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| The Haybrid Faction; The sequel to the Albanoid Faction | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 12 2008, 12:58 AM Post #11 |
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Native Son
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Dr. Adler's house was right on the beach; a big, expensive, ultra-modern home, the kind you would expect a movie star or a hip young businessman to live in. To the Agents who parked their vehicle in the driveway, it was the biggest red flag of all. Scientists tended to be a more humble lot, living in modest homes in modest neighborhoods. A fancy place like this should have been a hint that he was on the take. On the other hand, if he lived in a huge imposing Victorian mansion, the type which should be inhabited by someone with a name like J. Percy Norrington III, Esq., then he was probably one of those proverbial mad scientists with a secret lab in the basement and a leather-bound copy of his evil manifesto. Agent Nguyen paked the black sedan in the circular driveway and he and his partner, Agent Monahan, stepped out and walked up the steps to the front door. Nguyen activated the thermal vision on his shades and scanned the house for any signs of life inside. "Looks like nobody's home," he said. "Good," his partner said. "I wasn't much in the mood for conversation anyway." Monahan took a small PDA-like device out of her coat pocket called a datathief and linked it up with the electronic lock. Lines of code splashed across the small screen, and after a few seconds they synched up, indicated that the proper codes had been found. A green light on the device blinked and it beeped, and the lock popped open. "There we go," she said. "Should bypass the alarm too." The two Agents stepped inside and took a look around. "I can definitely see why his colleagues were suspicious," Nguyen said. "He's got a pretty fancy place here." "I believe the word you're looking for is 'ostentatious,'" the redhead quipped, walking into Dr. Adler's study and turning on his computer. "Actually," her partner called out from the living room as he inspected the bookshelf, "I think the word I'm looking for is 'brass balls.' Did he really think nobody would notice how he was living?" "From what I heard, he claimed he won lots of money in Vegas playing craps. Nobody's that lucky though." Monahan linked up her datathief once again, but was unable to scan for the correct codes. Whatever kind of encryption Adler had on his personal computer, it was way beyond what the little device was capable of hacking. And while she herself was pretty good with computers, if the datathief couldn't handle an encryption, then to get in she'd need either a sophisticated AI or one of the professional eggheads back at HQ who had time to devote to this sort of thing. Or, she could simply try and guess his password. While his partner busied herself with the computer, Nguyen continued to look around the rest of the house. There didn't seem to be anything incriminating lying around, but then again that may have simply meant that he wasn't looking hard enough. There were notebooks full of lab notes lying about the place; he'd collect these as evidence and let the at HQ go through them and see if there was anything relevant within. "Any luck?" he asked, poking his head into the study. "Not really," Monahan replied. "I can't hack it, so I'm trying to figure out his password. I'm about to just give up here and let the pros take care of it." She continued to plug in various words, with no success. Nguyen habitually looked around the room, not really looking for anything in particular. The bookshelves were filled with volumes on biology and genetics, though there were quite a few on classical mythology as well, along with a healthy selection of Nietzsche. Something grabbed his attention, a leaflet sitting on a table. He picked it up and flipped through it. It was a promotional packet from an auto dealer on the BlackStar Chimera, a sleek sports car in the Ferrari tradition. Nguyen himself had dreamt of owning one of these fine machines, and even had the chance to test drive one a while back. He glanced around the study, and noticed on the walls a few pictures of a Chimera, and even a model sitting on the desk beside the computer. Then he looked back at the bookshelf, at the mythology books, and saw that most of them seemed to deal with ancient monsters, and it all clicked. "Try 'chimera,'" he said. Monahan nodded, and typed it in. And just like that, Access Granted. "I'm in," she said, proceeding to snoop through Adler's files. Most of them were full of various projects, some of which may or may not have been legitimate BSL work. Then she got into his email, and found something truly intriguing. "Hey, check this out," she said.
"And Bingo was his name-O," Nguyen said. "Any idea of the time frame?" "The earliest message is dated three years ago. The most recent is dated yesterday." She opened another file, the one that said "Subject 79." What she found in there was even more fascinating. "Reggie Isusango," she said. "What secrets does your genetic code hold?" "We better get this back to Burton," her partner said. "He'll know how to translate all this." "We should probably get someone out to Trassurz as well." Monahan shutdown the laptop and disconnected it, tucking it under her arm. She and Nguyen walked back to their car, armed with plenty of evidence, and placed a call back to HQ. An hour later, another pair of Agents were knocking on Kat's front door, just as Reg was preparing to leave. |
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| +Aiko+ | Nov 14 2008, 09:41 PM Post #12 |
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Roffel House!
