What the hell just happened? How did Liz fall in love with the marshall? What happend to Peter during this time? Wheres amber? What the fuck is going on?
Why don't you start a new story about Ninja robot monkeys in space, It would make more sense then the last two chapters...
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The Marshall was shunted away from the main colony when he left his chambers. ├óÔé¼┼ôSee, the people here are a little more...rustic then your standards├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, walking in front of the Marshall. The hall way itself looked like an area that had been deserted for years. Pipelines shunted waste into the recycling station. The wind was audible, even five feet under the ground, and the two men's foot steps echoed loudly down the entire length of the hallway.
├óÔé¼┼ôRustic?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked ├óÔé¼┼ôAs in?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell your face will pretty much shoot your chances of convincing anyone to follow you all to hell├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôMost people would think your something mutated or grotesque├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôWell I could do something about that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis rout leads to a small hanger bay with a hummer in it. From there we can get you to your ship and you can put on a new face├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus grinned.
They finished walking down the hall, the air getting colder and colder as they reached the edge. The end of the hall way was compacted ice, and the Marshall's eyes flickered over it, noticing that it had been mirrored. If someone was looking inwards at the opening, the mirrored wall would look like normal ice. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe should put some turrets here├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall commented ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd keep some supplies if we need to retreat out this way├óÔé¼┬Ø. Marcus grunted, kicking at the snow outside of the open hole in the wall. His foot clunked against something solid, and the priest leaned down and found something in the snow.
The hummer activated, its engin thrumming into life. Marcus found the heater and the snow began to sink and bubble away. ├óÔé¼┼ôNeat trick├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshal said as the hummer crawled out of the hole of melted snow around it, its sides glowing red, laced with electronic wires. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt works under snow, water and five feet of sand├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut those wire's will make it easy to detect with our equipment. I wish we could out fit them with stealth field's├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhy can't you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked, not sure what a stealth field did. He jumped down into the seat of the hummer, the wet material sqeeking as he slid over it. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt would kill everyone on this planet better then our enemy├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, jumping down too. The hummer roared away, its wheels kicking snow up and behind them. It was very dramatic, if impractical in combat.
They covered the distance to the Banshee II in the same time it took Killigan on a hummer. Roughly an hour. Along the way the Marshall looked out on the white terrain that was flying by. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy here?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked, shouting over the engine. ├óÔé¼┼ôEh?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy did you settle here?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôLook up├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, grinning.
Up was a good place to look. From orbit the planet looked like a broiling purple cloud, its atmosphere covered with a massive cloud of unknown material. Under the cloud the planet looked normal. Light came through the cloud, as did the Banshee II, but it hovered ominously over the entire planet. The sky was purple and boiling, like a pot of stew. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe call it the Shroud. When we first went through it...things disappeared. Little things, like weapons, some food supplies. Flashlights, batterers things like that. In one of our shuttles an entire computer system was gone├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôMonths later the stuff showed up, plopped down at the front of our base├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe think that it...what ever IT is was trying to learn about us├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo why did you laser messages get through? And why didn't you tell us about this...Shroud?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. Not that the colony on Darkside sent very many messages. The splinter group was not very interested in talking with humanity, and humanity was not interested in talking with them. But none of the messages mentioned the Shroud.
├óÔé¼┼ôWe sent three messages before we found out├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe messages were tampered with when they went through the Shroud. Our history altered, how we were doing altered. All of it├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall was silent for a bit ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do think its there for?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked finally. ├óÔé¼┼ôDefense├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat's my best guess├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow did you come to that conclusion?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell this planet's orbit is unusual...you noticed that much, right?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked. The Marshall nodded.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell every thousand years this planet is handed off from Proxima Centuri to Beta Centuri. What happens? A sudden heat rise. With a sudden heat rise the ice melts and the sleeping ecology wakes up. Mabey a incredibly advanced race build the Shroud for when the ecology was down under, so someone didn't disturb it├óÔé¼┬Ø Marco said, pulling the hummer up to the sleek side of the Banshee II
The Marshall ushered Marcus into the ship. It was larger then the old banshee, but based around the same spherical design The biggest improvement was the medical bay. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis will be messy├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôMy...unique physiology makes painkillers and other mind altering drugs useless├óÔé¼┬Ø. Marcus balanced at the idea of major surgery without painkillers. The Marshall stepped into the room and the door closed. Marcus sat down in a nearby bubble chair, marveled at its comfort and slowly looked around the gleaming high tech area he was in.
