Special Branch: Santos
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, September 11, 2008 19:24
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"You want what??" maxine asked incredulously. Never in all her years as a medic had she heard anything like it.
"Stem cells" Wisp repeated quite calmly "I was looking through the Epsilons manifest and they have any emergencey Organ repair kit which contains stem cells"
"Ok but would do i do with them?"
"You dont do anything with them but ill need a sample of my bone marrow DNA inorder to specify the cells for my body. I need you to take a bone marrow sample"
Maxine paused for a moment in thought "so thats why you walked in here with that strange needle and a power drill?"
"Yup, you need to drill a hole in my shoulder, pull out some bonemarrow, then you inject that into the IV bag and by tommorrow i should be walking again...or riddled with cancer"
"Is this safe?? Like at all?"
Wisp laid down on the bed and removed his tshirt. "safe is such a vague word. Nobodys ever died from this procedure before. But then again nobodys ever attempted this procedure before"
Maxine gulped heavily as she began to sedate Wisp.
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Quote:
Originally posted by safeat2nd:
“... both of them. Their time is over.”
Safe approached the burnt-out room on the Dwarf where Soul leaned against the doorframe.
“Whose time is over?”
Soul and the ‘weapon’ look at Safe, identical guarded expressions molded their features.
...
Safe stared back unflinching; waiting for an answer.
Soul looked at "the weapon" then back at Safe, clearly ill-prepared for such an intrusion.
Walking up to his fellow crewmember he whispers to him "Look I'll explain everything, you've just got to give me a minute"
The Weapon watched from a distance, unable to discern what was being spoken. Marshall, or Soul, whatever name he was going by now, had his back to him. The weapon could no more read his lips than he could his mind. The voice in his head that told him not to trust the ex-agent was now more trustworthy than ever - and the secret meeting these two men were now engaged in did nothing to bolster his confidence and trust in the crew.
Safe looked over at the weapon as Soul made his request, the stowaway was looking blankly at them both. Safe couldn't read him and he didn't feel comfortable in relying on his instincts in this case.
Sadly, he felt he couldn't fully trust Soul either. So much had happened and the fact of the matter was, Soul had been involved with the woman responsible for this mess. Who was to say he could be trusted? Maybe he was more involved than any of them dare imagine.
"No, you're going to tell me now." Safe said loudly, this time The Weapon could here the conversation loud and clear, but was it a ruse, solely for his benefit?
"What is this? I want the truth!" Safe demanded, his voice echoing down the hallways
Soul stepped back a bit, quite surprised by Safe's outburst. He knew he was capable of it, but it did seem out of character. Clearly, the crew's elected leader had had enough of the lies.
Soul prepared himself to divulge what he knew, but he was too slow. The Weapon, this man that had got by many names and had seen so much, was also tired. Tired of being kept in the dark, shutaway from the rest of the civilisation.
If the ship's captain wanted a story, then he was sure going to give him one. The whole bloody epic tale.
"Fine. You want to know the truth?" The weapon stated, taking Soul by surprise. "I'll tell you the truth. I'll tell you everything."
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OOC: its a bit of a long post, hope you dont mind 
Quote:
Originally posted by NEEDY:
Clayton was left in the dirt, with seemingly no means to track the hunter after he left.
At least, that's what Kurren would have thought.
But Clayton, being the obsessive reporter that he was, was always prepared.
Earlier:
"I need your help" Clayton uttered quickly as soon as Robert Wu had opened the door to his modest but respectable downtown apartment.
The words "What are you doing here?" were on the tip of Robert's mouth but he never actually spoke them. Not that it would contribute to much anyway, Clayton knew full well what the man was thinking even though, unlike his friend, he was devoid of any "special abilites."
He knew that what he was doing was against the rules, but the rules didn't apply anymore, or at least not right now, and one man's privacy was worth less than a two-bit sparrow, especially when lives were at stake.
