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Pike raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. "Well if that's the case..." He sprinted a little so he was a pace ahead of the doctor. "Now you stop following me." There, now he shall see what she was going to do with that. "You can combine all three?" That made Pike give a look of surprise, as his mind tried to figure out what one could do which had all three together. "There is only one thing that can combine all three...but it looks like you're speaking from experience, a lot of it too." Pike then crossed his arms and smiled, so there was more to Jelena than it seemed, well then at least he was not on her bad side.

"Well come on, sex is just as good as making something, and since we are human he cannot help but think of it. Especially since we science types like to put some extra thought into it for some reason. But I'm glad to have put some images of nakedness into that brain of yours, enjoy doc." Though Pike had to smile a little, there was more to Jelena than people gave her credit for. "Well lucky you. As for me i really don't care if I am in public or not while doing those things, I can tune almost anything out when I concentrate hard enough." But Pike shook his head at Jelena's offer and had to grin. "After what happened earlier? No, thank you. Just pretend you are chasing someone and I'll follow or something."

"that's enough."

walking past the images of the hordes of Persia, and picking up one of the FS trainees.

"You're supposed to be learning how to work together, not trying to outdo each other."

pushing him back against his fellows.

"the source of Spartan strength in this battle was the Phalanx. a wall of metal and flesh that was virtually impenetrable. the Persian empire's armies fought in mass, like waves of the ocean..that crashed upon the rocks of spartan shields."

Looking them over.

"We'll run it again. starting from this point. safety regulations are being lowered to thirty percent. your going to bleed this time, gentlemen. maybe that will get the point across."

"You're no fun." However she left him to his devices and went to her room to go change into more suitable clothings. Shorts and a tank top for simplicities sake though she kept her grave boots on. All purpose shoes were great...and she like to increase their pull just a tad when she jogged. Resistance without the weights. Thusly she made her way over to Meta, for as she said she used things less people did.

She knew that James' little 'somesome if playing with my codes' sense, probably a real mental alarm for him, would go off. Not that she paid any mind to it as she punched in codes to places she normally wouldn't be able to get to. Mmm training track. Let her get her jog on without having to deal with other people asking if she was okay. Sure, such activities helped alleviate settling bioware pain, and mental added pain, but she had to get over that pain threshold first. Thus jogging. Kept the mind off of sex too.

Pike quickly returned to his room where he stored the battery some place safe and then went on to get dressed. soon enough he was in a normal white tank top t-shirt, running shoes and a pair of work out pants, also he slipped on a pair of black leather gloves. When he was done Pike took off to Envision and once he was on the ship went to jogging track that the doctor said she was going to be at. Once he reached the doors he didn't know if he was suppose to knock or something. Drawing at a loss he just stood at the door, though luckily there were transparent windows that allowed him to see into the room so he stood in front of one, trying to see if he could catch Jelena's attention.

another alarm in his head. and another look...the new tech. what was he doing there. his eyes narrowed only slightly, but he knew jelena was there and had probably invited him along for company. a little annoyed she didn't ask for his, but he gave a slight grin all the same. a few strokes on the panel next to him, and the new tech was going to have an interesting time.

Before turning his attention back to the FS and halting the program.

"you're done for the day. enjoy yourselves and don't forget about what you've learned."

"Running is one of those things that you think is a good idea and then halfway through is when the whining starts." But warning issued it was back to the track for her. Sometimes it sucked when everyone else was working and she wasn't allowed to for some reason or another. Or simply had finished her own things quickly. Company was something that came when it came and beggers couldn't be choosers. Thusly more laps....of which she lapped Pike a few times as she already had a good pace going. "You didn't press any buttons trying to get into here did you? It's not good to press buttons in this section, I'm just saying."

James decided to play nice for a bit, but he did keep his bionic eye ready to use the private cam he had installed just incase someone tried to get in there without permission. he could count at least seven young techs that had tried to 'test their skills' or 'prank' him by trying to get into those areas.

Some of them were young women he knew were looking to find something 'interesting' but they are nothing to be worried about. it was the others that were trying for bragging rights that were a problem. last thing they needed was for them to trigger some of James' more 'personal' programs.

like the one he'd used on that man from Norrington's unit. scar a tech for life to walk into a very real WWII deathcamp. but right now he was on his way to check in with Eric, see how things were going.


Norrington was aware again...but still in his bioware prison. nothing so far looked like a way out. he couldn't even find a way into the computer systems He had to get out. anywhere...before they dug deep enough to find him. the last thing he needed was James or thier fleet captain to know he wasn't dead yet.


"Due come in."

the woman was all angles, and had the feminity of a harpy. But she was a worthy adversary and ally. he knew better then to think she wasn't digging for ways to get to him as much as he dug to find ways to counter her investigations.

But she nodded and sat herself down at the desk all the same.

"Norrington failed...mostly becuase he lacked patience. But I know you don't lack that. Miss Nikkco has become a bit of a liability in her fanatical desire to rid the earth and space of Dr. Trevale. Her work can still be quite useful to us."

"I'm not an assassin."

"Quite true. But my request isn't about her anyway. That woman is also still useful. I bring her up because I want you to subtly reign her back in just a tad...and I do have a request for you and your associates."

"We gather intel. we don't kill, we don't do wetwork. and frankly I'm not interested in helping you with power plays in your global chessgames."

He watched her a moment and she him. a silent, steady battle of wills. after a few tense moments he gave a small grin.

"Intel is what I'm after. I need intelligence on Rennell Cyrix. since heading to the fleet, his records have been whitewashed. no military records. and from the information we have from Norrington's little adventure, he seems to have military training. if it's training from James Moria, I need to know. if it's training from us, or standard military, I need to know."

"Why do you need to know that? Rennell Cyrix..."

"..Is the only living survivor of a MATU implant. I want to know anything that might make him stand out from the ones we've tried and failed, and the original military experimental version. ever since that unit got axed, we've been trying to rebuild the implants with half lost digital records. Jessica and her team refused to join with this outfit, so I'm relying on your unit to get my information."

"What are you after. You've had several intel units trying to pinpoint various meta implants and functions, focusing on the aspects of the original military unit. you've lost hundreds of personel on failed attempts to duplicate it."

"What we're working on is not your concern. remember, you just gather intel. I'll handle the rest. I don't care how you get it. hack into thier systems, go there and drug him, become his best friend. I need to know what we're doing wrong. James Moria's implants were easy to duplicate in basics. lord knows how many modifications and upgrades he's done, but we got the basics. most the rest of the team's implants we've worked out the kinks..except Rennell. So ewe need to know what about him makes him the survivor. why is he the gifted one."