Special Branch: The Chasing of Wild Geese.
POSTED BY: seryn
UPDATED: Tuesday, August 22, 2006 13:25
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In the darkness of the Epsilon’s cargo compartment, piles of chopped wood pieces litter the whole area. The small figure wipes sawdust out of its eyes as it looks down. Then a kick sends half of Rosie’s head bouncing across the deck. A toe gingerly prods the interior of the other half.
“Huh. Like an empty coconut! Who would have thought that plant folk have no brains? Heh. That’s a good one. Have to remember that. Well, I must be getting close now! Not too many places left to look!”
The chainsaw is retrieved and once more screams to life. It starts to carve its way into Rosie’s bare, limbless, headless torso when suddenly a viscous liquid starts to spray everywhere.
“Ah! I hit goo! Finally! That… that thing I need! It’s in here, somewhere, isn’t it?”
Carefully, an opening is made in the surface as the sap inside slowly bubbles up and flows out onto the deck. Hands reach inside the gash to grasp a round object about the size and shape of a football. Pressure is exerted.
“Come on, now! Come on! I need to get at…”
With a cracking sound, the heart-seed pulls loose.
“At last!”
The small figure ravenously attacks the object, biting off huge chunks and swallowing them half-chewed.
“Mmmm, good! Good! Tastes good! Tastes like walnuts!”
Finished with consuming the heart-seed, the figure leaps up and frantically jams its head inside Rosie’s torso to start slurping up the sap still bubbling there. This continues for a while, but eventually the figure calms itself and drops down to the deck.
“Whew!! Well, that certainly hit the spot! But look! Now I’m a gooey mess! I’ll have to go get cleaned up and then prepare for the return of the rest of the crew. I bet they’ll be surprised!”
The figure gets up and starts to leave the cargo compartment, then pauses at the door.
“Rosie? Rosie was the name, wasn’t it?”
The figure dashes back to the ruin of Rosie’s upper torso and pulls free the red dress that Rosie always wore around her neck.
“This I’ll keep. Like a memento!”
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Angst? I can do angst!
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Angst? I can do angst!
Yes, but why?! What did Rosie Do?! I liked her!
Ok, and now i'm creeped out... you write excellent creepy characters!
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OOC: Thanks... I think!
But I'm not finished with the Special Branch. I have a cunning plan!
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Soul still hadnt returned and Wisp was getting worried. Safe layed on his bed asleep in the same position hed been in for an hour. Seryn was still cradeling the little girl who was openly sobbing into her breast. Wisp was pacing again and his circuit got into the vicinity of Needy.
"Needy You Ok??" he asked trying to stand in his eyeline.
Needy spoke but it wasnt to him it just seemed like mumbelling so Wisp walked off. Needy's imaginary friend though was still sat on the bed by Needy.
"Why did you do this??" Needy asked her, his voice had long since given up on sanity or emotion.
"I had to"It responded "You were going in the right direction but you were on the wrong path. I had to repair the situation"
"But why the others???"
"Because each of them has a part to play in your story"
Wisp had returned to his pacing when all of a sudden he heard a whirr from his restraiment bracer. All of a sudden he felt very woosey, His vision blurred round the edges and he felt like he'd pass out so he staggered back to his bed. just as he laid down the bed was raised into the celing into a bright light.
OOC sorry for the Needy but I just wanted to update you
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When Wisp came round he was sat on a metal chair in front of a desk. A bright light illuminated him but the rest of the room was pitch black. he tried to stand but found his legs werent responding. He tried to wiggle his toes but to no avail. He assumed it was an epidural to stop him escaping.
Two figures appeared out of the gloom. Not from a door just from a hidng place in the abyss. One of them sat at the desk while the other stood at his left. Both of them wore impecabley neat suits with a red lapel on the left shoulder.
"Please confirm your personal details for the record" The man from the desk said without emotion or tone.
"Who are you?? what do you want??"
The second man didnt speak he just slapped Wisp across the face with the back of his hand making his head swim as the pain fused with his previous wound.
"You are William Spacer born on Aerial. Your parents were curators at the Earth That Was museum. Names Andrew And Jayne Spacer. You have a sister.."
"No I dont" Wisp interrupted. The second man stepped forward but the first restrained him by turning his head
"One Danielle Spacer three years old. She was born the year after you deserted from Aeriel military academy."
Wisp inwardly recoiled at the news. 'He had a SISTER' although it didnt affect his life at the time it still affected his life. Unless....
If they invented a sister then they could kill a sister in front of him. It could be a interrogation tactic. He'd learned some details about it at the academy and a LOT more from gangsters who were worried about information being passed to rivals.
"Now Ensign Spacer" Military rank he had-Sign of control. He decided to undermime their superiority by inwardly degradding them. He called the man who was sat Small penis because he couldnt see it and therefore he must be hidng it. The stood man became Bum Fun because he couldnt sit down.
