Darkside

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 30 Mar 2006, 03:31

FINALY someone has noticed.

Oh and I DO have this all on one big word document.

Oh and an intro to the charicters makes the story less cool, as you know what your getting into.

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 31 Mar 2006, 07:45

The Marshall's story was interrupted by Marcus looking out the window (really just a camera feed set into the wall) and seeing the light was far dimmer. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh no!├óÔé¼┬Ø he moaned. The Marshall looked at the screen. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs night a bad thing?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWe do have snow gear in the back├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo its the Jumpers├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said. ├óÔé¼┼ôJumpers?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked.

├óÔé¼┼ôThis planets orbit means that any life forms that evolve have to survive thousands of years of hibernation. It worked, apparently. The planets warming up and the creatures are coming out. The first, and most dangerous of them are Jumpers├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus explained in a hurry, getting his shoes on ├óÔé¼┼ôWe'll have to make double time to get back to the base before they come out to feed├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôNo worries├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôWait here├óÔé¼┬Ø. He got up and climbed up a ladder, deeper into the ship.

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Liz looked at Killigan. Killigan looked at Liz. Killigan had decided to question the strange woman some more, in Marco's absence. He was worried about the priest, who had yet to come back even as night fell. But he was sure that Marco was settled down in the Marshall's ships. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, still with a thick accent. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow did you meet this...Marshall?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz rolled her eye's ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know I am up to here with that name of his├óÔé¼┬Ø she sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôBut he doesn't like his other name├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôOther name?├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan asked, putting his feet up on the interrogation room's table. ├óÔé¼┼ôJason├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôPersonally i think its nice, but...he didn't think it fitted any more├óÔé¼┬Ø. Killigan nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôSo how did you meet him?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked again. Liz mulled over the question for a bit. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think its his place to tell you about his past├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz finally settled on. Killigan sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôSo why are you here?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked finally. Liz frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a long story├óÔé¼┬Ø she said.

├óÔé¼┼ôEverything is, and we do have quite a while before your husband comes back├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz looked puzzled ├óÔé¼┼ôThe...Marshall? No he's not my husband├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, as if that was obvious. Killian's eyebrows shot up ├óÔé¼┼ôFiance?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't even know what that is├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shot back. Killigan felt a little uncomfortable ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...you don't...well├óÔé¼┬Ø he stammered, trying to put it gently. ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked, putting it far more bluntly.

├óÔé¼┼ôFor lack of better word, yes├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan said, wondering why it was so embarrassing to hear curse words from a woman. ├óÔé¼┼ôOf course we do├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not like we're celibate├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut your not marred├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz snapped ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not a big deal!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHere it is├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan said ├óÔé¼┼ôSee we have something called propriety├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah, but you don't see me badgering into your sex life├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said angrily.

├óÔé¼┼ôBadgering?├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know...prying├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, as if that was obvious. In the end Killigan learned only one thing. Liz was a stubborn bitch. He got absolutely no new information out of the woman, only rebukes and insults. In the end he left, and ushered Liz into her rooms.

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Marcus hefted the oddly shaped rifle, feeling its heft. It was lighter and easer to handle then the modified nail guns the colony used. ├óÔé¼┼ôWear these├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, tossing him a set of goggles. Marcus slipped them over his short cropped hair and gasped. The goggles showed a bloom of red and purple, with the intervening colors. ├óÔé¼┼ôHeat sensors├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen you see a heat bloom in the snow, aim and shoot├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do these fire? We have to use modified elephant rounds├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said. ├óÔé¼┼ôExplosive anti-tank shell's├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôShould vaporize half of a elephant easily enough├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôLets go├óÔé¼┬Ø. They both suited up in heat suits (so warm) and exited the ship. The snow was thick enough to cut in the night, putting visibility around five feet. But Marcus could see fine with his heat goggles down. The two men got on the truck and warmed it up slowly, to keep the engine from fracturing under the strain of sudden heat changes.

The Marshall took point, crouched on the top of the vehicle, his gun slowly scanning around the area. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't see anything├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey show up after they detect something├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, gunning the engine. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow long do they take?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. Then he saw a sudden heat bloom. He pulled his trigger and the gun, designed to be nearly silent, thumped softly. The Jumper exploded, its body liquefied by the explosive round. Gore and blood splattered the side of the Hummer, the Jumper's intact organs slowly sliding over the snow. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot long├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said.

The hummer roared thought he night, sounding like it was going a lot faster then it was. Marcus didn't want to spin out, hit something or have something otherwise unpleasant happen to them. The engine always made a lot of noise, no matter how fast or slow they were going. The Marshall kept an eye out for Jumpers, but they were only attacked four time's by the incredible fast creatures. They never got close enough for Marcus to see them through he snow.

Then they hit the snow drift. The Marshall was feeling like they would arrive at the colony with no real difficulty's when the ice in front of the Hummer suddenly dropped out and the entire vehicle's front dropped a few feet. The Marshall was catapulted into the snow, and Marcus was thrown head first over the hood, through the windshield and into the snow next to the Marshall. The Marshall leaped to his feet, his augmented skeletal system shrugging off the impact easily. Marcus was a little worse off, his right arm twisted at a impossible angle.

The Marshall looked in three hundred and sixty degree's. Nothing. Then he checked on Marcus, who was unconscious. The Marshall slowly knelt down, still scanning the area around him warily, and started to drag the body of the priest to the shelter of the wrecked hummer. Then he heard a sifting of snow and a crunch of ice. The Marshall looked at the area right in front of the hummer. They hadn't hit a hidden snow drift. They had hit a tunnel.

A creature, with three legs on its spindly back, three legs sticking out at ninety degree angle's from its stomach, making it look like a centipede with two extra set of legs sticking out at two other sides. Its head was a long, bulbous affair, and could rotate three hundred and sixty degree's. The Marshall found this out when its head rotated around and around until it looked straight at him. It was so horrifically alien the Marshall was struck completely still. The creature opened its mouth, wider and wider and wider and wider until its head was completely obscured by its massive jaw.

Then it screeched, a high and warbling note. The Marshall's finger spasmed and the gun coughed. The creature exploded, half of its body slumping to the ground and the rest simply vanishing in a spray of red gore. But the Marshall already felt a rumble under his feet. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's going on├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus mumbled, regaining consciousness. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I'm going to need some more firepower├óÔé¼┬Ø.consciousness├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, reaching for one of his grenades.

He dragged the priest away from the tunnel as the rumbling got louder and louder, an untold number of creatures boiling to the surface. He held his grenade in his hand, his finger over the pin. He waited till he was at the right moment, when the tunnel entrance was clearly within his view. Then he pressed the pin down and chucked the grenade down the tunnel. ├óÔé¼┼ôI am a grenade!├óÔé¼┬Ø the grenade broadcast, its message encoded to look like static. This would warn any ally's in the area to run the hell away. ├óÔé¼┼ôI am going to explode in ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE!├óÔé¼┬Ø

The Marshall rolled Marcus onto his front, to shield him from the blast. Then he shoved his head into the snow. The grenade went off, and flashed the surrounding ice and snow into steam. The snow around the Marshall's head liquefied and he jerked up and out. The Marshall stood in a sea of sludge, sinking up to his wait. It was almost getting through his complaining heat suit, and Marcus was gurgling in the water. The Marshall flipped him over and looked around. The snow was still falling, and the ice water was starting to freeze. The Marshall shoved his way onto the snow out of the blast radius, dragging Marcus with him.

