Special Branch: The Living Dead

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NEEDY

Tuesday, October 10, 2006 11:15 PM (P)

The previous thread was getting mighty long, so here's the new one - our FOURTH!

Summary will come later (hopefully with a little help from us all) aswell as the list of current characters.

Here's the previous threads:

1.Special Branch: Unbound
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=20504

2.Special Branch: The Chasing Of Wild Geese
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=21730

3. Special Branch and the HUGE Hospital Bills
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=11&t=23302

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SAFEAT2ND

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 12:11 AM (P)

Earlier
Crouched by the door to the hospital, Safe laid out his plan to Wisp using gestures only. While it was a second language to him, years of combat having honed this skill, Wisp had a little trouble understanding at first but it didn’t take him long to get up to speed.

Safe watched as Wisp disappeared into the dark. He didn’t doubt for a second in Wisp’s ability. While he may be rash and…well… young, the “kid” was sharp, sharper than one ought to be at his age.

Standing for his part in this, Safe looked down at the little girl. Yet another enigma. She hadn’t said a word, yet she hadn’t tried to run or show signs of panic. He grinned at her and mussed her hair. “Just a little longer little one.”

Safe squared his shoulders, adjusted his hold on the little girl and walked directly at the figure by the gate.

“Excuse me sir. We were inside visiting my wife when the alarms went off and everything went crazy and guards ushered us out. What’s happening? Is she going to be alright?”

The man at the gate looked at Safe. It was obvious that he was trying to figure out if Safe was for real or not. “Y’all might want to try a different story. I’ll give you credit though. I almost believed that one.” The man casually dropped his cigar and ground it out with his boot.

“Lucky for you, I was waiting for you” He says with a small smile which slowly bled off his face.

“Is that a fact?” Wisp’s voice comes from behind the man. Wisp’s gun is jammed in the man’s neck.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” The man says slowly raising his hands. “I’m here to help you. The names Huxley.”

“Yeah right!” Wisp near spits the words and he jams his gun tighter under Huxley’s ear. “Your just another Crimson flunky and this is just another trick.”

“Who do you think left that door open? Who do you think blacked out that security cam? Why else would I be standing in the dark by an open gate when all the rest are locked up tight?? Someone wants you alive and outta here.” The man implores Safe.

“What’s your role in all this? I thought the Alliance had this planet in there back pocket?” It was Safe’s turn to ask questions.

“Phaugh! The Alliance is run by idiots. There’s no love of the Alliance with me. Nor the Crimson Guard for that matter. I uphold the law. Keep the peace. Sometimes we’re on the same page, sometimes not. There was a time when the Alliance stood for something.” The man shook his head sadly.

“Some of it still does.” Safe says quietly. Catching Wisps eye, Safe nods and Wisp reluctantly releases his grip. “Thank you Huxley.” Safe shakes the other mans hand.

“Oh… here, I almost forgot.” Huxley says handing Safe a business card. “Find these people. They’re the ones that wanted you free.”

Safe accepts the card and he and Wisp disappear into the night.

Huxley watches them go for a minute, then prepares to leave when a noise at the backdoor catches his attention. More people were coming out. ‘How many were there?’ Huxley thought. That was his last thought for a while as a gun barrel cracks the back of his head and he slumps unconscious to the ground, oblivious to the woman stepping over his inert form.

Nothing would interfere with her vengeance.

OOC: Sorry for the length, but I think I've tied up the loose ends... I think.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

SCORPIONREGENT

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 12:36 AM (P)

SR lay prone on a rock shelf half way up a hill outside the perimeter of the "secret military base". He scoffed at the idea of the military's concept of secrecy. Cordon off a section of real estate from the local population with concertina wire and machinegun nests, hire local contractors to build a installation on site for lowest bid and then when all the work is finished hang big signs saying that all tresspasers will be shot on sight, some secret! He watched through binoculars as what appeared to be prisioners began streaming out the installation. Ah the inevitable systemic failure followed closely by a prision break. He contemplated firing up his camp stove and making cocoa and popcorn as he watched the show, but he discard the silly thought and began to move forward. This was a golden opportunity, up until this point SR had merely been satified to watch the base and gather intelligence now he was going inside. The guards, if there were any left, would be looking to catch fugitives not intruders. A few well placed rifle shots eliminating key officers and sargents would make the confusion onto panic and then all SR had to do was slip in quietly, load up a truck, shuttle or mule with some weapons, food and medical supplies and then be on his merry. It was a crazy plan but that was why it would work, because no one would dream it might happen. SR noticed a small knot of soldiers gathering around one individual who appeared to have a element of command who was gesturing and shouting orders. SR's rifled cracked once and the officer fell to the ground. SR continued moving in crouch toward the perimeter fence.

Scorpion Regent

OOC: I hope this doesn't throw a monkey wrench into anybody's story line. I'm just trying to get foot in the door so to speak.

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 9:26 PM (P)

Vixen had almost forgotten what the smell of clean was. She had stood under the shower for an hour every time she had had one in the last few days since she became gainfully employed. Her job wasnt overly complicated, difficult, or exciting. She stood by Mr Jenkins chair looking stern whenever he had meetings and she sat by the door whenever he didnt. Shed been invited into the pool with the bimbettes a few times but wasnt interested at all.

She stepped out of the shower and clawed for the towel in the steamy room. She wrapped the soft cotton against her skin and stood gazing in the mirror. She hadnt lived this good in.... a long time. She never expected it in prison.

She dressed quickly and returned to the main chamber. There was a new man in the room and Vixen was immediatley on edge. He was dressed in a guards uniform and talking in hushed tones to Mr Jenkins, they both went quiet when she appeared. She walked over planning every move the guard could make in order to snap his neck.

"Mrs Goddard" Jenkins spoke to her "This man is from the resistance. Your friends have been located and put in touch with his cell. You will be leaving here with him now in order to make contact"

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APRILISE

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 10:14 PM (P)

Ghost looked up at Mr. Safe quietly. He didn’t scare her as much as other adults did. His name was Mr. Safe after all. Truth had told her very long ago to trust when she felt someone was safe or someone was bad. She had never trusted Mr. Carson, or any other adults till Ms. Seryn and Mr. Safe…She wondered what had happened to Ms. Seryn, shivering she cuddled closer to the man holding her, being careful not to bump her injured arm, he might be scary but the other adults were scarier. And he had protected her so far.

Then they were outside and Ghost shivered, the thin hospital nightgown she wore was better than what she usually had to wear, but not by much. And it did very little to fight the chill that had settled on the planet.

Night time was very dark, monsters lived in the dark. Whimpering a little she gripped Safe tighter, hoping she was right about him and he would protect her.

OOC: Wow it's been awhile...Sorry school is busy but I'll work on getting better.(Oh if anyone has an idea for the password of sanctuary and room 000, or those mysterious people that gave Ghost that information a few posts ago feel free. I really had no clue where to go with it.)

KYRA

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 11:19 PM (P)

OOC: I'm in the middle of writing a post but I haven't had chance to complete it. I'm gonna finish it tomorrow and post it (and hopefully if I've got time, I'll post a summary too)

KYRA

Thursday, October 12, 2006 5:58 PM (P)

OOC: SR - that\'s not screwed up any of my plans.
Great writing from all of you. Sometimes this thread is just too much fun

Kyra glanced down at the body before her.
In stony silence she remained, shocked, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
How could this be? she wondered.

As the man she had fought with slowly and easily took the lowered gun from her hand, she could but look on.

Her thoughts took her back to the moment when she had last seen the man she had gunned down

*****

One Year Ago:
She hadn\'t done any work that day. She could barely focus knowing the retribution she was about to face. The article had gone out, despite her best efforts to prevent it.
Carl had said it would make her career.
\"A gutsy expose will put you in the limelight, after that you can write what you wanted\" he had told her
Tell that to Bernie.

He arrived that day just after five in the evening. She didn\'t know when or how he had heard the news, only that he wasn\'t there to congratulate her.
He stormed into her office and flung the article at her.
Staring at her for a few seconds with that look of anger broke her heart, if only because she knew how she had broken his.
Biting his tongue, he turned away again before ever having spoken a word.

\"Bernie\" she called out to him
\"You...\" Words failed him.
\"I didn\'t want to...\"
\"How the hell could you do this?! You\'ve... you know you\'ve probably ruined me. That\'s it. I\'m screwed.\"

\"It was my hundan of an editor. I asked him not to print it\"

\"But you wrote it.\"

She was silent

\"Everything. Everything you told me was a lie. How could you? For months you pretended to...\" he interrupted himself, gathering his thoughts.
\"And for what? A story? You would go through all that just for a story?! To make a name for yourself?
\"Why stop there? You want my full client list, or is the paper only interested in outing my more well-known clients?\"

\"I\'m sorry. I didn\'t...\" Kyra had tried to explain. \"It wasn\'t all a lie... what we had. You have to believe me\"

He glared at her with such intensity, she felt he could see right through her... but not enough for him to accept the truthfulness of her words.

\"I don\'t have to believe anything you say. Not anymore\"

\"Bernie\" she pleaded, her voice strained as she felt herself give way to tears

\"No. You don\'t get to call me that anymore\"
With that, Bernard Needham left the office, and her, forever.

*****

\"Get down on the ground\" Soul ordered as he pointed the woman\'s own weapon at her head.

Tears had begun to roll down her cheek and, her body shaking, she slowly complied with his orders.

Her knees in the gravel, she reached across gently to touch the lifeless body beside her.

\"Don\'t move\" Soul ordered.

Kyra choked on tears. Then the man that held her hostage said something she couldn\'t quite believe.

\"Needy, are you okay?\"

What came next was even more unbelievable.

A grunt sounded from the body
Then it moved

As Needy stirred, Kyra began to feel sick with unease.

Needy sat up, the exposed gunshot wound to the head was healing over at a remarkable pace.

Soul breathed a sigh of relief.

Kyra could but gasp and watch the world spin as she passed out.

OOC: Another long one. And I probably won\'t get the chance to write again till tomorrow night at the earliest, so if anyone wants to follow on the events (like Soul), then the plan is that Kyra is taken with us

SERYN

Thursday, October 12, 2006 10:54 PM (P)

Huxley groaned, twitched a little and worked numb fingers between the rough gravel and the cheek he'd used to break his fall.

Someone was really going to pay for that stunt.

Jeeze, you do them a favor...

Sick of waiting, tired of risking his ass, knowing that somewhere there was a warm room and a beer he could be rejoicing in, he stood, staggered a few steps, then made his way in the direction the patients had come from.

As he came upon the little party he noted their situations, guessed what might have happened, and figured that she, the one kneeling with a gun to her head, was the peice of go-se who laid him out. He removed his own gun from the holster, and signalled his friendly intent to the dangerous looking guy holding the other firearm.

"Hey" Huxley looked at the other guy, recognised him as part of the little travelling circus the Seryn woman had had with her. He looked vaguely more awake at least.

The dark guy instantly raised his gun to meet him, and just as quickly Huxley pointed his gun at the woman, stilling her where she'd moved to bolt.

The other, Needy, spoke softly, restrained the gunman, and Huxley grinned.

"So how you guys doing? Enjoying the night air?" He kicked the woman on the ground "the local wildlife?"

His grin faded, he reached down and hauled her up "We move. Now. Guards are gonna be here any second - we go now" and he started walking.

Past the gate and well into the shadows of the narrow streets, he sensed that his high handedness hadn't won him any friends with the guy with the gun. Sticking out his hand, he grinned "Huxley - sherrif about these parts, we have a doctor friend in common"

"Soul" the guy reluctantly volunteered, still less sure of him now he knew what he did.

"Soul? Remind me to ask you 'bout that sometime." He grinned again "For now, lemme ask you bout that friend of yours - the pretty little widow Antares, you know if she likes flowers? Or's she got herself an unreasonable love of something else?"

Soul stared at him, Needy looked up to, but then fell back to his own thoughts, his expression unreadable. "Seryn?" he asked, "you sick... don't you know she's dead?"

Huxley caught his almost disgusted expression. Then he laughed.

"Man.. this is... I love this place!"

(ooc - i think i may have gone to far on, sorry for the high handedness! but let me know, and as always, i'll alter it!)

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Friday, October 13, 2006 5:02 PM (P)

Wisp and Safe Smiled like chesire Cats when the saw Soul step from the doorway with a twlling smirk. The smiles quickly fell as the woman appeared with the gun.

What could they do??

If they tried anything Soul could quite easliy get shot. They moved closer but remained out of sight watching the scene unfold. When Soul began to grapple Wisp made a motion to move but Safe held him back with his hand and motioned to the girl. They couldnt start a battle with an innocent on board.

There attention was drawn back to the door by the gunshot and the figure of Needy was seen to slump to the floor. A sickness passed through them both before there mind told them that it would take a damn site more than that to scratch Him.

When Huxley stepped into the fray they followed him from the shadows appearing behind him as he spoke

Quote:
"Man.. this is... I love this place!"

Wisp placed his gun to the mans head for the second time tonight: "you mind rephrasing that?"

SERYN

Friday, October 13, 2006 11:09 PM (P)

"put it away junior"

Huxley looked at the various faces, reached out and tickled the little girls cheek briefley. And frowned at Wisp until he retracted the gun.

"What? you mean you guys really haven't guessed yet? Man, an I thought you was intelligent folk."

Again he looked from stony face to stony face.

"We've gotta get a move on, you guys are in for a treat"

SCORPIONREGENT

Saturday, October 14, 2006 6:27 AM (P)

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the secret base, SR is plundering away to his hearts content.

Scorpion Regent

SAFEAT2ND

Monday, October 16, 2006 4:25 PM (P)

***BOOKMARKED***

OOC: Just so I don't get too far behind. I have a post to make, bringing Citizen back into the picture and setting up transport for our band. Jack and Flechette, part of the underground, have prearranged with Huxley for a rendezous. Milton is going to throw a monkey wrench into the works (as per Needy's story arc) resulting in a bit of a chase.
The end result is the group arriving at Syke's hidey-hole.

Seryn I have a background idea for Sykes.

WYSB, I don't know how to tie in Vixen so I'll leave that in your capable hands.

SR, I was thinking your character might have a hand in the groups escape during the chase. If you're amenable to that?

