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The Haybrid Faction; The sequel to the Albanoid Faction
Topic Started: Oct 17 2008, 10:23 PM (3,387 Views)
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Reg just sluggishly crawled out of the net, as though there wasn't any danger at all. He was aware of it, of course, but the energy had almost completely sapped from him; although, as soon as he fell out of it, he start to feel his strength returning to him. The net, they both thought in realization, it was draining the energy from me all this time, but...how?

He didn't try to dwell on it, however, as there where far more important things to worry about. In particular, what had just scared off all the rest of the troops all of sudden; and where was that stupid, gut wrenching stench coming from, they both exclaimed. The smell made him want to morph and warp his body with small, random partial-transformations; and he want to do it constantly, but his lack of energy at first, made it difficult for him to do.

However, the strangers little object that he absorbed into his body refused go out was actually giving him at least some of it power to him. He could sense the massive energy inside of him like a warm, tingling object lodge in him; but despite his greedy attempts to take more it it, the object would just completely stop sending him energy entirely until he stopped he stopped his act. He would have tried more tricks, but there wasn't much time and it too wasn't his primary concern. As long as it wasn't killing him, that was fine.

In only a few short seconds, he felt like he could stand, but only weakly. It was difficult enough for him to do it too. he looked at James, feeling actually thankfully that he had saved him, and Bel realized the man had only run away to dodge the bullets, and come back. Maybe he isn't such a dumb human after all, Bel thought. He tried to smile, but even trying to do it caused him to nearly tumble to the ground.

"So-o-o-o-o tired. The - net, it drained almost all of my energy. I don't think i could - r-run if...my life...was on the line.

He then turned to the two strangers, and they were surely both strange. The one that looked like a girl - it was hard for him to tell in the dark, but judging by the shap, she was a female - had this strange electrical sensation no other humans had. Then, the most strangest of them all, and what he believed to be he source of he stench, was this odd solider that looked like a Gfed. The smell was more revulting that usual, and it was driving his body nuts; in other words, the bestial intincts that affected him. It was like trying to control a wild dog, his body doing partial transformations that was not of his own will. Everynow and then a part of his body would melt, morph and change; hisd hands might temporarily grow claws; parts of his skin might turn pure black (Which was covered in a nasty, toxic slime); or it was could grow a hard shell like a bug; and even his back, where his shoulder blades were, bulged occaisonally.

There was nothing drastic, but it did happen all over his body; and it would have used up his energy if he had not noted the gas mask used by an Albanoid soldier. Even with it on, his sensitive nose could still pick up a small tinge; thankfully, it got his body to stop wasting energy.

"Who - who are you people," Reg spoke to them in a tired voice, a bit muffled by the mask.

Before he could say anything, however, another ship, this one Federation standard, hovered above them with soldiers in it. Hearing the command, he knew there wasn't nothing he could do at the moment. Bel's pride felt hurt as he and Reg had no choice but to do as they said. There was no way he could fight back right now.
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James honestly had nothing against the Galactic Federation, and although he claimed citizenship under the rebellious Albanoid Faction, he knew the GFed were rightfully here to investigate the attacks. He was actually grateful for their arrival, because they at least temporarily secured his and Reg’s safety. Anything was better than being carpet bombed and shot at.

James got to his knees and carefully set his hunting rifle on one side and his hunting knife on his other. The chamber on the rifle was open to show the gun was unloaded and that he was safe to approach. He then sank to his stomach and put his hands behind his head.

Two soldiers came up and quickly cuffed him. He muttered a word of warning about them doing the same to Reg, but they kept a safe distance from the man. James wasn’t sure to be relieved or alarmed, because their caution indicated that they knew enough about Reg to understand that he could be dangerous.

James kept his mouth shut as he was escorted to a nearby police gunship. He knew the interrogation would come soon enough, and he wasn’t sure he could get Reg out of the debacle they found themselves in.
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Squirt nearly disappeared on the spot the moment the Federation ship showed up. Chances were they hadn’t yet got a definite number of people yet, and she was more likely to show up more similar to a dead body than a live one in a scan, especially considering there were several lying around already. The others in the area would likely mention that she was here though, and they would go looking for her until they found the shiny little disk that was the Beflexor, the only thing that was left of her when she reentered the virtual world.

It would be best to keep that little thing to herself for now.

