Re: The Landing « Reply #12 on Sept 3, 2007, 10:27pm »
He shook his head to get rid of the second sight he had, but it wouldn't go away. he kept seeing the shapes, and then a single one moving... He dared not speak.
whether it leads out or not isn't the question. I'd be more worried about how many are coming in. Don't speak. None of you. Someone is close enough to hear us.
He stopped, and suddenly wished he could become invisible, thinking that if the nanites can rise to the surface of their skin, they should be able to do some sort of optic camoflage. his vision blurred again and focused on a part of the craft... it looked... different. Suddenly he knew, and before he could control it, he had spoken through the Biogene link.
SEED... He's here. in the craft. whoever's coming can't get near him. They can't take him.
he searched the ground for a weapon such as Keir had, and settled on a handful of rocks, anyone who knows his specialty would know that he would be best with a projectile of some sort, even if it was just throwing rocks, the rocks were still coming from his aim, and his arm. The nanites shifted to his right arm and began their work, boosting and tightening his muscles. he may as well be firing them from a launcher now.
Everyone. Get armed, get around the craft. protect it, and make sure they don't take SEED.
Re: The Landing « Reply #13 on Sept 4, 2007, 12:24am »
“I have no fucking clue what the fuck happened. Though we need to find a way out before they find a way in... There’s got to be something down here that’s useful. Maybe some clothes, and weapons. Maybe enough things for me to give them.. an excellent welcome surprise.”
Kay smiled to herself as she started to move back from the rubble. A thick thud vibrated in her chest as her heart started to palpitate. She shook her head, a hand came up to rest against the bare skin between her small breasts.
Ruthlessly, she kicked her biological programs into over drive, adrenaline flooding her system. She’d been through more upgrades and genetic modification than any of the other biogenes, even Xer, though his upgrades were far superior to the last ones she’d endured. One of the original 12 created to combat the Alpha’s, she felt herself to be naturally stronger, harder, quicker, and simple more endurance than the rest to withstand the unpleasantry of a body not willing to work the way she needed it to.
Kay froze against the wall at the loud squealing of tortured metal. "whether it leads out or not isn't the question. I'd be more worried about how many are coming in. Don't speak. None of you. Someone is close enough to hear us."
No shit, you fucking Einstein, I can see the bastard Slowly, she crouched down on watery legs as she watched who ever it was come through the rubble. A twisted slab of metal landed with a deafening crash and reverberating echo through the nearly empty subway tunnel. Kay’s green eyes narrowed as she moved away from the wall, shying away mentally from a foreign sensation of…something trying to grab her.
"Everyone. Get armed, get around the craft. protect it, and make sure they don't take SEED." Kay paused, her entire attention focused on the glowing hands of what ever the thing was. Human, it appeared, but obviously not genetically. A brief thought, question, permeated her mind Charlie?…Don’t matter, I can take this dumb fucker, find Seed. And some one find us some fucking weapons!…
A short by play of the other biogenes thoughts whispered across her mind, but she paid it little heed. She moved when he, Yes, male. That makes it real easy, started to turn towards her. Kay entirely maxed out her adrenaline, endorphins, hormones, and nanites capabilities to cross the distance, her arm swung out to rip a piece of rebar out of concrete, spinning to send crumbling concrete and dust into the air around her.
Yet, even maxed out, she knew she wasn’t nearly as fast as she once was. That made her angry, as she made demands of a body that could meet them. The rebar bar whistled in the air as she finished her turn, its jagged end coming round to where it would smack him flat in the stomach, just below the solar plexus.
Re: The Landing « Reply #14 on Sept 17, 2007, 8:37pm »
Hordes, there were hordes flowing. Like sheep to the slaughter. Maria’s eyes flicked around for a weapon, though for her piping wasn’t an option. She wasn’t the kind of woman who enjoyed close combat, nor was she really specified too much for it. She liked bombs, explosives, guns - things that killed at a distance. Too close and they ran the risk of severely injuring her. So instead she turned, half ignoring Xer as he spoke of SEED. Though it was SEED’s advanced nanites running through her system now that kept her feeling alive, she still considered the AI nothing to her beloved Zeus that had been updated from Darkling’s AI. She wondered not for the first time now; how much time had transpired between when she was put back together and today. Would Akia be alive? Her heart stopped in her chest. Would she be in this world now? How old?
