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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:09 pm
He took one last look at the whitewashed world, and blinked once. Upon opening his eyes, he was before Evelyn in the armory once more. "Agreed." he spoke. "Keep in mind, I default to bodyguard and or personal assistant. If your work contains proprietary meetings, information or the like, which it most likely does, I recommend ordering me to do something else." He moved off to the side and gently picked up his pet project. It was shrouded in an olive drab cloth, but anyone could tell it was some sort of firearm. "A small gift I made. It doesn't have ammunition yet, but I'll work on it. Keep it, use it or throw it; ether way, it kept me from going insane." Cradling it like a newborn, he unwrapped the cloth, revealing the scatter-gun beneath. It was mostly silver plated, and then wrought with gold; it's intricate patterns detailed exquisite and alien flora and fauna in great detail. "Here. And on a side note, you have 60 days before my term with you ends."
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Both Cibo and Marcus were standing a great distance from each other, but each had a clear view of what was going on inside as well as the audio feed from the PDA inside. Wait, bodyguard? Did they make a deal with each other or something? What if Evelyn's trying to get more power with this new species? What if she's going to turn on us?! I knew she was overworked! the paranoid Intelligence Agent thought. Cibo swore the same time as Marcus did. "Crap." But despite this thread of reasoning, Cibo's heart still leaped when the weapon was revealed. Evelyn! And of course, went back to her normal paranoid self shortly after the Gynoid's safety was proven thereafter. I'm worrying over a busty...toaster? No that's not quite right. Maybe Frankenstein? No. Not quite. What would work? That last one, too pretty for that to work... Her paranoia fueled anger then subsided into something else, another line of thinking, at the end of which, she felt jealous of Admiral Evelyn. And once again angry.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:26 pm
Arcadia had arrived at the realization that she didn't like Fred. "What a pervert. She's not even legal." And if he thinks he's getting anywhere near her, I'll ******** shoot his p***k right off. Langdon took a deep breath and shut her eyes, trying to calm herself. It wasn't working too well, but she'd be damned if she lost her temper here. He wasn't worth it, and this would be a horrible place. Soon she was going to end up passing out or hacking up a lung, and she didn't need to be angry with someone all the while. Feeling like s**t wasn't on Green Three's agenda.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 9:01 pm
Fred could see that he had obviously struck a nerve that he had not meant to strike. Stopping his laughter he once again adopted his serious and somber expression. "Good Lord, I am sorry. As I said before I was just trying to get some humor going to lighten the mood, but apparently I misread the situation." he said, his Irish accent very noticable now, "Beside, for one, neither of ye lasses are my type, for two, I already have a lovely lady waiting for me back home." He glanced up towards Arcadia to see if his impromptu apology would be accepted.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 9:49 pm
It appeared Arcadia may very well stand corrected: she didn't like his brand of humor. She slowly opened her eyes and shot Fred a look. He didn't flinch though, and his expression spoke only of honesty in his apology. She visibly relaxed, glad they wouldn't be having conflicts of this sort in the future... or so she hoped. "I don't know what passes for humor among your friends and kin, but vying for an underage girl's fancy certainly doesn't make the grade in my circles." Langdon's voice was calm now, happy to have a much more agreeable conversation.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:57 pm
Evelyn recieved the shotgun from Killy, not quite sure what she would do with it. Perhaps she would show it to to the weapon techs for them to survey, or perhaps she would display it somewhere. she did not know. she would decide later. for now, she had to figure out something to do with this Ottyo, who seemed dead set on following her around for the better part of the next 60 days.
"I will give you freedom to wander about this station, and perhaps later my ship, so long as you agree to go with guards, and follow their commands. Certain areas are off limits, and those limits will be told you." The door behind Evelyn opened, revealing the hallway, and the blast doors opened as well, allowing the admiral to motion towards the door. "Follow me, I will show you your first set of guards." The Gynoid moved through the hallway, and stopped at the group of soldiers and scientists, then looked at who was available. "Malinowski, Wrightman, and Sehene shall be your escorts, until their shift ends, at which point you may retire to a room they will show you to, or change guards and continue your tour. is this understood?" Evelyn asked, looking at all four individuals. "I may choose to visit with you when I have free time, I have many questions for you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:41 pm
A nightmare come true. She was demoted from her rightful title of Captain. She served a young, potentially dangerous and busty flesh-bot. Her ex-love interest, shark and cheater was assigned to the same thing she was. And, she was assigned to guard a lizard. Oh no, not any lizard, is it Evelyn? It just had to be the one that looked like a skinless zombie from hell. The thing was wagging it's whippy, vertebrae sheathed tail back and forward like a stupid dog. The flesh between the black, bone shaped plates flexed in eagerness...disgusting.
