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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 10 2014, 02:04 PM Post #101 |
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Alissa paused in her firing as Travis and Jennosa emerged in full flight from the Zerg, she turned her weapon at the persuing creatures and after a few moments and eaten a fair chunk out of the creatures but it was not maintainable, there was no way to reclaim this ship. ***a powerbomb has been deployed*** offered her ships computer, and with that Alissa turned around pulled the smg from Grace’s hands and pointed toward the ship. “Run” and with that she ran as well stepping over twilight before breaking into a run herself launching herself into the pilots seat and grasping the controls the blackbird lurched forward with sudden direction toward the hangar doors riding a shockwave for the last moment before being ejected into the vacuum of space. She keyed on the communicator “I suggest that ship be destroyed” she said as she started toward the friendly ship “Computer deactivate any weapons not checked out to the armor” ***command confirmed*** That Grace had freed herself from the bindings while annoying was not surprising, what had bothered Alissa was that grace had helped herself to the weapon locker, which was not to say she couldn’t deal with it later. She opened a channel to the Hyperion “This is the Blackbird inbound” Once she had received confirmation she sent a quick message to Travis and Jenossa on the Thunderwolf “That was a little close even for you two, did you make it out intact?” |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 28 2014, 11:31 AM Post #102 |
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Clockwork Master
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"Ghelm. Cable. Now!" "Waaay ahead of 'ya," Ghelm replied, already smacking the recoiling command button, causing the now dead metal power cord begin zipping back into the ship's hanger. He then quickly jumped up and added, "Back-up or you get hit by whiplash." It was then he noticed that, despite it's movement, the cord was more taught than usual going. It even wasn't going as fast as he had set it at. And it didn't take him long to realize why; someone or something was clinging to the end of it. Lenna must have noticed this too because she had her rifle steady as though expecting it to fly in any minute. Although it didn't necessarily 'fly-in' so much as slide in roughly, and having been reeled like a fish was an infested terran; but not a moderately built, withering mutate human, big muscular one. Not even sparing a second thought Lenna aimed her C10 rifle at it's head and, like someone who was about to swat an insect, pressed the trigger. All that came was a very hollow click. Lenna swore, and what seemed like an insect before now suddenly appeared as the full blown beast it was. In response, and to Ghelm's surprise and bewilderment, she tossed the empty rifle aside and took a martial arts stance. Ghelm looked at her in a way that said "You're gonna take it on [/i]bare handed!?[/i]." That...grotesque thing, that was once human, with dark, alien, pustials all over, twitching mandibles coming out of the sides of its mouth; scythe-like appendages coming out of its shoulder, and thick claws for what used to be hands. To be frank, it looked like a creature from his nightmares. And it spoke the words "Come...with me!" in the most guttural voice before it leaped right at her, claws and all. Lenna was inclined to disagree with it, expertly rolling onto her back and kicking the creature mid-air in the chest; effectively sending it flying to the other end of the cargo bay "Ghelm. Cargo door. NOW!" Ghelm didn't think twice at this, knowing that leaving it open posed a greater risk in having more critters coming in than sending this one guy out. Still, being enclosed with this infested Terran was not comforting. Not just because of it's horrid appearance or threat, but through the way it acted. It wasn't moaning in pain to be killed, or staggering about as it got up, like the others. In fact, he swore that he could literally 'see', and not just in a physical sense either, that this man's dark side had taken over him. And unfortunately, once it stood back up, it was blocking the way to the ship's cockpit. Intentionally. It just simply stood there, in front of the door way, staring at them without a single notion of continuing it's assault. "Stay......and come," it spoke in a beckoning tone. The words both made Lenna and Ghelm's spine shiver; it didn't want them to leave. At this, they looked at one another, then at the creature's face, then down at the handgun - the only useful firearm around - near it's feet. And finally back to one another. In a single second, as though it were a car, Ghelm's mind shifted 'gears' several times before coming to a specified 'click.' Pressured by the knowing fact that a horde of Zerg were closing in on this ship, the two of them didn't need say anything to another; not even a hand signal. They simply look back at the infested terran, and decided to oblige the latter part of his statement. What occurred next was a near seamlessly coordinated feat. The creature first half lunged at Ghelm and then at Lenna, who both predicted the move and fluidly dodged. It never got a chance to follow up, as it's head got sledgehammered by Ghelm's tool box, and its legs side swiped in the opposite direction by Lenna's strong kick, at nearly the exact same time. Causing it land face first on the floor, Ghelm quickly took the opportunity to both