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Post by Ayen on Feb 14, 2013 22:46:57 GMT -6
A woman sat in a small cell inside a Vulture's outpost shaped like a square and containing silver walls, floors and a matching ceiling. A bed and a toilet plus one sink positioned on the north part of the room with an automatic steel door directly across it with a small window near the top. Three soldiers clad in black military uniform with a red vulture head on their right shoulder approached the prison door, their faces also covered in black masks. The leader of the trio slid the guard key through the lock and the door came open, allowing the three entry as it closed behind them. The woman tilted her head back and looked up at the three men, the leader of which began interrogating her.
“What is your name?” asked the soldier.
“Sandra Bush,” she replied jokingly.
“Where are you from, Sandra Bush?”
“A galaxy far, far away,” she joked again.
“Enough! What was your ship doing in Isafaro's airspace?”
“You tell me. One minute I'm traveling the galaxy, the next I'm ripping through a skyscraper. Not my finest moment.”
“We found this on your person at the crash site.”
The soldier took a black and silver mechanical straight hilt that was twenty centimeters long from the fellow soldier on his right and held it upright for the woman to see.
“What is it?”
“Mine.”
The woman held up her hand and the soldier felt an invisible force tugging on the hilt until it overpowered him and the hilt flew from his grasp and into the woman's as she ignited a blue light from the top of the hilt that formed the blade part of the weapon, it was a foreign weapons to the soldiers at the outpost as she rushed the three suddenly and swung the blade, slashing through their flesh and burning them as well as the three men fell to the ground dead but no blood escaped the wounds inflicted by the weapon. The woman disengaged the weapon and hooked it to her waist before crouching down and searching the soldiers. She examined their weapons to see that they fired metal projectiles she wasn't accustomed to instead of blaster bolts and security clearance cards to give them access to different rooms. The leader was Security Clearance B while the other two were C. She kept the cards and one of their rifles before departing the prison cell. As soon as she did she felt a disturbance around the bodies of the men whose lives she slain and turned just in time to see the three men stand up. Their skin starting to decade as they growled at the woman standing across the threshold into the cell. The woman was quick to close the door with the key card she had just acquired and locked them into the prison cell. The sound of their hands slamming into the prison door ringed out through the room as the woman started to walk away.
“What kind of freak show are you running around here?” she said to no one in particular. The woman shook it off and then began to search for her droids.
Dark Side points gained.
Light Side Points: 0
Dark Side Points: 3 |
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Post by Khralse on Feb 15, 2013 22:19:00 GMT -6
Darkness.
It had remained in darkness for this long... How long? How long? Time had stopped, only darkness. No senses. It had been... Missing File. Syntax Error. Error. Error. Error... The Darkness was still pressing in. Missing, parts were missing. Important parts. It cannot... Missing File. Syntax Error. Darkness overtook it again, and it vanished again.
Several blast doors remained guarded and sealed, the storehouse marked G/03 was under permanent lock-down. The doors had been locked ten years ago, and the contents of that storehouse were need-to-know only. Two men stood guard, armed and remaining at their posts despite the sudden clamour. The room had to remain under lock and key, whatever was in there had been hidden for a decade and looked like it'd remain there for decades to come... It had been silent, people said there was a lot of activity when whatever was behind those doors first arrived but nowadays there was just silence, guarding what felt like a crypt, a forgotten tomb.
There WAS activity, though. Someone had riled up the prisoners in the next compound over, yet the guards had to remain like solemn statues. Everyone but these two men had started to move, and an alarm started to blare. The bunker was unaffected, not even more guards to stand in front of the heavy metal doors. It was an island amid the storm, a forgotten rock in a sea of change and activity. Something dwelt within, and whether forgotten or ignored it remained under lock and key.
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Post by Ayen on Feb 15, 2013 23:20:11 GMT -6
The alarm sounded and the woman sensed more soldiers drawing in on her position through the Force, it allowed her to slip pass them unnoticed as she continued her search for her two droids. The hustling of soldier feet came to a stop just in time for the prison door the woman had locked to burst open by the power of the now undead soldiers who were fired upon by their own. The bullets burst through their bodies and their bodies mutated from the damage as they mauled the living soldiers and they met their death. But just like the three now undead soldiers the five that arrived at the woman's cell came back to life, making the total of undead men in the outpost eight and the eight was now free.