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James helped Kat clear the dinner table and wash the dishes. Reg had forced himself to eat the ribs, even if his nose was completely filled with the ‘stench’ of barbeque sauce by the time he finished. James honestly did feel bad for the guy. Reg had obviously gone through a hell of a lot even before James had met him. Giving up his favorite foods was just another straw on the camel’s back. While James went to his room to prepare for the afternoon hunt, Katanura finally managed to settle down in the living room to get some work done. One of her favorite hobbies was collecting and selling antiquated equipment on Trassurz. The fringe world had its fair share of leftover technologies from the original settlements, and she found the old machines fascinating. However, her hobbies along with nearly everything else that wasn’t absolutely vital to survival was put on hold for nearly two years while she helped her brother struggle through all the changes he’d been forced to endure. She didn’t regret any of it, but it certainly was nice to finally have some quiet time back to do the things she enjoyed doing. The loud knock on the door immediately wiped the contented smile from her face. They never got visitors and preferred it that way. Reg and Belugugan needed their privacy for a whole suite of reasons, and purchasing a house in the middle of nowhere was supposed to give them that respite. Kat carefully put her laptop down on the living room coffee table. She had a really bad feeling about this, but it was important to at least pretend to be a normal denizen while answering the door. She took a breath to calm her growing nerves, then walked over to the door and opened it. A man and a woman stood on her doorstep, dressed in business casual clothing. They didn’t wear any sort of ID badges, but Kat had developed an eye for officiates in the time since her brother got into trouble. Either these guys were law enforcement or representatives of a private organization. She wasn’t sure which she preferred and found herself hoping that she wouldn’t find herself at gun point soon. Despite her inner fears and doubts, she smiled warmly at the two on her doorstep. “Hi. May I help you?” she asked politely. |
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| ~beflexor~ | Nov 15 2008, 02:20 PM Post #13 |
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I just _____ in the _____.
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Squirt’s arms dropped to her sides and her head lolled back, like a being caught in a wave of ecstasy. Such interesting sounds, coming from that thing! Everything, she could hear it all, from the birth of the noise coming from the voice box carried with the inhaled amosphere, traveling up, out of the hole in the head, this time pushing through air and to the helmet, muffling it, some of its strength coming back to the creator of the noise, then moving through the air once again until it finally reached her auditory sensors. All of her in inhibitions, her ideas, her planning, all went out the window. She was only herself again, suddenly tired of the constant façade she’d been playing. She missed being herself, more foreign and strange than even a creature from the farthest edges of the universes. For, no matter how alien something was, it still hadn’t come into being by itself. Something had created it at some point or another. Squirt smiled, the pulling of what were supposedly muscles looking genuine, because she actually felt genuine herself. “Yes, I would very much like that” she said, following. “I don’t think I caught your name though. I’m Spurious Winters, people usually call me Squirt.” |
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| ~Twilight~ | Nov 15 2008, 05:24 PM Post #14 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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Twilight took note of the humans odd reaction when he spoke, but put it in the back of his mind as he saw no importance in it. Despite not looking at her he noticed there was a change, but he could not tell just what it was, almost like if a veil was dropped. His senses did not pick up the regular things he tended to do in a human, but there was nothing immidiately alarming either, she was a mystery however. “Yes, I would very much like that” the woman said, from the sound behind him he could tell she was following. “I don’t think I caught your name though. I’m Spurious Winters, people usually call me Squirt.” Twilight turned his head around and glanced at the human, despite being naked and seemingly not in the best of shape((Assuming she didnt completely 'heal')) she was taking the situation very carefree, especially while being led by a complete stranger... There was definitely something to her... "...Twilight." He finally said as he turned his face to the general area infront of him again, it seemed he was reluctant to say it for some reason. Truth was that ever since his change, he had felt 'threatened' whenever he spoke of himself in any way... It felt odd to him as well, but he knew how to control his instincts. After a short while the two would be able to see a clearing ahead of them, with a large cliff to the left. In the middle of said clearing stood a ship of alien origin, its shape and structure being nearly undescribable yet simple, it was slightly over ten meters long and atleast four meters wide, with lots of rounded edges and strange markings. However large parts of the ships material seemed to be covered in a strange form of rust, just next to them was a more darkened material that gave of a similiar feeling to those who could sense it as dark energy. But it was only remnants, unlike before the ship was now, for the most part, a golden yellow color, with white streaks of energy running around some areas of the ship like a network. OOC: I really need to draw an image of the ship, but I just cant get it out on paper and describing it is even harder xD also B, you can still add conversation for the remainder of the trip, just made the 'skip' to move us ahead. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 15 2008, 08:21 PM Post #15 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: I should point out that credit for the email exchange in myprevious post goes to CEMP) "Hi. May I help you?" The two Agents flashed their ID badges at Kat, which indicated that they were with the GFed Police. Other than their manner of dress, which typical of most Agents couldn't have said "FEDS" any louder than if they were wearing flashing neon signs, there was little to indicate that they were representatives of Section 6 and not simply ordinary detectives. "I'm Agent Smith," the man said. "This is my partner, Agent Jones. We're looking for Reggie Isusango... does he live here?" "He's not in any kind of trouble, Miss," Agent Jones said. We'd just like to ask him a few questions." "May we come in?" Agent Smith asked, taking a peek around inside, his shades on full scan mode checking for anything of interest. Edited by The Boss, Nov 15 2008, 09:08 PM.
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| +Aiko+ | Nov 15 2008, 10:41 PM Post #16 |
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Roffel House!
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Katanura clearly was uncomfortable with the agents. After all the crap she and Reg had gone through, she really didn’t want to see any sort of law enforcement derivatives ever again. Reg wasn’t a bad guy and it was unfair how nobody would just leave him alone. She pursed the corner of her lips in a small, worried frown at the agent who was blatantly looking inside the house. “I guess it’s alright if you’re just asking questions,” she decided after a moment. She was sure she was going to regret it later. Belugugan was always at his worst in front of people he had every reason to distrust. “I’m not sure if he’s still here though. He said he was going to go deer hunting this afternoon.” She shrugged, then took two steps back to give them enough room to step inside. “You can wait in the living room,” she said with a wave towards the visible couch and love seat off to their left. “I’ll go get Reg.” She watched as the agents walked into the living room, surveying everything they could see with a critical eye. She wasn’t really expecting them to stay still, but for their sakes she hoped they would. Reg’s bedroom was the second door on the right in the short hallway leading to the kitchen and back porch. She knew better than to look in there though. If Belugugan was going hunting, he was probably pacing outside like a thoroughbred at the gates. She opened the screen door and, sure enough, Reg was tapping his fingers impatiently on the railing of the porch. He looked up in brief disappointment when he realized that Kat wasn’t James, but his expression quickly changed to concern when he saw his sister’s face. “Reg, we’ve got two Feds here who want to ask you questions. I have no idea what they want, but they said you’re not in trouble,” the tone in her voice told him she doubted the agents simply wanted to question him. “I think you should talk to them. Belugugan, I know you don’t like people like this, but if you hurt them in any way it’s a felony offense. It’s best if you let Reg and me handle this, okay?” She patted Reg’s upper right arm to alleviate his nerves, then walked back inside the house with Reg in tow. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Nov 16 2008, 12:55 AM Post #17 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: A Boss/CEMP co-production) Reg immediately frowned when he heard Kat mention the feds, and was almost apprehensive to go see them. Several questions went through his mind, such as why they would suddenly want to see him all of a sudden. he had hoped he wouldn't be bothered by anything like this, but he supposed it was kind of inedible anyway. Bel, on the other hand, was snappy, and was looking for any kind of excuse to snap them down and eat them whole. He understood what Kat said, as well as what Reg said about letting him do all the talking. But he would be waiting like a tiger to pounce on his evicted prey. Anxiously, he came out of his room to see the two agents. Obviously concerned with their presence, he said, "You wanted to ask me a few questions. What's this about exactly?" "Mr. Isusango... I'm Agent Smith, this is Agent Jones." Though it wasn't apparent, Smith trained his scanner on Reg's body. They had been told a number of things by HQ, some strange suspicions that this young man was something other than completely human. As such, part of this mission was to gather as much data as they could. To Reg, Kat, and James, however, it merely seemed like they were wearing their sunglasses indoors. "Reggie... can we call you Reggie?" Jones said as they all took a seat. "Do you know a Dr. George Adler?" She took a photograph of the scientist out of her coat pocket and placed it on the coffee table. "Because... he knows you." "Dr. Adler has been under investigation for some time now," Smith said. "Money laundering, industrial espionage... we're pretty sure there's probably a few more felonies scattered about in his closet. A search of his personal computer turned up quite a bit of fascinating