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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Mar 17 2012, 05:02 PM Post #321 |
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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 suddenly grinned. "Well, you are alive after all." It was nice to see Jenosa finally returning more to her old self. Travis walked over literally burst out laughing. "You... you know the second he realizes you're messing with him you're probably going to make it worse?" He was grinning ear to ear, a bit uncharacteristic of his usual no-nonsence attitude. "Ah well, either way, you'll be surprised... Z'gato and I? Well, we've been through a lot together in the last three months. Still, if he snaps and punches you out, I'm not sure I wanna stop him... or I might... or I might not." "Ahem...... Annnnnnnnyway...." He cleared his throat. Wow, suddenly the coat felt hot. "Once Omega and Athena get down here, we can depart. I promised her that I'd let her see Earth up close, not just from space." Thinking about Alissa and Jenosa's points though, the hunter quickly resumed his normally cool demeanor. "Well... sorry, but no. I'll talk to him. No offense Alissa, but if you sneak in this time Jimmy is more likely to shoot you first then talk. If he sees me, he'll know it will be foolish to be the aggressor; although I should inform you that he's pretty connected. Would not at all be surprised to see hired help there based on that fact alone." Edited by Deadly Aim, Mar 17 2012, 05:10 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 17 2012, 05:14 PM Post #322 |
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"A fight with what? Your hair dryer?" Z'Gato countered. At this point, he knew Jenosa was engaging in friendly ribbing, but he still felt irritated by the attempt. If Jenosa's goal was to get a rise out of the Chozo, she was slowly succeeding, especially by the way his eyes were narrowing in her direction. He heard what Travis said and shrugged, the folds of his robes bunching up in places. "I very well might, but I would much rather turn my aggression against our targets. Punching her would largely solve nothing except maybe listening to her complain," He grumbled before turning his attention back to the holographic image. He tilted his head to the side, both out of inquisitiveness and to stretch out the muscles in his neck. "Speaking of those two...perhaps I should go see what is holding them up," He said, proceeding towards the door. He felt irritated by Jenosa's attempt at playful banter, regardless if she was a friend or not, and his usual anger was starting to boil over to the surface. It was not an area he wanted to revisit, constantly angry and brooding, so perhaps a short walk would help calm his heart. He had worked too hard to just take a step forward and then take two steps backwards, or so the human saying went. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| +transcon+ | Mar 18 2012, 02:54 AM Post #323 |
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"...and that's what I've been doing," Omega finished telling his tale. Athena was amazed at the feats she was told about. A lot has happened to the Hatchling since leaving the three new queens on SR388. There was much which was covered while on the surface, but Athena was more interested in the technical aspects of Omega's missions, his training, and his own outlook on survival out in the Black. "Fascinating," she admitted. Her face showed concern as she drew her hand up to her chin. "So, your enrollment with the Hunter's Guild has not raised any questions in regards to your... ethnicity?" "It has," he nodded. Omega tilted his head to the side. "No one wanted to ask, though. They could almost feel... something?" "A severe predator, I would imagine," she supposed. It was known to those who had been in contact with these Metroids that their feral nature triggered a subconscious response in those around them. Anything from the hair/feathers raising on the backs of their necks, plumes rising, skin crawling, or even a sense of dread. These afflictions commonly happened when Omega-Alpha was upset about something. "Perhaps this is a sensation any other creature would sense from us. I'm certain even Travis would sense it if my ire was touched." "We should see if we're there yet." Following Omega's suggestion, Athena followed her bud-mother out of the guest quarters. ------------------------------------------------------ "Oh, pardon us," Athena said to Z'Gato with a slight bow. The door had just opened to the two Metroids that the Chozo was planning to exit through. She ducked her head to the side to peer around the tall figure to see that they had more company: Alissa and Jenosa. "Am I to assume that we have reached our destination?" The two slid by Z'Gato, each bowing their heads in respect. While Omega-Alpha greeted the ladies with a broad smile as he made his way over to the holographic projection, Athena made her way over to Jenosa. "A pleasure to see you again, Miss Arma," she grinned. Her four fangs, two above and two below, were barely visible behind her thin lips. Her greeting was warm as opposed to the cold grasp of her friendly hand hold upon Jenosa's. She held both of her hands with both of her's. "It has been a while. "Would you care to introduce me?" The Metroid Queen gestured to Alissa with palm upward with all the grace of a royal. "I know Mother has already told me of the events thus far. However, it would be rude to simply address an unknown compatriot." Meanwhile, Omega-Alpha was already skimming over the information presented in the display. The target was 'Jimmy Vega' located in New York City, New York. "Dead-Eye," he chirped, "what have we missed, and what's my role going to be once we get there? "Oh, just to warn you, she thinks you've been calling her a food animal. Maybe calling her 'deer' wasn't such a good idea." |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 21 2012, 11:42 AM Post #324 |
