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| +transcon+ | Jan 14 2008, 05:23 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC: RP Topic is now officially transferred. I have the HTML backed up from the old site. Need Aiko to put a link to the HTML backup in this post for people's reference. Thank you.) (The saga will continue after these messages.) (EDIT BY AIKO: You can find the first 5 pages HERE) Edited by Aiko, Jan 14 2008, 09:48 PM.
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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 15 2008, 02:28 PM Post #2 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Really sorry for the time it took to get this up... I couldent figure out how to start it off then I got stuck mid-way and had to force the writers block aside, so if its bad at some parts thats why >.>; Twilight had not been sure what effect his words would have on the metroid, if they would even have any at all due to his voice units limitations. The "sad" way of speaking for other species seemed a lot like how an Ing would explain their defeat to a hunter or guardian they had been assigned too on the few occasions they survived their failiure, of course in their own "language". He did however know that there was a difference between being "sad" and being "sorry", he just hadnt found it yet. After hearing Omega's words however Twilight felt... Something... He did not know why, but he really wanted to help the metroid, it went against everything he knew, he had never felt this kind of... warmth... before. Up until now, he had thought that "friend" was simply a fancy term for "ally", as all he had seen it as was someone who shared a common goal and to that end would aid each others to accomplish it, had the Ing been more like that they might have succedded in their conquest of Aether before the Hunter arrived, which would mean Twilight would never have escaped in the first place. Darkness was usualy thought of as cold, yet there was this warmth now rising inside him, he could not figure it out, but it felt... Good... Twilight realized that, up until now he had not known what Omega truly thought of him, wheter he was a friend or not, but now he knew that to Omega he was a friend. If he had the ability to smile, he would have done so now, but instead his body language showed it by him appearing more relaxed, even though the Hunter was right there, he felt... At ease, even should he be killed now, he had finally accomplished something. Partialy ignoring Jenosa, Twilight turned to look out the alleyway before he began to speak, making sure no one was listening in to their conversations, what he was about to say did not directly put him in any danger however. "You are lucky to have known her, I can tell. I never had anyone to guide me, but... I think I understand now" As much "fake" as the words might have appeared due to his voice unit he had realized that Omega did not judge his words by how he said them, no he watched his body language, and his words were true, even though he still was a bit confused over the whole subject, he thought he was on the right track. He then looked back at the group, his head was turned more towards Jenosa than anyone else, though it was hard to tell who he was actualy looking at due to his visor. "Your right, we should move someplace else." He then turned directly to Samus. "I will be glad to answer any questions later, for now we should get moving." |
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| +transcon+ | Jan 17 2008, 05:48 AM Post #3 |
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Though most of the party in the alleyway paid no mind to what Jenosa mentioned, Omega took quick note of it. His head jerked up as his eyes caught a glimmer of movement. Whatever it was, it crossed the gap between rooftops. In his eyes, he saw a faint glimmer of ultraviolet in a bug-like shape. However, Twilight recaptured his attention. "Something wrong with a bunch of people hanging out here?" he questioned innocently. "If we don't feel comfortable here, I guess we can move. But, I wonder what it was that Jenosa and I saw? It was going that way." Omega-Alpha raised a clawed finger to the sky and gestured the direction the figure was moving. While a section of him was thinking about the critter he thought he saw, the rest of him was still trying to make sense of the loss of Trisha. The hand that gestured at the hidden object that flew over head opened back up and rested itself on Lorillal's back between her shoulder blades. He wondered what kind of feelings others might have felt about the news. Lorillal was the sister, and Ben was a close friend. But the rest of Omega's "pack" were strangers to the woman. It was a warm sight to see his own friends react in such a comforting way, despite the majority not knowing one of their own. "We can move," he finally suggested, "but keep an eye out. I thought I saw something under cloak. That must mean something strange is happening. Mother, lead the way." -------------------------------------------------------------------- If a Ki-Hunter could swear under it's breath, it would have. As Zik hopped from rooftop to rooftop, his compound eye caught sight of something resembling Narssek's description of Omega-Alpha. In near-panic, he picked up his pace as he tried to put distance between himself and that creature at street level. He was so worried about his own life, he about swallowed his bubblegum. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Lieutenant Yuur nodded silently at Admiral Narssek. He had just received two messages, one from the pair watching a house on the outskirts of town, and one from Zik. Compounded, he sent a single silent private message to his commanding officer. "Then, if everyone's ready," Narssek finally said after finishing his martini, "it would be high time to proceed. Compatriots, do as you wish, but tune your communications devices to these preset frequencies to maintain contact. Any who wishes not to accompany us will still have continued contact as needed. You will be informed of any further development. I'm sure that Madam Shorena will want to excuse herself from these kinds of dealings to provide a protective plausible deniability." With that, Narssek stood and walked over to the bar. He reached into a compartment built into the waste area just above the belt line over his right hip. There, he produced a single orange colored stone. It was shaped, cut, and polished. The colors were grainy and mottled. However, by the barkeeper's eyes, it must've been valuable. "Now, remember," he said as he slid the stone across the counter top, "we aren't pirates." He turned back to Nick and gestured for the door. "Whenever you're ready." |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 18 2008, 09:54 PM Post #4 |
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Jenosa blinked, bemused. Whoa...wait - did Omega just say - that we both saw some creature under a cloaking field? A pause, Nah, it's probably just a coincidence, and I'm just seeing really weird imprinted images. It's probably Mars and its distance from the Sun. Bah, she thought, musing over the situation, my whole day is being filled with coincidences. It's like my movements - and everyone else’s - are being dictated by some god. Oh what did it matter, why do I even waste my time in questioning all of this. "Not normally, Omega," she answered his innocent question, "most people would ignore a regular pack of citizens chatting in an alley way. Trouble is, we're not what you would call 'regular', and you and your friend Twilight" - shrugging in Twilight's direction - "stand out more than the rest of us here. A group of people in a location like this is enough to warrant at least an occasional glance, but with you two in the mix, we might have more eyes on us than we want." "I think your 'mother' will find some agreement in my explanation," she ended, saying 'mother' with an unsure tone. She was a little confused in why Omega called Samus her mother, when there didn't seem to be any kind of , visible physical traits that would that would show they were related. The rest of the people in the group didn't seem to mind that Omega called her that, or that she might be impersonating as Omega's mother, which she strongly doubted. There was probably a good reason for this; she'd just find it out on her own time. She didn't think it was a good idea to ask Samus herself, as though it might look like she was snooping about for some kind of information; they'd only just met, anyway, and they didn't really know each other. Asking it from Omega himself didn't seem like a good idea at the moment either. Again, she didn't know the guy very well, and from her standpoint, he seemed a tad juvenile. He might respond friendly, but it might not grant her a clear picture of the information. Inwardly, she smirked. The guy was much more innocent than he looked; it felt almost ironic compared to what she had seen back on that wrecked space pirate ship. Or what she had seen a long while ago. Jenosa decided to stay behind the rest of the group as she followed them, doing so out of bounty hunting habit. Even though she knew they probably wouldn't attack for whatever unknown reason, she still didn't know them completely; there was also the matter of Twilight. Simply put, being behind the group gave her a view of everyone and what they might do, where else being somewhere in-between was like having your enemies scattered everywhere and you only see one or two; simply put, you didn't know what everyone else was doing behind your back. She wasn't a stickler for taking up many of the hunting clichés, but some habits did carry over to her more 'normal' life. Well, as normal as her life could get now. For the moment, she had a good feeling her life wouldn't get any weirder as it was, aside from the odd, but short sensational awareness around her. However that feeling began to dissipate as, once again, she began seeing those strange, violet hues. At first, she was still convinced it was just some oddity about Mars, as this was really her first time being here, and remembered that different environments could have an affect one's senses. Slowly, though, this 'denial' or "self-deception" began to fade, being replaced by the almighty realization that her inedible fate could still, and had, changed her. There was a pattern in the purple hue's she saw, which where only Omega, Adam and Twilight, as well as any electrical equipment she came into closer view. Although Adam was a mystery to her, she considered him an 'exception'; but for everything else, the meaning was obvious; she was seeing energy. She had grown, in her opinion, a sort of subtle 'Scurge' vision. As soon