information. Including a file on you. Do you have any idea why he would be keeping information on you?" "Please, just call me Reg," he stated, feeling Bel's anxiety ebbing into him a bit. He took a long good stare at the picture and the name, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but the name or the picture doesn't seem to ring a bell." Oh, but it did. A very small bell in the back of his head, where a few of the memories that Bel had absorbed when they were on the Albanoid's base. There were very few of the absorbed memories left, in truth, as Reg got rid of most of them because they really made it difficult for him to think properly. All in all though, he really didn't know anything about this Adler character at all right now, other than the fact that it sounded like he heard the name from somewhere. He didn't bother to try and 'remember' - except until they told him about everything else. Reg gulped nervously, trying to find a way to answer them. He suddenly felt cornered, and although Bel was an animal that wanted to lash out, Reg new better. That would only bring them even more trouble. And he could these people might get the drift that he was lying. He cupped his hands together, twiddling them about as he asked, "This just has to do with the man you after; just to get information on him; not to get me involved in anything in particular." Not at all," Smith replied. "Unless there's something that we don't know about..." "Dr. Adler is the one under investigation here," Jones replied, striking a far more reassuring tone than Smith. Having been trained to read faces and body language, both Agents had a powerful suspicion that Reg was being less than forthcoming. The last thing they wanted to do was exacerbate that situation. "As far as we're concerned, you're a witness, not a suspect. And depending on what we discover, you may even be classified as a victim. So I'll ask again: do you have any idea why a geneticist from Biologic Space Labs is keeping detailed files on you, and why he would want to keep those files a secret?" Reg gave a breathing sigh, feeling just a bit more assured, but still anxious. "Ok, well it all started when the space station over Trassurz blew up. It had to do with something that Adler and a few of his other buddies concocted - obviously in secrecy. It affected me one day...as you can possibly seen in my teeth, I was originally human before the incident happened. I can't say i know who exactly Adler is, what he was really working on or anything; and it seems whatever affected me eventually brought on these strange memories about the experiments they did - and a reference to this Adler. I think he was the one behind the genetic make-up of the stuff that got into me. " "I didn't see him when I started getting chased all over the place by these strange people with an odd tattoo symbol on the back of their shoulders. I managed to get away thanks to the help of a few...contacts, and managed to get of their base; and a large chunk of their associate group. It was mostly thanks to the help from the contacts that I had, really, and that was three years ago." Reg furrowed his brow. "Can I ask a question, the information that you found about him; is he up to anything odd recently?" "I'm afraid that's classified," Jones replied. "You say something affected you," Smith said. "Were you experimented on, or was it merely 'something in the water,' so to speak?" "Reg shook his, "Experimented no, but it was something that had been in the ocean; which had apparently came from the debris of the destroy station. Whatever it is, it's no longer in the water of the ocean, as we probably would have heard more incidents like me." Smith nodded, having been jotting down notes the entire time. "Do you think you could possibly draw us a sketch of this tattoo?" he asked, handing his notepad over to Reg. "That way if we spot one of these associates, we'll we able to identify him." "And if you can provide us with any other names, that would be helpful as well," Jones added. Throughout their conversation, Smith had been amazed at the wealth of information revealed by the scanner in his shades. While his precise nature wasn't exactly clear, it was evident that whatever transformation Reg had undergone went way beyond his dental work. His entire molecular structure was highly unstable, his body was charged with enough voltage to incapacitate most people, and his DNA was not at all identifiable as homo sapien. While he appeared to be essentially human, the scanner insisted otherwise. Reg nodded, saying, "Yes, I believe i remember how the tattoo is drawn." He actually cooperated well this time, as he knew without a doubt that the Galactic Federation were pursuing the Albanoid. Anything to dent a problem that organizations plan, if there any left. He made a rough sketch of the symbol, which was a circle that had three triangles on it's line. One to the left; parallel to it was one to its right, and then finally one on the top. They could have formed a Triforce, they were too small and thus didn't connect. He also provided a few names of the scientist that were also involved in the experiments, at least the few ones that he could remember. For all he knew, they could be dead, though it really didn't matter to him. Handing the notepad to the agents, he said, "There, I hope that helps. I honestly hope you give whoever those guys that are associated with this Adler hell. They sure did to me." "Thank you, Reg," Smith said. "You've been very helpful." Jones pulled a business card out of her pocket. "If you think of anything else, give us a call." The two Agents showed themselves out. "Well?" Jones asked as they got into their car and drove away. "What do you think?" "We've got to get in touch with Nguyen and Monahan, see if what the scanner picked up jives with the data they found on Adler's computer," Smith said. "I also think we need to keep an eye on this kid. He may be a victim of a couple of mad scientists, but I also think he's potentially very dangerous. He's not human, not completely anyway. We need to find out exactly what he is, and if he poses any kind of threat." "He's not giving us the whole story," Jones said. "That's what scares me the most." |
