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 Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:25 pm
He blinked, wondering what purpose Hashii was to serve. She didn't seem like much of a pilot, so maybe she was just an ornament? He shrugged slightly. "Well, considering we're not fighting and dying, I'd say we should just wait. I have to reach the aft launch bay, so I guess we could take a walk?" He suggested it with a question, leaving his invitation open-ended. He wasn't so much in a rush anymore, though running into Hashii again so soon was sort of funny.
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The officer grumbled and sat down, his voice once more leaping to life with a twinge of tension. "We're fine... just a pest." He added the last bit needlessly, the senior officer int he back holstering his weapon. The R&D man chuckled nervously, having forgotten to mention the checkups that would soon be regularly occurring.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:31 pm
"Roger that." came the calm response before the comm clicked off once more, the small craft descending into the atmosphere at what could probably be considered as too high of a speed. However, the craft didn't break up, a red glow surrounding the white craft as it sped along towards its destination, towards KB and the Citadel. The pilot sighed softly as the distance closed rapidly, flicking several switches as he prepared for landing....
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:08 pm
The spider unhooks itself from the terminal and skitters over to the R&D officer. It chatters at him in machine, then turns on the holographic refractor again, displaying a small image of a wide and squat looking battleship.
It seemed to be asking permission for something.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:13 pm
The R&D man, a thick man that seemed more suited for business, nodded to the little spider. Though the thing unnerved him slightly, it had its uses. The data within the small bot would prove itself to be quite valueable in due time.
Meanwhile, other workers in Imagination were still hard at their studies. They would churn out some amazing things in due time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 7:19 pm
The spide chirps in confirmation and scuttles back over to its hole. It drops back inside, then slides the plating back over it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:43 pm
Once again Hashii gave a silent nod and followed after Sarin obediently, keeping her head down as she walked. She counted the tiles on the floor quietly to herself, eventually glancing at her hand and realizing she was still holding the flower. Her shyness and her boredom combined to make her resemble her old self slightly, though she did not know this.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 10:03 pm
Ripples of peverse glee rocked a sturdy humanoid form gently, the sickly thing dripping a thick black sludge to the bay floor. Jezebel was reviewing the file she'd been forwarded secretly, her long, slender tongue slowly curling about the cheek of the soft-faced form. It was a woman whom she was otherwise unaware of, save for the detailed explanation of association and the coordinates. A smudge of black ichor was left on Sai's cheek, Jezebel disengaging herself from the locking mechanism overhead.
The monstrosity of her form was reflected by the creature in which she sat entombed. Plates of steel overlapping pulsating gore, her MS was similarly such a vulgar, slick red. It was the colors of sin and of lust, of corruption and demented minds.
Impatient, Jezebel thrust herself forwards. Tendrils wrapping about her form defiantly held fast, the MS lurching forwards in response to her movement. The couplings overhead were torn, blood spraying haphazardly onto the flight crews as the once secure lines were severed. The bay door sliding open proved a similar hurdle, and it two was left with mightly clawed slashes upon its frame as Jezebel wriggling out from their still-opening confines.
She was off towards her destination, to sate her lust for this woman.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 10:14 pm
Unnoticed (or not) by the larger mech, one of the spiders hops on to hitch a ride down to the planet. Before Jezebel exits the hanger, it has latched down and melted almost seamlessly into the machine's leg.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 10:31 pm
From the surface, followed a coded and high priority line, came a transmission. This message came from none other than Tegral, his words comeing via the onboard communication system on the shuttle he was now flying towards the Grave.
"This is Admiral Tegral, first Commander. Inform Second Commander Rooking I'm on my way to the Cradle, as well as to prep for departure to the surface. He has orders." The end of the tranmission as Tegral came in view of his destination.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:37 pm
Sarin nodded and briskly continued along, heading through the bright soft-walled halls towards the lift that would take them to the appropriate bay. Hashii was of course following him, and to his surprise she still held the flower in her hands. "I take it you like the flower?" he asked, and though he knew she did, the question was meant to be disarming. Even as the doors parted and he stepped into the elevator, waiting for her to enter the somewhat large thing before hitting a button and closing the doors.
