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| +CEMP+ | Oct 5 2014, 10:11 PM Post #131 |
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(OOC: And we're BACK. Hope this enough for everyone to work with) "Well, I must admit," Matt Horner replied to Travis, "what I am hearing sounds like something out of a science fiction novel, but considering some of the 'guests' our crew reported seeing, I'll try to give you the benefit of the doubt. But yes, you can have a complete look at our star charts. Not sure how much it'll help you, given your...situation." As Travis discussed things further, Jenosa opted to shift away from the conversation and keep an eye on Grace. Even if Jenosa was confident Grace wouldn't attempt to kill her, the woman was still unpredictable. She swore it was like that woman was a two-face jester: all funs and laugh one second, and then deadly games added in the next. In fact, Jenosa found herself surprised by Grace's accusation, "These babies? I got them when Jimmy willingly let us raid his weapon stash a while back. And last I checked, I didn't see you're name on them when I picked them - fresh out of their casing too." Just then, she heard a texan voice boom within the prison ship. It was Jim Raynor. "Alright folks, here's what gonna happen. Seeing as you guys aren't in Kansas anymore, I've opted to be nice and let you all stay. That being said, we're not a pleasure cruise around here, so don't expect any special treatment. Particularly since you're all convicts; one way or another. Which is why y'all will have to earn the Hyperion crew's trust. Those of you who carry your weight and show my crew respect will earn a fair meal and sleep." "Anyone who who dares so much as harrass them will have themselves locked in the brig. Anything farther, and I'll see to you'll be dropped at Deadman's Port. That place would make this ship look like a Five-star hotel. I take it we're all clear on that?" The long silence he got from the still conscious occupants was all he needed. "Good," he replied in solid, but friendly ton, "after everyone's healed up, and I'm done talking with all the other newcomer's, I'll see to the accommodations." Having finished his speech, Jim turned around, and, finally getting a full view Jenosa, froze. For a brief moment, his face appeared like he had seen a ghost, and then, as though recognizing more smaller, discerning details, it broke into relief. "Well, you must be one of the new, more friendly arrivals," he stated. "Yup. Jenosa Arma at your service." "Well Ms.Arma, I take it your reception here has been well." "Aside from some of your doctor's trying to make heads or tails of my, well, 'physiology', everything's been pretty fine." And she added, "May I ask what's with the expression before?" "Sorry, you looked like someone I...used to know," he replied, with a forlorn look, "not something I want to talk about." Jenosa raised a hand, "Say no more. I think we all have something here we don't want to talk about. Now then...I really don't want to have to go, but I've been told to head to your, well, lab ASAP. Mind if I have someone guide me there." "Sure thing. Amenda here- he motioned to one of the Hyperion's personnel now aboard the prison ship -will take you right there. Don't worry, Stetman and Ariel are good people, so they'll treat you well enough. Although I must admit, now I'm might curious as to what's so different about to warrant a visit to our lab." "Sorry, but that's something you'll probably only get to hear after my extended check up. It's not something I like talking about." "Well, so long as it doesn't pose a threat to my crew, I'm fine with that." Jenosa gave an assured nod, and then went off. Just before making her way along with Amenda, Jenosa tugged Alissa. "Hey, you mind coming with to their lab? I know you're not keen on it, but I feel I could use the extra company." |
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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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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 6 2014, 12:52 PM Post #132 |
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Alissa had kept herself off to the side while introductions were made. Letting her armor blend her into the background and doing her best not to appear interesting as she watched the various exchanges, she really was just ready to have the day over with. It was while notions of falling into her bunk on the Blackbird floated through her head that Jennosa tugged on her arm. "Hey, you mind coming with to their lab? I know you're not keen on it, but I feel I could use the extra company." Alissa nodded falling into step beside her friend as they walked toward the Lab. Jenossa was right; Alissa’s distrust of scientists was well established among those who knew her, and well understood by a very select few. Alissa glanced toward their escort before looking back toward her friend. “We are going to be expected to “earn our keep” as well” she said quietly as they walked along. “A military vessel this size suggests prolonged conflict” she said glancing around quietly “I suspect we will want to learn something of that conflict before we commit to it ourselves” |