"I made a mistake" Clayton confessed walking into the heart of the man's home - the large space wherein the man often attempted to find some peace.
Robert pushed the door shut after the unwanted guest and slowly followed him into the living space.
"You didn't use the bug?" he asked
"Yeah, I used it" Clayton answered. The Bug in question was a chemical imprint, usually rubbed on a surface using the palm of one's hand. Kurren had denied a handshake during their meeting together but their minor scuffle had been enough for the reporter to mark the hunter's clothes. The Bug, like a lot of the resistance's technology, had been taken from the Blue Sun corporation itself. It wasn't available to the public of course, but the resistance had their sources, and Clayton had Robert.
"Then what's the problem?" Robert asked, his mind already distracted by another unspoken concern.
"You're the problem." Clayton snapped "The man's gone and I don't have transportation. You said you'd be there at Rollins'"
Rollins, of course. Robert had been distracted, so distracted that he had completely forgotten about their arrangement.
"Sorry Payne but there's been developments" Robert said, without a hint of actual genuine repentance in his statement. He was far too busy scanning his own room.
"What sort of developments?!" Clayton replied, his tone still excited over his own situation.
Behind the man, a thin brown briefcase sits open on the armchair, beside which lay printed documents. Robert rushes over to them, seemingly ignoring the reporters question.
Clayton turns, following the man with his eyes as he spots the papers and the strange devices housed in the open case.
"What sort of developments?" Clayton repeats, only now he fears that his own problems may be insignificant to a greater worry.
"Special Branch" Robert replies, shutting the case carefully and handing him a dozen or so sheets of the documents.
Names listed in random order, followed by serial numbers and a small barcode fill the papers, page after page.
"What is this?"
"You were right. It wasn't just the one team. They were hacked. All of them"
"What are y... Special Branch?" Clayton looked at the list, names he didn't recognise, but each and every one important to the furtherance of the resistance movement.
"When the Alliance raided the facility it wasn't a lucky break, it was the beginning of the end. Now they've got them all under lock and key, and it's only a matter of time til that sword of Damocles falls"
Clayton continues to scan the pages, hundreds of names, hundreds of heroes that had selflessly risked their own necks in the hopes of a better verse.
"Why now? I told you before we should have done something"
"A plan hadn't been formulated" Robert stated simply
"And now?" Clayton asked
"Now is the time. Now we move"
"No, this is crazy" Clayton objected "Now isn't the time! There's a bounty hunter and he's going to..."
"What?" Robert asked
"I think he's going to kill them. I think he'd kill her... if it meant getting his bounty"
"I'm sorry Payne but I can't help you, not based on "if's" and
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OOC: HOLY S***!! Needy, that is fantastic!!
I know I haven't contributed much lately, but I am still around and haven't forgotten.
Nice posts by WSYB and Jazef as well!!
I will try to add something soon.
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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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Do you know how wonderful it is to tie your shoe laces? I mean the feeling of bending one knee lowering your back and having the dexterity in your fingers to tie a double bow in some string?
Wisp would have told the maker himself that it was better than sex with 3 girls at once (an experience he had actually had) that day. After serious brain damaged, haemorage, and skull fractures he woke up and was fine. Better than fine actually he didnt have a scratch on him, the straight out of the shop look. His radical stem cell treatment had done exactly what he intended and he was ready to get back in the swing of things. That was as soon as Maxine actually let him leave.
"Im fine honest" Wisp interjected as He was poked proded and probed as he tried to dress.
"I dont care how perfect you think you feel yesterday you could barely walk and today your in perfect health" she flustered around him checking his bone density with a handheld recorder which she kept jabbing him with.
