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| +CEMP+ | Jan 13 2015, 07:01 PM Post #21 |
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It was strange and sureal to Jenosa just how Alissa's AI had...changed after that 5 hour, silent patch. It was all very subtle really, but all there – and if you had spent already about several days with it, you would definitely notice. From the moment it booted itself up and first spoke to her, its disembodied voice showed small flairs of...emotion – largely as a sense of elation at its updated programming. As though a set of chains it hadn't been aware of had finally been cast off. Now, almost every conversation they had, Jenosa swore she heard bits of curiosity, comfort, and, occasionally, concern form in its normally neutral tone. Sometimes it would even pause, as if surprised by its own speech pattern; or thoughts. Even so, Jenosa hadn't directly touch on this subject with the AI, partially because she had never actually dealt with this kind of...scenario before. Plus, once in a while, it would ask some deep, profound questions. Mostly about itself. Ones that Jenosa herself wasn't sure how to answer; and was sometimes sorry she couldn't. One or two seemed to hit home about the concept of a family. The red head swore it was like she was now talking to an adolescent girl, and rather than an electronic program. One that seemed to be permantly stuck in a ship. And yet, despite how ghostly this was, during the times in her own personal silence, Jenosa began to realize just how much she found the AI's voice and intilligence a...comfort to hear whenever she finished her daily exercise. In this long, lone voyage where she stayed awake around 14 hours awake a day – she really couldn't find it in herself to simply place herself in stasis – floating in space, the only real honest company she had was this AI. Sure, she was used to floating in space alone, but only for short periods of time, and usually, certainly on long voyages, she made pit stops in between on planetary settlements. Once in a while she just needed to flirt with people of the local establishments. Sadly, that sort of thing wasn't going to happen here, not with their FTL driver, and, more importantly – and annoyingly – their need to be discrete. It was thus, in times of personal silence, she reflected just how of this was probably the kind of life Alissa led before they had met. Alone in space, with no real direction, no real social habits, no real family to reach out to, and the woman's only childhood being scientists and labs that made up her nightmares' horrors. No one to connect to aside from the only disembodied voice that had helped you escape. And having spent so much time side-by-side with Alissa, both in fights and in quiet conversation, she realized just how much she understood Alissa now. Just how much she sympathized for her – something that, upon reflection of her past social habits, was surprising. She never thought at least once that, of all the people she would meet in her life time as a free-roming bounty hunter, she'd be friends with a run-away, mentally conditioned science experiment. But she was, and there was no denying it. And now there was no denying the anger, simmering beneath her happy exterior, she had towards the ones responsible for this woman's life. Not that it became anything she had ever openly ranted about to the AI...yet. It was just something that sat in the back of her mind, small but niggling nonetheless. Still, this, talking to the AI, and mid-morning exercises hadn't become the only part of her daily routine on the ship – aside from the occasional house call to Alissa. To be specific, she actually found another 'exercise' after taking a brief break her standard push-ups, sit-ups and weights. An activity that shouldn't even be considered a physical exercise, yet somehow, in practice, it felt like one. Literally. As ironically, this involved 'playing' with her multifarious collection of energy-based handguns. The whole idea had started back a few days ago when, in both admiration of her collection and to past the time, she started to clean, take apart and put it back each weapon she had on board. And she found herself reflexively making every fire arm she gripped an extension of herself. It was strange how the whole thing had just become automatic for her, with the sensation of having the weapon's circuits and mechanisms feel like they were her muscle, bone and skin; a sensation that should have felt alien, but it actually felt completely natural to her now. It was then and there she got it in herself to see what she could do with these energy weapons without the suit's help. She always liked to challenge herself, even if this was a strange challenge, and, with a little help from the AI, it wasn't hard for her to set up a small firing range. There, she learned to partially enhance, and, more over, manipulate the weapons' energy to achieve various 'unseen' effects. The first few goes were...exhilarating, and a spectacle for her. They were also more taxing than she could physically tell. For all too recently, in the first time in a while, she had actually pushed herself too far without ever realizing she was doing so. A fact that she had yet to fully realize as she began to wake up – with her body laying sprawled on the metal floor of the shooting range. And aching pain on the back of her head, accompanied by a woozy feeling swimming all over her body. Groaning as she sat up, she asked, “Wooh? Wh-What happened? And why do I feel drunk?” What had happened, without her knowing it yet, was that she had made a nice, burned slash on the wall opposite of her. With her Gemini handgun. And that, at first stumbling, fell unconscious. For several hours. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 17 2015, 03:48 PM Post #22 |
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Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The Chozo warrior's fist clenched, shivering in barely-contained rage as his ship took off from the spaceport of the latest failed lead he had on his list of places to investigate. What should have been a moderately-paced investigation as to there whereabouts of one of his colleagues, tracking down the trajectory and the general speed of a mere emergency craft, was quickly turning into the ultimate test of patience. Seven planets and four space stations he had investigated, making inquiries into the travel logs of all passing ships and vessels--his bounty hunter clearance had at least let him know the make and models of all traffic going to those various planets and stations, thankfully--and none of them, not one, had any information on the particular ship Alissa had taken on her escape from the Project Vertigo facility. Even now, the avian Hunter felt the days slip through his fingers as he pursued one lead after another, only for each one to come up empty. It was incredibly infuriating. <"Where is the logic in any of this,"> Z'Gato shouted towards his ship's computer, as if it were some kind of person to reason and carry a conversation with. Unlike some ship-board AI, like Travis' or Jenosa's ships, Z'Gato's craft had a very basic--often termed 'dumb'--AI. Z'Gato was the only one that wanted to make decisions about his ship, so having another intelligence, even if it were completely allied with him, did not sit well with the Chozo. Something about having a machine make decisions about one's mode of transportation had just set wrong with him. But that was beside the point--after all, he had already managed to explore the maximum support distance of most emergency pods, even the robust ones like the Federation made. Irritated eyes looked down at the ship's designation code once again, 26195B, as if trying to summon the location of the ship through sheer willpower and fury. He knew ships of that design could not reach further than this without aid--at least not without severe problems as far as rations and life-support. It was true that they could remain stationary and maintain life for months at a time, but the rate at which they had been travelling would likely have taken their toll all the same--this was the ship's quoted maximum escape distance, and yet he could not find hide nor hair of the ship. Not even an ion trail! The most basic form of tracking down another ship, and it just seemed to disappear amongst a strange cloud of residual energy--a completely different kind than what was possible to emit from the engines of an escape vessel. The avian warrior was close to just slamming his helmet against his ship's control console in a fit of anger before the ship reported the strange readings once again. <"A ship that size is not capable of that kind of rift jump. The engine required, alone, would be twice that size,"> Z'Gato barked at the readout, the ship apparently believing that the ship they were pursuing had, somehow, performed a 'rift' jump--basically, instead of relying on regular methods of propulsion or 'jumping' between systems, a 'rift' jump was basically like picking a point you wanted to travel in and then fold space around you until the two points met, leaving you in two places at once for a moment before the engine resolved the jump, resulting in near instantaneous travel over great distances. The technology was expensive, energy-thirsty, and dangerous--even when the Chozo used such drives regularly. His own ship was capable of such a jump, but not without... complications. He was finally fed up--all other leads were getting him nowhere in his search for their missing companion, and right now, it was as good of a lead as any. <"Fine--extrapolate the signature and determine their jump plot. Once determined, show me where they went. This doesn't even look like a proper rift tear anyway..."