Maelstrom · Post by **Maelstrom** » 31 Mar 2006, 11:44

This planet sounds ever so slightly dangerous.

maverick256 · Post by **maverick256** » 31 Mar 2006, 17:14

I like that gernade. What is it, thermonuclear? Takes quite a bit of energy to melt that much water so quickly.

Kixxe · Post by **Kixxe** » 31 Mar 2006, 17:19

Awesome nade, yes :D

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 01 Apr 2006, 01:44

The Marshall comes prepared.Infrared goggles, explosive bullets, high energy plasma grenades, tanks, power amour, stealth field generators, inertia suppressors, gravity generators, tac nuke Frisbee's, implosion bombs, anti-matter rockets, quantum mortars, 360 degree laser turrets, spider drones, "bouncing Betty" plasma mines, tunneling missiles, rail gun emplacements and a orbital defense system (ODS).

Oh and he brought Liz.

Maelstrom · Post by **Maelstrom** » 01 Apr 2006, 02:17

Tac nuke frisbee's?!?!

GIMME ONE!

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 01 Apr 2006, 07:42

I like those. But actually you launch them in a disck launcher, somewhat simmiler to a Spinfuser, for anyone who played Tribes.

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 03 Apr 2006, 00:55

The night was cold. The heat suits that the two men wore was all that saved them, and even so the Marshall was sure that more then one of his toe's would be black by the end. But there was the more pressing matter of getting away. The plasma grenade had liquefied the snow in the surrounding area, but had left the massive warren's of the monsters intact. So more of them started to boil out of the ground, cutting through the compacted snow with huge scythe like arms that folded out of their spines.

The Marshall scanned the area, spotting four of the things cutting through the ice and snow, their wails warbling between audible and nonaudible pitches. The Marshall felt the sounds in his sternum as it went below even the lowest note a human could hear. He started to drag the unconscious priest away from the monsters, reconsidered it as he almost walked into another new tunnel opening. He spun around, the worm whipping forward to attack him. The Marshall blew it away with his rifle, and half of the monster slid back down the tunnel.

The Marshall looked to the left and the right, trying to guage which was closer, the base or the ship. He looked down at Marcus. He would have to make a choice...

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├óÔé¼┼ôHoly shit, did you see that?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man asked, looking at his partner. His partner was a tired looking woman, who's red hair was tied back in a tight bun that was looking more and more like a knot as the night wore on. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked, looking at her partner, who was a significantly younger and and less tired man. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe temperature jumped' he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked ├óÔé¼┼ôCause its been expected to go up over the past few mon-├óÔé¼┬Ø. She saw the screen.

├óÔé¼┼ôHoly shit!├óÔé¼┬Ø she gaped. The temperature had jumped ten degree's in ten minuets. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think we should unpack the swim suits├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll call Marcus, see if he's back in├óÔé¼┬Ø the man said, grabbing the woman's phone. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey├óÔé¼┬Ø she grumbled, the man's arm cutting off her view of the screen for a split second. The man, not noticing, put the clunky phone on his ear and typed in the key code for the command center.

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Liz pulled on her heat suit ├óÔé¼┼ôThey are over due for three hours├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd you getting your self killed it going to do anything?├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan asked. Liz pulled on snow boots, looking like the boots for a ancient set of plate mail ├óÔé¼┼ôSimple, I go out there, find them, save them, come back├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, clamping the boots shut. ├óÔé¼┼ôI guess I'll have to come too├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan said ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause i have an overwhelming urge to get myself killed too├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The two of them got into a hummer, Liz holding a rifle and Killigan holding a rifle that was almost, but not quite, the same. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou call this a gun?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked, shouting over the roar of the wind. Snow pounded the area, wind causing it to whip past them. Liz wished she had brought some goggles when the hummer set off, going at a steady pace. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is suicide├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan pointed out again.

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├óÔé¼┼ôKilligan AND Marcus have left?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man asked, incredulous ├óÔé¼┼ôAren't they supposed to stay around just in case something like this happens?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell Marcus left for a reason. What it is is a mystery, but Killigan has a good reason to go out in the middle of the night with only one man for backup├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhich is?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôTo get Marcus back├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman replied. The base rumbled slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat was that?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man looked around the room, which was itself located at the top of a com tower. ├óÔé¼┼ôWind├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. Then the room tilted forty degree's, and threw both of them into the wall.

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat was THAT!├óÔé¼┬Ø the man shouted, staggering to his feet and rubbing his head from where it had impacted on the wall. The woman stayed low ├óÔé¼┼ôI think the building is├óÔé¼┬Ø the room tilted even more, throwing the man to the ground again ├óÔé¼┼ôListing├óÔé¼┬Ø. The two of them got to their feet, unsteadily, and slid too the door which was propped open by the buildings incline. The man got to the door and looked out into the hall way. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh shit!├óÔé¼┬Ø He shouted, jerking back into the room.

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat was it!├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø The man said, looking around for a weapon. He was not having any success, as the room had two chairs and two small books to reference the computer's data against. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe need a weapon├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think there is a fire ax in the cabinet├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhich cabinet?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man asked ├óÔé¼┼ôI never noticed no cabinets around here!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The woman kicked the cabinet under the computer bank, and it fell open, revealing a fire ax. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy do we even HAVE a fire ax? The door's are metal!├óÔé¼┬Ø the man protested.

Now armed, the two technician's hid in the corner.

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The entire base was in chaos. Simon only noticed when the lights cut out in the hospital. He sat up in bed, his wounds complaining at the sudden motion. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere did the light's go?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked the darkens. Silence was his only response. Simon looked around, trying to remember where the door was. He slowly got out of bed, his fingers clutching his chest as his still unhealed cuts flaring in new pain. ├óÔé¼┼ôAny one else out here!├óÔé¼┬Ø He shouted.

Then he heard a slithering, clicking noise. It sounded, like anything, a spider moving over metal. Simon hated spiders. He loathed the eight legged arachnids with a passion. The ship that had brought humanity and neo-Christianity to Darkside had also brought some of the parasites that came with humanity like rats, insects and some long lived viruses. So Simon, who otherwise would never of even heard a spider, was now paralyzed with terror.

The clicking, slithering noise continued and got a little closer, and Simon realized which direction the door was in. The same direction of the clicking. Simon dived forward, ignoring the pain, and found the latch on the door. Then he felt a feeler, like a segmented whip covered with fuzz, brush over his wrist. Simon shouted in terror, and slammed the door as hard as he could. A inhuman shrike shot through the air, only muffled slightly by the door. Simon backed away from the door, tripping over something and smashing the back of his head on the bed. The darkness got darker.

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Kalvin and Reeds stood over the planning table, which was basically a rough map of the colony held down by Coffey cups and a single bible. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe've lost connect with more then half the base├óÔé¼┬Ø Kalvin said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd the backup generators are covered with ice├óÔé¼┬Ø. The room shook again ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd there are more earthquakes going on ever hour├óÔé¼┬Ø the man said, his normal unflappable veneer cracking ever so slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe should just send out the security personal, gather survives and bring them here till dawn├óÔé¼┬Ø Reeds said, jabbing his fingers at two red area's on the map. Red meant powerless.

