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| +CEMP+ | Nov 25 2015, 12:52 PM Post #71 |
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(OOC: Warning, monster plot mover post) Jenosa snorted and rolled her eyes at Grace's comment. Yes, of course she remembered Jimmy Vega. How could she forget the arms dealer and his unruly habits and homestead. The guy was practically a pimp, albeit recently paranoid, last she checked. Having a junior version of him...well, she needn't bother imaging how that would turn out. Or how Grace would raise kid for that matter. She presumed the woman was 'alright' with this scenario, given that abortion was an option, but then again, she had no idea where Grace's values lied. Regardless, though, she knew the woman was going to be in a lot of stress. Heck, Jenosa could already tell tales signs of unease, specificly the switch from Grace's knife to lighter. That certainly had her eye for a moment - after all, she had not entirely forgotten the previous stabbing, and was still watchful to a degree despite her lighter attitude. Nonetheless, she suspected it was just because Grace was just generally nervous, given her current background. Honestly, if it wasn't for that and past events, she really would have immediately warmed up to her presence. As was, she still held an occaisonally watchful eye; as well as a subtle, wary stance towards Grace even when her face held a wicked, sympathetic mirth. "Elizabeth?" Jenosa said, with a raised eyebrow, "assuming you know its a girl, then by all means, that sounds about right to me." Jenosa relaxed a little, leaning her back against the ship's bulkhead, and passed a hand through her hair. "If it was a boy, I think I'd name mine- she thought for a moment -Ryanchez. Ryan for short. But honestly," she added, with a laugh, "I think having a kid would destroy my life. Can't imagine how I'd go about with my life style, let alone who my love life would be." Whistfully, she yanked her pony tail, while pulling out its braid, letting her long, fiery, hair cascade freely down her back. There was no mistake she seemed to be oddly enjoying this conversation, given that she often played with her hair in such nonchalant manner when the mood suited her. "I mean, Travis does come to mind," she said, twirling a finger through her hair, "and he is handsome, nice and all, but he isn't my type, honestly. He's has too much of a hard face too often. Like he can't figure out proper, social convention. Speaking of which, did you know that Vega actually sent me a pretty dress because he thought I'd look good for Travis in it? Now Travis's gone off to who know's where, and I have no idea when I'll put it on; which is a shame, 'cuz I actually like it." It wasn't long after that question that Jenosa glanced towards her 'sister' - she was still having a hard time calling her that, but 'clone' or, worse, 'daughter', did not sit well with her. So she opted for 'sister' instead. And she could see that the woman was in pure bliss. Or to be more accurate, adult girl. It was as if whatever conditioning this had on had finally become totally unhinged, and standing before was a teenager – taught to be J.I. Jane - in an adult body. The transformation was shocking. And she dare say, cute. Chances were, Jenosa thought, this 'teenager' had never tasted anything but your standard protein and vitamin suppliments. Which was, in fact, the truth. Moria really had never tasted anything this...exquisite in her time training. Orders and routines had been her life, with one routine being an incredibly strict diet. One that certainly helped give her the current physique, but otherwise had a bland taste. She never complained, of course, because she never had the reference of anything else other than 'bland' to even know that it was even bland to begin with. All of that changed when they had escaped the facility. Tamaki bying anything from the local stores at hand, Moria's tastebuds had become exposed to the larger spectrum of flavor, from fruit to cold-cut sandwitchs. All of which sparked something new in her synapse that hadn't be there before. Tiny impulses of flavor and preferences – the niggling thought of wanting something more than another, without anyone ever actually to. Or any logical reason for it It was a percularity thing Moria quietly reflected on from to time – like how she prefered wearing red clothing than any other color. She couldn't understand why, only that the impulse hung there in her mind. Like so many others to that just jump into her mind as time went on. Small, completely harmless and so inconsequental, as if they weren't really worth bother Tamaki over. And she never did. It was strange, but often, very easily forgotten in a day's larger event. Only at night, when about to sleep, did she ponder this; albeit with just a brief look at her hands, as they were so vague and small to begin with. But now...sweets had been put on the menu. Those little impulses became a swirl of fireworks running through her mind and body. She thought little about the 'why', only that an urge in demanded her to have more. To feel more of that euphoria rush across her thought with every spoonful she took. And before she knew, her cup was almost completely empty – with her mouth stuffed trying to lick the last vestiges of the ice cream Amidst the act, her eyes glanced at Jenosa, who blinked at her. And then burst out in uncontrollable laughter. “What?” Moria asked, quietly, finally removing the cup from her face. Jenosa snickered, “Nothing, just – here- and gave Moria some wet wipes -your face is covered in chocolate.” Moria, feeling how uncomfortably icky face had gotten, took the wipes, and began cleaning herself up. “I don't understand,” she asked, “what was it that – that made you laugh.” “You wouldn't understand,” Jenosa said, still making light giggles, “just...don't do that in public. Or do it ever.” Moria made a frustrated grumble, but let it at that. The laughter largely out of her system, Jenosa bent down and offered her hand. “So, overall, feeling better?” Moria blinked, at first not comprehending the context of Jenosa's words, and still annoyed with the lack of a previous explaination. But then recent shock her body and mind had gone through came back to her. The experience that had suddenly plummetted at a terrifying, uncontrollable speed; and as quickly as it had ended, Jenosa's presence had made her feel tiny and insignificant. As is she had shrunk. Now, however, while some uncertainty lingered, at this moment she found herself relaxed, at ease despite standing before her progenitor. “Yes,” she replied, with certainty, “Yes I do.” “Good,” Jenosa said, smiling. And then, noticing a small flicker of lingering uncertainty, her smile broadened. “Because from now on you're going to treat me like your big sister. But if you're not sure by what I mean, then just treat me like your commanding officer.” At this, Moria did a double take. “W-What!?” she blurted, “but – but I can't. I'm not supposed to be taking orders anymore.” Jenosa rolled her eyes and let out a huff, “Then whoever you listened to as your teacher. Whoever taught you your combat mojo.” Moria furrowed her brow as she thought briefly, with her quickly becoming elated afterwards as host of memories came back to her. “My combat mentor! “Yeah, except not entirely involving combat. More like showing you the ropes of life and such,” Jenosa said, waving her hands about, “it's not a completely accurate analogy of our relationship, but- “No, I understand,” Moria stated with complete resolution in her voice. Now it was Jenosa's turn to blink. “Really?” “Yes,” Moria confirmed, sudden eagerness in her voice, as if everything had suddenly become clear to her now. “Um, alrighty then, I'll guess we'll see if you really do. C'mon, let's get accommodated to this new ship of ours.” Moria nodded, “Just one question. Do you...have anymore of that...food you gave me?” Jenosa snorted, “Ok, first lesson of the day: desserts are not a diet.” ------------------ The ship that Olympus operatives like Alissa used were designed for the 'comfort' of two. Four was pushing it, but a little improvisation made it bearable for the time of the short trip. For the most part, sleeping quarters was the biggest concern, since there were only two small rooms for active