as she realized this, panic rose inside her. It was barely noticeable on her face, but for a short moment, she was in panic. Crud crud crud, this can't be happening. I can't be seeing stuff like this. What next, my eyes are going to become beady red glow lights. She was afraid of what changes that might follow, although the 'doctor' had told her they would be rather subtle. What troubled her about these words was that they never specified how subtle they would be; or the words that he wouldn't be able to exactly predict what changes might occur. To her, the Scurge always seemed to have some 'wildcard' up their sleeve. Although there were some consistencies, any biological scurge victim would go over some serious radical changes; she had seen them, and once particular sight had been quite gruesome. The image of a man's skull, with beady red eyes, surrounded in a green, bubbly glob (Surprisingly enough, this green glob was mostly liquid scurge toxins, but the meniscus that held it's shape was actually made up of purely condensed energy). Thankfully, Jenosa wasn't a person to panic a lot. Calm yourself, she thought, momentarily taking in deeper breaths, Nobody has made a notion that your eyes glow, and nobody is giving you a weird look. It's not like you are about to morph...although it's not like you'll not change either. She had been in surprise situations, as well as some difficult ones, before, and she had never panicked in them at all. She perhaps cursed a bit from time to time and did what she had to do to stay alive and get her pay. This, on the other hand, was different. This wasn't her kind of 'surprise' that she occasionally handled; she just didn't seem to have anyway to handle the outcome other than to simply deal with it. The surprises her own symbiotic infection dished out just wasn't in her jurisdiction of 'understanding'. That was a professor's job. She gave a small, exasperated sigh. How weirder can my day get? and added, not caring about how much she didn't want to use the term before, How much of a freak am I going to become? |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 19 2008, 02:00 PM Post #5 |
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Squirt gently prodded Lorrilal and, without needing a single word between them, let go of Omega so that he could walk without her hindering him. After a few minutes, the GI slowly began to lead them to the back of the group. "Ahh! Did you see that?" Squirt hissed excitedly. "You're a natural. I swear to God he's like butter in your hands." "A processed product of the mammary sustainance for offspring?" Squirt shrugged "I suppose if you want to put it that way." She lowered her voice even further. "Here's where it gets interesting, while we're heading to our next destination, perhaps you can work on a present for him, something you made personally, something from the heart." She thought for awhile. "Trisha baked him cookies once, but that didn't end well." "He didn't eat them?" "No, he really did try, the problem was she had forgotten they were cooking and baked them for an extra fourty-five minutes past what was needed. She threw them away without telling him, he somehow managed to find them though. Anyway" she waved her hand "that's unimportant, thing is, you can't really bake him anything, since he has a special diet, and clothes aren't really his thing either. Hmmm, I'll be right back." She winked in and out so fast that anyone not expecting it wouldn't have realized it had happened. "Okay, I just went through my entire Ah! My Goddess! series and it gave me an idea. How about you write him a love poem? It'll be awsome!" "I don't think I can. Perhaps just talking to him would be adeque-" "Okay, I'll tell you what, I'll write it for you, and then you can read it to him, what do you say Lori? I'll let you have total credit." "I suppose..." "Okay, I'll get started. Hmm...what rhymes with Omega?" Lorrilal gave a weak half smile as the GI sped up in both her muttering of words and the speed at which she walked. The Fae girl, however, found she still wasn't alone. "Hello" she said to Jenosa. "My name is Lorrilal. My mother used to spend a lot of time in the back of the group, thinking about...things, just like you." She looked straight ahead, her face as deviod of emotion as possible. "Don't let them consume you, the thoughts. They can be far worse than any sickness out there. In your own mind, you can become a monster to yourself, loathsome, simply because you are trapped in the confines of what you think is supposed to be. What is, is far more flexable than most people realize. Things change, not for better, not for worse, but for change itself. Without change, there is atrophy. Everyone changes, no matter how much someone wants to stay the same. Accept change, accept what you have, or will, become, do not think you are a bad person for it." Lorrilal grew quiet for a moment before she looked up at the bounty hunter. "Of course, I'm sure you were thinking of something else. Like our destination." ~ Ben watched as his two crewmembers began to whisper amongst each other and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Just what was going on under his nose? He had thought that Lorrilal's attachment to Omega was her way of mourning Trisha, but that couldn't be. She had lost both her sister and her mother on the same day and hadn't even so