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| +CEMP+ | Nov 16 2008, 04:54 PM Post #18 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: A little while before the Agents show up...(Extremely long post BTW. This is to get things move and people together)) Reg was glad that Kat had decided to take their dinner outside. He really hated to admit it, but the smell was killing him; and his appetite. As soon as they came out, his taste for fresh meat went up a notch, and he easily gobbled the meat within a few second. He found it embarrassing that he had grown habits related to an animal, and he even sucked one his fingers take in the juice on his hands; he had almost licked them at one point. He was thankful that his sister was so understanding about his new behavior. It was bad enough for him acting less and less human, while still retaining the chunk of humanity that made Reg, well, mostly Reg. It was difficult for him to fully describe himself and his new behaviors; what was old and what was new. He knew very well that most of his manners were gone, and more importantly, his appetite which could become extremely dangerous under certain situations. But still, he retained enough of himself to make appropriate humane decisions that did not involve looking at everyone else like lunch meat. The same went for him being Bel's voice of reason. The damn parasite was brash, impulsive, and was embraced more of his instincts than anything. It was only because of how one another's thoughts could conflict with either's control that neither was the dominant conscious. And since both of them wanted to avoid being in a vicious circle, they obviously had to work on a symbiotic level with one another. Actually, on one occasions, Reg had brought up the subject in how 'odd' their relationship was. He mentioned that they were both under the influence of the same parasitic instincts, but they both held a reflection of what might have happened to the host had or hadn't been subsumed. Bel was the concentrated form of their instincts, with very little humanity left; while Reg was the opposite. Reg even went so far as to say that it might have possible that his mind, under the stress from his blood lust, might have fragmented into what they were now. Almost like they were two side of the same coin; you couldn't have one without the other. Of course, Bel outright refused this theory, and mentally bit at him never to mention it again. Reg merely made a mental shrug towards this, and seeing as it really wasn't important, left it at that. It was rather difficult to tell whether it was Reg or Bel that was smiling when James asked them if they wanted to come with him hunting. They themselves would have had difficulty telling as well, they're mentally being so blurred now; they really didn't notice anyway. "If said no," the voice of Bel, more growling and his face having the tinge of a wild animal inside of, "I'd probably be passing up desert." After waiting for James to get ready, and having breathed a sigh of relief that those Gfed agents they were gone, they were ready to go for a ride. He had a much better appetite despite the events, and now wanted all the more to go on the hunt. --------------------------------------------------- The hunter, silently hiding like the jaguar, or the Black Panther, as he was, watched the scene unfold before him. He watched suspiciously as the two Federation agents knocked on the residence and entered it. He was unable to hear the conversation going on inside the house, but he was positive there was some sort of interrogation going on in there. What, he wasn't sure, but the fact was; he didn't like it. For the matter, he could not think of any good reason as to why two federation agents would show up at Kat's doorstep. He knew the exact reason why Kat had chosen that place; it didn't take a genius or a psychic to figure it out. So what were these agents doing here? He mused sternly to himself. While there could be many theories, he had a sneaking suspicious that something was up, and it gave him vibes that crawled up his spine like a tarantula. Adler had not yet reported either, and he was beginning to suspect that fool had something utterly stupid. However, his mind left the subject as he heard the ATV that his prey and the...'traitor' were on roar to life. Both he and his troupe had been waiting for Bel and James to leave the cottage while Kat was left behind; but they had different reasons which neither of them was aware of until now. "Sir," his squad captain, Oken Ahevjen, spoke over the comm. unit, "both the target and the traitor have left the hen alone. May I advise we capture her as a trump card." The hunter, also the leader of the troupe hunting the beast, distinctly frowned at this. "No," he commanded, a hint of disdain in his voice. "Leave the woman alone; just keep a watch over her." The captain stammered in protest, "B-but Eisen-Aufseher, why-" "'Shouldn't we capture her?''" the leader, 'Eisen-Aufseher' being his codename that he adored, cut in and finished his sentence. "Let