back kick the handgun to Lenna while simultaneously leaping over the Zerg and into the doorway. It scrambled back onto it's feet to go after him, only to have one of it's leg joints shot to near hell. It staggered but still stood, which was enough because right then the whole ship bolted forward at full speed. Lenna clung to one of the cords holding the ship's cargo in place while the Zerg flew backwards. And with deft precision, she swung the spiked end of a hammer she picked only second before right into the back of the oncoming zerg's head. There was a satisfying 'squelch', followed by a bigger one as it slammed into the ship's bulk head. Lenna took several relaxed breaths as she stared at the creature's dead eyes in confirmation; and as ship's speed stabilized, she felt several gears get shifted through. For a brief moment, her head felt funny and disoriented, but at least the infested terran was permanently dead. -------------------- "This is the Hyperion's second in command, Matt Horner," came a young disciplined voice, "And on behalf of the Raynor's Raider's, you're welcome. Don't let the name fool you; we're not the thugs that Mengsk's propaganda makes us out to be. With that said, we'd like everyone to come aboard the Hyperion for a check-up. Best to not take chances after having escaped a Zerg infestation." "Although I have to ask," he added, "what government is your carrier ship from? I don't recognize it." ------------------ "What kind of question is that? Of course we did. Otherwise we wouldn't have been running running through the hanger," Jenosa replied to Alissa from her own ship. And a few minutes, it was announced everyone would be docking with the Hyperion to have a go over in case of zerg 'spore' contamination. "Oh boy, a doctor's appointment with a totally new physician," Jenosa said to Alissa, "this is gonna be fun. Well, better safe than sorry. Meet you guys there." (OOC: Alright, at this point, everyone can assume they'll all inside another hanger, with everyone in it) |
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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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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 29 2014, 04:13 AM Post #103 |
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As soon as Alissa disappeared into the ship, Grace quickly bent down and started looting the body of one of the prison guards who lay nearby. Kuharsky, his name was. Real prick, that one. She took his sidearm and stuck it in the holster that was still strapped to her ankle, as well as a knife, sheath and all, which she clipped to her waistband. And finally, the most important thing of all, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Oh thank the Lord, he had two packs on him. The sound of the engines flaring up got her attention just as she was collecting some spare clips. She took off at full speed as the bay doors were closing and jumped up on the ramp just in time. But her relief was short lived as she felt that twinge in her knee. No pain, just a twinge. But it served as a reminder of just how fragile it was. She slowly got to her feet, and felt her knee almost give just a little there for a second. Once again, nothing too serious, but most definitely troubling. She stayed where she was for a minute, putting up her hand against the hull and flexing her leg until she was confident that she could stand up without being wobbly. Only then did she dare take a step, very gingerly. Grace came into the cockpit, clearly hobbled some, and took a seat in the co-pilot's chair, next to Alissa. Ahead of them she saw the Hyperion, a massive vessel unlike anything she'd ever seen. Another, all too familiar-looking gunship was up ahead of them. And then her heart skipped a beat as she saw the old jumbo spaceliner out there was well. So many had been killed, guards and inmates alike. She wondered how many of them had managed to get out. She swiveled her chair to face Alissa, her hands clasped in front of her, neither going for any weapons or touching anything in the cockpit. "My name is Grace," she said. "I'm from New York City, Planet Earth, and I'm in for murder." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 29 2014, 02:33 PM Post #104 |
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Alissa for the moment focused on navigation as they made their way toward the Hyperion. Following the approach laid out by the massive ships controller quietly for a moment as grace came into the cockpit and settled in the co-pilot’s chair. “I know who you are” She said quietly before reaching up to release her helmet setting it on the console quietly eyes fixed on the displays for a moment. The event that had brought them into this universe had done a number on Alissa’s internal systems, she felt like death warmed over, sweat had plastered white hair to the side of her face, and with the drop off of nanites in her blood stream her eyes had taken on a violet hue not normally visible. Alissa was normally quite fair but never looked unhealthy, she was however quite pale at the moment giving her complexion an almost grey color. Though she had improved quite a lot since arriving she still wished to crawl into her bunk and sleep for a solid day. “Also known as the grey fox, known associate of James Vega, Criminal, in prison for the murder of Jenosa Arma” Alissa reached over and keyed in a few commands bringing up a file on Grace letting it stay on the screen for a moment. “I’ve decided not to throw you out of the airlock” she said as a matter of fact, her tone carried no real threat but it was also clearly not a joke or an exaggeration. Alissa turned slowly toward grace holding eye contact for a long moment “you are likely still trying to figure your way out of this situation, I am certain I cannot stop you from that. Apart from throwing you in a cell and welding the door closed I imagine keeping you under control would be difficult.” She studied Grace a moment longer “if I feel you are a threat to my friends, or myself, or our new allies I will kill you” She returned to the task of flying the ship. |