├óÔé¼┼ôI agree├óÔé¼┬Ø Kalvin nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôReally!├óÔé¼┬Ø Reeds asked, surprised. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat, its a good idea!├óÔé¼┬Ø Kalvin said ├óÔé¼┼ôI agree completely!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell its just normally your disagree with everyone├óÔé¼┬Ø Reeds grumbled, gesturing to the security guards that had been in the command building.

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The Marshall bound Marcus's arm up, keeping it straight and immobile. The priest was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, and the Marshall was beginning to think that his choice might not of been the best idea. He was crouched down, not because he was checking over Marcus, but because the tunnel was only five feet tall. The ice tunnel's were dark, but the Marshall's infrared goggles keeping tabs on anything above, below and around them.

The tunnel was actually quite warm, compared to outside. But it had been dug by the alien's, so the Marshall was unsure of how safe it would be in the long term. So he sat down, his eye's darting over the entire area, and tried to relax. It was hard, as he could still remember the howls of the creatures. But they had fallen silent, and the Marshall couldn't even see them anymore.

├óÔé¼┼ôHey├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall jumped slightly, then looked at the priest, who was looking around weakly. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked quietly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere are we?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked.

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 03 Apr 2006, 06:42

A bit part becomes large...a woman returns from the story's past...and a charicter will DIE!

Just to wake you up....

The Marshall was done explaining when he spotted a sudden heat bloom out of the corner of his eye. He smoothly brought his rifle to bear on the celling of the tunnel and blew it apart. The portion of the tunnel in front of the two men down, blocking the passage way. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat'll stop them!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall grinned. The worm burst there was through the rubble, its warbling voice sending shivers down his spine. ├óÔé¼┼ôMabey not├óÔé¼┬Ø he muttered and shot the worm in the mouth.

├óÔé¼┼ôI can walk├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, tightening his arm brace a bit more. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe'll go straight for the base├óÔé¼┬Ø. The two men staggered out of the tunnel, another worm boiling out of the ground. The Marshall chucked another plasma grenade into the tunnel and the two of them ran like hell. The open mouth of the tunnel exploded, boiling water spraying every were.

A worm shot up and out of the ground in front of The Marshall and Marcus. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh shit!├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus jerked backwards and fell to the ground. The Marshall himself was batted to the ground by one of the many legs of the worm. ├óÔé¼┼ôHEY!├óÔé¼┬Ø he heard someone shout ├óÔé¼┼ôGET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HUBBY!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall looked in the direction of the voice. Liz straddled the hood of a hummer, holding what looked like a massive tube.

She pulled the trigger and flame's fhoosed out of the back of the tube, and a missile slammed out of the front. It screamed into the worm's center and exploded straight through the soft target. The missile kept going until it hit the snow and exploded. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz muttered ├óÔé¼┼ôThat didn't quite work├óÔé¼┬Ø.The worm, not even noticing the hole in its gut, looked at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôPLAN B!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted to Killigan, who revved up the Hummer's engine.

The Marshall looked around, recovering from the shock. Then he noticed the blood welling from a huge gash running from his gut to his sternum. He tried to move and collapsed into the snow.

The Hummer started to roar around the worm, and Liz, who was still straddling the hood with a seemingly preternatural balance, pulled out her laser pistol. Ten years ago the pistol could cut three inch hull armor at maximum setting. Now it easily cut through the worm's segmented armor, and went out the back. The Hummer completed its path and finally came to rest next to the Marshall and Marcus.

The worm fell in four separate piece's, and Liz slid off the hood. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh fuck├óÔé¼┬Ø She muttered, seeing the red on the snow. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe need to get him back to the base├óÔé¼┬Ø Killigan said. Liz felt around on the Marshall's chest, trying to find his heart bear. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow is he?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked, walking over to him. The blood wasn't flowing anymore. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow is he!├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked again. Liz was slumping, her shoulders shaking. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's dead├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, her voice quiet.

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do we do now?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOnly thing to do├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe go to the ship├óÔé¼┬Ø.

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├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell did you do that for!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall shouted, looking at the ERS station, fiery explosions ripping it to pieces. ├óÔé¼┼ôTerrible blow to our enemy├óÔé¼┬Ø The other Marshall said. The ship suddenly jumped forward, as acceleration hit in, and the Marshall felt pressure push onto him. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø The other Marshall said, his voice unperturbed by the pressure on his chest, ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have been controlling you all you're life├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The Marshall didn't know at the time how true that was. The ship shot towards mercury, heading at incredible speeds. With two Transcendi on board the ship's A.I didn't feel the need to stay below human thresholds. So they would arrive within a few days, and in those days the Marshall's did nothing more then sleep. The other Marshall showed the Marshall how to turn set his brain to sleep mode, and how to set an alarm clock to wake him up when necessary. So the Marshall set his brain to wake up in five days, and blinked.

├óÔé¼┼ôWelcome to M.D├óÔé¼┬Ø the chirpy voice woke him up. The Marshall sat up in bed. It was a huge, white, comfortable bed that looked like it belonged in a five star hotel. He looked around and saw the nurse who had waited on him while he was recovering a week ago. She had dropped the chewing gum, the nurses uniform, and most of her clothes. She simply wore a white strip over her chest, and a pair of shorts. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere am i?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe M.D├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse said, walking over. Sunlight was streaming through the window. Earth sunlight, and the Marshall swore he could hear birds. The Nurse, who seemed perturbed that the Marshall still didn't get it ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Mercury Darkside├óÔé¼┬Ø the nurse said.

├óÔé¼┼ôAre you a...├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked, trailing off at the end. The nurse turned around and bared her back ├óÔé¼┼ôRun your finger from my but to my shoulders├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman commanded. The Marshall, bemused, ran his finger over the woman's spine. The skin split sickeningly and the woman shrugged it off slightly. Her spine was gleaming metal, spreading in a protective sheath over her vital organs. The Marshall jerked away. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm a ninety├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said, shrugging slightly. The skin sloughed together and stretched together. The woman stood, her skin whole and perfect again.

├óÔé¼┼ôCome on, theres a lot to see├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, reaching for the Marshall's hand. He grabbed her hand and she pulled him out of bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is your name, anyway?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. The nurse turned around and kissed him on the cheek ├óÔé¼┼ôI knew you would ask├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI am called Cyanide, and you've got a bit to learn├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The hotel, as the Marshall called it, was situated in a sphere that rotated slowly to provide gravity. It had spot on lighting, ecosystem. Everything had been simulated perfectly, right down to the bird song. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour second is in the field├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, dragging the Marshall around the small city. There were restaurants, book stores. Discreetly hidden defense turrets. In other words it looked a normal human settlement.

├óÔé¼┼ôI have one question├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide asked, sitting across a table from the Marshall. She was drinking a soda, while he was simply looking at her. They both sat in a restaurants, which was rather deserted. The bartender cleaned a glass lethargically, a straw hat trying to discuses the fact that it was a robot. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's with the face?├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't know, really├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôI just woke up in the ERS with it├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôMust make it hard for kissing├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôI haven't really tried├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey kept me busy there├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell here life is a bit more ideal├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou do whatever you want, unless the Overseer's or Athena ask you to do something├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething as in?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell...like your brother├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, referring to the other Marshall, ├óÔé¼┼ôHe is out trying to find those...those...women...you know├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide reached for the names.

