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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 3:36 pm
Marcus added on, "Yeah, it's usually a good idea to share things like this. Often, there's some sense of relief after telling our stories." He sounded like a veteran giving comforting advice to a newb. It looked like it worked; Yotruyan relaxed a little, and licked his thin lips.
"Have any of you lost anyone?"
"It's a safe assumption these days." the female intelligence officer remarked. Killy looked at the grated floor, and then his lap. The tip of the armored glove was pressed against his plated thigh, and it flexed like rubber. The Ottyo lifted it off, and it remained bent, only to suddenly pop back into place, as the rest of the crumpled metal on his palm.
"Our new home had a curious...variety of inhabitants. Non-sentient of course. Just animals. If you people wish to call them that." His head quickly snapped up, and stared at each in turn. "We made a research station, with about three hundred inhabitants. Xenobiologists and all the support personnel. And yes, there was that much to look into. She just happened to be a biologist." Cibo rested her chin in her hands.
"They came, didn't they?" she asked.
"Of course. They wanted to know the location of our settlements. We did the obvious thing to do. And, they started getting rough. And then hell broke loose. She bought us time to flee before the orbital strike came down." Killy pitched forward and made as if to puke again, but held his mouth shut with a hand. "Needless to say, the little fur balls she released ate her and every Redneck they could find. I won't describe how they did it though." he sighed. "I don't feel any better." He ran over to the toilet and vomited.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:08 pm
“Eaten. Eaten how interesting! Do you think it felt familiar? Since we do so often eat, there must be some connections.” The black clad moonie walked into the brig, a curious smile on his face. Looking around the room he noticed the five guards, and seemed genuinely surprised before he remembered his plan and sprung forward and grabbed the closest soldier, an un-helmeted female. Dart slammed his armoured forearm into the surprised human's face, knocking her out.
The other guards had started to move – two came from the front, another to the right and the last stood off towards the back; most likely ready to exploit any opening. Straining he lifted his human shield and threw it at the man to the right, both him and the body fell to the ground with a dull thump. The moonie quickly charged the other two, running past the guards as they attempted to grab him and tripping one with his tail. Dart pivoted and pulled the wrench from his belt at the same time, allowing himself a little smirk as he faced off against the man he had left standing. The moonie sprung forward, jabbing the guard in the stomach and then cracking him over the head while he was bent over in pain.
Looking around the little spy was happy to see that the man he had knocked down with the girl had fallen harder than expected and wasn't going to get up soon, likewise after throwing his wrench the second downed guard gladly succumbed to the blackness of sleep. But, most pressing of all, was that the final guard had drawn his sidearm.
Moving forward with the same speed that had earned him the name “Dart” the moonie ripped his rapier from his belt and leaped, his blade sliced the side of the man's neck as the leap ended in a collision; Dart rolled as he hit the ground, standing as quickly as he could.
The guard he had cut was on the ground, pressing his hand urgently to the wound on the side of his neck, Dart quickly kicked his hand away and smashed the hilt of his blade against the man's forehead. Then looking towards the cells he smiled coldly, “Now, let's make a deal,” the drathonian spoke cheerfully to his captive audience, “You give me information and this man's wound get's seen to, or he bleeds to death.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 6:47 pm
"No." Yotruyan said to himself. "No, no no! I am seeing things. Yes. Seeing things. My blood must be running short on cobalt." He continued on rambling. "Oh! Wait, it is! My blood is short on cobalt! It's turned red with iron after all!" At that, Killy took the helmet off his shoulder; up until then the helmet was latched on, nose pointing to floor. It looked like a fancy pauldron decoration with all the foot long feathers protruding upwards. The Ottyo placed the skull helmet on and walked into the opposite corner of his cell, turning his back to them all. "No, it's not real. I am. I am only seeing an illusion of a little monster. Yes. I am only suffering from withdrawal. It will go away. It will go away..." he kept on muttering to himself. Cibo just kept on staring at the Drathonian Moonie. Her eyes narrowed.