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| ~Twilight~ | Jan 30 2014, 01:46 PM Post #105 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: If anyone has a problem with this post then please PM me or contact me over skype/chatango. I'm more than open to changing things around. As the ship was preparing to leave it seemed Ghelm and Lenna had their own plans in mind and left for another ship in the hangar, and as much as Twilight wanted to help he was not in any condition to do so for the moment. As the exit ramp began to close Twilight pulled his legs in so as to not get crushed, but otherwise remained in the same spot and while the ship blasted out from the carrier hangar he leaned against the wall while letting out barely audible painful wheezes as his body was still riddled with Hydralisk spines. As they made their way toward the hangar of the Hyperion and Grace was being social with Alissa, Twilight was slowly removing the spines from his body one after another, forming a small pile of deadly knife-like projectiles on the floor in front of him, the deep end having a slowly dissipating black substance on them that seemed to have corroded the outermost layer of the spines. With the last spine out of his body Twilight held it up in front of him to observe it more closely, he felt like there was something more to them than merely being sharp blades, and though it was hard to affirm by just looking at them like that he was almost confident they secreted some kind of poison... Luckily his physiological makeup was completely different from that of the intended target of these creatures, thus it was highly unlikely it would have any real effect on him and his body would likely filter it out as it regenerated. There were many perks to being made mostly out of materialized energy. However it would take some time for his body to recover completely from the many wounds he had suffered, though his knee had almost healed already so it shouldn't affect his performance noticeable. Though he'd be more vulnerable in the wounded areas for a time. By the time he was able to stand on his own (he wasn't surprised no one showed any care for him, it's what he expected from humans these days), he picked up the Hydralisk spines in his hands, seemed to be around nine or so, some had slid off the ramp before the ship had taken off. With his hood back up he wandered out into one of the Hyperions hangars, it seemed to have been cleared beforehand, or been empty before they got there. Perhaps these Raynor's Raiders didn't have the manpower to fill such a large vessel. Right now however it was bustling with activity as the prisoners and their guards, along with the crew of the carrier that had been evacuated beforehand being sent off a few at a time, likely to be examined in a different area for Zerg infestation. He was glad they took it seriously, but he was worried how they would react to him. Surveying the hangar area Twilight found a marine that didn't seem too pre-occupied and walked up towards him, and by this point most of the marines not busy corralling the occupants of the carrier had noticed him. As he walked along he heard some murmuring between a few of them as others had their guns half-trailed in his directions, not really wanting to aim them directly at him but at the same time being wary, after all it was clear he wasn't human but at the same time they had never seen anything quite like him either. Twilight ignored this and as he reached the marine he'd seen being on his own and seemingly not doing much he showed his hands holding the Hydralisk spines. "So what do you people normally do with these?" he asked bluntly, the marine seemed lost for words, though his visor made it impossible to read his facial expression the way he shifted between Twilights hands and his chest, probably noticing the deep wounds in his chest, made it obvious he was shocked or at the very least surprised. Twilight wasn't really in a patient mood so when the marine didn't answer he simply stretched his hands out further and dropped the spines in-between the mans arms, the man reacted by clutching his rifle to his chest preventing most from falling to the ground. "I'll let you handle them" Twilight then said as he turned to walk away, the marine still too lost for words to say anything. Coming to the back of the line, Twilight looked around hoping to see a familiar face he hadn't seen since his capture. A certain red-headed human whom he considered as a friend. |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Feb 3 2014, 12:49 AM Post #106 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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(OOC: Hell, it's about time.) "You've gotta be shitting me." "Hmm?" Chel hummed in curiosity as she walked up behind Kathi and placed her hands on the investigator's headrest, looking at the holographic displays showing the prison ship's manifest. "You know that bitch who we caught on G79?" "Gray Fox, wasn't it? Or was she going by a different name?" "You know