If anyone has different plans, let me know and I will adjust.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

SCORPIONREGENT

Monday, October 16, 2006 4:38 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
***BOOKMARKED***

OOC: Just so I don't get too far behind. I have a post to make, bringing Citizen back into the picture and setting up transport for our band. Jack and Flechette, part of the underground, have prearranged with Huxley for a rendezous. Milton is going to throw a monkey wrench into the works (as per Needy's story arc) resulting in a bit of a chase.
The end result is the group arriving at Syke's hidey-hole.

Seryn I have a background idea for Sykes.

WYSB, I don't know how to tie in Vixen so I'll leave that in your capable hands.

SR, I was thinking your character might have a hand in the groups escape during the chase. If you're amenable to that?

If anyone has different plans, let me know and I will adjust.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

OOC: I'm cool with that. PM me with ideas.

Scorpion Regent

SERYN

Monday, October 16, 2006 5:39 PM (P)

Infill for Sykes is fine by me.

APRILISE

Monday, October 16, 2006 7:32 PM (P)

sounds good, Ghost is tagging along for now. Eventually they'll have to make their way to the Carson's for Truth and Shadow (anyone with any ideas are welcome)

SAFEAT2ND

Monday, October 16, 2006 11:36 PM (P)

Jack strode into the bunker and started talking before he even cleared the doorway “C?? What are you doing here? The better question being, How did you get here? Last I saw, you were headed off with Safe.”

“This is your Mr. Stark?” Citizen asks the two men before him, shaking his head. “It’s all so clear now; never trust a mercenary to run a business. They just don’t have the tools.”

“Jack, nice to see you again too.” Citizen says with a smile. “You of all people should know how familiar I am with tunnels on this planet. In answer to your second question, Safe brought me here. But enough about me, I have to say, you have to get better paid help. These two are very unprofessional.”

“Citizen, this is an Underground movement. They donate their time for the good of the cause.”

“See, there’s your problem. Being noble doesn’t pay the bills. Give me a week and I’ll turn this into a profitable movement.”

“No thanks. I’ve seen your idea of ‘help’. Speaking of which… you didn't bring…” Jack looks around nervously.

“The monkeys? Sadly, no. As good as they were they were no substitute for properly motivated help.”

“Biting noses didn’t seem to work that well for you now did it?” Jack grins at him.

“I got you to come here didn’t I?”

Jack laughs out loud. “Yes I suppose it did. We gotta run. Flechette is topside waiting. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Citizen tosses the gun back to Carter and walks out.

“Carter, erase everything and make it look like no one’s been here since the war. Then you two head back to head office.”

**
The bulk transport less streaked than it lumbered along, but they had no other choice. The speedy hover-mules were too small and they only up to six people. Plus the transport had an enclosed storage space, better for keeping people out of plain view.

“Y’all took your sweet ass time. We’re gonna be late to Huxley’s rendezvous point.” Flechette shot Jack a scowl.

“Huxley is a resourceful man. He’ll adapt. Besides sweet cheeks,” Jack grins at Flechette, “what could go wrong?”

Milton sat in a dark corner in the back of the transport. No one spoke to him, which suited him just fine. The new man chatted with Versa and the bubbly Amy. The cortex he had stolen had a keypad, so he could make the contact without having to speak. He typed silently. The Alliance would deal with these self-righteous monsters. How dare they even presume to be doing what they were doing in the name of good.

After hitting the send button, Milton had a moment of doubt, but thinking of what his friend, Mr. Neeham, must have gone through at the hands of these pirates, strengthened his resolve. Either way it was out of his hands now.

OOC: April, the Carsons is close to where the ISSCV Epsilon is, so no problem.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

THEREALME

Tuesday, October 17, 2006 4:20 AM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
OOC: April, the Carsons is close to where the ISSCV Epsilon is, so no problem.

TheRealMe wakes up, sputters, and looks around. "Huh? ISSCV Epsilon? Hmmmmm.... I better figure out what's going on back there!"

TheRealMe starts scribbling furiously.

NEEDY

Tuesday, October 17, 2006 4:55 PM (P)

Seeing her again was not something Needy had expected.
Truth be told, he had tried to put her out of his mind, and it seemed he had been successful in doing so.

The being had told him to let the past be the past, that he could now start from scratch with his new life. But the being had also hinted that his past may catch up to him, and then and only then could he address it.

Having a gun shot at point blank range to his head was not going to make him forgive her any sooner.

After she had printed that article on him, he could have sworn his career was ruined. He lost the trust of his clientele and those within the Companion House. He almost lost his license. He was close to becoming nothing more than a common whore.
But thanks to the loyalty and help of a few true friends, he was able to re-establish himself, and regain the trust of those involved.
Trouble was, he could never trust anyone again, not like he had trusted her.

He had stared at her with nothing but contempt as she laid unconscious on the ground.
Even when she had regained consciousness and was faced with Soul's gun at her head, he said nothing.
And when the brute known as Huxley beat her, he could do nothing but remain a silent figure in the background.
He was numb to any feeling of care for her.
He felt nothing.

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SAFEAT2ND

Wednesday, October 18, 2006 12:36 AM (P)

OOC:

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
OOC: TheRealMe wakes up, sputters, and looks around. "Huh? ISSCV Epsilon? Hmmmmm.... I better figure out what's going on back there!"

TheRealMe starts scribbling furiously.

Is it just me or does anyone else find that disturbingly scary?

Huxley ground out his cigar with his boot. ‘Where were they?’ He thought impatiently.

From where they hid in an abandoned warehouse down one of the narrow streets, they could hear the commotion at the “hospital”. Gunshots had rung out earlier and air had filled with shouts and curses.

As if on cue, the spotlights at the gates exploded to life as Huxley checked his watch again. It would only be a matter of time before they expanded their search to the surrounding area.

He leaned out of the door and looked up and down the street.

“You’re running out of time, Huxley.” A quiet voice spoke up behind him, and Soul stepped out of the shadows.

Huxley jumped, and turned to face Soul. Huxley was afraid to admit it; the man called Soul scared him. He had the demeanor of a drawn knife, a very sharp drawn knife.

“They'll be here... trust me.” Huxley snapped.

“You’ll find I don’t place a lot of faith in that word.” Soul says as he melts back into the shadows of the warehouse.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, October 20, 2006 8:08 PM (P)

OOC: Has anyone given any thought as to the duration of this story? As in an ending? Not that I want it to end, quite the contrary, the writing is excellent, and I mean truely EXCELLENT!

My idea though, would be maybe "end" this chapter (not abruptly, in natural course), then start say chapter two. Sort of like missions.

So if everyone was on board, we could do chapters like Special Branch: Soul Mate - the search for Soul's past, or Special Branch: the Trouble with Vixen, or Special Branch: Family Ties - examining Seryn's dark family history or Special Branch: Mysteries of the Heart - More on Needy's "other" or maybe even Special Branch: The Garden - delve into TRM's Rosie and the dark figure what tore her into pieces. There's so many other stories as well from Citizen or SR. Plus it allows new comers and new characters.

Just a sugestion. What's everyone think?

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

NEEDY

Friday, October 20, 2006 11:04 PM (P)

OOC:
I'm with you on the idea, and my thoughts were that as soon as we're all free and together, we can take the ship(s) and go on missions/sort out the past.
Or go on a mission which in classic Lost flashback style, reminds a certain character of an incident/character, then have that examined/resolved.

I'm under the impression that there's not much longer left of this storyline as things seem to be coming together, theres just a few loose ends (ie where Vixen is, what Needy's issue is - though I've got plans for that, obviously - and of course who was responsbile for what happened to rosie)
I think a lot of these stories can be dragged out into the next story, ongoing plots if you will, remaining in the background whilst all the other stuff is going on, until they are properly addressed.
I'd like to know whats happening with Vixen - perhaps when we're all together, finding Vixen could be our first mission

I love your suggested titles btw - especially Soul Mate

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First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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THEREALME

Saturday, October 21, 2006 3:44 AM (P)

OOC: I'm just waiting for you guys to get back to the Epsilon!

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Saturday, October 21, 2006 3:03 PM (P)

Vixen was slightly dumbstruck by the casual way in which her escape had been brought forward but as always she didnt show it.

"Ok. I just have one incy wincy detail that needs to be clarified: IM IN PRISON. They have pretty clear rules about leaving"

"Not overly. Officialy you died when u took up residence on this floor. Now this man (his call sign as you will know his is sparrow) has signed in with a guest who doesnt exist and will leave with you. There will be no shouting or jumping over fences or any other unpleasantries. When you exist he will take you to a resistance hide where you will wait for further instructions."

Sparrow remained silent during this exchange and merely nodded at the details and raised his hand when he was mentioned.

"But...." Vixen tried to voice the randomness of the event but fell flat without words. Sparrow offered his hand to Mr Jenkins and started towards the elevator pausing after a few steps and beckoning Vixen to join him.

'This is ALL messed up' she thought to herself as she entered the lift. 'This is a trap and there going to shoot me. Fun.'

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SAFEAT2ND

Sunday, October 22, 2006 9:24 PM (P)

Huxley looked around the warehouse. His eyes had become accustomed to the gloom and he was able to pick out the people.

He smiled and waved at Wisp’s glare. The other “patients” sat quietly, huddled together.

‘If they could pull this off’ Huxley thought, ‘The good doctor would have a good number of patients to figure out what the Crimson Guard was up to, plus The Doctor’s friends in the Underground would have their friends back’

Huxley didn’t mind helping out Dr. Sykes after all these were the people from his town, people he had sworn to protect, and it wasn’t often that a small town like his got to have a doctor with actual schoolin’. But the underground... he wasn’t entirely convinced their motives were pure.

He checked his watch again and cursed himself for doing so. He leaned out the door again, looking first up the alley towards the hospital then back the other way. Just as he was about to go back in, a bulk transport rounded the corner and doused its lights.

“Look alive people. I think our ride’s here.”

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

APRILISE

Sunday, October 22, 2006 10:01 PM (P)

OOC: Addiction to anything is bad...OK so Sims 2 pets is very very very fun, add to that school (the class portion of the semester is almost over next up is the full time field experiences) and you get me completely drawing a blank as to what ghost is doing and where she is. I'll try to come up with something as soon as i can figure this out.

April

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Sunday, October 22, 2006 11:10 PM (P)

Ok this is a very rough summary of characters and positions.

Soul, Safe, Wisp, Needy, Kyra, Huxley and Ghost are in a warehouse outside the hospital after there daring escape. A transport from the underground has just arrived.

Vixen is exiting the Helo prison and is headed towards an underground base

Seryn is deadish somewhere

Scorpion Regent is somewhere looting i think

Therealme is back at the epsilon waiting patiently for our return

Amybody else????

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SERYN

Monday, October 23, 2006 8:25 AM (P)

Sykes finished his work at the computer. All of his files, the data he'd gleaned from his work over the last few years joined the rest on a small storage device, which he tucked into the pocket of his pants.

The computer itself was set to destroy everything at the flick of a switch. It was ott and melodramatic, but, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was due to leave soon anyway.

For a long time he'd suspected that they'd taken their experiments elswhare - Boros had become noisier, certainly since all this ruckus with that Needy guy.

Well, nevermind. He dropped his last few belongings into a canvas holdall, stored his supply of medicines in his med kit and went back to drinking coffee and waiting.

SERYN

Wednesday, October 25, 2006 8:34 PM (P)

ooc - ok, would anyone object if i just wrote a post that wrapped this all up? or indeed, if someone just wrote a post that did so? I don't know if theres anything important anyone needed to get in, but this is dragging on and on - I think a resolution of writing lots of things into one post would halp next time, or not, i don't know, i just know that we seem to have been trying to escape for months now and only actually moved a few hundred yards...

I'm a whiny moo i know, but i shan't apologise for impatience!

You love me really, I know.

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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt

THEREALME

Thursday, October 26, 2006 4:41 AM (P)

OOC: Why, of course we love you, Seryn! However, by adding a quote from the Tick, why, the sky's the limit!

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Thursday, October 26, 2006 10:22 AM (P)

Huxley Looked aroun impatiently as the transport rolled to a stop in front of him. The guest list for the party was considerally larger than planned and there was just not enough room. It was a harsh decision but a lot of the escapees would have to wait for a return pick-up. Mentally he was dividing the group into priorities, The ones they came for were top of the list followed by children and women and finally the men.

He walked over to the door and tapped twice folloed by once once and three times. After a slight pause the door was lowered and a young woman exited. As she reached halfway sown the ramp a voice from the crowd shouted

"VIXEN!!!"

OOC-Not quite a wrap up but definatley hurrying it along

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SOULOFSERENITY

Thursday, October 26, 2006 7:20 PM (P)

OOC: Yes, I know, I've been gone awhile. SORRY!!! Busy life here. I'll post as soon as I can come up with something!

Oh, 2 things:

1. Soul Mate is a brilliant title!

2. I love the way you all write Soul. Seriously!

______________________

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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SAFEAT2ND

Friday, October 27, 2006 12:47 PM (P)

OOC: Ok, sorry for the absense. I had a horrible cold and the old imagination factory was sparking but producing no fires. I'll fix that today.

Wisp, just so we're on the same page... the transport that pulled in, is it the same transport driven by Jack? Also, your man Jenkins would'nt happen to be the same guy from the Dagger would it? If so, it makes sense that they made a stop and picked up Vixen on the way. If that's the case, nice wrap up!

I'm gonna write a bit of a chase, to include SR and then arrival at Sykes. I'll keep it short and sweet. From there I suppose we can regroup and decide where to next. There is still a mystery awaiting us back at the ISSCV Epsilon.

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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

THEREALME

Friday, October 27, 2006 3:35 PM (P)

A small figure walks into the cargo bay of the Epsilon. It surveys the ruin that was once the plant person Rosie Walker. The feet of the figure stick to the sappy fluid that has covered the deck. It frowns.

"Well, I made quite a mess, didn't I? Hmmmm... Well, my pretties, why don't you four stack her pieces neatly over there against that wall. You never know, we might need some fire wood."

Four tiny plant people raise themselves up on their roots and scurry across the deck to obey.

"And the rest of you... get a mop."