A half hour later Marcus woke up. He had barely felt himself slip into sleep, as the chair had been so damn comfortable and he was tired from spending the entire night interviewing both of the alie- humans from SOL. The door to the operation chamber opened, allowing Marcus a view of automatic surgery tools returning to their slots, slick with blood. The Marshall stepped out of the room, his arm resting against the door frame.
The light played over the same eye's, same nose, same upper face. But the Marshall's mouth was set in what seemed to be a permanent grimace, but that might have been due to the pain. His entire face seemed more alive and human. Which might have been the entire point of his old face. ├óÔé¼┼ôI feel like hell├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, his lips ever so slightly behind his perfectly accented voice. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow do you talk, anyway?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked.
The Marshall flicked his Adams apple. ├óÔé¼┼ôSmall implant right here, so i can talk under very and all circumstance's├óÔé¼┬Ø He said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo, how about we start your story├óÔé¼┬Ø he patted the bubble chair ├óÔé¼┼ôright now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall nodded, his grimace slowly fading as he began to tell his story...
Marshall:
The boy sat at the table, his feet barely touching the ground on even the moderately sized chair. He starred at the milk that was spilled on the glass table, tracing a pattern with his finger. ├óÔé¼┼ôJason?├óÔé¼┬Ø his mother says from the door way into the room. His shoulders slump ever so slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah mom?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asks. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have someone to meet you today. His name is Dr. Wade├óÔé¼┬Ø His mother said, walking over to the table. She spotted the milk spill ├óÔé¼┼ôOh no, what happened?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked.
├óÔé¼┼ôThe glass fell over├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said. ├óÔé¼┼ôShould I come back later?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man in the doorway asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, its alright├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason's mother said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll just clean this up├óÔé¼┬Ø. She stands up and walks past the man, grinning slightly at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, walking into the room ├óÔé¼┼ôYour mother and father have told me a lot about you├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jason shrugged. His mother walks into the room, holding a wash rag ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll just clean this up├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. The table's glass was easy to clean and easier to disinfect. The milk stain was gone in a flash. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo, Dr. Wade wanted to talk to you about something├óÔé¼┬Ø his mother said. Jason shrugged. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, leaning down to look Jason in the face ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a proposition for you├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jason tilted his head slightly, looking at the older man. Wade wore spectacles, had a bush mustache and his eye's were flashing green. A slight scar ran down his forehead, between his eyes and ended right above his nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow would you like to be faster, stronger, smarter...better?├óÔé¼┬Ø Wade asked. Jason shrugged. Dr. Wade frowned slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't you want to be better?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. Jason shrugged again. Dr. Wade stood up and turned to Jason's mother ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't think he's interested├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell lets do some discussion before my husband shows up├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason's mother said.
Jason looked back at the table as the door closed behind Dr. Wade and his mother walked out. The door started to drift close, but a slight of fate kept it from closing all the way. Jason heard a giggle from the other room. He stood up and walked over to the door and looked into the room. Jason's mom was kissing Dr. Wade, his hands rustling her skirt up as they both reclined against the ------- sink. Jason's mother giggled again as Dr. Wade's hands moved up, under her shirt.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason spun around and the door closed under his wight. He heard his mother gasp slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's this?├óÔé¼┬Ø His father said, grinning. Jason liked his father, and the stubble that seemed to perpetually covered his face, no matter how many time's he shaved it in the morning. The door suddenly opened, Jason's mother forcing a grin on her face ├óÔé¼┼ôHi dear├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Jason looked up at her and at Dr. Wade behind her.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh good, we're all here!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason's father said, his grin splitting into a smile. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, as if what had happened between him and Jason's mother had never happened, ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get to business├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôRustic?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked ├óÔé¼┼ôAs in?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell your face will pretty much shoot your chances of convincing anyone to follow you all to hell├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôMost people would think your something mutated or grotesque├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôWell I could do something about that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis rout leads to a small hanger bay with a hummer in it. From there we can get you to your ship and you can put on a new face├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus grinned.
