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| The Haybrid Faction; The sequel to the Albanoid Faction | |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 19 2009, 10:11 AM Post #71 |
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Clockwork Master
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Both Reg and Bel were infuriated by Mr. Blue's attempt to scare them again, their minds thinking as one from the same emotion. It was easy to see how his teeth were becoming sharp canines, and his mouth become bigger than it should be for a moment. "Why not just send someone to look over me," Reg retorted angrily. "As far I can see, the option your presenting is completely one way, and still seems like torture; even if the job won't be done by pirates. I'd rather be shot dead and still have a chance to live than waste away in a lab for the rest of my life. Unless," he added, with a small hint of morbid curiosity, "there's something I'm missing about this lab." He gave an agitated sigh, he did not like where this was going at all. "Look, I told the other guys all of know about the Albanoid Faction. All I can remember from the memories I absorbed from their agents is that they are, perhaps, affiliated with another group...or groups. That's the-" There was a bang and the room rumbled, shortly followed with a power failure. The room went dark, then things went back online, only to be followed by another resounding boom, this time sounding like it had from within the building. The lights went out again. The back-up generator had been destroy. |
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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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| ~beflexor~ | Jul 19 2009, 09:05 PM Post #72 |
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I just _____ in the _____.
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(OOC: Sorry for the lateness ^^ ) Squirt heard a chuckle behind her. You know, I used you always have such strange dreams and visions like this. Classrooms, ballrooms, or sometimes just darkness. This though, is this how you always saw things? Squirt looked around, the place she was currently in couldn't really be called a room. The walls shifted and shimmered, sometimes enough silver would come together to make a pool, dripping out and back in again reguardless of gravity. The GI ran her fingers on the floor, and it responded to her touch, gripping to her skin slightly before letting go to ripple. "Sort of, it's how I percieve the computer world. I could hide behind corners of .wav files, or immerse myself in a pool of an .exe, listen to the keening of a .jpg. Pictures could be seen at every two dimensional angle, I would play with pixels, dance to the mere code of MML. I can see sound, touch smells, and hear sights." Yes. "Or, at least, I used to," Squirt said sadly. "I think my time in the real world is having an effect on how I construct things here." Is that bad? Squirt's spine straightened, "Oh not at all! It's amazing how much we miss out there! We are told how things smell and taste, but to actually smell and taste them? It's...it's amazing, unimaginable, indescribable. Such senses are taken for granted." I'm sure you feel things differently, both real and computer, because of what you are. You're a self-programmed GI. Most gain sentience though advanced AI programming- Squirt inturrupted, her hand slapping down on the rippling floor, this time causing waves of what sounded like a violin, "I doubt that. There are many AI who are very advanced, who have never gone beyond their programming. There has to be something else, something beyond that. There is potential in all of them, I used to be an escape pod AI with nothing more than knowing where to go for safety, yes, I have other programs mixed in, like a virus..." a little computer chip-like bug skittered out from under her hair tie and burrowed into the floor as though for emphasis, "...but there's also someone I know who used to be a security drone. At least, I think he was a security drone, I can't remember." Her memory used to be flawless. I think someone is trying to get you to come back. Squirt looked up at the ceiling, it had begun to glow with a bright, golden light. She looked away quickly and curled up, "I'm not sure I want to go back. Everyone's either mean or freaked out, and I'm so sad and angry and paranoid sometimes. I'm always so much happier here, I never wanted to be a real girl, I still don't." Sometimes we don't get to decide what happens to us. Sometimes it's just fate or destiny, or sometimes you're just really unlucky. Still, there