Special Branch: Santos by NEEDY

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

Wisp struggled into consciouness with a deep and painfull groan, his head was bandaged beyond belief. He pulled up some loose threads so he could get a clear vision of the med bay celing. He tried to move his head but a wave of agony passed over him.

"hello? Anybody here??" the noise shattered through his ears like gunshots. He waved his arms hoping this silent gesture would be more effective- his brain obviously wasnt on form yet.

OOC- oh what story! ill try and get Wisp back in fighting shape soon enough

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Sunday, August 5, 2007 8:01 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC:
He's alive. ALIVE!!! Sorry, Frankenstein moment.
Glad you're back up and running!

Just a thought about this thread.
Since this part of the story (with the crew of The Dwarf) seems to be coming to a conclusion, I thought "Santos" would be a good way for the crew to re-evaluate where they're heading and, in essence, what stories we want to explore next.
Soul's still got a lot of issues to deal with, but there are a lot of characters that haven't been explored, or at least not recently.
Safe, Seryn, the children (haven't heard from you Aprilise for a bit, hope you're ok), SR (if he wants to come back right now - if not with the crew, then revisiting his story at Stalingrad), Rosie... plus many more
There's lots of places to go
There are some pertinent questions to explore too
What has Sykes been up to? Presumably he's on the Epsilon too looking after Fin.
Where are the rest of the crew that haven't been heard of for a while?
Perhaps they could meet up with us at Santos.

Perhaps y'all could throw in some ideas about where you want the story to head.
Of course there's plenty of the recent developments we can incorporate into that - the loss of SR, the death of Milton, the journey of Clayton and Kurren.

Interested to hear what your thoughts/ideas are

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Sunday, August 12, 2007 3:36 PM

OOC: Holy sh**!!! Erm... I suddenly feel like I'm writing with crayons after reading that. I have to echo Wisp, this is a GREAT story! And everyones contributions just make it richer.

I've got a few ideas or thoughts kicking around but as I just walked in the door after driving 12hrs, my mind just doesn't seem to want to cooperate. I'll be back...

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Monday, August 13, 2007 4:31 PM

OOC: Ok, here are some ideas.

- Continue to explore Soul's background. The Expendables and Ciaran storylines are way too intriguing to pass up.

-A story similar to the Drive concept where figures from Seryn's past send the crew on wild goose chases/capers holding the possiblity of Seryn's dead husband being alive and being held as a 'prize'.

-Flechette joined the underground because of what the Alliance/Blue Sun did to her sister. She still is looking for answers holding out the possiblity of undoing her condition. Possible guest appearances by the BDH.

- Kurren's Quest... need I say more?

- A family reunion for Wisp? Could make for an uncomfortable situation with less gunplay and more angst. Parent's want him to finish schooling, and refuse to listen to Wisp's 'reasons'.

- Search for home for Ghost and her siblings.

- Visit Rosie's home world only to find a sinister presence has taken control of the plant beings.

Sorry I don't know enough about SR's background or motivations to suggest anything there, I'll leave that to his capable hands.

Plus I think if we look back, there were some other ideas worth exploring.

Remember, these are just my takes on situations and as such, may be way off base.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007 12:56 PM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

OOC- eventually Im gonna bring In Caged Sparrow and Project:Einstein but not quite yet

Vixen is gonna try and go straight and narrow the hard way.

But lets ride the wave!

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Saturday, August 18, 2007 6:49 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC: Ooh I like! All those ideas sound great and worthy of being explored. Let's hope they get rolling soon.

"What was that?" Amy shot up.
Ghost flinched as the woman called out, stirring from her otherwise peaceful sleep
Flechette stroked the young girl's forehead, easing her back into her peaceful state as she whispered to Amy "What?"

Amy, the growing anxiety clearly straining across her face, moved away from the seat she had been forced to sit in.
"That noise. It sounded like..."

Flechette stood up slowly and walked towards her friend "What noise?"

"It was a... someone calling out, shouting"

"I didn't hear anything" Flechette replied but she could see it was of no use, Amy was making her way towards the locked door. "Amy, get back here" she called in a whisper.

The young woman had her hand on the lever, ready to go after the sound she thought she heard when Flechette's hand landed on her shoulder
"You can't go out there"

"I heard something!" she cried, the tone disturbing the other children too, causing Shadow to stir this time.

"Keep it down" Flechette ordered whispering. "Look I didn't hear anything but even if I did... we can't go out there, not yet, we can't leave the children on their own. Its not safe, for any of us"

"I can take her" Amy said, pulling the lever this time and opening the door a fraction - a fraction before Flechette's other hand stops it.

"Amy..." Flechette begins, before looking at the children. "Just give it another minute. And if... we'll go. Just give them a bit more time"

Amy's face was no longer filled solely with worry, but had an equal measure of anger too. Anger at Milton for allowing him to persuade her to stay and watch the children, anger at herself for not being there with him. But mostly her anger was directed at Ciaran - a woman that had brought so much trouble.
"I should be there" Amy thought to herself "standing side by side with him against this woman"
"Please" Flechette uttered, her words drenched with concern, enough to melt some of the anger from her friend's face.
With that Shadow was awake, sitting up in her bed across the other side of the room. Even from there, she could feel the tension in the air, she could see the tears in Amy's eyes that told her all she needed to know about something not being right
"What's going on?" she asked

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Saturday, August 18, 2007 7:03 AM

Who we are depends on the outcome of the struggle between who we were and who we want to be

The Dwarf drifted closer and closer to The Epsilon as it prepared to lock.

Inside the Dwarf, Safe loaded the automatic pistol, and slipped it into his side holster before grabbing the sonic blaster and clutched it with both hands.
The weapon had been given to the team by Liam - a means to disable the target without killing them - and it was certainly a bold and generous gesture considering how the captain had been treated.

"Ok then, are we ready?" he said to the team assembled
Seryn shot him a glance as if to say "I've been ready all my life" but no words came out.
Instead Maxine jumps in with "Sorry, I really gotta pee"

Safe and Seryn exchange looks
"Now she goes?"

"Nervous bladder" the mechanic calls back as she disappears into the toilet
She is barely in there for a few seconds before her face pops out again. "Hey, you might wanna see this"

Safe's face drops to one of quiet disgust. "Er... no you're alright"

"No. You've gotta see this"

The two of them walk over to her as she continues "I don't know what it means but..."

Safe peeks in first and stops suddenly.
He is quiet and does not seem to want to let Seryn in. This only makes her more agitated as she pushes by him.

There on the mirror is a message left for her, scrawled by a man she had been ignoring for too long. And now maybe it was too late.

The message "Deal me out" burned through her eyes and into her heart.

Just at that moment, The Dwarf jolted and clunked as it connected with the crew's stolen ship.

OOC: Okay, so I left it fairly open with regard to who was going with the team - so far its just Maxine, Safe and Seryn I mentioned, but there could easily be others prepared to retake their ship. So feel free to include them (I didn't want to assume which others were going)

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Saturday, August 18, 2007 7:08 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

Vixen woke suddenly, catching her breath in her mouth as her head flinched back. A flash of light was there in her eyes and thenit was gone again, disappearing as the dark pupil of her eyes swallowed it whole.
She blinked a few times as she ascertained her surroundings, and tried to remember what had just happened.