sleep, and they had to be divided up equally between the five people on the ship (Chel and another had come along come along for the ride). Ideally, Jenosa would have liked her own private quarters, but with Grace on board, she ironically thought it best for the woman share her room. Part of it was because she did like the woman's company, but there was still the matter of trust - and she actually disliked the idea of leaving her with Moria of all people. Hence, she went with “Keep your friends close, keep your frienemies closer.” For the most part, she left Grace with the lingering threat that if she were found dead in her bead, there be another one very quickly. All of which just she made a typical cheery, ho-hum to. As for Moria, Jenosa was actually gradually warming up to the idea of a big sister role model more and more. She could see the way the woman (adult girl) looked up with this kind of unconditional admiration, which took her by mild surprise. They barely knew each other, but Jenosa guess she had some kind of effect on her. At worse, she had expected Moria to be a quiet drone hanging out in the backround until commanded to do something else, but it was rather the complete opposite. She was...inquisitive, sometimes even antsy, albeit talking with simpled worded questions and fidgety behavior. In fact, Jenosa made the quick action of giving something for Moria to do, less the 'big girl' go bonkers in this cramped space. And Moria seemed quite at home in doing a weapons inspections while Jenosa was busy doing other things. She had personally told Zypher – yes, with a little clever talk, she had given the ship's A.I a name on the spot – to give her clarification when needed. Otherwise, there wasn't a whole lot do on the ship, since Zypher piloted it well enough, leaving everyone else to mil about while they followed Alissa while in cloak. At most, idle chit chat was the most they could do, at least for the duration of the 'day.' However, it was during dinner that she discovered just why Moria seemed to have such amicable attitude towards her “I just want it to be clear between you and me,” she stated, in between bites, “that this isn't normally how blood sisters start off.” Moria nodded solemnly, “I know. I am...a clone of you. Not a progine of the same parents.” “Clone, freak accident, whatever. You're still my flesh and blood, but under most circumstance, I probably wouldn't be this chummy towards you.” Moria blinked, “Pardon?” Jenosa sighed, “It's...hard to explain. Normally sisters grow up together with very little age difference, sharing experiences together and forging an emotional bond. That, in a way, is what really makes them family, beyond us having the same genes. You and me...never grew up together. And to be” “And you've experienced this..'bond' before?” “A genuine sibling-to-sibling relationship? Not really,” Jenosa said, longingly, “I've always imagined of having of having one, though. Someone to tease and laugh with as I grew to adulthood. You and me...never did. You just uped and popped into my life withou any warning at all.” Moria's brow furrowed in confusion, “If we've never shared this bond as we described, then why...” “Do I call you little 'sis?” Jenosa finished, smirking lightly, “because I can't think of anything else to call you. And...because of the literal empathy bond we shared back in the facility.” Jenosa was a silent for a moment before she continued, “I was caught completely off guard when we met face-to-face, even though I had already been told what had been made. To be frank, the initial impression I got from you...scared the bajeesus out of me.” “What?” Moria said, surprised, “r-really?” Jenosa nodded, “Your physical appearance plus the empathy bond really did make me shiver, even if I didn't show it. And the honest truth was...I thought I'd seen myself, but as someone who I could never work up to be. A soldier that was dedicated and driven by this ideal.” “You...wanted to be a soldier?” Moria asked. Jenosa nodded, “If only briefly. A passing fancy really. Work hard, get into some adrenaline rushing action and a great physic. But...I'm a wonderer, not a follower. I go where the wind blows.” Moria was a silent for a moment before saying, “I – I look at and its the same for me. You stand tall, and strong. Independant. Like...you really know where you going, but at the same time, don't. And – and you don't give a damn where you end or what you face.” Jenosa laughed, tossing her head back, “Yeah, that's me. Although that's not always turned out as nice as I'd like it to. Still...” she sighed, “it's been a good run. Tumultuous, yet good. As they finished they supper, Moria found herself making a wry, spunky smirk. “If you really don't give a damn about facing me in, say, hand-to-hand combat after this?” Jenosa cracked an equal smile, “Well, I suppose I could indulge you for a while. Just no face punching. Or hair pulling. Got it?” From there, Jenosa showed just the kind of things she had learned from Alissa, with Moria eager than ever to learn as well as an challenge a harder opponent. And by the end, while both women went to sleep with sastisfaction, Moria did so with the pain of bruises aching all over her body. Being outclassed led to...temptations of disobeying the latter rule set down by her sister. Which the led the older sibling teach her a brutal lesson not to. One that only made Moria painfully say, “Worth it!” At which point, Jenosa called her a 'masochist,' and called it a day. Yet the in, neither needed to say words about the kind of bonding experience this had been. Only that Moria's admiration for her sister grew tenfold, and that Jenosa smiled internally, knowing it. ------------------- By the beginning of the next day, the group had already reached their destination. Or rather, their destination had reached them. They had only made between their last planet and the next one in the solar system when an unidentified, tight beam transmission had been sent them, telling them to, “We're here. Don't be surprised.” The transmission had been sent with a encoding that Thea would recognize, and barely before she had time to respond, a ship between the size of a entrepid and galaxy class ship decloaked before them. It was an impressive site, and while not appearing to be any sort of battle cruiser armed to the teeth, it's design looked fairly state-of-the-art. There was a quick acknowledgment that one of its hanger was open and prepped for docking if they so decided to chose. There seemed to be little hostile intent, but there was still caution all about as they made their way in. Once inside and stabilized, the large ship immediately jumped to a random, remote location within the sector, and recloaked. Inside the hanger, waiting to greet everyone, were four human people. Two looked to be engineers of sorts, with one being a short, mousy brunette and the other slightly taller than her, but with a thick build and dark brown hair. And a grumbling face that did not go amiss despite how close these two seemed to be together. The other two were dressed more primly, with one being a blond, tall woman in a captain's uniform, and the other, a wiry man, wearing a brown trimmed suit and a set of shades. And appearing very much in his fifties, given how his short, black hair was speckled with gray. It was this person who walked from the rest to great the new comers, and with a certain pomp and energy in his voice. There was a even a certain swagger as he approached them. “Hello everyone, and welcome aboard the Galapogos,” he greeted, making a curious bow and speaking with a joyous, but not over tone. “My name is Beggie Golong, and I am the defacto man of the recently reformed Albanoid Faction, the covert group responsible providing those havens of rest you found in the city.” Out of the entire group, Jenosa's eyes widened in recognition, “Beggie!?” “Yes, hello Jenosa,” he said, with a wave, “it's been a while, hasn't?” Moria moved to her sister's side, “You know him?” “Yeah,” Jenosa said, warily, “he...helped me when a certain...virus in me was no longer dormant.” She turned back to Beggie, and leered at him, “You wouldn't happen to be related to a certain, creepy nutcase scientist who, I'd like to say, asked in a recording to say 'hi' for you.” Beggie let out a frustrated grumble, and rolled his