Jimmy stopped him. "Hey wait up a second," he said, contradicting his previous urgency. He put his hand on Derrick's shoulder and spoke very seriously, like a father doling out advice to his son. "Whatever you do, don't fire first," Jimmy said. "I wanna try and talk to these guys. So I don't care what happens, you hold your fire until somebody reaches for their weapon, you got it?" Derrick nodded silently, then got into the elevator and left the penthouse. "Now c'mon," Jimmy said once the kid was gone. "Gotta arm ourselves." "The two men walked into Jimmy's bedroom and retrieved a pair of shotguns from his closet. Civilian rather than military models, not exactly the weapon of choice for going against bounty hunters, but perfect for home defense in general. Rifles were too impractical indoors, and the last thing Jimmy wanted to do was start firing automatic weapons or high powered blasters in a residential area. "You look like shit, man," Nick said as he loaded his shotgun. "Like you been partying with Ronnie." "I haven't been sleeping well lately," said Jimmy, staring back at him with bloodshot eyes and looking very pale, not an easy feat for someone of his ethnic background. He hadn't shaved in a while either, unusual for someone so concerned about looking sharp. "Ever since Rex got back. Been expecting to get arrested or shot at any minute. To be honest with you, I'd rather just get shot." Nick shook his head, loading shells into his weapon. "This ain't like you Jim." He let out a heavy sigh, finished loading and racked his shotgun. "S'pose they'll be after me too. I was there on G79, after all. Whatd'ya wanna do if the talkin' don't work?" "It'll work," Jimmy said. "Clark's as stubborn as they come, but he ain't unreasonable. He wants Delacroix... he'll get him. There's a very short list of people I'll to go jail or get killed for, and he ain't one of them." "What about me?" Nick asked. "Am I on that list?" "What? Yeah, of course. It's you, Ronnie, Henry, and my family. And that's it." "Not Grace? She went to jail for you. Shit, she's in jail for you right now." Jimmy thought for a minute, then shook his head. "No, not Grace. She ain't that great in the sack." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Mar 16 2012, 12:28 AM Post #319 |
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"I should go talk to him.....alone" She said quietly, perhaps too quietly to really be heard over the clashing frustrations and so she spoke up again "I should...he doesn’t know me, we have no history, I am less...agitated than others here, and he will likely not see me as a threat" she said calmly looking around at the others "he is not our target but a lead, we have no need to take him in, or eliminate him" she added quietly "and support can be added with planning, I’ll wear a radio" she looked around at the others, much of the anxiety over visiting the human home world had passed for the most part, if anything she was surprised at how little she felt. most of the primarily human worlds she had visited were back in her home systems, those were very different. here while rare aliens could be seen walking the streets, there were no genetic scanners, and the police were decidedly less intimidating. Nor was earth like it was portrayed by the NGC, a haven of corruption, seeking to undermine humanity's rightful place in the galaxy. really she was not shocked by this, she knew much of what they had taught even the Achillies subjects to be propaganda. What bothered her more was that this place was no more home than any other she had been, though that reflection would have to wait till the task was done, or at least when she had some time. "Or we could blow up the lobby again....that worked well last time" it was an attempt at a joke, though also an attempt to point out how invested they all were in this |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 17 2012, 11:02 AM Post #320 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa rolled her eyes in a humourus yet disbelieving manner that said, "Oh my god." "Travis, you're like my mom; you can't recognize simple teasing whether it's directed at your or not." She stood up leaning on the table with her hands in a firm demeanor, yet whipping her head and head in a characteristic mirth and smile, "Just because we all have a serious reason to be here doesn't mean I can't have fun poking Z'Gato a bit." While Jenosa's posture certainly imposed her seriousness for the situation, she definitely held an air of amusement, clearly enjoying her little antics and not caring what Travis thought. It was strange, too, but Jenosa seemed transformed from since when they had last met, her look of internal anxiety and agitation replaced with this familiar, characteristic enthusiasm that came with a dash of playfulness. It was a persona that many had seen on the desert planet she had died on, with less of a leadership role involved though; really, it was Jenosa slipping back to some of her old days. It many ways, Jenosa seemed to have returned to normal self, as if clean of anything that might have gotten into her; but this manner was really her way of dealing with just how disturbingly alien she felt with everyone, and everything, around her, both physically, mentally and spiritually. Occaisionally, one caught a glimmer of this in her eyes, as though something else was fighting to get out and be expressed. She sighed as she stroked her hair and stood to her full height, "Alissa's right though; all we want to know is where Delacroix is. I could care less what crime he's commited as long as he tells us. Still, I'm not sure if you - she winked at Alissa - should be talking with him alone. Travis seems to know him the best, so I think it's really his call." Not caring to sit anymore, she leaned against the wall and crossed her arms in a fashion that not only showed she was eager to get this show on the road, but did so purposefully in a manner her lithe, fit body in a way that both her affirmed and exuded her complexion and strength. "And Z'Gato," she said, her green eyes flickering cyan, "I don't need any shotty make-up to look this good for a fight." |
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