She was in the medi-bay, mere feet from the cockpit.
A bent metal tray lay on the floor beside her and droplets of blood speckled the doorway.
She shook herself and felt the discomfort of what could only be a heavy brick in her head where her brain should be.
She slowly lifted herself from the floor and gained her footing.
There was something familiar in her memory that she couldn't quite place. Something she needed to remember, but couldn't reach.
Then she saw it. A shoulder leaning against the side of the doorway, still.
She staggered towards the cockpit and reached for the body.

"Needy" she said with a dry voice.
The male companion was unconscious and his breathing was shallow, but he appeared to be alive. Blood splatter covered his shirt whilst his chest was scarred with small little pock marks.

Familiar. Something. Something she couldn't quite remem...

She looked up and was hit with the sight of another body, laying just as still on the other side of the room.

She lumbered over to Milton, overcoming the noticable pain in her ankle as she did so.

"Hey" she croaked, as she crouched beside him.
She felt afraid as she stared into his lifeless eyes, still open but drooping. There was nothing there, no response, not even shallow breathing. Just a bruised neck and a look of lost hope.
She pressed her fingers against his neck and felt for a pulse but she knew it was hopeless. There was no pulse anymore, just like there was no breath nor future residing in the body of this young man.

She collapsed to the floor beside him and bit her lip to fight back the many emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Remember." She pleaded with herself. "Remember."

Then, all of a sudden she did.
She had seen it all.
The three of them were beaten.
She didn't quite know how, but Ciaran had done it. Blindsided them all.
First she shot Needy, weakening him to a point that he was no longer of use.
Then it was Vixen's turn. She gave as good as she got, but ultimately Ciaran beat her aswell. Would have finished her off too if it wasn't for Milton.
Milton, the poor soul who only wanted to do the right thing... he suffered the most.
Vixen couldn't do anything. She was barely hanging on, but before she blacked out she saw it.
Ciaran had shown no mercy as she slowly took his life.
The last thing Vixen remembered before passing out was Ciaran turning towards her, looking at her with her dark soulless eyes. And that was it.

Why she didn't take her life, she didn't know.
But it was the last mistake she'd ever make.

The door leading to the hallway was ajar, and Ciaran was no doubt stalking the halls, looking for a place to wait whilst her backup arrives.

Well, if Vixen had anything to say about it, the traitor will be long dead before her friends arrive.

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Saturday, August 18, 2007 12:45 PM

SERYN

Seryn stared at the words, then simply erased them from her attention, she couldn't wasn't going to deal with this now. Objective one was Find Fin, objective two, shoot the f*** out of the monster who had caused all of this trouble.
She paused on reaching the airlock doors, turned and looked at the assembled company. Tooled up to the nines, toting more weaponry each than the average ship more than likely, and formed something of a plan... well, close too... maybe.

"Ok, everyone, guns down - shoot no-one, not leathally anyway - think, think! No crazy antics, you two, and you, head to the back of the ship, funnel everyone... the paused and thought, but it had to be done... including the children, into the front of the ship, you others cover their backs.
Get absolutely everyone in the same room, that way she can'tduplicate one of us, or be somone else. Soul? Get to the front of the ship, you know what to do."

And agonised look crossed her face, she had to be with them, she couldn't go off on personal missions.

"I'll help with the rounding up."

They looked at her, she grimaced - "ok with that?"

on the Epsilon

Sykes rounded the corner cautiously, back pressed against the bulkhead, and froze as he heard movement ahead. She moved arrogantly, slight smirk on her face, and she seemed completely wrong he'd long ago learned that gut instinct was a useful tool, and hoped that she would go elsewhere, leaving him to carry on his business, but no such luck.

She approached and saw him in the shadows only moments before his arm wrapped around her throat, pulled back against his chest with her legs kicked out from under her, it shouldn't have been possible, but somehow Sykes found himself floored, the wrenching pain in his shoulder outdone only by the blinding pain in his head. Still, he hoped he'd done some damage to her - she was limping at least as she moved away down the corridors.
He pulled himself to his feet, trying to ignore the odd angle of his shoulder, and made to follow her, but she'd gone. Groaning he made his way to where the children and those two wommen, the chatty ones, waited.

ooc - hello, long time no see, sorry, i just haven't been in a good place recently, but hope this helps, and it give some hint of what Sykes had been doing (lurking and waiting basically) and gets Seryn back in the thick of it.

As for ideas for the future, I did have a few ideas, i had been trying to set up this secret hideout place as a place for the crew to recuperate and for some quiet drama as opposed to action, and i had thought of something along the lines of investigating Seryns past, but figured i'd lay a few seeds soon then leave it till Needy and Soul had done what they wanted.
But i agree that Santos seem a place to do all that - plus i want to hear more about Kurren etc.

And.. HELLO!

Isn't sanity really a one trick pony, anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy...ooh hoo hoo hoo... the skys the limit!
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Sunday, August 19, 2007 5:04 AM

“You guys ready?” Versa spoke though the earpiece coms she and Wisp had whipped up.

Safe looked around at the boarding party.

To his immediate left was Jack who, like he always did before a mission, had lost the goofball persona and was all business. He nodded curtly to Safe.

In the center stood Soul who, unlike the others, all of his weapons remained holstered or sheathed. He looked not so much like he was about to walk into a hostile situation as he was going to take a walk in the park. Safe found Soul’s calmness to be a bit unnerving.

Maxine and Liam flanked Soul. These two, Safe was unsure of. Maxine, he knew, had military background and as such, knew the drill but Liam… Safe neither liked nor trusted the man, so he realized his take on Liam’s competence might be a bit skewed. He’d have to keep an eye on him. Safe would’ve preferred, one hundred times over, to have the youngster Wisp there instead.

To Safe’s right stood Seryn. She never failed to impress him and her handling of the situation was no different. Weaker women and even men, would be inconsolable with grief, panic and fear at this point, and while Seryn showed and bit of them all, her overriding emotion was grim determination.

“We’re ready.” Safe responded.

“Wisp will track your movements via the new coms. Safe, Jack, Soul and Seryn, yours come equipped with small cameras. Sorry Maxine and Liam, we ran outta time and parts. Stick close to someone with a camera.”

“Ok, here we go! Docking in three, two, one…”

There was a resounding clang as the Dwarf docked with the Epsilon. Safe punched the button and the airlock hissed and opened. Soul took off at a dead run before the door had opened completely.

“Soul!” Safe called after him. “Crap. Ok, lets do this by the numbers. Like Seryn said, guns down, safety’s on, there are children aboard. Trust no and remember the password.”

They all nodded in unison.

Safe held his handgun with both hands; barrel pointed at the floor, his safety off, and entered low, Jack mirroring his movements. The others followed shortly thereafter.

OOC: Hulloo right back, Seryn!!

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007 3:42 AM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

Wisp sat in the Makeshift bed/recliner chair in the middle of the bridge. His head was heavily bandaged and mildly restrained but he could survey the array of monitors arranged in front of him. He could see the Epsilon in front and was slowly guiding towards the docking hatch. A dull thud echoed as the two connected and vibrated through both ships. As Wisp overode the docking clamps Vixen felt the sound on the other ship.

She was stalking the halls lookin for The thing. Her head was still pounding and her vision swam. But she was determined to avenge her friends.

'Friends'?? There was a word she didnt use. Were these people her friends??

As she contemplated her new social situation. Wisp opened the door of the airlock

"Happy Hunting Folks"

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Wednesday, September 5, 2007 6:08 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC: Hey, how's everyone doing? Seems like we've all dried up of late, and although I'm not really in the mood for writing, I figured I'd contribute something.
Oh, and glad to have you back Seryn, hope you're feeling a bit better. Can't wait to see your story develop on Santos.