much as batted an eyelash at it. Squirt's involvment only increased his worry. Anything involving the GI was always a recipie for disaster. It was her idea to buy the toaster, it was her idea to put a bunch of confetti in the ventalation system to make the ship more 'festive', it was her idea to invest in Travis Clark bobbleheads. The virtual girl was a handful, and she was messing with Lorrilal's head. The last thing he needed were was a second-generation spaz on his hands. Even though Lori was as wide a range of emotions as a brick, Squirt would find a way. He had to talk to her, which her? Both hers! Not to mention that Omega, he didn't want Jingles to get any ideas. Didn't matter what kind of ideas, he just wanted the 'troid and the plant girl to stay seperate. They were like a wolf and a sheep. What scared Ben though, was that he didn't know which was which. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 20 2008, 03:25 AM Post #6 |
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Z'Gato's gaze turned when one of their kind began laughing and shaking his head. "You worry too much, Chozo. The Admiral here is on the level, believe me, even though he's done some..." He glanced at Narssek for a moment. "...dumb things in the past." On The Level. Must have been one of those phrases that he wasn't familiar with...still, Z'Gato cast a glare at the Zebethian all the same. He would do what he pleased, especially around a potential threat, that was for certain, though the fact that he was now exposed was something of an annoyance. As some card players would say, his hand had been shown, if only by a little. Still, he would prefer to exercise caution. He wasn't easily fooled by this human's...premise. "Oh, Narssek, if the ship you've got is something built by the lowest bidder, I'll be taking my own ship. Besides, you'll need something with enough firepower to bail you out of the fire if you get attacked." Interesting. So this particular Zebethian was a loner as well, gathered together into a single room by the Admiral. Originally, Z'Gato had grouped this one among one of Narssek's crew, but this was apparently not the case. This one, he would watch. Though Z'Gato did not trust these Zebethians, the Admiral had an interesting proposal, one that Z'Gato had agreed to, he would do his part...but this one, he would watch... Lieutenant Yuur nodded at Admiral Narssek though he spoke no words. He had heard that some Zebethians were able to speak telepathically with each other...and perhaps this was the case? "Then, if everyone's ready," Narssek finally said after finishing his martini, "it would be high time to proceed. Compatriots, do as you wish, but tune your communications devices to these preset frequencies to maintain contact. Any who wishes not to accompany us will still have continued contact as needed. You will be informed of any further development. I'm sure that Madam Shorena will want to excuse herself from these kinds of dealings to provide a protective plausible deniability." Z'Gato accepted the frequencies, and tuned his personal radio-communicator to them. He would, however, had to manually input them into his ship, so that he could link up with the Admiral's ship later. However, the prospect of being on a ship with these...creatures...was certainly unsettling. However...the outcome justified the price, if this turned out how the Admiral thought it would. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly, then opened them again, just as the Admiral walked over to the bar. He reached into a compartment built into the waste area just above the belt line over his right hip. The Admiral produced something and placed it on the bar, and by the way the barkeep looked, it was obviously valuable. "Now, remember," Z'Gato barely heard as he began to stand, "we aren't pirates." Z'gato chuckled quietly. A bribe, of course. THAT must have been the reason the authorities weren't called yet...but who was to say that weak excuse for an "agreement" would hold out? Grabbing his bags, Z'Gato walked towards the door of the bar, taking a quick look at the crowd before making his way back to the spaceport. Hopefully, the mechanics would have at least repaired his ship somewhat by now, at least enough to navigate to Narssek's ship. With the meeting over, the Chozo's thoughts, again, dwelled upon how he had obtained his battlefield name...Doomsfinger. A nightmare on the battlefield, simply because he knew how to fight other Chozo, knew their tactics, theirs strengths...their weaknesses. With a growl, however, he pushed the thought away, keeping his mind on where he was...what he was doing. Two points travel in whole, indeed. The angle presented and the angles added formed a square...for now, he mused. There was still the triangle impeding his way, however. The mutant, the mutt, and the devil. The Metroid, The Huntress, and Ridley. If they were to kill Ridley, Z'Gato, at least, would be the bladed line to slice the angle clean from view. He knew Ridley, and it was possible that Ridley knew Doomsfinger, for it was Ridley, that gave him that name... ((If anyone has a problem with this post, let me know. Sorry I haven't been around often, this deployment has been...yeah)) |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 20 2008, 12:28 PM Post #7 |
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Roffel House!