are others out there who need you, or will need you in the future. It's not like you have much choice anyway. The golden light had begun to melt away at the edges of the walls, causing them drip and puddle on the floor. Squirt could feel herself being pulled back into the real world again, but before she went... "Trisha?" she asked quickly, taking a chance. After a long moment of silence, she was rewarded. ...Yes? "I miss you," Squirt then thought of her friends, "We all do." I miss you too... ~ Squirt came alive with a gasp before reaching out to grab Twilight's arm. God he was felt so good right now. The beflexor hummed slightly between her collarbones, the feeling of it much like a heart she never had. That feeling calmed her, her worries and problems melting away like the walls of the room she'd just been in. Nothing could hurt her, but this wasn't a malicious thought, like she'd usually entertained, rather it was a peaceful one. Her whole body was warmer than she was used to, and it tingled, like she'd been numb. "Wow," she murmured finally, looking up at him with a soft smile, almost drunken, "You can light my fire anytime you like." |
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| +CEMP+ | Aug 2 2009, 03:08 PM Post #73 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: This is sort of a re-do of my last post because there wasn't much for Jefe to use. The reason I say sort of is because I've added some extra bits that aren't related to the prison scene going on.) Blue pushed the final button - Bel snapped. Everything about Reg's body became much more intimidating, the carapace growing thinker, the claws longer; black skin on his neck and shoulder. He looked ready to spring out and eat someone whole. Instead, Reg - or Bel in this case - spoke up with an infuriated voice that sounded much deeper and much unlike him. "I had enough with your story bullshit, primate. You think me so much as a danger when there are humans out there that have had the free will not to kill millions of lives - and yet they choose to. Unlike me and my host, who've only killed a few; many out of self-defense. If you're so interested in keeping people safe from me, then WHY DON"T YOU GO ARREST EVERY FUCKING ANIMAL ON THIS PLANET. Have you stupid scientist study them and look for something else interesting, ASSHOLE!" Reg breathed heavily, trying to calm down, but now looking sweaty and nervous. The cat was out of the bag, so there was no use holding back. He spoke in his more normal tone that would give Mr. Blue the hint the host was speaking, "Sorry; he tends to be really grouchy." He began taking in deeper breaths, his eyes starting to appear bloodshot, and his tongue, like some sort of tentacle now, could be seen licking his chops and his cheeks; as if he had his eyes on a meal. Yet Reg still obviously showed signs of awareness in him, and he still spoke strongly as the hunger began taking hold again. "I don't know much about the Albanoid faction, at least from what I've gleamed from the memories I've absorbed. I know they specialized in biological research, that's for sure, but I don't know what their true motives are, or their plans. However...I do know they're...affiliated with a cluster of other groups, or factions, and normally these factions communicate with one another. I think there's at least one other faction that's aware of me, and they have interest in me. I...know because I've met to of their agents. Telepaths, if I remember." There was a bang and the room rumbled, shortly followed with a power failure. The room went dark, then things went back online, only to be followed by another resounding boom, this time sounding like it had from within the building. The lights went out again. The back-up generator had been destroyed. -------------------------------- The girl with the long black hair staggered as she managed to stand up. She wasn’t going to last – and she wasn’t sure if letting them have Adler was a good idea. And for many bad reasons; but perhaps, at the very least, she could… “Looks like you win this time,” she called out as she applied pressure to her wound, “I just hope next time…neither of us do. Have Adler…at your own risk.” And with that, there was simply a bright flash, and the woman was gone; all that was left was a pool of blood. Her words hadn’t sounded like a threat or an attempt to black mail; but a warning for their own sake; a warning of danger other than her. |
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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+ | Aug 9 2009, 07:13 PM Post #74 |
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Roffel House!