As Needy remained unconscious, indistinguishable whispers plagued his mind.

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"Hey sweetie," Flechette said feigning a smile

Shadow was not so easily deceived, the young girl could see something was amiss, even if she didn't know exactly what it was.

"What's wrong?" the girl asked

"Nothing's wrong honey" Flechette responded in a calming tone.

Amy's face betrayed her friend's words though. Fear and anger were etched on her face as deep as a scar. There was no use denying anything was wrong, even to a ten-year old.

"What's going on?" the girl asked a second time, raising her voice.

"Nothing" Flechette replied in a whisper, gesturing to her to keep quiet.
Then, when she realised this simply wouldn't do, she went on to explain.

"Listen, you can't wake the others. Nothings wrong. We're just about to land this ship, but the grown-ups just want to make sure its safe first, safe for us to go out there. So they've asked us to stay in here for now. It's no big deal."

Shadow seemed unconvinced

"You trust me right?" Flechette said "It's nothing to worry about. I just thought if your sister knew she might get scared"

Shadow looked at her sister, who still slept peacefully blissfully unaware, then back at Flechette.

"We can keep this between us can't we?"

Shadow smiled and nodded, buttoning her lip

"Good. Now me and Amy are..."

Flechette stopped herself as an unnerving feeling came over her.

She turned slowly and soon realised that whilst she was talking to Shadow, Amy had quietly slipped away, the door still slightly open.

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Amy strutted down the length of the corridor, making her way to the bridge. Things seemed quiet now, but they wouldn't be for long. She couldn't just sit around. She had to do something.

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Thursday, September 13, 2007 5:54 AM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

Wisp was restless. Being sat bandaged into a chair while your friends risked their lives didnt have the endless fun youd expect.

He reminiced of a time in the Academy when he'd been involved in a shuttle accident. Bed rest for 4 weeks while they prodded needles in every orifice. That was the first time He met Vixen actually. Shed been in a fight surprisingly enough and was having her nose patched up while a tall white haired admiral gave her a dressing down. She was however paying absolutely no attention to what he was saying.

It seemed like so much had happened since those simple days. Now it had ended up like this.

"Can someone talk to me please??" Wisp said to the empty cockpit.

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Thursday, September 13, 2007 8:30 AM

OOC: Thanks for the prod, WYSB! I was drawing a blank. This helps immensly. I'll try to post something shortly. It may not be much, but hopefully it'll move things along.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:25 AM

Safe paused at the corner of the secondary compartment. They had entered through the rear hatch, passing through the shower and storage area. The secondary compartment they were in now had, in its original configuration, been a troop seating area but these ships had been popular amongst the core planets as essentially space motor homes. As such the secondary compartments had been converted to resemble train cars from ancient Earth-That-Was, and consisted of a central square of passenger compartments with corridors along the outer hall walls.

Up ahead the corridor turned right and met up with the corridor from the opposite side. Safe and Jack had taken the left corridor while Seryn lead Maxine and Liam down the right corridor. Each team was to check the two rooms down each corridor and meet up at the entrance to the medical/computer room and onto the cockpit.

While Jack watched both corridors, a gun in each hand pointed at an angle at the floor, Safe reached up and touched his head set. “Safe here, what’s up Wisp? Are the cameras working ok? From all we’ve heard, we can’t trust what we’re seeing. You and Versa have to be our eyes.”

Safe looked around. “I know it sounds redundant, but relay everything you see back to us. Have you located Soul yet?”

OOC: I'll post an updated floor plan for the ISSCV shortly.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Thursday, September 13, 2007 10:46 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

OOC: Uh...serious writers block here. I can't figure out what Soul ran off to do!

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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.

Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

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Monday, September 17, 2007 12:14 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC: I'm suffering from word constipation right now too, but I'll give it a shot

A thin strip of light gleamed on the corridor wall across from the cockpit. The door to the control area was only slightly open, but it was enough to welcome in the light that reflected off the circle of Santos.

After having stormed her way through the ship, determined to find out what was going on, her pacing had since slowed. She didn't know what to expect. If "Ciaran" had been stopped, then Milton sure had been a thoughtless hundan to not come and tell her sooner. But what if she hadn't? What if so far they'd failed?
Well then, Amy would have to prepare herself. She was no fighter, not really. But then again, neither was Needy, nor Milton she suspected.
But everyone does what they can. Right?

The ship was silent. The engines had stopped running and not even the purr of them could be heard anymore. It was as if all power had been shut off, and the only thing that made a sound now was Amy's own breathing.
Or maybe that was all in her imagination.

Reaching the doorway, she paused, listening intently for any sound that might be emanating from the room.
Nothing.
At least none she could make out.
She could tell herself the place was empty, and just walk back to her room. She didn't need to step inside only to find out that there was nothing there.
"Ciaran" had probably been stopped and was unconscious, locked up and currently stored somewhere in one of the storage rooms.
There was no need to check.

Only, Amy knew this was just her mind telling her what she wanted to hear. Truth be told, she didn't want to know. She was afraid of what she might find. Maybe "Ciaran" was still causing trouble... maybe she was on the other side of this door, waiting for the young woman to make the fatal mistake and enter.

Amy pressed herself close to the door and peeked through the open gap, hoping to discover what lay on the other side.
It seemed normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. But to be honest, she couldn't really see a whole lot. Merely a glimpse at part of the window and part of the control panel.

She stepped back again, defeated. She'd have to do it. She'd have to go in
Then she sighed and closed her eyes, building up the courage to do what she needed to do.
"I need to know" she realised, and with that she pulled open the door in a swift bold gesture, and thrust herself into the room.

OOC again: How's that, I just wrote a load about nothing. Kinda like Seinfeld. Only not funny

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Tuesday, September 18, 2007 10:29 AM

Safe felt Jack tense up more than he saw it happen.

Dropping to a crouch in front of the door he was about to open, Safe brought his gun up, the grip cupped in both hands, the sight un-wavering.

A figure had rounded the corner coming from the med-bay.

"Stand where you are!" Safe called, then hissed into him headset, "What do you see Wisp?"

The figure looked at the two men a mixture of confusion and annoyance clearly written on her face.

"Not another step Vixen! I ain't lie'n, I'll drop you where you stand!"

Vixen raised her foot, for the fateful step, Safe and Jack thumbed back the hammers of their guns simultaneously when Wisp's voice over the headset broke the tension, “SAFE!! STOP!! That’s Vixen! I see Vixen!!”

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007 5:42 PM

JAZAF

On the Bounty Baby:
A day and a half flight from Santos

Kurren sits in the pale glow from the Cortex screen that washes over the room. On the screen are dossiers of the people who escaped from the 'Medical Facility' with Needy.
Captain Franklin, or Safe to his friends and surviving soldiers, was an excellent officer with a promising future until an undisclosed disagreement lead to the death of a commanding officer. Probably over a woman Kurren pondered, He did file for divorce shortly after enlisting.
The files on William Spacer were more colorful. Kurren had to go through several databases to find one that had not been hacked and altered to display nothing but favorable content and renaming himself 'Wisp'. He's certainly skilled with electronics When he finally found an unaltered file Kurren couldn't help but smirk with a little satisfaction. While young Spacer excelled in academics he had, on more than one occasion, 'fought the man' which gave him no end of trouble. The section entitled Project:Einstein explained why Spacer was so skilled. "So he's been boosted...Interesting. He'll have to be approached with caution."
Seryn was a highly decorated Fighter Pilot, apparently braking a few records and setting a few of her own. She served for a little over 10 years then disappeared. Seryn left behind only a sketchy note of resignation that alluded to something sinister within the ranks. That might call for more research...but some other time
What discomforted Kurren the most was that no matter how hard he searched he could not find any information on the man known simply as 'Marshall'. He was a ghost on the net just like Kurren. Which told him that Marshall must have been involved with parlimentary affairs at somepoint in his life.
"That's quite a crew you've teamed up with Bernard." Kurren moves away from the screen and increases the speed of his ship. "This makes things much more interesting."

