[QUOTE=Sparkeagle;48046310](Why the hell would he come out and reply lol.)[/QUOTE]
[I meant react to the tomato, dude I was waiting for your post since yesterday come on.]
[B]A response could be heard from deep within. The mutated Squish responded with a mighty roar. The mighty roar could be heard from across the artificial landscape, sending animals scurrying and running in fear.[/B]
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(I can't seem to get sound and stuff for it well. Just going to post the link. [url]http://www.yourepeat.com/watch/?v=CUH1xbReI6k&start_at=11&end_at=12&start_at=11&end_at=12[/url]. Still new to gifs,)
Andron was left unfazed with such attitude, he held the dejector with one hand as he found the noise where it was coming from. He spotted the feebian with the gorillas, in reality the gorillas probably got annoyed by it seeing how even they had more common sense than him. Andron spotted him and sneaked behind. Waiting for the moment to strike the Sentinel jumped on its back, wrestling to keep it still. "I'm ending this now for good."
[B]The mutated Squish tumbled forward into the swamp, taking both of them into the mud. The mutated Squish felt safer in the mud and he began forcing Andron off of him.[/B]
Andron held onto the back pretty tight, as it carefully noticed the thick ass veins. He still held the dejector on handed, preparing for a kick an punch. Andron repeatedly punched until it gave him big black bruises enough for him to give in and get him to stop resisting as much. He jabbed the big needle onto his back, punching him to stop resisting, Andron dejected the red saucy blood out of his body.
...
Jeremy quickly went to the settlement, it laid dark and cold. He wondered whatever happened to Sledge, Yanim, and Viper really. He wanted to start off with Yanim, he didn't even see her after that incident. He wrote a message and hoped she could respond.
((I've decided that since no one has named the settlement where the shootout took place, that I ought to give it one. I'm going with Picaea.))
Once in the hallway, Arkadam ducked into a nearby men's room to continue his call in private. "[Okay, start over,]" he said as he entered a stall, having made sure that no one else was in the room. "[I was in the middle of loosening up a couple of leads over here so you caught me at a bad time.]"
"[Oh, sure. 'leads,']" replied Iyoko, sarcastically. "[Do they have boyfriends? I'm sure you're about to crack that case wide open-]"
"[Shut up, I'm serious. I caught a serious break; these two know each other. I got to overhear them talking as if no one was listening, and you won't believe it. Remember that briefing two weeks back about that huge human battle near Gadon?]"
"[Yeah, what about it?]"
"[They told us to report [I]any[/I] mention of a ship called "Archius." Well, by the sounds of things, that ship is on the planet now, and I'm fairly certain I've got its chief engineer right here at the restaurant.]"
"[Why wouldn't I believe that?]"
Arkadam sighed. "[I meant... You wouldn't believe that it was... Okay just shut up and listen. I've got them at a table together and I'm trying hard to get under this Yanim girl's skin. The other one I don't care much about. She thinks she's playing me for free drinks, but as long as she keeps Yanim at the table, I'll spend whatever I have to.]"
"Uh-huh," Iyoko replied. She was especially difficult to impress, but Arkadam had grown use to it. Acknowledgement without critique was her way of expressing approval. "[Have you been watching the news?]" she asked.
"[About that shootout? Yeah, I saw a little bit. It's a real damn shame the sort of shit that goes on around here because of these scum humans. It was a long drive though, I just got here twenty minutes ago and I haven't had the chance to read about it. What do you know?]"
"[There's too much noise in the media to get a clear picture,]" replied Iyoko. "[We're going to send Volrik over to Picaea to pose as a reporter...]"
---
The salmon was alright.
Gataska was in the middle of telling Yanim all sorts of totally interesting and not at all mundane stories about her own life in space, including one time when the ship 'utterly' lost power- for twenty minutes. On the ground. In the middle of a spaceport. Before Gataska could explain how the harrowing tale ended, Yanim's tablet chimed.
Jeremy wanted to know where Yanim was, just for safety's sake. Yanim replied with her location, with the addendum: "peaceful here, intend to stay night."
Jeremy saw the reply on his holo band, giving away her location. Judging by it she seems to want peace all to herself, understandable really, everyone needed it. But angst aside, what were they going to do about this Omega problem? HarkArk had better keep their eye on them like on Gadon again. Optimistically speaking of course.
Lion decided to broadcast his all-clear signal to Jeremy before heading inside the cave. He put out the fire outside before positioning himself at the entrance with his rifle in hand.
