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| +CEMP+ | Feb 1 2016, 11:34 PM Post #81 |
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Jenosa jumped in surprise when Grace's voice popped up from behind her, quickly shooting a greatly annoyed glanced at her. She did not appreciate having been followed in secret, let alone popping in on what effectively amounted as a private conversation. And after this one was done, she was going to have a more private one with Grace about her not-so-innocuous stalking habits. Not that Grace was entirely wrong with her description. In fact, she could at least, to a degree, agree with the basketball reference. Grace wasn't the only one who had done various sports in her life; or probably had her hair in different styles and lengths in various periods of her life. Regardless, she knew Alissa was not entirely a team work person, probably having spent most of her life doing everything solo. True, she and Alissa had worked as a duo before, but a full head on team and a duo were two different things. And although Alissa had worked with a large group recently, Jenosa knew Alissa's role had been a more isolated experience. Working alone, undercover while she prepared their way into the facility with no one else to talk to, let alone anyone to yank her out if her cover was blown. That's what the woman had known and done for so long. Jenosa understood that the friendship they shared was something both new and geniune - something that had grown over the week they had searched for information together. Put their backs together in a fire figt. And even shared idle conversation together. Jenosa understood she was the first real friend she had ever been to her, and she was glad to be such. And as a friend, she could see Alissa struggling so much with the raw emotions boiling underneath, even as she accepted the support and put back her mask on. It pained Jenosa to see her do the latter, because, to her, it felt like Alissa was hiding from her emotions, rather than taking control of them. But that was Alissa. It was how she had grown up, and Jenosa wasn't a therapist. More importantly, there was more pressing issues at the moment. Exhaling a deep breath in response to Alissa's trust question, Jenosa replied, "It's hard to say. I don't know him a whole lot, but for what's worth, I did end up calling him up for help when the virus became active again. I was pretty panicky back then, and thought I could turn out to be a walking plague - how I even knew his number is...complicated. Let's just say bit of someone else's past experience got muddled with my own at the end of my...job." "And for all his quirkiness and my fear, I did feel somewhat relaxed by his diagnosis. Of course, it could have been the excuse i was looking for. And for all I know, he was the one that reported on my...new change. Let people keep track of me from the shadows. And let me tell you, I suspiscious on that being the case." "That is," she said, her brown arcing sternly in thought, "until, just before I came here, he told me, and I quote, 'By the way, I do hope the informants on Gerah 6 and Herigas was of good help?'" Alissa knew what Jenosa meant. Gerah 6 and Herigas had been two place she and Alissa had visited on their search for information regarding Project Vertigo. And on both occaison, someone anonymous, had given them helpful information; or good directions to those that had information. Free of charge. And a bit more conveniantly there to help than other sources. It was almost like they had found them, rather than the other way around. At the time, the subtly the way this information was given seemed like a simple coincidence. But looking back at it now, it seemed all to conveniant. More over, they were very specific events in backwater places. Fact was, it meant that Beggie had quite likely helped them along with the search without them even knowing it until now. After giving that fact a few seconds to sink into Alissa's mind, Jenosa, putting her hands in her pockets, finished saying, "Cautiously, I think we can trust him. Then again, your sister certainly seemed to." |
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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~ | Mar 3 2016, 06:02 PM Post #82 |
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Alissa stood letting her logic be directed by her friend for a moment, Jenosa was thinking much more clearly than she was. Alissa stood trying to get her thoughts ordered nodding at last to what her friend was telling her. She had been suspicious of the mysteriously fortunate information that had been provided too them, but it had been good and she had been unable to find any catch in the information…and she had looked, Alissa was not one to look at good fortune without suspicion. At the mention of her sister’s trust Alissa looked toward her friend a moment “I suspect, Anna found him useful for her…mission” she turned her attention to the paused image of her sister “trust doesn’t come easy to Achillies subjects…” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ There was the steady pounding of feet against a treadmill. Anna had changed clothes from the simple white pants and top she had been allowed since emerging from stasis and now wore grey sweats and a sweatshirt with the Olympus Technologies logo emblazoned across the chest. Her white hair had been pulled back into a loose ponytail and swung with the rhythm of her running. A