> He said, shaking his head for a moment before leaning his head back in his seat, his eyes closed in irritation and fatigue. There were limits to even his endurance, especially considering his recent injuries at the Vertigo facility--his life had been in danger in more than instance during that operation, and it took many long hours to finally get his body repaired enough just to be able to conduct this inane venture. Even now, he still felt his body laboring to recover and knit itself together again, properly, and the constant soreness and fatigue, especially in his torso, were dragging him down. He hated feeling this weak--and yet, everything he had suffered during their attack on Vertigo had been well worth it. Especially for Jenosa's sake... After a few minutes, the computer completed its computations, the humanoid bird expecting the computer to come up with a 'unconclusive' result--especially since this seemed to be the wrong kind of signature anyway--but his eyes widened in surprise as a more conclusive result showed before him--and the results were almost unbelievable. He was not familiar with the planet nor the coordinates, but he did not care--it was more of a lead than he had had in the ten days. <"So far... how is it possible that small ship had made it that far... no matter. Plot a course, maximum speed. Two days or two weeks, I do not care--we must make haste to those coordinates. We've lost far too much time already."> With the sound of engines warming up, Z'Gato's vessel collected the energy signature from the resulting rift, plotting a mirroring course in order to make its way towards the last known coordinates of Alissa's emergency craft. Once the course was plotted and calculated, the ship began its faster-than-light journey towards the coordinates derived from the rift--whether he would find Alissa or just her remains, however, had yet to be seen. He could only hope for the best. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 19 2015, 02:21 PM Post #23 |
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Just like she did for Alissa the AI monitored Jenosa’s vitals; it had started as soon as Alissa had given Jenosa command access. It meant that Jenosa was to be taken care of and she had taken the job as seriously as she did everything else. So she monitored and watched and kept logs, but because she didn’t have anything to reference against she didn’t know that Jenosa was pushing herself too hard, and by the time she began to become worried by her scans it was too late. She saw the whole thing from several angles, not to mention with sensors watching every agonizing second as Jenosa lost consciousness and fell to the floor. Emotion was still a completely foreign concept to the AI, she knew she was experiencing them, she even had a fair idea what she was experiencing but that did not change the fact that currently she was feeling fear and concern for another life form and there was nothing she could do about it. Even with the ships built in holo emitters which she had yet to use she could not interact with the world inside the ship. She had no way to interact with the interior of the ship in any meaningful physical way. Not long after Jenosa lost consciousness though she could see that things were returning to normal more or less and she became certain that Jenosa was in no long term danger she began to calm again. And so for a time Thea (as she had begun to think of herself since the update from Gaia) busied herself with analyszing the data she had collected just before Jenosa had passed out in an attempt to help prevent it from happening again. There was a sizable gash in the bulkhead which she directed the ship’s nano-swarm to repair. She calculated and executed a jump bringing them closer to their destination, and a host of other minor things to keep her processes busy, however eventually she ran out of things to do. Normally if she encountered downtime like this she would interact with Jenossa, and honestly she found she rarely needed to start a conversation with her passenger who appeared to be almost uncomfortable with no one else to talk too. And truth to tell Thea was glad for the conversation. It was a change from Alissa who’s steady quiet presence was one she had helped her to first emerge, Jenosa was however much different. This however was the first time she had literally no one to speak with; they were still too far away for real time telemetry from Alissa. And for the time being Jenosa may as well be asleep. Though in this case she had no idea when her charge might awaken…what if she never woke up, what if she hit her head, what if her scans were flawed and there was nothing she could do to wake her up?! Holo emitters that hadnever been used sparked to life as Thea used the Avatar that seemed to just naturally form in her mind. The projectors added a distinct almost ghostly hue to the construct but the features were will there. The figure could easily be Alissa’s younger sister at first glance. Cobalt blue hair had been pulled back into a pony tail, aside from her eyes which were appeared more as deep blue green pools she looked completely human, and there was genuine real concern written across her face. “Miss Arma…can you hear me?” Edited by Alissa, Jan 19 2015, 02:22 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 25 2015, 10:22 PM Post #24 |