face, “Yes, Oujair. My half-brother. Please don't lump me together with whatever ambiguous suggestions he give people. We're really not working some manipulative, clandestine chess game.” “I find that hard to believe given how his little prods got me into this situation to begin with,” Jenosa said, suspiscious. “Beggie,” came the stern voice of the woman in the captain's uniform, “perhaps I should do the rest of the talking.” “No no, Bernadette,” Beggie replied, stubbornly, “I need resolve the mess my half-brother set into motion. Otherwise people will pining on some cosmic, grand scheme for what's happened before.” “Alright, but expect me to not step in if I need to.” Beggie made a huff, turned back to the rest of the group, and slipped off and pocketed his shades. There was nothing alien or strange about his bright, blue eyes. In fact, they seemed to a hold this emphatic, wizened sadness to them, like a sage having seen too much of what ignorance wrought. They turned strait towards Alissa, and, fishing in one of his pant pockets, held out, in kindly fashion, a data chip. “I'm all too well aware of the suspicion you all have of us, and that you, Alissa are the likely to be the most suspiscious of all. I understand that, given where you ran from. But it's that very same place this message- he motioned the chip -has come from. A message from a unknown benefactor that has allowed us to rescue many like you from the clutches of Olympus tech, and give them safe asylum within this ship. Who, I would to add, is asking for our help. And yours.” “Scan it for viruses if you must. We have little knowledge on what the entirety of the message is, only that it is a plea for help, , and encrypted for only you to read.” |
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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~ | Nov 25 2015, 02:53 PM Post #72 |
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Her ship was full of people; that was bad enough but they were all strangers too her. And worse still, two of them were scientists. The circle of people who knew how deeply Alissa’s mistrust of scientists went was very small. Travis and Jenosa had a hint at its roots. And really it wasn’t mistrust, it was fear. Alissa carried a deep seeded animal fear of scientists that had its origins in her earliest memories. Alissa was an experiment, a prototype, and as such had suffered at the hand of scientists. She hid it well though; the same way she hid most all of her emotions, with that cool mask of the emotionless operative. It was far from the truth however, but no one on the ship knew her well enough to know what was boiling under the surface. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- “Why do you do that?” Asked Anna, the girls sat together on a roof top looking across the way toward the building in which their target was located “Do what?” Alissa replied not taking her eyes off their objective “Pretend to be all cold, like you don’t feel anything” her twin provided, they were 15 it hadn’t been too long since their red test. Alissa was quiet for a long time “I…..” she sighed glancing toward her sister who was still intently watching their target “it hurts, if I let myself feel it…” she said at last Anna was quiet for a long while “Thank you….for…….” she didn’t finish it, she didn’t have too, there was only one thing she could have been speaking of, and Alissa didn’t need to reply. “Oh! I made you a new cypher….it’s on your terminal back at the base” Anna said changing the subject to something else, it was something of a game the sister’s played, passing notes over the network using increasingly complicated encryption. Once the OT team had figured out it was a harmless game they had stopped paying attention for a while, now they could not crack the codes fast enough. The news of the new code made Alissa smile a bit before her mask returned “there he is…..” their target had just arrived… Alissa would replay this mission over in her head for years after it happened, later in life it would be one of the nightmares that haunted her. This was the mission where she lost her sister, this was when Anna died. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Smith stared down at a chess board quietly surveying the pieces still in play with quiet focus. His opponent sat across from him her lets pulled and crossed on the chair watching her opponent silently with nearly colorless eyes. Anna was a tricky opponent, her apparent youth aside Achillies subjects were trained to think in layers, multiples moves, and counter moves, traps, and feints….I chess game that never ended. Already he had found himself drawn into several traps just in time to avoid them…he was starting to think that he had not avoided anything. He reached up and moved a knight. Anna reached up and slid a bishop across the board without any apparent thought. “You and Alissa used to pass notes across the network” Smith mentioned quietly “what did you talk about?” “You don’t know?” Anna asked sardonically “I could find out…” Smith conceded as he considered his next move “so why are you evading?” Anna looked across the table with an expression only a teenager could really pull off “stuff about training, jokes” she said at last shrugging “It was all to help Alissa get better with code breaking…I was better than she was.” Smith nodded at last, it tracked with what he knew of the messages. “Have you passed her notes since then?” Anna looked toward Smith quietly a long moment, it was a common theme in his questions. “I have been in stasis…I don’t even know where she is…” Anna said quietly, they both knew neither of those things were actual barriers to her sending a message to her sister if she really wanted too “Would you like too?” Smith asked his eyes intent on Anna, The girl’s face was a study of noninterest, the mask, he knew the neutral expression well though, he might not know what she was thinking or feeling, but he knew he had her attention “We found her, sent an operative to collect her and bring her in.” he reached forward sliding his queen across the table “check” it was the closest to winning he had come since they started playing. Anna stared at the table quietly for a long moment, presumably contemplating a move, but she had planned this move hours ago. “You haven’t caught her though, even if you did you would not let me see her.” She said quietly she reached forward pushing a pawn forward to block the queen “checkmate” she said standing from her seat and moving toward the door “I’m doing to the gym….” She said in a board leaving Smith staring in shock at the trap he had been lured into. By the time he noticed the other trap Anna was gone to the gym for a run. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Alissa strolled of her ship with her other guests and listened as they were welcomed by their mysterious benefactors. That Jenosa seemed to know the man in charge eased her nerves the smallest amount. She had ditched the fake piercings that she had adopted as part of her disguise on the planet they just left but had elected to keep her hair blue, she liked it, though she could not say why. Alissa listened to everything up to the moment when he explained the had a message for her, her blood ran cold. Someone inside the Coalition had sent her a message through these people? Someone friendly? That seemed highly unlikely to her, she didn’t have friends in that place. But there was a message from that place here, for her, encrypted for her eyes only. She reached out tentatively and took the chip looking at it quietly. Who at Olympus would want or need her help, and who would she be willing to help. “They asked for me….by name?” Alissa asked looking from the chip toward Beggie before looking back at the chip in her hand a moment, she closed her hand on the chip. “Before I check this….there is a prisoner on my ship in the Stasis pod” Later, after her ship had been cleared, Alissa retreated to see what the message said, hours later it might become clear that someone might need to check on Alissa, as she had been cloistered away without a word since leaving the take in the message. |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 27 2015, 09:15 PM Post #73 |
