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 Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 10:40 am
Tegral lay, near sleeping on the blush pillow top matress of his bed, wearing nothing but a snugged pair of black boxer breif with gray elastic bands around the waist and legs. His breath came in calm draws and heavy exhales, a sure sigh he was finally about to doze and give his new biological - though heavily egineered and inhumanly fitted with hardare - the rest it now needed, he was that is until a small beeping nose shattered any sembalance of sleep. "God damned it all," Tegral cursed uselessly, first off God wasn't there in Tegral's heart and secondly if he wanted to damn something he'd drop a tactical squad in it's center and watch the havoc unfurl.
Rolling off his bed Tegral vacated the warmth of the cloud like comforters and slipped into the adjacent room, his feet sounding soft ffsh-ffsh on the carpeting - another perk of rank, to answer the beeping light at his terminal desk. "Yes, what is it?" Tegral asked before the screen of a man, old into his sixties, with gray hair and wrinkling skin even materialized before him.
"Sir! This is Ordealious, Sir!" Despite the elderly man's obviously bad posture he still managed to sit up straight and keep the form as if he had just left boot, "You requested the information regarding the GFN. Big Box? Sir?"
Tegral closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Yeah he had, about a standard week ago. "Yes, Ensign Ordealious, thank you. What took you so long?"
The ensign, hard to imagine such an old timer still holding such a low rank -but then again he was good, damn good, at what he did - shifted a bit in his seat, biting his lower lip just like he did during boot camp. "Well, sir, to that...the Big Box was decomissioned shortly after the Nynolian conquest. Confederate rulings stated that direct industrialization, incorperating borgs into a new specieses whether conquested or assimilated, was crimes against sentient lives and deemed illeagal. The Big Box and all her units were stripped, melted, and made into prefabs for the Nynolians, part of their end of their agreement to join the Confederation, Sir."
Tegral's eyes closed again, damn it all to hell. "Any good news, Ensign?" He whispered with no real intent on getting any.
"Well, Sir, the top brass here on Prime have been going completely crazy here lately!"
Arching a brow and opening an eye Tegral inquired, "Oh? What ever for."
That produced a massive grin on the elderly ensign's face, "Well, it just so happends about a week before her strip down date the Indrio went AWOL and hypered out amongst it's guard of frigates. And, it just so happeneds, one old time geezer managed to plot her course and inform them that a rather impressed Admiral was looking for a crew with their...calibrations, and gave them the Admiral's location." Glancing over his shoulder momentarily the old man continued, "They'll likely be a standard week, Sir, and don't worry. This whole thing's A-OK." With another grin he glanced over his shoulder, opened his mouth to say something, and the conncetion feed was killed.
A smile split Tegral's face as well. Things were looking up. Now for a shower.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 11:40 am
Tegral stood beneith the section of his bathroom, plain yet somewhat comely with polished steel sink, countertops, fixtures, walls and ceiling, designated his shower and let his worries slide off his mind. Water, scalding hot the the point of boiling, pumped from one of the many boiler tanks located in the egineering sections of the ship and transported to his room via heavily insulated pipeing infrastruture cascaded against Tegral's nude form, his sensors indicating heat damage was occuring across his body but he ignored it. Lowering his head allowed the hot water to splash thoroughly against the back of his head and shoulders, the heat damage too minor really as they were more like second degree burns, as a soft sigh escaped the lips that no longer required oxygen to sustain them. Within the next couple of days his security detail would be arriving to ensure that the Gala was well defended, and a week from now the Indrio would be arriving and needed to be incorperated into the Cradles computer and energy grid. Though powerful beyond comprehension the crew of this star station wasn't likely to appreciate Tegral dropping a fully operation manufacturing vessel, mining barges, refineing plant, and a foundry unit ontop of their heads all at the same time. The power needs would be enormus, not to mention he needed to finds pace for all the new units.
Reaching out with his right hand Tegral took firm hold of the metalic knob jutting from the wall and turned it to halt the flow of water, archaic in design when he could have simply exited the shower and it would have stopped on it own Tegral had recently taken to enjoying more classical styles of living, including real wood furnature and silk fabrics by the bale full! With the water stopped Tegral stood there a moment, water running down his pectoral and abdominal muscles, dripping from the ends of his hair and the tips of his fingers, pooling about his feet. Closing his eyes and shaking his head vigorously he slid away the completely transparent glass slidering, save of course the coating of steam that now obscured it, and stepped outside. Ignoreing the use for a towel water dripped on the pristine white tiled floors, the only thing not metalic with the exception of the shower glass, as he departed. Feet made splashing slaps against the floor until he exited into his own room to find a little red message button beeping softly on his terminal. Reactivating his own com unit he walked over to sit behind the screen and see what was up.