├óÔé¼┼ôElizabeth and Amberly├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah, he is out there looking for them as we speak. You get to stay here and spend time with me├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell what about the rest of the Transcendi├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere are they? I've only seen two or so├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôMost are around Earth, trying to find new people to uplift├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, sucking the last bit of soda out of her cup. She picks the cup up and throws it as hard as she could at the robot bartender.

The robot grabbed the glass and set it down gently. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets go back to your room├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôI wasn't to show you something else├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall got up, the chair screeching against the floor. Cyanide got up, stretching her back with a slight whir of machinery. The two of them left the restaurant, the bartender nodding to them as they leave.

The two of them walked around the asteroid, back to the hotel. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked ├óÔé¼┼ôHow did you get here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was born here├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd got my name from my temper├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI haven't noticed you have a temper├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. Cyanide grinned, draping her right arm over his shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôAs long as you keep me happy, you wont see it├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. The Marshall and Cyanide walked for a bit. Then the Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know you are a lot less annoying without you're gum├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, grinning ├óÔé¼┼ôI hate gum├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall felt something odd, but brushed it off.

They both stepped into the Marshall's room, Cyanide stretching as she walked into the room. The Marshall walked into the room after her. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo what is this thing you want to show me├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôFollow me├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, throwing her hair back behind her. The Marshall followed her as she thumbed it open.

├óÔé¼┼ôIt's a shower unit├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, looking at the white cubical incredulously ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy is this special?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide grabbed him and planted her lips on the faceless area below his nose. The Marshall was stunned as Cyanide pulled him closer to him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI want you├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, grinning. The Marshall felt her hands grab his pants. ├óÔé¼┼ôCyanide├óÔé¼┬Ø he said softly. Cyanide looked at him, her green eyes boring into his. ├óÔé¼┼ôCyanide├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall repeated, not able to think of anything else to say.

├óÔé¼┼ôLet me make this easier for you├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said. She reached behind her back and pulled her white band off. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø She steeped right next to the Marshall, her right leg kicking the shower unit on ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat did you want to say?├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The next morning, and Cyanide woke up first. She sat up in the bed, the sweat slicked sheets wrapped around her body like a second skin. The Marshall was still asleep and Cyanide grinned devilishly. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow was it?├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena asked, her voice sounding like it comes from right behind her, but in actuality being transmitted into her head. ├óÔé¼┼ôI could share├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôThen just some creative editing and its you in that shower├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide doesn't speak either, capable of transmitting to Athena as well as Athena could transmit to her.

├óÔé¼┼ôNo thanks├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, sounding sad, ├óÔé¼┼ôI'd rather have it really BE myself├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I think i have enough information in my old noggin for a psyche analysis├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't think you needed to fuck him to get that information├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena grumbled. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe is pretty cute├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said grinning.

├óÔé¼┼ôSo do you think we can control him?├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena asked, her voice serious. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes, I think i know exactly what is needed to tweak the Marshall to our side completely and utterly├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said ├óÔé¼┼ôI wasn't you to leave. We have some reliable predictions that you could be of use in an asteroid colony├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôHow big a prediction?├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide asked, looking out the window at M.D. ├óÔé¼┼ôOver seventy five percent. Thats the Overseer's gauss, actually. Mine is more around sixty nine, but its still high enough├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you looking at?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked, sitting up in the bed next to Cyanide. The woman started, and looked at the Marshall. ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôNow...where were we?├óÔé¼┬Ø

maverick256 · Post by **maverick256** » 04 Apr 2006, 22:41

we wait to be unconfused.

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 05 Apr 2006, 01:43

You'll be waiting for a lonnnng time.

Not reall, its actually comming together and getting really explody soon.

Kixxe · Post by **Kixxe** » 05 Apr 2006, 10:49

You better hurry, mister.

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 05 Apr 2006, 15:32

In the form of placation, i give you this cyptic hint:

The stage of the Future is set, as is the stage of the past...but what of the present?

Kixxe · Post by **Kixxe** » 05 Apr 2006, 16:14

So you mean what we have witnessed is the past and the future, and we are gonna soon continue on the path of the present?

And it better take place in the Present, and not in some weird flashbacky way!

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 05 Apr 2006, 16:31

Don't worry Kixxe. This one should make a few things start to get going to were they make sence.

The Marshall was not sure whether to laugh or cry. Owens, or the computer simulation of what might have been Owens, who he had been tracking for over a month now and had cost the government thousands of dollars of investments, thousands of lives and him a great deal of pain and effort. Owens, who might have known something that could damage the entire government, both the Black Ops and the Overseers, had turned out to know...nothing. Absolutely nothing. He had some half baked theory's, some 'illegal' drugs. The Marshall called up all he knew on the drugs that Owens had stolen away from his research position on the ERS (now in many many tiny piece's in orbit around Jupiter) and found it was a minor project in controlling the outer Kupiter Belt and the crime 'empire's that had built up around drug trade.

Owens knew nothing, and The Marshall's mission had been pointless. Completely pointless. So he listened with half an ear to the discussions of the others at the table. Liz was in favor of storming the ERS. Pointless endeavor, for even IF the station was intact, there was not much five people could do against it. Amber thought they should go public with their knowledge. Also pointless. The Marshall had half a mind to kill them and have the government hush up the investigation.

Then he, unwillingly caught of view of Liz's face from a profile, the artificial firelight simulated by the lamps in the wall lighting up half of her face and realized he couldn't kill them. The very thought of it disquieted him. Then he heard a voice in his mind ├óÔé¼┼ôMeet me at coordinates 112, 33, 44├óÔé¼┬Ø. It was the same voice that had been transmitted to his mind several time's before. But it had never said to meet someone.

├óÔé¼┼ôPeter├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked. The Marshall jumped slightly, not realizing he had fazed out of the conversation. He looked at Liz full on. The lighting fell around her face in just a way... ├óÔé¼┼ôYes?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you're thoughts on this?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked, grinning slightly. Amber shot her a poisonous look, then switched it to The Marshall. ├óÔé¼┼ôUh-uh...er..├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall stammered, reaching for some thing to say ├óÔé¼┼ôI think we shouldn't do a single thing├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Liz's grin vanished, and Amber's eye's got even anger. ├óÔé¼┼ôThink about it├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, realizing he could tie this up with some well placed words ├óÔé¼┼ôIf they can produce drugs like this, and by they i mean the government├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôObviously├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber muttered. The Marshall ignored this ├óÔé¼┼ôSo think, if they are this powerfully to do things like this with out humanity finding out about it, then it would be trivial for them to hush it up├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Liz looked about to object, ├óÔé¼┼ôReally├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, cutting her off before she could even say anything, ├óÔé¼┼ôThe only thing that releasing this information would have us be sent to the reeducation centers and probably be shot for terrorism. Its what happens to everyone else who goes against the Black Ops├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBlack Ops?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked. The Marshall's face froze as he realized what a monumentally stupid thing he had done. He had been looking at Liz's face, for one thing.