"Tell me about how you got here"
"I have no idea"
"Of course you do Mr Spacer. You are by far the most intelligent of your little Rabble you must have developed the technology"
"I did no such thing. We have no idea how we got here it was just an accident"
"Thats not true Mr Spacer" Tiny stated like he had solid facts to the contrary "We have similar technology that you undoubtedly could have heard about and upgraded. If you dont give us the technology I acnt guarantee the safety of you and your friends."
Threat the first interogation technique. Before hand they decide wether to threaten, Bribe, appeal to morals, or convinve them its evil not to.
"Well I Might be able to think of something" Wisp took his hand and pretended to scratch under his left arm. Then he threw it out into flipping the bird at winky.
"Regretfull"
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Citizen woke to the pounding in his head, a common reaction it would seem these days. He was careful not to open his eyes, and listened for a moment. He wasn’t in a cell, didn’t sound right, it sounds echoed longitudinally like in a tunnel. The ground wasn’t wet; neither was it damp, but it felt like it was often wet, cold stone that almost felt spongy. He was still in the tunnel network, probably in the barracks complex at the other end of the communications tunnel. The sounds were coming a bit clearer now, more distinct from the echoes that they caused. It was the sound of footfalls approaching intermingled with the sound of animated voices.
“It can’t be him, he’s dead!” The first voice exclaimed.
“I’m telling you, it’s him! Dead spit and if it isn’t him how did he know about the tunnels?”
The footfalls ceased and the Citizen could feel that the two men were quite close. The second bent forward, close to Citizen’s face.
“You’re right, he’s gotta be an Alliance plant or something, prosthetics, he can’t be still alive!” The man’s face was inches from Citizen’s now, he decided to take action.
Citizen’s eyes flickered open and as the man’s face began to etch surprise Citizen shot forward and bit down on his nose. As the man screamed in shock and pain Citizen swung his legs around and swept the second man off his feet, hitting his head on a crate, knocking him unconscious on the way down. Citizen glared at the man as his teeth bit into the soft flesh and cartilidge of his nose.
“Ungoo y angs!” He hissed. The emotions of pain anger and fear competing for real estate on the man’s face were joined by confusion. “Ungoo y angs!” Citizen shouted more emphatically. “y angs!” He shouted again twisting the man’s round and showing him his bound hands.
“You want me to undo your hands?” The man whimpered.
“Gair!” Citizen replied nodding, compelling the man to let out a few yelps of pain. He timidly reached around and undid Citizen’s bonds.
Citizen pushed the man away and spat out his blood and mucus before he retrieved the side arm from the second. He checked the chamber and looked down on the first man holding his nose and whimpering in pain.
“I’m really sorry.” Citizen said. The man glared back at him, tears in his eyes.
“You nearly bit my rutting nose off!” He exclaimed.
“No not about that, it’s, well I can’t believe I’m going to say it.”
“Say what?”
“I come in peace, take me to your leader.”
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.
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OOC: sorry for the delay. I have an idea worked out, but alas very little time to put it to paper.
Love the new plotlines!! Good to see TRM and Citizen back at it!
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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OOC: Send me a E-mail as to the plotline premise so I don't trash it by accident when I join in. If I happen to trash it on purpose it will at least be a informed deciscion. (kidding!)
Scorpion Regent
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Seryn’s cry cut through the drug induced slumber, bringing Safe, reluctantly, back to reality.
Safe pries his eyes open in time to see Wisp’s bed disappear into the ceiling. Looking around, Safe notices that Soul is still missing, Needy is still struggling with inner demons, and then locks eyes with Seryn. Hers, initially, is a mixture of worry and a little fear which changes to grim determination.
Seryn nods slightly at Safe and grips Ghost a little tighter.
“Seryn….” Safe starts before the darkness of the drug claim him again. There was something he had to tell her, but it slipped away like soap in a bath.
“Captain...”
‘Why would Seryn call me captain?’ Safe thought.
“Captain!!” This time the voice was more insistent and definitely lower than Seryn’s.
‘Seryn must be getting a cold’ Safe thought as he floated idly in the darkness ‘She’s starting to sound more than a little hoarse. But I’m not gonna be the one to tell her. Oh nosiree.’
A bucket of cold water snapped Safe's eyes open, only for them to shut rapidly in a squint at the bright light.
“Geez, Seryn, you really gotta work on your bedside manners…”
“Nice of you to join us Captain Franklin. We have much to talk about…”
OOC: I'll work on a plot recap this weekend.
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"We are in a geological phenomenon. We are exactly 2 weeks from everywhere"
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Vixen was still sat on her bunk in the empty cell. Nothing had changed since shed entered the prison facility. The food was still random as were the lights. But today something new happened.
The door opened to a lift which was just as spartan as the room. Inside was a young man roughly 19 like her. His hair was slicked back with buckets of hair product and he wore an immaculately pressed suit. His features were sharp but worn.
"Miss Goddard im here on the behalf of Mr Cizao he would like to meet with you"
"Me?? Why??" She replied with attitude veiling surprise
"He is a very important person in here. He was a key member of the independants and he would like to hire you"
"If he hasnt noticed i cant do any jobs other than sitting on my ass"
"That wont be an issue. The job is as a bodyguard"
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