She was an odd one.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:16 pm
Tegral's polished black shoes rang loudly against the metalic flooring of the Cradle's interior, the coridors polished near constantly to give it an almost magestic shine, as he strode with poised confidence in the direction of one of the many reactors fueling the Cradle's defense networks. Rookin had orders, should the station be compromised in any way he was to destroy the package by hurling it into one of the infeed take and thus batheing it in enough high-output energy to destroy it instaniously.
Turning down a juntion corridor, a pair of on duty guardsmen quickly snapping to attention at the image approaching them. "Is Rookin here?" Tegral asked, more than a little annoyed. Rookin, true to his tactical knowledge, shifted reactors every fifty minutes, and despite a direct comminications link with him finding him had been difficult.
"Yes sir!" One of the soldiers responded, stepping aside as Tegral started moveing again. Each reactor had, atleast, two guards positioned inside at all times. With Rookin and his party within the guards were ordered out for confidental sake.
The doors opened with a hiss, double metalic doors slideing into the walls, and over two dozen weapons trained themselves to fire on the intruder. Rookin was there as well, adorned in his flashy metal armor holding that morning star of his in one fist with his shield strapped to his other arm. A burst of code flashed from Rookin to his party and all weapons lowered to the floor as one.
"Pleasure to see you again, Rookin." Tegral said as he stepped up to the elderly man, who was sliding his weapon back into his belt loop.
"Likewise, sir. Your package is here, though why you'd want it I'm not entirely sure." Rookin responded in kind, but when Tegral gave over pleasentries with his second in command to very rudely step over to the metalic box with no opening, lips curling in a smile, the old man's mannerisms became like stone.
"I have my reasons." Tegral said, picking the box up, which required two T-2 units to lift, "And you have your orders. Deploy you and your team immediately."
To that Rookin only nodded and sent an ordered code through his team and left the reactor, left Tegral and his package
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:30 pm
The spiders that been watching the box's progress through the station come out of the woodworks as Tegral enters the room. Most of them follow Rookin and company out to give Teggie his privacy with his new toy (or to follow Rookin), but one lags behind inside the door, giving a quick buzz of mechanical query to ask if it was needed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:55 pm
Tegral's right brow quirked up in astonishment. He'd seen these little things scurring all over the place, even ejected a few of them from his private quarters. Information drones they seemed to be, either that or just an annoying bi-product from the Hive. No matter. Combat nodes activated througout Tegral's circutry, passive sensors shutting down in favor of the more deadly accute combat ones. KB's arcane generator, remodificated with Tegral's equally brilliant plasma coil energy reactor, flared to life. ECM switched on out of redundant habbit, fluxuation fields distorting his combat signature to near ziltch and static pulsers to disintegrate any oncomeing laser connections such as electornic warfare modules or AI hacking interfaces.
Pores inside the palm of his right hand opened like irses, hundreds of thousands of tiny little holes so small microscopes were needed to see them at all, and a torrent of plasmic energy flooded the room as Tegral adjust the settings of his weapon. Flinging his arm out at the spider bot a six foot by six foot spray effect of molten energy too stable to be considered energy but too free form to be any physical state of matter. Condensed and twisted through the plasma coil Tegral managed to create a weapon of plasmic energy strong enough, as the spider was about to find out, to punch through bulkheads.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:58 pm
When the large amount of molten death had finished wrecking the interior of the Cradle... the spider would pop off a far wall like a pressed penny. It was blackened and scorched harshly, and it looked like the limbs had been blow off easily.
It rolls around on its edge for a moment before clattering to the ground and lying still.
Then with a clang, the legs and optics pop back out from the main body. The clever thing had reduced its surface area and used its better armored body to ride the blow instead of resisting it. The spider shakes itself vigorously before popping one of the floor plates off and disappearing into the inner workings of the Cradle.
It assumed that was a no.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 9:20 pm
A trio of silvery shapes slipped away from the Cradle's docking bay, their hulls glistening like stars as they decended closer towards the atmosphere. Rookin had arrived at the Nav Point, and his 'incentive' was on the way.
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