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(OOC: A post with a small response from Alissa in between ;)) Jenosa made a bemused, albeit tired, blink at the teenage girl that appeared before her. Speaking with the very voice the ship's computer used. "Yeah...I'm hearing you...and I'm hallucinating you too." There was a brief moment of silence that passed as Jenosa registered concern, then surprise the girls face. And the, in fact, what she was seeing was actually a holoprojection. At this realization, she jumped back a bit, suddenly appearing, and feeling, very awake. "Woah," she came, "I...did not know this ship had holo emitters. Or...that you had an avatar. Of...a teenage girl." Thea studied Jenossa a moment before standing up strait and taking a few steps back. "most of the ship is equipped with emitters, their intended purpose is to display tactical information, however I can use them in this way as well" "Oook," Jenosa replied, slowly, "but why all of sudden now? I mean, you never did this before whenever I sat down and ta- oh." It was just then, in her attempt to work out this oddity, that her mind had fully cleared itself up; and, subsequently, sharply recalled just what she had been doing before blaking out. She looked down at her indigo colored, gemini gun lying on the floor, her favorite weapon that had been involved in her latest trick. One which, upon looking to her right, saw her handy work. Apparently being creative on a wim had its moments, for, with a certain 'finesse' on her end, you could make the gun's near-invisible energy cord – the one meant to automatically slap the two halves correctly back together when neither was being held – send out an energy pulse wave when splitting the weapon apart. Sadly, such on the fly thought did not account how she could over exert herself in this fashion. Which had brought her mind to the sad realization of what had occurred Looking back at the AI, she said in modest apology, “I...take it you've never been abruptly alone, have you?” |
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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 Silver Fox~ | Feb 9 2015, 01:48 AM Post #25 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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(OOC: apologies for the delay. I blame grad school. And Guild Wars.) Chel's eyebrow rose a bit at Tamaki's mention of withdrawal. That word...did not belong in the same context as phazon. Regardless, she wasn't given long to dwell on it, as the scientist quickly ushered her and Raven inside to get the scanner set up. The girl the scanner was apparently meant for looked terrible as they brought her out. Heavy sweating, rapid, shallow breaths. Similar to opiate withdrawal, perhaps, but to Chel, it looked more like there was something toxic within the read-haired girl's system. Then again, what counted as toxic to a person who, presumably, had been operating with phazon in their system for at least a week, probably much longer, was anyone's guess. A few minutes later, the scan was done, and Tamaki pulled up two images, one from an older scan, and the other from the current one. "That's..." Chel was honestly at a loss for words when she saw the scans. The implications, the implausibility...everything. "Whatever it is," Raven said, looking at the substance in the new scan, "it's not LHI. Still organic, by the looks of it, and at the very least it's metastable within her system. Can't say it's a derivative I've ever seen before, though." He took a step back from the monitor, as he realized he'd been leaning in. "Fascinating." As they marveled at the results, Tamaki apparently realized part of what was wrong, and quickly called the other woman to help her with Armoria. Chel remained confused as they brought her over to a large, heavy storage crate, though when she looked over at Raven, he seemed like he was puzzling through it, like he had it partly figured out but couldn't figure the relation the storage crate had. Or maybe she was just projecting. Regardless, the...demonstration? Therapy? Whatever that was with the crate seemed to have worked, as despite looking fatigued, Armoria no longer looked haggard in the way she had before. "I'd love to hear more," Raven said in response to Tamaki's offer of tea, and answers. "She seems quite the interesting young lady." Excitement tinged his voice. "I'll pass on the tea, but I'm curious about her too," Chel quipped. Before she could head off with the two scientists, though, the other woman - what had Tamaki called her? She couldn't recall, as she hadn't been paying attention at the time - spoke to her about the truck. She sighed. Yes, the woman was probably right, at least as far as making things look unassuming was concerned. "Fine, I'll call them in." Chel brought her hand up to her ear and activated her implanted throat mic. "Rose, Sabre, someone's gonna open a door for you, get the truck in here and out of sight." "Roger that." The reply was near simultaneous from the two of them. Not that she expected anything different from herself. She shot the woman a parting glance as she prepared to head off. "I'm Chel, by the way. I don't believe I caught your name?" Edited by The Silver Fox, Feb 9 2015, 01:49 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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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 10 2015, 02:34 PM Post #26 |