me ask you a question. Are we the mafia?" The captain was obviously taken aback by this question, for there was a pause before he simply spoke, "Errrr, no." "Exactly," he spoke with a stern, strong authorities, "and nor shall we resolve to such lowly tactics used by them. I don't care how testy those scientists are; they will get their little lab rat eventually. They aren't the ones doing the dirty job; we are, and if they don't like the way we do it, well they'll have to do it themselves. And the only way to do a dirty job is by getting dirty; that's how life goes. You'll be a fricken pissant who resorts to such dastardly tricks." Well, he knew that there were times that you did have to do it clean, when you needed to. However, he wanted some exceptions, and he really didn't want to do something that made him feel...dishonored. He mostly spoke in a patriotic sense to keep his troupes "In line," but just for good measure... "And," he added with a serious tone that revealed the wrath hiding inside of him, "if anyone even decides to attack her for no good reason, or more importantly, without my orders, I will personally rip their spine with my right arm and jam it right into their ass. Am I clear?" "Yes sir," the captain replied with a hint of fear in his voice. "Good. Now, team B should be in the woods waiting to unleash the ambush. Notify them for me will you?" "Right away sir," the commander complied nervously. He closed his eyes; he was glad she would not be able to interfere, at least not now. He liked the spirit that he saw in her; and felt that it would be appropriate for her to live. _____________________________________ Reg and Bel were enjoying themselves thoroughly. While it didn't seem very human to act like a blood hound, Reg, alongside Bel, actually seem to revel in letting some of their animalistic instincts go. They were more than just two minds in a single body, as, in fact, their entire body's cells - from every organ, bones and muscles in his body - collectively formed this primitive, third instinctive intelligence. They discovered it a while ago when having they suddenly had a lot of trouble in keep their body from changing without their own consent. It was no wonder they were affected by the same instincts, as his 'body's' conscious was intertwined with theirs. Aside from the fact that it was good to let these instincts loose, for some reason, they both enjoyed this activity in general. Reg was never a man for shooting and hunting before, but now, it just felt so...ecstatic to sniff the air and let the scent flow into his nostrils. Maybe it was the bestial instincts affecting him, but so long as he wasn't taking another sentient being's like, he was quite fine with that. And as if his awakening to the smell, his body changed, but not drastically. It was a partial transformation, a skill that he and Bel seemed to be able to work best whenever they thought alike. The skin of their body shifted and melted from human tissue to this sort of mix between a mammal and an insect's carapace. His entire was instantly covered in a natural armor, and alongside that, he crew some claws. At the most, he still bore some resemblance to a human being, and he even stood bipedal. The duo, or trio, easily found their first target, and Reg and Bel had their 'desert' as they devour the deer's viscera. Eager for the next course, they almost immediately picked up another scent, this one be relatively stronger than most of the other deer he smell. It was almost unnatural, but he didn't see any difference in the scent other than its strength. Before they had found their target, it was almost dark, and thus they were hurrying to finish the job and get back home. They found the animal grazing near the wall of cliff, couple with a big rocky formation. The second deer was easily down, and Reg and Bel were the first to bolt towards the downed prey. He twitched his claws, readying to rip open his next meal, when he noticed something odd about the deer. There was still electrical energy pumping inside this creature, but it was the normal electricity found in an animal; it was the type he recognized to be in machines. In his bemused state, he had no time to react, or even notice the gleam of metallic wire in the. A metallic net under his feet had been tripped, and he soon found himself being entrapped and hung in a mesh of metal. At the same time, gunfire opened up at James from above the trees. _______________________________________ The comm. system in Twilights ship suddenly crackled to life, and a chuckling voice hinted with a German accent greeted in an almost overjoyed voice, "Hello! How are you? Good, so am I! Hey, guess what, I feel like a game of tag; and I'm going to be it." A beige ship about the same size as Twilight's de-cloaked in front of it, guns pointed at it. It was difficult to make out the wings, as they really didn't seem to protrude from the sleek, arrow-head pointed. It fired its front cannon, and a long, blue beam a little bigger than the cannon itself streaked across and nailed the ground close to Twilight's ship. The beam had dug a really wide, and deep cylindrical into the earth. This time when the voice spoke, it had a tint of maniacal lunacy in it, "That's your cue to get !" (OOC: I dare Squirt to try and pull this guy's soul spark. I assure you B, you will not get the same...reaction as everyone else's. Muwehehehe) Edited by CEMP, Nov 16 2008, 04:59 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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| +Aiko+ | Nov 20 2008, 01:12 PM Post #19 |
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Roffel House!