├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have to go├óÔé¼┬Ø. He got up and left the room. Not the most elegant exit in his carrier, but he kept walking down the hall's. ├óÔé¼┼ôstop!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted. The Marshall did the second most stupid things he had done this evening. He stopped. ├óÔé¼┼ôTurn around! Slowly!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz commanded, and the Marshall turned slowly. And, to his complete lack of surprise, Liz had a gun trained on his face. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet your hands in the air, were I can see them├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, her voice a little quieter.

The Marshall raised his hands slowly, keeping his eye's fixed on the gun. Made it easier. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôGet back in the room and tell us the truth. All of it├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall shrugged, a empty feeling in his gut. For a second he thought he could get away with Liz's opinion of him intact. So he walked into the room and sat down at the far end of the table. Liz's gun never left the general area of were he was sitting, but at least she placed it on the table rather then holding it at him.

├óÔé¼┼ôThree days ago├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said in a rather flat monotone, his eye's fixed somewhere between the center of the table and his end of the table ├óÔé¼┼ôI infiltrated this building, sedated Peter and had him removed├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz ground her teeth audibly, her jaw working in anger. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's alive, back in...the ERS├óÔé¼┬Ø. A lie, actually, but the Overseers had created a ERS look a like to fool anyone poking around. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe'll probably be the better off after the surgery├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The Marshall continued on telling his life story, altering a fact there, dropping a truth here to make it shorter and slightly more palatable. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think we should space the fucker├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said at the end of his story. ├óÔé¼┼ôI agree├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said, looking at Marco ├óÔé¼┼ôCan it be done?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. Olivia nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôIts possible, but a rather bad idea├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Marco said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a irreversibly neural death penalty for murder, and the police in Leviathan would be able to find us rather easily├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôHow about we blow his brain's out├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz suggested. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat won't work either├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôMy skull is reinforced with armor, and my brain is a computer, so its going to take heavy anti-tan├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôShut up!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôAlso the police would be able to pick up on that easy too├óÔé¼┬Ø Marco pointed out. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou don't know anything all that dangerous├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôHey!├óÔé¼┬Ø Owens said, his image appearing on a monitor near the Marshall's head. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry to say it, but that drug program is only a low priority in the Black Ops├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, grinning slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou think this is all a big game, don't you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said incredulously, looking at him with a mix of disgust and anger. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, actually├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôThere are somethings I take very seriously├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôNow I must leave├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, standing. Liz picked up her gun with a clatter. Amber pulled a pistol out of her holster. ├óÔé¼┼ôSit down├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said tiredly ├óÔé¼┼ôFor a second I was ready to just let you slid on by, and leave you never the wiser. Then I did something stupid, and I apologize to you. Now I'm not sure really what to do. Go back to my base and get new orders, and life will just go on as normal├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The Marshall looked straight into Liz's eye's, and tried to communicate what he was trying to say without actually saying it. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you just go back to life as normal, nothing will happen and you'll probably be as happy as you can be now a day's├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou think we are just going to let you...walk away?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. He turned and walked to the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted. The Marshall got into the door.

A bullet blew through his left shoulder, clipping a lung. The Marshall looked at the wound and assessed the damage. Not life threatening to a Transcendi. He turned around and was slightly heartened to see that Amber had shot him in the back. Liz's gun hovered, aiming at a point somewhat below his center of mass. The Marshall turned away and kept walking.

The coordinates that the voice had given him lead the Marshall to a small, seedy bar. He was jolted when he realized that it was the same holo-bar that Liz had taken him to a day ago. He walked in, his shirt still stained a bit with blood. He had grabbed a jacket from Peter's rooms, to cover the bullet wound, and now looked around the bar. He saw a woman wearing a red dress sitting at a waiting table with a man, who was wearing a white smock and was hunched over a drink.

├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman looked at The Marshall, her face filled with joy and hope. What for, he did not know. The Marshall felt something...odd about her face. ├óÔé¼┼ôCome├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, gesturing to him ├óÔé¼┼ôSit!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The rest of the bar was unoccupied, save for a single man who was drinking out a oddly shaped cup, the liquid in it bubbling and frothing. The Marshall walked over to the table and sat down. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked, looking at the woman. She looked at him, as if expecting something to happen. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, inflating her upper lip and slowly deflating it with a long sigh. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo do you have some orders, or can I go home?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall asked.

├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman in the red dress said ├óÔé¼┼ôLets introduce ourselves> I'm called Athena, but...you would know my better as├óÔé¼┬Ø she paused ├óÔé¼┼ôAlly├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall stood still for a moment. Then a trigger, implanted by microsurgery and good old fashioned brainwashing, was activated by the sight of Athena, or Allison Wade's face. At first all that came to mind were scattered memory's, flashes and images with no real, coherent meaning.

Then all the pieces fell into place....

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Liz sat at a small bar in the recreation room of Marco's mansion. It was small, didn't have strong enough drinks and no drugs. Even so, after mixing some drinks together and having a copious amounts of them, Liz was inebriated enough to start to not feel anything. Just a few more drinks. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey├óÔé¼┬Ø She heard Amber behind her. Liz turned around and looked at Amber, who was wearing what she called an 'evening dress'. Liz never liked it all that much, but she was just glad to see Amber in any situation.

├óÔé¼┼ôSo, mind if I sit down?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked, gesturing to the seat next to Liz. Not that it mattered, seeing as no one else other then the robot bartender was in the bar. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot at all├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, leaning her head on one of her hands. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said, picking up Ambers glass and sniffing it, crinkling her nose at the smell ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell have you been drinking?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, get up and bending over the counter and grabbing a bottle.

├óÔé¼┼ôAnd?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber prompted. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd this one├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz grabbed a second bottle ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd this one├óÔé¼┬Ø a third. ├óÔé¼┼ôAll in one glass?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'd think you'd run out of glass├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a big cup├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said. That was true. The cup was almost half the size of the bottle. Liz grabbed it back from Amber and drank the rest of it in one quick gulp. Liz shucked in a breath and threw the cup over her shoulder, keeping with a tradition she kept from middle school.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou still do that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber looked at the pile of glass. ├óÔé¼┼ôNever saw a reason to stop...i just stopped meeting men├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, grabbing another cup that was almost the same size. Mabey slightly bigger. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz started pouring what was left of the three bottles into the cup ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy are you here? I thought you were more into drugs, rather then drinks├óÔé¼┬Ø. Amber frowned as Liz finished off all three bottles, placing them gently beside the many colored, foul smelling concoction ├óÔé¼┼ôI came to apologize├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôApologize for what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not like I was the one who was...├óÔé¼┬Ø she paused to find the word ├óÔé¼┼ôinfatuated with that sick fuck├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats true├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I needn't of reacted the way I did├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNah├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats normal. Well as normal as you are├óÔé¼┬Ø She giggled at her own observation. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are wasted├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said, grabbing the cup and pouring it onto the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat is true├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I'm not unconscious enough, so I need more├óÔé¼┬Ø. She tried to grab the cup out of Amber's hand and overbalanced, falling off the stool and onto the puddle of alcohol.

