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