Her temper was frayed as she violently searched for the items needed to build a useable explosive, but found nothing. Things missing, or too dangerous an area to blow up. She could bring down the roofing and crush them – and even though it would be good to cover the amount she could feel like a large pulse throbbing at her temples – she worried at their survival chances. Her hands clenched into fists, and Maria, not a particular one to be fond of being out brained or outnumbered, felt the edges of that precarious temper rising to the killing edge. She wasn’t going to go down as easy this time, not with the renewed strength running through her. So instead, she did what she did best. She turned inwards, felt for her own natural weapons as she moved around, away from the vessel, and started moving forward.
Her body shimmered as she shifted her body, closed her eyes and imagined herself moving amongst the rubble. She was a ghost amongst them, all the pale, naked white against the flickering flames. Though of course, her chest had smeared blood across it, and her skin was half covered in the dust and debris of the world. She was as bare as the day she was created, though she didn’t care. Nudity was naught to her, a sexless Barbie doll when her temper was honed as this. She was not useless, weak, easily scared into a corner. The rubble crunched beneath her feet, and even as the bare soles easily weakened over the time she spent in cryogen was healing from the nanites as blood flowed across the stones and rubble. When it became impossible to climb with feet, her hands would scour across the stones and she moved upwards, uncaring that Kay was going to start fighting with the man.
She could smell the faint debris that had burned out fast, and the fire sent her higher as she absorbed the energy from it. She felt her body chemicals shift, change as she fell into the pile and moved through it, like a snake through feeling, she moved beyond the entering Avati man, thinking Kae could easily take out one man. No, her mind was elsewhere – her mind was feeling the wonderful edges of that insanity that too much time can cause to an unused mind. The temper honed, sharpened as it found the fuel to feed it. Her body appeared atop the rabble, knowing that her teammates wouldn’t be too far behind, and the energy boiled up within her. Her eyes opened again as she felt the hordes moving, saw them now rushing and saw them assimilating the situation as they moved. People in bad clothes to people in nice, she couldn’t tell the difference, though there was almost another feeling to some.
They were coming.
It was easy, a spray of blood as the fire within her reached out, pulling together the chemicals that existed within a human, the feel of it against her skin. For once, her meticulousness was set aside if only for the pure rage that settled through her. Once the time settled, and she realized that her body was absolutely slick with it, that the damage that she was inflicting upon herself was causing that metallic sheen to appear on her flesh – she’d loose it more. For now, the edges of that body danced precariously on the edge, and she reached out her fingers as they snapped, popped, exploded like balloons against the edges of a god’s retribution thunder. To her mind so delicately riding the edges of her red-lined vision, it was amusing to watch the bodies crumble to the ground.
She wasn’t even aware that some of the others that had been running forward were slowly backing away, slowly moving away from that metallic looking body that was fading away from it’s mortal looking body, that the form that once had muscular tones to it was emaciating itself as the pyrokinetics took her energy, and the nanites rushing to heal her flesh from the amount she was using. Her mind didn’t notice that she could feel the others rushing up the rubble to back her up, that somewhere, outside, she had that faint smile on her face.
Re: The Landing « Reply #15 on Sept 23, 2007, 3:48pm »
Her body ached, from back to hip to bent legs, but she sat straight in her chair in the middle of her gardens, blessedly alone.
Wind rustled through the leaves and caught the scent of flowers, bringing it to her as she let herself relax and her fingers moved on knitting needles, the silk yarn flowing through her fingers as she worked.
If anyone observed her, they might think her just an old woman, weak, unimportant and that she should have been put out of her misery long ago. They would be wrong. On all counts.
When the wind died, she noticed. The needles slowed and stopped, disappearing into a bag on the handle of her chair and she looked around, as if portents and omens settled onto her. Giving the wheelchair a kinetic push, she rolled through the gardens along a wide path until she reached the center, an open patio of colourful stones that might have been a mosaic beneath the chair as she stopped suddenly.