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"What he said. No." Cibo started to slowly pace back and forward in her cell. Marcus put on a look of horror and tried to mouth opposition, but her cold stare seemed to shut him up. "Intel is always worth a hundred lives at least. So. Let him die. You'll have to squeeze it out of us. Or shoot us. You probably don't have the time for the first, and the second will only give you lots and lots of trouble." Cibo stopped pacing, and took a step at the Moonie. She leaned forward a little, and narrowed her eyes further. Cibo's eyes suddenly widened, and she stood upright again, looking down at him as she took a step back. "Dart. Isn't it? Yeah. I think so. I remember you. And what you did that day. You came to finish me off, that it?" she asked hauntingly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:46 pm
Dart sighed. Humans really were irrational sometimes: honestly the girl should have been worrying about her companions, both of them. Looking from the bleeding guard to the muttering alien the moonie just shook his head. This all could have been solved nicely if they just said “Yes, okay.” and answered his questions.
Well, there was nothing to be done about it, he thought as he looked at the bleeding man again and decided not to waste a possible future asset. Crouching down he pulled out some bandages and got to work. Once he was done he found that one of those useless underlings of his had walked into the room. All five of the moonies currently serving him where red and none of them had a lick of sense. Smiling pleasantly to his fellow Drathonian he gestured towards the cell containing the girl and that alien, “I will be leaving,” he told the eager spy, “Would you please open those two's cell once I've left the room.” The red moonie nodded and began searching his kit for the tools he would need.
As Dart walked towards the entrance he looked back once more, his underling had already started to work on the door controls, “One more thing before I leave. Once the door is open do stay and see if they need anything else. We must always be polite when in the business of intelligence.” And with that he quietly left the room.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 8:39 pm
It was a rather strange sight. One Drathonian was wearing a body suit of some sort. And the other...well, the other was wearing a red knit sweater. "I don't know why Dart wears stuff. It feels all wrong." the Moonie muttered to himself. He looked at Cibo, and then Killy, quickly deciding his knife would be enough to put the Terran down, and that the taller black thing was of no hassle. The Moonie walked over to the control consoles and opened Cibo and Killy's cell.
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The gentle clank of the cell door roused Killy. His body was still facing his little corner, but his head rotated all the way around, and was staring right at the hapless Drathonian Moonie. "So vermin. You are not part of my imagination..." he trailed off. The softer fleshy parts on Killy's suit seemed to compress like small bladders. Veins spread throughout the Nerve Suit's back like a spider web, sending forth liquid rapture and insanity. The rest of Killy's body turned around to follow the head's direction.
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'Oh wow, my gambit worked.' Cibo thought. She sat back down as her cellmate went onto all fours and scuttled forward like a psychopathic lizard crab on crack. The Moonie tried to pull out its combat knife and stab Killy, but was too slow; the shaking, shivering Ottyo had it by the neck and arm, holding the Drathonian up into the air. Killy's roar was muffled by the helmet, sounding like a moaning "WAAAAAAAAAAAA" as he emptied his lungs. The fleshy suit under his chin and neck inflated like a frog's before bursting. The moaning roar suddenly became a high pitched screech as it did so. As his breath ran out, his jaw and tongue dropped. It was long, easily a foot out of the mouth. Just hanging there. 'Is he...sticking his tongue out? Wait...oh s**t!'
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"Gh-Haaaaahh" Killy deeply laughed in it's face. Marcus watched in horror as Killy began biting and tearing into the Moonie's knife arm. The hapless Drathonian struggled and screamed, but as the bone was revealed, Killy slammed his head, breaking it apart. Killy ripped the weakened arm out, and knelt on the chest. He savagely stabbed away at the Moonie's face with the broken bone. He gouged out out the eyes and tore off the face with the Moonie's own shattered arm while screeching high and loud. The helmet's black feather crest was spread out like a death-peacock's display, shaking and rattling against one another with violence.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 11:08 pm
The events that transpired appeared to be happening in slow motion for Fred as his body fell back on instincts he had used in almost eight years. His reaction speed had notably dulled, but they remained the same. One of his hands reached for his belt to check for his gun, which was not present, and the other hand reached into his jacket to grab his knife, which had been confiscated by the MPs. His mind instantly began running through the rest of his options, and he reverted to his last best option: his brawling skills. He repositioned himself in the cell, placing himself close to the wall and got himself into a stance that said, “Bring it on you wanker.”