In the distance Kurren and see the speck that willl grow into Santos and the anticipation of actually seeing his Target for the first time makes his hair stand on end.

OOC: Sorry for the recap on a few of the crews background. But I just wanted to show Kurren's reaction to a few of the people he might have to deal with.

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Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree

Navigator on Destiny

Kurren, Bounty Hunter

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Friday, September 21, 2007 5:35 AM

OOC: No need to appologize, Jazaf, that was excellent! The anticipation you created with that is killing me!

I'll post more soon. I'm currently in panic/planning mode. I'm hosting my baseball teams end of the year BBQ this weekend.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Saturday, September 22, 2007 12:52 AM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

The bullets ploughed through the air as Vixen rounded the other corner of the medbay and found herself watching herself get shot. The obvious shock of seeing too Vixens was visible on Safes face for meerly an instant. He finished unloading into the first Vixen then withdrew his backup on the second.

"Thought you could pull a fast one on us eh??" Safe said with conviction. "try and kill your old buddy Wisp then team up with the bad guy. Well guess what sugar lips this is the end of the line"

Wisp was desperatley fighting his brain cells. He couldnt remember what happened when he was knocked out but this all felt wrong somehow.

'Think damn you! Think!' Wisp screamed into his own head. (I dont know if youve ever screamed into your own head after having several holes drilled in it, but not only is it difficult its rather painful)

"Fine shoot me if you want" Vixen spoke, Her voice and face showed no glimpse of the fear rapidly growing in her. "But i didnt sell you out. And I only hit Wisp cause he was asking for it"

"Asking for it??? I thought you were friends" He hissed back at her

Then in Wisps mind it all clicked the beings the visions the mojhito on a cliff top beach. It all returned on a screaming rush of sodium ions.

"I WAS!!!" He bellowed into the headset" I was asking for it!!. Shes still on our side!!"

A puzzled look fell over his face as he lowered his gun.

"Now were all not shooting me you might wanna shoot her??"

The being on the floor was now in a running limp towards the escape pods. It was changing rapidly from person to person as it slipped away during the distraction of attention. Safe turned and fired several rounds into her legs and watched as the blows through her to the ground. He calmly stepped up from his knee and walked over, Reloading with a patient ease as he went. as He reached the body he rolled it from its back using the toe of his boot to stare into its eyes. The figure's face was mixing and blurring into a million different people.

"Who are you?? Really."

OOC- hope i havent stepped on too many toes but its been dragging out something rotten in the air so I wanted to get us planet side asap for a bit of proverbial and fictional fresh air"

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Thursday, September 27, 2007 7:08 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

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Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
The being on the floor was now in a running limp towards the escape pods. It was changing rapidly from person to person as it slipped away during the distraction of attention. Safe turned and fired several rounds into her legs and watched as the blows through her to the ground. He calmly stepped up from his knee and walked over, Reloading with a patient ease as he went. as He reached the body he rolled it from its back using the toe of his boot to stare into its eyes. The figure's face was mixing and blurring into a million different people.

"Who are you?? Really."

Seven Years Ago

"I asked you a question." The man asked.
"Ciaran" looked up at him and smiled slyly
"Who the hell are you?" he repeated, briskly walking towards her.
Mr Chambers was a heavy-set man with a beer belly and an appetite for revelry. Most of his women were afraid of him, his unforgiving manner and blunt fists meant that nobody crossed him.

"I told you before. I'm whoever you want me to be."

Chambers was right up against her now, staring down into her eyes in an attempt to intimidate her.
It wasn't working

"I can be your best friend, your colleague..." She ran her long slender finger down his chest, whilst her leg rubbed in between his own "...your lover"
The bulky man was no fool, and he'd had enough of being used, a fact made abundantly clear as he violently pushes her away with the palm of his hands, knocking her to the seat in the corner of the room.

"Who do you work for?!" He demanded

"Who do you want me to work for?" she whispered.

"Tchen wah" he muttered as he moved towards her again, grabbing the ornamental statue of Sihnon that had, for years, been a staple of his desk and office.
"You'll talk" he threatened, as he swung the blunt object towards her head.
She was too quick for him though.
"Ciaran" kicked him hard in his kneecap, sending the large man crashing to the floor in a scream of pain.

The ornament clanged as it hit the floor, the replica of the planet breaking off from its marble stand, and rolling under the desk.

"Ciaran" stood up and muttered insulting profanities under her breath.

"You had your chance Chambers" she growled "you had plenty of chances. But my employers are not happy with the way you continue to run things"
He tried to get to his feet, but the woman instead planted a hard boot in his gut.
"Who the hell are you" he managed to utter as he gasped for oxygen.

"I told you. I'm whoever you want me to be."
She bent down to talk to him more directly.
"But for you... I'm your worst enemy"

Just then, she grabbed what was left of the ornament - the priceless marble brick that had once held the globe in place - and thrust it at his head, lodging it deep into the back of his skull.

As the man slumped down, "Ciaran" rose to a stand, and walked over to the desk, retrieving the files she had been interrupted from taking.

Stepping over the body of the man, she left the office, nodding to Chambers' assistant on her way out. The assistant smiled - the boy sure was cute.

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Monday, October 1, 2007 3:57 PM

JAZAF

A series of beeps tells Kurren that he has received a message. Once again he sets his ship to autopilot and checks his Communication Log.
"Good. My Parliment contact found something."
The first file Kurren opens pertains to Marshall, the only other ghost on the cortex:

Expendable Security Agent #7423
Codename: Soul

"The ESA?" Kurren had heard of that organization before. They did not exist, at least not officially. They were the guys who would go where the Feds could not and do what was needed. But the agency was exposed and dismantled some five years ago. After that, The Operatives were installed.

Skimming the text, Kurren finds no less than thirteen death certificates. But there were no autopsies, apparently the body would disappear from the morgue. Marshall would then call in from a different location and appear no worse for wear. "They must have faked his death to protect him from his enemies." The file goes on to mention that Soul is an excellent marksman with small firearms and that his other natural talents make him near impossible to be hit.

"Bah! Lousy fairytales!"

Kurren moves from the file to a recording of Needy's interview during his stay in Boros. He turns off the sound so it won't distract him and focuses on Needy. He watches as the main interrorgator pulls out a small device and then crumples to the floor a smoldering mess. It seems almost surreal as the guards walk in, notice the body, level their weapons towards Needy and then are simply torn apart.
Kurren replays the scene with the sound this time. He hears the interrorgator flaunt his power only to have it backfire. He listens to the panicked inquires of the gaurds before they meet a gruesome end. But more importantly, he notices a change in Needy's appearance.

Just as the gaurds rush into the room Needy's stature changes, even his speech at that time was different. Though whatever Needy said to the gaurds were to low for the microphones to pick up the overall tone was different.
Kurren watched that recording six more times, all the while staring at Needy.
"What are you?"