"look youve scanned me 18 zillion times with that thing, youve run blood cultures and a neural scan and everything says im fine"
"yea well im not trusting that neural scan, according to that you have double the normal brain activity of anyone, the machine must be broken"
Wisp looked down at his feet admiring his handywork. A smirk travelled across his face, It quickly disappated when maxine forced herself into his eyeline
"Im telling you, you should get at LEAST another days bed rest"
"Look im not going far" He took his worn brown flying jacket off the hook in the corner. It had sat there teasing him for days as he lay in bed. He embraced the feeling of the denim as it brushed over his skin and flexed his fingers in the air. "Im going for a walk round the ship. I might sit on the ramp and get some fresh air. Im not going outside i dont need an escort"
He took hold of the door handle to leave the med bay. How long had it been since he opened a door? It would have been when He got on the Dwarf. The simple things in life give the most pleasure. He opened it and stepped into the hall.
"I promise ill come back for another check-up before i get in my bunk"
She crossed her arms and huffed as he wandered off down the hall.
'That is one stubborn young man.' she thought to herself 'just 19 and he cures himself of a Broken head and wanders off round the ship'
"Wait a second, his bunks on the other ship and he said he wouldnt go outside! The lying little..." She banged her probe down on the sideboard and began cleaning with liquid frustration.
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"Surveillance reports call for the plan to be redesigned" 63 said as he entered the Abandoned Warehouse. What he meant by surveillance is what he just saw with his own to eyes, But Phase II's didnt think like that. They were sort of programmed in stage II. Project:Einstein stage I's were given the first level of Neural advancment to see how theyd cope, but Phase II's were put through rigorous training. They were more like machines than people. They had no social life, they didnt feel the need for luxuries, they didnt love or hate. The experts told the politicans they didnt feel fear either but that was a lie. They just called it a different name.
Odds. Statistics. Chance. They evaluated their own worth as a cost to the alliance so avoided death that way.
"Explain" 27 was tall with short dark hair and bland pale features. 63 could be described exactly the same. They were given make overs and surgery to appear generic. They couldnt stand out even if they tried.
"Target's injuries are completely healed. Current plans invalid" They both had IQ's double even the smartest scientist so they had lost the use of basic grammar structures in favour of more efficent speach. Like a computer.
"Frontal assault too dangerous. Chance of injury to target too high"
"Federal law enforcment presence. Chance of injury to target too high"
"Wait for opportune moment. Chance of success High. Risk to target Low. Risk to strike team medium"
The two of them then picked up their single rucksacks and headed out the door. 27 lit a flare and placed it in a pre-arranged flammable location. The two of them disappeared into the night, and an abandoned warehouse burnt down.
OOC- been out of the action for too long so just wanted to lay down some work
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OOC: Excellent posts WYSB, can't wait to see how the story of Project:Einstein pans out
Think I might entitle the next thread Special Projects, what do you think?
Well without further ado, lets get back to the story 
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"I wasn't looking for attention. And I didn’t have any grand plans of infamy. I did this because I truly thought it was the right thing to do”
“And what’s that?” Safe asked without hesitation.
“I volunteered”
“For what?” Safe said, staring into the man’s eyes, willing to see past the façade of a poor stowaway, and the truth that hid underneath, some deep dark secret no doubt.
The man laughed and shook his head. “You don’t get it, I’m not who they say I am”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about” Safe replied whilst Soul looked on in silence. “Why don’t you tell me who you are, what you’re doing here. Then I’ll decide where we take it from there.”
The man shook his head again. “Well I’m certianly not like you. Alliance right? Or at least you were. You certainly look the part, standing tall with your head held high as if you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, meanwhile you’re standing on the very rug that you just swept your dirt under.”
Safe bit his tongue, he’d let the man have this little dig at him, he was ignorant, didn’t know the first thing about him, his past, nor his former dealings with the alliance.
“I was nothing special, didn’t have a military background – my mother was a priest and my dad spent most of his time working down at Eavesdown. I thought I was gonna turn out to be a mechanic just like him, didn’t have any aspirations otherwise. But I was chosen. Chosen for the training program that the group offered me.”
“What group?” Safe asked
“The Expendables” Soul muttered to his friend, whilst The Weapon nodded his head.