her?" A hint of justified surprise worked its way into Kathi's voice. "I know of her," the blonde corrected, "and I've seen her a couple times before. I worked in the underground a lot more than Matt did, I know enough to recognize someone who hangs around the Vega boys as much as she does." The brunette nodded, silently wishing her friend would stop pushing down on her headrest. "Yeah, well, turns out, she's on that prison ship we brought in." She could practically hear the smirk behind her. "Really? Well, looks like an unhappy reunion's in the works, huh?" "Fuck no. I'm not dealing with that bitch unless I have to." Kathi sat up straight again as Chel released the headrest. "I'm gonna keep looking through the prisoner manifest, see if anything actually interesting shows up." Footfalls tamped away towards the med-bay, and the investigator went back to work. Eventually, and much to her surprise, something interesting did indeed show up, and she found her purple eyes narrowing in suspicion at the amount of redacted information on this particular prisoner's file. "Hey Chel," she shouted towards the back of the ship, "you ever heard of a hunter called Twilight? Wears what looks like a busted old suit of Federation Marine armor?" "Twilight?" Chel's voice twisted slightly with confusion. "I've heard of him, but he's not a hunter. He was a merc prior to the Aftermath incident and worked alongside a bunch of hunters, that I know. It's always been obvious he's some kind of exotic xeno, but if the Federation ever figured out what exactly he is, they aren't sharing it." "You got a theory?" "Yeah, but you're not gonna like it." A pause, and she continued anyway. "Raven thinks he might be a mutant darkling." When she was met with no response, she spoke again. "I'm going to guess that's the bad kind of silence, then." "Yeah..." Kathi responded lightly, too wrapped up in the all-too disturbing implications of that theory. She and her brother had grown up on stories of sailors tales of the "ghosts," real or imagined, that lurked on the frontiers of space, and when they were older, on the exploits of Samus Aran. Matthew had even been tangentially involved in the Aftermath incident. To think that something of that nature could be on this ship...well, one did have to consider context, but it was something she really didn't want to think too long about. She was broken from her musings by an explosion somewhere within the ship. Well, looks like Clark and Jenosa found something, she thought. Probably more zerg; the shock was rather big for small arms, but I think we'd have felt it more if it were some of the ship's munitions detonating. "That explosion's got more than a few people worried, it seems," Chel's voice echoed from down the hall. "They're moving the captain over to the other ship as soon as possible." "Good." She couldn't necessarily say she liked Voree, but she was the person who had put an end to the nightmare on G79, so she did respect and appreciate her nonetheless. Bored, she closed the prison dossiers and pulled up the external cameras so she could actually keep an eye on what was happening outside her ship. The 'odd couple' as Kathi had mentally labeled the out-of-place pair, were busy talking, the crewman seemingly annoyed, then worried about the conversation he was having with his 'totally-not-military-honest' companion. Suddenly, the woman's attitude shifted, and she quickly lept over the railing - yep, totally a military veteran the way she landed that - and started wlaking towards Alissa with confidence and purpose, quite unlike the subtle unease from earlier. The bounty hunter turned her attention from the person she was speaking to, who had to be the Twilight mentioned in the prison ship's manifest, and began listening to the woman talk to her. The cameras followed as she pointed, focusing in on- Grace, who, seconds later and without warning, flung her cuffs at them and bolted, a pistol appearing in her hand and sending a bullet into one of the fire extinguishers still scattered about the bay. "And that's why I'm not out there," she sighed, even as the white-haired bounty hunter reacted without losing a second, launching into a sprint and cloaking her armor as soon as she had her helmet on. Predictably, even Grace couldn't outrun someone in a well-designed set of powered armor, and Alissa reappeared right in the criminal's path, finally apprehending her again after a short exchange. Well, looks like that's well in hand, Kathi thought, before turning her attention to the drudgery of analyzing personnel manifests again, wondering just how the strange woman had figure Grace out so fast. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Incinerate the samples, then vent to the reactor exhaust." The sterilization oven replied to Chel's command immediately, torching a chunk of the meat-moss and the lower part of one of the wolf-zerg's legs to ash in the space of a second, and she let out a sigh of relief. She was very thankful that Kathi's new ship came with a full - for the ship's size, at least - med-bay, though the centrifuge for detailed DNA analysis had been her own addition. And it was telling a very interesting story. First off, the number of inactive genetic sequences in both the zerg creature and the meat-moss had been astounding. More astounding was the amount of overlap in those sequences. The ultimate implications she drew was that the zerg were a hive-organism, and the meat-moss was just another, highly specialized member of their hierarchy. The blonde hunter carefully sealed the remaining zerg-moss in the