doctor stood not far off eyes fixed on a tablet in her hands, watching readouts of Anna’s vitals. Smith stood behind a window with Dr. Jones. “Incredible…” Jones said watching Anna quietly run on the treadmill, it wasn’t just the pace she had set, or the duration, but it was the effect…or lack thereof, that impressed the scientist. “This is the first generation Jones, this is what your team bred out of them” Smith said with no small amount of satisfaction. Jones had been part of his ouster, Smith was sure of it. The project had been taken away, and his life’s work had been diminished. The other Doctor looked toward Smith a moment before turning to face him fully. “Have you made any progress in figuring out what she was doing in the system?” Dr. Jones asked trying to deflect the conversation away from what Smith clearly saw as a problem with how he ran the Achillies program. Smith sighed quietly “I have no idea…” he admitted at last watching Anna run for a time “If she has a secret she is highly motivated to keep it, I got a hostility spike when I mentioned we had sent someone in to collect Alissa but she didn’t reveal anything. And saw right through what I was trying to do.” He pulled off his glasses beginning to clean them “I forgot how smart she is…” |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 13 2016, 08:50 PM Post #83 |
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Jenosa simply shrugged. She knew her friend could be paranoid of clandestine people. And scientists. Personally, she didn't blame her. A lot of things involving science had given her a lot grief herself, and while she hadn't been directly experimented, she had been sought as a means to an end for it. She was not interested in being treated like a thing. All the more reason to at least be somewhat warry of Beggie. After all, she was not keen on being caught up in another goddamn conspiracy. Especially given how the last one turned out All things said, she probably murder the next bastard who decided to toy with her life. Still, Beggie had, at least, shown good hospitiality. She couldn't refute that, as it was a lot compared to just how Delacroix didn't even bother with a 'Hello.' So far, the few people she bumped into seemed to be amicable, even curious that a new face had come about. Regardless, given how validity of Alissa's sister's message, it was worth going further into the matter.. “Well, why don't we go see just how 'useful' your sister considered him,” Jenosa motioned. She could see Alissa hesitate briefly before coming to her side and matching her strides. Putting an comforting arm of Alissa's shoulder, Jenosa added, “We'll get her back. I promise that.” Her voice was hard, as if it were a fact. ------- All the way there, Jenosa kept note of Alissa's demeanor, internally concerned for the sudden conflict going on inside. The hints may not have appared obvious an a stranger, but someone who was used to it, the cracks were made all the more clearer. The occaisonal, frantic swivel of her pale eyes, the twitching of her mouth, hands and head felt all exagerated to her. Her friend's paranoia was etched in her stance just as they walked up to room where Beggie was wating. She was hesitant to come in, and all the more to personally explain to an expectant Beggie who her sister really was, and what had transpired. And almost half a minute to say “I need your help.” His hands clasped all the way as he listened, Beggie's blue eyes went from hard to soft as he replied. “Ironically, it was us who was going to ask for your help, Ms. Achilles. Now, it seems, we must help each other.” “I know to you, we - the Albanoid Faction - appear as simply another clandenstine group working within the shadows. And while that is true, we are also scientists, philosophers, and, above all else, free thinkers. We disdain being connected to any politcal influence, and, more over, abhor exploitation of anything that event approximates a sapient intelligence. Be it naturally born, or people like you. Make no mistake, the Albanoid has a strong drive for scientific knowledge, but we hold distinct guidelines in how it is obtained and shared.” “Of course, Olympus Tech, and to a lesser extent, the NGC, violate not just our philosophies, but I dare say the human spirit itself. Since our inception, dealing a blow to this demon and planting the seeds of change have been on list. However, while I am embarrased to admit it, we've recently had to clean house on some internal corrupt on our end. I know that's something you don't like to hear, but I'm trying to be honest on the matter. That, and paint you a picture.” “Given how we were just recovering from that mess, it seemed like it we wouldn't be able to make much headway in obtaining even low, classified data from Olympus tech, let alone infiltrate them. Yet out of the blue, we get an anonymous contact, feeding us information in not only how to infiltrate their company, but rescue both 'subjects' and incarcerated, disillusioned scientists.” “You can image were were extremely skeptical, but after some probing, we found the source to genuine.” He paused for a moment, before standing up, “Ms. Achilles...not only did your sister put trust in us when she might not have, she willingly left herself inserted within the company. Simply to free as many as she could. And many feel indebted to her. I myself, especially now, cannot ignore such a selfless act.” Now, steepling his hands, Beggie said in a serious