Amber dragged Liz slowly across the floor of the hall way. ├óÔé¼┼ôNeed any help with that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Olivia asked, looking up from her book. Amber looked at her and shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI got it├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Olivia, who was leaning against the wall, went back to her book. Amber continued dragging Liz's unconscious body to her rooms. After a few minuets she made it, the door opening when Amber placed Liz's thumb print on the door's opening mechanizim.

├óÔé¼┼ôThere you go!├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber grunted, shoving Liz onto the bed. Liz was half awake at this moment ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, grinning slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you so happy about?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked, sizing on an excuse to stay with Liz a bit longer. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have half a mind to kiss you├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOnly half?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber joked. Liz sat up and grabbed Amber by the cuff of her shirt, pulling the other woman down onto her. Liz's lips pressed against Ambers, but Amber pushed away slowly. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're drunk├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, getting up slowly.

Liz lay back in the bed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell...ask again the morning├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered, not annoyed in the least. Within a few seconds she was snoring. ├óÔé¼┼ôI will├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber whispered to the air.

├óÔé¼┼ôDon't you think he's cute?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked, looking through the throng at Brendon. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf your into that sort of things├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said, crossing her eye's at the mirror she was holding to her face. The middle school prom was filled with eighteen year old seniors, dancing the the beat of the latest band, with Amber and Liz off to the sides as they had been the entire year. Amber was staring with disinterest at the young man that Liz was looking at.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou're never into boys, are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz looked at Amber, a single pink spiral on her cheek. Amber shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôI gauss I've never met a nice enough one├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to the bathroom, weirdo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, and walked away. Amber looked at her friend and wished that she had the courage to say...to do... but she was only eighteen. And Liz was obviously not interested

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 09 Apr 2006, 05:00

How could ANYTHING increase the tension any more? Give a wild guss or just read the next episode!

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you think you know?├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena asked, sipping her drink, looking over the table at the Marshall. Her bodyguard kept his eye's down, a hood drawn over his face. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot much├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said frowning. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood answer├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said grinning, setting her drink down. A bell ringed and four people in the holochambers on the second floor left their assigned rooms, red faced and talking excitedly among themselves about their experiences.

├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, looking at the people exiting the bar, ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat happens now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou either go home, back to the M.D. Meet up with Cyndie again, chat about the past. Whatever. Or├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou do something about this├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall felt something tap against his foot. Looking down he saw that Athena's bodyguard had pushed a rounded suitcase across the floor. The Marshall picked it up and placed it on the table. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked, looking around it for a latch to open the damn thing.

├óÔé¼┼ôThree months ago the Black Ops and the Overseer's both received a message, transmitted by laser├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said. The Marshall found a latch and flicked the case open. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was sent from a place in orbit around Alpha Centuri and It was most decidedly alien in origin├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall shoved backwards, looking at the contents of the suit case.

├óÔé¼┼ôThe Overseers decided├óÔé¼┬Ø. A chunk of U-253. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat the people need something to focus on├óÔé¼┬Ø. Some high explosives. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd what better then an enemy that would kill├óÔé¼┬Ø. A detonator. ├óÔé¼┼ôFive hundred million people in a split second├óÔé¼┬Ø. A countdown timer. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor a science experiment├óÔé¼┬Ø. A radiation warning singe. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat better way to get support behind sending a mission to destroy the enemy├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena smiled.

├óÔé¼┼ôThey would destroy Leviathan...to invade a colony we don't even know exists anymore!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall hissed, keeping his voice below a whisper to prevent anyone around them from hearing what they were talking about. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot the colony├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, frowning ├óÔé¼┼ôThe artifact! We have telescopic evidence that a object appeared in orbit around Alpha Centuri A. We need space fleets. Soldiers. We need the publics support├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou're insane├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said flatly. ├óÔé¼┼ôThink about it. We send humanity out into the stars, conquering an alien menace. We could catapult the human race ahead thousands of years, create a civilization that will last a million years├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena giggled ├óÔé¼┼ôThink about it!├óÔé¼┬Ø she repeated. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe don't even know what is out their├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow do you know its not capable of...blowing up planets? Or traveling through time, or something worse!├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Athena grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have a trump card of our own├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhich is?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy brain is different from yours├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, changing the subject ├óÔé¼┼ôYour brain, while also being a QuantCon, is smaller and more straightforward them mine. It simulates life, which is chaos, simply by being fast enough to make a random sequence almost exactly like the humans brain. It works rather well. Its smaller, more compact, and can run on the energy created by the human body. The area of your skull thats not taken up by your brain is reinforced armor. Mine is a larger, taking up the entirety of my skull. So I'm more fragile then you├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôBut exponentially faster and more complex. It was when my brain, when I was ten, copied into the new brain that Dr. Wade realized his mistake├óÔé¼┬Ø

The Marshall looked at Athena's bodyguard again. He hadn't moved at all for the entire conversation, aside from moving the suitcase. The Marshall, remembering that most people would be able to recognize a bomb, closed the suitcase before someone noticed it. ├óÔé¼┼ôSee the mind of a child is...less formed then an adults. The transference, or transcendence as some call it, fractured me├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said, still grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you mean, fractured├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets say I have...more facets then you'd think├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena muttered ├óÔé¼┼ôBut the important thing is when I woke up, I found i knew things. Things I shouldn't. Things I couldn't├óÔé¼┬Ø

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat things?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked, leaning over the suitcase. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy brain could just put the pieces together, if that makes sense. I could look at pretty much anything, from a puzzle to a broken machine, and put it together again. Usually in a better way. In the early years of my transcendence I was a gold mine of new technology's. Super Efficient fuels. Near instant communication. Stealth field Generators. More├óÔé¼┬Ø

The Marshall gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôSo now you think its all right to kill people? Just to send a task force to the stars?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot just a task force!├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena snapped, sitting forward in her chair ├óÔé¼┼ôBut the human race! We have stagnated over the last hundred years. Technology has stopped advancing in the more exotic areas science. But If we colonized several more colony's, mabey set up a com system between them thats better then lasers├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall cut her off, shoving his chair back and standing up. ├óÔé¼┼ôSit back down├óÔé¼┬Ø Athena said amicably. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm having no part in this├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, turning to go.

Athena shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôPeter├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôKill him├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall dropped to the ground. Peter, throwing the hood off of his face, pulled out an automatic pistol and opened fire. Bullets smashed into the window behind the Marshall, shattering glass and blasting apart the window. Screams split the air as the crowd ran for cover. The Marshall dashed down the holobar. Peter swept his gun back and forth above the Marshall's head, keeping him down.

The Marshall reached the bar's end and dived around it. The bullets from Peter's gun blasted apart the corner, sending metal shrapnel flying through the air. The Marshall covered his head, thinking about what he should do next. Peter let the clip in his pistol drop out. It clattered to the ground, splashing into a expanding pool of blood. Two members of the crowd had not made it to the door. Peter got out another hundred round clip and slid it into the pistol.

The Marshall leaped to his feet, grabbing a bar chair and throwing it as hard as he could at Peter. The other man lifted up his right arm, batting away the chair. The chair itself clattered to the floor, its metal seat bent half way down. The Marshall dived back down as Peter opened fire with his pistol. Bullets blasted into the bottles that lined the wall. Shards of glass flew over the entire area, liquor spattering onto the Marshall.