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(OOC: This post is more of a quick response to Alissa) As the Galactic Federation troops cleared out the Project Vertigo facility, various things were uncovered that came to attention. Chiefly speaking, a small object of interest that turned out to be for Jenosa. Scruinty revealed it was a holorecorder and projector in one, its mechanisms locked and key to a specific bio-print: Jenosa. There was no note or hint of who left it. Only that it was just found lying in the officer of one Oujair Golong, found in his desk with lable written, “Private conversation.” It didn't need to said that seeing this come out of nowhere made Jenosa shiver, and specificlyu activated this device in her own privacy within the Black Bird. She had even told Thea, who hadn't actualized just yet, to let only her vitals be monitored. Still in her suit, she tentatively keyed the device, easily reading past the suit's layers. Coming to life, she set the device on the floor, sitting on the bet as the system initialized. A square window of life the size of a personal computer screen lit up in mid-air, and in it, the face of Oujair Golong. Immediately, Jenosa felt her entire body tense and freeze up with the familiarity of the face. She hadn't even known his name, and yet...something about the way he smiled made her spine shiver. And he seemed know it, too. “Hello, Ms. Arma. Bounty hunter XC483,” he greeted in a calm, but creepy voice, “I see we've finally come full circle here. Of course, it's always possible you may not remember me, as we met briefly, but...well, I tend to have that face.” Jenosa gritted her teeth, and muttered, “What do you want?” She knew full well it was a recording, but still... Golong seemed to almost acknowladge. As if...he knew what you were going to say just based off what he said. And, as he steepled his hands with a chesire-cat grin, he almost seemed to. “I...would like to congratulate you. Few woman have the privilage to become what you are now, today, with such semblence of body, mind and abilities as yours. Oh yes. Let alone an actual choice in the matter.” “I didn't choose this, you psycho,” she spat. Oujair paused in his speech, and then said, “Well, not actively of course. Not with awarness. Not with the idea that a past choice in your life would bring you to this very point in time. Nobody can trully do that, of course, although I like to think I see the blurs of cause and effect better than others. Regardless, even when the signs were there, even with those niggling warnings that you should have listened, you still choose to take that job on Inos. And now, through all existential crises, here you are, those choice having unwittingly led you to becoming...unique.” “Although,” he said, after brief pause, giving a moment to let Jenosa's face become beat red, “I'd like to thing helped too; all with that simple nudge and suggestion I a gave you and Commander Kozan. I would say you should be thankful, but I doubt you'd feel that. So, instead, like I am now with the fuits of my own labor, take pride with what you've become.” The messae ended. And with every fiber of her being that had been coaxed to life and imbued with her personality – with it all now completely unnerved by the man's mere words – Jenosa screamed in rage. Complete, undulated fury flared within gautnlets, and with all the energy she could muster in a single palm, lashed out at the device. The recorder was almost entirely vaporized, with only tiny piece left smoking. Then, as quickly as it had come, her rage became a sick, disgusting feeling roiling inside her gut. She felt like throwing up. She really did. She wanted to just curl up in the bed, her suit still on, and bawl her eyes out, and cry into the night. She almost did. For about nearly an hour, she cusped her hands to her face as she sobbed for nearly half an hour. Feeling sick inside as she did. Because while she had come to accept what she was, to a degree, Oujair's words have struck a terrible nerve that she strongly hid from. A pain she kept running from in her life, using whatever joys or exhilerations to help distracted. Which was the pain of a vision shattered – a vision of a normal, average, hunter's life, completely broken. She had taken a job, and from it, had become not only half alien, had gotten the attention of government asholes and whack scientists. One, simple choice, her life had become screwed up beyond perception. Just one, single, damn choice, and now – looking at hands - this. For about another hour, she remained sick to the stomach before the pre-actualized Thea quaried about her status, bringing her back to the present. To the fact that she still had friends – good friends that, in a way, showed empathy for her situation. She accepted who she was. But a black stain still lingered in the depths of her soul. --------------------- When everything had been done and said, Jenosa had been the one who had been the most concerned for Alissa sudden silence. Granted, she had other concerns, but when Jenosa saw how Alissa reacted to just the idea of getting a message from back home, it was...worrying. As such, once she had settled a dispute between her and Beggie (And apparently, had to deal with one of his engineers. Something about Grace trying to blow up the entire ship they had been on unless he cooperated), she immedaitely walked into the Black Bird. “Thea,” she asked, outloud, “is...Alissa alright. I mean, it's been two hours now since she went inside. Did she get some kind of virus or something?” Edited by CEMP, Nov 27 2015, 09:15 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Nov 30 2015, 03:33 PM Post #74 |
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The Blackbird allowed Jenosa entry, Thea materialized in response to her question, the AI looked….concerned. “Something is wrong, the message included news about her sister; she’s just been playing it over and over” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ The Mission had gone….poorly; the twins crouched behind cover firing down a long corridor at the security forces that had been after them since the alarm had been raised. Behind them, the blast door was closed; they needed to get through that door to escape. “I need to open the door!” Anna said over the sound of energy blasts pounding into their cover. Alissa nodded and tossed a grenade down the hall, there was a pause then a blast, the smoke allowed the two to trade places. Alissa swapped out her pistol for a small SMG laying down a suppressing spray as Anna went to work. Anna moved drawing a device from her belt and attacking it to the access panel near the door, a long thin cable connected to her helmet as she began to attempt to crack the security system and open the door. The weapons fire had resumed from down the hall, heavier now with larger blasts rocking their barrios “They have brought in heavy weapons….we need to get out of here Anna” “I’m working on it!” was the strained reply from the other operative “it would be a lot easier without all the distractions……just a moment…..got it!” the door hissed as it began to slide open slowly Anna grinned at her sister through her faceplate. A moment later a blue green ball of energy slammed into the access panel her interface was connected too, a surge of energy passed through the device, the connection cord, and into her brain, her body went ridged before she slumped over, her suits life support system taking over. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- The communications room was dark, the holographic display held the likeness of a girl, perhaps sixteen years old, though unmistakably what Alissa must have looked like at that age. Alissa was not sitting at the console, when Jenosa entered the room her profile could be seen sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the leg of the small desk, knees hugged too her chest. “Replay message” was all she said, her voice quiet, thick with emotion. “Hi Lissa….This is not how I wanted to send you this message. I wanted to get out on my own, come find you that way. But I’m not going to be able to do that, I didn’t reach out sooner because I know you, you would try and come get me, you would try to do it alone, and they would catch you.” “I’ve sent you this message because I’m close to being found out, you were the first subject I helped escape but were far from the last. Control is starting to suspect their grip on me is not so absolute, I’m about to be unplugged I’m sure of it. I need you to come get me, my location is buried in this, use code 42.” The girl on the screen sighed and shook her head “I know you, you still blame yourself for what happened to me, probably buried it away in the place you lock the things you are too scared to deal with. I hope you have friends though, people you trust, people who love you. I know what you are going to try to do Alissa…you cannot do this on your own. You can trust the people who delivered this message too you, they can help you get into the coalition undetected, they have some contacts you will need, but you will need more. I’ve encoded a list of resistance groups, people who are tired of control, tired of the coalition, tired of Olympus. I know you can find them on your own but you need their trust, you need someone who understands the way the underworld works, someone to help them understand that they should not hate you….” The girl put on a brave smile “I’m going to do everything I can to slow them down on my end, but I cannot offer any support past what I’ve already done. I know it is enough, I wish it was more…..See you soon Lissa…..” Alissa lifted her head resting it against the leg her back was pressed too. Her cheeks even in the darkness shone with freshly shed tears. She turned her eyes toward Jenosa quietly, blinking as if she hadn’t known her friend was there at first. “my sister is alive….” |
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| +CEMP+ | Dec 4 2015, 10:50 PM Post #75 |
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Jenosa's eyes completely widened at what Thea told her. "Woah, wait - hold on," Jenosa came, in disbelief, "Alissa has a sister?! But, I thought - how does - y'know what, nevermind, I'll find out for myself." As Jenosa made her way to where Thea had guided her, her mind boggled at the very concept of Alissa actually having a blood relative of her own. More over, what this all actually meant to her. Originally, Jenosa had assumed Alissa had been 'raised' alone in what amounted between a lab, torture chamber and boot camp. Pressed out of it to be nothing more than a meager weapon, a tool to be used. And that through some vestige of free will, Alissa found she had wanted to be rid of it all. To be her own person, something Jenosa strongly understood and respected. But never once had she actually asked about the details of Alissa's past, knowing full well that those were painful wounds to be treading on. Once in a while she might inquire indirectly, when an bad memory had been dredged up, but otherwise, she never pressed. Then again, maybe she should have. Jenosa always personally wondered if the neutral, emotionless face she normally held was due to more than just the conditioning. She had spent a long time getting to know the woman and working by her side, and while Alissa seem to once in a while work more emotions than hardened frustration, she never went full swing. Of course she had no idea about that. She wasn't psychic. But she had plenty of hearing and sight, because the replay message that she saw upon entering the room brought a whole new layer of understanding of Alissa. First and foremost, the holographic fascimily she saw had her almost mistaken it for Alissa, but once saw Alissa speech, and the message animate, she knew she wasn't. Because unlike the Alissa she knew, this one spoke with a full swing of human emotions - emotions and feelings she seemed familiar with. And, of course, there were the very words she spoke. At the end of the message, she learned more about Alissa than she did after spending a month fighting alongside this woman. It was all inconceivable, and yet, it was real and true. She had a sister - and not just some pop-in-the-life sibling, but, from the tears of pain Jenosa saw, someone that had been closed. And then taken away in heart wrenching fashion Alissa should have been overjoyed, but Jenosa could see that wasn't the case. Jenosa blew out a careful breath. "Yup," she said, after a moment, "so it would seem. Hell of a thing, learning about that, isn't it." She bit her lip in quiet thought before carefully saying, "She...means a lot to you, doesn't she?" |
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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~ | Dec 14 2015, 07:29 PM Post #76 |
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Smith sat in the communications room; around the table the holographic repetitions of the other council members could be seen. Smith was currently watching an exchange between the director and Dr. Jones. “Define…..’dark’....” the director was livid, everyone at the table knew it but the man appeared to be in complete control of his emotions. They all knew he was angry, because there was really no other reasonable emotion to have. “We lost contact with the operative shortly after receiving a signal that he had engaged subject 327” Jones provided “no termination signal, no failure or success alert, no vitals, nothing, it’s like a switch was flipped” he sighed “we sent a retrieval team but there is no sign of him, we found surveillance footage that shows part of a confrontation between the operative and 327. It was….intense.” “You mean to tell me that not only did your best just fail, you cannot recover the remains which leaves potentially sensitive technology somewhere in the hands of…..you don’t even know who do you? Have I missed something?” Dr. Jones looked nervous and sounded small “The ship is missing as well…..” The director covered his face with both hands, the four men sat in silence before the director’s shoulders began shaking with laughter, at last he leaned back laughing hard wiping a tear from his eyes there was no real humor in the man though. “Dr. Smith….during your tenure as head of the Achillies project what was your mission success rate?” Smith seemed to be surprised by the question but answered without pause “99%.....including the one subject loss.” The director nodded and turned his attention toward Doctors Jones and Marcus “would you care to know the success rate now?....” both men sputtered “We have more missions….” Marcus stammered “Many more subjects….” Jones began to protest “We can’t be expected…” “61.5%.....” the director said cooly looking between the men a moment “My daughter came home with a grade like that and I took away the car.” He leaned forward over the table “what should I do with you two?” Both men were quiet, Smith sat looking a little smug, the project had been taken from him, he had not wanted to give it up in the first place. Gnosis was out of his hands, he was being sidelined, Vertigo was another sign that someone was trying to push him out. “You two now report to Smith…” that got Smith’s attention “Now get to work and see if you can’t figure out how to save your own asses in the process.” The two men faded from view leaving smith and the director, they sat in silence across the table, at last the director picked up a silver cigarette case, withdrew one and lit it staring across the table at the other man. “This comes from Control Smith….” The director was quiet as he looked toward the man “They want you on the Achillies problem, it has been a decade of fuckups and now their new whiz-bang operative has failed against the original” “Just what am I expected to do; it’s a mess over there? I’m still sorting out Gnosis.” He spread his hands “and I’ve been exiled, no staff….no resources.” “Right….well exile is over, whoever you pissed off doesn’t have the horsepower of whoever has ordered you put on this. Gnosis is still your problem though, you get the original subjects in a way others don’t, but whatever you need, whoever you need, Control wants this done…327 either returned or terminated, the missing operative redacted, the ships back in the hanger all of it. So what do you need?” Smith was quiet a long moment “I’m going to need to activate some cold storage…..” _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Alissa looked up at her friend and wiped at the tears on her face a moment, there was something of a betrayal in that, the fact she had never shared this detail, but it was a long and complicated story and it was all in the past. She looked at her hands a long while. “We protected each other, when