tone, “Now, where do we begin?” ------------------- Close to almost 2 hours was spent within the ship's conference room sharing information and planning general details. It was a big group discussion involving 5 woman and 1 man – assuming you counted 2 holographic A.I. Avatars, one being the resident Magella, and the other being Thea, who had been given an uplink into the Galagos's holo systems. Beggie, along with Jenosa, Grace, and most importantly, Alissa, we tackling just how to best get into NGC territory, infiltrate Olympus tech, rescue Anna, and then finally escape. All hopefully without having to run into a large scale battallion. The Galapogos making the journey there was out of the question. Although the ship did sport some solid cloaking technology, both Beggie and Alissa agreed there would be no way to sneak past the NGC's deep net sensors. They'd ironicly attract too much attention with it. It was Grace who openly suggested smuggling, with Beggie thinking along the same line of thought; and acknowledging that Grace most likely had the best contacts. There was no quabble about trusting Grace on Beggie's end – for him, this seemed like the best option you can grab onto, and he and Grace knew that. In fact, he seemed to almost openly suggest that her street wise knowledge could be a potential boon for navigating city streets and gangs in NGC territory. There were still some tough obstacles to deal with, but those would all be eventually planned out in due time. As much as time was of the essence, getting a smuggling contact set up wasn't an instantaneous process. By the end of the day, the residents of ship were now buzzling with the arrival of the new faces, and in particular, Alissa. The fact that she was Achilles definitely created some excitement, and it seemed that some were working to best upgrade or accommodate the tech they had at their disposal. Jenosa, meanwhile, had a sibling of sorts to deal with. It took her some time to figure out how Moria was currently doing, what and all with the ship being rather big. But apparently, aside from spending time with Chel and having some minor 'episode,' she had managed to find the ship's work out room. Jenosa guessed she shouldn't be surprised, given the woman's physique. “Working up a sweat I see,” Jenosa said. Moria, perspiration all over her body, set down with a very heavy weight normally only used by male weight lifters. Her stance wavered as she stood up, exhausted and gasping to catch her breath. She looked practically overworked. “Tamaki...said...I should...excerise – try and...overexert...” Moria said between breaths. Jenosa raised a hand for her to stop, “Yeah, I heard. Apparently you had to make a life-sized impression of your hand on part of the hallway an hour ago. Couldn't hold the impulse. I don't quite understand myself, I'm sure you'll work it out, like I for myself.” It took Moria another moment to catch her full breath, at which point she stood to full attention with a salute across her chest. “Oh please,” Jenosa wave her hand, “I'm not your commanding officer. But if you really must know, Alissa just learned that her sister is alive.” Moria's blinked woodenly, “What?” “Alissa. Sister. She has one. Like...not a clone, but an actual, childhood sibling she spent a great deal of time with,” Jenosa said, quirking an eyebrow. “You do remember the conversation we had about siblings, right?” “Y-Yes,” Moria stammered, “it's just...unexpected.” Jenosa scoffed, “Well it's news to me too, sis, but you're acting like reality's gonna cave in because of it. What's up with that?” “N-Nothing, I just didn't think – how can – why – arrrg,” she grumbled, ruffling her hair in frustration. It was at this moment Jenosa realized her clone was getting her wires crossed in trying to express an emotion she had no conceptualization of. And whatever it was must have really bothered her to the point of trying to actually make the point; but failing to barely form a coherent sentence. Jenosa let her go on for about a minute before simply putting up a hand. “Oh, never mind. Look, the point is, she being held by some bad people – the same people who made Alissa's life a living hell. And right now, we're undergoing an operation to rescue her.” Moria's eyes blinked before widening, “You're...going into combat?” “Yup – well, sorta,” Jenosa explained, “This really isn't a storm the castle sort of mission, more like infiltrating enemy lines kind of deal. Not my style either, but we can't exactly go in guns blazing just to get her. We'd get wasted on the spot. Of course,” she added, “it's not like a big fight can suddenly break along the way.” Moria pursed her lips in thought before simply saying, “Oh...I see.” Now it was Jenosa's turn to blink, “'Oh, I see?” she repeated, “first you sound like you're rearing to tag along, but now you don't? What gives?” “N-nothing. I just – it's like you said, it's not my style.” “Oh bullshit,” Jenosa said, “this has nothing to do with combat style and you know it. You'd just be happy enough to just punch a few guys along the way if you could. No, something about this whole deal is suddenly eating you. What it is? C'mon, spit it out.” “Why,” Moria said slowly, “why are you helping her?” “Alissa!?” “Yes!” she exclaimed, her face sour. Jenosa gave Moria a baffled expression, all before becoming a hardened, stern gaze. Gradually, Jenosa crossed her arms. “Because,” she said, her voice, “she's my friend. Because when my screwed up life had