Another reason was that the Beflexor had reacted when she saw Reg, a thing that had never happened before. Did that mean it had some kind of connection to him? Or to Trisha? A thrill of excitement went through the GI. Maybe he had answers she sought, and just when she was beginning to think that coming to Trassurz was a waste of time. A big grin spread across her face like a child who’d just gotten a gigantic birthday present.

The smile instantly vaporized when she laid down on the ground.

Things, thousands of them, tiny, miniscule things were on the ground, moving, crawling, squirming. She could feel them on every inch of her skin that touched the ground and she whimpered. Quite often in the virtual world, viruses were often represented as small insects. While she was part virus herself, she had changed a lot in time, was she succeptable to viruses now? Biological ones? Tiny little bugs that crawled around on her skin and burrowed into it, leaving little holes that would seal up and leave them in there until she was nothing more than a hive of things, laying their eggs and buzzing around forever.

Her whimper became more of a whine and she began to squirm like an insect herself.

She felt trapped like this. Laying on the ground, vulnerable. When she in her own virtual world she could jump wherever she wanted, it was all at her fingertips instantly, not like this wretched existence where people were pushed around all the time and locked up in cages forever.

And ever.

And ever.

“Hurry up!” She shrieked suddenly, “I want off the ground now! I want to be let up. I want to go, please. I just want to go. I promise to be good. Don’t keep me somewhere dark. Or small. I want to run. I want to get up. And go. And leave. And things are crawling on me!” She took a deep breath and screamed. A flock of nesting birds nearby became startled, taking flight and rustling the leaves on the trees.

Squirt then knew why Trisha would sometimes faint in confined spaces, and wished she could do the same.
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(OOC: Sorry this took so long. I've finally been able to get online for more than ten minutes without this damn computer crashing.)

A half dozen troopers filed out of the gunship, weapons drawn. Two of them immediately went over to where James lay on the ground and slapped a pair of cuffs on him as they read him his rights. They collected his hunting rifle and escorted him inside the ship.

Reg was a bit more delicate to deal with. The troopers had been briefed, of course, that while he may look like a normal young man he was in fact an incredibly dangerous creature. They weren't taking any chances. The lead trooper drew a dart gun and fired a tranquilizer into Reg's neck. It was a potent sedative, designed for taking down big game like grizzly bears and grenchlers. It should keep Reg and Bel down for at least a couple of hours.

As they carried his prone form into the gunship, they troopers turned their attention, and their weapons over to Trish and Twilight. "Identify yourselves," the lead trooper said. "State your business, or we'll have you arrested."
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Twilight was unsure of just HOW to explain the situation he had found himself in, before him stood a human who's body seemed to be continously changing, until he took a gasmask from somewhere and put it on, next a gfed police gunship descended onto the scene, making the man beside the strange looking person put his gear down on the ground along with himself, shortly followed by Squirt, who then seemed to get some kind of phobia attack...

Twilight had read quite a bit of human physiology and psychology, and knew that it was not unusual for many humans and several other species to have an odd 'sickness'. Perhaps Squirt had her own that made her really scared off... Laying on the ground? Either that or she was extremely sensitive to the things on the ground, as he could see nothing 'crawling on her'. 'Humans are so strange...' He thought as he looked toward the soldiers filing out of the gunship, putting handcuffs on the human dressed in hunting gear, and shooting some sort of sedative into the neck of the strange one, before approaching Twilight and Squirt.

"Identify yourselves," the lead trooper said. "State your business, or we'll have you arrested."

Twilight did not go down on the ground like Squirt or James, he simply stood immobile the entire time and now just spread his arms a little with his palms open to show he was not carrying any weapon.

"Mercenary Twilight, I was hired as a bodyguard for Miss Winters during her... Trip... Into this forest," Twilight began, though he was a mercenary and his 'name' was Twilight, he made up the part about him being hired by Squirt, as they would more than likely ask about their connection otherwise, which was just a chance meeting and thus rather suspicious. "we were ambushed and my ship was shot down nearby to here, after that we were attacked by whom I assume tried to capture that man over there." He finished, nodding with his helmeted head in Reg's direction. Hopefully Squirt would follow-up on his little 'addition' to the story, of course, it was'nt a complete lie, he had offered to escort her OUT of the forest, even if he was never truly hired for it.
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Squirt could feel herself coming undone, like a poor piece of programming against a hacker’s onslaught.

