Special Branch: Santos
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, September 11, 2008 19:24
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OOC: No need to appologize, Jazaf, that was excellent! The anticipation you created with that is killing me!
I'll post more soon. I'm currently in panic/planning mode. I'm hosting my baseball teams end of the year BBQ this weekend.
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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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The bullets ploughed through the air as Vixen rounded the other corner of the medbay and found herself watching herself get shot. The obvious shock of seeing too Vixens was visible on Safes face for meerly an instant. He finished unloading into the first Vixen then withdrew his backup on the second.
"Thought you could pull a fast one on us eh??" Safe said with conviction. "try and kill your old buddy Wisp then team up with the bad guy. Well guess what sugar lips this is the end of the line"
Wisp was desperatley fighting his brain cells. He couldnt remember what happened when he was knocked out but this all felt wrong somehow.
'Think damn you! Think!' Wisp screamed into his own head. (I dont know if youve ever screamed into your own head after having several holes drilled in it, but not only is it difficult its rather painful)
"Fine shoot me if you want" Vixen spoke, Her voice and face showed no glimpse of the fear rapidly growing in her. "But i didnt sell you out. And I only hit Wisp cause he was asking for it"
"Asking for it??? I thought you were friends" He hissed back at her
Then in Wisps mind it all clicked the beings the visions the mojhito on a cliff top beach. It all returned on a screaming rush of sodium ions.
"I WAS!!!" He bellowed into the headset" I was asking for it!!. Shes still on our side!!"
A puzzled look fell over his face as he lowered his gun.
"Now were all not shooting me you might wanna shoot her??"
The being on the floor was now in a running limp towards the escape pods. It was changing rapidly from person to person as it slipped away during the distraction of attention. Safe turned and fired several rounds into her legs and watched as the blows through her to the ground. He calmly stepped up from his knee and walked over, Reloading with a patient ease as he went. as He reached the body he rolled it from its back using the toe of his boot to stare into its eyes. The figure's face was mixing and blurring into a million different people.
"Who are you?? Really."
OOC- hope i havent stepped on too many toes but its been dragging out something rotten in the air so I wanted to get us planet side asap for a bit of proverbial and fictional fresh air"
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Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
The being on the floor was now in a running limp towards the escape pods. It was changing rapidly from person to person as it slipped away during the distraction of attention. Safe turned and fired several rounds into her legs and watched as the blows through her to the ground. He calmly stepped up from his knee and walked over, Reloading with a patient ease as he went. as He reached the body he rolled it from its back using the toe of his boot to stare into its eyes. The figure's face was mixing and blurring into a million different people.
"Who are you?? Really."
Seven Years Ago
"I asked you a question." The man asked.
"Ciaran" looked up at him and smiled slyly
"Who the hell are you?" he repeated, briskly walking towards her.
Mr Chambers was a heavy-set man with a beer belly and an appetite for revelry. Most of his women were afraid of him, his unforgiving manner and blunt fists meant that nobody crossed him.
"I told you before. I'm whoever you want me to be."
Chambers was right up against her now, staring down into her eyes in an attempt to intimidate her.
It wasn't working
"I can be your best friend, your colleague..." She ran her long slender finger down his chest, whilst her leg rubbed in between his own "...your lover"
The bulky man was no fool, and he'd had enough of being used, a fact made abundantly clear as he violently pushes her away with the palm of his hands, knocking her to the seat in the corner of the room.
"Who do you work for?!" He demanded
"Who do you want me to work for?" she whispered.
"Tchen wah" he muttered as he moved towards her again, grabbing the ornamental statue of Sihnon that had, for years, been a staple of his desk and office.
"You'll talk" he threatened, as he swung the blunt object towards her head.
She was too quick for him though.
"Ciaran" kicked him hard in his kneecap, sending the large man crashing to the floor in a scream of pain.
The ornament clanged as it hit the floor, the replica of the planet breaking off from its marble stand, and rolling under the desk.
"Ciaran" stood up and muttered insulting profanities under her breath.
"You had your chance Chambers" she growled "you had plenty of chances. But my employers are not happy with the way you continue to run things"
He tried to get to his feet, but the woman instead planted a hard boot in his gut.
"Who the hell are you" he managed to utter as he gasped for oxygen.
"I told you. I'm whoever you want me to be."
She bent down to talk to him more directly.
"But for you... I'm your worst enemy"
Just then, she grabbed what was left of the ornament - the priceless marble brick that had once held the globe in place - and thrust it at his head, lodging it deep into the back of his skull.
As the man slumped down, "Ciaran" rose to a stand, and walked over to the desk, retrieving the files she had been interrupted from taking.
Stepping over the body of the man, she left the office, nodding to Chambers' assistant on her way out. The assistant smiled - the boy sure was cute.