we were little, I don’t even think we knew we were doing it, just that we didn’t like the machine, the conditioning, and we helped each other hide the things that might have made us go back in” She sighed “genetically I have….hundreds of siblings, other subjects, all with the same training, skills, physiology.” She sighed “Strangers….but Anna and I are twins” she was getting a little more calm, but the wall was still down, her emotions were there, raw, right on the surface. She smiled “we used to play games, pass notes on the secured server, she would sing songs when we were on a mission.” She looked toward Jenosa “we were always together, there wasn’t ever a solo mission before…..before she died” the last part was hard to say. “At least they told me she was dead, one more lie, a deception to control me.” She grew quiet “but she wasn’t….she even helped me escape.” “she wasn’t!” Alissa sprung to her feet “Thea….prep for launch, we need to….” Thea appeared standing next to Jenosa “Gaia said you need help, you should listen too her” Alissa stopped in her tracks looking to the AI “prep the ship….” Thea looked defiantly at Alissa “No…..you cannot accomplish this on your own, you will fail, and you will both be captured, I will be deleted, and so will everything you have become” Alissa looked torn, she like she might scream “but I have too…..you don’t….” guilt….thats what this was…guilt Alissa sank to her knees “I left her behind, I left her with them, I didn’t look, I didn’t even try…..” |
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| +CEMP+ | Dec 23 2015, 09:39 PM Post #77 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa watched with a quiet, sober expression as her good friend, since the first time they met, displayed real, raw emotions across her face. Emotions of pain, sadness and fury that, and not just a simple, quick smirk of trust; and as far as she can tell, they had been boiling underneath her cool, calm, collected exterior for a very long time. All pushed away into the back of her already damaged mind. And now she could see them finally gushing out. In that moment, Jenosa felt she had finally come to know Alissa's real life as a whole. A life that she had spent over nearly a decade trying to run from only for its shadowy past finally catch right up to her. And the emotional bagage that had come as a result of her 'loss'. Quite frankly, Jenosa was incredibly glad that Thea had actually jumped in defiance towards Alissa's impulsive actions, which had almost caught her by surprise. Heck, Thea showing such distinct, acute awareness to the gravity of the situation was...impressive to say the least. She hadn't expected that reaction at all. Go her. Although for what it was worth, Jenosa could see that this response had put the final crack in Alissa's emotional armor. The red head's face saddened as she witnessed her friend crumble underneath the intense guilt that was wracking her. Approaching her, Jenosa knelt down to her level in front of her. Then, after a brief moment of silence, embraced in one big, solid but comforting hug. "Both you and me have some screwed up lives, y'know that, right? I mean, look at what I did. Took a job that got me all infected with this virus, and mad scientists going gaga for my blood. I would have never taken that job if I had known, and I had seen the signs. They were everywhere. I just never bothered to put them together." "Heck," she added, "I even unwittingly turned on the very power generator that almost allowed the same alien to escape and spread across the universe. When I finally had, I realized a ton of lives would be on my hands if I didn't stop it. I know that isn't exactly like your situation, given that I did stop the menace, but it doesn't take away the mistakes I've made in my life." Finally, after a full four minutes, she let Alissa go, and looked Alissa with a wry smile, and a few tears in the corners of her eyes. "The point," she said, "is that you can't wallow in your past mistakes. Yeah, sometimes they're painful ones, but that's the whole point of letting emotions out is for. So we can move on with a clearer head." Jenosa sighed, letting herself still kneel on the floor. "Thea is definitely right about one thing: you can't do this alone. You're going to make mistakes, especially in the state you are now. I might work alone often, but even I know that with the stakes this high, you'll want others to have your back in case something goes wrong. And Murphy's law is always right." She cocked her head to one side and added, "It may be worth giving Beggie the benefit of the doubt, given your sister's seal of approval." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 12 2016, 12:16 AM Post #78 |
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Grace had followed Jenosa into the Blackbird, catching a stare of disapproval from Alissa as she shuffled in behind the redhead. Ignore, she thought, as if she were clicking the button on a blog comment she didn't care for, and folded her arms as she leaned up against the wall. At the moment, she didn't look particularly like a recently released felon, much less someone who belonged in the company of mercenaries and bounty hunters. She was casually dressed in a pair of brand new jeans and a simple button-down plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up just a bit to show off the tattoos, and completing the look, a pair of black-rimmed glasses. It was her dirty little secret, or one of them anyway, that the eagle-eyed sniper was actually a bit nearsighted. Nick Scanlan, who had taught her how to shoot, had always expressed concerns about her vision, regardless of how she chose to correct it on any given day. They'd never let you be a sniper in the Corps, he'd told her. Well, good thing I ain't never gonna enlist, she'd shot back. Who needed all their rules and regulations and dress codes anyway? Good thing for her she managed to prove him wrong every time she went out there with her rifle. Watching the scene unfold in front of her, her heart went out to Alissa. She tried to imagine what it would be like to find out that, after all these years, her mother was still alive. Not possible, given the circumstances, so she couldn't quite wrap her head around it. Then she thought of her stepsister, Meghan. But she didn't have the close relationship that Alissa so clearly had with her sister. Quite the opposite, in fact: they hated each other. It wasn't because Meghan was resentful that all of a sudden there was suddenly another daddy's girl in the house. In fact, Henry was often much harder on Grace, though that was mostly because he expected something totally different from her than he did his biological daughter, whom he simply spoiled rotten. No, the rift between the two girls had far more to do with the the fact that their personalities simply clashed. Meghan was an Alpha Bitch Ice Queen, the leader of her own little Mean Girl squad at St. Catherine's. Her main concerns were her ranking in the teenage hierarchy, whether or not her clothes were in fashion, and whoring it up underneath the bleachers. Grace on the other hand, while she may have had "star athlete" on her resume, was a dyed-in-the-wool troublemaker. A card-carrying member of the Wrong Crowd. She didn't care much for petty high school drama, ever conscious of the fact that Henry was molding her into a deadly weapon. And even if that weren't the case, had Henry merely taken her in and not decided to train her up into a master assassin, she'd probably still have spent most of her time getting suspended and hanging out with Jimmy and Ronnie, occasionally dealing for the latter at school. When you got right down to it, they were just way too different to really get along. To make matters worse, they had to share a room until Henry Junior had gone off to seminary. And boy, how they fought. I wasn't just verbal arguments, either. Fistfights were common, with Grace usually having the upper hand, especially as her skills got sharper. If one of them liked a particluar boy, the other would make it her mission to sleep with him first. Their conversations often degenerated into fierce arguments over such important topics as who was the bigger slut (Meghan, but not by much; they were, after all, genuine Catholic schoolgirls), who was on more drugs (Grace, and