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Tuesday, October 2, 2007 5:50 AM

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Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
The being on the floor was now in a running limp towards the escape pods. It was changing rapidly from person to person as it slipped away during the distraction of attention. Safe turned and fired several rounds into her legs and watched as the blows through her to the ground. He calmly stepped up from his knee and walked over, Reloading with a patient ease as he went. as He reached the body he rolled it from its back using the toe of his boot to stare into its eyes. The figure's face was mixing and blurring into a million different people.

"Who are you?? Really."[

As Safe slammed the clip home, Seryn eased around the corner from the opposite end of the hallway, her gun gripped tightly in both hands and held shoulder high.

“That’s enough Safe. Back off.”

Safe put his hand up in the air in compliance; the other slowly holstered his gun. “Easy now Seryn.”

Maxine and Liam followed Seryn around the corner, Maxine dropping to her knees to see to the wounded Ciaran.

At the same moment at the opposite end of the corridor, Soul rounded the corner from the med bay at a dead run. Seeing Jack at the last instant, his gun still trained on the real Vixen, Soul drops to a slide taking Vixens feet out from under her and catching her as she fell. Jack’s shot past harmlessly over her head.

“Whoa Jack! It’s me, Soul! Hold your fire!”

There is an audible sigh as the tension bleeds out of the air.

“I need a vacation…” Seryn says lowering her gun.

“Let’s get her to the med-bay…” Safe and Seryn say in unison.

Safe smiles at Seryn. “She’s no good to us dead. She’s got a lot of questions to answer. Jack, let’s finish the sweep of the ship. Let’s find the others and land this ship.”

OOC: Sorry if this is a bit weak, I've been writing for my creative writing class and doing the script for a short CG film and frankly I'm a bit brain drained.
This story continues to be my favorite. Excellent posts all!

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Thursday, October 4, 2007 5:12 AM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

There was silence as Soul drew the curtain shut around the bed containing the woman who had appeared to him as Ciaran. Soul had requested time alone with her, and the others had withdrawn. For a long few minutes, the two simply stared at each other; one with a look of look of scorn and guilt, the other a blank slate. Soul had long ago mastered the art of keeping his emotions in check. In fact, if the person in the bed had not appeared to him as Ciaran, he would have never reacted the way he did.

"Show me," he said, more of a command than a request.

"Show you what?"

"Your true face."

On the bed, "Ciaran" turned away. "Please don't ask me to do that."

"I'm not asking."

There was a momentary pause, and then the face contorted again, swirling, until it settled on one face. In that moment, two things happened. First, on the bed, "Ciaran's" shoulders visibly relaxed, as if the weight of decieving everyone with false images had finally been lifted. Second, every barrier Soul had erected to keep his emotions in check crumbled, and he nearly fell over.

"No. That's not possible."

He stared down at the figure on the bed, and it took him a moment to register the face. The dark brown hair, the emerald green eyes, the lips that always seemed to be smiling. A face that had had haunted his dreams for years, and this time, Soul knew it wasn't an illusion.

"Ciaran..."

A tear streamed down her cheek, her skin worn and tired, but still flawless. This was the Ciaran he knew, not the perfect image she had projected earlier, but a face that had been through nightmares and came out on the other side unscathed. He kenw that this wasn't another illusion. One look into her eyes told him the truth.

"Why." It was all he could ask.

"Marshall, I'm sorry." She began to cry in earnest now, and Soul nearly crumbled as his name, his real name rolled off of her lips. It was a sound he had been dying to hear for a very long time.

"You died. I watched him shoot you, and I held you when you took your last breath." An image of the tattoo on the arm of the shooter flashed through his mind, the same laughing skull that always ended his dreams.

She looked away. "Its complicated." A series of coughs racked her body, and blood soaked the sheets she lay on. It took that for Soul to realize the fact that once again, the woman he loved lay before him, dying.

"Please," he begged. "I need to know why all this is happening."

She looked at him long and hard before responding. "You don't know what you started. All of you. You started something bigger than you can imagine, and I don't think you can stop it this time."

"What are you talking about?" He bent down and grabbed her shoulders, only to be greated by more coughing.

"I...I'm sorry, Marshall. I don't think..." She was cut off as her body arched in pain, and she cried out, the multiple wounds finally taking their toll.

"Ciaran!" he cried, tears finally falling from his eyes.

"They are coming for you," she whispered.

"Who?"

"The...Expendables. They found you."

The news struck him like a ton of bricks, but it was something that he could deal with later. "I can handle them."

"There's more. The Parliament has activated another Operative."

Damn. The news kept getting worse. "I can deal with him, too."

Ciaran smiled up at him, and then her eyelids began to droop.

"Wait!" he cried out. "Please, you can't leave me like this again! I need to know what you were trying so say last time...the last time I held you. Please."

Her eyes opened for a fraction of a second, and her lips parted with a whisper so soft, Soul almost missed it.

"I'm like you."

And then she was gone. He pondered the words for a moment, and then turned away, oblivious to the tears now streaming down his face. Once again, the woman he had loved long ago was gone. He walked slowly towards the door, keeping the curtain pulled around Ciaran's body.

It would be said for a long time to come by everyone there that they had never seen a more haunting sight. Soul's face was red, and tears were still rolling down his cheeks; but in his eyes, a fire burned.

"Get everyone together. We need to prepare."

"For what?" Safe asked.

"War."

* * *

Behind the curtain, Ciaran's body lay still. Then, almost as if it was a fading hologram, her body shimmered, and then vanished, the sheets now collapsing down upon the vacant space.

Seven worlds away, in a back alley lit only by a single lantern, a pair of eyes opened. They were green. Emerald green.

* * *

Kurren sat, bent over the display in front of him, studying everything he could find about the people he was preparing to meet. Absently, he scratched his arm, raising up the sleeve on his tee shirt and exposing a tattoo on hs right arm.

A tattoo of a laughing skull, wearing a jester's hat, on a red diamond background.

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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.

Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

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Friday, October 5, 2007 2:44 AM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

Verbena was a barren desolate piece of rock. After the war the Alliance had levelled what had once been an strong independants industrial world leaving those who survived with little but misery. A very public message of rebuilding was spoken by the alliance with little actual aid being given. It was highly ironic that on this exindependant backworld that the alliance had one of their most advanced research labs.

Located underground in the middle of a huge rocky desert The IronHoar centre dealt in everything from ships to science. Huge rooms constructed and experimented ships of unbelievabe complexity while the people on the surface starved and died.

It was in one of these labs where Project:Einstein had been born, and it was in this lab where the first succesful stage 3 was being shown off.

"We have spent years designing the perfect mind" the proffesor spoke, He was wearing his best crisp white lab coat. His usual one was covered in various organic matters which tended to put off members of parliament. He really didnt care anymore but was dedicated to his research no matter how twisted it had become.

Proffesor Trepsil had been a biologist from birth. As a child he collected samples and specimens eventually going on to becoming one of the verses best neurologist. Einstein was his brain child, originally to combat mental illness by increasing neurone capacity. But as with all things the alliance funded the best intentions fell by the wayside. In order for his good deeds a price of morals was extracted and it lay before him.

"A mind like a razor faster than any computer yet known. Capable of outsmarting the best minds"

"And what does the perfect mind need to balance it???" General Mation had stepped from the shadows. A towering man left over from a time of war. "A body to match"

"Behold" He pressed a console on the wall and the mirror behind him faded into a window exposing Project:Einstein phase III.

A machine in the rough shape of a man stood there towering at 8ft and at least four wide. Its hands consisted of 3 claws and articulated fully better than a normal arm. There was a stump for a head with a series of plates that must have been sensors.