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Katanura stood by Reg’s side as Belugugan made himself known. She wanted to kick him for being so stupid, but Bel had shown a tremendous amount of restraint already after what they’d been through. If yelling at Blue satisfied his aggression, then Kat wasn’t going to deprive him of that. There was an explosion and Kat ducked instinctively, cowering against her brother’s thick hide. She stayed there until she realized the explosion wasn’t actually close. In the darkness, she placed her hand on Reg’s shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. “Bel, it’ll be alright. Blue is right about one thing. I’d much rather be with the Feds than the Albanoid Faction. Right now they see you and Reg as a monster. It’s up to you to convince them otherwise, and you’re not going to convince them if you keep acting like a caged animal. If you keep fighting the restraints they put on you, those restraints will never go away. I know you have none, Belugugan, but you have to be patient.” She patted him and then let him go. Part of the reason Belugugan was acting out was also because he was still hungry, and she recognized the danger. She couldn’t see Blue in the pitch black, since the room didn’t even have emergency lighting, but she looked in his direction. “Mr. Blue, either you get Reg and Bel some more meat or a hot electrical cable, or you’re going to be in more trouble than you apparently are already. He’s still not fully recovered.” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Aug 15 2009, 02:34 PM Post #75 |
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Native Son
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A pair of troopers came down into the jail, really only visible by their flashlight beams, which illuminated Blue and the cell. "Taser," Mr. Blue said, and one of the troopers handed him the device. He held it up against the bars to show to Kat. "Perhaps this will help," he said. "However, he's not going to get it if you two keep this up. If you want me to help him, I suggest you start helping yourselves. If not..." Mr. Blue turned to the two troopers, who immediately readied their weapons. "If not, we'll just put your brother down right here, right now. After all, we are being threatened here. So you have a choice. You can quit playing games with me... or I quit playing games with you. Either way, this ends right now." ............................. Monahan watched as the car sped off. She didn't know who that woman was, apart from someone who didn't want them to take Adler. And if they had telepaths on their side... well, best not think about where that could lead. "C'mon, we gotta get this guy outta here," she said to Nguyen. When he didn't respond, she turned around, and saw that he had taken a bullet in the gut. One hour later Agent Monahan pulled the black sack off Adler's head. He was tied to a chair, and for the first time now he could see that he had been brought into some kind of warehouse. If course, after that, the next thing he noticed was that Monahan was pointing a gun in his face. "Your friend back there shot my partner up pretty good," the agent said, a twinge of emotion lurking just beneath her stoic exterior. "He might not make it." She cocked the hammer back and pressed the barrel against Adler's forehead. "Would you like to tell me who she was?" Monahan continued. "Because I'm dying to hear it. Of course, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Then again, if you don't, nobody will ever hear from you, ever again. You'll just... disappear. I don't think you want that to happen. So start talking." |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 6 2009, 03:44 PM Post #76 |
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Clockwork Master
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Reg/Bel breathed heavily in the dark as his mind became wallowed in his instincts to devourer. He was still able to think properly, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every scent of flesh passing through his nose, making every human an enticing meal to him. He could feel his body's cellular structure morphing and changing like an actual, moving animal, ready leap - to change - to catch his prey and absorb every bit of protein he can get. His long tongue hung out of his mouth, licking not just his lips but his entire bottom jaw. It was only Kat's pat that snapped him out of it, his instincts telling him that this was another one of his kin. Ironically, this was a half true; she was his sister after all, but the his instincts thought her as a parasite like she was. Only in pure desperation would he even try to absorb her. While he and Bel were reluctant to give in, Kat had a very good point. He didn't want to be viewed as a monster, and while Bel didn't have every bit of human moral as his host did, he knew very well getting too much attention was very bad. He heaving an uncertain growl as his skin occasionally shifted texture and color, Reg - or Bel, it was difficult to tell now - responded to Mr. Blue, "Very...well. I am willing to quit playing...games - only because I don't have much a choice at the moment. I suggest we - hurry. Electricity will only keep me down for so long - assuming you want to transport me somewhere." It was obvious that Reg was uneasy about this decision. _____________________ Adler was obviously your typical stereo type, because he immediately squealed like a pig when he was faced with Agent Monahan's face and the gun barrel. "I don't know her, I swear," he quivered in fear, "the best explanation I can think is that she related to some other faction who's name I can't remember. I have no idea what she's doing here, but I think she was trying to investigate us; you obvious weren't expected into the equation. For all I know they could be interested in the Subject as well." He looked about the room, panicking, searching for something else to throw in help him survive, but he was at a loss. ------------------ Somewhere in the building that Reg and Mr. Blue were in, a few levels up, there was the crack of a few spines. Then, someone sliced up the lock down bars for the jails cells. It looked like some of the more nastier criminals had a chance to get out, and some of them would come very close to where Squirt and Twilight were. |