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, October 27, 2006 8:23 PM (P)

The transport rumbled out of the warehouse and down the narrow street. In the back Wisp and Vixen sat huddled together. Safe watched the two for a bit. He wasn’t sure whether they were fighting or happy to see one another or a bit of both. What patients they could take sat quietly, those they couldn’t; Huxley had stayed behind to help them disappear. Soul sat near the front keeping watch through the small window, and Needy cradled the woman that had tried to kill him.

“I trust your foray was… successful” Citizens comment caught Safe off guard.

“Hunh… wha?” was all he could think of. To tell the truth, Safe was basking in the leftover rush from Amy’s unexpected embrace and kiss earlier. Plus it was good to see Jack and the rest again.

“You make this many ‘friends’ wherever you go?” Citizen allows a small smile.

“Only the important places I go.” Safe grins back. Safe’s smile falters as Soul quickly slides the window closed and turns to the back, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Just as Safe is about to ask, the door opens and Flechette comes through from the cab. “Versa, we need you up front. There’s a roadblock and we need you to talk our way through.”

Ghost senses the concern and stays silent, but one of the other children doesn’t share her premonitions and cries out.

Safe, Citizen, Soul, Wisp and Flechette draw their guns in unison and make their way to the back door, as shouts erupt outside. The transport lurches forward and shots ring out outside.

OOC: I'll finish this off tonight and hopefully have time to post some character info.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

SAFEAT2ND

Saturday, October 28, 2006 12:04 AM (P)

The transport leaned to one side as it rounded a corner. When it righted itself, the partition window separating the cab from the back opened.

“Safe, we’re in for a bit of a chase. You got any exploding ‘gifts’ for our friends back there?” Jack called back.

“We’ll do what we can Jack.” Safe turned and looked at Citizen. “You have any of your little surprises left?”

Citizen shook his head “Sadly, no. And I left my kit back on the Epsilon.”

“Well then, we do this the hard way.” Safe looks at the others, getting a nod from each, and he and Soul roll up the top half of the rear door.

Two Alliance hovercraft sped after the transport. One was about to overtake the transport when the rear door rolled up and a hail of gunfire met it.

It was obviously a military issue craft as the shielded windows seemed to shrug off the bullets.

“It’s not working” Safe hollered above the rush of the wind. “We need something heavier.”

Flechette looks up suddenly, and works her way back to the front of the truck. Returning a minute latter, she held a three foot rod with ball attached to one end.

“Is that what I think it is?” Safe and Soul say in unison.

“Yup. A sonic mine. Versa keep the one she found a while and has been tinkering with it.” Flechette said as Wisp gazed in amazement at the sonic mine.

Leaning out the back of the transport, Flechette raps the base of the rod on the tailgate, launching the ball into the air. Arms spring out from the side and start spinning. The ball hovers and a weird shimmer fills the air underneath it. Everything caught in the sphere under the ball, slows like the air became solid.

Their cheers of victory are cut short when they realize that only one hovercraft was caught in the mine.

The group open fire again, hoping to slow the hovercraft.

On the hospital rooftop a lone figure, attention caught by the gunfire, gazes through the scope of his high powered rifle. Chuckling softly to himself, he breathes out slowly, squeezing the trigger. Alliance is sooo stupid….

The driver of the hovercraft slumps forward. The craft losses control, swerving from side to side, bouncing off the alley walls, before wedging itself sideways and coming to a complete, loud, stop.

The group in the transport scratches their heads in confusion except Soul. He searches the area for signs of another gunman.

The figure on the rooftops considers for a moment then loads a different shell into his gun and targets the transport. Anyone running from the Alliance warranted watching. Again breathing out slowly he squeezes the trigger. ‘Tag, you’re it.’

Touching a button on his watch, a ship materializes out of thin air, hovering above him. Sling his bag of swag over his shoulder; SR climbs the rope ladder into his ship.

Soul looks up, “You feel that?”

Safe nods.

“Jack can’t drive. He’s probably nicked a post.” Flechette says “I best go up and take over. You close up here; we’ll be at the good doctor’s in a few minutes.”

On the outside of the transport, in one of the bullet holes a little red light blinks on and off.

OOC:Sorry for the length. I hope this gets us closer to the end. I'll post character info later this weekend.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

NEEDY

Sunday, October 29, 2006 5:31 PM (P)

OOC: I've neglected this story way too much, I'll try and add what I can before I go back out again. Also, Safe - have you got plans to mention what Milton's up to now? Or is that coming?

It had been one year since Needy had had to deal with Kyra. He thought he had put that behind him, but now here she was, sitting beside him in the transport as it hurtled away from enemy shots.
Kyra had been rendered unconscious, for all their sakes.
They were all fugitives, and having an outsider with them was dangerous. The only reason they took her was because she was better off with them than dealing with the SG. Plus, she and Needy had a history.
No doubt, given the look on her face, she had believed he was dead. Trying to explain his undeadness, not to mention miraculous recovery from a gunshot wound, was not something he felt in the mood for doing.
He pulled her tight to him.
He didn't know what to think about the situation. He was in two minds. A part of him just wanted to hold her tight, to say how much he missed her and loved her.
But then the part of him that remembered what she had done felt nothing but anger. He looked at her face and recalled how she had betrayed him and wondered how he could possibly see past that.
Then again, there was another part of him, a third mind as it were. And that felt nothing. A quiet observer looking on, far removed from the situation, from emotional connection, from everything.
He leaned her body across him, resting her head on his shoulder as he placed his hand on her forehead.
Could he heal her as his body healed him?
Could he turn back time and just return to when everything was perfect?
He wished he could.
But everything was just too complicated.
He had made a dedication to the one that had brought him back. And he knew deep down that this wasn't to last. It would only be a matter of time before his friends would have to take second place in his life. More important things would have to take place.
He didn't understand them, he didn't know if he wanted to understand them. He only knew that it was a commitment he had made, to honor the one that had given him back his life. And sacrifices would have to be made

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

NEEDY

Sunday, October 29, 2006 5:54 PM (P)

The facility was practically empty.
The majority of people still in there had stopped breathing a while ago
The shadow of a figure stretched out across the bloody bodies left behind by the one called Needy.

"You underestimated him" the figure uttered calmly

"Maybe. But I'm not the only one" Robert replied, his voice tremoring slightly

"You requested your part in the interrogation and we granted it. You told us you had control of the situation, that he would surrender the information to us. You lied"

"No. His responses told you everything you needed to know"

"We know he did it..." the man started, before his voice rose in anger "BUT WE DON'T KNOW HOW HE DID IT!"

Robert stepped back a bit as the man blared at him

"We wanted to know HOW he did what he did and you did NOT get him to provide that information!!"
The man was slowly reaching into his pocket, pulling out a concealed weapon

"No." Robert admitted. "But I never wanted him to"

"What?" the man stood still, his hand remaining in his jacket pocket

"This was never about what you wanted to know. But what they needed to know."

"THEY?"

"The people who care about him. Needy's a very special guy, especially to his friends"

"Who do you work for?!" The man in charge demanded, his weapon now displayed and aimed at Robert Wu's gut.

Robert closed his eyes and concentrated. His breathing slowed and eyelids fluttered.
As he opened them, the man in front began to realise what he was doing, and fired the weapon. But it was too late
Unknowingly, the man had raised the gun so that it was aimed at his own temple. His thoughts ended instantly

"Not for you" Robert simply replied.
He didn't want to do it, but he knew it had to be done. Unfortunately it wasn't the first time he was responsbile for somebody's death, but fortunately in this case, no one could prove his involvement.
The SG needed to be stopped. They, like the Alliance, could not be trusted, especially with whatever technology Needy possessed.

Pulling out his messenger, he looked at the message that Clayton had not long sent him
WHAT'S GOING ON? IS NEEDY OUT?

Typing his message as he vacated the premises, Robert replied:
SG CLEAN AND CLEAR. NEEDY AND COLLEAGUES ARE OUT.

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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www.myspace.com/needsalt
http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

SAFEAT2ND

Sunday, October 29, 2006 6:02 PM (P)

OCC: WHOA... I like this Robert Wu twist very much!

And CRAP!! I forgot all about Milton... I had a scenario all worked out too...

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

SOULOFSERENITY

Monday, October 30, 2006 10:00 PM (P)

In the back of the transport, Soul kept his eyes on the small window beside him. Every few seconds, however, his gaze drifted down to the two objects he held in his hands. The one was a picture from long ago, faded and creased, but still portraying the face of Soul's first love from long ago.

Ciaran.

Then the other picture, the capture given to him earlier. A man with a tatoo, a tatoo engraved in Soul's mind's eye forever.

He knew what he had to do, what he had been given the opportunity to do when the universe had changed. But he couldn't do it alone. Not this time.

______________________

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."

http://havenofsouls.livejournal.com/

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Tuesday, October 31, 2006 12:30 PM (P)

"What happens now??"Vixen asked to Wisp huddled together in the transport.

"We get to the ships take off amd get as far away from here as possible"

"No I mean after that. Were wanted fugitives now, Theyve already proved how far there willing to go for us"

"Dunno. I really Dont Know"

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SAFEAT2ND

Tuesday, October 31, 2006 9:25 PM (P)

Earlier:
Milton sat quietly in the back of the transport, absorbing as much of the conversation between his ‘captors’ as he could. What he heard and saw wasn’t helping calm his second guessing. These people didn’t behave like kidnappers or killers at all. The man called Jack had an easy smile and a seemingly ends supply of quips and jokes. Amy had a bubbly personality that made it hard for anyone not to like her. Versa had all the mannerisms of a librarian. Flechette had an edge to her but the way she carried on with Jack and the new comer Citizen, it was hard to see her as a killer.

To make matters worse, they had stopped and picked up what appeared to him to be a frightened girl, but the way Citizen watched her said there was more to her than her appearance let on. The name she gave seemed somehow appropriate... Vixen.

When they pulled into a warehouse and the back opened, Milton started to get up expecting this to be his last moments and hoping at the same time that the Alliance would hurry up and get here. But people started board the transport, some dressed only in hospital gowns. He paused, confused, when a ghost walked up the ramp.

All the blood drained out of Milton’s face and sat back down hard. It couldn’t be him, could it? And yet it looked just like him, AND he was carrying Kyra. What was going on? Maybe they had kept him here and were only now getting around to killing him now.

Needy greeted Milton’s captors with smiles and hugs and was too busy to notice Milton, which suited him just fine as he shrank further into the corner. What had he done? WHAT HAD HE DONE??

OOC:Seryn, post away. You've yet to write anything I didn't like.

__________________________________________________
"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"

SERYN

Tuesday, October 31, 2006 10:10 PM (P)

the transport shifted suddenly, tossing the lot of them out of their reveries, the ground grew rough, it was evident they were traversing some pretty crappy roads. Needy and Citizen stood, and Jack called back,

"Er, yeah, guys you'd better hold on, some rough road here" He grinned and shrugged, he wasn't a tour guide. Flechette smiled at him.

From his vantage point Milton had watched what he could see of their route, it had alrmed him slightly that they had appeared to be driving right into a river, but now it seemed they made a turn into a tunnel of somesort, judging by the way they were lurching about, it was a tunnel that hadn't been used in a very long while.

*****

Sykes started at the sound of the alarm, flipping on a monito he waited for the picture to settle and grinned. They were here, at last.

He fixed another cup of tea, stuffed the leaves and other bits into a box and threw his coat on.

taking the tea over to the corner of the room he surveyed the images on the screen.

"You sure about all of this? You want me to know it all?"

She glanced at him, dark circled eyes bright for the first time in days "Yes, its going to be of more use to you. Plus..." she pointed to a passage on the screen "Poking about my uncle private files, i found this, no one else ever knew about it - he left it to his son but he died, so its been abandoned for years, but its a real bunker of a place, and huge, had to acommodate his mistress and all of her staff, plus others - ought to be a good place to hide out."

"It has interesting possibilities, we'll see how it all pans out... you ready to go?"

"yes, did you pack the tea? " He nodded, "and more blankets? and spare jumpers?"

"Yes, you know coldness isn't actually a side effect"

"Try telling me that after you've died!"

he grinned "come on, the cavalrys here"

Pausing only to pack the portable computer and grab the final blanket form her bed, they made their way through the short passages, to greet the arriving vehicle.

****

Safe looked out through the windows, the tunnel was long, and best as he could guess, it was leading them right back to the centre of town, they'd taken several sharp turns, and just before what looked to be a cave in, they'd turned down a service tunnel.

The bouncing stopped, and they halted before a large pair of doors, yellow and black striped.

That doctor stood there, waving, grinning from ear to ear. Safe blood boiled, that bastard had left them all to rot, not to mention that he was responsible for ki... Safe stopped, recognising the other figure now that she had lowered her arm and stopped frowning at the sudden light and noise. Seated atop a large metal container, hair loose and ragged and dressed in a mans shirt and what looked to be three different shrugs and cardi's was Seryn.

He watched as she sipped tea slowly but continually, then seemed to straighten and stand up - waiting, expecting someone.

Expecting them. He started yelling the gangs names, laughter in his voice, then burst through the doors and leapt to the ground.

Followed by the others he pushed the doctor out of his way he ran to the pile of luggage and stood as she pushed the hair off her face, took another sip of tea and smiled at him.

"Hi.." She looked pale and deflated, but as she watched the rest of them leap from the car behind Safe, something of the old twinkle showed in her eyes.

"Well, don't all leap on me at once."

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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt

SERYN

Friday, November 3, 2006 8:19 AM (P)

"No, really, don't feel you have to be all happy or whatever."

"What did you do? - Why didn't you warn us? We..." He didn't finish.

"Some kind of sedative, and how could I when they would have known what was planned before it even reached your ears?"

Glancing over the stunned expressions, she realised that she actually didn't want the big reunion now, she was just desperetly wanting to get off this godforsaken rock. Forcing herself into briskness, she picked up the tea flask and moved stiffly towards the vehicle, Sykes quickly shoved their stuff, all but his med kit and the spare blankets in the storage lockers and followed as she climbed awkwardly into the passenger compartment, and greeted the very confused looking Ghost.

ooc - no idea how you lot want to react to all that - it would have been a fun (totally ripped off of course! saw that coming!) plot development if concluded swiftly, but i kind of ...got bored and annoyed... with it. No more homages! React in your own time, for now she's going to curl up on an imaginary-doctor-cushion and fall asleep. Until we get back to the Epsilon and onto a new adventure!