"As you wish Shipmistress Evelyn. I will take it you wish to be left alone." it spoke...and god damn can do a good parrot act! It sounds too much like any other guy. I bet if it sneaked up on me and talked it might...Cibo's thoughts were cut short as Marcus said something reassuring to that Security girl, Sehene.
"We'll be fine. We all got plenty of experience under our belts anyways." he whispered to her. Cibo gave a sharp glance at Marcus and Sehene. Oh damn you! Don't you have any common decency? Are you depraved enough to pick on underage girls too? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you... before she sensed something close to her. She darted back a step, only to see it reaching a finger out at her. It stopped right there, and retreated a step back too, shaking the skull. The feathers rattled as he did so, and then spoke,
"Sorry. And hello again. Shall we go? I smell bread. Fresh bread."
****
Not too much later, Cibo sat at the same exact cafe she was at earlier, and merely shrugged at Kai and the two others that were with him when they looked over. The thing sat opposite her at the table, and had a very large loaf of whole wheat before it. And some Brie. And some apple juice. And of course, Marcus being the manipulative b*****d that he was, offered to pay, which, she couldn't deny; her wallet was almost empty. "It looks like we'd better get familiar to each other. Would you like something too Cibo? Sehene?" he asked. He made sure to sit so that the others couldn't see him smile the way he did. She quickly thought up several particularly volatile expletives for him, all of which were unladylike to think of. You know well that if I take your money, I would be admitting I were weaker than you...or something! But if I don't I might look rude. Piece of...You know I can't say no politely at all! Aaahhh! she screamed inside her head. The slight quiver and twitch of her lip was all he needed for satisfaction though. No. No. No! You can't have won this round! NO! Marcus's expression of glee suddenly changed into an absurd confusion. She followed his gaze. There it was, it's head stuck in that big loaf of bread. It pulled itself out, and turned the loaf around for everyone to see, and behold! There was a near perfect bread cast of it's skull. Of course! Killy!
"Would you like some meat to eat Killy? That is your nickname, right?"
"A yes to both. Especially to the offer! Many thanks. Though, I do not wish to be any larger a burden to the group, and fear that meat may be expensive as it is back..." Cibo cut him off.
"I'll take the Filet Mignon dish." Wightman's eye twitched. I win.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 8:22 pm
"I don't think it is, unless you asked for them to drug it." Kai answered his fellow Lieutenant casually, sipping at his own mug. he sat there quietly for a bit wondering why the new guy wasn't talking when suddenly, that thing from Perennia came in, guarded by Sehene, the woman he had met just a bit ago, and some unidentified man. Cibo (the second woman) waved at him and he had no choice but to politely wave back.
Kai turned to Garrett and asked "you wanna go over and see what's going on?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 10:05 pm
Garrett had been about to reply when he noticed his fellow Lieutenant staring across the cafeteria. Following his gaze, he noticed Sehene and a couple of Intelligence officers. And... "Isn't that... That was on... That last planet we were on. We... Didn't that thing die!?" Hendlow was all sorts of confused at the moment. In particular, he wondered why Sehene was marching around with the alien and-- more importantly-- two intel officers. Something was definitely going on.
Garrett was already marching across the room and beckoned Kai to do the same. "Damn right, we're going to figure out what Sehene's gotten herself into."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 10:02 pm
Nothing. That was it. Nothing. Just like before. Only this time Steven couldn't see anything, not even himself. There was only nothing. For the most part he was unaware of everything except for an unyielding pain. It felt like his head was being split in two. He was incapable of any basic functions; he could not move, turn his head, or even shift his eyes. The only thing he could focus on was the intense pain.
Just when he thought he would be overwhelmed by it, the pain started to shift elsewhere. Instead of being concentrated in his head, it now spread across his whole body. It felt like his very skin was burning.
Eyes. They were back. The cold, dead eyes. Steven wanted to panic, but couldn't. He could feel his heart pounding faster and faster.
He was awake. Suddenly, everything around him was no longer black, but instead filled with objects set against a white background. In his disorientation he couldn't tell where he was. There were people around him, three of them, they were saying things he couldn't understand. He became frightened again. But now he could move. He made a move.