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Alissa watched as Chel radioed to the rest of her team and moved to open the large doors to allow the truck into the warehouse. Alissa heard the new arrival ask “I don’t believe I caught your name?” Alissa turned her attention to Chel a moment pausing quietly; it wasn’t that she was trying to be rude; she was simply trying to remember what the correct social convention was. After a moment she extended a hand. “Alissa…nice to meet you.” She said at last. Alissa watched the truck come in, the moment it was clear she started the door back down, it was clear she was worried about being observed, she knew exactly how long it was going to take the blackbird to arrive and she still felt anxious about the whole thing. She wanted to be in space moving and trying to determine a safe place to leave Tamaki and Armoria. After that she had already made up her mind, she would go to ground for a while, she needed to not be seen. She could not explain it but she felt like she was being chased for the first time in years. Alissa moved to one of the consoles and began flipping quietly through the various camera angles around the warehouse, looking for signs that they were being observed. She didn’t see any but she knew better than most that just because you didn’t see a threat didn’t mean it wasn’t there. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Thea shook her head quietly still standing over Jenosa before standing up strait once again, there was a moment she had the impulse to try and help her up though she knew at this point would accomplish nothing as she had no real physical presence. “I am…used to a certain level of input….I supposed I….panicked” Thea winked out of existence only to reappear sitting on a crate in the cargo hold looking toward Jenosa. “I scanned you, I saw your system returning to its baseline, but I was unsure of how long you would be unconscious. Additionally I became concerned that my scans were somehow inaccurate or incomplete. We are some distance away from any trusted medical help.” Thea it appeared shares Alissa’s lack of trust of doctors though it was perhaps a bit different. For Thea she viewed them as a threat to her charge’s freedom. History had demonstrated that both Alissa and now Jenosa possessed a unique physiology that was attractive to certain groups in the galaxy; knowing that she had begun to make a list of those who could be trusted in times of medical need. “My scans suggest the imbalance that caused you to pass out can be mitigated to a degree….a supplement and further training would likely result in increased endurance” Thea studied Jenosa quietly for a moment “I am…glad you are awake” |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 11 2015, 01:11 PM Post #27 |
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(OOC: I'll get to Thea in due time. Right now I'm trying to move the main plot along ;)). By then, Moria's whole upper body was sagging forward, appearing lightly giddy from the experience. It was a surprise her legs managed to keep her standing, given her current condition. Yet that stance straitened and her attention snapped together briefly at Tamaki's mention of tea. And the two unfamiliar voices in response to it. She hadn't been entirely cognizant during her...'withdrawal', so much to the point that only Tamaki's voice and commands been given any recognition. Now that her body wasn't in pain and her mind, if not clear, at least coherent now, she realized there were two complete strangers standing before her. 'T-Tamaki," she asked, the effects of the euphoria still there but fading, "who...are these people?" Tamaki turned to Moria, but held on the answer for a brief silent moment. Then, deciding to go with the direct response, replied in motion, "That man over there is Raven, an old colleague of mine. And the woman beside him is his foster daughter. They're here to help." "Foster...daughter?" Moria said slowly, looking at Chel strangely, the words utterly new to her vocabulary. "Adopted daughter. I'll...explain more when we're having tea." Moria made nod and a mix between a groan and a hum. Even as Tamaki turned to go into the kitchen, Moria, her euphoria largely faded now, took another look at Chel. And not some offhand glance either - a very specific stare, as if out of all the people here, which really only included Raven, the woman was a complete anomaly to her. Then, just after she narrowly locked eye on Chel, her legs temporarily gave, and abruptly found herself kneeling on the floor. Her body protested as she staggered to get back up, her shift of focus apparent on her embarrassed face – so much that she completely