[B]As Andron puts the dejector in, Squish throws the robot across the swamp. As Squish reaches around to take it out, he pushes the syringe back in before knocking it off into the swamp, the murky depths swallowing it forever. Squish again runs off back into the artificial wilderness.[/B]
[quote]Andron rose from the ground , the dejector was gone but surely it could find the thing, Andron immediately scanned the object and took the dejector, wiping away the fifth and chased down the creature. "Non-lethal force has now increased." Andron said, he saw the feebian messing with the animals and marched right up to him. He turned around and Andron sucker punched him with no hesitation and kicked his knee, breaking it, Andron then kicked his face, pushing him across the ground. Andron placed its metal foot and stomped on his chest. He held the dejector and proceeded with the process once again. The Feebian resisted by trying to push the robot but Andron wasn't taking this shit from him. Andron stomped on his left hand from pushing him. Repeating the same process until he gets weak.
The final step was almost complete, the creature struggled but in the end: Metal beats Flesh. Andron kicked the feebian's face and knocked him cold. [/quote]
Varn couldn't sleep the whole night. He just tossed and turned in his bunk, the noise coming from the Zoo chambers weren't helping him. Rather than waste time laying in bed he got up and started to look for things to do. He started examining the reports around the ship.
Apparently Squish had done something to himself and was reeking havoc, Andron was on the case. Byron had taken his pirating a bit too far and tried to steal rum, while Dwan was away, the security team on board managed to stop him. There was a message from outside. Pippin needed some help with getting supplies to the ship. Best go and help him. He looked around the armory and found a set of [URL="http://images.akamai.steamusercontent.com/ugc/794066798558437531/DA15FA86ACF40D67E2009076909E3F272A9871B8/"]desert armor[/URL]. If he was going back, it was best for the locals not to recognize him. By the looks of it, the sun was ready to rise. He hoped on his ATD and made his way back to Picaea.
As Lion guarded the cave entrance, he begin scanning his surroundings. Dwan was quietly asleep in his bunk and there were no wildlife to be spotted outside lf the cave.
He had some alone time. At last. One of his thighs opened up and he brought out a small photo.
Two SDF soldiers in recon armor were standing infront of a camo-painted Adeptor. They held their helmets in hand while standing close to each other.
One of the soldiers was a man and the other one was a woman, both appeared to be in their early thirties.
A nameplate revealed that the man was a 'L. Eastlindht' while the woman was identified as 'V. Reed'. They were both smiling.
Lion's mind began to wander but was aprubted as he noticed Varn being on the move.
He tucked away the photo and sealed up his thigh before opening up a channel to Varn. He decided to keep the message simple:
"If you want to talk, I'm here." Was the message, alongside the coordinates for the camp.
Varn received two messages as he arrived Picaea. One was from Lion, who invited him to talk and the other was from dear old Sasha. The message from Sasha confirmed what he though, she took the bounty from Bromum and was now searching for the crew. Varn deleted her message and send Lion a reply. "Currently helping Pippin. Will drop by, when done."
Varn looked around and found Pippin. Naturally he was a little freaked out when he saw Varn in the armor. "Don't worry. It's me, Varn. Cmon, let's get you and the supplies back to the ship. You're leg isn't gonna fix itself."
"Understood." Lion leaned back and continued to observe the lake.
Having fallen asleep, Dwan started dreaming of events that had happened a few years prior, in the form of flashbacks.
[QUOTE]It was just another regular day for Dwan. He was traveling through multiple universes looking for work to do, working at supermarkets, bars, restaurants, as well as doing many odd jobs. He ends up in a universe that appears to be set a world resembling human society in the late '90s. Looking for a job, he decides to apply as a clerk at a office building. While the lack of documentation and prior work experience almost costed him the job, he managed to convince the higher-ups to let him work there due to the fact that he made some really good cocktails and coffee.
Under the pseudonym "Dvajn Karlsson", he joins a group of more-experienced pencil pushers lead by their superior, Diamonds "Dey" Cornell. Understanding that Dwan got the job due to his bartending skills, the group helps him figure out how to get around his lack of clerkiness, especially Dey. Dey and Dwan end up becoming really close, hanging out a lot outside of work, usually drinking coffee.
3 months since Dwan started working at the office, he decides it might be time he told Dey his secret. Due to how understanding Dey is, he hopes that this doesn't end their close friendship. Dwan didn't want a repeat of people abusing him for his powers nor did he want to be ridiculed for it. He decides to invite Dey for coffee.