EM-hardened case it had been stored in originally, then placed it in the now-empty oven. "Sterilize the exterior of the container, use radiation, then cool for extraction," she ordered, as she picked up an opaque ceramic vial from the counter. And then there was the terrifying part. The zerg-moss sample had responded largely as expected to highly toxic mutagens like LHI and it's main predecessor, but even as it died, she noticed the remaining cells attempt to develop a resistance to the heat and radiation, respectively, despite the futility of the exercise. Add that to what appeared to be inactive and incomplete retroviral sequences and... Chel shuddered slightly, before opening a secondary cap on a canister of LHI, then dropping the vial inside. She closed the cap again as she walked out of the med-bay and back towards the cargo hold, typing a few short commands into the micro-control monitor on the side of it, closing the slot between the cap and the vial's resting place, sealing it inside. No more experiments, not while- From the main hatch, the Claymore's evacuation alarm began to blare, making her thoughts stop short. "Bloody hell," she thought out loud. "This is gonna be one of those trips, isn't it?" ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Wow. Didn't see that coming," Kathi snarked as the evacuation order began to blare, pulling up the external view of the arriving dropship and the newcomers who walked off it. Compared to the lightweight powered-armor used by GFed marines, these soldiers were encased in heavy, industrial-looking armor so large that it was either a powered exoskeleton, or all of them were significantly larger than normal humans, though as the one in black armor - obviously the one in charge, given the custom paint job - opened his visor, it became apparent that the former interpretation had been correct. The Claymore continued to groan, the low groan of stressed metal audible even with the alarm blaring. That could only mean one thing: more zerg had made it onto the other decks, and enough of them had done so that they were starting to tear the ship apart from the inside. If they were like an insectoid hive, then the investigator had a sinking feeling that there would be more types of warriors than what they'd already seen, and she didn't want to think about how big they might get. "Chel, pack up and get yourself buckled, we're getting out of here," she shouted back, re-priming the engines for another takeoff. The sound of boots clamping up the hallway answered her. "We're not staying to cover the evac?" Chel asked, her voice dipping as she ducked into the med-bay. Kathi looked over at the display showing the hangar bulkhead next to what the computer said was Alissa's ship, and how it bulged as the zerg threw themselves against the other side. "We're not going to be able to cover this whole hangar, and I want us in the air, ready to split as soon as possible. I'll do what I can, but I'm not in a position to help with the first breakthrough point." As if on cue, the zerg broke through the wall. Dammit, Kathi swore mentally, should have kept the engines spooled up, now I'm not going to be able to help with that. Fortunately, Alissa and the others seemed to manage to get the situation under control with a combination of tight shooting and an ingenious improvised electrical arc barrier before she could both get off the ground and into a safe firing position. "So, we haven't left yet?" Chel remarked smartly as she slid into the small alcove behind the main cabin. The seat there was intended for a secondary comms officer or navigator, but the paramilitary model Kathi had bought came with a backup gunnery station instead, so the pilot could devote their attention to flying instead of shooting. "Waiting for Clark and Jenosa." The brunette's answer was clipped, worried, even as she handed the guns over to the bounty hunter behind her. Those two had been gone for too long, and with the zerg starting to hammer at other bulkheads, she was starting to fear the worst. Then Clark and Jenosa were running across the hangar, the shrieks of the zerg turning into a horrible cacophany of sounds of pain as another explosion rumbled through the ship. "They're clear, we're out!" Kathi shouted, gunning the engines and accelerating out of the hangar and towards the human ship that had responded to their distress signal, one she could only describe as a floating fortress. Shortly thereafter, the second-in-command of said ship - the Hyperion according to the IFF she found it broadcasting - gave an announcement to all of them. The mention of "infestation" was certainly worrying, but moreso was the implication that people could potentially be infested as well. As for the man's question about the ship's origin, though... Kathi hailed the Hyperion in return as she lined up to dock in the hangar bay. "Most people back home wouldn't recognize the Claymore either, seeing as she was a testbed design. That said, I'm guessing that you guys haven't ever heard of the Galactic Federation, and if a hunch I have is right, there's a very good and highly unlikely reason you haven't." After they docked, and once she left the ship, Kathi looked around once again. There were several people here she wanted to talk to, including the Hyperion's own officers. First things first, though, she was going to find out just what was up with the "odd couple." And whenever things calmed down and they got a quiet moment to rest, she would finally ask Jenosa just what had happened since the redhead died. Edited by The Silver Fox, Feb 3 2014, 02:45 AM.