"Admiral," A young com tech aboard the Cradle addressed Tegral via recorded message, "We're recieving reports of four, counted and repeated, four unknown star crafts bearing the ID signs of Helion, Acolyte, Follower, and Messiah. Please respond immediately on com channel Zero-one-one-Seirra-niner. Over."
Punching in the appropriate commands on his computer terminal Tegral was rewarded with the same image of the young com tech, "This is the Admiral. Mark Halo unit as friendly deltas and keep an eye out for anymore with similar recognization codes. We're expecting more, keep me informed with every arrival. Repeat orders back."
Tegral sat there waiting while the com tech verified the orders given, repeated them back, and gave the Admirala curtesy salute before he finally killed the feed. There was four, he should be expecting another six to eight more battleships here in the near future, along with, hopefully, more than twenty destroyers and class B- cruisers.
With that annoying aspect of the 'morning' out of the way Tegral finally got up and padded across his carpet to his room.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 6:18 pm
Adorned in his usual fitting of a black suit, creamy white button up shirt, and polished mirror black shoes the Admiral left his quarters in a quiet state of contemplation. Computers worked infinitely faster than the human brain at processing information. Humans, and most other creatures with a brain, have to 'think' and thoughts take time where as machines' 'thoughts' are instinaious and requires no recognition of the thought afterwards as computers are always correct. That being the case a mere second and Tegral could have puzzled out most things people would require a lengthy amount of time to do, walking the hall from his own quarters and into the belly of the Cradle gave him what amounted to a lifetime to think.
Tegral walked, people passed by and either completely ignored him or offered curtesy salutes which he returned with barely half a mind while in mid step, contemplating the mysteries of the universe. Why were they here, placed upon this wretched plane of existance, constantly battleing and fighting one another.
It was annoyance that drove him here as much as the actual need too, as Tegral liked to boast his targeting systems were flawless in every aspect of the word. It wasn't long before Tegral found himself amongst the soldiers of the Cradle, men and women both charged with the saftey of this star station. Marines they could be called, or even police, and every one of them was worth their perverbial salt in the stars. They knew who the Admrial was, after all he was constantly running about with the Captains and high ranking crew members of damn near any ship larger then a friggate that happened to dock in the Cradle's protective 'wings'. "Evening." He said, with produced the fifteen members of the Security force actively engageing the fireing range to stop their target practice and turn to salute. Ranking high enough to match any save for KB, Tegral did little to exercise this amount of authority, but that didn't make it any less so that he had tat sort of power. "As you were." He said softly, soft because his voice echoed about the massive room of the fireing range. No sooner had he taken his first step did the fireing commence and Tegral sweep down the seemingling endless isles of booths.
Stepping into the privacy of one distanced from the rest of the fifteen Tegral drew from his coat the lengthy barrel of his 454 magnum. The weapon was heavy in his hands, pittifully that compared to his technologically enhanced muscles that allowed him to pick up tanks and hurl them across the battle field, but the weight bore down on him all the same. Such a beautiful peice of hardware, the eight chambered revolving system a perfect replication from the guns of older times. Loaded with bullets that could blow a man's head off at fifty paces, coupled with Tegral's more than lethal targeting systems, the magnum rose from it's rest position and loud explosions filled the room. Head shot, head shot, head shot, head shot. The continued to flow. Five, six, seven, down to eight. Reloading Tegral did it again, the lifesize silohette drawing every closer. Center mass, center mass, center mass, center mass. Again, five, six, seven, and finally eight. The figure stopped moveing. Computer systems calculated the imagery, programmed the average size of each bullet hole and determined each of Tegral's shots were within 1/100 of an inch of each other.