Once his habits had been satisfied, three seconds later, he further inspected the unraveling situation. The MPs outside the cell were down, one was injured, the invaders had opened the other cell, his own cell remained closed, so despite the kafuffle in the cell next door there was nothing he could do but further prepare himself. He eyed the fight warily.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:39 am
The black skeletal form was on all fours atop the dead moonie. It lowered itself and grasped the Drathonian by the skull in it's jaws, suddenly wrenching with it's head. A loud crack reverberated through the room as the corpse's neck was snapped. Killy lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. A growl escaped his exposed mouth which turned into a terrible birdlike screech, then quickly turning into a moaning howl as the membrane encased the lower jaw once more. The moan further reverberated as the flesh swelled like a balloon against the force. The psychotic Ottyo ran on all fores like a freak; there was no galloping grace, but instead, a demented and crablike moving of limbs. In a moment, he ran out the door at great speed.
****
As soon as Killy was gone, Cibo ran out of her cell and grabbed an EV-47 from a fallen guard and then her PDA off the table. She quickly sprinted to the doorway with a grim and vicious smile on her face. "Cibo! Let us out!" Marcus called from the cell.
"F*ck you."
"But the guard, he still might die!" Cibo gave off a snort of some unseen emotion before quickly tapping Fred and Marcus' cell open. And then she was gone. Marcus quickly tapped the comm lines of the guard station. "This is Captain Marcus Wright! We have Drathonian Moonies aboard Saratar Station at Sector AA 23, detention block! I repeat, we have Drathonian Moonies aboard Saratar Station at Sector AA 23, detention block! Do not engage the black one! We will want him alive!"
****
'As if you care he dies or not...Now, I want to see this thing in action with my own eyes!'
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:11 am
Fred was now in full marine mode, he did not ask what was going on because he did not need to: there were enemies on board, there was one casualty and five wounded, one of which was serious. One of the four in the cells had given chase, two of them were his superiors, and he himself was the lowest ranking soldier present.
"But you are no longer a marine," a voice in the back of his mind whispered. "Maybe, but I still gotta gun," he replied.
He turned towards Marcus. "Orders, Sir? Should I pursue?" he asked them in a very flat tone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:36 am
Dart was furious. The other moonies clustered together in fear as they watched their leader pace back and forth. They had caught up with the black moonie almost as soon as he had left the brig; and then the screaming had started.
All of a sudden Dart swiveled around and stared at his four subordinates. Slowly he pulled his breathing mask out of his webbing and pulled it on. “I extend a simple courtesy and act as polite as possible; I even break my deal and save their man and they -” his distorted, almost mechanical voice trailed off as Killy's screech echoed down the hall.
Then, with renewed vigour he started again, yelling, “They savage him! They horrendously murder one of my subordinates.” Looking at the stolen EV-47's hanging from the red moonies' belts he seemed to stop in thought and then nodded slowly. “Take up positions, we meet the beast here. Full power, a simple stun setting won't stop him.” Dart's voice had become as hard as steel, the force behind it brushed away the fear gripping his fellow spies like an unwanted cobweb. They quickly drew their pistols and took up positions around the hallway.
Dart placed himself in the middle of the formation, slightly in front of all the red shirts. “Oh. If the girl shows up, do try your best not to shoot her. I want to know why she thinks I know her.” He called back to them offhandedly as he drew his sword.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:11 pm
"No Fred. Make sure the MP's here are stable and watch my back; I don't want a moonie sticking a shiv in my back while I work the console." Marcus spoke calmly. He quickly typed in a line of commands into the security system, and cursed when he misspelled. "Dammit. Cibo was always better at this stuff!" Marcus gave the orders again, and an image popped on screen. Killy was running, sniffing the air as he strode on all fours, chest close and almost brushing the floor. He panned the camera to get a better look, and Cibo was not far behind. She still has some legs on her. The view skipped forwards until four red figures and one in black could be seen at the end of a hallway. "Fred, I want your opinion. What's the chances of our...deeply distressed friend of surviving this head on?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:40 pm
"Yes, Sir," Fred replied. He quickly went about checking on the MPs, he had already noted the neck wound so gave a cursory glance at the others for the sake of triage. He also looked over towards the gored remains of the dead moonie still lying in a cell, and concluded that it was not a high priority. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder he set about grabbing a first aide kit from off the wall and got to work on the injured MP.
"You are one lucky punk, you know that?" Fred said to the semi-concious MP, "The knife missed the jugular, but it did catch your windpipe, so that is why it is hard for you to breath right now. I'll get you fixed up and on your way." He started cleaning the wound and applying antiseptic.