"Hey Dvajn!", Dey said as he entered Dwan's apartment. "You made my usual, right?", he asks. "'Course, Turkish with milk.", Dwan said as he greeted Dey like usual. Dey follows Dwan into his living room, where their coffee is already served. "So, what is it that you wanted to talk about, Dvajn?", he asked Dwan. "Dey, I wanted to ask you. How well do you guard secrets?", he asked him. "Quite well, if I do say so myself. I'm not the kind of guy to rat people out, you know.", Dey answers. "Well, I've been hiding a secret from the group this entire time. And I'm only confident in telling it to you.", Dwan tells him. "Really? Well, what is it then?", Dey asks. "My name isn't Dvajn Karlsson. My name is Dwan Theidrum.", he says as his left hand is engulfed in a blue-like flame. "I'm not from this universe. I have the ability to jump universes.", he reveals. Dey is temporarily shocked at this revelation, but soon returns to his regular self. "Dvajn, I mean Dwan, I just want to say it is good that you're being open with me. I completely understand why you wouldn't want the others to know, they'd flip if they knew.", Dey told Dwan as he took a sip of his coffee. Dwan was ecstatic. For once, someone didn't look at him for his powers, but at him. He was relieved that Dey didn't think any less of him, but he was happy that for once someone looked at him like a person. The two would segway into talking about the recent news.
For the following months, Dwan would occasionally offer Dey faster means of travel by using his Universe Jumper incantation, but Dey would politely refuse the offer, leading Dwan to realize that the only reason why he was offering in the first place was because of how people abused him for fast travel in the past. Eventually, Dwan would mellow out and act more human, being a lot friendly and social with the rest of the group.
Soon, it was almost one year since he joined the office. Dwan was rushing to get to the office building, as that day was Dey's birthday. Dwan ran through traffic, carrying his gift with him, in order to get to the party on time. As he racewalked into the building like a proper person, he rushed to the floor where the group's office is. As he opened the door to the office, Dwan woke up.[/QUOTE]
Dwan woke up, noticing the fact that the blue flames on his left hand were still active. He deactivated them and placed his hands on his face. "Why am I remembering that day?!", he thought to himself.
Iska had arrived back at the ship and parked her bike in in the hangar.
She had begun writing the confession to bubal and was nearly finished.
Iska sat and thought about how to end this kind of thing, but was interrupted by a message from Jotan, the Volgrim chief. She was surprised to get a message from home in this part of the galaxy.
She opened it up:
[Quote][media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg4A3DBLrSA[/media]
Dearest Iska, I hoped that your ancestors are with you and you are well.
I bear terrible news. Last circle, The servants of kuthanax visited your father in his sleep.
His spirit walks the white plains now. We have left your workshop in the condition it was left in. Our clan has always relied on a weaponcrafter from your line, and we must ask you to return as soon as possible. May the crimson horizon shine upon you.
-Jotan.[/quote]
Iska read it multiple times, trying to take it in. Eventually she fell to one knee whilst gripping the edge of her desk.
She felt tears forming in her eyes, whilst thinking of her father.
[I]A Volgrim does not cry. You are a siegecrafter, now make me proud.[/I]
But Iska couldnt hold it back. She covered her face with her hands and felt the sorrow roll down her cheeks. She didn't want to carry him into the tomb, nor light his torch.
But she had to be strong. For herself, for the crew and... for her father and Bubal.
She wiped the tears away and got up. Walking to the observation room she avoided contact with the rest of the crew. Well in the room she sat down on the floor and looked out across the dunes.
Like before, it reminded her of Rigel, of her village in the Ilmiv valley.
She bit her lip and clenched her fist.
Yanim, Lion, Jeremy, Pippin, Sledge, Varn, Jeb. Nobody could see her like this.
Arkadam returned to the table just in time to refresh Gataska's drink. Yanim, a bit bleary eyed and tired from the day's activities, continued to pick at her meal, the novelty of company having worn off. She was ready to retire to her room and give up on the notion of anything positive coming from this stay in the desert.
Gataska's constant jabbering reminded Yanim of her academy days, when the other girls in her class would gossip incessantly around her in the mag trains and the commons, obsessing over social trivialities and reputations and yet never actually becoming personable. Then and now, she was tempted to simply ask, "is this really important?"
The only person she could really communicate with while growing up in the city of Ébo was her younger brother, Ryvik.
Ryvik was born in Autumn of 2366, just over one year after Yanim. As a child, he was gloomy and introverted, his raspberry-colored eyes obscured by a mop of dark violet hair. Throughout his years at the academy, he showed little interest in marksmanship or politics, unlike his classmates, and planned on one day becoming an artist or writer. He dreamed of leaving Kanadys as soon as he graduated to make a new life, traveling from planet to planet without settling. Yanim and Ryvik would spend hours together fantasizing about what that sort of life would entail.