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James dove to the ground, curses streaming from his mouth over the roar of close gunfire. Vegetation shredded around him, showering him with bits of bark, leaves, and shattered stems. He could hear the projectiles whistling through the air around him, some coming close enough to send up a plume of dirt that fell onto his camouflage jacket. He scrambled towards his ATV. Thankfully his enemies hadn’t spotted it yet, but it was his only ticket out of here alive. Reg’s welfare was barely a thought in the back of his mind. The parasite-hybrid could take care of himself. If James got shot, he would die. If Reg got shot, he’d be mildly inconvenienced for a while. James’ first and only priority was to his own safety. James knew his enemies couldn’t see him that well. The amount of fire he was receiving indicated that they were laying down even coverage, not the concentrated bouts he would expect if they could actually target him. With this knowledge in hand, he hopped onto the ATV, opened the clutch, turned the key, and punched the throttle. He knew these woods like the back of his hand. He knew he couldn’t lose a shuttle on an ATV, but he could confuse them with a well planned decoy. Already the shuttle was on him. While it was sometimes tricky to find biological targets using shipboard scanners, it was no trouble at all to lock onto the infrared signature of an engine pushed hard. He looked briefly over his shoulder. He couldn’t hear or see the cloaked shuttle, but that was alright. While they were cloaked they couldn’t effectively see him either. The ATV bounced and bucked, but finally he came out on the narrow trail he was looking for. It led straight down a steep hill before leveling out into the flood plain of a small stream. He gunned the motor, gaining as much speed as possible, then popped the clutch into neutral. The ATV jumped over the lip of the decline, the deep ruts in the trail keeping it on track. James wasn’t on it. He was hiding in a deep ditch, scratched up from his leap off the speeding ATV. He wouldn’t have much time to get away, but all he needed was a few minutes to confuse the pilot. His ploy worked. He could see the passage of the shuttle in the swaying of the trees. James turned around and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was one of the fastest runners in his platoon and now it was going to save his life. (OOC: I'm leaving it open on purpose. We'll see what happens. ^_~) |
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| ~Scout~ | Nov 20 2008, 11:24 PM Post #20 |
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((A Scout 'n Cemp collaboration.)) Reg found himself in complete surprise in what was happening. The whole thing had been a setup, and he most likely knew who it was. They had gotten a fair warning that the AF were defintely up and about, but the trouble was that their actions and behavior were very ambigious. They had no clue on how much info the AF knew about them, whether the AF had an idea of their movements, and so on. Reg, Bel, Kat and James had been essentially in the dark of what the AF's moves going to be, their intelligence on their own moves; while they could lay in wait like a trap, and try to capture the one of the soldiers to gain their own intelligence, they had no clue if the AF knew their trap, and were even after them again. The information that they had essentially 'learned' from someone special had been left the possibly reformed group's actions and motives rather difficult to predict. Hence, they were never sure if the AF come back or not, but there was a sinking feeling that Reg and Bel knew they would come back. At the same time Reg's mind was put into confusion, Bel seemed to curse outloud; he deftly believed that James was behind this. This thought was momentary, however, as both Reg and Bel's instincts took over, and they transformed. They soon might have regretted taking such an action because the metal net they were caught in was not ordinary; it was metal marvel created that could only have been created by nano technolog, where the metalic lines were specificly designed on a molecular level to attach their transformed skin like velcro. Once attached, the tiny molcular barbs would actually sap the electrical energy out them, thereby quickly rendering them incapable of sustaining their form; thus putting them into a tired, human form. Far above Reg and Belugugan, in orbit, space-time was unceremoniously torn asunder. A silvery-white vessel soared out of the resulting Gate. This vessel was a scalloroth; more specifically, this scalloroth was LS Are, a lesser scalloroth assigned to long range missions. In particular, he was searching for an ancient relic, which he believed to be on the surface of Trassurz, hiding