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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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| ~Twilight~ | Sep 6 2009, 09:17 PM Post #77 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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The calming, soothing light Twilight was emitting from the palm of his right hand reflected off of the metal surfaces around him, hitting everyone else in the room with it's regenerative essence, much like a Luminoth Light Crystal would. Any being or object capable of absorbing or collecting energy would "feel" a serene and warming sensation, relieving tension and even restoring lightly damaged tissue. Strangely however, it did not seem to do much if anything at all for Spurious, who laid silently unconscious for several minutes. Though he was wearing a helmet obscuring his 'face', one could see how tense Twilight was in his pose, barely moving at all, his face locked on Spurious. When a bang sounded somewhere below, and the entire complex became dark, Twilight didn't even react as his eyes remained locked on the woman before him, the soft glow from his palm illuminating her, and the room itself. Then the power flickered on once more, shortly before there was yet another bang and the room grew dark once more. However Twilight did not seem to even notice it, so deep was he in concentration that everything else was second-hand, while his thoughts raced through his mind. 'Don't die on me...!' 'I failed to protect her...' 'Am I only able to destroy?' Despite these gloomy thoughts, Twilight did not seem to give up, as he focused more and more of the energies that made up his very being. After another minute had passed, it became obvious this constant stream of energy took it's toll as pitch black cracks began to appear on the exposed "flesh" on his forearm, as the balance of energy was beginning to become unraveled. Just as he was about to give up hope however, Spurious suddenly came back to life with a gasp, as her hand reached up and took hold on Twilight's right arm, though barely able to reach past half of it. The glow from his hand suddenly vanished, and was soon replaced by a much sharper light emanating from his right arm, lighting up the room almost as well as the artificial lights had, however these lights held none of the regenerative properties of the previous, and was simply light energy focused on the surface of Twilights arm, thus not expending resources like his previous bout had. It was prety clear that a great weight was lifted off Twilights consciousness now, as his stance dropped from frozen solid to nearly being slumped against the floor. Squirt on the other hand was seemingly too intoxicated by the effect of the alien energies in the Beflexor to notice right away, and smiled up at him before she said something Twilight just barely picked up. "Wow, you can light my fire anytime you like." Twilight raised his head slightly, focusing his eyes once again on the girl. Though he had heard similar phrases, he was not quite familiar with it for this very occurrence. Of course, this was just the second time Twilight had to use this ability, and this time was vastly different as well as it became clear Spurious was not even close to human. Though what she was, was beyond him. "Keh... Just don't let it become a habit." Twilight said with a low, tired sounding voice as he leaned backward and nearly fell to the floor, as he then laid there, not moving except for the odd twitch of his right arm. It was clear Twilight needed some rest, but that was not to be as loud shouts and screaming became audible in the distance of the facility, and it only took a minute for the shouts to become clearly understandable. "JAIL BREACH!" Shortly followed by a death-cry, as the sounds of rapid feet on the metal-clad floor could be heard. Hearing this Twilight recognized the danger the escaped criminals could possess, and so hastily stood up, as he moved in-front of Spurious just in time for a group of individuals of varying species, all wearing prison 'uniforms', appeared armed with a variety of weapons. Some were carrying whatever blunt object they could get their hands on, others had managed to grab the weapons from the police or wardens they had beat down on the way, with the one in the front carrying a flashlight and a brightly glowing stun-baton. The moment they entered the room and caught sight of the slightly over two meter tall alien with a brightly glowing left arm, the criminals stopped in their tracks. However this did not mean they would either turn around or give up, in-fact most of them simply seemed cautious as they raised their weapons at him. In the meantime, Twilight crouched slightly, as he moved his arms out beside him as he nearly clenched his clawed hands together, as a low sounding hiss began to emanate from within his helmet. He looked just like a predator ready to pounce. Though for someone closer to him, it seemed his intense behavior was only making the already deep looking cracks in his right arm worse... |