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"Well, you are alive after all." Yeah, alive in more ways you wouldn't find hard to imagine, Jenosa thought wryly to herself. "You... you know the second he realizes you're messing with him you're probably going to make it worse?" Travis said, grinning ear to ear, a bit uncharacteristic of his usual no-nonsence attitude. "Ah well, either way, you'll be surprised... Z'gato and I? Well, we've been through a lot together in the last three months. Still, if he snaps and punches you out, I'm not sure I wanna stop him... or I might... or I might not." Jenosa made a friendly scoff, "Heh, you expect me to expect you to hold him off? In all honesty, if I make him snap, let him come. I'd actually like to see what would happen." She leaned closer and said in a lower voice, "And you might be surprised how me and Alissa have made quite a pair over the same time span." There honestly wasn't much else she could say at the moment that would describe how the two had ironically become good - if not close - friends. And funny enough, she did actually like the of Z'Gato coming at her with his fists for some reason; whether or not she'd get a bruising didn't matter, only the tussle. But she knew now was not the time and place for pushing him over board. Maybe later. That was when Omega and...Athena showed up!? She thought there was something up when she got on the ship, like two distinct, strong sensations on her skin, but she didn't know until now. What the heck was she doing here? well, ok, she thought, it was probably Omega that brought her along but still... "Ummm, hey there Athena," she greeted back slowly, "I'm quite surprised to see you here. I can only guess something that Omega has told you has had you piqued enough to come along. But yeah, has been a while." She recalled when she had helped in rescuing Omega; it was strange that she had done so in the first place, but it felt right. And she recalled having a glimpse of what each of those...clones were like, physically and mentally. And what was more was that as they shook her hands, Jenosa didn't get that same predatory vibe, but something else; she didn't know what it was - maybe awe, or fascination, yet an alien emotion she couldn't describe, but it certainly wasn't fear. She...just didn't get it like other people did for some reason, whether it was Omega or his 'daughters'. Either way, though, she was more than happy to introduce Alissa to her, all considering Alissa wasn't the absolute social type. "Sure," she said with a slight bow in respect, "you may know her as Alissa. Alissa, Athena, Athena, Alissa," she introduced with a palm on Alissa's shoulder and a wave of her hand. |
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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 29 2012, 05:59 PM Post #325 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Uh... I see..." Travis eyed Athena for a bit, watching her body language. If the queen was slightly annoyed with him, she certainly didn't show it; but then again, she was by far the most patient of her sisters. "I'll have to explain that later, I'm glad you realize that's not what I mean, Omega..." Raising his voice back up from a whisper, Travis turned to address the group. "Ah, you two knoweach other? That makes this a bit easier... Anyway. "What I was discussing is the particulars of the operation. We're heading to New York City to essentially get information from the brother of Rex Vega, Jimmy Vega. I should warn you, Omega... he's probably even more paranoid then his younger brother if he knows somebody is after him. Vega is a smuggler and arms dealer.. and considering the location he's chosen to hide in, and his habits, he is the -exact- reason we cannot just bust down the doors and haul him off. And, er... by the way Athena, I'm sorry if that word offended you. "Dear" doesn't always refer to an animal that is hunted for food by humans on earth; it has multiple meanings. It can mean somebody you consider close, and... well, somebody you would protect with your life. No matter what." The sudden smile on Travis' face was rather telling of just as to -how- he spoke of Athena. At the moment though, Travis didn't care too much how it was perceived; right now, he wanted to find Vega and get him to sing. Well... that, and keep an eye on Athena, but... "Your role in this, Omega, is to help me assure the interrogation goes off without a hitch; if Jimmy gets trigger happy, I need to be sure you'll have my back covered. I might be good, but I'm not invincible. That being said, I want to get Vega, and and I would really prefer we don't have to shoot anybody this time." Travis looke down the hall, wondering if Z'gato, and wondered how his brother in arms would react to the idea of being in a large city of humans; even IF they were going through a matter of subterfuge to avoid attention, this was uncomfortable for almost everyone save perhaps he and Allissa. "Okay, with everyone being here... does everyone have their equipment ready for this? A yes or no will suffice. Grab your bags if you have them; we're heading to the surface. Oh, and, just be careful with the dive into the atmosphere, there is a storm system blowing though the northeastern United States at the moment... a rather nasty one too, you don't want to be caught in a low pressure funnel." Edited by Deadly Aim, Mar 29 2012, 06:01 PM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Apr 1 2012, 05:17 AM Post #326 |
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The following is an excerpt from an audio recording obtained by Alissa Achilles and Jenosa Arma Roknar Correctional Facility Inmate #35147, "Grace" Interview #3:
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| ~Alissa~ | Apr 1 2012, 06:20 PM Post #327 |
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Alissa looked towards the creature that was introduced to her as Athena and nodded her head politely. It seemed a little strange to her to bring more...people along on this mission, more so when one considered the way that Travis was speaking to her. however for the moment Alissa largely chose to ignore the strangeness, they had work to do and more important things to deal with then the new member of the team. "Have we considered simply knocking on the door? if he is as paranoid as you suggest it might be wise to sit down and have a conversation, he is expecting violence, civility may keep him off balance...which could work for us." Alissa studied the map for a time quietly before leaning back in her chair crossing her arms lightly, when Travis asked if she was ready she nodded, she wasn't about to go walking through one of the most populous cities on planet earth in her armor. "when we find him we need to press him on Project vertigo as well as his connection to Delacroix, I have a feeling it is what ties those two too the Colonel" and that is really all it was...a feeling. they had run across very little hard evidence, and some of what they had found had been questionably attained. But something about the way reports they had found referred to the the project, the way it was spoken of in audio recordings, what ever the project was Alissa's gut told her they were connected to why they had taken Jenossa's blood. The air of secrecy around the project was all too familiar to former operative. She may not be the most familiar with the way people function but she knows how governments keep secrets, and the signs when part of one is doing something it ought not do. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Apr 2 2012, 02:37 AM Post #328 |
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"Where's the Fat Man?" Nobody at the facility knew how to pronounce Oujair's name. Nobody. As an adjustment, the military personnel had developed a collection of nicknames for the Confederation scientist: the Fat Man, the Kraut, the Egghead... he was almost always referred to as one of those three. When speaking directly to him, they usually just called him "Doc." Colonel Jenkins had just arrived in the corridor, flanked by a general, an admiral, and a group of three men one woman in sharp business suits whom he affectionately referred to as the Money People. This little demonstration had been scheduled for some time, and it would be their first opportunity to see the fruits of their investment. If Oujair blew this, it would be both their asses. A Marine guard showed the Colonel and his entourage into the viewing booth overlooking the demo room. The show was about to begin. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Apr 2 2012, 12:34 PM Post #329 |
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Z'Gato had just been about the leave the room when Omega and Athena arrived, causing the Chozo to look surprised for a moment before he backed out of the doorway to allow the two inside. His immediate excuse for leaving the room dashed, he leaned against the nearby wall and allowed his irritation to simmer for a few more moments as conversation erupted again now that everyone was here. Finally. Z'Gato did more listening at this point than talking, helping him calm his anger a bit as Travis explained the situation to the Metroids, though Z'Gato occasionally looked over at Jenosa for brief moments, as if contemplating his next retort to another one of her witty remarks. Still, he managed to grasp the overall meaning behind Travis' explanation, the Chozo nodding to indicated that he was also ready to go at any moment. He had considered making the descent in Travis' shuttle, but Z'Gato was not entirely certain just how much room Travis would have. Either way, once Z'Gato indicated he was ready, his armor hidden underneath the cloak he was now wearing, he made his way towards the docking bay, finally letting go of his agitation. If they needed to work together on this mission, it would not do to remain irritated at Jenosa. With her ridiculous hair and glowing eyes. Once at the docking bay, Z'Gato finally pulled the hood of his robes up over his face, the only indication of his race taking the form of his beak peaking out from underneath the hood. The bulk of his armor could still be discerned through his robes, as the natural form of the heavy cloth was disrupted by the armor and its contours. At the very least, though, his arm cannon was hidden by the length of the sleeves, and hopefully, he would not draw enough attention to himself to negate the team's attempt at subterfuge. |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 10 2012, 04:06 PM Post #330 |
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(OOC: Woooooh boy, this sucker took me a while (The last two section mainly), but it was worth every bit of re-iteration. Enjoy!) There was no need to discuss anything else with Jenosa and what they were going to down. All of this was really Travis's call. As she went back to Alissa ships along with it's owner, Jenosa couldn't help but think about Z'Gato. For a guy, as the best could call him, who was full of himself, he sure didn't have the guts, and intuition at that, to go down to the city without his suit. That, to her, was being a pansy. Oh, well, she thought, not her problem. Of course, even without her suit, she always carried a small side arm, and Jenosa had always enjoyed racking up a personal collection of unique handguns. ------------------------ Oujair arrived in the primary observation room with a wry yet serious grin on his face, feeling good after having a short chat with their 'star pupil'. Although he didn't like to think this as a play, he looked to see the colonel and his