The Marshall crawled under the bar, Peter's foot steps clomping towards him. The Marshall found what he was looking for, grabbing the pistol that the bar owner had kept for self defense. He stood up, gun leveled at Peter's face. Peter's gun pressed into the Marshall's gut. Both men stood silent, trigger fingers twitching slightly under strain. Athena sipped her drink, waiting for the battle to come to its conclusion.

├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, looking into his reflection ├óÔé¼┼ôYou got knocked up a notch├óÔé¼┬Ø. Peter's eyes refocused, whirring a bit. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats it like?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked ├óÔé¼┼ôKnowing your just like me?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Peter pressed his gun deeper into the Marshall's gut. The Marshall's gun was touching Peter's forehead. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis has to end eventually├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd├óÔé¼┬Ø. He didn't finish the sentence, thumbing the release catch on the clip. The magazine dropped down onto Peter's gun hand, dislodging it. Then the Marshall pushed.

It was not elegant, but it was powerful. Peter fell backwards and smashed onto Athena's table. She backed up slightly, still holding her drink. The Marshall then ran forward, jumping. He landed onto Peter's chest, jumping again and landing on another table. That table was a folding table and snapped shut like a Venus Fly Trap. The Marshall fell forward, the table opening up again. Peter got up, brining his pistol to bear. The Marshal kept running, slamming into the door. Peter pulled the trigger.

The Marshall fell forward, blood splattering as three bullets blasted through his left lung, stomach and his kidney. The door slid back shut and Peter started to advance. The Marshall staggered into the zero gravity streets, blood flowing into the open air. Police air craft were zipping to the shooting. The Marshall looked up, seeing Marco's mansion. He kicked off hard. Peter came out of the door of the holobar, gun ready. The Marshall kept his eyes on the mansion, a white grail for him to hope for. His mind was running on adrenalin, trying to keep the Quantcon in his skull running and the rest of his body from passing out due to shock.

Peter aimed and pulled the trigger. The sound of his gun in the slightly thinner air in Leviathan was tinny and distant sounding. Bullets whizzed by the Marshall as he got closer and closer to the Mansion. A bullet skimmed over his back, ripping his shirt. He heard sirens. A bullet hit his thigh, ripping through the muscle of his leg and stopping in his reinforced bone. The Marshall started to spin. Two more bullets went through his right lung this time. Then Peter's gun stopped firing.

Peter and Athena had disappeared. The police looked around the bar. All they found were the clip from the bar owners pistol. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat was he shooting at?├óÔé¼┬Ø One of the officer asked, looking out at the direction Peter had been firing. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh shit!├óÔé¼┬Ø his partner said, pointing at the air ├óÔé¼┼ôBlood!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe need an ambulance├óÔé¼┬Ø his partner said, brushing the hair out of her eye's as they both looked at the dot that was a human being.

Liz stared at the viewer ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't believe this├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, rubbing her temples. She had a splitting hangover, and a disturbing lack of memory of the night before. She would get a flash or so of something, but nothing cogent. But what was on the viewer was a lot more alarming then a hangover. The camera was zoomed in on a shooter down at the holobar she had taken Pe- The Marshall too a few days ago. The man shooting was The Marshall, firing at something moving towards the mansion. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho do you think...he is shooting at?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked, crossing her arms and frowning.

├óÔé¼┼ôWe have a new update├óÔé¼┬Ø The news announcer said, the camera switching back to him. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe victim has been identified├óÔé¼┬Ø. The camera snapped to a blurry figure, drifting through the air. Blood splatered around him in small droplets, making him look like a red blur. The camera refocused, and the entire area became in focus. A man who also wore Peter's face was drifting.

├óÔé¼┼ôHoly shit!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz spat, standing up ├óÔé¼┼ôIts Peter!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow do you know?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy would the Marshall open fire in a crowded bar?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz asked ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause Peter had gotten back!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz immideatly broke into a run, grabbing her guns from the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets go!├óÔé¼┬Ø she shouted to Amber. Amber reached for her guns and started off after her friend.

maverick256 · Post by **maverick256** » 09 Apr 2006, 20:30

I thought there was something to the idea that Athena, women in the red dress, and the good doctor's daughter are connected somehow.

Zoombie · Post by **Zoombie** » 10 Apr 2006, 05:24

├óÔé¼┼ôMarco!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted, running after the vampire. Marco turned around at Liz, who was still charging down the corridor, guns in both of her hands. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats going on?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo time! Do you have a Jetpack!├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôSure i keep a few around├óÔé¼┬Ø Marco said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey are normally by the-├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shot past him. ├óÔé¼┼ôAmber what is going on!├óÔé¼┬Ø Marco asked as the other woman ran past, guns in both of her hands as well. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo time!├óÔé¼┬Ø She shouted as she ran past.

Liz kicked the locker next to the air lock open and grabbed the jet pack. Amber caught up with her ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats the plan?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked. Liz buckled the harness on ├óÔé¼┼ôI go after the Marshall, you head after the ambulance and check on Peter in the hospital├óÔé¼┬Ø. Amber nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôBe ready if the Marshall comes to finish him off├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said.

Peter strode over the curved edge of Leviathan, his magnetic boots keeping him anchored. He also carried the bomb. Athena had told him were to put it, and so that was all there was too it.

The Marshall looked around the ambulance. ├óÔé¼┼ôGod damn this guy has enough holes in him to put down three people├óÔé¼┬Ø one of the paramedics said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe should be dead├óÔé¼┬Ø. The driver looked over her shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you sure he's not a Engineered?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø her partner said, reading a genetic scanner over The Marshall's arm ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's normal├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell then?├óÔé¼┬Ø the driver prompted. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think he might be augmented...but i can't see how they could pack enough cybernetics in him to keep him alive├óÔé¼┬Ø The paramedic sighed.

The Marshall tried to open his mouth, only manging to get it to slough open. Blood bubbled out of his throat as he tried to force air through his battered lungs. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho man!├óÔé¼┬Ø The paramedic said, placing her hands on the Marshall's chest ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't try to do anything├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSedate him!├óÔé¼┬Ø The driver said, gunning the air ship faster. ├óÔé¼┼ôI already did!├óÔé¼┬Ø The paramedic snapped back. The ambulance arrived at one of the seven hospitals scattered around Leviathan. The hospital itself was a gigantic white spire, stretching from the bottom of Leviathan to the top of Leviathan.

The ambulance sat down and The Marshall's gurney lowered down into the hospital. The gurney itself was guided by automatized rails to a surgery prep room. The gurney hurtled down the rails, changing speed and direction several times. Then he slid into a white room, with a single window in the wall. The Marshall looked at the window and noticed a door next to the window. So he looked at the door expectantly.

The door opened after a few moments and a doctor entered the room, wearing a mask and gloves like every doctor. The doctor's gloves were spindly things, with long wires connecting to small beads on his fingernails. The beads were tracked by the room's cameras, and thus allowed the doctor to operate his tools. The tools descended from the celling and the doctor set to work, first injecting sedative.

After a few moments the doctor lowered his hands, grabbing his data slate and looking at it. His eyes widened. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell!├óÔé¼┬Ø he muttered, bringing his hands back up and injecting more sedatives into The Marshall. The Marshall opened his mouth to talk, but only managed to force a large, bloody bubble out of his mouth. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said, turning around and running out of the room. He talked to another doctor, who was standing at the window. They argued quickly for a few moments.