it wasn't even close), and who was just a plain ol' stupid bitch (both of them, actually). Still, through it all, there were those occasions when they were able to get along, if only briefly. Grace served as her pill connection throughout much of high school, and they'd developed enough of an understanding that they never ratted one another out to their parents. And they could be very affectionate with each other, Grace being quite an affectionate person to begin with. If Meghan walked through that door right now, sure, at first she'd probably groan and roll her eyes at her. But then she'd give her a big hug and a kiss and tell her she loved her. They may not have been blood, and they may have had a blood fued, but just as she considered Henry her dad - the only one she'd ever had - she considered Meghan her sister. We're she in Alissa's shoes, she'd nuke half the planets in the galaxy and kill anyone who stood in her way to find Meghan... even if it was only to yell at her and call her names. "Sisters suck," she grumbled. "Brothers are way better. Brothers are there for you. Brothers have your back. Brothers offer to kick Jimmy's ass when you catch him with that stupid whore Jenny Martinez." She looked over at Alissa, realizing that her words weren't exactly helping. "Look," she said, sighing heavily and dropping her arms to her sides. "It's like basketball. You watch much basketball? I was a point guard all through high school, and I was the best player on the team, so a lot of times I tried to win the game all by myself. Which, you know, can work once in a while, but most of the time, you're just gonna take bad shots and put up bricks all day, shoot your team right out of the game. Especially as a point guard, your job is to run the offense. That's what I had to learn, how to set up my teammates, let them get into a rhythm, get them hitting their shots, then take over in crunch time. And then when the defense starts to crowd you cause they know you're gonna take the big shot, you dish it off to one of your teammates, and she hits that dagger cause you've been giving her that wide open loom all day long. Boom, ballgame." Grace looked back and forth between Jenosa and Alissa, unsure how her analogy was going over with them. "Point is, you try and be a hero, you lose, and lose big, no matter how good you are. You wanna win, trust in your teammates." Edited by The Boss, Jan 12 2016, 12:24 AM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 25 2016, 10:21 PM Post #79 |
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Never before. In her whole life of harsh training. Had Moria woken up to so much pain aching all over her body. Until now. As a mere, little girl, conditioned to follow orders, she had been commanded to physical exhaustion many times early on in her training. So intense it had been that she could cleanly, distinctly recalled the scorching pain that racked every muscle in her feeble body whenever she stirred in her rest. The experience had been so incredibly harsh, and truthfully, she may not have come to know anything were it not for Tamaki's comfort. Truthfully, she may never had resisted those deadly, murderous, Phazon impulses if she had never known compassion at all. But that had all been simple exhaustion. Fatigue that, for a good portion of her duty bound life, had faded so much that she simply needed keep pushing herself to even feel a semblance of it. Which, in a way, for her, was nice to feel again at a regular pace now. It made her work feel like a personal accomplishment – more than ever, in fact. That being all considered, her mind officially concluded that average fatigue and, in Jenosa's own words, “Getting the snot beaten out of you,” were two different things. Sure, her old mentor had beaten her once, but that had been, in his words, and with a gun to her face, “Checkmate.” This, on the other hand been...a personal back lash when she had broken a certain ground rule that Jenosa had been ademant about. A beat down involving a furious, screaming face, a flurry of surpisingly strong kicks and punches, and a winding stomp to her stomach to top it all off. Groaning in pain as she tried to sit up, she quietly re-contemplated for a moment why she had even taken to the tactic of yanking her sister's pony of all things. At which point the answer came to her when she heard footsteps and saw her big sister standing at the door's threshold, cockeyed smile and all. “Still aching from the beating I gave you, I see” Jenosa stated, “Good. That will teach you not to use my hair as a rope.” Moria grunted. “You are the one who's wears it so long,” she criticized. Jenosa snorted, and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, it's not my style to get into fist cuffs, really. I generally don't intend let anyone get close enough to make a rodeo out of me.” “And if they do?” Moria said, perplexed, and added, “It's still ridiculously impractical for combat.” Jenosa, sighing, quirked her face to one side. “Yeah, I know. And you know what? I don't give a shit. My hair. My rules.” Moria's eyes widened, taking a moment to process her big sister's words. “You...don't care?” she asked, baffled, “Not even if it's...life threatening.” Jenosa scoffed, shrugging. “Pfft, this, life-threatening?” she said, twirling her poney tail, “Trust me, there are far more impractial things I could wear that would greatly hinder me in a fight. This is the least of them. Honestly, out of all the hard situations I've been in - between ambushe, tight spots and ugly alien hordes – there's nothing a bit of tenacity, professional planning, fancy foot work and quick thinking have easily made up for any hair splitting issues I'd have.” Moria narrowed her eyes, “But you're acting like...you're invincible.” Jenosa snorted again, “Ha, no. I know I'm not. That's one rule I run by. Always. Which just tends to enforce my assumption that I'll always win.” “And...when you don't?” Jenosa face immediately became very sober. Very. “Then...you do your best to survive. Pull through. And pull the rest of yourself together,” and added, “Kinda like what you're doing now, actually.” It took a moment for Moria to process what Jenosa had meant, but when it did, Moria's face furrowed with pensive sadness. “Oh. Yes. Of course.” In those words, Moria recalled everything that had lead up to this point in her life. Particularly her death, her 'dreams', and, upon coming back to life, trying to make some semblence of who she was now. She had woken up shattered, in a way – her only 'family', or rather, her only sense of purpose, was gone; the government that she been bred to protect had become hostile to her; and her body, weakened and more alien than before. It had all been very hard for her to take in over these past two weeks – weeks that had felt like months. She could not recall feeling the sense of drive that she once had, and there had been times that she found herself...unable will herself to do anything. Her body had the energy, her bones and muscles were fine, but as much as she knew she should excerise – or do something, anything – she could not help but lay on the couch, curled into a ball until Tamaki noticed. She vaguely recalled Tamaki telling Alissa that she was 'depressed,' whatever that meant. She didn't know the meaning, and she hadn't cared. All she knew, for a time, was that everything that had provided her a sense of order, assurance and confirmation for her actions was suddenly gone. Her whole world ripped from her mind's feet. At the time, she had panicked and floundered internally, grasping for any fragment of her old life, while struggling to understand the real, chaotic world that flooded her senses. And then Jenosa had stepped into her life. In an instant, the woman had become Moria's unofficial role model, with their striking similarities, yet Jenosa's swuave, independent attitude being of envy to Moria. She wanted so much to be like that – to not be aimless, without purpose. To not be lost in such a complex world it boggled her mind. To stride about with such confident attitude. If she could truly not longer take orders, then she would settle striving to be the opposite – which, strangely, she found more appealing than the alternate somehow. Yes, she found the aspect of standing on her own two like Jenosa incredibly daunting, and yet