taken a turn for the worse, she had shown me understanding and kinship. And because...I owe her. For everything she's risked to help me settle things, and more.” “And honestly, her sister deserves to be free.” A moment of silence hung between the two, with Moria's face still uncomprehending while Jenosa's dead certain about what she said. “I don't know what grudge you have against Alissa,” Jenosa spoke up finally, “and frankly, whether you feel up to it or not in the next few days is irrelevant. Me, I'm going.” And with that, she left the gym. -------------------- The very next day, Jenosa stormed onto Alissa's ship “So, what the hell is this about you not wanting me coming along?” she said, flustered. Edited by CEMP, Apr 13 2016, 09:53 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~ | Apr 14 2016, 03:08 PM Post #84 |
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“In conclusion we are seeing no ill effects from long term storage in stasis; her cognitive and physical abilities appear to be as they were before she went into cold storage for the gnosis project” Dr. Smith was sitting at a table, the two former heads of the Achilles project were sitting with him, and the holographic projection of the director was sitting across the table listening patiently as Smith gave his report. After Smith finished the man picked up a cigarette case from the table in front of him, took one out, and lit it. Taking a long drag before looking across the table, DRs Marcus and Jones were silent, intimidated by the man who wasn’t even in the room. Smith however was unreadable. “And the potential security concerns?”…. Smith looked through his notes a moment “We got a small reaction out of her when we mentioned the attempt to bring 327 in but nothing more than that…we can’t find any evidence of a breach. But we know our problems stopped when she was removed from the system.” The director rubbed the bridge of his nose “that is not exactly correct….” He sighed a moment “it sounds to me like we might be over reacting….lets plug her back in” Smith shook his head “all due respect sir but I am uncertain that is a good idea, the others are about ready to go online, Anna might be more use to us as she is for the time being.” “In relation to what?” the director asked “Subject 327…” Smith provided. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Alissa had found the meetings to be exhausting, really the whole day had been one strain after another, from the fight with the operative to the revelation of their secret benefactor, her sister being alive, and the need to ask for help. By the end she had just been numbly relaying intelligence. Information that she already knew, new information that her sister had provided in a rather large data dump, all of it though meant they were starting to have the shadow of a plan, and deep down that gave her hope, though she didn’t have a name for that yet. It was in a later meeting with Beggie when Alissa had mentioned Jenosa would not be joining this adventure. She wasn’t quite sure when she had come to that realization but it was early on, in her mind there was no point in planning for it. She just needed to talk to her friend and explain why. “So, what the hell is this about you not wanting me coming along?” Or she could find out another way and make this conversation somehow more awkward. Alissa turned to face her friend as Thea winked out off to do something else while this conversation that needed to happen happened. “It really isn’t you’re….” She stopped, what she was about to say was the truth but it was also a dodge and she owed it to her friend to be honest. “I don’t…have friends…I didn’t before I met all of you anyway.” She took a deep breath; she was drifting into uncharted territory for herself. She stood up to face her friend more fully “They already know about you…Dr. Smith was at the facility, he’s not like Tamaki, or anyone here” she said taking a deep breath “if they catch you they will take you apart” she took a deep breath “if hell exists it is an OT lab…I know you would come if I asked…but I am asking you to stay. I cannot….” She sighed a moment running into a roadblock, experiencing something similar to what Moria had gone through. “Human emotion…is still very confusing for me. I understand the bond between Anna and I because it was always there, it was part of who we were.” She said “since I met you…and the others there have been other…links I suppose” she sat down “ Travis is a….an ally…no…more than that” that frustrated look crossed her face again “I should ask our prisoner if they left him an emotionally stunted husk as well…this is maddening” she sighed a moment. “You are my first friend, you were the first to…see me as human.” She closed her eyes a moment, getting better at mastering her emotions as time wore on “more than that, I’ve not felt as accepted by someone since Anna…was taken. I know what that feeling is now….its family. And you protect family, even from its self.” She sighed a moment a single tear streaking down her cheek she reached up wiping it away laughing a bit. “I have nightmares….about being there.” She looked up to her friend “and now it is not just me I see there.” She looked back down to her hands. “I want you to come…I need you not too…” |
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| +CEMP+ | Apr 16 2016, 01:54 PM Post #85 |