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 11 2014, 02:18 PM Post #133 |
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Jenosa nodded curtly in response, pondering briefly what had been said. "Yeah...certainly if we can't find a way home in such a short notice; which I suspect might be the case. And I'm not overtly fond of killing other people unless I'm certain they're not the redeemable type." She then consequently stretched her arms, showing her own fatigue from the day's run, and even noting Alissa's in speech. "On that note, is it just me, or do you actually appear tired," she laughed, "that must be a record for you." The lightened mood Jenosa brought lasted for a few minutes before they finally reached the lab, which faded almost instantly. Amenda easily noticed this and said, "Don't fret. Dr. Ariel and Stetman are well respecting scientists. Our leader Jim Raynor wouldn't have tolerated them if they weren't." Whether this affected Alissa or not, it at least got Jenosa to perk up to some degree again. The crewmate seemed well meaning enough to Jenosa, after all, and she replied, "I'll take your word for it, but you'll owe me and my friend a drink if we deem them not worthy." It was probably worth pointing out at this point that Alissa probably didn't drink, but who's to know, Jenosa thought. The room they entered was circular, and probably about just bigger than an apartment, Jenosa estimated. It appeared moderately spacious for it's size and titled usage, with about only about three, long, vertically interrogated specimen tubes, and some kind of empty alcove all on the side. All three tubes held the typical, clear solution in them, but only one was empty; separate from that one, on the opposite side of the door they walked in, the other two contained some rather curious specimens. The one farthest from the door held what appeared to be a yellow crystal formation, with some kind of blue-black, electrical energy sphere floating perfectly still in the middle of the tank. Small arcs of electricity would occasionally jump from it, to various shard with an almost sentient quality. The display was, in a subtle fashion, dazzling. Held in the other tank to the right of it was something completely opposite; organic and, in fact, utterly alien. And, quite possibly, Zerg. Because the thing held the same slimy, ugly, unearthly appearance and texture that seemed so common between the critters that had invaded the Claymore. Except this looked less like an actual critter, and more like some giant kind organ. The overall mass of it hung from the top of the tank as a bulbous sack, supported by many red tendrils attached to the roof of the tank. The tendrils spread to some degree along the top portion of the glass, and even one or two could be seen on the bottom. Some of them periodically twitched loosely. But what might be considered the most disconcerting aspect of it could be seen through the translucent layer of skin around the bottom of the sac. For, seen inside it was this teal, gooey looking substance, or 'mass', that had a dim glow slowly oscillated in intensity. The mass seemed to twitch and pulse every so often, as though something was gestating within. The sight of this may have rather unnerved Jenosa upon entry were it not for the lab's main attraction, however. For in the middle of the room, held aloft and slowly spinning in the air by the low, white light of an integrated anti-gravity confinement beam, were three deep indigo - nearly black - colored objects. Each one had a different shape and size, with each one maintaining their altitude in the beam, but they all had the same smooth, marble quality. All the while light blue lines shined on the edges of their corners. And they appeared all too familiar. While the room's two occupants had yet to turn their attention to them, Jenosa nudged Alissa, "Hey, don't those look similar to that artifact MacGuffin we found?" It was after that brief moment they spoke that the woman she assumed was Dr. Ariel - who had been staring at the room's center console - finally noticed them; the other occupant that she assumed was Stemann, who pretty much looked like you're classic nerd, seemed to be so engrossed with his data pad that he barely acknowledged them. To some degree he took to friendly observation from afar. "Ahh, you must be the red head I've been hearing interesting