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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt

APRILISE

Friday, November 3, 2006 12:08 PM (P)

OOC: I'm sorry i haven't posted in a bit, Full time kindergarten field experience has begun. I'll try to get something written during lunch (or when the kids go to art or pe or wherever it is they go today) if not then during my break at work tonight. It might not get posted today but i'll try to write something.

got to go now
april

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Friday, November 3, 2006 12:44 PM (P)

The team stood facing seryn in a moment of akward joy. They had all come to terms with so many different things that no longer held true.

How long had it lasted??

None of them knew, or cared now it was over. They were all the same as they entered yet entirley different. They had been shaped into harder purer forms of the same people. They had callings and purpose.

They walked down for a happy greeting as they all smiled like fools and laughed like twelve year olds with mucky magazines.

"See I told..." The doctor began before Safes fist connected with his jaw. It was meant as a simple gesture of annoyance as he didnt break it and all the group felt like doing it.

"thats the last time you lie to us!" Safe said with a joking smile offering his hand in friendship which Sykes took with a nervous smile.

"You all look terrible" Vixen said with her hard ice exterior

"Look whos talking!!" Wisp replied bringing about a new round of giggling.

"Seriously what did you guys do in there??" Seryn asked.

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NEEDY

Friday, November 3, 2006 5:44 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
"You all look terrible" Vixen said with her hard ice exterior

"Look whos talking!!" Wisp replied bringing about a new round of giggling.

"Seriously what did you guys do in there??" Seryn asked.

The group exchanged glances without words.
What they'd been through - both as a group and individually - was, for the most part, not something they wished to relive, especially Wisp.
For Needy, a lot of it was a blur anyway.

He embraced Seryn in a hug, worried for a moment that she would realise the truth, that he wasn't the same person. That even though he held her close, he was distant. And that what had happened to him over the past hours, days, weeks, months... hadn't quite hit him yet. He was just trying to make sense of things.

After he stepped back, his fellow colleagues continued to engage in conversation and spoke of how they wished to get off the damn planet, but Needy found his thoughts trailing off.

Catching the former companion staring at the transport and, by extension, the former lover that remained unconscious within, Soul approached him.

"An old friend?" he asked, trying to get Needy to open up

"I guess you could say that." He replied solemnly, before adding "Emphasis on the old"

"I imagine she had quite a shock back there"

"What, when she shot me? Let me tell you, it was no picnic for me either"

"You know what I mean. Seeing someone come back from the dead is not an easy thing to get ones head around"

"Yeah well..." Needy's replied trailed off into nothing

Soul looked thoughtfully on, as if trying to discern the thoughts of his friend

"Did you want to take her with us?"

Needy thought on this for a while, before replying. "I... I don't know"

Soul couldn't help but think of himself, or rather of Ciaran.

"Seriously consider it" Sould advised. "It seems to me that you've been given a second chance here. Even if it just means saying what you really feel, for closure. Don't leave things unfinished. It will kill you."

"Speaking from experience?"

Ignoring the comment, Soul simply states "I don't know if you believe in Fate or not. I'm not even sure if I do. But the chances of you two meeting up again... all I'm saying, is it seems you've been dealt this hand for a reason"

As Soul walks back to the others, Needy can't help but agree. "There is a reason for all of this"

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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www.myspace.com/needsalt
http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

SCORPIONREGENT

Friday, November 3, 2006 10:35 PM (P)

No one in the gathering noticed the approach of a hunched figure of a man pulling a large cart a long the road. The cart was a anti-grav unit, but its forward motivators were shot so the man was forced to move it forward under his own steam. If anyone had been curious enough to peek underneath the cart's tarp they would have seen some very impressive military hardware and then a bright flash of light followed closed behind by sudden darkness as the man clubbed them over the head with a stout tree branch.

OOC: Sorry I have't been around much life has been busy.

Scorpion Regent

SERYN

Friday, November 3, 2006 11:33 PM (P)

She was a little bemused, she'd taken them punching Sykes, she'd been meaning to do that her self, but couldn't work up the energy, she'd seen they way Wisp and Vixen both had both seemed to harden, what ever had happened it hadn't been fun. She'd known Needy would be even more lost to them, but, well.. she figured he had a circular thing going on, and he was going to get a lot more distant before he came through it. She would worry about them, but it was hard, when the banter flowed so freely, almost like before.

She found a spot - beckoned Sykes over, made him sit so that she could lean against him. He drove her round the bend - as soon as she was strong enough she was cling-filming him to a tree and laughing as she drove away - but for now while whatever it was that had knocked her for six was working its way out of her system, he was her only support. Bah, idiot man. She pointed to the flask, and he passed it over. Well trained at least. From where she sat she examined the new comers, some, from their clothes, were fellow escapee's, some where obviously underground. One looked like safe, but cuter, in a matinee idol sort of way. He laughed louder and flirted outrageously anyway. And there was another woman, flat out unconcious next to where Needy settled himself. That would be an interesting tale.

She listened to the talk, joined in, and laughed as much as she was able, until out of the small window ashe noticed a figure approaching.

"Soul? ...Safe?"

"Yeah, we see him."

Jack leaned over, trying to view the figure "How he found this access tunnel i don't know, but... gotta hand it to the guy, thats one heavy load he's haulin"

"do we go say hello?" She asked, but Sykes stopped her from rising "And you'd be what kind of good exactly? Stay here, they've got it covered" She glared at him, but he laughed and stretched to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Ostensibly it was a concillatory gesture, but he also knew she knew where he kept his pocket knife and wasn't about to give her the freedom to make use of it.

"Well, heads up guys - he almost here"

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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt

SCORPIONREGENT

Saturday, November 4, 2006 8:46 AM (P)

The man tugging the grav sled came to a stop about thirty paces away from the group. He stood up straight and shifted about clearly stretching over worked muscles. Big might be a word to describe the man, taller than most yet stocky. His face was hidden in the shade of his wide brimmed hat. His long coat made the details of his form difficult to make out.
Every one tensed as the stranger reached one hand into a coat pocket. The hand re-appeared holding a object about the size of a grapefruit. The loud crack of a rifle cocking could be heard from within the group. The stranger ignored the sound and raised the object to his face and tilted his head back, drinking. There was the sound of a stifled cough and a gasp that went hand in hand with the imbibing of spirits. The flask vanished back into the coat and the stranger took hold of the rope once again to make his way forward.

Scorpion Regent

NEEDY

Monday, November 6, 2006 7:56 PM (P)

Needy had sat back down next to the woman from his past
He wanted to cut himself off. To be cold and merciless. To deny she was there, and just get on with whatever he was supposed to be doing.
But her presense changed things.
Truth was, she was there, whether he liked it or not
He touched her cheek as she lay unconscious and breathed her name "Grace"
Only it wasn't her name. Not really. It was Kyra. Grace was the lie he had been led to believe, before.
He removed his palm from her cheek and clenched his fist in anger.
She had told him it wasn't all a lie. That she had fallen for him.
He had told her he didn't believe anything she said.
Only, deep down he knew. She was telling the truth. He just couldn't get past the initial betrayal.

A figure loomed before him, interrupting his thoughts.

Needy looked up and took in the sight.

Yet again, he was taken aback in shock. Another face from another lifetime.

Milton

The former protege stammered before Needy could say a word.
"Is... is it you?"

Needy didn't answer, he just looked at him with eyes of relief

"It is isn't it? I... I think I've made a terrible mistake"

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Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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SCORPIONREGENT

Wednesday, November 8, 2006 6:34 AM (P)

The stranger finally pulls his grav-sled up to the assembled group.

"Is this the local chapter of anti alliance anonomous?"

Scorpion Regent

SERYN

Friday, November 10, 2006 2:51 PM (P)

From inside the transport, Seryn hears the strangers voice, and starts to laugh.

@Go tell them to stop messing about, it's SR, tall the man that he has to stop popping up on us like that, and to get in her and report - i want to know how he is!"

Sykes goes to step out of the Transport, but stop and decides to watch instead - the other obviously didn't know the voice as well as Seryn had, and were still slowly summing eacgh other up like rival dogs.

The it clicked, Wisp visibly relaxed, and Soul began to grin, but Safe had already walked up and clapped the guy on the shoulder. "You old... How the hell did you find us? When did you get here? Good god, no, tell us when we're moving, its time we got off this rock. Someone in there will be glad to see you.

Safe ran back to the transport, banging on the side to get the drivers attention. The engine started up, as Soul and the others shook Regents and stowed his haul away.

Sykes resumed his place, let Seryn pummell him into a comfier shape again and relaxed, feeling the rumbles of the engine and strangely glad to be leaving.

The stranger climbed aboard, took in all the different folks there, then seemed to stop dead when he saw Seryn. His face hardened slightly, but not before a brief flash of confusion swept accross his features. Sykes watched, the man met his eyes and they hardend further, he seemed about to turn away, but them approached them.

Seryn stirred, did her best to sit straight, and grinned at him. But even she seemed puzzled by the cold greeting.

He stood, not even swayed by the lurching of the transport as it moved off "Captain."

(ooc - is this ok?)

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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SCORPIONREGENT

Friday, November 10, 2006 4:32 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:
From inside the transport, Seryn hears the strangers voice, and starts to laugh.

@Go tell them to stop messing about, it's SR, tall the man that he has to stop popping up on us like that, and to get in her and report - i want to know how he is!"

Sykes goes to step out of the Transport, but stop and decides to watch instead - the other obviously didn't know the voice as well as Seryn had, and were still slowly summing eacgh other up like rival dogs.

The it clicked, Wisp visibly relaxed, and Soul began to grin, but Safe had already walked up and clapped the guy on the shoulder. "You old... How the hell did you find us? When did you get here? Good god, no, tell us when we're moving, its time we got off this rock. Someone in there will be glad to see you.

Safe ran back to the transport, banging on the side to get the drivers attention. The engine started up, as Soul and the others shook Regents and stowed his haul away.

Sykes resumed his place, let Seryn pummell him into a comfier shape again and relaxed, feeling the rumbles of the engine and strangely glad to be leaving.

The stranger climbed aboard, took in all the different folks there, then seemed to stop dead when he saw Seryn. His face hardened slightly, but not before a brief flash of confusion swept accross his features. Sykes watched, the man met his eyes and they hardend further, he seemed about to turn away, but them approached them.

Seryn stirred, did her best to sit straight, and grinned at him. But even she seemed puzzled by the cold greeting.

He stood, not even swayed by the lurching of the transport as it moved off "Captain."

(ooc - is this ok?)

\

A myriad of thoughts ran through SR's mind. He had found her again, or had she found him? In times of great stress or need SR could "travel", he would spontaneously dissappear from a time and place and appear somewhere else. Sometimes he didn't move far in time or space, other times,..well far is too small a word to describe. He could control the point of departure, but not the point of arrival. Yet time and time again he seemed to be drawn back to her, Seryn. He had seen her old, he had seen her as child, both of these instances he was lucky enough to be in disguise, he had seen and be involved with her in multiple situations. He had been the quartermaster of her pirate crew. Everytime he met her again he had to figure out how much she remembered of him. The fact that at one time thay had been "seeing" each other made all of this exponentially more complicated. His worst nightmare was finding her grave.
And now here she was. SR wanted to sweep her off her feet and kiss her, but what if he had never done that with her before, at least in her recollection. He tried to look for time line clues, who was here, what were they wearing? What music was being broadcast?

And who was that man she was being so fo,..frie,..familiar with?

Scorpion Regent

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, November 10, 2006 5:46 PM (P)

OOC: Wisp, I loved the Safe punching the doctor! I was gonna write something similar.
Yup, that worked Seryn! SR, I didn't truely understand your first post, but the last one was great!
Sorry about the length of this, but when writers block breaks...

Upon seeing Seryn, Safe felt a large weight lift off his chest. The crew was together, essentially intact. Crew... Safe paused to consider that. These people, thrown together by circumstance, some as different as night and day, clicked. He couldn’t understand why, but wasn’t about to question it. In fact, the feeling was cemented in Safe’s mind by what happened next.

After greeting Seryn, Safe looked up. Soul stood of to one side gazing back up the tunnel. The man was an enigma. For what Safe could remember of his case file, he was a loner, never technically worked with a crew. Rumour had it he was connected at one time to an assassin’s guild. The fact that he stayed with this group this long and had acted selflessly in the hospital spoke volumes to Safe.

Safe walked up to Soul but before he could say anything, Soul interrupted him.

“He’s headed straight for us, like he knew we were here.”

Safe followed the other mans gaze back up the tunnel.

“How so?”

“When he rounded the corner, he didn’t look any other direction.”

Quote:
“Soul?...Safe?” Seryn called out.

“Yeah, we see him.”

Safe could fell the group tense as one. A rifle bolt snapped into place.

Turning casually, Safe found Jake and Flechette standing nearby. Safe locked eyes with jack. They had been through a lot of tight spots together. Jack could read the message in Safe’s eyes and stood down ready for follow Safe’s lead. Flechette followed suit.

The rifle belonged to Wisp. Safe looked at the youngster and slowly shook his head. Wisp’s eyes darted from the stranger, to Safe, to Jack and back to Safe again, before lowering the rifle.

Safe had to grin. He liked the kid. He was a quick learner. Seemed to absorb everything around him.

Turning back to Soul, who had never stopped watching the stranger, Safe watched the stranger take a draw from a flask and continue towards them. Safe knew the newcomer had seen them all watching him.

Quote:
The stranger finally pulls his grav-sled up to the assembled group.

"Is this the local chapter of anti alliance anonomous?"

“I don’t know where you get such fanciful ideas as that neighbour.” Safe says with an easy smile. “Jes’ deliverin’ up a few supplies for the needy. I would imagine that the Anti Anonmous Alliance or some such, wouldn’t be caught muckin’ about in the sewers eh?”

Citizen, now wise to Safe's ways steps forward. "As my loutish help so... eloquently explained, I, Mr. Citizen (perhaps you've heard of me?) not we, are making deliveries. Now if you'd so kind..." He waves the necomer off to the side. "Time is money and money is time. Ok people!! Chop chop. Off to the next stop."

Quote:
From inside the transport, Seryn hears the strangers voice, and starts to laugh.