She knew.
Her eyes went blank as the precognition took her, dragging her along with the space debris as it fell and landed among the slave quarters, throwing stones and dirt and anything not bolted down to the sky, killing some, injuring others, but that was just peripheral as for a moment, she stood among the wreckage and saw the tubes that contained.. what? She couldn’t quite make it out..
With a gasp she was back in her body, hands curled like talons on the arms of the chair and a curse on her lips. That one had been strong. It was rare when she Saw so clearly, even then it wasn’t enough for her, and she knew it was already too late as her eyes lifted to the clear skies above, unerringly towards the trail of something burning its way through the atmosphere.
Slaves, she didn’t care for slaves but they served a purpose and so there would be Avati among the slave quarters. Some going about their business, others taking pleasure. Her lips curled in a sneer at that momentary thought, but she kept it behind her public mind, in the place she had trained from the time she could first talk and understand until no one would reach past to read it.
Most of them thought such a thing was impossible, it was better to keep it that way. It kept the rest in line, knowing that their every thought and deed could be plucked from their mind.
There was nothing to be done, except to warn them. Reaching out with her mind, she broadcast to all in the city, to all awake, to all in the slave quarters and their thoughts roiled through her head of curiousity at the shooting star, until she spread it to them that it was a meteor and was going to land. Some panicked, it couldn’t be helped but she noted them to keep in mind their weakness, and she kept a light touch on the minds as they reacted, as they subconsciously kept in touch with her, with the Clan rulers, while the ship crashed into the ground.
She floated in her mind, outside her body though still aware of it, absorbing what was occurring outside the walls of her usual world. She was aware of the clan heads giving orders, of people beginning to turn up to put out fires and save what they could of the slave stock and to investigate, and then her minds eye turned towards one who slid into the hole, seeing what he saw.
The letters etched on smooth tile were seen through his eyes, others who saw were curious but there was none in her. As Historian, she knew of such things though it wasn’t common knowledge. An ancient satellite that finally fell from orbit, that’s what it was.
The shock came when what her vision hadn’t revealed was revealed through the male’s eyes. Bodies, cooked and torn from their reentry in the tubes and in the privacy of her mind she knew. The part that knew the history as if she had lived it played through the back of mind, seeing the fighting, the war, the people put into tubes, forced into them, and then launched into outer space.
More avati were directed towards the crash site, but she was among the minds and urging the male, Adhib she plucked out, to find a way around the slab of metal. To see if there were survivors.
She let the others question, seek answers to what it was, but she had to know.
For if any had survived the crash, their world would be in jeopardy. She had no need of her precog to know that, just the knowledge of the past.
Re: The Landing « Reply #16 on Oct 10, 2007, 12:26am »
Nefertiti looked around. The twisted metal, melted plastics, blinking trying to think as each of the extremely dominate personalities of her fellow biogenes intruded on her mind, their emotions whispering at the edges.
She scrubbed her fingers across her eyes. It was a simple set solution; She had to take control of them. Direct them. Give them a purpose, a goal, an object. Than started head out of the craft, and towards Kay outside only to be pushed aside as Maria charged out. Nef gasped as even her weak empathy channeled the rage and anger of Maria directly into her body. It seemed as if her body had been consumed by a flame as Maria’s emotions bled into her.
She swayed slightly, grabbing Than by the arm to keep her close, he voice was shaky but quickly gained confidence. Soothing, calm, firm, “Xerxes, retrieve Seed. Kay and Maria will cover our retreat. Lazarus, please find a way to the lower levels of this subway. There must be maintance tunnels to access steam pipes, gas lines; find them quickly.”
Lazarus muttered something, his voice vibrating through her chest as he passed. He was forced to rip the hole in the craft larger to get out, the warped metal protesting with ear splitting squeals, “Keir, go with him, and booby trap the entrance. Rig it to blow after we get through.”
Nefertiti looked at Than, “Kay will be fine, and so will Maria, we’ll retrieve them later.” She still had a grip on Than’s arm when she looked back to Xer, “Do you have him?”