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A series of beeps tells Kurren that he has received a message. Once again he sets his ship to autopilot and checks his Communication Log.
"Good. My Parliment contact found something."
The first file Kurren opens pertains to Marshall, the only other ghost on the cortex:
Expendable Security Agent #7423
Codename: Soul
"The ESA?" Kurren had heard of that organization before. They did not exist, at least not officially. They were the guys who would go where the Feds could not and do what was needed. But the agency was exposed and dismantled some five years ago. After that, The Operatives were installed.
Skimming the text, Kurren finds no less than thirteen death certificates. But there were no autopsies, apparently the body would disappear from the morgue. Marshall would then call in from a different location and appear no worse for wear. "They must have faked his death to protect him from his enemies." The file goes on to mention that Soul is an excellent marksman with small firearms and that his other natural talents make him near impossible to be hit.
"Bah! Lousy fairytales!"
Kurren moves from the file to a recording of Needy's interview during his stay in Boros. He turns off the sound so it won't distract him and focuses on Needy. He watches as the main interrorgator pulls out a small device and then crumples to the floor a smoldering mess. It seems almost surreal as the guards walk in, notice the body, level their weapons towards Needy and then are simply torn apart.
Kurren replays the scene with the sound this time. He hears the interrorgator flaunt his power only to have it backfire. He listens to the panicked inquires of the gaurds before they meet a gruesome end. But more importantly, he notices a change in Needy's appearance.
Just as the gaurds rush into the room Needy's stature changes, even his speech at that time was different. Though whatever Needy said to the gaurds were to low for the microphones to pick up the overall tone was different.
Kurren watched that recording six more times, all the while staring at Needy.
"What are you?"
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Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree 
Navigator on Destiny 
Kurren, Bounty Hunter 
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Quote:
Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
The being on the floor was now in a running limp towards the escape pods. It was changing rapidly from person to person as it slipped away during the distraction of attention. Safe turned and fired several rounds into her legs and watched as the blows through her to the ground. He calmly stepped up from his knee and walked over, Reloading with a patient ease as he went. as He reached the body he rolled it from its back using the toe of his boot to stare into its eyes. The figure's face was mixing and blurring into a million different people.
"Who are you?? Really."[
As Safe slammed the clip home, Seryn eased around the corner from the opposite end of the hallway, her gun gripped tightly in both hands and held shoulder high.
“That’s enough Safe. Back off.”
Safe put his hand up in the air in compliance; the other slowly holstered his gun. “Easy now Seryn.”
Maxine and Liam followed Seryn around the corner, Maxine dropping to her knees to see to the wounded Ciaran.
At the same moment at the opposite end of the corridor, Soul rounded the corner from the med bay at a dead run. Seeing Jack at the last instant, his gun still trained on the real Vixen, Soul drops to a slide taking Vixens feet out from under her and catching her as she fell. Jack’s shot past harmlessly over her head.
“Whoa Jack! It’s me, Soul! Hold your fire!”
There is an audible sigh as the tension bleeds out of the air.
“I need a vacation…” Seryn says lowering her gun.
“Let’s get her to the med-bay…” Safe and Seryn say in unison.
Safe smiles at Seryn. “She’s no good to us dead. She’s got a lot of questions to answer. Jack, let’s finish the sweep of the ship. Let’s find the others and land this ship.”
OOC: Sorry if this is a bit weak, I've been writing for my creative writing class and doing the script for a short CG film and frankly I'm a bit brain drained.
This story continues to be my favorite. Excellent posts all!
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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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There was silence as Soul drew the curtain shut around the bed containing the woman who had appeared to him as Ciaran. Soul had requested time alone with her, and the others had withdrawn. For a long few minutes, the two simply stared at each other; one with a look of look of scorn and guilt, the other a blank slate. Soul had long ago mastered the art of keeping his emotions in check. In fact, if the person in the bed had not appeared to him as Ciaran, he would have never reacted the way he did.
"Show me," he said, more of a command than a request.
"Show you what?"
"Your true face."
On the bed, "Ciaran" turned away. "Please don't ask me to do that."
"I'm not asking."
There was a momentary pause, and then the face contorted again, swirling, until it settled on one face. In that moment, two things happened. First, on the bed, "Ciaran's" shoulders visibly relaxed, as if the weight of decieving everyone with false images had finally been lifted. Second, every barrier Soul had erected to keep his emotions in check crumbled, and he nearly fell over.
"No. That's not possible."
He stared down at the figure on the bed, and it took him a moment to register the face. The dark brown hair, the emerald green eyes, the lips that always seemed to be smiling. A face that had had haunted his dreams for years, and this time, Soul knew it wasn't an illusion.