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Jenosa could see her friend was in distress from everything that was suddenly occuring in her life. She didn't blame her. It was a lot to take in when you were born into a screwed up life to begin with, and then find the very person you held dear is alive and held by the bastards that made you. And it was funny, given Alissa's mention in how she treated her like a human being. The thing was, during her past business, she really didn't hold much of a definition for being human, or if what it meant to be human. At least not one applied to others around her. For her, if it was ugly and - or just plain mean - then it usually got knocked lower than her. Personally, she never gave any thought about the how the Scurge thought or why, only that she saw it as something sentient but twisted. For her, she didn't need to understand a creature that swallowed up the heads of scientists like they were party trophies. It was mean, ugly, and deserved to die on the spot. Alissa, however, was a whole different case. The moment they met, it was easy to see that she was not your standard, and personally, she hadn't cared. For the most part, she just saw the cool, calm, collected person and immediately proceeded to punching her buttons. She honestly couldn't help it; to her, people who had that kind of expression in life deserved to have their buttons punched. Of course, she hadn't exactly expected to become close friends with Alissa over the past few months. Heck, she was expecting to annoy the woman to the point of trying to murder her. Or just incredibly aggravated. Like Z'Gato, who seemed to have a stick up his butt 24/7. Instead, the two of them had developed a strong understanding despite their appearance and behavior. It was really Alissa's who had initially sparked the opening in Jenosa's honesty with her, having seen the similarities between them. At the time they had, really, Jenosa had been under a distinct amount of turmoil, afraid of herself more than anything else. And Alissa had made her, surprisingly, feel more like her self. She hadn't attempted to evaluate whether whether Alissa was human. Because to her, that didn't matter. She wasn't someone trying to mutilate other around her, or disfigure herself in an attempt to absorb other's knowledge. She was just someone trying to get by in life, like Jenosa was. She just had a different baggage was all. And she could see how that baggage was suddenly weighing down her more than her ever. In a way, it hurt Jenosa to keep pressing on the current issue, because those nightmares were a real possibility. She did not fancy the scenario of her body being held down and violated just for the sake of someone's else scientific agenda. Or how it might torment her friend in the nights to come. But...nontheless, she felt a point needed to be made. Strongly. Jenosa made a heavy sigh, and sat down on one of the ship's crates. "Just for the heck it, let's do a head count of who we potentially have without me included." She raised her hand and counted the people her fingers. "Let's see, there's you, obviously. There's Grace, who we don't entirely trust, but may potentially listen to what I have to say. Even then, and I mean no offense if she's hiding in a corner at this very moment, her biggest strengths is her guile, speed and street wise knowledge." "Then there's blondy that can walk through walls, and has some kind of cloning syndrome. And that's if - and I really mean if - she takes Beggie's offer. And we barely know her as well. Lastly, my sister, who is still recovering, inexperienced, and, oh my favorite part, seems to hold a grudge against you for gods know what.' She huffed, and raised a hand with four fingers. "That's about four people, but you might as well slash it down to two because of the aforementioned issues. That, and none of us know each other. Me and you are the only well oiled pair around here, and given my understanding of the facility, we'll effectively be trying to break into Fort Knox." "You're saying you need me to stay, but I think its the other way around. You need me to come. You're emotions are wracking you, and you're going to need someone to lean onto for that." "You helped me so much, without even needing to. We could have just walked away from Vertigo but we didn't. You could have been caught yourself. Instead, you risked your freedom. And I owe you for that. I can't just sit on the side lines while you go face some douche bag Satan - not when I get the chance to punch him in the face." The next few words came out hard, painfully, and with a tear on the side. "I'm sorry, but...I'm coming. Point final." She looked down at the floor regretfully as she spoke those words. |
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| ~The Boss~ | May 10 2016, 08:27 PM Post #86 |