Distantly, her empathy told of the chaos Maria wrought above ground. Her gaze fixiated on a spot above and to her left as she turned towards the hole. A small voice of doubt nagged her, told her to mount a full extraction for Maria immediately. She looked back to the hole and pulled Than physically. If she followed that voice of doubt, they’ed all be caught. She had to cut her losses, retreat, get armed…but they’d be back for her Tube sister, and Kay. If they had tear the world apart to get them.
Re: The Landing « Reply #17 on Oct 12, 2007, 4:48pm »
He was ready, he was waiting, his eyesight slipped into that other plane again, and he could see the lone form, but burning like a bright white light above him was Maria. she was going to burn herself out and likely die if she didn't get evac'd and fast.
Orders were orders, however.
He dropped the stones he had picked up to use on the interloper, and scrambled up onto the Pod. his othersight told him where to begin banging, but before that, the realization hit him that he needed to merely will himself through the materials and he would get to the A.I.'s core.
Thrusting his hand through the steel as if it were soft mud, he contacted the computer and drew it into himself, assuming that it would be easier to carry SeeD inside him, instead of under an arm. He wasn't ready for the mind that joined his own.
Do you have him?
He has me, good to see you are all doing, relatively well...
swift, albeit invasive scan of Xerxes mind told SeeD of the situation and using Xer's psionic ability, he was able to not only see what Maria was going through, but also was able to gather the information he needed.
You need to get M15BW out of there, before she burns up. The nanites will continue consuming her because they do not have enough organic matter to assimilate to keep her fed. however if she were to make physical contact with any of the living or fallen opponents, she could will the nanites to assimilate them for sustenance...
Xerxes felt like a puppet, like he was before, but soemhow, he knew that while SeeD was somehow now active in his own body, he could still retain his own sense of self and assert it to silence the A.I., but for now, he was working in their best interests.
They tried to make me a hitman with a heart. They got it half right.
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Re: The Landing « Reply #18 on Oct 15, 2007, 4:15pm »
Her footsteps had started to carry her after Maria, not near as fast as the other had moved though and she was stopped by Nef’s voice telling her to go with Laz to find a way out and rig it to blow. For a moment she gripped the pipe she’d broken off tighter and looked towards where Maria had disappeared, but orders were orders so she turned and followed after Laz.
Wincing at the squeal of metal, she scrambled through the hole after him, ignoring the slashes that appeared and closed on her feet as she stepped over twisted metal and rubble.
She kept her ears and eyes open as they walked, seeking an access tunnel and anyone who might be coming another way around to investigate.
This area of the tunnels didn’t seem to have much more than rats and rubble though, so she kept quiet as did Laz until ahead of them she spotted a recessed area. A door.
Gesturing to Laz, still silent but for a bit of a mental nudge to get his attention, she indicated the door and that he should open it. As he did his thing, she kept an eye out for anything further up where they were but it seemed to be solely smooth walls and tracks ahead, for a distance at least before the tracks curved into the darkness again. Who knows where it ended and a new access began, but since this appeared to be subway tunnels there was a better chance someone would be waiting for them on that end, by slipping into maintenance tunnels there was a better chance the doorways had been forgotten, or led into a warren of tunnels that would be harder to search them out in.
Glancing over her shoulder at the creak of metal before the door crashed in, she winced at the echo that flowed through the tunnel. There was a chance someone had heard it, would come to investigate..
Slipping through the doorway, her gaze moved around the room revealed. It wasn't a dead end, instead the door led to a small mechanics room with another door which was unlocked on this side and led into more tunnels, with pipes and doorways into who knows what else. Eyeing the pipes for something potentially explosive she figured one might hold gas, it could be broken and a spark applied. It would be crude, and someone would have to stick around long enough to spark it, but it might do.
Sending a tendril of thought back the way they had come, she spoke to Than and Nef through that connection they all seemed to have. We found a doorway, leads out into more tunnels. It's like a rat's warren in here, we could lose anyone following and sneak to the surface later. She gave them an image of what she was seeing also, before she glanced at Laz and spoke to him the same way. There didn't appear to be anyone near, but silent communication was best. You stay here and watch for others. I'm going up the tunnel a little ways, to make sure there's not a better place to go.