The woman found her way to the door that had two living guards watching over it. She sneaked up to the two and attempted to perform a mind trick to make them go to sleep but the guards were seemingly unaffected for some reason, which indicated they had something protecting their mind from penetration.
“Oh well, back to basics.”
The woman came out of hiding and threw the hilt of her light saber without igniting it into the head of the first guard while blocking the gunfire of the second with a quick force push on the barrel that caused it to backfire before charging at the two and knocking them unconscious with her bare hands and feet. There was no point killing them if they were just going to come back as zombies. She grabbed her saber hilt and opened the door in question to look inside and just as she did so she heard guns being cocked behind her as more soldiers came up at her rear.
“Stop where you are!”
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Feb 16, 2013 0:39:42 GMT -6
He had a job to do. Just one. Protect his master. However, with recent issues of realities and conflicts, keeping to that was hard. Not so much because he could not handle what came up to fight, but because he lost track of where and who she was. Her being a Firrerreo did not help in his task, and recently he had lost her in a rather large firefight. Now, he was taking up his normal duty when he was alone.
Assassination.
Breaking into this facility was a job sent to him by a rebellion in the area. He didn't know why they wanted meatbags to die in the area, but he was glad to be told o freely kill meatbags who had it coming. Or didn't. It really didn't matter to him.
He managed to get in via cargo hauler. Every facility had one, and he could easily pose as a simple lifter robot. Seemed to be enough miscellaneous things doing odds and ends in Isafaro. He then made his way in the facility, powered down to minimum and waiting in the shadow above a tall hallway, body condensed in size to avoid attention. He was glad Master Revan gave him magnetized feet. It proved quite useful when attacking two-dimensionally thinking enemies.
The woman who burst out while he waited surprised him, and his orange photreceptors powered on dully to scan the being as she made her way out of the cell and to the door beneath him
Scanning... Threat level high. Proficiency in-
Rerunning scanning subroutine. New data indicates Force user.
Threat level high. Reallocating target prio-
Voice identification confirmed. Master Revan idenfitied.
The droid watched without a move, but its power systems began running at full. As he powered up to 85%, Revan went through the door. Her behavior was uncanny, keeping the meatbags alive by hitting them with her lightsaber hilt. He would not be so silly.
Scanning new targets. Threat priority level: HIGH. Engaging.
As silent as ever, HK-47 disabled his magnetic boots, and with a well-calculated roll, came down feet first onto the guard on the right's shoulders.
The first guard's torso accordioned into the rest of the body, legs shoving up into the abdomen and chest as they was forced downwards, before being smashed by the descending droid. The other was more fortunate, because as HK-47 descended, he activated his rifle and swung it from his back, lancing through the soldier with a disintegration beam, rendering him from a once-identifiable being to a cloud of black ash. HK-47 landed not facing Revan, and he paused for a moment, then half-turned his body.
Statement: Hello, master.
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Post by Khralse on Feb 16, 2013 1:06:05 GMT -6
Brightness. Oh god it burned! Pitch black to cruel, unending white! It burned it burned it burned! So bright! There were figures... Figures... People...
Within the room was a macabre site if ever there was one. A scaffold was affixed in the centre of what appeared to be a rather gruesome workshop, heavy machines and numerous shelves of tools lining the walls, and a large set of control panels in one corner of the room, an observation deck opposite and high above. There was no light, save for what was cast in through the doorway, revealing dust settled ages ago and left forgotten. There were both hand-held tools all the way up to arrays of mechanical arms ending in all manner of appendages and apparatuses. Dust had settled on everything, undisturbed until the door had opened, and the air was stale beyond image.
Hanging from the scaffold hang a massive, gutted metal form. Marks and dents and wounds covered the huge frame, and the floor under it was heavily stained black. The thing seemed to be aquatic in nature, and made from thick plates of dark blue metal. Mostly deconstructed and disembowelled, however... Hydraulics and metallic musculature had been ripped away at some parts and surgically separated at others, and over half of its body had been disassembled or outright ruined and destroyed, scraps and mangled remnant lying helter-skelter while many other parts and pieces were arranged in open storage bins. The head was remarkably gruesome, half of it ripped away at some areas, cut in others, and apparently burned or blasted at parts. Wires ran from all over the form and connects to seemingly dormant machines, and the one good eye hung limp, the mouth slack... Though it moved.