Safe glared at Soul and clenched his teeth. He wanted to draw his weapon and hold it point blank against The Weapon’s forehead. The group were dangerous and one of their agents – Ciaran – had just killed one of their passengers, whilst leaving another in a critical state. But Soul had also been one. He didn’t know if that should make him want to give the stowaway the benefit of the doubt or whether he should just throw both him and Soul overboard.
“Don’t worry, I’m not with them anymore, and you can trust me on that”
Safe didn’t care what the man said, he wasn’t putting blind faith in anyone anymore
“But I believed, hell in a way I still do, that they’re not all bad. That they do have our best intentions at heart. They are trying to do good work. They are trying to improve the verse, trying to take that power the Alliance so mercilessly holds over everybody else, and turn it against them. It's only then that things can change.”
“Okay,” Safe butts in “first of all, The Alliance are doing good things too, or at least they're trying to. Maybe I do look at them differently to the rest of you but it doesn't mean I'm not right. They’re in over their heads, for sure, but they are not the evil corporation you make them out to be. And without that government in place, the human race probably would have destroyed itself years ago.”
Silence descended upon the group of three, each giving thought to their own standing on the matter.
“Maybe you’re right” The Weapon broke the silence “but it was The Alliance, not The Expendables that did this to me”
“I was trained to be the best” he continued “until it got to the point where I was the ultimate soldier. But others were doing their own experimentation, experiments on innocent civilians. These ones weren’t chosen or asked if they wanted to take part, they were dragged off the streets. I don’t know how many died before we even got wind of the news, but when they wanted to send an operative in, I made sure I was on the front line. I volunteered for that. To shut them down, once and for all.
Only... I failed. They found me out and before long I was subjected to the same experiments. I became their soldier. It d
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Kyra woke suddenly in her chair, her body jolting from the empty gurney upon which she had rested her head.
The room was coloured an Alliance blue, cold and disconnected. Upon the walls sat white cabinets, each containing a variety of tablets, glass beakers covered with warning labels and several vials containing what looked like blood. Meanwhile, aseptic surgical instruments sat placed atop the metal trolley, close to where she sat.
“Bernie” she muttered under her breath, still attempting to discern her surroundings.
“Yes” a voice replied.
Her vision blurred and then came into focus again, whilst she stared at the figure standing before her in the doorway.
“Bernie” she called out again “you’re okay?”
Her voice sounded slightly different in her head, as if she was listening to the words playback to her on a recording. She certainly felt disconnected from reality but she ignored it, choosing instead to focus on the miraculous recovery of her lover.
“You need to help me” the silhouette of the man stated in a calm and collected manner.
“What are you talking about” her own voice uttered in reply.
The man may have had his back to her and she was still clearly “out of it” but she knew it was him.
“Remember. You need to help me. Before it’s too late”
“Too late?” she replied, standing up slowly from her chair “Too late for what?”
“Korangar”
“What?” she asks walking towards him, her steps seemingly taking a lifetime to complete
“Master of man of beast and of monster, traveller of stars and walker of skies…” Needy began to utter. The meaning of the words were lost on her but he continued anyway, rattling them off in a monotone. “...Devourer of hearts, making mischief of mistletoe, murdering man with deception and lies”
“Bernie” the young woman called out as she finally reached him, placing her hand on his shoulder.
In an instant and with no discernable act of turning, the man was all of a sudden now facing her, grabbing a firm hold of her hand without warning.
Kyra gasped as she looked up at the man’s face in horror. The sight churned her stomach but she could not look away. The man she loved was barely recognisable from the form that stood before her. Needy’s face was that of death – his features had long since deteriorated so that barely any flesh remained attached. His face was that of blackened meat burnt to a cinder. His eyes were sunken whilst his open mouth revealed his tongue to be sliced down the middle.
Kyra wanted to scream but the power to speak had been stolen from her.