Before he could reply, she slipped back out the door and hopping down to the tracks began to follow them, sticking to the side and the shadows. Keeping her eyes open for anywhere else to go, she heard the steady drip of water from a pipe somewhere, and as she got further up the curve realized it was growing lighter and there were voices. The voices rumbled and purred, some shrill with fear and others harsh with anger though she couldn't make out words.
Staying in the curve of the tunnel, she strained to hear and waited with mental ears attuned towards the other Biogenes for the word that they had gotten to the room, where she would join them and block off anyone following.
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Re: The Landing « Reply #19 on Oct 25, 2007, 12:13am »
A subtly differance with the Mind urged him, to seek, to find, to know...His brows furrowed at that thought. To know. To know what? Something, a whisper to his ears, was all the warning he had when a pale ghost emerged from a billowing cloud of concrete dust.
The air was torn out of his lungs as the rebar slammed into his stomach. Curling around it reflexitly, the world doubled in his vision. A blured visage of blonde hair and dirty nude skin confused his mind before he went to his knees, trying to gasp for a breath while his mind reeled. No slave would ever attack an Avati. It was impossible, they knew better.
Another pale nude body walked past his peripheral vision, but his mind was as lost as his breath, unable to comprehend these violent attack let alone these small quick creatures. They couldn't be the spineless slaves, but could be nothing but...How did it get so close without warning him?
Re: The Landing « Reply #20 on Oct 25, 2007, 12:22am »
A satisfied snarl left her throat as she felt the impact vibrate through her hands and wrists, but his collapsing weight curled around the rebarb was too heavy for her hold up. His falling momentum taking her to her knee's with him, "Fuckin A!"
His gasping for breath made her smile, it infact made her giggle as her body screamed failure warning in her own skull, "What are the Corps recruiting nowadays? Fucking pussy." She lifted on the rebarb to roll him onto his back, but found the shaking in her arms and her entire body was too strong. She exerted herself too much, her body was refusing to obey her own commands, "Damn...Than!!"
The conversation between Nefertiti and the rest of the team had been lost to her in the moment of ensuring she could disable the Corps puke...but she lacked the strength to finish the job. Her heart rate was dropping, her breath slowing. Unimportant systems were shutting down, she felt the cold of the open air sink into her fingers death grip on the rebarb, chillin her toes, feet...Medic
Re: The Landing « Reply #21 on Nov 5, 2007, 2:37pm »
She felt the shock of the attack in her own body, breath pushing from her lungs in a rush even as she knew it wasn't her who had been hit but Adhib. Too close, she thought and pulled back a little to gather herself and her impressions of what was going on. She could see in other parts of her mind others working, moving fast to save slave stock and others, fighters, began to stream into the hole behind Adhib, but her suspicions had been confirmed.
The Betas.
It could be no one else, slaves would not dare attack, even escaped ones who were left alone except to be gathered from time to time to diversify the stock. A few escapees who lived on the outside were no threat, and knew if they ever attacked ALL the escaped slaves would be rounded up and reconditioned or killed.
Beside her she felt her niece, watching over her body and helping direct the operations while her attention was diverted, answering questions with little help from her. Letting her heir be, she turned her attention again to the fallen Avati, feeling him catch his breath and start to get up, seeing the Beta that was failing near him. This time, instead of being a passive rider she spoke to him directly.
Take her. Bring her here. But watch for others. Rapid images in his mind told him where to go, it was a labratory where experiments were done in the past and to this day, for the good of the Avati. They were as secure as could be made, it might even hold a Beta long enough to study it. Most Avati knew of the labs in abstract but didn't know exactly what went on behind those doors. Only those of the strongest minds had that knowledge, and those Avati who had been bred or broken to lab work. They were cut off from the main hive mind, though they had their own smaller version and were ruled by directors of the labs, who answered to her and the other Custos. They disgusted her, but they served a purpose. For the greater good of the Avati.
If they had to deal with the Betas, capturing one and studying it would be the first step in fighting them or mingling the DNA to make it better, purer.
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