They finished walking down the hall, the air getting colder and colder as they reached the edge. The end of the hall way was compacted ice, and the Marshall's eyes flickered over it, noticing that it had been mirrored. If someone was looking inwards at the opening, the mirrored wall would look like normal ice. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe should put some turrets here├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall commented ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd keep some supplies if we need to retreat out this way├óÔé¼┬Ø. Marcus grunted, kicking at the snow outside of the open hole in the wall. His foot clunked against something solid, and the priest leaned down and found something in the snow.
The hummer activated, its engin thrumming into life. Marcus found the heater and the snow began to sink and bubble away. ├óÔé¼┼ôNeat trick├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshal said as the hummer crawled out of the hole of melted snow around it, its sides glowing red, laced with electronic wires. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt works under snow, water and five feet of sand├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut those wire's will make it easy to detect with our equipment. I wish we could out fit them with stealth field's├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhy can't you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked, not sure what a stealth field did. He jumped down into the seat of the hummer, the wet material sqeeking as he slid over it. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt would kill everyone on this planet better then our enemy├óÔé¼┬Ø the Marshall said, jumping down too. The hummer roared away, its wheels kicking snow up and behind them. It was very dramatic, if impractical in combat.
They covered the distance to the Banshee II in the same time it took Killigan on a hummer. Roughly an hour. Along the way the Marshall looked out on the white terrain that was flying by. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy here?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked, shouting over the engine. ├óÔé¼┼ôEh?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy did you settle here?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôLook up├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said, grinning.
Up was a good place to look. From orbit the planet looked like a broiling purple cloud, its atmosphere covered with a massive cloud of unknown material. Under the cloud the planet looked normal. Light came through the cloud, as did the Banshee II, but it hovered ominously over the entire planet. The sky was purple and boiling, like a pot of stew. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe call it the Shroud. When we first went through it...things disappeared. Little things, like weapons, some food supplies. Flashlights, batterers things like that. In one of our shuttles an entire computer system was gone├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôMonths later the stuff showed up, plopped down at the front of our base├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe think that it...what ever IT is was trying to learn about us├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo why did you laser messages get through? And why didn't you tell us about this...Shroud?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. Not that the colony on Darkside sent very many messages. The splinter group was not very interested in talking with humanity, and humanity was not interested in talking with them. But none of the messages mentioned the Shroud.
├óÔé¼┼ôWe sent three messages before we found out├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe messages were tampered with when they went through the Shroud. Our history altered, how we were doing altered. All of it├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall was silent for a bit ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do think its there for?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked finally. ├óÔé¼┼ôDefense├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat's my best guess├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow did you come to that conclusion?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell this planet's orbit is unusual...you noticed that much, right?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked. The Marshall nodded.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell every thousand years this planet is handed off from Proxima Centuri to Beta Centuri. What happens? A sudden heat rise. With a sudden heat rise the ice melts and the sleeping ecology wakes up. Mabey a incredibly advanced race build the Shroud for when the ecology was down under, so someone didn't disturb it├óÔé¼┬Ø Marco said, pulling the hummer up to the sleek side of the Banshee II
The Marshall ushered Marcus into the ship. It was larger then the old banshee, but based around the same spherical design The biggest improvement was the medical bay. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis will be messy├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said ├óÔé¼┼ôMy...unique physiology makes painkillers and other mind altering drugs useless├óÔé¼┬Ø. Marcus balanced at the idea of major surgery without painkillers. The Marshall stepped into the room and the door closed. Marcus sat down in a nearby bubble chair, marveled at its comfort and slowly looked around the gleaming high tech area he was in.
A half hour later Marcus woke up. He had barely felt himself slip into sleep, as the chair had been so damn comfortable and he was tired from spending the entire night interviewing both of the alie- humans from SOL. The door to the operation chamber opened, allowing Marcus a view of automatic surgery tools returning to their slots, slick with blood. The Marshall stepped out of the room, his arm resting against the door frame.
The light played over the same eye's, same nose, same upper face. But the Marshall's mouth was set in what seemed to be a permanent grimace, but that might have been due to the pain. His entire face seemed more alive and human. Which might have been the entire point of his old face. ├óÔé¼┼ôI feel like hell├óÔé¼┬Ø The Marshall said, his lips ever so slightly behind his perfectly accented voice. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow do you talk, anyway?├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus asked.