“Go tell them to stop messing about, it's SR, tall the man that he has to stop popping up on us like that, and to get in her and report - I want to know how he is!”

Sykes goes to step out of the Transport, but stop and decides to watch instead - the other obviously didn't know the voice as well as Seryn had, and were still slowly summing each other up like rival dogs.

Then it clicked, Wisp visibly relaxed, and Soul began to grin, but Safe had already walked up and clapped the guy on the shoulder. “You old... How the hell did you find us? When did you get here? Good god, no, tell us when we're moving, its time we got off this rock. Someone in there will be glad to see you.”

Safe ran back to the transport, banging on the side to get the drivers attention. The engine started up, as Soul and the others shook Regents and stowed his haul away.

_______________________________________________________________
"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

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Friday, November 10, 2006 6:03 PM (P)

Wisp wasnt overly invested in the meeting as he realised he hadnt slept in about three days. He threw a quick salute and a pat on the back before finding a semi-comfy spot on the floor and sitting down. Within 12 seconds he was gone to the world, too tired for dreams he lay comatose for hours.

'let the grownups do the horse work for a change'

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APRILISE

Saturday, November 11, 2006 7:18 AM (P)

Ghost sat silently in the corner of the room, hugging her knees with her good arm. The adults had been acting silly for a long time. 'Specially around Ms. Seryn, Mr. Scary Doctor man, and the silly man with the cart who had just arrived. Ms. Seryn must have gotten out like they did, maybe that was why Mr. Scary Doctor man had left her in the scary place, to get Ms. Seryn, and she had been a bad girl by moving from where he had left her. She hoped her punishment wouldn't rehurt her hurt arm. It was hurting enough now. She hoped it wouldn't be no food for a week, cause she was really really really hungry.

There were a lot of adults here, more adults than she had seen in a long time. That was why she was trying to be a good girl and stay small and silent. Children were meant to be neither seen nor heard, and to obey. That was what Mr. and Mrs. Carson had told her.

She missed Truth and Shadow.

April

OOC: Sorry it's been so long, I'll try to do better.

SCORPIONREGENT

Saturday, November 11, 2006 3:08 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by Aprilise:
Ghost sat silently in the corner of the room, hugging her knees with her good arm. She hoped her punishment wouldn't rehurt her hurt arm. It was hurting enough now. She hoped it wouldn't be no food for a week, cause she was really really really hungry.

There were a lot of adults here, more adults than she had seen in a long time. That was why she was trying to be a good girl and stay small and silent. Children were meant to be neither seen nor heard, and to obey. That was what Mr. and Mrs. Carson had told her.

SR looked about for clues and for something to do. When lost in time he found it best to set himself to some sort mundane task and everything else, hopefully, would fall into place.
He looked about and his sharp eyes spotted a small child huddling in a corner. Tired, hungry, frightened, injured, the girl didn't belong here, SR sensed that she was probably a orphan. It riled him to see a child suffer. He would give her some food. He began to rummage through his mussete bag slung around his neck and shoulder. His search produced bag of trailmix, a large hank of beef jerky, two oranges and a small daily vitamin package. He bundled up the food and vitamins in a large scarf. He the turned to the grav-sled. He reached under the tarp at one corner and pulled out a full canteen. That should do the job. He realized there was a problem. There was no way a small child would, or even should, trust any gift from a tall dark stranger, it would have to be given indirectly. This needed a woman's touch. He approached Seryn.
"Capt'n, yer pardon,"
"Yes?"
"Yonder urchin there looks in need of a snack." He said indicating with a tilt of his head towards Ghost. He handed Seryn the bundle and the canteen. "I hope she's not allergic to nuts. You'll have to peel the oranges for her, she's only got one good arm."

Scorpion Regent

NEEDY

Monday, November 13, 2006 5:54 PM (P)

Moments earlier:

Needy stared blankly into the eyes of Milton, his former protege. "What do you mean?"

"I... I thought you were dead."

"What did you do?" Needy asked calmly

"I thought these savages had killed you."

"What did you do?" Needy asked again, this time more anxious.

"I just did what I thought was best. 'Do the right thing' - like you taught me. No matter wha..."

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" He repeated angrily as he stood up to Milton

"The Alliance" he began to confess "I gave them everything they needed... to take down the Resistance."

Needy continued to stare at him, eyes of fire.

"I imagine they know where we are right now... formulating a plan... if they're not already acting on it"

Needy closed his eyes so to calm his spirit and think it over.

"Its the beginning..." the being told him "of the war."

"No," Needy told the presence in his mind "its too soon"

"It's time"

"No" Needy uttered, out loud this time, causing Milton to stand back

"What?" his protege asked in fear

Needy's eyes were now open, but were no longer looking at Milton, but a figure looming in the distance behind him. Walking towards them.

Could this be the beginning?
A sole Alliance operative sent to bring them in? It seemed bold even for them.

But as the figure edged closer, Needy realised he was wrong, and that the person that entered into the midst of their group was not Alliance. It was not even a stranger. It was SR

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First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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NEEDY

Tuesday, November 14, 2006 4:09 PM (P)

Thordom Business Park

On the roof of the EkstraTech building, a sniper got into position.
Laying low on the roof, he peered through the scope of his weapon, and directed it towards the window across the street, to the offices of Chung Industries.

"I've got a visual" he spoke into his communicator

On the street outside, a delivery van remained parked by the side of the building.
Inside were ten souls, a driver, eight special operatives and their team leader - a man by the name of Captain Man Janus - and all listened intently to the report being given them by one of their colleagues.

"You got a visual on Number One?" Janus spoke into his comm.

"Negative" the reply came back after a moment's silence. "It looks like they're all packing up. And Number One got to go home early"

"Ai Ya" the captain cursed in response.

"He may come back" the sniper reasoned

"No. He's long gone. We wait any more and they'll slip through our hands again" Janus realised

"Course of action?" the sniper asked

"We move". Janus turned to his men in the truck and ordered "Operation is a go. Now move!"

Returning to his comm as the eight special agents move out, he instructs "we're doing this now Phelps. Remember, we want them alive to talk... but I don't wanna lose any men again. You think you need to take a shot, you take it"

"Yes sir" Phelps replied as he readied himself

Flipping a switch by the receiver he ordered teams Blue and Red to prepare themselves at the exit, in case any of the resistance attempted to escape that way.

"Finally," Janus thought to himself "these rebels will face the consequences of their actions." With that, he armed himself and exited the back doors of the vehicle.

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First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Wednesday, November 15, 2006 11:00 AM (P)

Wisp had very wierd dreams that night. He dreamt he was in a room all awash with white light so he couldnt really see anything. Then a woman appeared he he sort of recognised but really couldnt be sure. She spoke with a soft tone that was comforting yet eerie

"The time is approaching where you will have to follow him"

"follow who??"

"He is the chosen one. The rest of you are here to focus and guide him. You must help him"

He awoke with a start intaking a sharp breath and banging his head on the wall. He shook his head with a puzzled look then dropped off again and dreamt of bunnies...

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SERYN

Wednesday, November 15, 2006 5:04 PM (P)

Quote:
"Capt'n, yer pardon,"
"Yes?"
"Yonder urchin there looks in need of a snack." He said indicating with a tilt of his head towards Ghost. He handed Seryn the bundle and the canteen. "I hope she's not allergic to nuts. You'll have to peel the oranges for her, she's only got one good arm."

Seryn looked to where Ghost sat, folorn and scared looking, and gasped - "Oh gods, how could i have forgotten about her? How did her arm get broken?"
Will SR swift behind she stood up and moved towards the little girl, squatting, as best she could around the bump, infront of her.

Ghost looked on the verge of tears, but Seryn just smiled, tucked hair behind her ears and nodded back to where she had been sitting.

Ghost brightened slightly, and nodded.

Seated back down, Seryn got to sharing the food out into portions, the lions share to Ghost, as well as pouring the little girl a small cup of the tea she had been drinking. Ghost wrinkled her nose, but started to sip away.

"Wouldn't it just be better to give her a pain killer?"
"No, she's just had the most traumatic hospital visit its possible to have, the tea will take the edge of the pain off, then when she calmer you can look at the arm... SR, will you please stop looming? Sit, eat something, and after i've got Ghosts life story, you can tell us how you got here - its a neat trick"

Ghost looked up at her name, but Seryn was still smiling at her, she knew she'd have to explain herself, but it didn't seem to be a bad thing "So, sweet pea, where have you come from? where is your Shadow?"

Ghost blinked How did she know about Shadow? Did she know about Truth as well? "At the Carsons farm."

"The Carsons? They are?"

It took a while to coax the full answers out of her, but eventually the whole sorry tale came out, at the conclusion, Seryn looked grim, but she gathered Ghost up and hugged her, so she didn't think it was because of her.Full up and finally warm, Ghost started to fall asleep.

"SR, can you talk to Safe up front? let him know that we have a change of plan? we have to go back to wherever he hired his mule from and pay a visit" SR looked at her and nodded, she noticed his impulse to salute, and smiled "SR, did we ever get round to that conversation about how i'm not running a ship anymore, and you don't have to call me captain, or take orders, and i'd like to be friends? Can you pretend that we did? Cheers, ok, go tell Safe."

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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt

SCORPIONREGENT

Wednesday, November 15, 2006 10:02 PM (P)

Quote:

"SR, can you talk to Safe up front? let him know that we have a change of plan? we have to go back to wherever he hired his mule from and pay a visit" SR looked at her and nodded, she noticed his impulse to salute, and smiled "SR, did we ever get round to that conversation about how i'm not running a ship anymore, and you don't have to call me captain, or take orders, and i'd like to be friends? Can you pretend that we did? Cheers, ok, go tell Safe."

"Can do, remind me, what did we agree to call each other now you're not captain?"

"We are still working on that."

"Okay"

SR found Safe.
Hey SR! What's the story?" said Safe offering SR his hand to shake.
"Long and mighty confusing, bet on that, if nothing else." replied SR as he produced a beer from out of one of his coat pockets and placed it in Safe's open hand.
"Nice trick," Said Safe as he quickly divested the bottle of it's top and took a long swallow. "Ooh that hit's the spot. You'll be asking a favor now, no doubt, that's your style SR. You rarely come asking empty handed."
"You are one cynical individual you know that? Well if you are expecting me to ask for something then I will have to consult the spirits." SR closed his eyes and collected himself in the manner of pseudo-psychic meditation. He began to speak in the stilted speech of a medium, "I see you returning to a place where you once aquired surface transport on a mission of mercy for dark and dangerous woman who is not without beauty and charms."

"You do, do you, you saw all that? Well this beautiful, dark, dangerous, woman," said Safe as he left the sentence hanging.

"That would be Seryn." SR replied filling in the blank.

"Wants to go back to,.."

"Where you got the mule." Said SR finishing the sentence.

Safe took another long pull on the beer.
"And we are doing this because?"

"Cause,"

"Cause why?"

"Cause it's her that's asking and she's beautiful, dark, dangerous."

"And charming."

"And that, and that, and because it's the right thing to do." finished SR suddenly rather serious.

"No money in it, is there?"

"None."

"And it will be dangerous?"

'Might be, might be, I guarantee it might cause you to have your heart broken, but you'll be a big damn hero tomorrow, and feel better about yourself later."

"And?"

"I'll give you another beer."

Safe picked up the microphone for the PA system.

"Folks we have a minor detour shouldn't take long at all."

OOC: apologies any and all, if I took too many liberties with your characters.

Scorpion Regent

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, November 17, 2006 4:06 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by NEEDY:
"Finally," Janus thought to himself "these rebels will face the consequences of their actions." With that, he armed himself and exited the back doors of the vehicle.

Jack looks down suddenly. Snatching a pager like object from his belt, he stared at the red blinking light on it. "Crap, I liked that base." Turning to Flechette, "Looks like we're movin' again, sweets. You sure Versa's virus will erase everything?"

"Yes I'm sure. I helped her set up the fail safe system mineownself. You questionin' our ablities?" Flechette glares at Jack.

"Oh, nononono. Nothing like that..." Casting about desperately for something to change the subject, Jack sees Safe "Safe!! We can't go back to our “office”, it's been compromised."

Needy overhears the conversation and glares at Milton.

Jack flips open the cover of the pager exposing a single finger print pad. Pressing his thumb to the pad, Jack then throws the unit out the window. It bounces along the side of the road finally coming to a rest. The blinking red light flashes faster until it looks like it is not blinking at all. Smoke starts rising from the unit and it melts into an unrecognizable glob of plastic. At the same moment, in the offices of the Chung industry building, all the computers start smoking.

“Impressive.” Both SR and Safe say in unison.

“Looks like you’re coming off planet with us.” Safe says, slapping Jack on the back, then leans into the back of the transport, “Hey Doc? You got any place in particular you need to be?”

OOC:Nope, that was fine SR.

_______________________________________________________________
"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."

SERYN

Saturday, November 18, 2006 9:43 PM (P)

Never one known for her patience, Seryn stood and wandered towards the cockpit, Safe and SR were stood clutching beers, laughing at something, she guessed, by the look on the other girls face, that it was something Jack had done.

"Hey. So did you tell them?"

SR looked over "I did, they don't seem that eager"

"Not eager? When theres a chance to play hero's and go about rescuing mini-damsels in distress?

Turns out the little girl, Ghost, has a brother and a sister. And they live in that peice of crap house Safe got the mule from. 'Cept there ain't much living there - they are in no way fond of the folk that barely look after them.

In anycase, we have to get the girl back to her siblings, but I was wondering if anyone had a better idea?

Jack looked around, cynicism in his voice "we can hardly take them with us - what are we supposed to do? We don't even have anywhere to go"

"Just so happens we do" Sykes had followed her over and grinned "In answer to the other question, yup, i'm all up for a space adventure, but, wont last long." He stopped, looked over at her, but it took her a while to realise that meant ot was her cue.

"Oh! Right. We were doing some breaking and entering... " SR raised one eyebrow "Going through files held on the cortex, one that might give us clue as to where some science type guys may be hiding out now" she caught the confused looks "...extra-curricular project - something he's got going on. And we found something interesting amongst some records of an old uncles. Payments, for delivery's made to an old moon - god awful place, no-one goes there unless they haven't got a choice."