"Twin Vulcan rail cannons, 14 inch armour plating, Flexible terrain movment, 1700Mv pulse cannon, Twin retractable rocket pods. THIS" He said with a sweep of his arm "Is the future of warfare"

A round of applause swept through the room. The only people Not clapping were Trepsil and a Politican at the back. "You dont seem happy Mr Liven, Is something wrong??"

"Whats happening with caged sparrow?" He replied in a stern cold voice.

An invisible bead of sweat appeared on the general for less than a moment. "There are 2 phase IIs locating him. We should have his field readings soon"

"Be sure you do. This entire project cannot be Publicised until he is dealt with. If the Phase IIs fail" He paused contemplating his own wickedness with pleasure "Send him"

Trepsil turned away with terror "I am Frankinstein. This is my punishment to the world"

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Friday, October 5, 2007 5:46 AM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

The crew of both ships crammed into the Dwarfs cockpit around Wisp in his hospital bed turned control center. Soul was absent, he was still downstairs with the prisoner.

"We need to finish our mission" Maxine adressed to the whole group "Im grateful for all your help but we cant afford to delay any longer"

"I have to disagree" Safe and Maxine seemed to speak for the rest of their crews and were the focus of all attention "First off we need to resupply from santos. Secondly she brought us here for a reason, and I think its in all our best interests to see what that reason is"

"But we might be walking into more danger! Theres no point risking our lives or the mission"

"Your mission wouldnt be worth a pint or horse piss if it wasnt for us so I suggest You accept our opinion. The Epsilon is good to go, Anyone who doesnt want to land is welcome to stay on there but THIS ship is landing."

Maxine put up a stare that could blow off a zombies head but Safe was having none of it.

"Wisp. Take us down in 5"

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Monday, October 8, 2007 6:33 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC: Really excellent writing guys, I'm loving the twist and turns.

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Earlier:

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“Let’s get her to the med-bay…” Safe and Seryn say in unison.

Safe smiles at Seryn. “She’s no good to us dead. She’s got a lot of questions to answer. Jack, let’s finish the sweep of the ship. Let’s find the others and land this ship.”

Amy sat on the cold hard surface of the floor, overcome with paralysis.
It started as soon as she entered the cockpit, a sucker-punch to the heart, knocking the breath out of her. The sight of an innocent sitting close to the door, his back resting against the wall as his head drooped forward. The body was still, soulless, dead.
She knew who it was, even though she couldn't see his face. Yet still she went over to him and lifted up his chin to see his eyes.
She felt for a pulse though she knew it was useless.
She called out his name though she knew he was long gone.

That's when the weight of her body suddenly became too much for her legs and she collapsed beside him.
"Milton" she cried out through instant tears, putting her hands to his chest in an attempt to stir him.

She had acknowledged Needy was across the other side of the room, sitting just as still, but she hadn't called out his name. She didn't want to face the possibility that he was dead too. She couldn't handle two of her friends being dead.
But now she whispered his name "Needy."

Maybe he could help him. Maybe he had powers that could bring back this man, this young man she had fallen for.
They had only just begun their journey.
It couldn't be over. Not yet. It was too soon.
They hadn't had enough time together, so many things they hadn't done.
Too many things had been left unsaid.

Needy didn't say anything.
Neither did Milton.
And neither did Amy.
She just sat there. Cradling the young man in her arms, wishing for a future they could no longer have.

*****

Soon, Jack would find them, Safe too, but they wouldn't know what Amy felt. Flechette will try to console her, some will try to physically tear her away from him, but in the end, they will just let her be. Give her time.
That's all they can do.

Later:

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There was silence as Soul drew the curtain shut around the bed containing the woman who had appeared to him as Ciaran. Soul had requested time alone with her, and the others had withdrawn.

Amy watched from a distance, her eyes red with grief, witnessing her fellow crewmembers give Soul time alone with Ciaran - the woman responsible for taking Milton's life.

Needy was in recovery, his condition stable, but he seemed to be muttering words in a language nobody could understand. At least he didn't have to be here for this, Amy thought to herself, to see Milton's killer treated as a patient.

She didn't know why they let Soul do what he had to do, but she prayed to whatever god that was out there that he was giving her hell right now. Making that bitch suffer the way they had all suffered.

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Monday, October 8, 2007 6:49 AM

Who we are depends on the outcome of the struggle between who we were and who we want to be

"You're a better man than that" Kyra tells the man she had been sitting with for over an hour.

"You sound like him" the man replies to her. Until now he had only been referred to as The Weapon, but he was known by another name, in fact he had been known as many other names over the years

"Who?" the reporter asks

"Marshall. He always thought he knew me better than I knew myself" the man smirks, remembering times past

"Well I don't know about that, but it's true, you are a good man. It takes a man of remarkable courage to do what you're doing."

"I just do what I can" he responds, downplaying his role in what could be the greatest expose of all time.

"Even so. It's what this verse needs..." she tells him "Change. And you can make sure that happens. As soon as this is over with, I'll make sure this crew gets you where you need to be."

She smiles and places her hand on his, realising what he's been through - what he's had to sacrifice to get to this place. "They seem a good crew, they'll help you get it done"

"Thank you" he sighs "You're a good woman"

The words hurt her more than offer any reassurance. She can't accept them - she knows what she's done, the people she's hurt to get where she is. She was selfish and cold. Forgiven or not, she wasn't a good woman. She just wasn't.

Without realising it, she shook her head

"You are. To come out here and help us like this. It takes a person of courage and strength"

"I guess" she utters out loud even though inside she still doesn't believe it.
"You're wrong" she wants to tell him. "I'm not strong enough"

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Thursday, October 18, 2007 1:59 PM

JAZAF

*Bump*

OOC: By the way, how far from Santos are you guys? I'm trying to make a post to coincide with your arrival on the planet. It's hard not knowing how far off you are.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007 5:08 PM

SOULOFSERENITY

The Man They Call Soul...

OOC: So how badly did I screw up people's plans with my post?

______________________

Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.

Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."

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Saturday, October 20, 2007 5:18 PM

OOC: HAHAHA!! Not at all Soul. Just am up to my eyeballs writing with my class and a project. My assignment is due Tues. so I should be able to post something after that.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007 2:45 PM

Who we are depends on the outcome of the struggle between who we were and who we want to be

OOC: Bump!
Don't worry Soul, no screwing up of plans here.
I wold like to contribute but I'm in the middle of decorating my room this week.
Hopefully I'll be done by Friday and can get something posted

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007 7:32 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC: Jazaf - I'm under the impression we're just about ready to land the ships. Well I hope we are, cos that's what I'm about to do

*****

The sky above Santos thundered as two ships broke atmo.

The Epsilon, a moderately sized ISSCV cargo vessel entered first, followed by a larger craft, ironically called The Dwarf. Once used by members of the presidential office to travel from planet to planet on "important" excursions, The Dwarf had since been stolen and was now transporting a family, and a handful of crewmembers, on an even more important mission - a mission to bring down the parliament itself.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007 7:33 AM

Who we are depends on the outcome of the struggle between who we were and who we want to be

Kyra held onto the steel handle of the door as the ship rocked back and forth.