now, the idea of going back to her old life now seemed...repulsive, actually. Even so, she still felt a phantom pain across her heart whenever she recalled the reality of her current position. A hunted fugitive by those she had been created to protect – those that she still wished to, but could not. “Awww shucks. Sorry about that,” Jenosa said, realizing she had touched a sensitive nerve, “I knew that grundgy facility was your home and all, I just - “No, it's alright,” Moria cut-in, wiping away some tears and trying to forget it every happened. “I'm here, right. Alive. That's what matter's right? Trying to put myself back together and all?” Jenosa smiled, “Yeah, you're getting it. Can't dwadle on what's already happened. Just have to keep moving forward, like I do all the time.” With that, Jenosa reached out with her hand, and added, “C'mon, let's go get some breakfast, and get you checked up. I can't help but think I might have broken a rib or two of yours.” Staggering only once as she stood up, Moria briefly considered Jenosa's words, and then found herself cracking a smile. “Worth it.” Jenosa raised an eyebrow, “Seriously, did they train you to be a masichist? No, wait, forgot what said. I think I know what you mean. Just don''t pull my hair again, or no more sparing matches between us, got it?” “Got it,” Moria replied, with a bite of enthusiasm, already prideful of the strong blows she had withstood. ------------------- For the rest of the meeting that had occurred in the hanger of the mysteriouis ship, Moria was silently observant. It was well worth noting that for Moria, she had radically changing locations much more frequently than she ever had in her life of training. She was distinctly used to one familiar terrain, in fact, although during her training, she had been placed in various, holographic simulations of different worlds. She knew, at the time, that she was being prepared for eventual deployment into hostile zones against other enemy combatants. Except now that she was finally out of the facility, it was all under a very different circumstance. There were no enemies to be called out, no threats to defend against, and no objectives to simply go out and achieve. No, the simplicity of that all was gone; instead, in its place, was an incredibly vague aspect of who could really be friend or foe – a binary stance that she was yet entirely comfortable in leaving just yet. But nobody else, for one reason or another, specified whether the new strangers before them were indeed allies, enemies, or at least potential threats. Instead, she was left to her own wits to decide that based on she observed in everyone else. And while the whole meeting seemed friendly enough, it was hard for he to decide what kind of stance to take – relaxed, cautious, she could not make up her damn mind. It was main reason she was so damn finicky during the whole meeting, with her hands twitching and her eyes shifting here and there. They even flickered and flair to small degree whenever she focused, her eyes having largely remained a regular shade of green during the trip. Except, that was, on at least two occasions. One had been specifically when Alissa had take a message of sorts from Beggie's hand. The tentative motion and quiet, almost perplexed nature as she accepted the encrypted chip had Moria's full attention. Largely because this was a side of the woman that she had no ever seen before. Cold and calculating, yes, and certainly graceful in the art of melee combat indeed; and even heart-pounding fury. But usually in between those, Moria had always registered her with a largely neutral face. It had been one of the most disconcerting things about the woman, really. Everyone else she had known at least showed some form of expression, but for Alissa, it was often like a mask for her. Almost everything seemed to be, really, even the hair and, piercing and clothings she wore. As thus, this was the second time she had seen a real, emphasized, genuine reaction from the woman. And, for that brief moment of interaction, Moria could not help but wonder why of all things. Shortly afterwards, they had begun securing the agent that had been captured, and Moria lost interest in Alissa. In fact, even with Jenosa being incredibly chummy towards, she could not but avoid Alissa's presence. Her focus became scattered briefly, and almost defaulted back to Tamaki when her eyes came upon Chel. That was when the second occaisions occurred. One that, funny enough, had her far more piqued. It was Beggie who introduced himself to her and her foster father. Doing so as if he not only been expecting them, but held the air of knowing quite a bit about them. “Ahh, Mark Raven, and Chel Rosara,” he greeted, clapping his hands enthusiastically, “by which I mean all four Chels. Yes yes, I know about the cloned personalities thing; that sort of information tends to fall high on my watch list of on 'Notable but Dubious Science'. Now, I know this all seems rather suspicious, and you're probably wondering who the heck we are. And while there is quite a fair bit explain on that part, let me just briefly say this: like you, we are scientifically inclined explorers that respectfully work outside of the normal borders of science.” There was a brief before the tech brunette behind him made a purposeful 'cough.' “Oh, and” Beggie continued, now remember, “may be able to share some knowledge that could have you piqued. Chel in particular, I believe.” There was another brief paused before the same brunette nudge her black haired partner in the ribs. “Huh, oh, right , yeah.” Immediately, he held out a hand for them to see – a very human hand that at first. Then, in the span of a few seconds that had the sound of small bones crunching in, the finger tips melted, molted and turned into thick, sharp black claws, almost like a wolves. But longer. Then and there, Moria saw Chel's eyes – well, about all of them – grow wide. 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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 29 2016, 02:26 PM Post #80 |
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Alissa was not in control, not in the least. She hated not having full control over her feelings; she hated knowing that Jenosa and Thea were right that she needed the help of these strangers. These people whom it seemed her sister had been working with but hadn’t ever bothered to contact her before this. She quashed the selfish voice as Grace began to speak, the woman began to use a metaphor related to some activity Alissa only had a passing understanding of. She glanced to Thea a moment rising and eyebrow. There were two questions Alissa could want answered in that moment, Thea chose to answer the least likely. “Basketball is a team sport popularized in North America during the twentieth century; it is played by two teams of five on a rectangular field referred to as a court. The goal of the game is to move a ball from….” Alissa cleared her throat interrupting the AI who looked toward grace then back to Alissa and just shrugged. Grace was on the ship, it didn’t really matter how or why at this point, she knew she didn’t trust this woman. This woman who said she was here to make amends for killing Jenosa which Alissa was having difficulty understanding. Right now in this moment though she found she didn’t care, Anna needed her help and she knew…deep down she knew there was no way she was going to save her sister without support. She raised her hands to her face covering it for a moment before wiping at her tear streaked cheeks taking a deep breath, there was an attempt to get control of herself in that moment. After a few more deep breaths her mask seemed to return, but it was incomplete, there was a hint at the roiling mass of emotions under the surface that most never got a moment to see, she took another deep breath and turned her attention to Thea “have you finished the decryption?” Thea nodded “there is a great deal of undated tactical information, along with lists of potential contacts, entry points into NGC territory, access codes to facilities….” Thea stopped a moment before continuing “She knew what you would need…” she added at last. Alissa took a breath and nodded looking toward Jenosa. “This Beggie….is he trustworthy?” |
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