A little...too...similer?
Actually no, that was an accident. Also i know some people who are compleatly the same, and yet they never actually met untill a few weeks ago. Its like "Woah! Your so like me its creepy".
Also has anyone yet to realize that <blank> has been working for <blank> after <blank> did <blank> with <Blank>?
I thought it was obvious, but i guss <blank> is too smart for you all...
Darkside
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Jason, at first, was expecting someone to gloat over him. A minute passed. Then five more. Jason could still not move, and was beginning to panic even more. He breathed slowly through his nose, trying to keep his breath even and steady. But soon panic started to rise in him as his lungs demanded more air, his heart beating faster and faster. He wanted to take deep gulps through his mouth, but he couldn't.
After ten minuets of terrifying near suffocation Jason heard something. A bored looking woman, who looked rather attractive, in a cold, austere way. She looked at clip board, leaned over Jason's head and looked him over, her hands gloved and cold. ├óÔé¼┼ôInteresting...├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôThe effect is quite nerve wrecking├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked up to the side. Dr. Wade's mustachioed face came into Jason's view ├óÔé¼┼ôGood for interrogations?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked.
├óÔé¼┼ôI would spill my guts to that face├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said ├óÔé¼┼ôbut we need some more psych testing├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dr. Wade looked down at Jason, almost as if he just noticed he was there. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe won't remember any of this?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNope, we're going to blank him├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, looking up from Jason. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen will you blank him?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôA few hours from now, after the pre-programming insertion is complete├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said.
├óÔé¼┼ôCan you put a feedback loop into there, so he can remember at the right trigger?├óÔé¼┬Ø A third voice asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAthena?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, his head jerking away from the lab aid. The third voice, the voice of young woman who was barely into her twenty's, responded ├óÔé¼┼ôYou can't keep me from him, Wade├óÔé¼┬Ø she put an emphasize on Wade.
├óÔé¼┼ôWe could, supposedly, put a pre-program into him that will allow him to remember this, but it would be unnecessarily hazardous idea. As time passes the trigger gets more...erratic in nature. It could be├óÔé¼┬Ø the third voice cut her off ├óÔé¼┼ôI have orders from the Overseer's...right here├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason heard foot steps and a slender, pale arm reached over his view and handed Dr. Wade a priceless piece of paper. Dr. Wad e read the paper impassively, his mouth slowly frowning as his eye's darted from side to side on the paper.
├óÔé¼┼ôMake it so├óÔé¼┬Ø he said to the Lab technician. She nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat should the trigger be?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôMe├óÔé¼┬Ø the third voice, Athena, said. ├óÔé¼┼ôMake it so├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said again. The Lab tech, who was still unfazed by the new orders. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôTake him to the pre-program room and prep him for surgery├óÔé¼┬Ø. The lab tech thumbed a key on the table Jason was stuck to. The table turned. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'll regret this, Athena├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, his voice not betraying any emotions. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe'll see, Wade├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, before the door cut her off.
Jason was pushed into a small, white sphere of a room. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Lab tech said ├óÔé¼┼ôNows the last day of your life├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason still couldn't move, but he was hyperventilating through his nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Lab tech said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis device├óÔé¼┬Ø she grabbed something in the wall, and jerked a huge needle out of the wall ├óÔé¼┼ôWill rearrange your brain and your memory's├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason began to breath at a frenzied pace. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe medication will ware off in a few moments, and you can move├óÔé¼┬Ø the tech said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo I'd better get to work├óÔé¼┬Ø. She maneuvered the needle into position, right between Jason's eyes. Then she jammed it forward.
The Marshall jerked out of his bed, waken by a horrible nightmare. ├óÔé¼┼ôLights!├óÔé¼┬Ø He said, his voice untroubled by a slightly sore throat. The room brightened, and he looked around his training billet. It was the size of a large closet, with a fold out bed, a fold out toilet, a fold out shower and a fold out table with a food dispenser. The Marshall stood up slowly, feeling his back crack slightly. Repeated surgery had given his spine a titanium alloy, aided by several servo motors and electrical wiring boosting his nerve's to a heightened pace. This allowed him to regulate his body temperature, breathing rate and heart beat.
His hands could sample DNA, test the material of anything they touched and bend girders. This had all come at a price, for the last three months had been spent rebuilding his body. He had woken up in a hospital on Europa, his face burned nearly beyond recognition and his arms and legs crushed. Apparently his ship had crashed, and he had barely survived. Then Dr. Wade had some to him ├óÔé¼┼ôHow would you like to live forever?├óÔé¼┬Ø he had asked. The Marshall, who at the time couldn't remember his name, had croaked through a burned face ├óÔé¼┼ôWho doesn't?├óÔé¼┬Ø
The surgery, face replacement and the harsh training had been horrible, almost as bad as the actual injuries He also never remembered anything about his past life. Not a tick. His ship was destroyed by its fusion reactor blowing apart, and his records had been lost by a terrorist EMP bomb. So he threw himself into his new life, his new rank. He was in the military, rank Marshall. They just started calling him THE Marshall.
Today's training was easy, a space suited run across the ice fields of Europa. The Marshall looked over the cratered field of ice and felt a slight shimmer of disquiet. ├óÔé¼┼ôReady?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou bet├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, wishing he could grin. His biggest problem was the artificial skin over his burns covered his mouth, and the lack of facile expressions. But he was getting better at showing emotion with his eyes, and as one of his training partner's said he had one hell of a poker face.
├óÔé¼┼ôGo!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control said. The Marshall set off at a run, servo motors in his suit and his bones sending him speeding along at the pace of a ground car. He was feeling a bit warmed up when suddenly he saw something. A single, severed arm, drifting almost lazily through the air, with a almost pretty streamer of crystallized blood trailing behind it. A familiar face, half of it taken off by a shard of a rock. The Marshall felt his feet slip out from under him and he hit the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's dead!├óÔé¼┬Ø He shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control asked.
The Marshall shook his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho? Dead!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control asked, still bemused. ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall realized the pain in his leg was near excruciating. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I've broken my leg├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôServo backlash├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are sending a medical evacuation team├óÔé¼┬Ø.