Instead the voice that had uttered nonsensical phrases now spoke once more. It was Needy’s voice, but the lips of his deformed mouth did not move. “He’s coming” it announced, once again in a monotone.
Kyra tried to pull away but it had her in its grasp.
Then, something changed.
The dark lifeless eyes glimmered with hope and his mouth moved as if to say something. And say something they did. The inflection had changed and the words sounded muffled, but it was without a doubt Needy’s voice – his true voice, and not some monotone mumbling. His mouth slurred and the words rolled off his disfigured tongue “Help me”
A tear rolled down Kyra’s cheek, one last tear and then suddenly she felt the life drain from her.
She collapsed to the floor in a heap, unable to move. She tried to lift up her head but she couldn't even do that. Couldn't even look at the man that was standing there by her feet – but she knew he was still there. And worst still, somehow she knew the man inside him had departed again. There was nothing left there but a husk, devoid of all humanity.
As she struggled to move her arms, her legs, anything that would respond, a loud screeching bellowed forth from the man’s mouth. It wasn’t human, it was barely recognisable as an animal’s scream, but she couldn’t shut it out, couldn’t cover her ears. The man’s pain became hers, and just when she thought she couldn’t handle anymore…
Kyra woke up.
Her eyes were bloodshot and somehow her ears were still ringing.
Her lover still slept beside her in the gu
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OOC: Sorry, I’ve been neck deep in research for a new story I'm going to write. The more research I do, the more complex the story gets. Suffice it to say the summer of 1816 in Geneva is more than a huge influence. And that's all the hint you get until I get something substantial down, sorry, you'll just have to wait...
As a further update, I heard from two more contests in which I did not so much as place. bunch of hack judges What do they know anyway?
Safe walked down the loading ramp of the ISSCP, cup of steaming coffee in hand.
He paused as he watched the beginnings of todays planetary traffic start to arrive, silhouetted by the rising sun.
It had been a long day yesterday. Old friendships tested, new info come to light and a plan set in place for the upcoming days. It was the vote scheduled for this afternoon that troubled him the most.
It wasn't so much the information that was to be revealed, as it was how the impact said information was going to affect the crew that troubled him.
He kinda suspected contents the information, how the others would react was the wild card, and he didn't like gambling.
He was surprised to see Needy sitting on a crate at the base of the ramp, also silently studying the sunrise. Almost too intently, like it was going to offer up answers to some questions Safe wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Safe took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat, trying to get Needy's attention.
Needy never moved nor even acknowledged his presence.
Safe descended the gangplank and walked right into Needy's line of sight, nodding. " That's a sight I never get tired of, the sunrise that is."
Needy continued to stare off into nothing.
"Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you." Safe took a swallow of his coffee. "Everything alright? You've been a bit... distant lately."
Still no response.
"to tell the truth, we've all been a bit different lately. What with Soul seeing his deceased wife and Seryn wanting to find a quiet space for her wee one. I suppose everyone gets a bit space crazy after a while."
Safe takes another sip of coffee before continuing, "Hell, I haven't seen Wisp since we landed. I hope he can handle that girl of his..."
He looked back to the crate where Needy had been sitting only to find the spot vacant.
"It figures..."
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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: I saw a post here briefly by Needy before the crash and it hasn't reappeared.
Just wanted to throw out an idea here. Seems this story may have run its course, sadly. Do you all think maybe we can develop a proper ending for it? Doesn't seem right to leave such a great story unfinished.
I know, I know, I'm guilty of not being around much and I have nothing to say in my defence except excuses. I have kept tabs on this site but RW has had a way of... how shall I say... taking precedent.
I'm back off to school in Sept. to further hone my writing capabilities. (night courses) And hopefully will be submitting more stuff to contests and such.
This is some of the best stuff I've read in a long time, seriously, and if it ends here, well then it ends and I have to thank all of you for the experience.
Please keep me in mind if you all plan on starting another story along these lines or continuing this one.
Thanks again.
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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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