The Marshall flicked his Adams apple. ├óÔé¼┼ôSmall implant right here, so i can talk under very and all circumstance's├óÔé¼┬Ø He said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Marcus said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo, how about we start your story├óÔé¼┬Ø he patted the bubble chair ├óÔé¼┼ôright now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Marshall nodded, his grimace slowly fading as he began to tell his story...
Marshall:
The boy sat at the table, his feet barely touching the ground on even the moderately sized chair. He starred at the milk that was spilled on the glass table, tracing a pattern with his finger. ├óÔé¼┼ôJason?├óÔé¼┬Ø his mother says from the door way into the room. His shoulders slump ever so slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah mom?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asks. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have someone to meet you today. His name is Dr. Wade├óÔé¼┬Ø His mother said, walking over to the table. She spotted the milk spill ├óÔé¼┼ôOh no, what happened?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked.
├óÔé¼┼ôThe glass fell over├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said. ├óÔé¼┼ôShould I come back later?├óÔé¼┬Ø the man in the doorway asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, its alright├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason's mother said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll just clean this up├óÔé¼┬Ø. She stands up and walks past the man, grinning slightly at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, walking into the room ├óÔé¼┼ôYour mother and father have told me a lot about you├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jason shrugged. His mother walks into the room, holding a wash rag ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll just clean this up├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. The table's glass was easy to clean and easier to disinfect. The milk stain was gone in a flash. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo, Dr. Wade wanted to talk to you about something├óÔé¼┬Ø his mother said. Jason shrugged. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, leaning down to look Jason in the face ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a proposition for you├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jason tilted his head slightly, looking at the older man. Wade wore spectacles, had a bush mustache and his eye's were flashing green. A slight scar ran down his forehead, between his eyes and ended right above his nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow would you like to be faster, stronger, smarter...better?├óÔé¼┬Ø Wade asked. Jason shrugged. Dr. Wade frowned slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't you want to be better?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. Jason shrugged again. Dr. Wade stood up and turned to Jason's mother ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't think he's interested├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell lets do some discussion before my husband shows up├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason's mother said.
Jason looked back at the table as the door closed behind Dr. Wade and his mother walked out. The door started to drift close, but a slight of fate kept it from closing all the way. Jason heard a giggle from the other room. He stood up and walked over to the door and looked into the room. Jason's mom was kissing Dr. Wade, his hands rustling her skirt up as they both reclined against the ------- sink. Jason's mother giggled again as Dr. Wade's hands moved up, under her shirt.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason spun around and the door closed under his wight. He heard his mother gasp slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's this?├óÔé¼┬Ø His father said, grinning. Jason liked his father, and the stubble that seemed to perpetually covered his face, no matter how many time's he shaved it in the morning. The door suddenly opened, Jason's mother forcing a grin on her face ├óÔé¼┼ôHi dear├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Jason looked up at her and at Dr. Wade behind her.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh good, we're all here!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason's father said, his grin splitting into a smile. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, as if what had happened between him and Jason's mother had never happened, ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get to business├óÔé¼┬Ø
So i was talking with a friend of mine and what he thought of my story's, and my friend said (Somewhat apologetically) "Well they all seem to be similar" he said that the stories all seemed the same to them. I was thinking about what i had written and realized that I had no idea whether or not i could say that h'm repetitive...well because i WROTE the damn things. So I'm just curious...is my friend right and i am repetitive. And don't just be polite and say no.
I blame you Maelstrom , Kixxe , Archangel of Death , maverick256, and all the rest! OBLIVION CAN TAKE YOU!
By the nine divines, i can't seem to stop thinking about that game. The Ureial Septim is dead, and his son's have been killed. Now i just need to close the jaw's of oblivion and fight my way to the top of the areana. Oh right...the story
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His only friend was the daughter of Dr. Wade, Ally. Ally was slightly shorter then Jason, but talked three time's more. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour weird├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally said as the both of them walked down the hallways of the ERS. That is a rounded edge white tube, with smart fabric that softened when you're about to fall on it, absorbed sounds and was a near perfect insulation against the freeze outside.