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Once, there was a maiden... ...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world. So she tore out her heart, and made war against it. In victory, she sealed it in a locket, and trapped in a casting of bronze. "Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said. | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 3 2014, 02:47 AM Post #107 |
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Native Son
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"Sweetie, if you wanna kill me, you better get in line. Gio called first dibs a long time ago. And then there's Travis Clark, the Yakamotos, the Russians, the Ortegas, certain government officials..." She was about to mention another name, but then stopped herself and just smiled like she knew something, but wasn't telling. "A lot of people want me dead," she continued. "As far as you're concerned, you don't have to worry. It won't come to that. I'm just trying to stay alive, same as you." She looked at the file still open on the screen. It had her most recent mugshot, taken just before she was sent up the river, and made her miss her long hair, just as she was getting used to it being short. And then the close up photos of her tattooed right arm, her most recognizable feature. Next came a list of offenses dating back to when she was a teenager. Frequent mentions of Henry, a ship called Sanctuary and a man named Adam, and a Pirate ship. And of course, the events of G79 which were the whole reason she was here in the first place. And then Jimmy's name. And that word again. "Associate, huh?. Is that was he calls me?" She flashed an uncomfortable grin. It was just too perfect. "I guess that wouldn't be the worst thing he's called me. Actually, that might even be a step up. You know this one time, he actually introduced me to someone as his good woman, emphasis his. As opposed to what, you know?" Grace stretched her leg out, resting her foot on the console in front of her. She noticed a first aid kit on the wall, so she retrieved a bandage and wrapped up her knee. Made her feel better already, like she wasn't one misstep away from shredding her ligaments. "Your name's Achilles, right?" she asked. "Look, I don't care what you think I did, I am not your enemy. As a matter of fact, after what happened with Jimmy, I should probably consider myself in your debt." She glanced over at the file again, then back at Alissa. "Besides... I've got a winning hand, and if I play it just right, that whole murder business is gonna go away real soon" She plucked a cigarette from the opened pack she'd taken off of Kuharsky, and was about to light up until she thought better of it. Instead, she stuck it behind her ear and settled for playing with the lighter, flipping the lid open and closed in a way that was probably pretty annoying. "You know... you should really get out in the sun more." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 14 2014, 03:08 PM Post #108 |
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Alissa did a heroic job of not shooting Grace in the face for the remainder of the ride to the Hyperion; the Blackbird entered the hanger of the enormous ship and settled near the others. Already she could see the rest of the refugees from the claymore disembarking and getting in line for their “checkup”. After the blackbird landed the ramp lowered allowing the passengers of the little ship to exit as well, Alissa stood from the pilot’s seat and indicated the back of the ship. “I’m sure Mr. Clark will have the time to speak with you now” She waited till the others had left before slipping into her armory quietly, she changed quickly out of her armor stowing it and changed into a flight suit holstering a pistol at her hip along with a pair of the collapsible batons she tends to favor. Before she left she administered another nanite infusion, bringing her internal systems closer to normal. Once she was outside her ship the ramp would lift sealing the ship, she made her way toward the rest of the hunters. “I am uncertain about this situation, too many things to go wrong” She left unsaid her unease over being screened by a doctor, as a rule Alissa had a deep seeded and understandable dislike and mistrust of doctors. Her childhood such as it was consisted of too much time being subjected to all manner of processes and tests with the aim of engineering her humanity away. To her doctors were not healers. She focused her now violet gaze on Grace across the hanger deck quietly a moment a thought entering her mind and escaping before her normal self discipline could stop it. “intriguing that I find I wish to take revenge for something that happened before we became friends” |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 16 2014, 08:53 PM Post #109 |
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Clockwork Master