A year and a half later, and The Marshall was in command of his first ship. He never asked where he had come from after that first month. He no longer cared. His life was the military. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir?├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate asked. The Marshall looked away from the window into space and nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôSingle the other ships├óÔé¼┬Ø he said curtly. His subordinate nodded, and typed in several commands. The ships laser system fired off packets of information to the three other ships in the wolf pack.
The three other ships, each a police Skiff containing a single non-altered brain. The command ship that the Marshall was on would later become the design that the Persephone was based off of. It had two nacelle's and was slightly more bulbous, slower and had worse weapons. But it was fast, and could maneuver at the drop of a hat. The Skiff's fired off quick stealth engine bursts, literally compressed air, and jettisoned the stealth engines. The Cutter, the Marshall's ship, hung back. They were in the Kupiter belt, the year was 2093 and four terrorist ships were on the run.
The skiffs rounded a large commit, their sleek forms reflected on the ice, and their camera's showed the four vassals. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir├óÔé¼┬Ø the subordinate said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have no weapons...are you sure these are the terrorists?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall shook his head slowly. His subordinate was new from the academy, not a Transcended, and was still a little unsure about the difference between laws and Laws.
├óÔé¼┼ôFull speed ahead├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd spin up the Gatlings├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes sir├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate said. The four Gatling gun's started to spin up to their full RPMs. ├óÔé¼┼ôShips in range├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate said ├óÔé¼┼ôSkiff holding back. Its our job now. Should i cut the engines off of them?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall shook his head slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôAim for the living quarters and fusion reactors├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôSir!├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey can fit over ten thousand people in those things!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôFire├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said again ├óÔé¼┼ôOr you will be disobeying a direct order├óÔé¼┬Ø. His subordinate gulped. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø He said finally ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't kill innocent, unarmed people├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall pulled out his pulse laser pistol and blew his subordinates head out. The laser cut through his skull and cause his brain to literally explode under sudden change in temperature.
Brains splattered around the window, and the Marshall holstered his pistol, his subordinate still 'standing' in the zero gravity of the room. His head lolled slowly back, the actual kinetic impact of the laser rather low. The Marshall turned to his other subordinate and nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôFire├óÔé¼┬Ø. His other subordinate gulped, snapped a salute and pressed the fire button. The Gatling guns, already spun up and targeted, starting tiering explosive rounds immideatly.
The ship's exploded, light flaring in the night of space. Later it was estimated fifteen thousand people were killed. The Marshall heard news story's about how the death's had been caused by a stray commit. The Marshall knew better then to ask questions.
After ten minuets of terrifying near suffocation Jason heard something. A bored looking woman, who looked rather attractive, in a cold, austere way. She looked at clip board, leaned over Jason's head and looked him over, her hands gloved and cold. ├óÔé¼┼ôInteresting...├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôThe effect is quite nerve wrecking├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked up to the side. Dr. Wade's mustachioed face came into Jason's view ├óÔé¼┼ôGood for interrogations?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked.
├óÔé¼┼ôI would spill my guts to that face├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said ├óÔé¼┼ôbut we need some more psych testing├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dr. Wade looked down at Jason, almost as if he just noticed he was there. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe won't remember any of this?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNope, we're going to blank him├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, looking up from Jason. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen will you blank him?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôA few hours from now, after the pre-programming insertion is complete├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said.
├óÔé¼┼ôCan you put a feedback loop into there, so he can remember at the right trigger?├óÔé¼┬Ø A third voice asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAthena?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, his head jerking away from the lab aid. The third voice, the voice of young woman who was barely into her twenty's, responded ├óÔé¼┼ôYou can't keep me from him, Wade├óÔé¼┬Ø she put an emphasize on Wade.
├óÔé¼┼ôWe could, supposedly, put a pre-program into him that will allow him to remember this, but it would be unnecessarily hazardous idea. As time passes the trigger gets more...erratic in nature. It could be├óÔé¼┬Ø the third voice cut her off ├óÔé¼┼ôI have orders from the Overseer's...right here├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason heard foot steps and a slender, pale arm reached over his view and handed Dr. Wade a priceless piece of paper. Dr. Wad e read the paper impassively, his mouth slowly frowning as his eye's darted from side to side on the paper.
├óÔé¼┼ôMake it so├óÔé¼┬Ø he said to the Lab technician. She nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat should the trigger be?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôMe├óÔé¼┬Ø the third voice, Athena, said. ├óÔé¼┼ôMake it so├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said again. The Lab tech, who was still unfazed by the new orders. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôTake him to the pre-program room and prep him for surgery├óÔé¼┬Ø. The lab tech thumbed a key on the table Jason was stuck to. The table turned. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'll regret this, Athena├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, his voice not betraying any emotions. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe'll see, Wade├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, before the door cut her off.
Jason was pushed into a small, white sphere of a room. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Lab tech said ├óÔé¼┼ôNows the last day of your life├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason still couldn't move, but he was hyperventilating through his nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Lab tech said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis device├óÔé¼┬Ø she grabbed something in the wall, and jerked a huge needle out of the wall ├óÔé¼┼ôWill rearrange your brain and your memory's├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason began to breath at a frenzied pace. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe medication will ware off in a few moments, and you can move├óÔé¼┬Ø the tech said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo I'd better get to work├óÔé¼┬Ø. She maneuvered the needle into position, right between Jason's eyes. Then she jammed it forward.
The Marshall jerked out of his bed, waken by a horrible nightmare. ├óÔé¼┼ôLights!├óÔé¼┬Ø He said, his voice untroubled by a slightly sore throat. The room brightened, and he looked around his training billet. It was the size of a large closet, with a fold out bed, a fold out toilet, a fold out shower and a fold out table with a food dispenser. The Marshall stood up slowly, feeling his back crack slightly. Repeated surgery had given his spine a titanium alloy, aided by several servo motors and electrical wiring boosting his nerve's to a heightened pace. This allowed him to regulate his body temperature, breathing rate and heart beat.
His hands could sample DNA, test the material of anything they touched and bend girders. This had all come at a price, for the last three months had been spent rebuilding his body. He had woken up in a hospital on Europa, his face burned nearly beyond recognition and his arms and legs crushed. Apparently his ship had crashed, and he had barely survived. Then Dr. Wade had some to him ├óÔé¼┼ôHow would you like to live forever?├óÔé¼┬Ø he had asked. The Marshall, who at the time couldn't remember his name, had croaked through a burned face ├óÔé¼┼ôWho doesn't?├óÔé¼┬Ø
The surgery, face replacement and the harsh training had been horrible, almost as bad as the actual injuries He also never remembered anything about his past life. Not a tick. His ship was destroyed by its fusion reactor blowing apart, and his records had been lost by a terrorist EMP bomb. So he threw himself into his new life, his new rank. He was in the military, rank Marshall. They just started calling him THE Marshall.