“No worries then,” Fred said with a wide grin, “Speakin' of friends, in all of the time you and Emma have been a part of this squadron, we have never actually had a real conversation.” Almost as soon as the words were said he glimpsed movement in the corner of his eye, and turned to look at the source. Steven was trying to sit up. He was awake. It looked as though he were in a panic though. Almost as if he were trying to flee from something. “Great Father Shamus, Steven, calm down!” Fred called to his friend before leaning forward and putting a strong hand on Steven's should. Steven's head snapped to look at Fred. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes darted around as they refused to focus on the Irishman. Fred reached forward with his other hand and patted Steven's cheek. As Steven began to refocus, he also began to calm down, but he still seemed excited.
“Fred? Arcadia? Emma? Where the Hell am I? What's going on?” Steven asked as he finally focused.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 10:24 pm
Sehene perked up at the Admiral's entrance, and saluted her agreement with becoming the bodyguard of the lizard. She wasn't particularly excited about guard duty, but now she was right in with some top secret stuff, and hey, being an intelligence agent was all about this right? She just hoped she didn't get injured again, but on a secure station? Sehene looked upwards at Captain Wightman, "I would hope so Sir." She said in an even, but quiet tone; she didn't exactly enjoy the way Malinowsky was looking at them. --- Sehene was attempting to ignore the stares of confused passers-by who hadn't met the lizard, but she ended up looking more likely a tag-along, what with Wightman's confident attitude, and Malinowski's seething... "Oh, not thank-you, I wouldn't want to impose." She nodded to Wightman, not feeling very hungry anyways.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 11:34 pm
The portion of meat was measly of course. Due to the war effort, and nutrient concerned eggheads, the plate had plenty of potatoes and vegetables. The bit of meat was a single bacon wrapped medallion of heavenly goodness that no soul could deny. Emphasis on single. Usually, there would be two large or three small medallions of the Filet Mignon. Still, the knife cut. The fork stabbed, and to anyone that listened carefully enough, a near silent 'nom' could be heard. And Marcus was undeterred by the rejection. "Are you sure? You might as well, after all, I don't know what else to do with my tickets. He sure is using the opportunity, no offense buddy." His voice continued to ooze a friendly, wholesome sounding confidence as he said so, and amazingly, Cibo was too distracted to notice. The the thing's trembling. Why the hell is it trembling? She thought. And, loath to admit, she was scared. Maybe it didn't like bacon wrapped meat? Maybe it was Jewish? Cibo started off sharply, but towards the end tried to soften her voice.
"Hey, you going to get a seizure or something? Or you don't like the meat? We can get you something different you know." It rubbed itself over where the eyes should have been with a forearm, and stopped to speak.
"No. It is fine. I have not...eaten meat for a few years. We usually give it all to the citizens. That is all. This. This means a lot to me. Thank you." it spoke gently. A brief pause went and gone.
"So. Should we celebrate to our new friend and friends? It'll be on me." Marcus stated warmly. To Cibo, she knew he was trying to inflate his standing, but would the others? Probably not. Rubes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 4:14 pm
"No, we haven't," she agreed, but that was as far as they got when it came to finally begin what may have been a real conversation. Arcadia probably wouldn't have cared if she'd had time to reflect.
Sitting on the other side of Steven, Pilot Langdon helped Fred ease their Captain back onto the bed. "Calm down. It's the med bay, under quarantine. Apparently, sir, you went and got us all infected with lizard flu." She smirked. "Hope you're happy, Captain." Despite the condescending phrase, Arcadia wasn't really worried about it anymore. If Steven was doing well, there was a good chance none of them would suffer anything worse or different. After all, nausea wasn't such a big deal when you'd been through spaceflight training and several combat missions.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 8:28 pm
Steven did not resist and laid back down. "In the name of all things good, my body feels like a wall fell on me. Every muscle hurts." he said as he began to calm down again.
"That is because the three of us have been taking turns hitting ya," Fred chuckled of to the side.