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It oddly took Lenna a bit longer than one might expect to sidle into the co-pilot seat of the cargo ship, given the most recent circumstances. This hadn't been so much due to her almost obsessive compulsive habit in double checking everything in the cargo room; but rather her simply trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Ok, she remembered facing off an ugly-ass infested Terran with Ghelm by her side; that was crystal clear in her memory. Now she stared at it dead against the cargo door, her head feeling rather dizzy. Everything else in between was...a blur; she remembered some general details, mainly her and - Ghelm? - fighting it, and the feeling of the ship hightailing out. But how they had fought it was lost to time. At first, given her fading dizziness, she had assumed she had taken a concussion during the fight. But that only real theory was dashed away when she felt not a single ache or bump across her skull. Thus, unable to come up with any other idea, she wrote it off as a combination between the adrenaline and ship vertigo. Now sitting beside Ghelm, she looked at him in silence, who looked back at her with weary concern. It surprised her to see him suddenly tired; he had so bereft of energy before, it was as if he worked an entire day in only 10 minutes. After a brief moment of eye contact, Ghelm spoke soberly, "So...what now?" Lenna looked out into space. Then down at her Ghost suit which lay dejectedly on the floor, and then finally back at Ghelm. "I...don't know." For once in her life - yes, her real, entire life - Lenna was lost. She didn't know the exact details regarding the life she had chosen to lead, only that, somehow, she knew she where she was going; perhaps with some mild uncertainty dashed here and there, but otherwise her goals had never wavered. They only had changed. Now, however, she trully didn't know. Everything from her obedience to follow her orders to the regenerating, subconscious morals were tugging at her in completely opposite directions. She struggled to tell the difference between right and wrong. And seeing this, Ghelm piped up. "Well, if you really aren't sure, I think looking at that might help," he said with enthusiasm, pointing to the screen displaying the ship's internal status. Lenna's troubled expression changed to a disconcerting frown as she peered at the screen. It took here a moment to figure out what the red, flashing meter in the corner was indicating. And then she turned to Ghelm with her classic scowl. "You nearly drained the entire ship's power cells doing that suicidal stunt, didn't you?" "Yeeeaaaah, I didn't think very far ahead about flipping the power output to maximum." "And now you've stranded us with only one option out." "Hey, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I didn't do it to stick us here on purpose, if that's what you think." Lenna sighed. Of all the things she currently felt ambivilant about, there was definitely she was extremely reluctant to do. Go aboard the rebel controlled Hyperion. ------------- The first thing that both Lenna and Ghelm agreed to do was flush out all three corpses into the vacuum of space. Blood splatter was easy to explain and lie about in their case; three physical corpses, two out of which were purely human, were not. And Ghelm still wanted to know why his crew mates had been killed, but that this didn't seem to be the time, place or even 'mood' to be talking about it. Once on board the hanger - which was certainly jam packed with both people and ship, like a big personal waiting room - the two could only stand and wait until it was they're turn. Well, that and worry. At least for Lenna. And then maybe Ghelm when his 'companion' nudged him in the ribs and pointed. A certain, familiar brunette was walking towards them with suspicion. ...Meanwhile, at another corner of the hanger. "What the hell is she doing here?" came a came a completely baffled Jenosa Arma, pointing to Grace. She was back in her regular, civilian clothes, wearing a lightning blue tank top that fitted with her navy jeans. And like Alissa, she still carried a small means of defense; her Gemini handgun. Edited by CEMP, Feb 16 2014, 08:56 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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| ~The Boss~ | Feb 20 2014, 02:44 AM Post #110 |
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"Aha!" Grace shouted, pointing at Jenosa from across the hangar. "I knew it! I knew it!" Before anyone could react, she bolted over to them and threw her arms around Jenosa, hugging her so tight that she could be forgiven for thinking Grace was attempting to squeeze her to death. "Oh honey, you are my ticket to freedom!" She planted a great big kiss on her cheek and practically squealed with delight. "This is amazing," she said, unable to control her smile. "Best day of my life. Are you as happy as I am? What am I saying? Of course you're happy, you're alive!" She hugged Jenosa again, even tighter this time, if that was actually possible. Finally releasing her and letting her breathe again, Grace noticed the young man who was standing right next to them. "Hey Travis," she said, in a tone that could easily be described as flirtatious. ............................ Off in another corner of the hanger, a more tense scene was playing out at one of the airlocks. Steinman, the imprisoned doctor, was standing at the entrance arguing furiously with one of the Hyperion's crew. His orange jumpsuit was covered with blood, though he himself did not appear to be injured. "We don't have time for this," he said, raising his objections to the examinations. "These people need immediate medical attention before they bleed to death! So if you're not willing to let us board, then get your medics in some clean suits and get them down here right now!" One of the prison guards was standing beside the Doctor, though he appeared less concerned with preventing Steinman's escape than in keeping everyone else off the ship. |
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