Jason shrugged. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell I'm not going to be a scardycat├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going for it├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason asked, cross. The adults had been talking about IT and Ally had been talking about IT. And Jason was wondering what the heck IT was. He was also coming of the increasing opinion that Ally didn't know what it was either. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor...the IT!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat if its not as great as its made out to be?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason pointed out, leaning against the wall. It deformed to his back to support his weight.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell the only way to know is to try it├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally pointed out. Jason found that he couldn't find a response to that. So he stopped talking. ├óÔé¼┼ôHa!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally pounced on his silence. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo when dose it start?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason asked, dodging around the subject. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy dad said that it starts in two days├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally jumped off the wall ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't wait!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jason got up a bit slower and the two of them set off down the hall again.
A week later, and Jason was getting very very worried. He expected Ally to not show up to class for at least two days while she was undergoing whatever IT was. But four days was an eternity. It was forever. Ally had disappeared. The other kids didn't talk about her. Dr. Wade didn't talk about her, whenever Jason saw him. His father dodged the subject, and his mother simply looked into the wall. Jason was scared. Something had happened to Ally, and he'd have to find out what.
So he concocted his plan to sneak into the rooms that Ally had said IT was going to be. It was harder then he expected. First there was opening the door. Jason found the door flashed red when he palmed it, and didn't budge. Then he tried to wait near the door till an Adult would open it for him. That didn't work, as his father found him and sent him to his room. The next day, after trying to explain his worry to his mother, Jason was still in his room.
He was grounded. ├óÔé¼┼ôComputer├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said to his wall terminal. It bleeped agreeably. ├óÔé¼┼ôLocate: Wade, Allison├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, making sure to say his words slow, and enunciate clearly. Sometimes he would ask the to, say find the local food cart and it would say ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are not old enough to search for local brothels├óÔé¼┬Ø. Whatever a brothel was. This time the computer bleeped, the words Wade, Allison appearing on the screen.
A few seconds later a sexless voice spoke from the room's P.A system. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo Wade, Allison found on station. No Wade, Allison found in records├óÔé¼┬Ø. The next day, as it was Monday again, Jason went to class. His teacher didn't remember Allison. His classmates didn't talk about her, and when he pressed the subject they shot dirty looks at him and one asked ├óÔé¼┼ôDidn't your parents tell you?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason soon realized that talk would get him no where.
A week passed, and he still remembered Allison. Then a month. Then a year. Then three. Allison was replaced by early crushes, new acquaintances but never a new friend. Jason's thirteenth birthday came and went, and he had nearly completely forgotten about Allison. His parents never talked about her. Also a new, more intense secret burned in Jason's mind.
Dr. Wade often visited his mother. They would spend hours 'discussing' their work while his father was away. Jason knew, on an abstract level, that he should tell his father. But something stayed his voice every time he was alone with his father. For months afterwards he wondered....why didn't he tell him?
├óÔé¼┼ôYou all right Jason?├óÔé¼┬Ø His father's voice crackled over the intercom. Jason, still a young man, fit into a small adult sized space suit. He was taller then most of his class, and now his father decided now was a better time then latter to teach him about using a space suit. They where on the surface of Europa, the cold only a few inch's away form his face, kept there by a small piece of plastic. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, breathing heavily. The suit's aid motors were off, because one overpowered jump would send the wearer to a slow trip round the solar system. So Jason had to push around what felt like an extra skin.
They were practicing on a glacier outside of the base. Even though it was called the ├óÔé¼┼ôbunny slope├óÔé¼┬Ø by the base personal, one misstep could kill you. But a single rover was parked fifty feet away, with two medical personal in it. In case of an accident, you were advised to crack your suit and freeze yourself as fast as possible, so the medical units could thaw you later. It produced many unhealthy side effects, but many people decided that it had to be done.
Jason and his father were half way through their maneuvers when the warning went through the radio. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is mission control. Meteorite storm will hit the bunny slope in five minutest of there!├óÔé¼┬Ø the radio barked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOy!├óÔé¼┬Ø Father said ├óÔé¼┼ôPick up Jason!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe only have room for three people on this thing!├óÔé¼┬Ø Was the reply. Jason wondered why they would send a three man rover in a four man operation. ├óÔé¼┼ôLeave me, I'll run for cover├óÔé¼┬Ø His father said.