Unfortunately, Yanim hadn't spoken to Ryvik since leaving Kanadys. In fact, her last conversation with her brother was a terse "happy birthday" greeting which was met with indifference. Looking back, it seemed strange that siblings so close would grow so far apart, but Yanim knew the reason why. Ryvik was denied entry to the State College of Culture and Arts, and although he never revealed what happened, it was obvious that he had been humiliated. He abandoned his hobbies and became bitter and universally hostile.
Gataska had just finished complaining about the showers in the previous hotel she stayed in when she seemed to have run out of things to say. The three kanads sat in silence for a moment before Arkadam spoke up.
"[Yanim, you look like you have something on your mind. Why don't you let it out?]"
Yanim mulled it over for a moment. Fuck it, it was better than listening to more of Gat's stories. "[I haven't talked to my brother Ryvik in almost a year. Do you think he misses me?]" The other two blinked, and Yanim sighed. "[Forget it. I'm tired; I should be getting to bed now.]"
As Yanim stood, Arkadam placed his hand on hers. "[Wait,]" he said. "[don't go away like that.]" He got to his feet and came around the table, and Yanim briefly feared he was about to hug her, when he suddenly turned and helped Gataska to her feet. "[Please tell me about your brother; we'll walk with you to your room.]"
---
Volrik arrived at the square in Picaea where the shootout had taken place. By now, most of the crowd had dissipated and all that remained was a lot of damage to nearby walls and windows. He went from person to person, posing as a reporter from "Offworld Chronicle," a small-time outlet for kanads abroad. He spotted a man in battle armor and quickly trotted over, hoping that this fellow might have been present at the battle earlier.
"Excuse me, sir!" he shouted. "I'm from the press, did you see what happened here?"
Varn was helping Pippin get on the ATD, when he heard the question. He turned around to face the reporter. The helmet masked his voice, so the locals wouldn't recognize it. "I didn't participate in the shootout, but I saw what happened. A gang of bikers rolled into town demanding everyone here to surrender. Then out comes this asshole, acting as a representative. They have a race on who can be a bigger scumbag with the winner being the biker leader, who shoots a kid. Then all hell brakes loose. After that I don't know what happened since I had to take care of my client here." He pointed towards Pippin.
Lion sighed. He began playing an old recording, projected at a nearby rock. Two happy soldiers. In love. "Fuck it."
He stopped the recording and stood up. A long antenna deployed from his head, connecting him with the Archius.
Lion then used his old codes to access the SDF communications grid. He found the frequency for the SNV Shadow. He dialed the commanding officer.
...
Mars looked beautiful from this distance. Despite being full of rocks, sand and dirt it still had a form of beauty.
Valerie sighed as she sat down on her bed. The last mission had been tense, multiple illegal vessels and limited time to act.
Yet she and her crew had pulled it off. Zero casualties on either side. She turned to her right and looked at the framed photo on the nightstand.
Old memories. Leon. Lion. She wondered where he was now. They hadn't spoken since after Victor's funeral.
She sighed and was just about to lay down in her bed when the communicator started beeping. She picked it up and put it in her ear.
"Captain Reed."
Dwan, still in his bunk, notices Lion. He isn't exactly sure what Lion's doing, as lying down means he doesn't have that well of a view. He slowly gets up, hoping Lion wouldn't notice.
"Captain Reed." Lion smiled as he heard Valerie's voice.
"Hey Val."
There was a moment of silence. "You still there?"
"Leon?"
Lion smiled.
"Yeah, it's me Val. I uh... I'm sorry it took me so long."
[QUOTE=kilerabv;48069848]"I didn't participate in the shootout, but I saw what happened. A gang of bikers rolled into town demanding everyone here to surrender. Then out comes this asshole, acting as a representative. They have a race on who can be a bigger scumbag with the winner being the biker leader, who shoots a kid. Then all hell brakes loose. After that I don't know what happened since I had to take care of my client here."[/QUOTE]
Volrik nods, undeterred by the colorful language in Varn's explanation. "You say someone came forward as a sort of 'representative.' Representing who, exactly? Picaea?"
"He said some outside group. He didn't mention any names, just that they were of-world and that they were very powerful. I think he was bluffing, so did the biker guys. But then again, once their leader shot the kid a ship flew over and kicked up a dust-storm. You can see the result."