Then, just as she was about to cut and run, escape into the virtual world and spark pull everyone in the area, she heard something that was like a cold slap in the face, bringing her back to her senses.

Miss Winters.

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself. “Shit. Shiiiit.”

Although Trisha was, in every sense of the word, dead, some of the more obscure branches of the Galactic Federation still kept their ears perked for any sign of Trishadarian Winters, be it direct or indirect.

Trisha had left her mark in a lot of places and in a lot of ways.

While the surname Winters wasn’t exactly uncommon, it might cause some old enemies to stir, like a long dead cat bloating in the sun. When Squirt had said the name to Twilight, she hadn’t expected Feds to become involved. When humans introduced themselves they always provided a last name, to do otherwise would be weird.

If they ran a check and found ‘Winters’ to bring up classified information, they would likely bring her in. They would run detailed scans. No heartbeat. Scant seventy-two degree body heat. No internal organs. Odd device attached to body.

While people wouldn’t likely suspect her to be a GI, they would know she wasn’t human. They would know she wasn’t anything normal at all.

Her only chance was to go along as she had been: play dumb, female human. Suddenly the feeling of the near microscopic creepy crawlies didn’t seem so bad. Not compared to what could potentially happen.

“Yes, my name is Spurious Winters,” she winced inwardly. Spurious wasn’t exactly a human name, or any kind of name for that matter, but to change it now would cause suspicion with Twilight. If she wrapped too many lies too tightly, they would snap and unravel. “I have to apologize for my actions, I was a little nervous. First the ambushing and then being shot down. It all just happened so fast! I was only here for a nice hike out in the woods, it’s so nice to get out from my home in the city once in a while.” She looked despairingly at Twilight, but inside she was seething at him.

Just how the hell was his mercenary story supposed to hold up when she was naked and wrapped in a bed sheet? Things would have been easier if he’d claimed she was an escort of some kind. It would explain the sheet, her kinky green hair, and, most of all, people got uncomfortable getting into the details, and tended to opt out.

When your life was on the line, your dignity took a backseat.

Still, unless the guys made some assumptions, that chance was lost.

Squirt then thought of that human. At least, maybe he was human, the one that seemed connected with Trisha somehow. If she had to escape from this she was going to take him with her, she had questions that he might have answers to.

Fed or not. Whoever these guys where, they were probably going to play nicer with him than she would.
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Katanura rotated her half-full coffee mug between nervous fingers. She was only allowed to stay on the narrow trail between the couch in the living room and the nearby bathroom. She inwardly hoped that Reg and Bel wouldn’t come home, but she had no idea what was happening a couple of miles from her house.

“I… want to propose a deal. Yes, Reg can be dangerous at times, but he’s never been that way with me. If you do end up taking him into custody, will you let me come? He might go feral with you guys if he’s convinced you’re going to lock him up forever, but he trusts me. I think you might be surprised how stable he is, even when his life is in danger, if you just talk to him.”

She purposefully left out the existence of Belugugan. Let them believe that Reg was only physically half monster, half human. Belugugan could introduce himself if he wanted to, but she wanted him to have that freedom. It might be the last one they had.

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James stayed quiet in the gunship as four soldiers struggled to carry the surprisingly heavy prone form of Reg into the ship. He looked at his unconscious friend and sighed. Were the Feds here because of the firefight he and Reg had gotten stuck in earlier? Or were they just waiting and watching for an opportunity to legally snatch Reg? He had no idea, but he knew he was in as much trouble as Reg was.

Although James’s record was clean and actually contained a pretty decorated military career, it was a military career on the wrong side. The Feds and the Albanoid Faction had always been at each others throats, and it looked really, really bad that an ex-AF soldier was hanging out with an AF accident. They had every right to suspect that they were planning something against the Feds. If James was in their shoes, he’d assume the same thing. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to convince them otherwise.

But, like them, he really hoped they dosed Reg with enough sedative to at least get him contained before they started questioning him. James needed Reg and Belugugan to be fully cognizant and willing to talk, not a crazy, wild creature hell bent on killing and eating everyone involved.