things about from the medical team," the woman stated. Ariel had a near, above average height for a woman, but with an average build; yet a pretty, fair skinned, emphatic face. The brunette had her almost shoulder length hair knotted into a pony tail, and her grey eyes wore a pair of glasses. And while she had a a thick but standard lab coat, the 'tag' she had identifying her and her profession was actually a tiny, electronic, amber screen. The woman carried herself with a certain mix professionalism and a twinge of human empathy. "Jenosa Arma, and behind me is my good friend Alissa," Jenosa said, pointing to herself and then Alissa. "We really hope we're not here just to hear how fascinating our insides are." "Well, in as much as I am very intrigued by both of your sensor log readings," she admitted, sincerely, "this is more of a matter of health concern. And seeing as both of you had a very long day, so I'll get strait to the point: your 'physiology, Jenosa, is, well...to some degree ambiguous to me. And that's saying a lot considering my degree in Xeno science." "Yeeeeeah, I kind of expected that response." "Well, don't get me wrong, Ms.Arma," Ariel said, "you're body stills seems quite comparable to that of a normal human being. But intertwined with that human aspect appears to be something remarkably alien, even by carbon-based lifeform standards. And never having seen this before with my level of degree on Xeno research, I'd be a little worried that this could possibly hide zerg spores from our scans; or worse, hold somekind of mutation that would be overlooked by the scanners." And she added, "Especially since I've checked up about you spelunking inside an infested morgue." "Yeah, well, can't blame you there," Jenosa said, "but let's have a second opinion, shall we?" And then, fishing for something in her back pocket, she held out in the palm of her hand a small, electronic device in the shape of a thick disk. "What do you think, Derad?" she quarried the device, and a small, blue hologram of a grandfatherly scientist flickered and solidified. "Well," the image spoke in a gruff, electronic tone, "under 80% of the circumstance, I'd call bolderdash. But given the recent data, I'm in 100% agreement with her." "Really?" Jenosa groaned, having hoped this card of her would make things quick, not more complicated. “Wouldn't my suit's scanners have picked something foreign entering my system?” "A lot foreign material entered your system during then,” the image stated as a- matter-of-factly, “2.564 thousand particles per square inch to be exact. None of which I know if they're simply benign or incredibly dangerous. And add to the fact that you're reactive Praxian physiology mutates ever so sublty every 5.5 hours or so, it's really difficult to tell what's what unless my pathogen definitions are updated.” Jenosa leered, “You are really not helping my case.” “Well, you asked for the facts, and now I processed them for you. So there.” Jenosa groaned, and before she could say anything else, Dr. Ariel cleared her throat. It could also be noticed that Stetmann's attention had suddenly been grabbed. "If I may interrupt," Ariel said, "that is quite the A.I you have there." "Why thank you," the image said, and then added more monotonously, "Please, state you're quary and definition update." Jenosa sighed, "Yeah, well, I didn't bring him here for show and tell. Can use him to verify that I'm 'clean', please?" "Sure, although trading notes by speech might take a while. Would it be possible to hook him up to our data base?" "My data module interface is highly modular," the image said, "and you're technology appears similar to ours. Shouldn't be an issue" Ariel then hooked the device to the center console of the room, only for the image to flicker and sputter for a moment. "ERROR: code 42! Missing required codecs for decryption process. Sorry, my program didn't account for software compatibility issues." Jenosa slumped and groaned even louder. Turning to Alissa, she asked, "Hey, I know I'm asking a lot here right now, but would it be possible for you to use your A.I. Or insane hacking skills to fix this?" |