Steven tried to laugh along, but quickly stopped. His body felt like s**t, his head felt like it was in a vice, and he still could not manage any complex thought. He closed his eyes to try and rest again, but he didn't have his eyes shut for a whole five seconds before he saw the nightmarish face in the back of his mind again. Snapping his eyes open again and propped himself up a bit so he could look at his subordinates. "Guess that is yet another thing I need to apologize for. If I had listened to you guys and gone in early I could have been isolated before it got this bad, and you guys would have to be here. But all things considered, I do appreciate the company," Steven said, managing a few seconds a laughter before stopping and become grave again. He then directed his attention to Aracadia and said, "Thank you for getting me here in one piece by the way."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 1:42 pm
Langdon smirked. "You're welcome. I'd say 'my pleasure,' but there was nothing pleasurable about hauling a nearly unconscious man down the halls with the fear of him vomiting all down your front side." She sat back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. Yeah, he sounded like s**t, looked like s**t, and was apparently feeling like s**t, but for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to be concerned with it at all. It was a strange realization, but there was nothing the pilot could do other than accept it. Besides, she wasn't showing symptoms yet and the Captain was doing well for all his complaints.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 10:26 pm
Kai(Emma) (Nurse) Blackbird (Arcadia, Ruze) Straken (Steven, Fred)
It was then that a Nurse came in, Holding a medical 'gun' to take blood samples of the four pilots. She was wearing a particle respirator but looked perfectly chipper, as if she were wearing one of those annoying fake smiles underneath it all. "If you'd all be so kind as to expose your writs, I need to take samples" she said, in a light and vaguely flirtatious voice, winking at Fred.
“Well, I don't suppose we're in any position to turn you down on that request,” Fred said, turning his attention from Arcadia and accepting the wink. With a slight grin on his face he pulled back the sleeve on his left arm exposing the wrist. “Just don't take too much, now.”
Arcadia merely sighed, rolling up a sleeve, and waited for her turn like a good girl. When the needle came, she turned her head toward Emma. If she looked at the boys, Langdon knew she'd just get some snide comment from Fred and have to look at Steven in pain. Neither was a very attractive idea, so she glanced at the teenage pilot and offered an encouraging smile. If she didn't have to see the needle, Arcadia was just fine.
Emma smiled at Arcadia as well, rolling up her sleeves as well, and holding out her wrist.
The nurse made her rounds, Taking small samples from everyone in order, stopping last at Steven, whom didn't seem to have heard her. She rolled up his sleeve for him, and took the sample. "Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes with your results" She told the 'healthy' pilots, then turned to Steven "And we'll start making you a personal vaccine soon. Once it's made you should be back to normal in a few hours. But, Until then.. well. Let's just say it gets worse before it gets better."
Steven didn't even notice the needle. “I guess I will wait right here then until it ready,” Steven said sarcastically to the nurse, “Can't you give me some painkillers or something? My whole body feels like sshit that hass been hit with a tenderizing hammer. And on top of that, can't you jusst tell me what else is on the way? And why doess it ssound like I am hissing?!” Steven was getting slightly agitated now for some reason.
Arcadia was about to besiege the nurse with more sardonic retorts when Steven spoke up. His manner of speech was... disconcerting to say the least. She reached out hesitantly and laid a hand on his arm. "Captain, you alright?" The last thing she wanted was to start sounding like a damned Drathonian. Langdon was becoming nervous once more, but less so for herself and moreso for everyone present in the quarantined room.
"We discovered Painkillers make it hurt more. The only other option is putting you under, but we heard that that's just as bad to the patient, if not worse because it's mentally." The dark-haired nurse said, her face behind the mask seeming worried.
Emma looked a bit concerned as the nurse walked out after her revalation. "Well, Captain Kerning, do you think WE could do anything to help you, maybe?" her face seemed a bit happier than arcadia's. she was putting on her best smile to attempt to cheer up Steven.
“Jusst shoot me now,” Steven said under his breath as the nurse walked off. “And no, I am not alright. My whole body is ssore, I am now hissing, and to top it all off you guys are going to end up the same way,” Steven said as his agitation became more prevalent, “And besides, what could a child like you, much less any of you for that matter, do to help.” His words were sharp, and he covered his face with his hands in visible frustration.
Arcadia's hand retreated; there was no consoling Steven in this condition. She figured it was probably a side-effect of his condition, but it still did leave a small sting. Solemnly she smiled up at the youngest in the room. "Just relax, Emma. There's nothing we can do except wait." And be strong, but she wasn't looking to take any flak for 'optimism' from Captain Kerning, which she undoubtedly receive had she continued to speak her mind.
"Well, they took our blood, so they can fix things, right?" Emma asked, looking hopeful still. "That's what they said they were doing with Steven, so it will work for the rest of us, right?" Emma fell silent and sat in her place, and suddenly began to fidget. She had to go to the bathroom, and announced such. "I have to pee..." She mumbled, embarrassed.