“I would keep a close eye on him. He tends to recover fast from things,” James warned, shifting his weight as he watched his friend’s chest slowly rise and fall with each sleeping breath.
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“I… want to propose a deal. Yes, Reg can be dangerous at times, but he’s never been that way with me. If you do end up taking him into custody, will you let me come? He might go feral with you guys if he’s convinced you’re going to lock him up forever, but he trusts me. I think you might be surprised how stable he is, even when his life is in danger, if you just talk to him.”

Captain Mason considered Kat's proposal for a second. It would definitely be advantageous to have to have an inside track, especially the next of kin. Plus, in his experience, when it came to getting answers the soft approach often yielded better results than the hard approach. Really, he could find no reasons to object.

"Very well," he said. "Come with us."

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“I would keep a close eye on him. He tends to recover fast from things,” James warned the troopers as he and Reg were being loaded into the gunship.

"Don't worry," one of the troopers responded, patting a case full of hypos on his belt. "He starts stirring, we'll give him a booster."

...........................

"Lieutenant, I need you to come take a look at this," a female trooper said, grabbing her superior. Reg and James were already secure in the gunship, and the troopers were doing a quick sweep of the area while Twilight and Spurious were made to sit and wait.

"What is it?" the Lieutenant asked.

"I went ahead and ran the names of those other two," she said, indicating towards Twilight and Spurious. "This Twilight, he checks out. Known as a merc, but he's not registered with the Hunter's Guild. Works on the outer planets, mostly. He's done some government work, but not much."

"So he's clean?"

"Well, not quite." She scrolled through the file on her handheld. "I did get a flag from Naval Intel. Seems they've got some kind of interest-"

"That's spook stuff," the Lieutenant interrupted. "We don't need to be getting involved in that. What about the girl?"

"Well... that's the more interesting one." She started to bring up another file as she spoke. "I came up with nothing on her. And I don't mean no priors on her record... I mean no record period. Not so much as a driver's license on file. It's as if she never even existed."

"Probably a phony name then," the Lieutenant said, that fact seeming to be fairly obvious to him.

"That's what I thought," the trooper replied. "But I did get a hit of another kind." She showed him the file, a lengthy criminal record of a young woman named Trisha Winters.

Trisha had quite the resume. She was part of a crew of smugglers who sailed aboard the Grace. Count upon count of smuggling, trafficking, larceny, evading authorities... you name it, these kids had done it. But the relevant part came at the end of the file, where one Spurious Winters was listed as one of Trisha's alleged contacts.

And then there was the picture. Spurious, or whatever her name was, was a dead ringer for Trisha. She looked a few years younger, her face perhaps a bit thinner, but the differences were superficial at best. Based on that and the last name, it was clear to the Lieutenant that they were dealing with Trisha's sister.

"We'll have to bring her in," he said. "See what she knows."

He and the trooper walked over to where the others were standing. The Lieutenant wasn't quite sure what to make of the green-haired girl just yet, standing in the middle of the woods wearing nothing but a sheet, with a hired bodyguard. But, they weren't here to judge. Perhaps it was nothing more innocent than her going for a swim and someone stealing her clothes while Twilight wasn't looking.

"Ms. Winters," the Lieutenant said, approaching her and Twilight. "I need you to please come with us, we need to ask you a few questions. I assure you you're not in any kind of trouble."

While her nerves were probably about to go into overdrive at this point, Squirt's fears about the million terrible fates that could befall her were almost entirely unfounded. They had their weapons lowered, and they made no move to arrest either of them. Truth be told, the troopers weren't really interested in her personally; they were only interested in her connection to Trisha, who was, after all, a wanted fugitive. As long as she cooperated, or at least appeared to cooperate, they cared little about her true nature. She could've been Twilight's cybernetic pleasure doll for all they cared, so long as she provided the answers they were seeking, or if not then some decent alternative. And as long as she gave them no reason to be suspicious of her, they wouldn't probe any deeper than what they could with questioning.

"Feel free to lock onto our trajectory," the Lieutenant said, turning to Twilight. "As soon as we're done with our interview, Ms. Winters will be returned to your custody."
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Squirt’s façade of stupidity dropped instantly. Her blue eyes became intense, her stance changed, she was no longer a young woman scrabbling at a bed sheet and gawking dumbly at everything around her. Anyone studying her movements would find them difficult to read. While Squirt had many human attributes, she had never grown up as one, practiced. Her motions were more fluid, careful, alien. As though she were both very careful and able to destroy at her whim. Anyone in meatspace wouldn’t recognize it.