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For the past few days, Grace had been following Jenosa around like a puppy, staying as inconspicuous as possible, but always visible. While the redhead no doubt found her constant presence unnerving, Grace figured that she would be even more unnerved if she left her sight. In Grace's mind, she was simply being considerate by remaining where Jenosa could keep an eye on her. She had stayed mostly silent during the meetings, only speaking up the one time to remind everyone that she knew plenty of people who were well versed in transporting goods and people without attracting unwanted attention. And even if she didn't know them personally, the mere mention of her erstwhile lover's name would open up many doors for them, the sort of doors they might not be able to open on their own. Other than that one time though, she kept her head down. Her ears perked up for a second at the mention of the Albanoid Faction, but she wan't quite sure why. She wasn't familiar with them, she didn't think. She couldn't recall having ever worked for them, or against them, or having ever encountered them in any way. So why did that name grab her attention? Were they people whom Jimmy had done business with at one time? That would certainly make sense. Jimmy did business with everybody. Still, she brushed it aside. If she couldn't remember clearly, than it probably wasn't all that important anyway. Once all the discussions were over, she resumed her role as Jenosa's shadow. While she and Alissa were arguing over the best course of action, Grace leaned up against a nearby wall, zoning out and paying very little attention. For now, her mind was on getting some new clothes at their next stop. The boys had only brought along the one bag for her, and that was only supposed to be enough for the weekend and a quick trip back home. At this point though, she'd cycled through her wardrobe at least twice. Right now, it was her same old jeans and a Jessie Falcon T-shirt, emblazoned with the words "Legends never die." But then - as she was pondering whether or not to get some new boots to replace her old stand-bys, which had seen better days but still held up pretty well - she suddenly started to get very dizzy. But it wasn't a normal kind of dizziness, as if she'd just stepped off a carnival ride. The world felt like it was being stretched out, and yet at the same time squeezed together, like one of those movie shots where the pulled the camera back while simultaneously zooming the lens in to create a disorienting effect. And disoriented she was. She reached out and put a hand on Alissa's shoulder to steady herself, Alissa being the person standing closest to her, but... She saw her hand resting on the other woman's shoulder. It was there, it was definitely making contact... but she couldn't feel anything, like Alissa was a ghost or something. She squeezed harder, trying to get a grip, trying to feel some kind of physical contact, but nothing. She may as well have been trying to grab air. Alissa couldn't have been pleased with the situation, but that was the furthest thing from Grace's mind at the moment. And then the nausea came, gurgling and churning in the pit of her stomach. "Oh God..." she said weakly, knowing that she needed to find a bathroom or at least some kind of receptacle. She released her grip on Alissa's shoulder and began to dart away, but only made it two steps before she fell to her knees and started vomiting all over the floor. Violently. Again and again. And when the contents of her stomach had finally been emptied out, she dry heaved a couple of times for good measure. It was an FTL jump, nothing more. Just about the most routine activity on a spaceship. Most people didn't even feel a thing. Just a buzzer sounding, a flash of light outside if you were near a window, and done. If they felt anything at all, it was a quick ripple through the air, lasting less than a second. For some however, it was an incredibly uncomfortable experience, not unlike an extreme form of motion sickness. Children were particularly susceptible to this phenomenon. As were, notably, pregnant women. Finally, at long last, her stomach stopped protesting. For the moment though, all she could do was sit there on her hands and knees, drenched in sweat and yet somehow freezing cold, to weak and discombobulated to do anything else. "Sorry..." she muttered, taking off her glasses and wiping the sweat from her brow. She'd get to her feet, eventually. She just needed a minute to gather herself... |
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| ~Alissa~ | May 17 2016, 12:56 PM Post #87 |
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Thea had been aware that something was wrong with grace likely even before Grace was fully aware. In part because she was watching Grace as well as she possibly could, which was quite well considering the suite of sensors inside the ship that served as her “eyes”. Partly because she knew that neither Alissa nor Jenosa (the only two beings her program recognized as “commander”) did not trust the woman. And partly because it was still part of her protocols to scan and monitor every person that entered the blackbird, while not a medical AI she was programed with those protocols and looked after every entity that she was able while she was able. In an emergency she would be able to guide someone (likely Alissa) through performing even some emergency surgeries. For the AI the diagnosis was almost immediate as she radioed to the Galapagos’ med bay ***This is the blackbird; we have a patient with acute Trans Luminal Motion Sickness, patient is pregnant*** The message had been transmitted in a flash as it would have any other time before Thea’s emergence. The difference however was that as she was “standing” there with the others she had actually said it out loud. Alissa paused looking from Thea a moment toward Grace whom she had helped into a chair a moment before Thea’s rather matter of fact pronouncement. The AI for her part seemed oblivious to any potential revelation as she relayed “the med bay has replied, they are sending a team to escort her to the infirmary for an examination.” Alissa looked between Jenosa and Grace a moment, there was no way they could pick up the thread of their conversation at this point in time, nothing to do really other than deal with their ill…no…pregnant…companion. “Thank you Thea” Alissa said at last. |