Today's training was easy, a space suited run across the ice fields of Europa. The Marshall looked over the cratered field of ice and felt a slight shimmer of disquiet. ├óÔé¼┼ôReady?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou bet├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, wishing he could grin. His biggest problem was the artificial skin over his burns covered his mouth, and the lack of facile expressions. But he was getting better at showing emotion with his eyes, and as one of his training partner's said he had one hell of a poker face.
├óÔé¼┼ôGo!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control said. The Marshall set off at a run, servo motors in his suit and his bones sending him speeding along at the pace of a ground car. He was feeling a bit warmed up when suddenly he saw something. A single, severed arm, drifting almost lazily through the air, with a almost pretty streamer of crystallized blood trailing behind it. A familiar face, half of it taken off by a shard of a rock. The Marshall felt his feet slip out from under him and he hit the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's dead!├óÔé¼┬Ø He shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control asked.
The Marshall shook his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho? Dead!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control asked, still bemused. ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall realized the pain in his leg was near excruciating. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I've broken my leg├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôServo backlash├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø Mission control said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are sending a medical evacuation team├óÔé¼┬Ø.
A year and a half later, and The Marshall was in command of his first ship. He never asked where he had come from after that first month. He no longer cared. His life was the military. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir?├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate asked. The Marshall looked away from the window into space and nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôSingle the other ships├óÔé¼┬Ø he said curtly. His subordinate nodded, and typed in several commands. The ships laser system fired off packets of information to the three other ships in the wolf pack.
The three other ships, each a police Skiff containing a single non-altered brain. The command ship that the Marshall was on would later become the design that the Persephone was based off of. It had two nacelle's and was slightly more bulbous, slower and had worse weapons. But it was fast, and could maneuver at the drop of a hat. The Skiff's fired off quick stealth engine bursts, literally compressed air, and jettisoned the stealth engines. The Cutter, the Marshall's ship, hung back. They were in the Kupiter belt, the year was 2093 and four terrorist ships were on the run.
The skiffs rounded a large commit, their sleek forms reflected on the ice, and their camera's showed the four vassals. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir├óÔé¼┬Ø the subordinate said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have no weapons...are you sure these are the terrorists?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall shook his head slowly. His subordinate was new from the academy, not a Transcended, and was still a little unsure about the difference between laws and Laws.
├óÔé¼┼ôFull speed ahead├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd spin up the Gatlings├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes sir├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate said. The four Gatling gun's started to spin up to their full RPMs. ├óÔé¼┼ôShips in range├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate said ├óÔé¼┼ôSkiff holding back. Its our job now. Should i cut the engines off of them?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall shook his head slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôAim for the living quarters and fusion reactors├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôSir!├óÔé¼┬Ø his subordinate said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey can fit over ten thousand people in those things!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôFire├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said again ├óÔé¼┼ôOr you will be disobeying a direct order├óÔé¼┬Ø. His subordinate gulped. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø He said finally ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't kill innocent, unarmed people├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall pulled out his pulse laser pistol and blew his subordinates head out. The laser cut through his skull and cause his brain to literally explode under sudden change in temperature.
Brains splattered around the window, and the Marshall holstered his pistol, his subordinate still 'standing' in the zero gravity of the room. His head lolled slowly back, the actual kinetic impact of the laser rather low. The Marshall turned to his other subordinate and nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôFire├óÔé¼┬Ø. His other subordinate gulped, snapped a salute and pressed the fire button. The Gatling guns, already spun up and targeted, starting tiering explosive rounds immideatly.
The ship's exploded, light flaring in the night of space. Later it was estimated fifteen thousand people were killed. The Marshall heard news story's about how the death's had been caused by a stray commit. The Marshall knew better then to ask questions.
The Marshall's thirtieth birthday was unremarked and unremembered. When 11:59 PM, November 4th (EST) ticked over to 12:00 AM, November 5th (EST), the Marshall was busier trying to stay alive then to commemorate the day of his birth, that he didn't even remember. His ship, the Cutter had been tracing down some terrorists in the still untamed Kupiter belt, when they had been jumped by fifteen suicide drones and their control ship. The ship itself was a retrofitted civilian ship, shaped like a ring with engines that could barely push it at a fifth of a gee, had nothing but a single pilot and computer banks coordinating the drones complicated flight plan.
The drones were equipped with low yield, inefficient nuclear weapons. Dirty bombs, was the colloquial name for them. One drone got within five hundred meters before it detonated. The rest were destroyed by the Cutter's defense systems. IT was close enough to a icesteroid to blast it apart. The shards of ice, flying as fast as lethal rail gun shots, smashed into other comets and the drone control ship. The Cutter was partially saved by its point defense weapons, pulse lasers smashing the ice chunks apart with computerized efficiency.
But even computers are not fast enough sometimes, and a large chunk of mostly rock smashed into the Cutter, grazing the front and rupturing the entire ship. The Marshall was luck. His lungs, augmented and assisted by his implants, could survive a sudden hard vacuum better then most. He felt like a pillow was shoved over his face and suddenly everything was completely silent. Remembering his training, the Marshall grabbed for an air mask. One of his subordinates was purpling, gasping at nothing.
The Marshall found the air mask, slapped it on his face and took a deep, slow breath through his nose. Two men on his ten man bridge survived, as they found air masks faster then the others. But even they had permanent scarring in their lung tissue, nose bleeds and other problems that come with hard vacuum. They both died a few days later.
The Marshall's first act was to find the emergency space suit. His nose was bleeding, from the sudden drop in pressure, and he was completely numb. His support implants were whirring overtime, trying to keep him from freezing or otherwise dyeing. The other survivors looked more busy panicking. The Marshall found the emergency space suits, all fifteen of them, and climbed into it. It would keep him alive in a ruptured hull, but didn't protect against gamma radiation and other nasties deep space throws at you.