somewhere. The progenitor relics could be elusive, but Are was almost certain that the distinct imprinting on even an unpowered artifact would betray its location quickly. He set about scanning the surface of the planet, which would be the preliminary stage of his searching. Reg and Bel were finding them in an almost literally sticky predicament. Even with the hard, carapace-like shells that had formed all over his body (A trait that had been thanks to accidently absorbing bees), the metal net stuck to him. While it wasn't imposible to get off, the fact that he was hanging in the with gravity dragging him down made it impossible for him not to touch the net; although he had yet to become aware that his energy was being sapped away by it. Further more, his struggle to break through had wasted energy in vain; it appeared that the net was much stronger than it appeared. Frustrated and feeling himself tired, he began to seek out any external source of eenrgy he could grab at. Even though he not moved his body as a whole through the net, the holes were just big enough to send tentacles through. One wipped around and caught an unfortuntate member who had been too close and thought the target couldn't touch him. The man quickly found himself in a nightmare, his body paralyzed for the tentacle wrapped around his neck and seeped into his spinal column. His body going limp, all he could was observed as he felt into the a net of more tentacle that slipped into his entire body. Bel had two ways of feeding, the natural way, and the more parasitic way, which involved subsuming his prey with the tendrils that infected his host's/prey's body. The man not only felt the wingling tendrils that felt like worms crawling inside of him, but also felt the influencing beastial instincts that flood his mind. Soon, the man, fighting in vain to keep his humanity, that it would matter, would be no more, his the cells being fused into Bel's structure as his own. Having a much more lengthened reach he reached for whatever other energy source he could get at. The appendage whipped around in vain to find more prey, but it smacked onto the rock formation...and felt a juicy power source right beside it. He didn't know what it was, but all that he cared getting more energy to keep up his struggle. Not that i would matter, as him alone would be unable to do anything. Are's gaze over the planet slowly and gradually covered the surface, lazily inspecting the terrain for the artifact. He believed that this would be an easy job. Unless the relic had somehow made its way into a civilized area, there would be little trouble for him once it was found. Eventually his search produced results, as a mental blip rang through his mind. The artifact had been located. He quickly ran a quick check of the surroundings. There was a city somewhat close by, but not close enough to be of any consequence. The artifact was in a forest, so unless a hiker happened by, Are would have no trouble. The bottom of Are's forty-meter chassis fluidly opened and a small machine shot out of it, straight into the atmosphere, heading for a location within a couple of miles from the relic. It had been three minutes since he had left the gate. Bel made a grasp for the power and nabbed it. Whatever it was, it was small enough to slip through the holes of the net; but then something odd happened. Just as soon as it slipped inside of his main body and he attempted to sap the energy from it, it was like an electrical bomb had been set off. Eletrical energy rippled through his body in a shockwave, emanated by the odd power source; and it seem to actually, momentarily daze both Reg and Bel. Although he quickly regained his ability to move, Bel could feel a gripping sensation inside of his body and mind, as his body essentially function his entire brain, in a sense. It was like a hand made of bristles was gripps his heart, although his real heart wasn't being attack; and despite no matter how much he tried, the thing would not come loose at all. He could not seperate it, as if the thing willed itself to stay inside despite all his best efforts. Further more, he was no longer able to fully tap into this power source, and combined with his attempt to rid of it and his struggle in the net, he was soon unable to sustain his form. He began to slowly change back to his human form. Are streaked through the atmosphere, not unlike a meteor. Are was also orbiting around the planet, aware of everything that he did on the ground. Are hit the ground with some force, sending up cloud of dirt and pebbles as his flight ended. He immediately got up, about-face, and marched off in the direction of the relic like a particularly motivated homing pigeon, perfectly unaware of what awaited him. |
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