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(OOC: Curon, that post was great! I love how you’re incorporating the three-dimensional thinking that Transcon started to implement in the last RP. Don’t worry about your posting frequency, either. We’re all happy that you can post at all! We certainly weren’t expecting that when you were first sent out there. Transcon, I jumped ahead a little with the plot, hopefully this is okay? If not let me know and I'll delete the last section.)Aiko still sat in Rin’tal’s comm chair, waiting patiently for her next order. She rather enjoyed the quiet solitude of the ship, and was inwardly grateful that Narssek had the presence of mind to listen to her request. For all her experience with humans, being among so many strangers in a festival she didn’t understand was only asking for trouble. Her request turned out to be a blessing in disguise, since she had no idea that Samus, Omega, and Adam were on the surface only a few miles from Narssek’s location. They were the last people she wanted to meet up with. The tenuous trust that had managed to grow between her and Samus would surely be shattered had the Huntress known she was now working with Zebethians. An unusual group of Zebethians, but Zebethians none-the-less. She could feel the raw, burning violence that for once was not hers in a deep, recessed corner of her mind. Samus Aran was not the only one who hosted a hatred of the Pirates. Julia Evansworth did as well. But Aiko was not Samus Aran, and she was not Julia Evansworth. She was the cumulative result of thousands of personalities, added with the primitive, instinctive drive of the parasitic organism that formed her core. Although the rage was red-hot against these Zebethians due to the two most recent, dominant personalities in her infection history, suppressing them was relatively easy. She was, after all, a self-preservationist at heart, and Narssek had offered a deal that was too good for her to pass up. Freedom. -------------------------- Samus and Adam stood quietly next to one another, observing their new company with polite intensity. Omega was certainly more well-known than Samus has suspected, and she thought it was remarkably coincidental that all of his friends had somehow appeared in the same alleyway on the same planet. In fact, she didn’t believe it was coincidence at all, and the skeptic in her suspected foul play. Adam, as perceptive as ever, didn’t even look at her as he wrapped his elbow around hers and patted her hand. His gaze softened and he gave her a small, private, reassuring smile. Samus allowed herself to relax and patted his hand in return. If Adam or Omega weren’t worried, there was no reason why she should be. Yet, an Ing? It was Twilight who made her the most uneasy. Jenosa had always been odd, and Samus learned to trust her on Omega’s rescue mission. Ben and Squirt she knew through reputation only, even if that wasn’t much of a leg to stand on as far as either were concerned. She knew nothing about the little girl, Lorillal, but there was something odd about her as well. Omega’s and Samus’s heads could’ve been connected by strings by how simultaneously they looked up at the same spot on the rooftop. The link between them was growing stronger, she mused while she considered just what could’ve been up there. Samus saw nothing, but she had the strong sense that Omega did. “We can move," Omega finally suggested, "but keep an eye out. I thought I saw something under cloak. That must mean something strange is happening. Mother, lead the way." Samus nodded and untangled her arm from Adam’s. She led the ragtag bunch of travelers back out into the busy street. Samus needed something to drink, and she knew just the bar to go to. ------------------- On the far edges of Federation space sat a small planet. Once home to an ancient civilization, no sentient beings had inhabited the space rock since the catastrophe that caused its former owner’s demise. Dangerous and unforgiving, the climate as extreme as the space surrounding it, the planet had been left to the native and introduced denizens, and outsiders hoped it would eat itself alive. But the planet was not dead, despite the craters and dust and ash that riddled its surface and subterranean tunnels. Life still existed, stronger now than ever. And amongst the ruin of that past, dead era, rose a new civilization. They were few, but they were robust. They were determined not to die this time. A shuttle barely shook as it entered the atmosphere of the small planetoid. The rock’s weak atmosphere was hardly enough to warm the skin of the craft, and the weak gravity made terminal velocity a relative joke. Easing in on its thrusters, landing gear extended and sank into the rocky soil. Only the insane would attempt to come to this place. The planet was the home of monsters, ghosts, and goblins. A pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the opening doorway, and the light of SR388’s three moons illuminated a long, tooth-filled maw resting precariously atop a neck that appeared too skinny to support its weight. Indeed, only monsters came to this place. |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Jan 20 2008, 05:43 PM Post #8 |