The Marshall knew that not every section of the Cutter had to be air less. So he set out, leaving the two survivors to their fate. The neat and orderly corridors of the Cutter had become a maelstrom of panic and death. Dead people littered the corridors, most splayed open by shards of the very corridors they expected to protect them. Two people writhed under fallen bulkheads, air masks on their face's preventing them from dying quickly. The Marshall had no time to help any of them, as the living members of the crew would need more assistance then the dead and the dying.
After a half hour of picking his way through the rubble, getting new air masks every once and a while, the Marshall's mind painted a horrific picture. The ice shards that grazed the ship had caused ripples to rip open the ship in several places. He soon found that he was the only surviver. The two others who survived the initial strike died of wounds after two days. The week on the wreck of the Cutter was the hardest week in the Marshall's life. He began to jump at shadows, floating listlessly around a haze of collected air masks. He saw corpses sit up in the corner of his eyes, but lay back down when he looked at them.
Then, after the Sunday of the week, the Marshall felt a clang reverberate through the ship, and a gentle acceleration. He was found by the search parties, curled up to keep himself warm. He had heard nothing other then his own breathing for a week. He was brought on board the recovery vassal, and was tended too by a clueless nurse who thought he was some kind of mutant. Then, in the night, he was taken out of the hospital and loaded onto a shuttle, then the shuttle flew to Europa and landed in the ERS.
The Marshall woke up with Dr. Wade looked at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are one tough son of a bitch├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôNot many people could live through that├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall slowly sat up, feeling like he would collapse if he tried to do anything else ├óÔé¼┼ôI almost didn't├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said weakly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, get better├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're getting a Commendation for Valor in a week├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWait, what!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall snapped, sitting straight up in the bed. He immideatly regretted it, as his lungs and chest muscles complained. Just because a hard vacuumed wouldn't kill him didn't mean he got off scott free. He sat back down, the stabbing pains slowly subsiding. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou survived a terrorist bombing of your ├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd bravely rescued the two other men who survived on the bridge from asphyxiation├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWait├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall protested ├óÔé¼┼ôThat's not what├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dr. Wade cut him off, waving his hand lightly ├óÔé¼┼ôIt will make more sense in the morning├óÔé¼┬Ø. As the old doctor left the room, the Marshall started to feel sleepy. He blinked.
The next morning the Marshall woke up with a nurse standing over him. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, the left side of her face contracting. The Marshall realized she was chewing gum the same way he would chew glass. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. The nurses face contracted again and he heard an annoying smack. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, I'm here to check you out before they send you to the atoudocs├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse said, grinning. She picked up a clip board next to the Marshall's bed and held it with her left hand. The Marshall noticed her fingernail's were pink.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo dose this hurt?├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse asked, her fingers prodding the Marshall's chest through the blanket. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, rolling her eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis?├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse asked, prodding slightly lower. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall hissed. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø The nurse said, writing it down on the clip board ├óÔé¼┼ôSo did you really save three people from dying in the black?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. Smack Smack.
├óÔé¼┼ôI guess i did now├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked, starting to feel a little unsure. He couldn't quite remember the past week. He picked out a few piece's of information, like the face of a corpse that floated outside of his small living area, its face still looking alive. And the fact that he couldn't sleep for more then an hour and a half before changing his air supply. The nurse simply giggled, thinking it was modesty. Smack.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked, prodding him in another area ├óÔé¼┼ôDose this hurt?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Smack. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôHere?├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse asked. Smack Smack. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, starting to feel like getting out of the bed would be better then staying with the nurse for another minuet. The nurse blew a bubble in her gum, and it popped. She sucked it back into her mouth, making a horrible sucking noise. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, to the atoudocs├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse said. She leaned over the bed, deliberately showing her cleavage. The Marshall wondered how some like her could become a nurse at the ERS, but then she unhooked the bed's medical link ups and started wheeling it into the hall way.
Smack, smack smack. The nurse kept chewing the gum right up till the Marshall was placed in the atoudoc.
The ceremony was way to long, and the Marshall was more they happy when he got to go back to the hospital. He had still not fully recovered in the week of rest he had had, as the atoudocs not just had to rebuild a lode of scar tissue and other damages but also repair some faulty implants. The problem with the Marshall's implants is that because they were designed to explode when removed, to prevent theft, could not just be yanked out and replaced with new one's. So the atoudocs and one real doc spent more then a few day's repairing the implants without turning them off, or interfering with them too much.
So throughout the entire ceremony The Marshall had to breath slowly and move sparingly, for his lungs and chest burned with pain ever time he moved or breathed too fast. Once he had gotten his medal, and said some things to the camera's and was thanked by the two other survivors, who looked the worse for wear. One was in a wheel chair, and the other had a metal lung wrapped around his upper torso.
The next two days were a slow hell of annoyance and pain. The doctors said the implants that they had yet to fix needed to be turned off, and the Marshall put on life support. He agreed , but Dr. Wade said that none of the implants could be removed or tampered with in that way, or else they would explode. So the doctors opted for something more painful and long. They would slowly replace every piece of the malfunctioning implant until it was essentially a new piece. If they did it right it would never stop working for more then a minuet.
There were of course complications. First was that the implants would explode if they stopped working, so if the doctors failed in their task they would die, and the Marshall would die. The second was if the implants were touched by O2 they would explode, and everyone would die. So the plan was to fill the area around the implant with a non oxygen gas and work in that. They chose nitrogen, as it was clear and easy to come by.
In the end it took three weeks for the operation to even begin, as the doctors and technicians bickered over how best to do the operation. Through out that time the Marshall would feel bad ever time he moved in the wrong way. So in the end he spent most of his time in bed, the chewing gum nurse hovering over him and overtly trying to get him to invite her into the bed. The Marshall tried to turn her down without angering her, as she was the only nurse he had.
The operation in the end was done in a box, built around a unconscious Marshall, and operated with remote robot hands. It took an hour, and was completed with out a hitch. Then the doctors moved onto the next broken implant, and then the next. After a few hours of unconsciousness, the Marshall woke up feeling a lot worse then he had in weeks. But it was a dull ache, rather then the sharp stabbing pains of before. He took it as a good singe.