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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~ | Oct 11 2014, 03:49 PM Post #134 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Renegade, outlaw, pirate. To these charges, Tychus Findlay would answer honestly if asked: guilty as charged and he would always answer with the enthusiasm of his wolfish grin. Tychus was a big man, with a big ego and big needs to match. If he was going to make something happen, it was for two reasons: it was going to be big, and it was going to be for him; numero uno, the boss, the most important man in any room. Usually, anyway. Tychus wasn't so selfish that he didn't know a thing of kindness, loyalty or compassion. He just preferred to watch out for himself. Naturally, his occupation had led to some complications; one of which was running awry of the "law" out here in Korpulu. That other was the fact that his freedom came at a price. He was "free", but in truth, Tychus would carry his prison with him to serve his sentence. That, and a couple of conditions, none he'd risk broaching at the minute. Of course, when your prison was a CMC-300 series suit of combat armor customized and personalized to your liking, things could always be worse. And besides, Tychus liked playing the strong man that the suit's functions included. His "prison" suited him just fine, and as far as he was concerned the Dominion saw him as a model citizen now. Of course, the didn't know that he was right back with his old pal; little Jimmy Raynor, a man even Tychus would fight to the death for - and considering himself, that was saying a lot about the man who was once just a scrawny kid from Shiloh. Still, as Tychus rounded the corner walked into the whole crazy situation playing out in the hangar, his "memorable" character spilled out immediately. He couldn't help it, really - he was Tychus Findlay. So, as Jenosa and Alissa passed him on his way in, he offered both ladies his devilish smile, as if asking "Like what you see?" ---------------------- "Thank you," Travis nodded in gratitude. "I don't plan on going anywhere, but so long as I'm on-board the Hyperion with all of you, I'll be happy to help if I can, Captain." Travis was about to ask Matt another question (namely, more about the zerg), when there was another voice that broke the monotony from the prison ship's hangar entrance. It was a texan voice, thick and authoritative. "Alright folks, here's what gonna happen. Seeing as you guys aren't in Kansas anymore, I've opted to be nice and let you all stay. That being said, we're not a pleasure cruise around here, so don't expect any special treatment. Particularly since you're all convicts; one way or another. Which is why y'all will have to earn the Hyperion crew's trust. Those of you who carry your weight and show my crew respect will earn a fair meal and sleep." "Anyone who who dares so much as harrass them will have themselves locked in the brig. Anything farther, and I'll see to you'll be dropped at Deadman's Port. That place would make this ship look like a Five-star hotel. I take it we're all clear on that?" The long silence he got from the still conscious occupants was all he needed. "Good," he replied in solid, but friendly tone, "after everyone's healed up, and I'm done talking with all the other newcomer's, I'll see to the accommodations." (Hope you're smart and slip his wallet back while you can, Grace; he's not playing, not with that tone. This is a man who says what he means, and means what he says.) Travis thought to himself. Of course, knowing Grace she was probably already examining Raynor and possibly undressing him with her eyes; who knew what went through her head sometimes. Captain Horner had been forced to end his discussion with Travis, politely excusing himself to help sort the prison ship's inmates with what appeared to be the remaining Corrections personnel, and Jenosa had been the first to greet the man running the show. After she had been carted off to the lab, however, Travis took his chance to greet the man. "Commander Raynor, I already spoke with your second but I'd just like to take the chance to thank you personally; that was - to be honest, I'm not even sure what I just saw on the Claymore - but the important thing is you all saved us. Travis Clark; bounty hunter from the... other place with Jenosa and Alissa." Travis shook Jim's hand and met the man's weathered gaze; he could tell Raynor had seen much, but his generosity was genuine. Real kindness usually didn't flinch. That was when he heard a heavy set of footsteps and Travis saw what could only be described as a small mountain of a man in armor walked into the ship. As he approached, he popped his visor and a puff of smoke escaped through the opened hatch, along with intelligent eyes, a hard face and the smell of a cigar. "Damn, Jimmy. I saw some of our... guests on the monitors. Where do you find all these beautiful women, huh, partner...?" The man pointed back down the ramp. "If you're sendin' them to the doc, I wouldn't mind doin' some 'examination' myself, hehe." However, it didn't take long for the newcomer to notice Travis. The man's scowling eyes looked Travis' form up and down, and then came the man's wolfish grin. "You get lost on the way to a cyber-comic convention or somethin', junior...? This ain't that 'CyboComicon' that happens on Tarsonis; lose the costume, kid. Looks kinda effimate, too; hope you ain't fightin' in that