Special Branch: The Living Dead
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, January 18, 2007 15:39
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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.
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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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.
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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.
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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!
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"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!
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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
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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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"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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First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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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
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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!
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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
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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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