"Ciaran..."
A tear streamed down her cheek, her skin worn and tired, but still flawless. This was the Ciaran he knew, not the perfect image she had projected earlier, but a face that had been through nightmares and came out on the other side unscathed. He kenw that this wasn't another illusion. One look into her eyes told him the truth.
"Why." It was all he could ask.
"Marshall, I'm sorry." She began to cry in earnest now, and Soul nearly crumbled as his name, his real name rolled off of her lips. It was a sound he had been dying to hear for a very long time.
"You died. I watched him shoot you, and I held you when you took your last breath." An image of the tattoo on the arm of the shooter flashed through his mind, the same laughing skull that always ended his dreams.
She looked away. "Its complicated." A series of coughs racked her body, and blood soaked the sheets she lay on. It took that for Soul to realize the fact that once again, the woman he loved lay before him, dying.
"Please," he begged. "I need to know why all this is happening."
She looked at him long and hard before responding. "You don't know what you started. All of you. You started something bigger than you can imagine, and I don't think you can stop it this time."
"What are you talking about?" He bent down and grabbed her shoulders, only to be greated by more coughing.
"I...I'm sorry, Marshall. I don't think..." She was cut off as her body arched in pain, and she cried out, the multiple wounds finally taking their toll.
"Ciaran!" he cried, tears finally falling from his eyes.
"They are coming for you," she whispered.
"Who?"
"The...Expendables. They found you."
The news struck him like a ton of bricks, but it was something that he could deal with later. "I can handle them."
"There's more. The Parliament has activated another Operative."
Damn. The news kept getting worse. "I can deal with him, too."
Ciaran smiled up at him, and then her eyelids began to droop.
"Wait!" he cried out. "Please, you can't leave me like this again! I need to know what you were trying so say last time...the last time I held you. Please."
Her eyes opened for a fraction of a second, and her lips parted with a whisper so soft, Soul almost missed it.
"I'm like you."
And then she was gone. He pondered the words for a moment, and then turned away, oblivious to the tears now streaming down his face. Once again, the woman he had loved long ago was gone. He walked slowly towards the door, keeping the curtain pulled around Ciaran's body.
It would be said for a long time to come by everyone there that they had never seen a more haunting sight. Soul's face was re
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Verbena was a barren desolate piece of rock. After the war the Alliance had levelled what had once been an strong independants industrial world leaving those who survived with little but misery. A very public message of rebuilding was spoken by the alliance with little actual aid being given. It was highly ironic that on this exindependant backworld that the alliance had one of their most advanced research labs.
Located underground in the middle of a huge rocky desert The IronHoar centre dealt in everything from ships to science. Huge rooms constructed and experimented ships of unbelievabe complexity while the people on the surface starved and died.
It was in one of these labs where Project:Einstein had been born, and it was in this lab where the first succesful stage 3 was being shown off.
"We have spent years designing the perfect mind" the proffesor spoke, He was wearing his best crisp white lab coat. His usual one was covered in various organic matters which tended to put off members of parliament. He really didnt care anymore but was dedicated to his research no matter how twisted it had become.
Proffesor Trepsil had been a biologist from birth. As a child he collected samples and specimens eventually going on to becoming one of the verses best neurologist. Einstein was his brain child, originally to combat mental illness by increasing neurone capacity. But as with all things the alliance funded the best intentions fell by the wayside. In order for his good deeds a price of morals was extracted and it lay before him.
"A mind like a razor faster than any computer yet known. Capable of outsmarting the best minds"
"And what does the perfect mind need to balance it???" General Mation had stepped from the shadows. A towering man left over from a time of war. "A body to match"
"Behold" He pressed a console on the wall and the mirror behind him faded into a window exposing Project:Einstein phase III.
A machine in the rough shape of a man stood there towering at 8ft and at least four wide. Its hands consisted of 3 claws and articulated fully better than a normal arm. There was a stump for a head with a series of plates that must have been sensors.
"Twin Vulcan rail cannons, 14 inch armour plating, Flexible terrain movment, 1700Mv pulse cannon, Twin retractable rocket pods. THIS" He said with a sweep of his arm "Is the future of warfare"
A round of applause swept through the room. The only people Not clapping were Trepsil and a Politican at the back. "You dont seem happy Mr Liven, Is something wrong??"
"Whats happening with caged sparrow?" He replied in a stern cold voice.
An invisible bead of sweat appeared on the general for less than a moment. "There are 2 phase IIs locating him. We should have his field readings soon"
"Be sure you do. This entire project cannot be Publicised until he is dealt with. If the Phase IIs fail" He paused contemplating his own wickedness with pleasure "Send him"
Trepsil turned away with terror "I am Frankinstein. This is my punishment to the world"
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The crew of both ships crammed into the Dwarfs cockpit around Wisp in his hospital bed turned control center. Soul was absent, he was still downstairs with the prisoner.