ensemble." (Not even a minute I've met this man and he's mocking me. I'm not sure I like him.) Travis thought to himself. Careful to give no hint of his annoyance, he used his free right hand to examine the wrist-mounted system on his left arm. "Hmm... well now that you mention it is a bit silly to be walking around in full armor. Commander, don't be alarmed at what's about to happen; totally safe for you and your crew, just a bit of my own tech from the 'other side', I guess we could call it. Might want to cover your eyes for a sec, though, it's bright." Travis entered a sequence of commands into the module, and suddenly he was engulfed in a flash of bright cyan-blueish light, if only for a second or two. When it subsided, there he stood in a black leather trenchcoat ending at his knees, with what appeared to be a black and leather-like outfit underneath of it, complete with a belt of some sort. On his feet were a matching pair of black military boots, unmistakably hand-polished, and the intriguing suit of armor was nowhere to be found; the only thing resembling its technology was a device on Travis' left wrist, which he then hid under his coat's sleeve. Everyone, from either vessel, stood dumb-founded for a moment before turning back to what they were doing; stranger things had happened today, why question it? The large man in the suit stood with a passive look on his face, and then grinned with a coarse and booming laugh. "Normally, I'd be gripin' about you being a show-off son, but I gotta say that was pretty darn cool, hehe. Just, uh... word of advice, don't let Swann see that or he'll think yo' doin' witchcraft or somethin'. Name's Tychus Findlay." (That shut him up a bit, I see.) Travis smiled a bit as he shook the larger, armored hand as a courtesy; he didn't like showing off, but he wanted the inmates to understand something along with Mr. Findlay; he was armed and could be so at any second, anywhere. Still, Tychus was polite, but something about him... Travis decided to relegate that thought to later until he could find more to support his assumption. Just for a moment, Tychus turned and saw the face of some sweet little thing with black hair (Travis recognized it was Grace); he threw her a wink and a grin before turning back to the conversation with only one thought: (I'm a baaaaad man.) (( Reference for Tychus Findlay: http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/Tychus_Findlay )) |
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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 13 2014, 01:18 PM Post #135 |
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Alissa paused at the site of the integrated specimen tubes, she still had nightmares about those things but the moment was brief and passed before the two scientists even seemed to notice that they were in the room. Alissa could only nod in the affirmative when she saw the trio of floating objects in the center of the room. There were not identical by any stretch but there was a unity of design that suggested the objects were related to the object that had brought them into this universe. Her silent examination of the objects was interrupted as Dr. Ariel started to speak and her attention was once again drawn back to the reason for them being in this lab in the first place. While Alissa could understand the reason for their concern given the rather startling capacity of the Zerg to mutate any living being into a mindless and nearly unstoppable killing machine, she also had no trust for the pair in this room. And so aside from a quit nod when she was introduced she watched the pair of them quietly as if she expected them to attack. Alissa watched the exchange quietly as Jenossa tried to get her suit’s VI to ease the concerns of the scientists and then watched with a look of mild amusement as the construct did quite the opposite. There was a moment when Alissa might have smiled were she not so physically spent (though the fact that she merely looked tired was an improvement). "Hey, I know I'm asking a lot here right now, but would it be possible for you to use your A.I. Or insane hacking skills to fix this?" Alissa paused a moment looking between Jenossa and their hosts, expecting some sort of objection to letting an unknown player access their computer system. When none was forthcoming she moved over to the terminal and pulled up a chair settling down as she reached for a small disk shaped object on her hip and placed it on the data port. A holographic display and keyboard appeared and she began typing quietly. ***negotiating connection*** came the calm voice of the Blackbird’s AI over the link that had been established. Alissa glanced toward Jenossa a moment Alissa worked quietly for a while “a codec will take some time but I can decrypt the database more