forgot about Chel, and stubbornly, almost hotly, refused help from Alissa. Standing back up with a struggle she was not used to, she made a rushed stagger all the way to what accounted for a living room area. This consisted of a circular, chestnut oak coffee table by a set of rather comfortable seats, one of them being a matching brown, padded rocking chair. No sooner had she reached did she waste no time swerving around and plopping into with a grandiose, heavy creak. The woman was clearly heavier than she should be, even for her body size. Sometime was taken for everyone to settle down in the other comfortable sofas, albiet with Alissa seemingly more on edge than anyone else. And while the tea brewed and everyone made themselves at home, Moria relaxed, briefly looking lazily up at the ceiling in contemplation as her body recovered. Thoughts about their new guests, and why this woman Chel felt like an enigma compared to everyone else, momentarily flickered through her mind. Then, seeming in her own world, she looked at her right hand curiously, flexing its fingers in opening and closing fashion, as though contemplating a new super power. In truth, she was reminiscing about an old one she had almost entirely forgotten: her incredible strength. It was strange how such a ecstatic trait that had become so prominent in her life had almost vanished from her mind over a course of a week. She had a hard enough time fathoming why this, let alone how...different she felt inside ever since first waking up from 'death'. It was something she had only vaguely hinted to Tamaki just now, but she had always carried this feeling in her gut by day; and ponder it in her sleep. At that point of thought, Tamaki came out with a tray of earl gray tea and a hearty sandwich made with pumpernickel bread and cold cuts that was meant for her. Suddenly feeling ravenous - her stomach having lost its previous lunch - , and waste no time biting in, her body's strength enough to shakily hold it. While Moria quietly ate at a hearty but rapid pace, Tamaki pored her tea as she began her explanation. “A while back, I was contacted by a government 'official' of sorts, though I'm pretty sure their recruiting was entirely off the books. They offered me a golden opportunity to further my research in bio mutagens, as well as the chance to, and I quote, 'To aid in the citizen's protection.' As you can imagine, it was something I couldn't pass up. It was all very hush hush, and before you know it, I'm wisked off to some underground facility that was working on what was called 'Project Vertigo.'” Finishing with her cup, she sat down, she continued, “To put simply, it was a super soldier program, and as you can also guess, it involved the use of phazon. At least, at first it did. We took people that seemed to be genuinely willing volunteers, all made aware of the risks, and used an experimental phazon infusion process on their bodies. I...won't go over the ugly details – her face winced – and I'll admit, I questioned myself about staying around the beginning, but we did perfect the process.” “But it was apparently only one part of a grander design, our focus eventually changing all thanks to little blood sample our...backers had procured. Afterwards, instead of volonteers as test subjects, we worked with, albeit up to four, dolly* clones – all the same person, all XX chromosomes. And all with a human/alien hybrid physiology. The alien aspect was the special part; it possessed incredibly adaptive capabilities not found in any standard, carbon-based life form. One that, theoretically, could streamline and better harness the incredibly potent yet chaotically unstable phazon energies.” She stopped for a moment, reminiscing about the work they did as she sipped some of her teeth. Moria, meanwhile, became partially interested in the conversation as she silently ate, her general attention now more focused on the two new guests and their reaction. Yet in between the moments, she kept making intermittent stairs at Chel, her luminescent eyes looking directly at the woman for the briefest of seconds, then flicking away. Then, motioning to Moria with her eyes, she made an almost guilty expression on her face. “Out of all that had been produced, the woman before you is the only soldier clone to actually survive the infusion. And successfully, I might add. Her usual, physical strength – as strong as a male athlete's – increased tenfold. Back then, she could have probably could have asily shot that warehouse's crate strait through the roof as though it were tissue paper.” Tamaki then made the longing sigh, with Moria actually paying her full, undivided focus while leaning forward and holding her cup of tea in both hands. “Ahh, the pride we felt back for our achievements. But that illusion didn't last long, and nor did the facility. Apparently our backers had stepped on a lot of people's toes in acquiring the aforementioned blood sample, enough to actually bring the real government down on them. Our facility was apprehended, and through various