"You talking about the woman or feather-head? Not sure about Cibo, but if youare talking about the alien, considering what happened to the poor scalie back there, I wouldn't count him out," Fred replied without taking his eyes off of his work, "Well, I have done all I can do here, I've got him bandaged up, but he still needs medical attention as soon as possible."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 4:59 pm
"To be honest Fred, I've got half a mind to go charging in with those two psychos." Marcus said. He stooped over and quickly recovered a pistol from one of the guards. "You?" He gave a quick glance towards the monitor and saw Killy round the corner and into the hallway. It was just beginning.
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Cibo stuck her head around the corner and watched as the Ottyo ran on all fours, zigzagging and leaping back and forward on all fours; they could only hit his armored helmet, shoulders and arms. Maybe a leg if they were lucky. From a glance, the head and shoulders were the most armored anyways. 'Heh, they must have known this would happen sooner or later!' With Killy closing in as a distraction, she leaned out from cover and fired at the two closest Moonies. She wanted Dart alive.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 5:46 pm
"Me, Sir?" Fred asked as he finished up repacking the first aide supplies, the he turned back to face Marcus, "Well, Sir, I am not much of a medic. I either fly, or I run. There isn't a scimitar around, so you just say the word and I'll start running like I stole something."
Sensing where things were going, he unslung his rifle and checked its charge.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:41 pm
Dart gripped the hilt of his rapier tighter. Things were not going as well as they could have. The EV-47's couldn't even manage to dint the aliens thick armour-plated front. To top it all off the girl had showed up and begun to fire at the red shirts.
He would have to think fast, the alien would be among them soon. Turning towards his subordinates he saw one fall to the ground as a shot clipped his shoulder. “Up, up!” he yelled at the fallen moonie, before directing his attention to the others, “All supporting units disperse and cause havoc in category two targets.”
Behind his mask Dart smiled, soon the red shirts would be making their way towards new targets, like the med ward and mess, in hopes of confusing any forces the remaining two humans had called for. Yet, first he would need to deal with the alien before he slipped away.
Momentarily locking his gaze on Killy, Dart calculated how much time he had to waste. Then, looking towards Cibo, he raised his sword in salute before almost lazily running the blade along eight of the gas capsules at his belt. Behind his mask the moonie's grin became wider and wider as he stared at the girl until becoming obscured from view by the disorienting gas.
Shaking off the effects of the gas, Dart stepped farther into the cloud; remembering his goggles he quickly snatched them from his kit and pulled them on. As Dart shifted his grip on his sword the little spy tensed, ready to strike as soon as the hulking alien came within range.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 9:33 pm
Cibo surged forward right behind Killy, donning her soft helmet and wading through the gas at her ankles. "Killy!" she yelled. The Ottyo stopped in it's tracks, and cocked it's head to the side. "HE IS MINE! DO YOU HEAR ME?! MINE!" She screeched. For a moment, the distraught Ottyo skittered to and fro, as though trying to decide weather or not to attack her or Dart. The Ottyo rushed forward and scaled the wall briefly climbing with screeching metal and claws onto the ceiling's girders. He was right atop Dart. "Oh no you..." Killy leaped past Dart and down the hall way after his fleeing prey. "Heh. Just you and me now Dart." As the gas rose, she cut a swath with her hand, better revealing herself fr a moment in a dramatic gesture. Cibo quickly started banging a way with her EV-47 with the intention of maiming him. Even a quadriplegic could be interrogated.
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The two Drathonians heading towards the hanger, one of them was wounded on the shoulder. "Come! We can still set off the detonation packs in the hanger!" Out of the billowing gas and smoke was the Ottyo, smeared in his first victim's blood and viscera. The wounded one was bleeding profusely; a major blood way was open and pouring out his lifeblood.
"We can't outrun him!"
"I will make it, I just need to outrun you!" The healthy Moonie shoved the other, who then tumbled and fell.
"You a$$hole!" he yelled after his fleeing compatriot. As he stood, he drew out a crowbar, and suddenly felt a powerful grasp yank it from his own from behind. The crowbar suddenly spurted forth from his chest. He was then nailed onto the metal walls of Saratar, like a collector's insect.
The moonie looked over his shoulder and saw what happened. He kept on running and running for the Hanger.
****
"Security, take over troop movements. I'm heading out." Marcus turned to Fred with a confident air of strength. "Lets go see if the crazies need a hand eh?"
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