Reload, new target. Again he went.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:05 pm
"Hey fellas." Tegral's bright and cheerful smile lit the dull glow of the firelit campsite a bit more, "Can ya spare anything to eat for a weary ol' traveler?" Stripped to the waist wearing little more then a pair of camo drab navy issued pants, and a pair of well worn black combat boots. Obviously unarmed Tegral looked hardly imposing. The two gathered around the camp site, aliens by the terms that they weren't human, glanced up at Tegral and ran their collective eyes over his body. Confident that he held no weapon and there fore proved to be non-threatening they made the equivilant of a chuckle, which ammounted to clicks and pops emited from their strange alegator styled maws.
"Yeaaaah," One of the creatures said softly, drawing a .50 recoilless pistol likely stolen from one of the many fallen marines that gave their lives to make this planet alteast semi-safe. "How aaaaaabout you eaaaaat aaaaa bullet, heh?" His companion, as tall as the first with a streak of purple running down it's overly formed spinal collum, chuckled with gleeful delight.
"Oh sure, but you have to eat a few first." Tegral smiled, placing hands on his hips.
"I haaaaave the gun, stupid humaaaan!" The first reptilian alien snarled as it stood and pointed the long barreled weapon in Tegral's bared chest.
"True," Tegral responded happily, "But my friend has bigger guns."
"Friend...?" Was all the alien had time to mutter before a second figure marched into the firelight. Eight feet tall it stood with a pair of SLM launchers on either shoulder, air cooled .50 caliber machine gun and a rapid fire laser cannon on either arm.
"Hiya boys," SARAH said, her voice projected through small speakers located where her mouth was, and opened up. Fire and lead split the camp in two as the pair of aliens were rent to peices. Not a pretty sight.
The Admiral, back in the present, stood with his legs evenly spaced at shoulder's width and his right arm holding the .454 magnum almost casually. His sucess on the fireing range drew the attention of quite afew interested onlookers, none making the realization that the Admiral wasn't human. Oh sure they said he was inhuman, but none knew the truth. Magnification jumped from 5x to 25x and the once miniature figure bloomed to full size. A pair of cross hairs appeared in Tegral's HUD, the first representing the center of his eye and the second the barrel of his weapons. All he had to do was match the two up, allow the computer to check for any variable like the weight of the powder in the bullet to predict the recoil, and squeeze the trigger. The bullet shot was deafening as all other stalls remained silent. The gaggle of on lookers sat on bated breath as they waited for the target to reel in closer. A simple bulls-eye target over the human silohette, drew closer and closer. Those with mag glasses or just damn good vision began hooting congratulations. A neaby Marine whistled through her teeth and winked at the Admrial's good aim.
Tegral was already reloading his weapon.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:56 pm
"Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that Draeken will no longer be needing an invitation to the event. Be sure to remove him from the list, and keep me posted on our delivery status." He spoke softly to the comms officer, who in turn swiftly made the adjustments. With Draeken's death impending it would be a waste of time to try and invite him to the Ball, for he'd be long dead by then. Perhaps KB would drop off some sort of care package for the survivors of the Mansion battle soon enough. Sighing softly the figure leaned over a nearby console, looking intently upon the screen.
He breathed deeply, curious. "And be sure to inform my tailor of the 'special' alterations to the uniform that evening. We wouldn't want my breathing impaired during the event, would we?" He asked with a wry chuckle, patting the officer on the back as he broke away. This KB wandered towards the nearby elevator, taking it to some untold location.
15 minutes of fame.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 8:58 pm
Nearly tripping on her own two feet, as she exited the portal and entered the cradle. Blonde Locks of hair flowed over her curved, exposed back, as some danced freely around her face. She hugged herself gently as she held up the small piece of ripped fabric against her chest to cover and exposure. Once she regained her balance she finally caught glance at where she was. people around walking, minding there own business, some sort of air craft, a large one. her bright blue eyes glanced around as she steps forward, gently in a small circle to capture the area of what seems to be some sort of hanger bay. She held onto her chest, as she caught serval glances at those who walked by. She glanced around and hasn't seen Focht yet, did they go to the same place? Can anyone tell me where i am? She partially asked loudly, as she took serveral steps her heels sounding off from the floors, as the lower half of her dress swayed loosely and low on her hips.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:41 pm
Naturally a hot blonde dropping half-naked into a hangar bay of over-worked men turned a few heads, though the soldiers were mannered enough to keep their catcalls at bay. One of the workers gawked openly at her, a jaw-dropped sort of look as his eyes dazed over with the dizzy look of having fallen in love at first sight.