She'd been on ships before but she'd never got used to the turbulence, and usually she was sitting down.
Ideally, that's where she'd be right now, sitting (or possibly even laying) down, but instead she was waiting. Waiting to see if Soul would be returning yet.
It had felt like hours since he'd left her alone with "The Weapon" - left her whilst he and his colleagues attempted to regain control of their stolen ship.
And it had been even longer since she had last seen Needy and Milton, but they apparently could take care of themselves.
Truth was, she was fine. Travel sickness aside, she was fine being on her own in a strange new place, it came with the job. Hell, she'd been used to new places since she was fifteen, when she left home and moved in with her boyfriend six years her senior.

She wasn't worried now, she just wanted to know what was happening. The elusive Mr Sykes had passed by earlier, telling her that maybe she should stay onboard as opposed to heading over to The Epsilon to find Soul. It seemed he was deaing with a personal matter over there and didn't need anything else on his mind just yet.
The reporter in her told her to go over anyway, and she would have done, but her promise to the man inside that room told her she should remain, standing guard as it were.
Nevertheless, the curiousity of what was going on exactly was killing her.
If only Needy would show his face, he could at least cover for her whilst she took a gander.

"Hey!" she shouted out as she caught a glimpse of a man passing by the corridor
A second later and the man's head popped back around.
It was the crew's captain, Safe, looking quite pensive and impatient.

Realising she was never going to get him to come to her, she took a chance and left her post by the door, staggering down the corridor as the ship continued to rock back and forth.

"What's going on?" she asked

"Look, we're taking the ships down, so find a seat and sit down." he states clearly.
Too short with her, he thinks too himself as he shakes his head. "Don't want you to get hurt" he adds, a genuine statement but one which unfortunately doesn't lessen the impact his inital response had on her.

"Hey listen, I've been the quiet observer for long enough. I know I'm not one of your crew but I wanna know what's going on dammit!"

Safe lowers his shoulders and his head, he doesn't want to tell her, not like this and not now that he's just upset her as it is. He can't kick her when she's down. But he has no choice. He can't lie

"It's under control. We've got the ship back..."

She reads his face and years of experience in interviewing people tells her that there's something he's not saying. "But?"

"It seems Ciaran... we didn't stop her in time" he divulges under his breath

"What are you talking about" she manages as another shake of the ship rams her shoulder into the wall.

Safe holds his hand out to stabilise her but it's unneccesary. Already she has regained her balance and is continuing to stare at him, awaiting for a response. "What is it?"

"Needy and er... your friend"

"My fr... you mean Milton?" she asks, not understanding where he's going with it.

"Yeah. She got to them before we could." Safe tells her, looking around for someway to leave the conversation before it gets ugly.

"What are you talking about? They didn't even go with you"

"No but apparently they found a way on board before we did"

"Wh... how?"

"I don't kn.."

"What happened?" Kyra butts in again "What is it?" Her glazed eyes reveal she fears the truth, but she needs to know.

A warning sound blares throughout the ship. Apparently they weren't having the most successful landing, probably some trouble with the ship's attitude.
Safe begins to leave before he realises Kyra is gripping his arm tightly

"What is it?" She repeats, stressing each individual word

"Needy's unconscious, doesn't appear to be responding. He's in the ship's medi-bay"

That's all she needs to hear and suddenly she's off, releasing the captain and stumbling through the corridors to the airlock.

Safe bites his lip but he has to say it "It's no good, the ships are detached. You're gonna have to wait till we land"

Kyra turns to face him, the distance of the corridor between them already quite great. Clearly though her face was red in anger. No, not anger, well not anger directed at him at least. Anger at not knowing. Anger at herself for being so pre-occupied with "The story" that she'd almost forgotten about Needy's issues.
Now she couldn't do anything.
She was frustrated. She was lost.

Needy was in trouble and Milton was...
Milton was...

"Wait, what about Milton?" she asks, her voice breaking.

Safe looks away, he really should be going. He can't stay like this. Maxine might need help. Sure she had Wisp, and probably Liam helping but...
Truth was, he just didn't want to be here.

"Safe?" She asks him.
Was it the first time she had addressed him, actually called him by his name? He doesn't remember. But he can't refuse. Yet he cann't answer. He doesn't need to. His face and unfinished response says it all.

He shakes his head and starts to say "I'm sorry", but only the first syllable can be made out.

Kyra bends over, puts her hand to her face, and cries into it. Then the shock overcomes her and her lean towards the wall for support turns to a slide and she soon finds herself on the floor. The corridor continues to shudder but her back was to the wall.
Finally she was sitting down.

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Saturday, November 17, 2007 12:42 PM

APRILISE

*waves to everyone

Hi Hi Ya'll

If someone would tell me where Shadow, Truth, Ghost, and Spider are that would be great, or I could try to create a new one. Sorry for being away so long :)

April

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Monday, November 19, 2007 7:33 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

Hey Aprilise! Its good to hear from you

Well last time the children were mentioned, they were onboard the stolen Epsilon. But the ships have docked since then, so they could be on either right now. In other words, they're wherever you want them to be.
The ships were about to land last we heard

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007 5:49 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

OOC: Sorry I've not posted of late, not been feeling great, bit under the weather. I was kinda hoping others would continue but we seem to have hit a mental block. I'll try to get us back up and running. Seryn, hope this helps in leading into your story. And Jazaf, I expect we'll be hearing from Kurren soon?

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The dust settled around the two ships as the rumble of their engines calmed to a mere hum.

The landing yard was located on the outskirts of Fairholme, a homely town which itself was within a day's journey of Santos' Central.

Quite why The Dwarf's renegade crewmember Ciaran had led them here was anybody's guess, but they did need supplies. And with one of their passengers dead, the crew of The Epsilon needed to take care of the body, as quietly and unofficially as possible.

It was highly likely Santos Central would be crawling with Alliance officers, not to mention other unseen foes, foes all too eager to cash in on the capture of members of the resistance.

For the crew, business needed to be taken care of as quickly as possible, without raising too many eyebrows.

Safe walked slowly down the ramp extending out of the Dwarf, savouring the moment of breathing that fresh air once more.
As much as he enjoyed space travel, there was nothing quite like breathing in real air, feeling the gentle breeze against your face, and being bathed in the warm sunlight.

Stepping out of the shadow of the ship, he realised it wasn't going to be one of those days.
A superstitious resident of the town would tell you it was an omen, that the sun was afraid and that bad things were coming, but Safe didn't believe in that. Nevertheless, the outlook was dull, and the wind was strong and harsh - blowing sand in the faces of those foolish enough not to cover their eyes.

Rushing behind him out of the ship, a young woman, hiding the grief that lay behind those lying eyes, hurriedly walked to the other ship located on the opposite site of the yard.

The Epsilon, looked a lot smaller on the outside than you would have thought. It had comfortably housed a handful of rebel soldiers for months, perhaps even years, and yet looking at it sitting there in the yard - a insignificant passenger vessel, dwarfed by numerous larger ships in the nearby vicinity - you wouldn't have imagined it had seen much at all, let alone wars.

Its history to Kyra though was merely trivial, a list of mundane facts that didn't count for anything when it came down to it.
Maybe it was because she wasn't a traveller or the stars - she was used to having her feet on solid rock - but to her the ship was simply that, a vessel. It didn't matter. What mattered was its passengers. And she'd already lost one friend, she was damned if she was gonna let the man she loved die too.

The Epsilon:
"Jack we're not gonna last more than a month if we don't get a replacement." Seryn barked at the man standing across the way from her "A new one would be nice but I'm not expecting miracles"

Kyra brushed by the newly revitalised and invigorated warrior as she stepped on board The Epsilon once more.
Seryn watched as the reporter who was, might we add, a guest on the ship, rudely ignore the woman that was quite clearly running things right now.
"Looking for something?" Seryn called out as she ran her fingers down the list of supplies they needed. No repsonse. Figures

"I guess Safe told her" Jack muttered

"What's that?" Seryn said, looking up at him.