The drones were equipped with low yield, inefficient nuclear weapons. Dirty bombs, was the colloquial name for them. One drone got within five hundred meters before it detonated. The rest were destroyed by the Cutter's defense systems. IT was close enough to a icesteroid to blast it apart. The shards of ice, flying as fast as lethal rail gun shots, smashed into other comets and the drone control ship. The Cutter was partially saved by its point defense weapons, pulse lasers smashing the ice chunks apart with computerized efficiency.
But even computers are not fast enough sometimes, and a large chunk of mostly rock smashed into the Cutter, grazing the front and rupturing the entire ship. The Marshall was luck. His lungs, augmented and assisted by his implants, could survive a sudden hard vacuum better then most. He felt like a pillow was shoved over his face and suddenly everything was completely silent. Remembering his training, the Marshall grabbed for an air mask. One of his subordinates was purpling, gasping at nothing.
The Marshall found the air mask, slapped it on his face and took a deep, slow breath through his nose. Two men on his ten man bridge survived, as they found air masks faster then the others. But even they had permanent scarring in their lung tissue, nose bleeds and other problems that come with hard vacuum. They both died a few days later.
The Marshall's first act was to find the emergency space suit. His nose was bleeding, from the sudden drop in pressure, and he was completely numb. His support implants were whirring overtime, trying to keep him from freezing or otherwise dyeing. The other survivors looked more busy panicking. The Marshall found the emergency space suits, all fifteen of them, and climbed into it. It would keep him alive in a ruptured hull, but didn't protect against gamma radiation and other nasties deep space throws at you.
The Marshall knew that not every section of the Cutter had to be air less. So he set out, leaving the two survivors to their fate. The neat and orderly corridors of the Cutter had become a maelstrom of panic and death. Dead people littered the corridors, most splayed open by shards of the very corridors they expected to protect them. Two people writhed under fallen bulkheads, air masks on their face's preventing them from dying quickly. The Marshall had no time to help any of them, as the living members of the crew would need more assistance then the dead and the dying.
After a half hour of picking his way through the rubble, getting new air masks every once and a while, the Marshall's mind painted a horrific picture. The ice shards that grazed the ship had caused ripples to rip open the ship in several places. He soon found that he was the only surviver. The two others who survived the initial strike died of wounds after two days. The week on the wreck of the Cutter was the hardest week in the Marshall's life. He began to jump at shadows, floating listlessly around a haze of collected air masks. He saw corpses sit up in the corner of his eyes, but lay back down when he looked at them.
Then, after the Sunday of the week, the Marshall felt a clang reverberate through the ship, and a gentle acceleration. He was found by the search parties, curled up to keep himself warm. He had heard nothing other then his own breathing for a week. He was brought on board the recovery vassal, and was tended too by a clueless nurse who thought he was some kind of mutant. Then, in the night, he was taken out of the hospital and loaded onto a shuttle, then the shuttle flew to Europa and landed in the ERS.
The Marshall woke up with Dr. Wade looked at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are one tough son of a bitch├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôNot many people could live through that├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall slowly sat up, feeling like he would collapse if he tried to do anything else ├óÔé¼┼ôI almost didn't├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said weakly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, get better├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're getting a Commendation for Valor in a week├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWait, what!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall snapped, sitting straight up in the bed. He immideatly regretted it, as his lungs and chest muscles complained. Just because a hard vacuumed wouldn't kill him didn't mean he got off scott free. He sat back down, the stabbing pains slowly subsiding. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou survived a terrorist bombing of your ├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd bravely rescued the two other men who survived on the bridge from asphyxiation├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWait├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall protested ├óÔé¼┼ôThat's not what├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dr. Wade cut him off, waving his hand lightly ├óÔé¼┼ôIt will make more sense in the morning├óÔé¼┬Ø. As the old doctor left the room, the Marshall started to feel sleepy. He blinked.
The next morning the Marshall woke up with a nurse standing over him. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, the left side of her face contracting. The Marshall realized she was chewing gum the same way he would chew glass. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. The nurses face contracted again and he heard an annoying smack. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, I'm here to check you out before they send you to the atoudocs├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse said, grinning. She picked up a clip board next to the Marshall's bed and held it with her left hand. The Marshall noticed her fingernail's were pink.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo dose this hurt?├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse asked, her fingers prodding the Marshall's chest through the blanket. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, rolling her eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis?├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse asked, prodding slightly lower. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall hissed. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø The nurse said, writing it down on the clip board ├óÔé¼┼ôSo did you really save three people from dying in the black?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. Smack Smack.
├óÔé¼┼ôI guess i did now├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked, starting to feel a little unsure. He couldn't quite remember the past week. He picked out a few piece's of information, like the face of a corpse that floated outside of his small living area, its face still looking alive. And the fact that he couldn't sleep for more then an hour and a half before changing his air supply. The nurse simply giggled, thinking it was modesty. Smack.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked, prodding him in another area ├óÔé¼┼ôDose this hurt?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Smack. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôHere?├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse asked. Smack Smack. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, starting to feel like getting out of the bed would be better then staying with the nurse for another minuet. The nurse blew a bubble in her gum, and it popped. She sucked it back into her mouth, making a horrible sucking noise. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, to the atoudocs├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse said. She leaned over the bed, deliberately showing her cleavage. The Marshall wondered how some like her could become a nurse at the ERS, but then she unhooked the bed's medical link ups and started wheeling it into the hall way.
Smack, smack smack. The nurse kept chewing the gum right up till the Marshall was placed in the atoudoc.
The ceremony was way to long, and the Marshall was more they happy when he got to go back to the hospital. He had still not fully recovered in the week of rest he had had, as the atoudocs not just had to rebuild a lode of scar tissue and other damages but also repair some faulty implants. The problem with the Marshall's implants is that because they were designed to explode when removed, to prevent theft, could not just be yanked out and replaced with new one's. So the atoudocs and one real doc spent more then a few day's repairing the implants without turning them off, or interfering with them too much.
So throughout the entire ceremony The Marshall had to breath slowly and move sparingly, for his lungs and chest burned with pain ever time he moved or breathed too fast. Once he had gotten his medal, and said some things to the camera's and was thanked by the two other survivors, who looked the worse for wear. One was in a wheel chair, and the other had a metal lung wrapped around his upper torso.
