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 Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 3:09 pm
The two eye bugs would be suddenly destroyed as they came across what looked just like a teenager, they were enveloped in a cloud of red flame and then they would just explode in less than a quarter of a second. Siat's eyes were glazed over and he didn't even seem to be aware of what he was doing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 8:59 am
Sunstrike "The Doctor..." He said softly in warning, as if he knew that this couldn't last, at least not yet. ::The little girl spoke.:: We'll go see the Doctor...::She waved her dainty little hand yet again for Sun to follow. Her soft voice echoing down the hall.:: Come...play...::There was a moment of silence as she continued to wave, and then spoke yet again.:: Come play wi--SLAM!::A bright light shot from behind the little girl as the OR door was punched open and the Doctors voice bellowed down the hall.:: BRIAN LET HIM GO!::This was an angry Doctor, a Doctor that didnt like being trapped in his own operating room by a mischevious sons telekenetic lock on the door. In a flash as if a dream, the lights fizzled back on and the little girl faded from view. The dark, dank, hall was back as it should be. And the Doctor made a run to Sun, flicking on two different sets of lenses, and with Mary following closely behind.:: You'll have to forgive Brian, he gets...lonely down here and...are you alright?::He didnt expect the clearest of answers, but he was hoping he could get...something, from Sun to gauge his health.::
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 11:22 am
"B-brian?"
Now that was a real jumble to sort out, too much for his tired brain to focus on. He'd almost gone, in fact, his hand was still outstretched down the hallway where the dirty little figure had dissappeared, blinking in the sudden light.
Sunstrike looked up at the doctor in complete confusion for a few moments.
"Where..."
CRASH.
It wasn't a physical sound. It didn't have to be. The world spun, the music blared, lights flashed and exploded behind his eyes. People, so many faces, all trying to speak to him at once. What had been pushed aside, had now been let go with full force.
"i'm sorry." He'd done something wrong...he'd run away. "I'm sorry." They weren't listening, the talking was getting louder. "I'm sorry!" He tried to speak over them, to get through, they were starting to hurt him. "I'M SORRY!!!" The hallway would echo with his scream, his heartbeat racing.
"Doctor, please...make it stop, I-I won't..." Something, some memory lashed out at him and he scrambled to dodge and hide behind the figure he knew was solid, tangible.
Only to come face to face with Mary again. Then there was a pause, a heartbeat. "Run." He swallowed and looked away at the floor, brow furrowing at the sharp pains in his hands, along with the ones in his mind.
"I won't run again..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 1:22 pm
21:04 A lone dropship flew high above the oil rig YCMREP, and seven discharges were made from the missle pods. None were hostile, probably an accedent or letting off weight for low fuel. At anyrate, one labeled six hit the water and simply sank. It was a long ways off of the facility, and no risk of collision. Sinking several feet, the missle split open and was quickly abandoned by someone riding a sea scooter rushed at the rig without so much as a blip on the radar. He was smaller than some of those freak fish in the area. With no sign of struggle, the man kicked off of the scooter, which helplessly fluttered off into the water. The man was bogged down with a pack and a O2 mask, giving him a hefty load and plenty of oxygen. The man grapped a large bolt cutter and locked it's pincer around the oil fence, snapping it with all his strength. Pushing onward, our mystery friend swam on in, finding, of all things, a ladder than lead up to a storage hold. For a moment, the man rested, placing his finger to his chest before standing and taking off the O2 mask and heading forward. 
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 1:30 pm
 *bleep bleep* *Bleep Bleep* *pshwee*
Viper, this is Comicon. Have you made it inside the structure yet?
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 1:33 pm
I'm here, Comicon. Infiltration went off without a hitch. Heading forward in a minute here. What's your situation?
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 1:37 pm
*Some rustling of papers is heard with ticking computer keys.* I'm all set up here. I've got a good lock on your position. You can move ahead when you're ready. And Viper, be careful.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 1:59 pm
"Right."That was the end of the conversation that far as an odd 'shwoop' could be heard. Headed out, 'Viper' made his way down the hall to his right, keeping close. In his hands was a Night Needle underground tranquilizer handgun. It was still considered widely unaccepted by the military, which makes it perfect, because small militant groups don't have it.
At the ready, Viper made his way in a little further until he saw two workers sitting at a console. They appeared totally unarmed, and because Viper was curious, he plunked one in the temple. Thunk. He went down without a drop of blood, snoring. His partner looked over and almost gasp as the sight of a needle portruding from Jim's head, but soon, he had one to match, right between his eyes.
"...Too easy." From here, Viper rushed forward, skipping up to the terminal to grab the first of the two, quietly tucking him under the desk. The second was stripped, and then stuffed under. Viper put the uniform into his back. On the desk, a radio popped alive.
"Report activity?"
"...Ur..."Viper looked at the name tag on his victim's chest pocket, then went to the radio. "This is Ralph. Jim went to the toilet for a minute, all's clear right now."
"...What's the matter with your voice? Sounds rough."
"Er... Yeah, the weather... just trying to get used to it around here. Got a cold."
"Ah. Alright, keep your eyes open, and feel better."
...Too easy.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:04 pm
*bleep bleep* *bleep bleep* Viper, what's happened? I was sure I heard tranq shots. What's the situation?He sounded a little worried that maybe they'd been detected.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:27 pm
 "No situation. Just had to put down a couple of eminant encounters. Trying to figure out the layout of this place... the terminal isn't helping much. I'm transfering the URN over to you to see if you can get something for me."
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:36 pm
I see... Alright, the data is coming in now. Registration Number...1K5X367C. Hmm... Well, I managed to slip through the firewall of the Yaits Corp. construction area since it wasn't deemed as important as their main control hub. Give me a sec to pull something up for you...Typing of keys is heard, along with some minor mumbles of computer jargon, and a little cursing. Well, I wasn't able to get too much, but, I did find a set of blueprints to another Yaits Corp Rig. It isn't exactly the same in it's schematics, but it should give you an idea of where everything is within 95% of accuracy. I'll send it to you immediately.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 2:43 pm
"Yeah. I've got it. I'm gonna have to be cautious from here, so I'm going to take a minute here and sort of work out the best options from hjere. If I come to another desk, I'll transfer it, see if you can get more information. Viper, out."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 7:33 pm
 A gaurd stood overlooking the ocean, smoking a cigarette as he held his P90 LIR submachine gun across his waist. His stomach was rumbling. "I knew I shouldn't of had that damned curry," he said, looking both ways, and supposing no one would notice if he made a quick run to the rest room.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 4:59 am
((Yaits, if you're doing what I think you're doing, I love you.))
Viper made his way out of that control room and around the hall on the outer parameter. There was a smell. The smell was a kind of chicken dish, possibly slopped a little on to a uniform. But to be that strong, it was either a pungent dish, or the person was close by. But it was getting fainter.
peeking around a corner, he caught sight of a guard headed the opposite direction. from his pouch, he used a long range personel detection device. There was only one blip. Good to know. Sneaking forward, Viper kept his Night Needle at the ready, walking up behind this mystery guard in silence.
"Freeze!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 1:21 pm
"Not now, I gotta use the pot, see ya," said the man, ducking into a tight hall and turning a corner in attempt to lose whoever it was behind him, which he assumed was a coworking giving him heck.
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