"About Needy and uh... the kid"

Seryn stared at him. "Did you get my gorram parts yet?"

"No" he responds simply

"Then get on it soldier or you'll be needing some replacement bits yourself"

"Yes ma'am" Jack replies with a cheeky smile and salute

Seryn shook her head, disguising a smile. But something was bothering her. Something felt... off. She'd felt it for a while now, and the feeling only grew stronger now that they had landed. She couldn't quite place what it was, but something... something weren't quite right.

Making her best attempt to shrug it off, she put her head down and got back to the list

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Friday, November 30, 2007 10:34 AM

“She’s more likely to respond to you, she’s known you longer… looks up to you…”

Safe pauses in his conversation with a bandaged Flechette, as he catches sight of Jack.

“Whoa, Jack! What’s up?”

Jack changes direction, approaching Safe and Flechette.

“Seryn’s got a list of stuff she needs, organizin’ for repairs and such. I never thought it possible Safe, if she weren’t a woman I’d say you had a twin.” Jack flashes Safe a grin, punching him in the shoulder before giving Flechette a quick kiss on the cheek and rushing off.

“I seriously don’t know how I continually put up with him.” Safe mutters under his breath.

Turning, he locks eyes with a glowering Flchette. Apparently he had used his outside voice.

“Ummm… I ahh… need to find Wisp and errr… Soul. Ya, that’s it, gotta find Wisp and Soul, plus wouldn’t hurt to have a talk with Seryn.”

Safe finishes the last part as he hurries away. Flechette just shakes her head, a small smile playing across her lips.

“What’s so funny?” Versa asks at Flechette’s shoulder, causing her to jump a bit.

“'Lord, Versa! How do you move around so quietly?”

Versa shrugs. “Good shoes? You still haven’t told me what was so funny.”

“Men…”

Versa looks at Flechette confused.

“Lets go find Amy and put her to work tidying and fixing these ships. Busy hands will give her no time to dwell.” Flechette puts an arm over Versa's shoulders and lets the other woman lead the way.

The dizziness would pass, she just couldn’t let Safe and, most importantly, Jack see that it still bothered her.

OOC: Sorry about being absent. 10-400 word writing assignments and a ongoing script tend to clutter ones brainpan.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Sunday, December 23, 2007 8:01 AM

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

I hope you have a warm and safe holiday, as you all have deserved it.

I apologize for my absence, but I discovered a hidden talent thanks to you all and am actively pursuing it.

I sincirely hope this thread continues on as the thought and talent here should never be allowed to fade.

Thank-you.

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Sunday, December 23, 2007 8:32 AM

CITIZEN

Am I dead?

More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.

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Sunday, December 23, 2007 4:49 PM

I dunno. How do you feel?

Do you feel dead?

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Monday, December 24, 2007 12:40 AM

CITIZEN

Dunno.

How does dead feel?

More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.

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Monday, December 24, 2007 4:15 AM

HAHAHAHA!!!

I would imagine if one were dead, one would feel coolish, kinda blah, not a lot of get-up-and-go.

Do you have a an unquenchable hunger that can only be slated by... I dunno... brainsss?

Merry Christmas C.

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Tuesday, December 25, 2007 4:18 AM

The road to Hel is paved with good intentions

Quote:
Originally posted by citizen:
Dunno.

How does dead feel?

OOC: Was gonna save this for a bit, but guess I can post it now, since you mention the "dead" thing.

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A thousand voices called out to Needy in the blackness.
They were distant - mere whispers in the wind - but they were getting closer. Louder but not yet more distinct.
Then certain words and phrases could be made out (“portal” “Dr Benis” “Serenity”) but not before they were drowned out by more.
It was getting louder and more chaotic now. Words were being spoken over other words. Soon, nothing could be distinguished.
It was just noise, shouting at him, driving him out of his mind.
Then all of sudden it was silent.

Instead now he was in a void, though he couldn’t confirm it. After all, what does a void look like? Is it a black space devoid of light where time didn’t seem to exist? Because if that’s a void then gorram it, that’s where he was.

There was no breeze, no sound - nothing.

Was he dead?

No.
Death didn’t feel like this.
He’d been dead.

Death was feeling everything and nothing at the same time.
Death was lying in the mud, your shirt covered in warm blood as pain washes over you like a tide. Again and again it drowns you, wearing your senses down, eroding your strength and will to live until there is nothing left of you but open eyes, eyes staring up yearning, praying for it to be finally over. Death was then getting that wish and finding yourself somewhere else entirely - somewhere familiar, but at the same time alien – a feeling of unease settling in.
Death was finding out your life had ended, but the pain would continue, that you would continue.
This wasn’t death.

Death was far more interesting

Maybe this was purgatory.
Or even worse, maybe this was hell.
No fire, no demonic creatures, but torture nonetheless.
An eternal existence in the dark pits of Hades. Trapped in a senseless prison with no breath nor sound. No history, no future. Nothing.
Just one man. Alone. Forever.

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Monday, January 7, 2008 10:18 AM

Happy New Year Special Branch-ians!!

"Death was far more interesting"
What a truly excellent line, Needy!!

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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."

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Sunday, January 20, 2008 2:48 AM

Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges

OOC-Sorry for my absence ive been on a drug fuelled bender for weeks! Unfortunately Ive been making them rather than taking them which makes the overall effect less fun

"Your not going anywhere!!" Maxine shouted from the medbay doorway. Wisp was pottering around on crutches trying to put on a pair of jeans. He was struggling so much that if he hadnt just had holes drilled in his skull you could have laughed.

"Look" He said between wriggles "Im walking, Im talking, my wounds healing, and im going GORRAM crazy staring at these 4 walls!" He managed to finally pull them on and did up his belt with a sense of pride. Then however he saw that the shoes in the medbay were his boots and dreaded the prospect of trying to lace them up. "Im going outside for a walk, fresh air, change of sceneary and all that jazz. Now you cant stop me unless you knock me round the head, which would probably put me in a coma again, so can you go to my bunk and grab me my sneakers?"

Maxine was not happy at her medical opinion being ignored. Although she had to admit his recovery was remarkably quick, most people who recieve such head trauma take months to start walking. Some never even talk again. His brain activity was remarkable. "Fine. But your going no where alone. Ill find Vixen and she can help you around" Wisp made a quick mouth movment to complain but was shot down before any air escaped "FINAL"

Vixen was sat alone in the mess hall. Despite her heroic attempts to save the ship the crew still didnt trust her nor like her. They blamed her for Wisps tryst with death and still thought she was in league with the enemy (even though at present 'the enemy' was a purely theoretical term).

"Vixen" said a voice from the doorway, Maxine stood there holding a pair of shoes and looking forlorn. "Can I ask a favour??"

Inwardly Vixen jumped with glee at being included and trusted. "You can ask. I cant guarantee anything" she replied with a cold indifference.

"Well Wisp is adamant about getting out and about, so I was wondering If you could just go with him, keep him out of trouble and that?"

She paused for a noticble moment. Of course she was going to do it, she had kicked him in the head and all.She needed to apologise and try and make things right "Fine". She stood up and walked to Maxine taking the shoes from her hand and heading to sick bay.

"What a bitch" Maxine says aloud as shes left alone.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008 7:43 AM