friends had arrived, signaling it was time to get on with the show. He clasped his hands enthusiastic and spoke into the intercom for those in the observation room to hear. "Greetings ladies and gentlemen, and I welcome you to today's little...demonstration. I know many of you are already familiar with the phazon infusion process we've perfected over the course of this project, but while the technique that will be used for today will be no different, it is the person who will be taking this that is, shall we say, rather unique. While still mostly human, the alien pathogen, the one which had infected her original 'sister', has given her this subtle and yet remarkably adaptive physiology. For not only did she survive the month and half of intensive training that she started at such a 'young' age, one which would have left anyone else her youth broken, but as you will see, she is incredibly fit and able. It is through this trait that we intend to use the infusion evolve her into someone...magnificent." "So allow us to introduce to you, Armoria." ----------------------------------------- Armoria solemnly stepped barefooted onto the cold steel floor of the demonstration room, still wearing her shorts, tank top and determined demeanor. She looked up with her keen, green eyes at the onlookers; first at the people in the primary observation room, seeing the scientists she had come to know - and oddly, a few she had come to like - and then at the Colonel and others, whom she only recognized for their commanding presence. Then, ready to begin the process, she shifted and leveled her gaze to the center of the room - and froze momentarily. A horrible set of memories that were not her own flashed through her mind when she saw the infusion processor. Vivid memories of setting herself onto the platform that, for all its technological composition, appeared eerie and organic; and sensations of the wide, thick hydraulic clamps - each integrated with a phazon filled, clear tube - tightening around every section of her body including the abdomen. And, finally, a terrible, twisting burning pain that rippled all over her body, ending in a feeling of transforming into something she could only describe as dreadful. She regained her composition quickly and proceeded with the trial, having vowed to succeeded where the others have failed; and to avoid the very nightmare she had experienced in her sleep when her body had only been 16 years old. Her dreams involving a past clone's training had become apparent when she baffled her trainer with military knowledge that she had to be taught; and was then she had learned, to a degree, of the clones themselves. Nobody was able to explain how this occurred, only that they slowly played as bits in her sleep, and it aided in both the girl's training and motivation to do so; for Armoria's military life was the only thing she knew and had. Now slipping into the infusion processor and feeling her body being locked into place like a statue, the countdown began. Armoria found herself at the very apex of her nightmare. "Beginning process in 3..." Her eyes closed her and muscles tensed in anticipation. "2..." She took a deep breath. "1..." She was ready to endure the worst and transcend. "Initiating!" Her eyes popped wide open and her hands clenched as she felt the sudden, familiar burning sensation surge through out her entire body. Her breathing increased rapidly to the point of her hyperventilating, barely able to clench her teeth as every one of her muscles twisted and bulged painfully. The effect was most visible to the spectators in between the set of clamps holding each limb, with veins of sky-blue phazon pulsing everywhere in her veins. And it quickly came to a point where Armoria felt she was going to literally explode into the very thing in her nightmares if she didn't move something. An instinct in the back of her mind suddenly cliched, and from it she screamed, the seams of her right clamps exploding with blue electricity all over as did. The next thing everyone knew, Armoria's arm had flung both clamps against the reinforced screens of the primary observation room, severely cracking but not penetrating the glass. And just as the chaos started, everything began to settle down, the woman's physiology truly kicking. Her eyes closed as though exhausted, the muscles in of her limbs, which had bulged to more than twice their size, receded back to their original state, as if being absorbed by the body. Like wise, the light blue veins melted at the same time, all the while a streak of hair going down to her right band gradually turned the same color. There was a brief moment of silence as her breathing slowed to a regular pace, and then her eyes opened, revealing a set of irises that brimmed with the very same color as her hair. There was a look of ecstasy on her face as she move her free arm, and then saw the silent crowd, as they were waiting for something. And without being told, she gave it to them. With her free hand, she gripped the large clasp around her abdomen, and pulled. The entire science team's jaw dropped, for after a few second, the clasp groaned and was ripped free of its hydraulic system. This was completely unprecedented, for even with the extra leverage Armoria had, none of the past subject should have the strength to pull that particular clamp out, especially that fast; and unlike her arm clamps, there had been no power surge to destroy the motors. Tossing the clamp aside with a audible clang, she worked on the other restraints, pulling each apart with only a short grunt and a flare in her eyes. In about less than a minute, she was free, and standing up, gazed at the colonel and rest in the viewing booth. She was waiting for an approval. Edited by CEMP, Apr 10 2012, 05:15 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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