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T'kran had an odd feeling about this Chozo... but for now they were on the same side. But if he got in the way of his ultimate goal... T'kran would brush him aside like any Pirate. Omega's safety, the destruction of Ridley and the potential revival of the true Pirate race were his motives now... and if Z'Gato hindered him in achieving those goals he would receive no mercy. Seeing Narssek's little deal going on, he smirked, and decided he would seal the bartender's wallet, and keep him quiet. Walking over to the man, he bent down a little so he was about level wth him, and pulled a credit stick out of his back pocket. Sliding it towards the man, his eyes locked onto the human's. "There's almost an entire bounty's worth of credits on there. Like my friend said, we aren't pirates." Smirking a little, he stood up again and followed after the others. He soon split off, though, heading off somewhere. He was cautious enough to not leave his valuables on his ship; his suit was safe enough, but he had stashed his belongings somewhere else... ------------------------------- About one hour later, a tall, hooded creature was pushing his way through the crowd. He ducked off into an alleyway and headed towards the city's docking facilities. Heading down into one of the open-roofed hangars recessed into the ground, there waited a large, dropship sized vessel that had subtle, but quite noticable Pirate design influences. Once inside the ship, T'kran pulled his hood down and removed the cloak he was wearing. It was one thing for a Pirate look-alike to be in a bar, but wandering through a city was suicide, so he had to keep himself covered. Sitting himself in the cockpit, he tapped a few consoles and the ship burst into life. A few moments later, that familiar silver and blue security drone appeared on the screen. "Been busy, have we? Because I've had to sit here on my metallic behind for the past day!" spoke the AI in a snide, metallic voice. "Oh, shut it, Axon. If anything you enjoyed not being ordered around. Say... Axon, perform a sensor scan of the city. If it's not human, I want to know." "Right away. ................. Okay, here we go: there's a couple hundred non-humans, nothing too spectacular... wait a second... Take a look at this." A sensor blip appeared on the wireframe map of the city that had been showing on his hud. Underneath the blip was minute text. Unidentified Target: Subject contains both human and Metroid DNA. T'kran's eyes widened for a moment, and he sighed. "Omega..." His hand rose up, fingers resting on the screen where the blip was. "I'm doing this for you, kid. Stay out of trouble..." Activating his commlink, he switched to the frequency Narssek had given him. "Narssek, you there? I'm ready to leave when you are." Looking to Axon again, he frowned. "Alright Axon, this ought to keep you busy. I want you to infiltrate the Pirate datalinks.... any you can find... and download all the data that isn't too encrypted to the archives. We'll need information if we're going to pull this off." "The entire Pirate archive? That'll take forever!" "I know it will. I didn't steal you from the Pirates for nothing, you know, You're the best AI they've made, and I'm pretty confident you can pull this off." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 29 2008, 03:39 PM Post #9 |
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(OOC: Whew! Finally I have some free time. Now, let's get this bad boy moving, shall we?) About half an hour after Nick had called letting them know that the deal was set and they would be on their way, Grace had finally finished her braids. She'd managed to coax Jimmy into helping her for a while, but then he disappeared downstairs to take care of some last minute business before the Pirates arrived. With her hair done, she changed into an old gray tank top and matching gray camo pants and came downstairs. Nick's daughter Casey had arrived to help Jimmy set things up. The teenager had bright blue streaks in her sandy blonde hair and a stud in her nose, and wore designer jeans and a Captain Falcon T-shirt. She was Jimmy's new protege, and he and Nick were teaching her everything they knew, passing along all the skills she would need to survive in their world. The next generation. "Cool braids," Casey said as Grace came into the living room. Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Say hi to all the girls in cell block D for me." "I think it looks killer," Casey reiterated. "Thanks," Grace said, completely ignoring Jimmy. "I like your hair too." They continued to talk about hair, and Jimmy could only roll his eyes. In the living room Jimmy had set up a rack with a half dozen weapons that represented the absolute cream of his inventory. Off to the side, a table had been set with several bottles of wine and liquor from all over the galaxy, including some exotic alien spirits, as well two trays of hors d'oeuvres. Jimmy had even managed to track down some blueroot, a Zebesian delicacy actually poisonous to most species. "Ok girls," Jimmy said, "If you're quite done, listen up. Nick will be here with Narssek and his co-conspirators in twenty minutes. Casey, I'm gonna need to to hang around and help out, okay?" The girl nodded. "What do I do?" Grace asked. "Or