The confused look hadn't gone, but she decided not to enlighten them any time soon "See when I was about six one of my cousins was telling us about how he knew of a secret house, and how he was going there as soon as he could and as long as we didn't expect to eat we could go with him to fly the ship.

I mean we told him it was crap, and beat him with sofa cushions, but several years later, I was eavesdropping on our mothers - his was saying how her accountant was an incompetant, recording expenses twice, detailing things they didn't even purchase, almost like he was budgeting two different estates.

And now we find this, I think its true. Somewhere on that moon up there is an entire housing complex - somewhere between a subterranean hideout and an oversized love nest - my family ain't known for tender feelings of fidelity.

I'm betting thats its almost entirely self sufficient and virtually undetectable. So i'm thinking we go take a look for it.

Anyone else interested?"

SOULOFSERENITY

Tuesday, November 21, 2006 12:58 AM (P)

Soul chose that moment to emerge once again from the shadows.

"I say we get off this rock as soon as we can."

He looked over to where Ghost sat, rocking slowly with her arms wrapped around her legs.

"She needs her family, and they need to come with us. Let's go."

Soul turned and stepped away from the group for a moment, staring back up the tunnel. The long, dark passage stretched away in front of him, and Soul once again felt the crushing weight of the life he had lived. If only any of them knew. If only--

A figure...in the darkness...Soul stood still, straining his eyes, staring...he saw a flash of brown hair, green eyes, and a smile that haunted him in his dreams...and he opened his mouth to cry out--

He blinked. She was gone.

Ciaran.

Soul squared his shoulders and took a moment to compose himself. She wasn't real. She couldn't be. There was no way.

Ciaran had died nearly 100 years earlier. 300 years after Soul had woken up and found himself far from home, cold, and alone.

Feeling the effects of the centuries he had lived, ageless as it seemed he was, Soul turned back to the group as they prepared to leave. From behind him, though, almost as imperceptible as the smallest breeze, came a voice wafting across time...

I'll wait for you...

***

OOC: Sorry I've been away. I figured I could reveal a big part of Soul's backstory there.

______________________

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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SAFEAT2ND

Tuesday, November 21, 2006 5:24 PM (P)

“Wait a minute.” Safe looks at SR. “This place you wanted us to go, is it the Carson’s place?”

Seryn nods her head. “Yes, that’s the name Ghost said.”

“Well, that changes things.”

“How so?” SR asks.

“I had the distinct displeasure of dealing with that... pile of Go-se.” Safe’s eyes narrow. “I think I need to pay him a visit.”

The transport pulls up in front of Rube’s hanger.

“Jack, our ships inside. Load the passengers, I’ll be back shortly.” Safe turns and helps Ghost down out of the transport, mindful of the sling Sikes had put on her arm.

“When I get back we have one more job, we have to pick-up Seryn’s ship.”

Jack shares a conspiratory grin with Flechtte. “No you don’t”

“Ok, what are you two damn fools grinning at?” Safe was getting a little annoyed.

“Safe, we’re the underground, the intelligence.”

“Jack, in all the years I’ve known you, you have never been accused of that.”

“Cut me some slack, Safe.” Jack gave him a pained look. “Ok,ok. Versa and Flechette are the intelligence. When we realized it was you we had our people bring the ship here.”

“Don’t tell me Rube is part of the underground…”

“No, he’s just a really good mechanic what doesn’t keep any records.” Jack says with a grin.

“Well… good then.” Safe hunkers down in front of Ghost. “Ok, little one. I need you to trust me. Do you think you can do that?”

Ghost looks at the ground, refusing to make eye contact.

“Ok, let’s see how I can put this... Where I come from, little ones are a precious gift. Now I never had little ones of mine own, my wife died at the start of the war, but I did want them, so did she. And nuthin’ makes this old soldier's heart break more that a sad and lonely little girl.”

Safe cups the little girls chin gently bring her eyes up to meet his. “From now on, I would consider it a great kindness if when we talked; you’d look me right in the eyes. Now let’s see if we can go and get your kin.”

Safe stands and offers Ghost his hand.

_______________________________________________________________
"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."

SCORPIONREGENT

Wednesday, November 22, 2006 4:13 PM (P)

As safe and Ghost approach the outer hatch SR waits with a suitably wicked looking combat shotgun.

"Do you need someone to watch your back?"

Scorpion Regent

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Wednesday, November 22, 2006 5:09 PM (P)

Waking from his slumber Wisp hears the discussion about destination and the new issues a things he stands up and joins the conversation.

"does that mean the Epsilon is here as well?? Cos ive got some stuff id like to pick up. And I havent changed in ooohh a month or so?? And ive been drowned, tortured, in firefights, and generally done over."

www.myspace.com/didxl
sexier.younger.brother@hotmail.co.uk

NEEDY

Thursday, November 23, 2006 12:15 AM (P)

The work of altruistic men and women striving to strip the Alliance of their power by any means necessary had taken place for years. The resistance.
"Whatever it takes" was their motto, their mission statement.
The resistance had operatives everywhere. You may not know it, but they were in the marketplace, in offices, had seats on the Alliance Board. They had infiltrated every part of the verse, or at least were well on their way to achieving that goal.
Unfortunately, the method works both ways.
Alliance had also infiltrated parts of The Resistance. They too, wanted to take down the enemy, by any means necessary.
Sometimes though, they don't even need an operative. Just one person to make a mistake, and place their trust, or mistrust, on the wrong side...

Chung Industries, Thordom Business Park

The silent alarm beeped as Janus and his men entered the Resistance-fronted stronghold.
The offices of Chung Industries did not house soldiers though, but ordinary people volunteering their services any way they could, to make a difference.
They had been victimised in the past, and once again they were about to become the victims

The lights went out in the building, and as the computers started to fry - a precautionary measure to protect information, carried out by one of their own - the members of Special Branch 1138, a faction of The Resistance knew what was happening.
Their location had been compromised and it was only a matter of time before they were arrested, if not killed.

Quickly they all moved as one to a hidden exit as they had been instructed to do in such an emergency.
Unfortunately for them, they were not the only ones who knew of it.

As Faisal, a timid computer hacker, lead the way to the exit and slid the door open, he was met with an unfriendly face.

"Don't even think about it" Janus instructed, pointing his firearmat Faisal's head.

The potential escapees remained motionless as Janus' men entered from all corners of the room through various entrances.

They were surrounded. No escape.

"On your knees" Janus growled at them.

As they complied, he muttered to himself "Rebel scum"

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

NEEDY

Thursday, November 23, 2006 12:18 AM (P)

"The consoles are fried sir" an agent called to Janus.

"Great" he mumbled sarcastically. "All of them?"

"Looks like it."

"Well, there's gotta be something here. These guys have paper right. Look for a hard copy. Find me something. Anything"

Janus paced the room as the lights were switched back on by one of his agents.

"You look upset" Phelps called on the comm.

Janus turned suddenly and looked out the window across to the adjacent building. Then, speaking into his comm he replied "They fried the drives"

"You'll find something. They don't clean up after themselves that well"

"Maybe" Janus said, sounding defeated already

"They fried the computers? So be it. You can't find any hard copies? Fair enough. But you got suspects, right? That's all you need. Assuming you're willing to go that far." Phelps smiled a wicked grin.

"I've come this far Phelps" Janus resolved "There's nothing I won't do to see these rebels buried once and for all"

---

Clayton hid behind a wall as he witnessed the lights go out in the offices, then come back on minutes later. He'd spotted the unmarked van, parked suspiciously upfront, and he knew one thing.
The Alliance had found them.

There was nothing he could do. Even if he was one of them, he had no power to help those inside. They were on their own.
Hopefully, they had taken precautions for such an emergency so that information wouldn't fall into enemy hands.
Clayton backed away slowly, and quickly vacated the area.
"What now? he wondered.

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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www.myspace.com/needsalt
http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

THEREALME

Thursday, November 23, 2006 4:12 PM (P)

OOC: Just let me know when someone steps on the Epsilon. I've been waiting patiently for months to resolve Rosie's fate.

APRILISE

Thursday, November 23, 2006 11:56 PM (P)

OOC:

Happy Thanksgiving!

I am working on a post..well several posts actually. One is a backstory on the Carsons, one of a new character i am thinking of bringing in, one for truth and shadow, and of course one of ghost. Expect one or two, maybe even more, of these tonight with the others following on sunday.

April

APRILISE

Friday, November 24, 2006 8:43 AM (P)

Carson Hovecraft had once been a grand and upstanding business. Founded in the early days of the colony, by one of the colony’s founding fathers, John Elliot Carson, it had been known as an icon of the community. For three generations it stayed this way, until the war. The owner of the company at that time was Jacob Carson.

Jacob was a good man, and a great businessman, he had a lovely wife, Karena, and two sons, James and John. He ran the business fairly and well, and from the outside it looked like he had the perfect life and perfect family. Like any family, however, life was not all perfect.

Amberlyn was Jacob’s first wife, and high school sweetheart. They had married very young. And for awhile they had been happy. They had a son James, followed three years later by twin daughters Amy and Faith. Unfortunately the girls both died soon after their births and the marriage crumbled. It was during this time when Jacob met his second wife, and while nothing happened while he was married, their relationship grew quickly after the divorce was finalized.

They married only a month after the divorce, and nine months later welcomed another son, John. While Amberlyn held no grudges against her ex husband, young James was not as forgiving. Even at the young age of six, James blamed Jacob for the death of his sisters and mother. While John adored his older brother, James thought of the younger boy as a replacement, as just another reason for his family not being together, and later the reason his mother was now dead.

Years later when the war came and Jacob left to join the war, he left the business in the care of his wife and sons. He didn’t know that in the few months following his departure that a sickness would sweep through the colony, and take the life of Karena, didn’t know the effect the war would have on his business, and didn’t know what would happen when his then sixteen year old son took over the business.

If Jacob learned any of this, no one would ever know.

The next time anyone saw Jacob he was in a coffin.

James, at sixteen, was not a businessman, he hadn’t wanted anything to do with the business, until he learned that his ten year old brother did. He didn’t want custody of his younger brother, until he learned his father’s will stated that in order to keep the business he must care for his brother until the boy was sixteen. To James the whole affair was nothing but a nuisance, but he’d do it for no other reason than to keep his brother from getting the business, and to make the younger boys life as miserable as he could.

James had grown up into a cruel teen, and the power he held over his brother only made him crueler. John went from a life of happiness and love, to a life of tyranny and servitude under the iron fist of his half brother. James led a life of parties and women. It was John, who did his best to keep the business afloat, but John was still young, too young to do what was needed, and James didn’t care. The war and the sickness that had passed through the colony had wreaked havoc on the economy. The once grand business soon fell into disrepair. There were many war orphans, and the leaders of the colony decided to help out those who would care for these orphans. It was during this time James learned that he was entitled to money from the colony for “caring” for John…that he could get money for “caring” for other orphans.

Two weeks later the first “Carson” child came to the home. That first child died mysteriously at age 3 two weeks after being with James. Three years after this first adoption, James married one of foster children…his first wife just fourteen at the time of the marriage and had been living in the home for two years, she died mysteriously six months later. His second marriage, only a year after the first, began and ended much the same way. Many other children passed through the walls of the Carson home. Some like John were lucky, escaping the home either by running away, growing old enough to leave, or on occasion being taken away by the social workers. Others we

APRILISE

Friday, November 24, 2006 9:04 AM (P)

These adults were strange ones. Maybe they weren’t adults? They looked like adults, they sounded like adults…but they had given her food and didn’t yell at her or hit her, and Mr. Safe said he wanted her to talk and look him in the eyes. Ghost looked up at Mr. Safe as he piloted the ship. This whole experience had been very confusing for the six year old, and she wanted Truth and Shadow. She missed them terribly.

Ghost smiled as she remembered that Mr. Safe said he and the other not adults were going to get Truth and Shadow from the Carson’s, a frown crossed her face for a moment as another thought popped into her head. What if they were taking her back and going to leave her at the Carson’s. Mr. Carson was going to be angry with her for going away for so long. Silently she took herself closer to Mr. Safe and tugged on his shirt.

“Mr. Safe no leave Ghost wite?” She asked quietly, still not used to talking to anyone really.

“No little one, you and your siblings will be coming with us.” Safe said smiling down at the little girl who smiled up at him. Then sensing she had something else to say he waited.

“Mr. Safe…I gotta use the potty.”

Spider McClellan was a street rat through and through, living in an abandoned building, and pick-pocketing or robbing strangers for cash. She knew the streets better than most of the adults who had lived there, and she knew of everyone who lived in the town. So when the transport came through filled with strangers, she couldn’t resist the challenge. She didn’t expect to see the brat with them, and that fact was what got her caught.

Ok so trying to rob a group of strangers who had connections to the underground wasn’t her best idea. Not paying attention was not smart either. She should have checked to see if there were others onboard first. Even with all these mistakes it was going well until she heard a young girl yell.

“’Pider!”

Quickly she turned to see three blasters trained on her, and feel a small figure attach itself to her legs. Looking down she groaned, it had to be her, for some reason the little brat adored her.

“Well well well, if it ain’t Truth’s little pet. What’s a matter brat, Mr. Carson finally get sick of you and sell you?” Spider smirked then flinched as the brat wrapped her arms around her legs tighter.

OOC: So these posts should have me caught up...I think...anyway, enjoy and sorry if it's a bit rambly i wrote a lot of this late at night.

SCORPIONREGENT

Friday, November 24, 2006 4:36 PM (P)

Quote:

Spider McClellan was a street rat through and through, living in an abandoned building, and pick-pocketing or robbing strangers for cash. She knew the streets better than most of the adults who had lived there, and she knew of everyone who lived in the town. So when the transport came through filled with strangers, she couldn’t resist the challenge. She didn’t expect to see the brat with them, and that fact was what got her caught.

Ok so trying to rob a group of strangers who had connections to the underground wasn’t her best idea. Not paying attention was not smart either. She should have checked to see if there were others onboard first. Even with all these mistakes it was going well until she heard a young girl yell.

“’Pider!”

Quickly she turned to see three blasters trained on her, and feel a small figure attach itself to her legs. Looking down she groaned, it had to be her, for some reason the little brat adored her.