efficiently” Alissa said quietly glancing over toward Jenossa “The blackbird will work on a patch that should will be compatible with the VI in your suit for later” Alissa was also going to take the opportunity though to get a better look at the ships computers as a whole, along with information that might be withheld from them that they need to know, if she was going to be asked to participate in a conflict she was going to understand it first, she wanted the unfiltered information about both sides. “I’ll transfer the Database now” she said slipping Jenossa’s device into a data port coming off of her own interface and beginning the transfer. Before looking back toward Jenossa and the scientist she pointed to the objects floating in the center of the room. “The object that brought us over looked very much like those” she stated simply “what are they?” |
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| ~Twilight~ | Oct 21 2014, 08:19 PM Post #136 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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As the group of Hunters plus Grace wandered off Twilight remained behind, his gaze following them as they went though he wasn't really paying attention to anything in detail, he was far too deep in thought. He wasn't sure what to think or how to react to what had happened, or perhaps a better way to describe his confusion would be what had NOT happened. As part of his attempt to assure Travis of his actions against the Zerg infested he had revealed that he was an Ing, and no one had reacted on this... Of course, very few even knew what an Ing was, and only the Luminoth and Samus Aran had experienced the full breadth of horror and hatred that they represented and he wouldn't be surprised if her report from her mission to Aether had been kept from the public. However that did little to alleviate his confusion, in his experience it was safe to assume an elite Hunter would have knowledge of even close to extinct species such as his, and while he certainly didn't think of himself as charismatic he usually did expect to be heard when he spoke. It was all just odd... His deep thoughts were interrupted when a loud voice began to echo through the hangar.
Authorative and absolute, probably just what the shaken prisoners needed to keep their heads togheter at this point. Twilight recognized the voice from when they had been rescued by the Hyperion, Jim Raynor, the Commander of Raynor's Raiders. He had stayed silent then, letting the crew speak as his voice stood out quite a bit and the last thing they had needed was being left behind due to a missunderstanding, but perhaps now was a good time to introduce himself, and ask a few questions. Most of his injuries had closed by now, but his leg was still somewhat damaged, and as he didn't want to injure it further he chose to take it slow, thus he didn't arrive until shortly after Travis had unequipped his power suit. Quite the impressive looking kit, compared to Twilight's cracked and battered suit of armour. The larger marine that had appeared in the meantime seemed suitably impressed with the display, but Twilight's gaze was focused on the man in charge. "You are the Commander, correct? I thought I should save time and speak with you directly." Twilight said as he announced his presence. He had a few questions for the man, but that would have to wait. He'd likely need to explain himself, given how different he must appear to everyone else that had been brought on-board the Hyperion. |
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 21 2014, 08:33 PM Post #137 |
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"Hey," Jenosa said, shrugging at Alissa, "so long as it can get the job done now, I'm happy." "And as long as I have a working data base," Derad said, "I should be able to do just that." "Well, that's at least one thing that brightens my day." "In assuming that the analysis doesn't turn up anything alarming, then yes." Jenosa groaned, her smile turning to a frown, "Please don't ruin the moment for me." "Again, I'm merely being realistic," the image went on as Alissa translated the data base, and added, "besides, considering this is still a carbon-based pathogen, there's a 89.6785% probability your Praxian physiology would simply absorb and assimilate it into itself." This last phrase had both Stetmann and Ariel raise a curious eye brow as they looked at one another perplexity; and then at Derad. Jenosa did the same, but with a discomforted leer. "Ummm, and that would cause..." Ariel began to say Derad's image coughed, "Well, that would probably cre--- ERROR 54: Following information classified. Owner authorization required." The two scientists looked up at Jenosa expectantly. "Ohhh no," the red head said, begrudgingly, "no no no no. Not unless I really