"Some outside group, eh?" Volrik appeared thoughtful for a moment while he considered whether or not to pester this human any longer. "Just one more question and then I'll let you be... You said there was a ship low overhead, close enough to cause all this-" he said, waving his hand over the scene behind him. "Did you happen to see what type of ship it was, or which way it was headed?"
This reporter was persistent. Varn didn't know how much more bullshit he could give him. "I think it was a transport ship. Troop transport probably. The ship headed north by the sound of it. The sound of the engines reminded me of the old Orca transports. So maybe your guy was a merc or a hold out of the old Colonial confederacy."
"Troop transport, heading north, possibly mercenaries..." Volrik repeated the important details into a recording device to ensure they would be captured clearly. "Alright, that should just about do it. Thank you so much, could I get a name to go with this info, Mr..?"
"Krum Piron."
Volrik smiled as he thanked the human again. He would interview others in the area, but he had a hunch that the ship this "Piron" fellow mentioned would be the most important detail of the incident, one which the real media was ignoring.
---
"[...I can't imagine why he chose Naval school after that,]" Yanim said as the elevator doors opened onto the ground floor. "[He could have applied for administrative school or even telecom. He was always smart about how people communicate, even if he was quiet.]"
"[It's probably just a cry for help,]" Gataska said. "[Whatever happened at the SCCA was unfair, so he's probably taking it out on himself in hopes someone will come along and make it right.]"
Yanim shook her head. "[We tried to make it right. He wouldn't even give us a chance, especially not me. I think he thinks it's our fault. We encouraged him the whole time he was growing up, maybe...]"
"[It's not your fault,]" Arkadam asserted. "[The SCCA has extremely high standards. If he couldn't get in, he just wasn't ready. There's no injustice in that.]" Yanim's first impulse was to be offended on her brother's behalf, as she remembered his work and was still impressed by his artistry. On second thought, however, she remembered how few students were admitted to become state-recognized artists. Being good may have simply not been enough.
"[Yeah, you're probably right,]" Yanim said as they reached her door. After slipping the keycard through the handle, she said goodnight to her company. Gataska excused herself immediately, but Arkadam lingered at the door for a while longer.
"I don't know how long you're going to be around, Yanim," he said in English, "but you're the sort of person I like to get close to- as a friend, nothing more. I know what you probably thought of me when we first met upstairs, but believe me, I was just bored. Most girls around here only want to talk to a smooth operator who'll buy them the fanciest drink at the bar, just like your friend. It's really hard to find someone to talk to."
Yanim stared for a moment. Arkadam had seemed so two-dimensional before, but suddenly he seemed very real, even mysterious. Yanim wasn't quite as exhausted as she let on, but was rather depressed and bored beforehand. Now that there was something interesting for her, she felt as if she could go a while longer.
"Do you want to get high?" She suddenly asked. Arkadam blinked.
"What?"
"Do you want to get high with me?" She repeated.
"Yes."
Varn waved the reporter away. He turned around, hoped on the ATD and drove to the ship with Pippin. After a couple of hours, they reached the ship. Varn waved some of the staff over. "Help him to the medbay and take those supplies to where he tells you to take them."
Having done that job, Varn left the ship again, heading towards Lion's location.
Valerie was stunned. It had been years since the funeral and now Leon reaches out to her?
"It's... okay, I understand." She replied with a shaky voice. She sat up in the bunk.
"No, it's not. I was so busy blaming myself over Victor's death that I forgot you. It was stupid and selfish of me." Said Lion.
"I'm sorry Valerie, for everything I put you through." He sighed. "I've missed you alot."
"Then come home, I don't care if you're made out of flesh or metal because you'll always be the man I fell in love with. We can work things out." Valerie smiled.
"I still love you."
Lion smiled. "I love you too Valerie." He chuckled. "It feels really good to talk with you again."
He paused for a moment. "I'll tell you what; in one week counting from tomorrow I'll be at our spot. I'll spend the week with you untill I have to return to my crew."
"I'll hold you to that promise, Commander." Said Valerie jokingly.
"I wouldn't expect otherwise, Captain." Replied Lion.
The conversation then ended. Lion leaned back and smiled. A great weight had been lifted from his chest. He had fought some of the demons of his past and he had won.
His rear sensors noted that Dwan was no longer in his bunk.
"How long have you been there?" He asked as his antenna folded down.
"Long enough.", Dwan said slyly.
Lion nodded. "I see. Questions?" Just as he had finished his sentence, the perimeter sensors signaled a inbound friendly.
"Looks like we're getting some company."
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