do you want me to just hang around?" "Actually, I want you to stand guard," Jimmy replied. He grabbed a vest of body armor that Grace hadn't noticed leaning up against the couch. "Take this," he said. "Casey picked it up at the Marine surplus store on her way over here. You two are about the same size, so it should fit. Under my bed there's a rifle, and there's a shoe box there too that's got a whole bunch of clips in it. Take all that and head up to the roof. Grab that old helmet I gave you, too." Grace nodded. As fun as it was to argue with Jimmy, it sort of lost its charm once he was firmly locked into business mode as he was. Mostly because he wouldn't fire back when she burned him, and his reactions were half of her fun. Besides, she was being told essentially to do what she did best. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would be a cool job after all. She took the body armor and headed back upstairs into the bedroom. Sure enough, the rifle was right where Jimmy had said it was, along with the shoe box full of clips. Setting those on top of the bed, she tried on the vest. She was a little taller than Casey, though they pretty much had the same body type, so it fit snug, but wasn't intolerable. And because it was just a vest and not a full suit, she was able to move freely. Of course, the army green color didn't match the blackish-gray helmet, or her fatigues. She'd be sure to paint it before she left. Grace put the helmet on, slung the rifle on her back, and headed out the window in the the hallway onto the roof. She switched on the thermal visor, then switched it off and headed back inside, realizing that she had forgotten the clips. She ran back into the bedroom and stuffed them into her pockets, then stuck a pistol in her waistband for good measure. Then once again, she climbed out onto the roof. ......................... "So when are the other pirates getting here?" Casey asked. "You mean Cottonmouth and his boys?" Jimmy said. "Not till tonight. Which should give us most of the day to get Narssek whatever he might need. Once Cottonmouth gets here though... we'll let them meet in private. Give them space to work out their issues and come to some kind of agreement." "Let pirates take care of their own business, that kind of thing?" "Yeah, something like that. We don't need to be complicating things. Besides, that many pirates in once place tends to attract unwanted attention. I'd much rather have that attention attracted some place other than this house when the time comes." |
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| +transcon+ | Feb 8 2008, 10:56 PM Post #10 |
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The ride over to the meeting location was a quiet one. Despite the initial impression Nick gave Narssek, Nick turned out to be quiet company. At their arrival, it would've been rude to simply walk right in. Instead, Narssek waited for Nick to open the door for them, or to announce their arrival. This may have been a human's place, and Zebethian pride considered them a lesser species, but these were good terms. Humans did have technology and means that interested most Zebethians, and this 'Jimmy Vega' had hardware that Narssek needed to round out his troupe. "Sir," Lieutenant Yuur chirped in the Zebethian tongue as he tapped the admiral on the shoulder. "Something Zik needs to report. But it shouldn't be done over the comm-links." "Can it wait?" "It was a direct line to me since no one else can comprehend his speech. It's lethally important." "Make it quick." "He spotted a creature that possibly matches the specifications of the captive." With that, he sent an image the Ki-Hunter had captured while on his patrol of an alleyway with a crowd of very unusual humanoids. "We will need to make this quick, Sir." "Agreed." Admiral Narssek then turned his attention to Nick, their human guide. He then spoke in the local's tongue, "By all means, after you." (not much to do at this angle, since we have to do things correctly, yes? )-------------------------------------------------------------- Pair Four, Ensign A'xun and Crewman Rin'tal continued to wait under cloak holding visual of Mr. Vega's domicile. They quietly received word from their humanoid accomplice back on the ship with overlays of the land on tactical approach. Then, exchanging this information with the rest of the Zebethians and the one Ki-Hunter on the network, a coordinated plan was developed in case things went sour for whatever reason. "What do you think the odds are of things going bad?" Rin'tal hissed (or whispered, in a Zebethian's case) to A'xun. "We're dealing with a human," the ensign reminded him. "There is a high probability. I'm thankful for my protégé we left behind." "You're what? I thought she was your pet?" "No. Protégé." "Is that why you didn't tell her about the compressor in the coolant lines?" "She should have checked the system before opening the port." "That's animal abuse," Rin'tal pointed out. "Why, Rin'tal?" A'xun turned to glare at his partner. "Is your comm-link keyed on? She heard this whole conversation." "Nargh," the crewman cursed under his breath. A'xun, the engineer of their converted cargo craft, had always been a practical prankster. The crew had been warned that