The doctor walked back in. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe need to get those bullets out of you, but our sedative doesn't seem to work. So we need to know if you want us to go ahead with the operation or wait till we get a better sedative? Blink once for go a head and-├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall blinked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAll right├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis will hurt├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall looked at the tools that decided closer to his body, and he closed his eyes.

Amber looked in on the operation table. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou saying the sedatives did nothing?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe scanned his brain case. He's got so much hardware in their we can't even detect the biological parts of him├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said, frowning. ├óÔé¼┼ôWill he survive?├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes, but he will be in pain for quite a while├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd you said you were his...?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôFiance├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said, repeating the lie she had used at the front desk.

The doctor frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôCould you explain this├óÔé¼┬Ø he pulled up a X-ray. The skeleton looked completely bizarre. Parts of the body with no bones in them at all were completely white, the bones were too thick and looked like they were metal. Veins of faint metal soundings ran through the entire thing. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo....I can't├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to make a call├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôOfficer, Officer?├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted, floating over to the crime scene. The police officers looked up from their work and one of them shouted back ├óÔé¼┼ôCould we help you?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI know the shooter!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou do!├óÔé¼┬Ø The officer said, kicking off to Liz's location. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho is he?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are getting two reports. One that he is a tourist named Peter T. Weller and the other is that he's the victim, currently located in the central hospital├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôIts a case of identity theft├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said, keeping it simple. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats what I thought├óÔé¼┬Ø The officer said ├óÔé¼┼ôWho is the thief?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø. The officer frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø. Liz, looking over her shoulder saw a flash of white. The Marshall had been wearing white. ├óÔé¼┼ôOne second!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted, jamming her thumb down on the jet packs acceleration button. She rammed past the officer, the jet packs compressed air slamming into the officer, sending her tumbling away.

Liz shot towards the white wearing figure, unholstering her pistols. The man, hearing the sound of her approach, turned half way around. Peter let go of the briefcase and pulled out his pistol, aiming it at Liz in one smooth motion. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo you don't!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz shouted, turning her self around and zipping aside with the jet pack. Peter fired, tracing Liz's path with bullets. Liz fired back, both of her pistols roaring in the thin atmosphere. The recoil from the guns made her shoot backwards, fortunately as Peter's bullets went through the air she was occupying a moment later.

A burst of red expanded from Peter's right shoulder, and a spark of metal hitting metal from the area right next to him. Peter fired back. Liz dodged again, this time the bullets almost striking her. She returned fire, pulling her triggers until her guns clicked. Bullets thumped into Peter, but he shrugged them off somehow. ├óÔé¼┼ôdamn it!├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz muttered, slapping new clips into her pistols ├óÔé¼┼ôDie already!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Peter holstered his pistol and stared to walk again, oblivions of his wounds.

Liz aimed, this time training her guns on his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn it lady!├óÔé¼┬Ø the police officer shouted, ramming into her back. Liz's pistols flew into the open air and she tumbled. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats enough of this!├óÔé¼┬Øthe police officer grabbed her wrists and slapped a cuff on them. The cuffs slipped into her nerves and neutralized them. Liz went limp. ├óÔé¼┼ôHaul her to the prison, and go after that man├óÔé¼┬Ø The officer said, gesturing to her partners.

The four police officers touched down in front of Peter, engaging their magnetic boots. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop right their!├óÔé¼┬Ø the officer shouted, holding her hand up. Peter stopped, looking at the officers. Blood dribbled outwards from his many wounds. Liquids soak oddly in zero gravity, dribbling outwards through the cloth like veins. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoly shit!├óÔé¼┬Ø the officer stopped short, looking at the wounds. She counted them. Over fourteen.

Peter took out his pistol and calmly shot her in the head. Brains exploded out of the back of her head. Her three subordinates pulled out their pistols, aiming. Peter swept his gun back and forth, discharging his entire clip into them. The four corpses floated, still stuck to the ground by their mag boots. Peter resumed his walk, reloading his pistol and holstering it.

The cuffs came off when Liz was in a cell. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn it!├óÔé¼┬Ø She shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôHe'll kill of them!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The two officers assigned to take her to the jail walked out of the room, shaking their heads. ├óÔé¼┼ôFUCK!├óÔé¼┬Ø She shouted, smashing her hands against the cell bars. They responded by shocking her. Liz fell down, gritting her teeth. ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø She shouted again, slowly getting up.

The officers ran past the door again, holding rifles. ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me gauss├óÔé¼┬Ø Liz said. They stopped, looking at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe rest of your squad is dead, right?├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou're not fully recovered yet!├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said, gently pressing The Marshall back into the bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we are all going to die if i don't get to a phone├óÔé¼┬Ø he responded, shoving back. The doctor, not expecting the Marshall to live, let alone walk, fell back slightly. The Marshall walked through the door, into the antechamber and out into the main hospital.

├óÔé¼┼ôA what?├óÔé¼┬Ø The man asked ├óÔé¼┼ôA cybernetic life form├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said ├óÔé¼┼ôWho is working for a secret arm of the Federal government├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø The head of the police officer said, rolling his eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôLook at this!├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber held up the X-ray ├óÔé¼┼ôThe amount of implants is beyond government facilities├óÔé¼┬Ø. The head of the police looked at the X-ray and frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôThat is true├óÔé¼┬Ø he murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôHow about I send to warrant officers with riot guns to hold this...cyborg. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats not enough├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut it will do for now├óÔé¼┬Ø. She hung up and turned around.

The Marshall opened the door to the phone booth, glad to see who ever was using it was finally done. Amber pulled out her gun and shot him in the stomach. The Marshall staggered backwards, his hand clutching his new wound. Amber kicked his head and shot him again. ├óÔé¼┼ôWould you please stop shooting me├óÔé¼┬Ø He muttered, feeling the wounds. His system had been through so much he almost blacked out.

├óÔé¼┼ôNo!├óÔé¼┬Ø Amber snapped, but she kept her gun trained on him.

├óÔé¼┼ôRun a scan of her through the records├óÔé¼┬Ø The head of police said to his aid. His aid typed commands into his computer system and it almost immideatly came up with a answer. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir, it Is Amberly Washburn. Near one hundred percent match, with just a few new wrinkles├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWrinkles?├óÔé¼┬Ø The head of police asked, looking at his aid. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats what the computer said├óÔé¼┬Ø the aid said.

├óÔé¼┼ôWell send another two men with riot guns for her├óÔé¼┬Ø the head of the police said. His phone ringed again, and he turned it on. A doctor, looking haggered and worn, was shouting over his shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôGet him some more blood!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø The head of the police asked, rubbing his temples.

Amber ended up in the cell right next to Liz's.

Kixxe · Post by **Kixxe** » 10 Apr 2006, 12:23

No way. Don't make Peter the evil, brainwashed one.

And don't you dare to make him "realise his mistakes and sacrefice himself for the greater good of the group" in the in the final episodes.

Otherwise good chapter. A litthe confusing, and it's weird to see Peter suddenly be so cold and hearthless.

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