├óÔé¼┼ôno wait├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason cut in. ├óÔé¼┼ôShut up├óÔé¼┬Ø His father said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd go with them├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason heard a click, and realized his voice communications had been turned off. The rover roared over to his position, and two full grown men grabbed him and strapped him in with the ease of practice that comes with years of experiences. ├óÔé¼┼ôDAD!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted, his voice tinny and reverberating in his helmet. The rover roared away as his father ran at full tilt, his suits motors at full power. Then the meteor shower started.
The first few rocks from space screamed into the ice mile's away, blasting apart the ice in a huge wave of rock, ice and dust. There was no fire, but liquid water was splashed over the surface as the molten slug of metal melted it. Of course it froze after a few second. Then next few rocks peppered the surrounding area, still miles away from Jason's father. He began to hope he would make it when the next few rocks streaked through Europa's thin atmosphere. Three smashed into the area at least three hundred feet around his father.
A sudden haze of rocks and dust filled the air around his father. Jason craned his head, heart thundering in his heart. Then a arm drifted out of the cloud. Jason waited for the rest of his father. But the arm continued to fall out, crystallized blood trailing behind it. Then a splatter of gore was revealed. A massive chunk of rock and crushed his father, cutting his arm off and splattering his guts over the ground.
Jason got out of his suit, got into his clothes and walked into the base, still feeling like nothing more profound had happened then a simple training exercise. He walked to his and his parents rooms. He opened the door and immediately strode to his mother's room. ├óÔé¼┼ôMom├óÔé¼┬Ø He said, his voice cracking both with a sudden rise of emotion and puberty. He got to his mother's room and opened the door.
His mother was spread, naked in bed, with Dr. Wade next to her. Jason, Dr Wade and his mother stood stalk still. Dr. Wade gasped. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy father is dead├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said dully. He left before his mother could respond.
The funeral was quick, close coffined. Dr. Wade, fortunately, didn't show up or else Jason would of killed him. He never thought he would ever be so angry. He had been mad when every one had forgotten Allison (And with a pang of guilt he realized he hadn't thought of her for years). But now he was furious. His mother had been at the funeral. ├óÔé¼┼ôJason├óÔé¼┬Ø She said.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou were sleeping with Dr. Wade...while my father was running for his life├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, not looking at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't know├óÔé¼┬Ø She said simply. Jason turned on her ├óÔé¼┼ôYou didn't know?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't care that you DIDN'T know! If you had known he was going to die, would you have thrown Dr. Wade out?├óÔé¼┬Ø. His mother was silent.
├óÔé¼┼ôDidn't think so├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said. He turned around and left. The next few years he lived in the Hotel, the center for children who had no parents. No one asked why he didn't live with his mother. When he graduated from the school, at the age of twenty one, his mother was found dead in her room by Dr. Wade. She had slit her wrists.
Jason was now faced with a choice. The death of his mother was an afterthought. He hadn't seen her in years. He didn't even remember what she looked like. He was trying to decide what to do when Dr. Wade dropped by his room in the Hotel. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet out├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, looking at the older man. Dr. Wade was no longer the strong, leading head of a science task force. His mustache drooped and was streaked with gray. His eye's had lined around them and he looked even older. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI know you'll never forgive me├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôThats right├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said ├óÔé¼┼ôglad we could get that out of the way. Get out├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me finish, god damn it├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, standing slightly straighter. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will never forgive me, not for sleeping with your mother. Earlier then that. Taking Ally away from you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason backed slowly away from the old man. ├óÔé¼┼ôDo you want to know what happened to her?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, memory's flooding into his mind. ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething glorious. Something that's going to happen to you too├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said ├óÔé¼┼ôAlly disappeared├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd so will you, Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. Suddenly Jason felt a needle press into his neck. He blinked.
His eyes opened and he was strapped down. He couldn't move his head, arms or legs. He tired to talk, but his mouth was also wired shut. Then he realized in one horrifying moment that his mouth was gone.
By the nine divines, i can't seem to stop thinking about that game. The Ureial Septim is dead, and his son's have been killed. Now i just need to close the jaw's of oblivion and fight my way to the top of the areana. Oh right...the story
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His only friend was the daughter of Dr. Wade, Ally. Ally was slightly shorter then Jason, but talked three time's more. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour weird├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally said as the both of them walked down the hallways of the ERS. That is a rounded edge white tube, with smart fabric that softened when you're about to fall on it, absorbed sounds and was a near perfect insulation against the freeze outside.