The next two days were a slow hell of annoyance and pain. The doctors said the implants that they had yet to fix needed to be turned off, and the Marshall put on life support. He agreed , but Dr. Wade said that none of the implants could be removed or tampered with in that way, or else they would explode. So the doctors opted for something more painful and long. They would slowly replace every piece of the malfunctioning implant until it was essentially a new piece. If they did it right it would never stop working for more then a minuet.
There were of course complications. First was that the implants would explode if they stopped working, so if the doctors failed in their task they would die, and the Marshall would die. The second was if the implants were touched by O2 they would explode, and everyone would die. So the plan was to fill the area around the implant with a non oxygen gas and work in that. They chose nitrogen, as it was clear and easy to come by.
In the end it took three weeks for the operation to even begin, as the doctors and technicians bickered over how best to do the operation. Through out that time the Marshall would feel bad ever time he moved in the wrong way. So in the end he spent most of his time in bed, the chewing gum nurse hovering over him and overtly trying to get him to invite her into the bed. The Marshall tried to turn her down without angering her, as she was the only nurse he had.
The operation in the end was done in a box, built around a unconscious Marshall, and operated with remote robot hands. It took an hour, and was completed with out a hitch. Then the doctors moved onto the next broken implant, and then the next. After a few hours of unconsciousness, the Marshall woke up feeling a lot worse then he had in weeks. But it was a dull ache, rather then the sharp stabbing pains of before. He took it as a good singe.
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I do want to know more about the marshall, but how far back is this? It seams as your going as far talking about a normal day of work... with the daily terroist bombing they have there in the future and all... -.-
Okay, i'll trust you for now.. god knows where that has lead me...
Jumping over half the story... makes no sense.. crazy.
Okay, i'll trust you for now.. god knows where that has lead me...
Jumping over half the story... makes no sense.. crazy.
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maverick256
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Oh damn it. Somehow i got Hydrogen (whitch is every where and explosive) mixed up with Helium. Somehow i thought helium was every where, thus a nice thing to use. So i guss i will just change that to...nitrogen...right about...now...
Also, Kixx, you have no idea. But to list the questions:
1)How much dose the president of the Federal government really know about what's going on? My guess: Not much
2)Why did the president's aid kill himself? My guess: I'm not telling you... yet
3)Why did Owen's defect (we never did get around to that...yet). My guess: Something to due with the Marshall and his employer (Dr. Wade? Someone else?) actions?
4)The Marshall's true motives. Why IS he on Darkside, after all? My guess: I'm not telling you... yet
5)What the hell is the Shroud any way! My guess: I'm not telling you... yet
6)Who settled on Darkside? Why?
7)Where is Amber, Olivia, Owens, Marco and Peter?
8)Who is the woman in the Red Dress?
9)Who is Athena?
10)What happened to Ally?
11)Why did a medical evacuation rover overseeing two people in training missions, only have one extra seat!
12)Will The Marshall ever regain his memory and become Jason again?
13)Can someone PLEASE tell me in plain English what a Transcended? Or Transcendi? Or whatever you call them!
14)And, finally, who is chasing the Marshall and Liz? Why? Is it Peter?
Just to tell you, its not. Also i would like to see your responses to all the aboive questions so i can laugh at your misconseptions.
Also, Kixx, you have no idea. But to list the questions:
1)How much dose the president of the Federal government really know about what's going on? My guess: Not much
2)Why did the president's aid kill himself? My guess: I'm not telling you... yet
3)Why did Owen's defect (we never did get around to that...yet). My guess: Something to due with the Marshall and his employer (Dr. Wade? Someone else?) actions?
4)The Marshall's true motives. Why IS he on Darkside, after all? My guess: I'm not telling you... yet
5)What the hell is the Shroud any way! My guess: I'm not telling you... yet
6)Who settled on Darkside? Why?
7)Where is Amber, Olivia, Owens, Marco and Peter?
8)Who is the woman in the Red Dress?
9)Who is Athena?
10)What happened to Ally?
11)Why did a medical evacuation rover overseeing two people in training missions, only have one extra seat!
12)Will The Marshall ever regain his memory and become Jason again?
13)Can someone PLEASE tell me in plain English what a Transcended? Or Transcendi? Or whatever you call them!
14)And, finally, who is chasing the Marshall and Liz? Why? Is it Peter?
Just to tell you, its not. Also i would like to see your responses to all the aboive questions so i can laugh at your misconseptions.
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maverick256
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Owen defected? Did I miss something here?
Athena and the woman in the red dress seems rather similar, although I dare not venture to so far as to say they are the same, and also, what about the good doctor's daughter? maybe she has something to do with Athena and the red dress (maybe even one and the same?).
The medic thingy, maybe a conspiracy by the good doctor? In that case maybe Jason's mother's death isn't from natural causes... but that's just a wild guess.
I certainly hope the good Marshall does regain his memory again, and maybe wreak his revenge against the good doctor.
The transended, well, is Marshall a Transcended?
No idea who's chasing the Marshall and Liz, maybe the good doctor. He seems like an all around evil guy. I like him.
Athena and the woman in the red dress seems rather similar, although I dare not venture to so far as to say they are the same, and also, what about the good doctor's daughter? maybe she has something to do with Athena and the red dress (maybe even one and the same?).
The medic thingy, maybe a conspiracy by the good doctor? In that case maybe Jason's mother's death isn't from natural causes... but that's just a wild guess.
I certainly hope the good Marshall does regain his memory again, and maybe wreak his revenge against the good doctor.
The transended, well, is Marshall a Transcended?
No idea who's chasing the Marshall and Liz, maybe the good doctor. He seems like an all around evil guy. I like him.
Its a bit short, but revealse something cool!
The Marshall woke up and he was in a different room. It was black, the wall's black, and had a single console set in the wall. The console blinked red in the dark. The Marshall sat up, feeling better then he had in weeks. He noticed he was wearing a simple white shirt, with simple white pants. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø he heard a voice in the back of his head. The Marshall looked around, tapping his forehead experimentally.