“Well well well, if it ain’t Truth’s little pet. What’s a matter brat, Mr. Carson finally get sick of you and sell you?” Spider smirked then flinched as the brat wrapped her arms around her legs tighter.

"Safe, tell me this isn't one of the 'innocents' we're here to save? Cause if the cost of doing good works is being robbed blind then I say we just mind our own business. That is after we institute a drastic pest control program." SR muttered over the barrel of his gun.

"Patience SR let's not do anything irreversable just yet." chided Seryn

Safe spoke next "Young lady, if you fail to respect a persons property that person will not be so inclined to look favorably on you. Now if those persons should happen to have guns, and be short on time they might be so inclined as simply shake you loose your mortal coil and be about their business."

Spider's blood ran cold. "You could just let me go." she suggested, knowing that it was hopeless.

"I see a better chance of hitting a air pocket out there in the black." scoffed SR

"You could hand me over to the local constable." She knew that she could bear a week or two in the pokey. The deputy might abuse and misuse her, but she would be alive.

"The local constable is corrupt otherwise that young girl that has applied herself so intractably to your legs wouldn't be stowing away on strange ships." repied Safe

"You could go to the feds." Federal prision and hard labor were something she had no interest in, but atleast she would stay alive.

"Like that will ever happen." Growled SR. Death by protracted turture awaited SR if the feds ever got their hands on him.

"Gentlemen I have a proposal." interceded Seryn, who then turned her attention to Spider. "Child the way I see it you are not going to talk your way out of this. Right now we have business that really can't wait, however you can. So I think that we'll keep you under lock and key for a bit until we get our other business out of the way and then maybe we'll find us a nice patch of wilderness to maroon you in."

"A desert would be nice." suggested Safe

"No, island in middle of a great big ocean and we tatoo 'thief' on her forehead." countered SR

"How about dropping her into a ice cold mountain lake, hypothermia makes one contemplate one's sins while shivering to death." riposted Safe. He didn't really want to kill the girl, but there was no reason she needed to know that.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed Ghost. Her grip on Spider's legs was so tight that Spider couldn't feel her feet.

"Boys!" Seryn shout cut short this overly morbid conversational angle. "We can decide what to do later. Ghost honey let go of her and we will go and find your brother and sister."

Scorpion Regent

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, November 24, 2006 5:18 PM (P)

OOC: Where do I start? Needy, Awesome stuff! April, love the backstory! SR, the back and forth patter made me laugh out loud. WYSB, I'm not excluding you, just jump in anytime. I'm still relatively new at writing and feel a little overwhelmed at times trying to write for large groups of people, and then trying to find the characters motivation. Am I wrong in picturing Wisp as Lucas Wolenczak from Seaquest, only edgier? Soul and Seryn, I can't read enough of your stuff.

And is anyone else grinning maniacally at TRM's surprise awaiting us? Ok, maybe it's just me..

I'll write a bit this weekend, clean up the Carson storyline, April permitting of course, and then we can get off planet for a pause and refresh. I'm itchin' to explore Soul's story, flesh out Wisp's story and see where Needy and TRM are headed with theirs.

_______________________________________________________________
"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."

SCORPIONREGENT

Friday, November 24, 2006 5:53 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
OOC: Where do I start? Needy, Awesome stuff! April, love the backstory! SR, the back and forth patter made me laugh out loud. WYSB, I'm not excluding you, just jump in anytime. I'm still relatively new at writing and feel a little overwhelmed at times trying to write for large groups of people, and then trying to find the characters motivation. Am I wrong in picturing Wisp as Lucas Wolenczak from Seaquest, only edgier? Soul and Seryn, I can't read enough of your stuff.

And is anyone else grinning maniacally at TRM's surprise awaiting us? Ok, maybe it's just me..

I'll write a bit this weekend, clean up the Carson storyline, April permitting of course, and then we can get off planet for a pause and refresh. I'm itchin' to explore Soul's story, flesh out Wisp's story and see where Needy and TRM are headed with theirs.

_______________________________________________________________
"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."

OOC: There's a surprise? Will there be cake and cookies too?!

I'm glad to please. It's not always easy for me to write dialogue for other characters. I want to apologise for writing anything out of character. I fear that I may have taken too many liberties with Seryn's character. I know that people have stepped on my toes in the past so I want to be double careful not to do it to others. However I know that I have made a bad habit of writing statement/speech monologues that leave everything hanging. So I have taken the plunge and started to speak for others. I'm glad someone appreciates it.

Scorpion Regent

APRILISE

Friday, November 24, 2006 6:14 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by ScorpionRegent:
"How about dropping her into a ice cold mountain lake, hypothermia makes one contemplate one's sins while shivering to death." riposted Safe. He didn't really want to kill the girl, but there was no reason she needed to know that.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed Ghost. Her grip on Spider's legs was so tight that Spider couldn't feel her feet.

"Boys!" Seryn shout cut short this overly morbid conversational angle. "We can decide what to do later. Ghost honey let go of her and we will go and find your brother and sister."

Ghost looked at Seryn her grip on Spider's legs loosening a bit. She was very happy she had found someone she knew, and she didn't want the adults to hurt her. She didn't want anyone else she knew to go away.

Spider had looked up when the woman had yelled. Seryn's words registering quickly. The kid was here alone? Truth rarely let the brat out of his sight. She might not always get along with the idiot boy but she didn't want anything to happen to him, or Shadow. "Wait, the brat's here alone!? Kid where's Truth?"

OOC: okay so not my best work but i'm about to leave for work. Anyway Safe when you wrap up the storyline Truth and Spider have a complicated relationship. Basically they are 15 year old teenagers. They antagonize each other, but in some ways respect each other. They act like they hate each other but deep down they like each other. Does that make sense?

SAFEAT2ND

Friday, November 24, 2006 6:48 PM (P)

“On second thought...” Safe pauses. “I think we should bring her along. I don’t want to leave her here and chance that Vixen will talk to her. Wisp has his has full with that girl as it is, she doesn’t need like minded accomplices.”

Turning to SR, “I’m never one to turn down well armed help, plus an extra pair of eyes to watch over our new friend here would be appreciated. But let’s start our ‘meeting’ with the Carsons off civil like ok?”

SR sighs and reluctantly holsters his guns. Glaring at Spider, he grabs her upper arm in a vice like grip. “Let’s go street rat.”

Safe turns to Seryn, “I don’t want to come on to the Carsons all mob like, but if you want to come along… Wisp and Citizen will show Jack and them around the Epsilon. I’m sure I heard that he wanted to get cleaned up anyway. Plus, he knows his way around that ship. He’ll have her warmed up and ready to go for when we get back.”

“Besides,” Safe smiled down at Ghost, “I think she likes you best.”

OOC: April, that makes sense just fine. You will write Ghost finding Truth and Shadow right?

_______________________________________________________________
"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."

SCORPIONREGENT

Friday, November 24, 2006 8:25 PM (P)

Quote:
OOC: okay so not my best work but i'm about to leave for work. Anyway Safe when you wrap up the storyline Truth and Spider have a complicated relationship. Basically they are 15 year old teenagers. They antagonize each other, but in some ways respect each other. They act like they hate each other but deep down they like each other. Does that make sense?

OOC: Hey you don't have to worry about it making sense, they're teenagers. In about a year or two they will realize that they actually love each other, but willl be too insecure to admit and will be spend whole months in fear and loathing because they can't be bothered to say the simple words, "You want to get some coffee?"

Scorpion Regent

NEEDY

Friday, November 24, 2006 9:35 PM (P)

OOC: Well, there was more posts here to read than I had expected. Excellent stuff as always (and I too can't wait to see what's going to happen at the Epsilon - I feel bad for making TRM wait so long). Also, gotta say April that your backstory for the Carson's was great and has been a huge help, now at least I can understand a bit more about where the kids are coming from
Btw, I will get to writing something for Needy/Kyra/Milton eventually when I've figured out a specific way to do it

Clayton waited patiently at the station for the man to arrive.
"How the hell did my life turn out this way? One minute I'm checking up on weird stories, the next I'm helping out The Resistance. And now, it looks like that's done for. Now what? What do I do now? Just carry on working for Perry like none of this happened?"
Clayton's life certainly had done a u-turn of such in the past few weeks.
He had never been a star reporter, despite his talents for writing and finding a good story. His problem was that he sought out the wrong sort of story. Stories other people laughed at. Stories of governmental conspiracies, aliens, ghosts... any crazy story you may have heard by an equally crazy person, Clayton would have bought, wrote about and attempted to sell to the general public.
To be fair, he had on several occasions reported on incidents involving Reavers a long-time before the supposed authentic video circulated on the Cortex. The Alliance created these monsters? Still many refuse to believe despite the evidence, yet Clayton would just call them fools, just like he would call anyone else who refused to accept the stories he had discovered to be "true"
That was then though.
His life changed not so long ago whilst investigating the disappearance of a colleague's friend.
What he was told that day by two strangers was that the man he sought was alive and well, and provided visual evidence to confirm the fact.
The men were members of the underground Resistance and, despite Clayton's habit of not trusting people, he believed them. He trusted that what they were trying to accomplish was for the good of the verse. And they wanted his help.
Having someone like him, working for the media, would prove to be an invaluable asset. And in return? He would have access to all their knowledge and surveillance equipment. Not only could he prove his theories about what really goes on in the government, but he could help his colleague Kyra find her friend... when it was time.

But now that time was past.
His associates working for The Resistance had been captured.
There was only one other man he could turn to at this time. Someone else who had volunteered their services to the underground movement.

And now, that man had arrived, walking slowly towards him at the crowded station.

Clayton moved towards him casually, so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone who might be watching them.
It had to look simply like two friends meeting, nothing more than that.

"Clayton" the man said with a smile, extending his hand.

Shaking the hand that had been held out as a greeting, Clayton replied with a smile "Robert, glad you could make it. Let's go for a walk"

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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www.myspace.com/needsalt
http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

NEEDY

Friday, November 24, 2006 10:06 PM (P)

After explaining what he saw to Robert Wu - the unmarked van, the presence of Alliance agents at Special Branch offices - Clayton waited for advice as to how to act.

"It's simple." Robert started "You just go back to work, and carry on as normal"

"That's it? Shouldn't we do something?" Clayton asked, struggling to believe Robert's apparent lack of interest

"That's all you can do. Look, you can't do anything as you are, you're just one man, you can't take them all on by yourself. Why do you think organisations like this are set up?"

"But what about those that have been taken?"

"There are other teams out there, ones that deal with the recovery of their members"

"But, what if the others have been compromised too? What then?"

"There's no reason to suspect this is anything other than a lucky break for The Alliance. Someone at CI could have merely made a dumb mistake when they were hacking. There's a thousand reasons why this could have happened, but it does happen, sad to say. I'm sure you'll be the first to hear if it's anything other than a one-off."

Robert's words calmed Clayton somewhat, but still he felt anxious... helpless.

"It just feels like I should be doing something. Warning someone" he admits

"Trust me, they know already. There's sensors all over that building that are relayed in all offices. Everyone from SB1121 to those in the ditches will know, and they'll be formulating a plan. The best thing you can do is go back to work. See what you can find out from reports, and you'll soon hear from your handler, or his replacement."

Clayton still seems unsure

"Trust me, you'll be fine. It'll be fine"

"Ok. So... how's Needy? Everything go alright?"

Robert pauses before answering. "Well yes and... It's worrying"

Taken aback somewhat, Clayton questions "What? What's worrying?"

"I mean, they all got out, no problem. And I expect that he and the others are off this rock by now."

"So...?"

"It's just that, I don't think Needy's the same guy he was before."

"How do you mean?"

"Well it seems he's attained some powerful abilities."

"Abilities? What kind of abilities?"

"Let's just say I didn't help him out of there. He got out himself."

Clayton was silent, he didn't know how to react. He didn't know exactly what Robert was trying to say. They had both seen ordinary people manifest remarkable abilities before, and it hadn't always been a bad thing.
Then Robert clarified the matter.

"It's not that which worries me most though. When I was questioning him. I couldn't seem to reach him. Didn't have the control I should have had"

"What do you mean? You think you're losing your gift?"

"No" Robert confessed. "It's not that at all. It was... something else."

"Robert, what are you trying to say? What's wrong?"

"I couldn't control him, not at all. No influence, nothing?"

"Maybe his mind is not open to outside influences. Surely that happens, some are not as... moldable as it were."

Robert sighed. "I wish that was the case. But I fear it's because..."

"Because what?"

"There's something else controlling him already. And I don't think its motives are so pure"

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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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www.myspace.com/needsalt
http://needsalt.livejournal.com/

SOULOFSERENITY

Friday, November 24, 2006 10:43 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by NEEDY:
"There's something else controlling him already. And I don't think its motives are so pure"

OOC: Ooh! Chills! Very nice!

Uh...I've got nothing at the moment. I'll try to come up with something after Truth and Shadow reunite with Ghost and Spider.

______________________

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."

http://havenofsouls.livejournal.com/

SERYN

Saturday, November 25, 2006 8:53 PM (P)

Seryn watched the little girl - and the bigger girl she was apparently trying deprive of circulation.

"I'd kind of intended to come along - i'm not leaving Shadow... or.. a... Shadow, in a place that scares the living daylights out of her sister.

It might give us more of a clue about what, why, where or when we are here..."

She snapped back to attention.

"Ok, shall we get to it?"

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!
http://www.myspace.com/seryndippyt

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Monday, November 27, 2006 4:01 PM (P)

OOC- sorry ive been away for a while- battling the flu.

but am thinking of some stuff just keep me with ya n ill be back in a day or two

www.myspace.com/didxl
sexier.younger.brother@hotmail.co.uk

NEEDY

Monday, November 27, 2006 5:20 PM (P)

OOC: I'm a bti braindead at the minute, but I figured since I've got spare time I should try and post here

Milton was a little disappointed to say the least.
Here he was, reunited with a friend he thought was dead, only, as horrible as it was to think it, he might as well have been
The man that sat by him was not the one he remembered. He was cold and quiet. Distant.
To be fair, Milton had made a huge mistake and threatened the safety of all their lives by selling them out to the alliance, but even so, Needy used to be such an understanding guy.
Now his thoughts were much more internal and hard to read. His manner was calm, but which was not so much soothing as unnerving.