Jason shrugged. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell I'm not going to be a scardycat├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going for it├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason asked, cross. The adults had been talking about IT and Ally had been talking about IT. And Jason was wondering what the heck IT was. He was also coming of the increasing opinion that Ally didn't know what it was either. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor...the IT!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat if its not as great as its made out to be?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason pointed out, leaning against the wall. It deformed to his back to support his weight.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell the only way to know is to try it├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally pointed out. Jason found that he couldn't find a response to that. So he stopped talking. ├óÔé¼┼ôHa!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally pounced on his silence. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo when dose it start?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason asked, dodging around the subject. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy dad said that it starts in two days├óÔé¼┬Ø Ally jumped off the wall ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't wait!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jason got up a bit slower and the two of them set off down the hall again.
A week later, and Jason was getting very very worried. He expected Ally to not show up to class for at least two days while she was undergoing whatever IT was. But four days was an eternity. It was forever. Ally had disappeared. The other kids didn't talk about her. Dr. Wade didn't talk about her, whenever Jason saw him. His father dodged the subject, and his mother simply looked into the wall. Jason was scared. Something had happened to Ally, and he'd have to find out what.
So he concocted his plan to sneak into the rooms that Ally had said IT was going to be. It was harder then he expected. First there was opening the door. Jason found the door flashed red when he palmed it, and didn't budge. Then he tried to wait near the door till an Adult would open it for him. That didn't work, as his father found him and sent him to his room. The next day, after trying to explain his worry to his mother, Jason was still in his room.
He was grounded. ├óÔé¼┼ôComputer├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said to his wall terminal. It bleeped agreeably. ├óÔé¼┼ôLocate: Wade, Allison├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, making sure to say his words slow, and enunciate clearly. Sometimes he would ask the to, say find the local food cart and it would say ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are not old enough to search for local brothels├óÔé¼┬Ø. Whatever a brothel was. This time the computer bleeped, the words Wade, Allison appearing on the screen.
A few seconds later a sexless voice spoke from the room's P.A system. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo Wade, Allison found on station. No Wade, Allison found in records├óÔé¼┬Ø. The next day, as it was Monday again, Jason went to class. His teacher didn't remember Allison. His classmates didn't talk about her, and when he pressed the subject they shot dirty looks at him and one asked ├óÔé¼┼ôDidn't your parents tell you?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason soon realized that talk would get him no where.
A week passed, and he still remembered Allison. Then a month. Then a year. Then three. Allison was replaced by early crushes, new acquaintances but never a new friend. Jason's thirteenth birthday came and went, and he had nearly completely forgotten about Allison. His parents never talked about her. Also a new, more intense secret burned in Jason's mind.
Dr. Wade often visited his mother. They would spend hours 'discussing' their work while his father was away. Jason knew, on an abstract level, that he should tell his father. But something stayed his voice every time he was alone with his father. For months afterwards he wondered....why didn't he tell him?
├óÔé¼┼ôYou all right Jason?├óÔé¼┬Ø His father's voice crackled over the intercom. Jason, still a young man, fit into a small adult sized space suit. He was taller then most of his class, and now his father decided now was a better time then latter to teach him about using a space suit. They where on the surface of Europa, the cold only a few inch's away form his face, kept there by a small piece of plastic. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, breathing heavily. The suit's aid motors were off, because one overpowered jump would send the wearer to a slow trip round the solar system. So Jason had to push around what felt like an extra skin.
They were practicing on a glacier outside of the base. Even though it was called the ├óÔé¼┼ôbunny slope├óÔé¼┬Ø by the base personal, one misstep could kill you. But a single rover was parked fifty feet away, with two medical personal in it. In case of an accident, you were advised to crack your suit and freeze yourself as fast as possible, so the medical units could thaw you later. It produced many unhealthy side effects, but many people decided that it had to be done.
Jason and his father were half way through their maneuvers when the warning went through the radio. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is mission control. Meteorite storm will hit the bunny slope in five minutest of there!├óÔé¼┬Ø the radio barked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOy!├óÔé¼┬Ø Father said ├óÔé¼┼ôPick up Jason!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe only have room for three people on this thing!├óÔé¼┬Ø Was the reply. Jason wondered why they would send a three man rover in a four man operation. ├óÔé¼┼ôLeave me, I'll run for cover├óÔé¼┬Ø His father said.
