Special Branch: The Living Dead
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, January 18, 2007 15:39
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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!
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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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"
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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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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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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...
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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.
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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"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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