She moved like a virus.

Her brain ran through a thousand thoughts at once. There was a chance that nothing would go wrong. There were plenty of times when Ben was stopped by a surprise search team. He always managed to run everything smoothly, hiding Trisha, the contraband, even pushing his nudie magazines into a vent so there was no reason for them to search further.

Still, it wouldn’t take much.

There was an easier way out too.

As the GI stood up her head tipped back and she half closed her eyes. Everything flashed blue and she saw something in all the people around her. Soulsparks. Rip and run. That euphoric feeling as they flashed in her hands, disappearing to who knew where, she craved it really. She reached over.

In the end though, no matter what she did, she always reverted back to the little eight year-old girl she’d started as, as well as the number one emotion that went with it: Fear. She was scared of everyone around her. Scared of herself. Scared of what she could do.

“Okay,” she said, defeated. “I’ll go with you. I can’t make any promises though.”

Squirt followed the Lieutenant quietly.
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Reg mostly stirred through out most of the trip, but whenever he was about to awake, he quickly put back to sleep. The soldiers were very good at keeping track of Reg's state, and didn't let their guard down at all. Reg almost tried to grab the solider but was given a dose just in time before his black claws would have tried to get into his skin; and the claws contained a nasty toxin. Only when he was drugged did the claws receded.

However, though the trip was short - around half an hour to be exact - it seemed that Reg's body was getting better and better at filtering the drug; no doubt because it was mildly aware that this foreign stuff just kept getting into it. By the time they had gotten to the station, they had gotten down to the last two tranquilizer capsules, and just as they were putting him in a separate cell, Reg began to go berserk.

He twisted about, almost as if he had been awake the whole entire time and was just waiting for an opportunity; and he had almost gotten one when he nearly managed to chew off one of the Feds neck, where the black, plastic material between the metal plates was exposed. Fortunately for the soldiers, Reg couldn't make any major transformations, as his body has used up a lot of protein in the process; even though he was fully charged now. He was given a swift kick and the soldiers managed to get out of the cell before he could try and get out. They could see him growling and snarling like a wild animal, his eyes bloodshot and his mouth gnashing. He tried lashing out in vain with his clawed at first, and then sprouted a few tentacles to reach farther, but to no avail. They could only go a slighter long length than his arm, chiefly because of how weakened he had become since the fight.

To he soldiers looking at him, Reg looked like a rabid dog with rabies, and even more so with the fact that he had no clothes at all.

It was this hunger was the reason for crazed his blood lust, which was partially apparent in the way he gnashed his teeth. It wasn't just a hunger that came from his mind but from his body as well. His body - every single cell in his body acting as one to form a 'collective conscious - knew when it needed meat badly; knew that without it, it would not be able to support it itself. It knew it needed protein like it knew it needed to breathe, and without it, it would die.

And like a beast desperate for life, the body's primitive instincts became active, and this caused Reg and Bel to do the same; as if the two minds and body thought as one.

It was a blood lust that Reg and Bel had struggled to control, and it was an experience that only one person seemed to understand better than Kat...

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Having tied her chestnut brown hair into a bun in order to keep it from getting tangled from not only the electronic equipment she worked on, but from the rest of the hardware that lay all about the place, the woman worked happily while humming to herself. She looked to be in her twenties, and while not having dashing looks, her face held a serene, white face that spoke of a mature and smart mind; and she appeared to hold a tall body with a decent build. Occasionally, though, her ocean blue eyes, along with a widening smile, would glimmer with the look of a mad scientist on the verge of a break through.

The house she worked in was a mess - or more accurately, a scrap yard. All sorts of various electronic equipment - from new to old - littered the hallways, kitchen, dining room, and pretty much every other part of the house. It was a wonder how she moved all about the place.

Ohhhh, she could feel the ecstasy of finishing her little project and testing it out. She just needed to carefully place this part in with her as she held it in her tweezers an-

Her head reeled upwards momentarily, dropping the piece on the table and damaging a part of her project at the same time. Not that it mattered, for she could feel an animalistic feeling creep into her brain, as if she wanted to bite someone hands off. Only, this feeling lasted for about a few short seconds before something in the back of her head 'clicked' and the feeling was gone.

However, it was enough to change her mood completely from a slightly eccentric woman to one deeply worried and serious. And normal.

They're...they're in trouble, she exclaimed.
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