├óÔé¼┼ôno wait├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason cut in. ├óÔé¼┼ôShut up├óÔé¼┬Ø His father said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd go with them├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason heard a click, and realized his voice communications had been turned off. The rover roared over to his position, and two full grown men grabbed him and strapped him in with the ease of practice that comes with years of experiences. ├óÔé¼┼ôDAD!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted, his voice tinny and reverberating in his helmet. The rover roared away as his father ran at full tilt, his suits motors at full power. Then the meteor shower started.
The first few rocks from space screamed into the ice mile's away, blasting apart the ice in a huge wave of rock, ice and dust. There was no fire, but liquid water was splashed over the surface as the molten slug of metal melted it. Of course it froze after a few second. Then next few rocks peppered the surrounding area, still miles away from Jason's father. He began to hope he would make it when the next few rocks streaked through Europa's thin atmosphere. Three smashed into the area at least three hundred feet around his father.
A sudden haze of rocks and dust filled the air around his father. Jason craned his head, heart thundering in his heart. Then a arm drifted out of the cloud. Jason waited for the rest of his father. But the arm continued to fall out, crystallized blood trailing behind it. Then a splatter of gore was revealed. A massive chunk of rock and crushed his father, cutting his arm off and splattering his guts over the ground.
Jason got out of his suit, got into his clothes and walked into the base, still feeling like nothing more profound had happened then a simple training exercise. He walked to his and his parents rooms. He opened the door and immediately strode to his mother's room. ├óÔé¼┼ôMom├óÔé¼┬Ø He said, his voice cracking both with a sudden rise of emotion and puberty. He got to his mother's room and opened the door.
His mother was spread, naked in bed, with Dr. Wade next to her. Jason, Dr Wade and his mother stood stalk still. Dr. Wade gasped. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy father is dead├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said dully. He left before his mother could respond.
The funeral was quick, close coffined. Dr. Wade, fortunately, didn't show up or else Jason would of killed him. He never thought he would ever be so angry. He had been mad when every one had forgotten Allison (And with a pang of guilt he realized he hadn't thought of her for years). But now he was furious. His mother had been at the funeral. ├óÔé¼┼ôJason├óÔé¼┬Ø She said.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou were sleeping with Dr. Wade...while my father was running for his life├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, not looking at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't know├óÔé¼┬Ø She said simply. Jason turned on her ├óÔé¼┼ôYou didn't know?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't care that you DIDN'T know! If you had known he was going to die, would you have thrown Dr. Wade out?├óÔé¼┬Ø. His mother was silent.
├óÔé¼┼ôDidn't think so├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said. He turned around and left. The next few years he lived in the Hotel, the center for children who had no parents. No one asked why he didn't live with his mother. When he graduated from the school, at the age of twenty one, his mother was found dead in her room by Dr. Wade. She had slit her wrists.
Jason was now faced with a choice. The death of his mother was an afterthought. He hadn't seen her in years. He didn't even remember what she looked like. He was trying to decide what to do when Dr. Wade dropped by his room in the Hotel. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet out├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, looking at the older man. Dr. Wade was no longer the strong, leading head of a science task force. His mustache drooped and was streaked with gray. His eye's had lined around them and he looked even older. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI know you'll never forgive me├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôThats right├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said ├óÔé¼┼ôglad we could get that out of the way. Get out├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me finish, god damn it├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said, standing slightly straighter. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will never forgive me, not for sleeping with your mother. Earlier then that. Taking Ally away from you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jason backed slowly away from the old man. ├óÔé¼┼ôDo you want to know what happened to her?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said, memory's flooding into his mind. ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething glorious. Something that's going to happen to you too├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Jason said ├óÔé¼┼ôAlly disappeared├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd so will you, Jason├óÔé¼┬Ø Dr. Wade said. Suddenly Jason felt a needle press into his neck. He blinked.
His eyes opened and he was strapped down. He couldn't move his head, arms or legs. He tired to talk, but his mouth was also wired shut. Then he realized in one horrifying moment that his mouth was gone.
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