He missed Emma's line. Steven's mind was still filled with haze; he knew he wasn't thinking clearly, and he knew he was being cruel to the last who person to deserve such treatment. He knew but could do nothing about it. It was almost as if all of the unfavorable traits that Steven had hid away were suddenly coming into the light. He had to get a handle on the situation. “I am sorry Emma, I didn't mean it that way,” he said through the hands still covering his face. He almost had a hold of himself until he pulled his hands away from his face. They felt wet and warm. “********! And now my damned nosse iss bleeding too!”
Finally, a problem that could be handled in a pragmatic fashion. Arcadia rose and walked to the window set in the door. She pounded upon it with great force then spoke in a loud voice. "Hey! We've got some blood to clean up in here! Don't make me come out there and get it myself!" And that's when the door slid open and a fellow pilot just an inch shorter stepped forward with a satisfied smirk. He was walking alongside one of the nurses and his gaze was focused on her rather than where he was going. Fast reflexes kept him from plowing the taller but lighter Pilot Langdon. "Oh, well hello milady! I should come to the med bay more often!" The smirk shifted only slightly then disappeared as he gave a dramatic bow to the nurse. "Thank you so very much for being my escort. It was a privilege to be accompanied by such a refined woman." He snuck a quick kiss to the back of her hand before stepping past Arcadia, who had since moved from the doorway. The nurse chuckled as she walked away. Once inside, the gentle hissing of the door lock could be heard. Arcadia was sizing this man up when he noticed her yet again. "Mm, right. Quite sorry about almost running into you, there. I didn't realize they'd told the gorgeous women I was coming. Wasn't expecting a welcoming committee or I would've brought chocolate." Arcadia could only think one thing:
Emma momentarily forgot about her problem to instead chuckle at the strange man who had just arrived. He acted very weird and was much too friendly with Arcadia. She looked around the room and saw Steven, whose face was bleeding and somewhat marbled with small cracks, caused by his hands putting too much pressure on the dry skin.
Just then the nurse arrived; she had prepared for Steven, with washcloths and a special medicine for dry, cracking skin. She also had a single syringe that had a greenish, bubbly fluid inside. She very quickly got to dressing the cracks on Steven's face, then, without warning, grabbed the needle and gave Steven a shot in this arm, he would feel the pain of the fluid, like someone had replaced his blood with heat. The feeling spread at the rate of the blood spreading normally. "There" she grimaced slightly, knowing what it felt like "You should be fine in about two hours"
Steven was irked as well as miffed. "Hey buddy, I don't know who you are but you are already pissing me off!" Steven growled in the direction of the new entry. His rant was cut short however by a nurse who came to was his face.The warm water felt soothing, but then he felt something not so soothing. Quite painful in fact. Steven immediately tensed up. It felt as though every corner of his body were on fire. What was left of logical thought was defused and Steven could not form a sentence. All he could do was moan in extreme discomfort.
Dilshod leaned slightly to his right to peer beyond Arcadia. Ironically, there was no need for the Russian to say anything; the nurse took care of the disabled fellow for him. Shrugging, his gaze settled on Arcadia yet again. "Sorry, sorry. Excuse my absent-mindedness. I'm Dilshod Ivlivanevya," he said again bowing halfway and reaching out to plant a soft kiss on Langdon's hand. She pulled away when she felt his lips touch brush her skin. "I'm pretty sure I never asked for your name," was the woman's response, with a touch of irritation. Dilshod merely shrugged with a smile. "Forgive me, then. I'll take my good-natured self elsewhere." Striding past Arcadia, Ruze quickly spotted Emma. He approached casually and went through the same movements for a third time: he bowed, took the young girl's hand, and kissed it before stating his name. "And what might your name be, young woman?" Arcadia almost strode across the room and slapped this man! Was he really such a horny b*****d, he had to go hitting on underage girls!? "That's disgusting," she blurted out, arms crossed over her chest and an indignant look on her face. Ruze merely smiled at Emma, ignoring Arcadia. "And how did YOU manage to catch this infernal sickness?"
Emma blushed a bright rouge as Dilshod took her hand, and even brighter when his lips made contact with it. "I... I'm not sure I have it." Emma stuttered.
The nurse looked behind her as Steven fell unconscious once more, and said "Oh, yeah, Everyone except Dilshod here tested negative for the virus." as if she had nearly forgotten one of the main points of being in there. "You guys just need to take one of these" she handed out a pill to each of the three unaffected "and you're free to go."
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