need to." Stetmann stated pouted in disappointment, but otherwise respected Jenosa decision. Ariel, on the other hand, pondered the woman's words for a moment before saying, "You really don't like being prodded about this 'Praxian' physiology, do you?" Jenosa sighed, "No, I don't. I get that your trying to be on the lookout and all, but- Ariel sympathetically raised a hand to cut her off. "You have a complicated past. And as probably does your friend, too. I get that. I'm sorry we poked further than we should have. Sometimes our scientist part can get the better of us." Despite her original misgivings, Jenosa relaxed to some degree as she waved her hand in thanks. "Well, I can't blame for being all...sciency around me. Anyway, Derad..." "Yes yes," the AI replied in a grumpy manner, "just waiting for Alissa to finish and...there. Connecting to host made. Accessing files. Processing definitions and scan data. Estimated completion time: having fun bantering for approximately 3 minutes everyone." "Riiiiight, ok then smart guy," Jenosa said. "You're...AI has quite the personality," Ariel stated. "Oh, you wouldn't believe how much he follows the scientist he was named after. But that's a story for another time. Right now I want to know what Alissa's wants to know: that," Jenosa said, pointing to the artifact as well. "Those are alien artifacts that Jim's Raiders have recovered," Ariel explained, "they're wanted by the Mobius science foundation, and are paying the Raiders a lot of credits to recover them." "So you guys specialize in salvage operations?" Jenosa said Ariel shook her head fervently, "Raynor's Raiders are a guerrilla rebel faction against the Dominion. And they can't exactly stage a fight without funds." Jenosa and Alissa briefly looked at one another in unease, and Ariel understood what was going through their heads. "And just so you know, Jim's a good man. He helped my people evacuate our planet when the Dominion soldiers just left our civilians to the Zerg." "But that going off on a tangent," she continued, "to finish answering your question, we currently only know two things about these artifacts: they constitute a larger artifact, and were created by a long dead, alien race called the Xel'Naga. Beyond that, we don't know what they're purpose is, mystical, technological or otherwise." "Mind if I hear about the one you two found?" Ariel asked. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 22 2014, 02:36 PM Post #138 |
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Alissa looked toward Jenosa a moment before turning back to her device a moment. “Blackbird…display information on artifact to be recovered as part of current assignment. Include information provided as part of bounty, gathered from federation database, along with ship and suit sensor information.” ***command confirmed*** And in that moment images and text began to appear on the three nearest screens, along with a small blue box which moved with the voice wave of the Blackbird AI ***uploading requested information to the relevant directories, omitting information recorded from neural monitoring unit…command override required*** And with that the box vanished to be replaced with a video of a Zebesian ship flickering in and out of view with a failing cloak. Alissa glanced back toward Jenosa quietly “Have these objects display any of the energy signatures of the object we encountered?” she asked the scientists quietly “if so we may be able to locate one that could get us back to our own universe, though I do find a certain appeal in a universe without the Coalition” |
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 26 2014, 10:12 PM Post #139 |
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Dr. Ariel watched and looked at the data, and pondered what the white haired woman said. Finally, after a moment, she spoke up, "Compared to what I'm seeing here, the our artifacts have generally remained entirely inert. They only give off a low, harmless radiation signature that matches the one you found. But nothing on such a large scale." "That said, the one thing we've noticed is that they tend to suck in the ambient energy around it. Not dangerous to us, but theoretically dangerous to a protoss." Just then, Derad chimed in robitcally, "Data analysis complete. Praxian physiology 28% altered since last all tier diagnosis 5 days ago. This includes muscular conductivity increase, and mild cardio vascular and nervous adjustment. No alterations do not bear signature to that of defined pathogen, nor any traces of pathogen identified. Subject clean." "A simple 'You're fine' would have sufficed." "Apologies. Program subroutines." "Ummm, I know this over stepping my bounds a bit," Ariel asked, "but...28% physiology alterations? Do you mean...adaptions of some kind?" "In a