├óÔé¼┼ôI am here to do some explaining├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice said. It was sexless and timber less, making it impossible to identify as any person The Marshall knew. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou have had your body sprinkled with implants, but before you woke up in that hospital eight years ago, you had already transcended├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought that happened when i agreed to-├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall started to say, but the voice cut him off. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen you woke up the back of your head was sliced open, and You're biological brain removed├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The Marshall immideatly felt around on the back of his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was then scanned, copied and replaced with a QuantCon computer system. A completely indestructible quantum computer, capable of operating like a human brain. Then You're personality was built onto it, You're memory's downloaded and reintegrated with your personality├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall felt cold. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...I├óÔé¼┬Ø he stammered.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou're employer, Dr. Wade has lied to you sense day one. You were never in a space ship crash. They know about You're birth, real name. Parents, everything├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall's first reaction was disbelief. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat's not possible├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI hallucinated...on the ship!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOn the Cutter I hallucinated and saw things and-├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice cut him off again.
├óÔé¼┼ôYour brain is still set to act exactly like a biological brain, so when deprived of REM sleep for a week, you started to hallucinate as soon as a human would├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've thought of everything├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, glaring around the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø The Voice said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will be missed in a few hour's, and we need to put you back into the ERS. Remember us, when you are sent on You're next mission├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice said.
The Marshall's implant enhanced ears picked up a slight hissing. ├óÔé¼┼ôGas, you bastards!├óÔé¼┬Ø he snapped ├óÔé¼┼ôYou could of warned me├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBetter safe then sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø The voice said. The Marshall went under without noticing it.
Athena flicked of the communication switch. She had waited for twenty six years, and soon she would see Jason again. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you sure the trigger is still intact?├óÔé¼┬Ø her partner asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sure of it├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, turning her chair around to the other man. He was also a Transcendi. Jason was a Transcendi, she was a Transcendi and ten other people in the human race were Transcendi. The only problem was that Jason was on the wrong side of the war.
The Marshall woke up back in the hospital, feeling physically fine, but his mind was in turmoil. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis next mission is simple├óÔé¼┬Ø he slid a picture over the desk. It was a young woman, her face pitch black (Probably face paint or other artificial coloring) with a single lurid pink tattoo running over her face. The Marshall studied her. Most people don't realize when something is going to change their lives forever. The Marshall didn't.
├óÔé¼┼ôThis is Elizabeth Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôThief, pirate and possible terrorist├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall realized how many times he had heard that phrase, possible terrorist. It seemed to pop up, he now realized, whenever the Federal government wanted someone to vanish. How could he of not noticed that before? ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd this is her cohort, Amberly Wishbone├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. This woman was also striking, her face completely white. So white she barely stood out from the wall her picture was being taken on.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want me to do, find them and kill them?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh no, its a bit more complicated then that...see one of our Narcotic's scientists has defective. We are not quite sure at what he knows, so we need to get him back├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat dose this have to do with Amberly and Elizabeth?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey picked him up, within an hour or two of this station├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we need you to get him back├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôAll right├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôThere is one more complication├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôOwens is dead├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall accepted that without comment. Death was, in some cases, reversible. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs he cold?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. Cold meaning frozen, capable of being revived. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, he is dead and vaporised├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, good doctor, what is the point?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked, getting a little tired of this roundabout session.
├óÔé¼┼ôOwens worked in the narcotic's division, but his best friend, Lyle, worked in the A.I division. So Lyle scanned Owens brain onto a computer, shoved him into a data slat and flew off in a shuttle. We don't know why Owens left, but your job is to get him back├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôShould be easy├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, laughing.
A few weeks later, and The Marshall was not laughing. Liz and Amber had avoided him, and nothing he did stopped them. Then he walked into the office of Dr. Wade, ready to report on his progress, when he saw himself standing in the room. The Marshall's heart hammered in his chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour here!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, looking from the other Marshall to the one who had just walked into his room. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell is going on!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall snapped, looking at his dopplgagner. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm you├óÔé¼┬Ø his other self said amicably. ├óÔé¼┼ôI noticed├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked Dr. Wade.
├óÔé¼┼ôCopy your brain, easy. We've had him in cold storage for ten years├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, seeming a bit resigned to telling the Marshall the truth. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen you were on the mission...our activity's need more then one good operative in the field├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause our...enemy's are getting more and more active├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAbout our enemy's├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said.
Dr. Wade's eye's widened slightly before the other Marshall shot him in the face with a silenced pistol. Dr. Wade's head imploded, splattering onto his desk. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell did you do that for!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall snapped, feeling less hurt then he would of thought. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was activated by him, but hired by our benefactors├óÔé¼┬Ø The other Marshall said, looking at his twin. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'd better explain before a security guard gets here├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said as his twin placed the silenced pistol in the gloved hand of Dr. Wade.
├óÔé¼┼ôThe Transcendi, you and me, are more numerous then you have been led to believe├óÔé¼┬Ø The other Marshall said, opening the door and ushering his twin out. They started to walk down the hall way's of the base, the other Marshall leading to some place on the ERS that the Marshall had never been too. ├óÔé¼┼ôThere are over fifty of us in a secret battle station out behind Mercury's Darkside├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen i was thawed they rescued me and introduced me to the truth├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôIn the 2010's and up the Federal government had the Black Ops to keep the outer sectors in check. The Black Ops got more and more power until they became the government in about 2056. Then they started wanting more power. They created quantum computers, things that can mimic human brains nearly perfectly. They mounted them in a few cloned human body's, but the minds were unable to cope with biological life. After nearly three decades ago one brilliant Decker Wade suddenly realized that the way to solve this dilemma of super smart computers that are hopelessly insane. Copying├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The two Marshall's found themselves in a hidden hanger bay, with a single sleek black ship in it. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey copied you're brain into a QuantCon and then woke you up. They made me and froze me├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo who leads the Black Ops?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think we just killed him├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said, before firing the ship's guns into the side of the ERS, blowing out the side of the station and killing everyone in the station.
The Marshall woke up and he was in a different room. It was black, the wall's black, and had a single console set in the wall. The console blinked red in the dark. The Marshall sat up, feeling better then he had in weeks. He noticed he was wearing a simple white shirt, with simple white pants. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø he heard a voice in the back of his head. The Marshall looked around, tapping his forehead experimentally.