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| +CEMP+ | May 19 2016, 08:16 PM Post #88 |
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(OOC: Tell me if this works for you guys) Because of her...ambient sixth sense, the sensation of the FTL jump for Jenosa was more...emphasized. Nothing too drastic, but where else someone would feel a ripple, she would feel a wave, as if a puff of wind had went through her. It was, oddly, nothing that actually unnerved her, really. Just something that had almost become background noise. Except that once she saw Grace feeling woozy, it didn't take her long to conclude that the same FTL jump had left a wammy on her. Jenosa may not have had the exact same experience, but when you're stomach doesn't agree with energy-based teleporters, it's easy to conclude the same thing here. Only several times worse. The red head swore under her breath as barely managed to run past her before expelling like a fire hydrant all the floor. Of her friend's ship. Great, she thought, of all the times and place for this to happen. As the woman's hurling subsided, Jenosa made a long sigh, and then walked over her kneeling form. The action might have seemed strange, even to Alissa, but Jenosa, without a single tinge of hesitation, put a sympathetic hand on Grace's shoulder. Yes, a genuine shoulder comfort. On the person who had murdered her. Jenosa may not have entirely trusted the woman, and to be fair, she still didn't entirely, but for what it was worth, she could see the Grace was under an intense amount of stress right now. It was not something she wish on Grace. She also realized, with incredible annoyance, that this would be almost a complete give away for Grace's early pregnancy. Of course, she barely had time to puff her cheeks, glance at the others, and open her mouth before took the words right out of her. Which, in a way, was nice, as Jenosa wasn't on the woman's receiving end. Thea was. "Oh, you fucking bitch. You fucking bitch," Grace spat her vehemently, standing up much more quickly than expected. "Hey, wooh," Jenosa said, hands raised, "no need to get cranky at her when you weren't exactly subtle there to begin with.” Jenosa paused for a moment as she got both stares from Alissa and Thea, and then frowned. “Yeah, I...kind of knew she was pregnant. She confided in me. So what?” she replied nonchalantly. She got more blanks stairs. Right, of course, Jenosa thought. She made an exasperated sigh, and turned to Alissa. “Look, I can tell all of this- she waved to indicate both her and Grace -is making it helluvah difficult to react to. I get that. So why don't you and me just...relax for now, and talk about it later. Y'know, let both of us mull this over. Well, maybe only you, I guess.” Quietly, she went over to the still flustered, sweaty, but wavering Grace. “C'mon, you really should see a doctor for this.” Just as they left, however, Jenosa glanced back at Alissa with pleading eyes. “Please...whether you go have a work out, walk in the ship's biosphere, or just talk to someone else...please give this some thought.” --------------------- It was surprising to find a bar on the Galapogos. Well, to be exact, it was the mess hall. But it was a mess hall with a surprisingly well displayed, well stocked liquor cabinet. Along with a cafe. And, of course, actual, solid, food. At this, Jenosa seriously wondered if there was a word for a cafe, bar and restaurant all rolled into. Maybe there was and she didn't know it. Not that it mattered. What did was that the place was both equal parts hearty, spirited and relaxing. Whoever had managed this feet must have been arcitectual genius and Leonardo Di Vinci in one. The place was elegant, but not over done. Classy to some degree, but with a flourish of modern day technology blended in all the seems. It was definitely something. And it was the one stop shop for her and Grace after visiting the doctor's. Grace was obviously still annoyed at her pregnancy becoming obvious way to early on, and while the doctor had certainly been helpful, given the pills and advice she had handed her, the woman herself needed some place to cool. Jenosa knew it would be just this place. Settling down, she let Grace order whatever she wanted. Or whatever the doctor recommended. She, on the other hand, simply order a nice, cold frapchino. Spiked. Lord knew she needed even the weakest alchohol right now. After taking a hearty sip of her drink, she said, “Please cut Thea, Alissa's AI, some slack will 'ya. She's like...Alissa, but with, like, a few protocols still attached to her. She can't help blurting some things out. And it's not like she has the exact social cues either.” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jun 2 2016, 08:26 PM Post #89 |