manner of speaking," Derad replied, "but I've already let my base subroutines get the better of my classification judgement." "In other words, doc, it's classified," Jenosa replied, but with much less uneasiness than before. "That's alright. Just curious, and looking out for danger." "I assure you madam," Derad said, "that I take reporting dangerous anomalies to my charge quite seriously." "Well, if you say so," Ariel said, and then looked at both Jenosa and Alissa. "Right then," she added, "I think we it's safe to say you two can go and relax now." "Thanks for the clearance doc," Jenosa replied in kind, leaning down to pick Derad. Except she stopped when Derad raised a hand. "Wait, I have a...personal quary," Derad asked. Jenosa blinked, "Uhh, go on." "I would like to maintain myself within this lab for the time being. To...chat and parse over new data, and discuss new possibilities. Share information." "Are you sure that's wise?" The AI scoffed, "My program may retain about 52% of the Magellen operting system, but the other 48% of the human conscious that was bio-grafted to it is enough to give me a good judge of character. Besides, new facts may come to light, and I can always maintain a constant connection with Alissa's AI, in case anything DOES go wrong." Jenosa sighed, "Alright then. Have fun you old coot." "Hmm, good night to you too." As they back to head out, Ariel made one last comment. A warning, in fact, to Alisa and her well being. Allisa, I may not know who who this Coalition is you speak of, but...trust me when I say that if the Dominion, the human government who largely occupy this sector, would love to stick you in test tube. Or worse, 'resocialize' you." "Have a good rest you two." When the two woman finally exited the lab, Jenosa asked, "So...what do you think of those two?" ------------ Even Jim Raynor, who had seen a myriad of all sorts of being from the xenomorphic Zerg to the telepathic Protoss, was so taken back by Twilight's appearance that he actually jumped. "Yeah, I'm the boss of this group," he replied, "And don't take this the wrong way, but...are you some kind of Protoss." |
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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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| ~Twilight~ | Oct 27 2014, 09:54 PM Post #140 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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Twilight could tell he was tense, as he felt his predatory instincts try to kick-in when he saw his target of attention, or 'prey' in some other words jump at the sight of him. Normally such instinctive sensations were only felt by him while he was deeply involved in a combat scenario but it had become stronger once again after his body began to destabilize... However he had supressed these instincual urges for a long time now, so while he hadn't been prepared for it, the only real sign of it was a deepening of the red in his eyes and a twitch of his right hand. Once that somewhat awkward moment had passed the man confirmed he was the leader, along with asking a question that sounded odd to Twilight. Unmoving Twilight let his gaze remain on Jim as he thought about it, it sounded like this "Protoss" was a species of some kind, probably native to this reality. Though if he wasn't certain if Twilight was one or not, then they were probably a rare sighting or they had a lot of different genotypes. "If Protoss refers to a species then the answer is no, I'm from the same galaxy as the rest of the prisoners, just a different part of it." Twilight said after a few seconds silence, shortly after which he resumed. "My name is Twilight, I used to be a mercenary on the 'other side'. I'm aware I draw a lot of attention with the way I look so I thought I should set the record straight with you right away, so if you have any questions for me ask away." He was about to hold his hand forward in greeting, but as he did he turned seemed to reconsider after staring at it for a second. He'd learned that humans generally found shaking hands with him uncomfortable, probably due to his unnatural skin, how cold to the touch it was (He had only others to go on for this fact) and his claw-like fingers. Before he let Raynor ask any questions however he turned his head and looked at Travis. "I apologize if I interrupted, Mr. Clark." Twilight nodded his head in apology as he said this, before turning back to Raynor. He wasn't even acknowledging the other man, based on his suit he seemed to be just another marine, albeit a bit bigger perhaps but Twilight had his priorities on Raynor and Travis. OOC:((Not sure if Twilight would even know Travis surname, but if that's not appropriate, just interchange it with "Travis")) |
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