-Smack!-
"What'd I tell you about staring at things?!" He friend asked, having smacked the man upside the head. Rubbing his head the man sighed, tearing his eyes away from Sairys to get back to work. The two knew better than to get involved.
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KB, knew no such thing, at least assuredly not this one. Stepping off the elevator nearby he smirked to Sairys, snapping his fingers idly at the lack of Focht. "He's late, funny thing for sucha speedy guy." He teased her, hoping his familiar voice might put her at ease. He looked much the same as usual, though his cheeks tinted pink at the sight of her... toplessness.
Dressed in a stark red casual military uniform, his hands nestled behind the small of his back as he raised a brow to her. He was expecting an explanation for her arrival, not that he hadn't been forewarned.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:53 pm
Sai turned her head gently in the direction of a familiar voice. her blue eyes settled on Kb, as a soft smirk curled on her lips, as she hugged her chest slightly. I'm Sure Focht will be close behind....She shifted her wieght as her hips slanted gently as she leaned to her left, her body taking a gentle curved pose, as The lower fabric barely exposed the indentation of her hip. her claw like fingers gripped her arm gently, as her gunalet dulled color, as she wasn't using it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:59 pm
He nodded earnestly, before his right arm moved before him. Catching hold of the subtle zipper that ran along the left side of the top, he quickly undid the uniform jacket to reveal the simple white cloth beneath. Moving towards her he shrugged out of the top, leaving himself in the dark red pants and wife-beater styled top. Smirking he'd slip it around her shoulders, gently pressing close to her in the process. "There you go, can't be having you getting a cold." He playfully teased, before drawing away from her as casually as he'd approached. With Focht yet to arrive there was little nothing to do but small-talk. "So tell me Sairys, what brings you to my home?" He asked, twitching slightly at Focht's lack of arrival.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:15 pm
her eyes followed his movement, as he placed his jacket around her shoulders casually, She release one hand as she grabbed the jacket and pulled it close to her body, as she slipped her arms through and held it shut with her hand. She nodded Thank you, it was rather annoying to be almost bare chested.. She now used her free gunalet hand as She raised it to her hair, brushing the blonde locks back out of her face. her fair skin glowed in the light, as it seemed silky smooth. Home? So this is where you've gone after, being a visitor to my tower....
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:22 pm
Shrugging at her question KB could do little else but sigh. The hangar wasn't a very good example of the housing capabilities of the Cradle, but one had to start somewhere. "Your assistance in my time of need has caused for great things Sairys. I've yet to forget your contribution to this... and naturally, you will recieve your piece of the pie shortly." He nodded to Sairys reassuringly, sparing her soft skin only a glance. She wasn't his for the taking, at least not as of yet.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:30 pm
I do what i can to those that need assistance, and it seems that my assistance has done you well...As for the piece of the Pie I hope its apple. She giggled softly, as her gaze wondered a bit, longing for the sight of Focht. She sighed softly as she shifted her wieght a bit More as she was tired of standing, though being a bit tired from eariler, she hugged her self gently, as it was comfortable to rest her arms. well seeing how we're working together again, hopefully i can be a better assistance for future plans...
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:35 pm
"You can expect whatever assistance you may require. I'm in the process of making perpareations for a unification of... associates. It will be a formal Ball, I do hope you'll attend. You can bring Focht." He suggested, surprisingly chipper despite the notion of Sairys with another. He of course had wanted her dead not long ago, though once again his mood shifted. Now he wanted her dearly, truly, but she was not his for the taking.
Where the hell was Focht.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:41 pm
Hmmm? A ball...I think I might have to pass, though as you can see I only have the clothes that I am wearing despite your jacket... She glanced down at herself, as her torn, dress hung at her hips and the piece that was her top now at her feet, as it slipped off, from underneath the jacket that now covered her top. She was starting to worry about focht, she hopes everything is alright, and he didnt stay behind.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:49 pm
He couldn't help but softly chuckle at that, turning away from her to gently run his fingers through his hair. "Oh Sairys, you amuse me so. My hospitality can surely afford you a wardrobe, if not the means to design your own gown. I do hope to see you there, until then, I think it best I fecth you some clothes. I think you'd rather wait here for Focht, than have him come to you later... yes?" He asked. KB was trying to be polite, though it was difficult to do so. At least she would give him practice for the upcoming event.
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