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"Oh, you fucking bitch. You fucking bitch." Grace bored her eyes into the hologram standing before her. It was bad enough that the cat was out of the bag, but to have it come from one of those... things... it was way more than she could handle. Jenosa was going on about something, though what, she couldn't really get a handle on. It was really hard to focus at the moment. But the sound of her voice - not her voice specifically, but the mere fact that there was a voice to begin with - was messing with her head. "Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! Just please, stop talking!" Her voice sounded far more desperate than angry. And though they never actually came, she seemed to be on the verge of bursting into tears. She still wasn't feeling all that great, so for the moment she just leaned forward with her head in her hands. waiting for the world to stop spinning. There were a few minutes of awkward silence in the room, though Grace didn't notice it much. When the medics finally came to collect her, it was only grudgingly that she went with them. As they walked away, she turned back to give Thea one last evil glare, then turned to Alissa. "Those things are dangerous, you know." .................... Jenosa was talking again. They sat together in the ship's tavern, the redhead nursing a drink and Grace with an untouched glass of ice water in front of her. She hadn't said a word since she returned from the medics. They'd asked her if the father was on board. She answered that question with an even nastier look than she'd given Thea. And still, Jenosa kept going. Grace just wanted her to stop. It was nothing personal, and in fact it really didn't matter who it was. She just wanted to lock herself in a completely silent room and just sit for a little while. Now I know how other people see me, she thought, having her own reputation for endless, often mindless, chatter. “Please cut Thea, Alissa's AI, some slack will 'ya?" Jenosa said. "She's like...Alissa, but with, like, a few protocols still attached to her. She can't help blurting some things out. And it's not like she has the exact social cues either.” "Fuck her protocols," Grace said. "I hate those goddamn things." She locked eyes with Jenosa for a moment, then finally took a sip of her water. It was so cold and felt soooooo good on the way down. It maybe gave her back a little of her spirit. "It was fine when I was a kid. They just ran your ship or your office or whatever, and they weren't getting self aware. Now though... they're way too smart, way too powerful. It scares the shit outta me." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jun 7 2016, 02:16 PM Post #90 |
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Alissa watched as Jenosa escorted Grace to the infirmary with the sort of stoic reserve she was best known for. Inwardly however she was frustrated, she didn’t know how best to make her case without hurting her friend’s feelings. She sighed and quietly cleaned up the mess on her ship, in the end that bit of work did not occupy her for long and sometime there after she found herself just walking. Normally when she found herself in bouts of nervous energy like this she would exorcise, but that was in some ways a means to just run from a problem, and while she could think things through that way, for some reason that was not what she felt compelled to do. She had been fascinated by the ship’s Bio-sphere since she had seen it on the map they had been provided but time and events had not allowed her time to explore. Truly she had not had a moment too herself since before escaping Vertigo. She was lost in thought enough to be a little surprised when she stepped through the hissing doors into the sphere its self, she paused a moment looking around. Color everywhere but mostly green. It was more parklike than she could have ever expected, she could hear running water somewhere nearby, there were trees, of all the things to find on a ship, and even a warm breeze moving fairly fresh air around. She walked a path quietly for some time before stepping off of it onto the grass, she couldn’t see anything prohibiting it. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ “Come on Liss…..just do it!” Anna encouraged…her twin sister already stood in the grass of the park, bare feet wiggling with grass between her toes. Alyssa looked back down the path, their target, their mission, she looked back to her sister like she was about to protest. Both girls’ hair had been dyed blond and green contacts hid their naturally colorless irises. They were dressed for the warm late spring day like a sisters out in a part after church, brightly colored sundresses, sandals, and large hats. Their purpose was to observe a target and gather information. Predicting her sister’s protest Anna spoke quietly “you’ll blend in better….what kind of kid just walks a path in a park on a nice sunny day.” Alissa stared at her sister a moment longer before stepping off the path, slipping her feet from the sandals and settling her feet into the grass. She bent down to pick up her discarded footwear and as she stood back up there was the ghost of a smile at the sensation. Anna laughed and reached out grabbing her sister’s hand before dragging her off at a run. The sisters would indeed blend in as older children who had not quite outgrown such things, and were paid no attention at all by the people they were meant to be spying on. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Alissa stood a moment longer before she knelt down and unlaced her boots and pulled them from her feet, at last placing her bare feet into the grace, smiling at the memory of her sister. She would walk for a time before simply sitting down and laying back and staring up at what would be the sky, not thinking about anything in particular. |
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