Milton remained silent too, occasionally staring at his former master who in turn listened intently to the others around them.

Milton struggled to know exactly what was going on. Who was going where - there was talk of returning to a ship named The Epsilon, whilst others talked of paying a visit to a family known as The Carson - something to do with returning lost children as much as he could work out.
Fortunately for him, Needy hadn't mentioned that Milton had sold them out, only that they should move fast as it was "inevitable" the alliance would find them.
This was the only indicator whatsoever Milton felt that Needy cared about what happened to him. Then again, that was no guarantee that he would be protected by these men and women when the alliance did arrive. He certainly didn't want to get thrown back into prison. Only, he didn't have the courage to ask Needy for such assurance - that he had a place to stay with them. He didn't know what the future had in store for him now

"I'm going" Needy said suddenly as he stood, as if he had been prompted to say it by force.
"Where?" Safe asked
"To the Epsilon. I'm sorry if you were thinking you needed me to go to The Carsons, but I really do feel I need to get off this planet as soon as possible. I don't plan on staying here a second longer than I need to."

"That's your choice" Safe said reluctantly "Whatver, you feel you need to do. You probably should get some rest if you can too."
Then pulling him close so as to keep the conversation private, Safe whispered, "What about them?"

Milton looked on nervously as Needy spoke quietly to his colleague, looked back towards him, then carried on talking.
"What's going on? Is Needy telling him what I've done? Are they gonna..."
His thoughts are interrupted as Needy ends the conversation and slowly walks towards him
Milton's suddenly feels sick to the stomach as his heart begins to thump faster and faster.
"Get your things" Needy tells him.
It takes seconds before Milton can force out any words from his mouth. "W-wh-why?"
"We're going"
"To the ship?" Milton asks
"Yeah."

Milton continues to feel uneasy, not knowing whether it is a trick. Was this really the same guy he knew, the very same man that trained him? Or was that man really dead - this one standing before him, nothing more than a clone, or the result of another Alliance experiment?

"What's the problem?" Needy asked "You don't wanna stay here right?"

"No" Milton declared, shaking his head emphatically.

"Good. They'll have supplies there, just grab whatever you've got with ya."

Needy breathed deeply as he contemplated his next decision. Meanwhile, Milton waited with baited breath what words would next come out of the man's mouth.

"And Milton..."

"Yeah" he replied nervously.

"Grab Kyra."

"What? She's coming with us?"

"Yeah."

Milton wasn't sure whether to feel more or less nervous. The two of them had both betrayed him. Either he was going to punish them the same way, or was showing incredible mercy to the pair.

"How?" he asked. "She's still out. You want me to carry her?"

"No." Needy lowered his eyelids and listened to the voices in the wind. "She is coming to. She will be able to walk with you..."

Milton turned back towards the transport where Kyra had been moved. How could he know?

Needy continued "...but not wi

SAFEAT2ND

Monday, November 27, 2006 6:31 PM (P)

OOC: For those who aren’t sure quite where we are, the transport has pulled up in front of the shop where the Epsilon is housed. It’s a small rural town, the Carson’s are a short walk down the road.

Jack loads his arms with supplies as Amy calms the former inmates, keeping them inside the transport and out from under foot.

Jack nods briefly at Safe as the small group heads off down the road, and turns towards the shop. Wisp is almost at the door when Rube comes running out in a panic. “Mr. Stark, Mr. Citizen!! Don’t go in there!! I don’t know what it is but its disgusting!”

“Mr. Stark?” Wisp raises an eyebrow at Jack.

“It’s a long story.” Jack grins at Wisp then turns to Rube. “Calm down. Let’s start with easy questions and you have to promise to respond in English, ok?”

Rube sputters and tries to continue.

Jack holds up his hands. ”Remember... English. Now take a deep breath. Did you complete the repairs?”

Rube nods his head “But...”

Jack holds his hands up again stopping Rube before he can spiral into panic again. “And the docking clamp for the Nandi atop the Epsilon?”

Rube nods his head again, calmer now. “Yes, but I haven’t been able to check the electronics. That... thing...”

"Good. We'll deal with the electronics shortly" Jack looks questioningly at Wisp who nods back. "Now show me this thing what has you, a large muscular man I might add, acting like a scared child."

Wisp rolls his eyes and holds the door open allowing Rube and Jack to walk through. Wisp gives an over exaggerated bow which causes Versa and Amy to laugh out loud.

Wisp grins and winks at them before following Jack and Rube into the building. Needy follows shortly thereafter.

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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."

NEEDY

Tuesday, November 28, 2006 12:37 AM (P)

OOC:Thanks for saying where we are Safe, to be honest I'm struggling to keep up location wise

Also, this goes for everyone. I think it would be great for everyone writing, so that we can have some indication of who we're writing about, if we "cast" the characters as it were.
Getting a mental picture of what everyone looks and acts like
So could you all please offer suggestions as to who you would see playing your character (as if it was a movie/tv show) or any of the other characters you have created.

Right now, I haven't got them all figured out, but I should hopefully compile a list in the next day or so

(Plus I wouldn't mind creating a movie style poster for the threads too, featuring said actors - when i get time that is)

Think about it.
Cheers

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WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Tuesday, November 28, 2006 11:37 AM (P)

Vixen looked on at the commotion with limited expression. Her arms were crossed and she casually bit on a fingernail. Her black hair hung tangled again in its pony tail that somewhere was making a soroity girl weep. Her face was narrow with sharp features which portrayed just an edge of darkness. If she had been born on earth that was they would have likened her to the actressSelma Blair.

She didnt care about the rugrat or any of that pervy Needys friends, She could tolerate Safe and his posse because of what they had done for her but she wasnt about to send thankyou cards out to anyone. Wisp on the other hand she had warmed to, the boyish charm and cheeky smile. How any person could travel through such darkness and remain sane was an acheivment.

There was some commotion gathering around the epsilon so she wandered over and stood at Wisps side noticing a smell of woodchip in the air.....

OOC-Wisp would be played by Tom Welling just about 8inch shorter (they could do it for John Rhys-Davies in lord of the rings)

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THEREALME

Wednesday, November 29, 2006 4:55 AM (P)

As Our Heroes enter the Epsilon’s cargo bay, they are met by a horrific sight. It appears that the plant woman Rosie Walker has been chopped up for kindling! The seemingly lifeless pieces of her body are stacked neatly along one wall. A great amount of pale green goo oozes from these remains, and also forms a large puddle in the center of the chamber. A chainsaw lies discarded on the deck, its jagged teeth still dripping with more of this goo. The remains of Rosie’s shins and feet are still rooted in the large tub of earth that she brought on board.

Scurrying around the area are a handful of tiny plant people attempting to clean up what remains of the mess. As Our Heroes enter the chamber, these creatures all stop and stare at them, but after a moment they go back to their tasks.

Suddenly, a small figure comes bounding out into the open. “Surprise!”

It is a young woman with very pale skin, reddish hair, and green eyes. She is rather short, though with an ample figure. She is wearing a dress that does not remotely fit her. The tiny plant people scatter at her abrupt entrance.

The small figure stops smiling, then inclines her head to one side, concern showing on her face. “You ARE surprised, right?”

OOC: Sorry, I’m not sure who is present.

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Thursday, November 30, 2006 4:05 PM (P)

Stepping forward Wisp spoke with clear confidence "Well may I be the first to say HUH???"

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SAFEAT2ND

Thursday, November 30, 2006 4:40 PM (P)

Jack had stopped at the hatch, his mouth hung open in a mixture of disbelief and revulsion.

"I'm gonna echo Wisp here, HUNH??"

"If you mean surprised as in 'I'm gonna empty my gorram stomach on the ruttin' floor', well then you'd be pretty close to the truth.” Jack looks at the others and finds the same reaction on their faces too.

Jack glares at the newcomer? “You mind explainin’ what in the name of the four moons of Persephone is goin’ on here?” He rests his hand on his holstered gun.

_______________________________________________________________
"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."

THEREALME

Friday, December 1, 2006 4:03 AM (P)

She blinks. "Oh, Persephone has four moons? I didn't know that. But this? It was my idea. I thought it would make things more convenient."

She spins around, as if modeling a dress. "Don't you like it?"

She stops spinning, stares at them, and frowns. "No, no, you don't like it. Not at all. But I thought..."

Suddenly, she follows the group's horrified gaze to the pieces of Rosie stacked against the wall. "OH! Oh, THAT! Don't worry. I'll make sure the mess is cleaned up!"

WASHSYOUNGERSEXIERBR

Saturday, December 2, 2006 2:39 PM (P)

Wisp steps forward and levels his weapon at the strange person spouting gibberish, not in a violent way more in a drawing attention way.

"Okay im taking the liberty of speaking for everyone here but i have three questions:

One. Who are you?
Two. What are you doing here?
and finally. HUH??"

He looks round for reassuring nods from the group which he quickly recieves.

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SERYN

Saturday, December 2, 2006 11:26 PM (P)

they paused, seemingly all as one, and surveyed the building before them.

Seryn planted her hands on the back of her hips, momentarily dismayed by the fact that - thanks to the bump, they no longer fit on the sides, and tryed to think of a word bad enought to describe it.

Ramshackle was to nice - had a homly edge to it.
Couldn't be derelict, cause it was obvious people still did some sort of living there.
Pigsty couldn't even cut it - the sty ;eaning against the wall had actually been repaired in the last ten years.
It was a mess. that was all she could think.

She looked over at Safe, who grimaced back.

she walked up the dirt track that wound between vehicles in various states of disrepair, and knocked on the wood next to the screen that masked the doorway.

A seedy looking guy, his body so badly maintained he could have been 30 or ninety slouched towards the opening, and leaned against the jamb, grinning at her.

She bit back the urge to punch his lights out, and smiled, a bright beaming smile. "Hi! We were in the neighbourhood, and we'd like to make you an unmissable, once in a life time offer!"

"yeah, which is?" He ran his eyes up and down her again, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Then started as the sound of soft clicking came from below. He stared at the muzzle of the gun lightly pressed to the greasy cotton at the apex of his legs, and followed the long barrel up to Safes face.

Safe grinned also "Let us see the children, and you get the rest of your life with your family jewels..."

Carson shifted his eyes to the side, looking for the shot gun that would be nearby, but his attention was pulled back by SR's handgun levelled with is nose.

"So, are you gonna call the kiddies or what?"

(ooc - sorry i can't remember if shadow and truth are there or not)

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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APRILISE

Sunday, December 3, 2006 4:50 AM (P)

OOC: Truth and Shadow are hiding in the cove after having ran away while the Carson's were drunk and passed out in the living room. Truth left some sign that Ghost will recognize.

Sorry it's been awhile, I've been really busy. I'm working on a post (actually had a short one i might incorporate as a flashback) I hope to have it up by tomorrow.

THEREALME

Sunday, December 3, 2006 8:31 PM (P)

Quote:
Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
Wisp steps forward and levels his weapon at the strange person spouting gibberish, not in a violent way more in a drawing attention way.

"Okay im taking the liberty of speaking for everyone here but i have three questions:

One. Who are you?
Two. What are you doing here?
and finally. HUH??"

He looks round for reassuring nods from the group which he quickly recieves.

The short woman's expression goes from a frown to annoyance, and she places her hands on her hips and leans forward a bit.

"One: Translated to your language, my name means ‘Young adult female who greets the sunrise with uplifted arms and who grows blossoms that resemble roses in sight and scent, and who can move from a rooted existence to walk among the spreaders of pollen to satisfy her curiosity.’ Your friend Bear shortened that to 'Rosie Walker' and I've used that name among you, even though that is curt and simpleminded and doesn't come close to describing me.

"Two: You, Wisp, planted me and grew me, along with my siblings. You and others invited me to travel with you. That's why I am here. Have you changed your minds or something?

"And finally, I realized that having a walking, talking plant person in your midst could make it difficult for you to do your business with some secrecy. So, when the time next came for me to bud, I went to a great deal of trouble to generate this new body that will pass as a human."

She reaches up to run her fingers through her long, red hair. "Hair? No. Plant fibers."

With one hand, she grabs her other forearm and squeezes it. "Skin? No, bark. But very, very soft and malleable bark. And, I might add, not nearly so resistant to heat and cold as before, or even bullets."

Finally, she stamps a foot. "Huh! Humans! Can never figure them out. I don't know why I bother, sometimes!"

SERYN

Sunday, December 3, 2006 8:58 PM (P)

ooc - cool!

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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THEREALME

Sunday, December 3, 2006 9:11 PM (P)

The new,human-appearing Rosie gestures toward the pile of wood, plant mass, and goo that was her old body.

"And you seem so concerned with that. Well, after this body ate the heart seed to transfer all my memories, all that was left was just a pile of... It was just a mess. Are you so concerned about the clippings of your own hair and fingernails?"

Rosie Walker, plant woman

OOC: Thanks, Seryn. See, I told you at Dragon*Con that I had a plan for Rosie and that she would be just fine. :-)

APRILISE

Monday, December 4, 2006 4:26 AM (P)

Spider looked down at the brat, who was still clinging to her legs in a surprisingly tight grip. Ghost looked up at her, her eyes bright and Spider groaned. “No Way Bratling!, Last time I tried that you nearly killed me.” Ghost pouted and Spider frowned at her, before giving up and reaching down to pick up the small girl. Ghost immediately letting go of the older girl’s legs and wrapping her good arm around Spider’s neck.

Spider shook her head then turned to the adults “So I guess since Idiot boy isn’t here we’re taking Bratling here back to him?”

Spider wasn’t happy, for one she was stuck watching the brat, for another she was missing the action that was sure to happen when this rather erratic group of adults got the “pleasure” of meeting the owner of this establishment. Looking around she frowned, something was wrong. She knew this hovercraft yard almost as well as Bratling and her siblings, anyone else would not notice a difference. After all, the hovercraft yard was almost always a mess, and it was nearly impossible to know when something was missing or moved, but something wasn’t right. Spider looked into Ghost’s eyes and knew the younger girl saw it as well.

“Well Bratling, looks like we might get to see what is going on at the house after all.” She said, tightening her grip on the younger girl as she began to walk towards the house.

OOC: The first section is from before they left to meet the carsons the second part is while the adults are having that "meeting" with the Carsons.

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