their human assistant was quick to anger, but she was a valuable asset in Engineering. The admiral briefed them that it was best not to anger the hired help. "So, Aiko," the Ensign said while switching his attention from his rude crewman to the overlay of the maps upon his head's up display. "Confirming data transfer is complete. Here's the plan. There's a human inside who wishes to strike an arms deal with Narssek. The man's name is only known as 'Jimmy Vega'. If things go poorly, we would like to coordinate an escape route for our so-called dignitaries inside. "Narssek, Yuur, Z'gato, and T'kran," he listed. "There are three human forms visible. Two in the house, one with our entourage. We have an attack plan. Any way you could modify this to an escape route? From what we can see here, there's a power generator to the south by southeast. "We don't want to attract any further attention by leading an assault. Ideas?" -------------------------------------------------------------- "Hungry," Omega-Alpha grumbled on the ride to the bar Samus suggested. "Hungry... hungry... hungry..." Of course, food was always on the Metroid's mind. He wasn't sounding aggressive, but ever since his mutation to the Zeta Stage, his appetite increased. He focused his eyes on the floorboards of the bus they were riding so he could focus on not losing himself to the instinctive response to feed. It had always been a battle since his rebirth. A metroid's first and foremost response was to feed, and it was a hunger that could never be satiated. The longer between meals, the stronger the impulse was. The worst part about it all was that he was surrounded by what his instincts considered food. Men, women, and children were everywhere out on the streets and on board the bus. How simple it would've been to reach out and grab an easy morsel. But, that would be 'bad'. The thought of it ran a sensation of guilt throughout his being. It was a conflict between his monstrous self and his own grips with humanity. Though he couldn't help what he felt, the sensation of guilt for even thinking about that child in the corner being a quick fix to quell the beast flooded him. Guilt was a new sensation. Before, he never felt it for what he thought was potential prey. Now that he knew better than to devour sentients out of simple need to feed since his early days, coupled with his developing awareness in sentient life, it was a battle that he wished he never had to fight. "Mother," he said to the floor. "Sorry. I couldn't help but think that." He knew she would pick up on the visuals and emotional context of what he was going through. It had been hours since his last meal. The smells and energies lingering about within the confines of the bus was making him shiver with eagerness. Soon, he reminded himself, we'll be at a place where I can eat. "Do you think that I'll ever be able to conquer this feeling? I hate it. I don't want to... y'know? Should I even be feeling this way? Is it normal?" Despite the words and emotions that Omega-Alpha was expressing at the moment, it was surely the body language the former members of the Grace should've recognized immediately. At a time when he was an Alpha Stage, the crew ran into a tight squeeze with their budget. Food wasn't as ample as Omega would've liked. There were moments in that food drought that he'd end up looking at Ben or Nick the wrong way. Though he'd innocently chirrup at them or make small talk, the words became more broken than they already were at the time. The head would lock and the eyes would focus more intently. ------------------------------------------------- "Where to?" "I wish I knew." "When was the last time we ate?" "I don't want to think about it." "Chrr... food?" He locked on to Nick and stared intently. The eyes furrowed and the detection slits under the eyes expanded. "What do next? Have con-trrr-akt?" "Uh, Trish? Jingles has 'that look' on his face again." ----------------------------------------------------------- Indeed, Omega had that look as he couldn't help but lift his head and look around the interior of the bus. The feelings of guilt reminded him again, and he forced his face to look downward at his knees. (people can go ahead and guide this troupe into the bar Samus recommended.) ----------------------------------------------- It was a clear, green, and starry day on SR388. Life was beginning to rebound after a short nuclear winter. The radiation was falling off the scales quickly, as if they were being soaked up by an unknown source. Plant-like life was beginning to form in the cracks and crags of rocky formations in the plains. A gentle breeze was blowing from the north, gently pushing at their meaty stems. A relic, roughly six feet across and four feet tall, began to move under its own accord. A light slowly came to life and illuminated from an antenna mounted upon it's dorsal side. It lifted itself from the dust with its four powerful mechanical legs. The metallic skinning was pitted and dulled, yet maintained its shape of being almost biologically inspired. An autoad.
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Transcon, I jumped ahead a little with the plot, hopefully this is okay? If not let me know and I'll delete the last section.)


4:14 AM Jul 11