"We need to finish our mission" Maxine adressed to the whole group "Im grateful for all your help but we cant afford to delay any longer"
"I have to disagree" Safe and Maxine seemed to speak for the rest of their crews and were the focus of all attention "First off we need to resupply from santos. Secondly she brought us here for a reason, and I think its in all our best interests to see what that reason is"
"But we might be walking into more danger! Theres no point risking our lives or the mission"
"Your mission wouldnt be worth a pint or horse piss if it wasnt for us so I suggest You accept our opinion. The Epsilon is good to go, Anyone who doesnt want to land is welcome to stay on there but THIS ship is landing."
Maxine put up a stare that could blow off a zombies head but Safe was having none of it.
"Wisp. Take us down in 5"
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OOC: Really excellent writing guys, I'm loving the twist and turns.
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Earlier:
Quote:Amy sat on the cold hard surface of the floor, overcome with paralysis.
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
“Let’s get her to the med-bay…” Safe and Seryn say in unison.
Safe smiles at Seryn. “She’s no good to us dead. She’s got a lot of questions to answer. Jack, let’s finish the sweep of the ship. Let’s find the others and land this ship.”
It started as soon as she entered the cockpit, a sucker-punch to the heart, knocking the breath out of her. The sight of an innocent sitting close to the door, his back resting against the wall as his head drooped forward. The body was still, soulless, dead.
She knew who it was, even though she couldn't see his face. Yet still she went over to him and lifted up his chin to see his eyes.
She felt for a pulse though she knew it was useless.
She called out his name though she knew he was long gone.
That's when the weight of her body suddenly became too much for her legs and she collapsed beside him.
"Milton" she cried out through instant tears, putting her hands to his chest in an attempt to stir him.
She had acknowledged Needy was across the other side of the room, sitting just as still, but she hadn't called out his name. She didn't want to face the possibility that he was dead too. She couldn't handle two of her friends being dead.
But now she whispered his name "Needy."
Maybe he could help him. Maybe he had powers that could bring back this man, this young man she had fallen for.
They had only just begun their journey.
It couldn't be over. Not yet. It was too soon.
They hadn't had enough time together, so many things they hadn't done.
Too many things had been left unsaid.
Needy didn't say anything.
Neither did Milton.
And neither did Amy.
She just sat there. Cradling the young man in her arms, wishing for a future they could no longer have.
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Soon, Jack would find them, Safe too, but they wouldn't know what Amy felt. Flechette will try to console her, some will try to physically tear her away from him, but in the end, they will just let her be. Give her time.
That's all they can do.
Later:
Quote:Amy watched from a distance, her eyes red with grief, witnessing her fellow crewmembers give Soul time alone with Ciaran - the woman responsible for taking Milton's life.
Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
There was silence as Soul drew the curtain shut around the bed containing the woman who had appeared to him as Ciaran. Soul had requested time alone with her, and the others had withdrawn.
Needy was in recovery, his condition stable, but he seemed to be muttering words in a language nobody could understand. At least he didn't have to be here for this, Amy thought to herself, to see Milton's killer treated as a patient.
She didn't know why they let Soul do what he had to do, but she prayed to whatever god that was out there that he was giving her hell right now. Making that bitch suffer the way they had all suffered.
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"You're a better man than that" Kyra tells the man she had been sitting with for over an hour.
"You sound like him" the man replies to her. Until now he had only been referred to as The Weapon, but he was known by another name, in fact he had been known as many other names over the years
"Who?" the reporter asks
"Marshall. He always thought he knew me better than I knew myself" the man smirks, remembering times past
"Well I don't know about that, but it's true, you are a good man. It takes a man of remarkable courage to do what you're doing."
"I just do what I can" he responds, downplaying his role in what could be the greatest expose of all time.
"Even so. It's what this verse needs..." she tells him "Change. And you can make sure that happens. As soon as this is over with, I'll make sure this crew gets you where you need to be."
She smiles and places her hand on his, realising what he's been through - what he's had to sacrifice to get to this place. "They seem a good crew, they'll help you get it done"
"Thank you" he sighs "You're a good woman"
The words hurt her more than offer any reassurance. She can't accept them - she knows what she's done, the people she's hurt to get where she is. She was selfish and cold. Forgiven or not, she wasn't a good woman. She just wasn't.
Without realising it, she shook her head
"You are. To come out here and help us like this. It takes a person of courage and strength"
"I guess" she utters out loud even though inside she still doesn't believe it.
"You're wrong" she wants to tell him. "I'm not strong enough"
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