├óÔé¼┼ôI am here to do some explaining├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice said. It was sexless and timber less, making it impossible to identify as any person The Marshall knew. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou have had your body sprinkled with implants, but before you woke up in that hospital eight years ago, you had already transcended├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought that happened when i agreed to-├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall started to say, but the voice cut him off. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen you woke up the back of your head was sliced open, and You're biological brain removed├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The Marshall immideatly felt around on the back of his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was then scanned, copied and replaced with a QuantCon computer system. A completely indestructible quantum computer, capable of operating like a human brain. Then You're personality was built onto it, You're memory's downloaded and reintegrated with your personality├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall felt cold. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...I├óÔé¼┬Ø he stammered.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou're employer, Dr. Wade has lied to you sense day one. You were never in a space ship crash. They know about You're birth, real name. Parents, everything├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall's first reaction was disbelief. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat's not possible├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI hallucinated...on the ship!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOn the Cutter I hallucinated and saw things and-├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice cut him off again.
├óÔé¼┼ôYour brain is still set to act exactly like a biological brain, so when deprived of REM sleep for a week, you started to hallucinate as soon as a human would├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've thought of everything├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, glaring around the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø The Voice said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will be missed in a few hour's, and we need to put you back into the ERS. Remember us, when you are sent on You're next mission├óÔé¼┬Ø the voice said.
The Marshall's implant enhanced ears picked up a slight hissing. ├óÔé¼┼ôGas, you bastards!├óÔé¼┬Ø he snapped ├óÔé¼┼ôYou could of warned me├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBetter safe then sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø The voice said. The Marshall went under without noticing it.
Athena flicked of the communication switch. She had waited for twenty six years, and soon she would see Jason again. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you sure the trigger is still intact?├óÔé¼┬Ø her partner asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sure of it├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, turning her chair around to the other man. He was also a Transcendi. Jason was a Transcendi, she was a Transcendi and ten other people in the human race were Transcendi. The only problem was that Jason was on the wrong side of the war.
The Marshall woke up back in the hospital, feeling physically fine, but his mind was in turmoil. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis next mission is simple├óÔé¼┬Ø he slid a picture over the desk. It was a young woman, her face pitch black (Probably face paint or other artificial coloring) with a single lurid pink tattoo running over her face. The Marshall studied her. Most people don't realize when something is going to change their lives forever. The Marshall didn't.
├óÔé¼┼ôThis is Elizabeth Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôThief, pirate and possible terrorist├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall realized how many times he had heard that phrase, possible terrorist. It seemed to pop up, he now realized, whenever the Federal government wanted someone to vanish. How could he of not noticed that before? ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd this is her cohort, Amberly Wishbone├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. This woman was also striking, her face completely white. So white she barely stood out from the wall her picture was being taken on.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want me to do, find them and kill them?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh no, its a bit more complicated then that...see one of our Narcotic's scientists has defective. We are not quite sure at what he knows, so we need to get him back├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat dose this have to do with Amberly and Elizabeth?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey picked him up, within an hour or two of this station├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we need you to get him back├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôAll right├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôThere is one more complication├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said ├óÔé¼┼ôOwens is dead├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall accepted that without comment. Death was, in some cases, reversible. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs he cold?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. Cold meaning frozen, capable of being revived. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, he is dead and vaporised├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, good doctor, what is the point?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked, getting a little tired of this roundabout session.
├óÔé¼┼ôOwens worked in the narcotic's division, but his best friend, Lyle, worked in the A.I division. So Lyle scanned Owens brain onto a computer, shoved him into a data slat and flew off in a shuttle. We don't know why Owens left, but your job is to get him back├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôShould be easy├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, laughing.
A few weeks later, and The Marshall was not laughing. Liz and Amber had avoided him, and nothing he did stopped them. Then he walked into the office of Dr. Wade, ready to report on his progress, when he saw himself standing in the room. The Marshall's heart hammered in his chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour here!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, looking from the other Marshall to the one who had just walked into his room. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell is going on!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall snapped, looking at his dopplgagner. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm you├óÔé¼┬Ø his other self said amicably. ├óÔé¼┼ôI noticed├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked Dr. Wade.
├óÔé¼┼ôCopy your brain, easy. We've had him in cold storage for ten years├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, seeming a bit resigned to telling the Marshall the truth. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen you were on the mission...our activity's need more then one good operative in the field├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause our...enemy's are getting more and more active├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAbout our enemy's├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said.
Dr. Wade's eye's widened slightly before the other Marshall shot him in the face with a silenced pistol. Dr. Wade's head imploded, splattering onto his desk. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell did you do that for!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall snapped, feeling less hurt then he would of thought. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was activated by him, but hired by our benefactors├óÔé¼┬Ø The other Marshall said, looking at his twin. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'd better explain before a security guard gets here├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said as his twin placed the silenced pistol in the gloved hand of Dr. Wade.
├óÔé¼┼ôThe Transcendi, you and me, are more numerous then you have been led to believe├óÔé¼┬Ø The other Marshall said, opening the door and ushering his twin out. They started to walk down the hall way's of the base, the other Marshall leading to some place on the ERS that the Marshall had never been too. ├óÔé¼┼ôThere are over fifty of us in a secret battle station out behind Mercury's Darkside├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen i was thawed they rescued me and introduced me to the truth├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôIn the 2010's and up the Federal government had the Black Ops to keep the outer sectors in check. The Black Ops got more and more power until they became the government in about 2056. Then they started wanting more power. They created quantum computers, things that can mimic human brains nearly perfectly. They mounted them in a few cloned human body's, but the minds were unable to cope with biological life. After nearly three decades ago one brilliant Decker Wade suddenly realized that the way to solve this dilemma of super smart computers that are hopelessly insane. Copying├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The two Marshall's found themselves in a hidden hanger bay, with a single sleek black ship in it. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey copied you're brain into a QuantCon and then woke you up. They made me and froze me├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo who leads the Black Ops?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think we just killed him├óÔé¼┬Ø the other Marshall said, before firing the ship's guns into the side of the ERS, blowing out the side of the station and killing everyone in the station.
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maverick256
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maverick256
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FINALLY read it! took ages ~.~
it actually makes sense up to chapter 5. after that...
i think u need to do a few things:
1. consolodate it in a word document or something
2. put lines of *** or something when changing scenes
3. have a small intro to the characters;
eg. amber; thief pirate, part-time lesbo
kind of thing :)
it actually makes sense up to chapter 5. after that...
i think u need to do a few things:
1. consolodate it in a word document or something
2. put lines of *** or something when changing scenes
3. have a small intro to the characters;
eg. amber; thief pirate, part-time lesbo
kind of thing :)