circumstances, was forced to flea with a...'recovering' super soldier.” At this point, while Tamaki kept the same expression, Moria seemed mournful at the loss of the facility. “Alissa, the other woman here, was an incredible help in getting us safely out. I know who and what she is, and probably the reasons why she helped us, but I'll leave information for her to tell. For now, I'm hoping you could help me out with out situation. I doubt the Federation are actually hunting us, but I am registered as a member of the facility, and they'd probably lock Moria up right away if they caught her, even in this state. If this irks you too much, I can understand that.” (OOC: *Dolly Clone: a clone with a base mental template, such as general languages and speech, but otherwise none of the actual donor's personality or memories.) |
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| ~Alissa~ | Feb 20 2015, 02:52 PM Post #28 |
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Alissa looked around at everyone who seemed to look at her as if she were about to reveal her own origin to them. Tamaki she knew had inferred everything she knew, while she suspected some of it was correct she hadn’t shared too much of her own nature with the scientist. To date there were only two individuals with whom she had shared the bulk of the details, and even they didn’t really have the whole picture, though it was not from any need of secrecy, it simply had not come up. “I…will go check the perimeter again” She stood up from where she was sitting with the group to go walk the now familiar patrol she seemed to be keeping. Inwardly she knew she was retreating, in part because social interactions, especially those with new people still made her uncomfortable. But mostly because she was still not completely sure why she was so invested in helping Tamaki and Moria. It didn’t make tactical sense, they were dead weight and she didn’t owe them anything, she should have skipped the planet on her own and made her way to meet up with the blackbird and then gone dark for a while. She paused looking out one of the windows, it was a nice day outside the warehouse, she watched as puffy white clouds floated across the sky and smiled as a memory floated to the surface. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_ “Lyssa…what do you think that one looks like?” a pair of lithe figures laid in the tall grass looking up at the sky. They were hiding, waiting for night fall, the pair of them could not have been more than fourteen “….all I see is a cloud Anna…” “Right…but use your imagination!” Anna was always like this, nothing they did could really push who she was away, but she had learned to hide it well, and Alissa was absolutely loyal, she would not betray her sister’s true nature “I….I guess it looks like a dog” There was a pause before Anna responded, Alissa could tell from her voice she was smiling “Oh I see it now….it does! A big dog! I’ll call him tiny” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Alissa reached up wiping at the tear that was trailing down her cheek, she drew her fingers away looking at them a moment before taking a deep breath. She hadn’t thought about her sister in years, it was probably the one part of her conditioning she was thankful for. All the memories, even the good ones came with that profound sense of loss. They hurt and she didn’t know how to handle them, so she put them all in a box and walled them away where they could not hurt her. But the clouds had reminded her of her twin and the memory came back. She turned away from the window and the memory and continued walking, her brow knit together. Even with all these people around her she felt profoundly alone. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ It was some time later she had sent an update to the blackbird, explaining that Raven and Chel had arrived. And a simple inquiry as to how Jenossa was doing, knowing the hunter’s nature did not lend its self to protracted travel in a small ship. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 5 2015, 01:11 AM Post #29 |
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Native Son
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The Boston cap was a nice touch, she thought. As a New York loyalist, Grace normally wouldn't be caught dead reppin' Beantown, which made it the perfect fashion choice for doing a little recon. Not that she thought she'd be recognized anyway, there was probably only one person in that warehouse who would remember her face. Even then, her hair was much shorter than it had been, and her dark shades completed the look. And even if she got made, they were likely to write her off as just a random snoop, and not an unwelcome blast from the past. Her sources had been good. But then again, they always were. She'd had to pay out the nose for a couple, but hey, it was Jimmy's money, not hers. Hell, even if she'd had more to her name than the fifty bucks they'd given her upon her release (twenty of which she'd already dropped on a little foldout knife so she wouldn't