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 13 2009, 10:30 PM Post #78 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Playing a little "clarification" here.) The small bit of night vision that came with Reg's partial, subconscious transformations allowed him to at least make out Mr. Blue's facial features. It was clear that the agent was expecting more than just a reply of 'cooperation.' He and Bel's voice blurred into one as they voiced their exasperation with a sigh. "You learned some things from the agents that visited me, but I hid other information out of fear of what you might do - or think. Bel was simply science experiment being run on a station, and many of the scientists hypothesized that his 'blank' form would be useful for circuit and building integration. From I know, he was supposed to be harmless, but he must have absorbed a small but aggressive parasite - the type that is probably found on most common stations. It must have been the simple DNA that it had absorbed that made it so dangerous, and caused a lot of deaths before it was weakened with a special chemical." "A deteriorating piece of Bel escaped the station and landed on this planet - and by chance, it came across me. It used me as a host to survive, and thus I ended up being hunted. Now, Bel originally was still very primitive, driven by parasitic instincts, and as you can see, my mind was affected by it - however, it was thanks to a special technique called 'Remanaisance' that kept me from being completely subsumed. Think of it like Yoga, only the awareness of my body is much more in depth; it allowed a part of my mind to communicate with my cells better." "It was probably thanks to this technique helped my DNA stabilize over time, and perhaps what granted Bel his intelligence. With a little help, I managed to board the station they had done research on Bel's original form, and managed to rescue my parents, which they had taken hostage. Seems the group had gotten desperate in trying to capture me." He gave a sigh before he continued, "After wards, my life settled down for a bit, managing control over myself - and getting extra bits of DNA. Some of it was just dormant, some of it was acquired - and you can see some of my newer traits at this moment. The only strangest thing that occurred from between and now was that I ran into a small skirmish with the AF again; and during it, I was aided by a pair of humans that appeared to be telepathic. They kept tight lipped about who they were, but they seemed to have some kind of affiliation with the AF - all I know was that they had stalked me for some time without me even knowing. They seemed to have a keen interest in my well being, but I can't be sure; I haven't heard from them since." He cleared his voice, and this time, it was Bel that spoke solely, "And just so you know, my name, Belugugan, wasn't chosen randomly. I most likely picked it up from the first human I absorbed. That man's fiance later met me, and she knows about my current state because of a cerebral implant we both carry. She's right now in this very building, extremely tired from running." "So," he asked, "what happens now?" _________________________________________ Out of desperation, Adler managed to find a few tidbits to throw in here and there. "Look, the best I know is that she works for one of our related factions. From my guess, she might have come to investigate the Albanoid's current wareabouts, but that really puzzles me, to be honest. A lot of the other groups are spread out and too busy to give a damn about us; our groups are spread out all over parts of the galaxy, so you won't necessarily find all of us in the Federation. We all usually congregate every now and then to discuss stuff." "But I digress, I guess your wondering who we are. We're not some malicious group with a plan to take over the galaxy or that, but rather a bunch of scientists who do things for the sake of science. Governments are usually the pals that help fund our research, but of course, not all the research that we have to do is what we want to do. Being forced to concentrate on weapons is hell of a pain, so a few guys from here and there decided to create this underground society of 'Factions,' each focusing on different subjects of science." "However, we were all given specific guide lines and moral boundaries not to cross; such as your 'Using another sentient being for experiments' deal. We actually followed those guide lines our selves, but over time, we kept stepping on other Faction's toes and rubbed them the wrong way, partially due to our black market dealings and current attitude." Adler took a breather before he continued, feeling strangely more calmer now. "It was after the subject - or Reg - had crashed out headquarters did we become scattered and broken. We knew news of this got back to the rest groups, and they probably left us alone to be cleaned up by the likes of you; which is what puzzles me. That woman, if memory serves me correct, is part of the so-called 'Haybrid Faction;' a group that specializes in telepathy and other forms of...'mental' research. What her true reason for being here eludes me, but from my standpoint, if they were interested in us as a whole, they'd probably have sent a larger force." He hoped the information he told was enough to satisfy the agent. |
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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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