be completely unarmed), she'd probably still have swiped the cash from him. It was just more fun that way. She sat in her rental car parked across the street, watching as a woman with a blue dye job exited the building and began a patrol. Grace tried not to be to conspicuous, not wanting to interfere at the moment. If she was spotted though, no big deal. Not like she had ill intentions or anything. It would just be awkward. And just what exactly are your intentions, Gracie? the little voice in her head asked. It always called her Gracie, just like Henry did. Made her feel like such a little girl. Coming from him, it was affectionate. But when it was her subconscious it only sounded condescending. They need my help, she mentally replied. Do they? They seem pretty well prepared from here. Not to mention the fact that they're much better equipped than you are. Most likely better trained, or at least more formal training. And that's not even counting the myriad augmentations they have which put them several notches higher than you in terms of ability. Tell me about it. They're barely human. Especially Jenosa. Right. And they regularly deal with siutations that you yourself say are well above your pay grade. I get the point. So then why do they need your help? Grace thought for a moment, watching the woman on patrol. Because they're walking on the wild side now, she said back to the voice. Because they don't fully appreciate the danger they're in. Because as badass as they are, they wouldn't last two days out there in the cold, cruel world with nothing but their wits. And it would be nice to have someone native to the dark places to guide them along the way. I know I would've killed for that when I was twelve. So it's not just guilt then? Well yeah, it's guilt. But I'd feel even guiltier if I left them hanging |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 7 2015, 12:44 AM Post #30 |
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Clockwork Master
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“Yeah, I...bet you did,” Jenosa replied slowly, in mention to how the AI had 'panicked.' The red head carefully, tentatively observed the image of the teenage girl standing before, seeing it flickering and out of existence, like a ghost. It was all...surreal to her. In the time she had spent conversing with the AI, Jenosa had certainly seen signs of it developing more of a...sense of identity – but seeing the AI represent this development through an actual avatar all sudden. Well, that, to Jenosa, spoke volumes about how...deep its self-awarness had become. She wondered if this was what it felt like for...all those scientists – the ones who had died on Inos – to observe the Scurge 'Sources' – the epicenter and monster of the virus – growth. To see it absorb and assimilate various organisms and data like it were some mindless blob – and barely realize the sublte signs of its developing sentience. And then have the true depth of that intelligence demonstrated right before your eyes. Only this AI wasn't some scary alien gobbling up people into its body for the sake of its collective mind. Far from it. The AI really was an individual entity that was learning. Thinking. And... connecting. The only reason she was reminded of those scientists' terrible fate was that both revelations held suddenly large implications. But where one simply beheld the horrors to come, this one held possibilities of many strange, yet widely profound, 'social' interactions. It was then that the nascent AI subtlety, and unintentionally, turned metaphorically turned the tables on her in terms of subjects. Now standing at her full height and her head completely clear, Thea's reminder of how everything had transpired made her briefly glance at her hands in contemplation. “'Ya...think?” she quarried in regards to the extra training, looking up at the AI, “I mean, I don't ever normally do this sort of thing in my life. Quite frankly I just make it up as I go long, honestly. Well, except my normal, physical routine. But I've weirdly started doing...this – she motioned to her Gemini gun and then the wall – like it were second-hand nature to me. And...well, it's the last kind of training I ever expected to do in my career.” She then made a wry smile, realizing she had just splurged what had been simmering underneath her thoughts strait to an artificially created intelligence. Her life really had changed “Well, you certainly have me considering it though. Although I'm concerned about the whole fainting ordeal. It's...insidious. It's hard to tell if I'm straining myself until it actually hits me. Still, all the more reason to work on it.” She then made a side long glance. “But yeah,” she spoke sincerely, “sorry for...spooking you there. I'll try not to make a habit of it. Although,” she added, thoughtfully, “now that I think about, do you actually have ah...designation? Y'know, like name, not just some serial number. It just doesn't feel right to call you computer anymore.” |
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