Its voice was weak, an ancient plea but one that had been saved for this time and otherwise would've been saved 'til the end of time: A plea it clutched to and saved through the darkness, the endless silence, the timeless wait...
"...kill me..."
The body barely twitched, swinging in the gantry as it begged with what little it had left, jaw working slowly as it spoke.
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Post by Ayen on Feb 16, 2013 17:11:22 GMT -6
"Statement: Hello, master."
“I see you made it out okay. Have you seen Teethree anywhere?”
"...kill me..."
Master's eyes wandered about the workshop before finally falling upon the mechanical being that was begging for its life to be taken, or what little of it remained after it undergone whatever it was the soldiers here had done to it. A trace of pity could be found on the woman's face as she looked it over and spoke,
“What are you?”
But she never forgot about the little matter of undead soldiers.
“HK, watch the door. The guards I killed during my escape came back to life somehow and I heard them breaking out of the prison door I sealed them in. Keep a look out.” |
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Post by Khralse on Feb 19, 2013 4:06:15 GMT -6
"I am..."
The being had to stop, a sound like the scratching of a three and a half floppy drive kicked up for a few seconds. The thing talked again. There was no movement save for the futile and seemingly disjointed waggling of the half-jaw when it spoke. Whatever happened to this monstrosity was thorough.
"...Broken."
The drive-sound started up again, its remaining eye seemed to shift with a weak scratching noise within the remnants of its head. The Disk-Drive noise started up again as the thing moved the eye, dusty glass lense searching for whoever was talking to it, but seemingly unable to move and lock onto Revan.
"I was..."
A pause...
"Error. I am Error."
The thing's jaw hung open for a few seconds, there came a sound, like metal on metal, a slight scrape. Was something moving? some dust fell, another scrape, more dust. The thing's jaw started to work again as it seemed to search for words, all it could find again was;
"Kill me."
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Feb 19, 2013 20:40:18 GMT -6
"Statement: As ordered, master. Please do listen to that thing in there. Another meatbag atrocity like that does not deserve to exist any longer than it has.[/font]
The HK-series droid turned its head, then suddenly and very powerfully extended it's arm at the corner of the intersecting hall. What was meant to be a clothesline for a running soldier was poorly timed, and rather than sending the soldier flipping, HK-47's fist went through the meatbag's head. The hapless soldier's body started to spin on the unmoving axis, but gravity brought it back down to hang on the arm.
Exclamation: Oops.
The exclamation seemed very insincere.
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Post by Ayen on Feb 20, 2013 4:04:49 GMT -6
"Statement: As ordered, master. Please do listen to that thing in there. Another meatbag atrocity like that does not deserve to exist any longer than it has."
"I am... Broken. I was... Error. I am Error. Kill me."
“How do I fix you and get you down from here?”
"Exclamation: Oops."
“Make sure he's dead. I get it's unlikely he isn't but I don't want to take any chances. There's something off about this place.” |
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Post by Khralse on Feb 21, 2013 18:29:01 GMT -6
It thought, more scratching noises, digging back... back...
"S-switch... Panel."
The eye creaked uncomfortably in its skull again, still trying to focus on the voice. There were, in fact, a number of large metal clamps and harnesses holding the gutted thing up, suspending it from the scaffold. It wanted to scream, remembering when those clamps first locked in, it was so long ago but that pain... The thing would never forget that pain, as long as it lived. The thing was struggling even to speak, and it was readily apparent. More dust fell, that strange creaking again. Was it moving?
"Hurts... Think hurt..."
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Feb 24, 2013 0:01:47 GMT -6
Acknolwedgement: With pleasure, master. Regenerating foes just happen to be my favorite.[/font]
HK-47's sensors acknowledged the presence of movement where he landed, and his accordioned foe started to pick itself up. Without any hesitation, he stomped on it mercilessly, metal foot ruining what repair progress it had made. His disintegration rifle fired off and turned the mashed soldier into mashed ash. He then removed his fist-kill by kicking the meatbag off from it into the wall aside, splattering more brain bits everywhere. He kept his rifle at the ready but did not fire. The man started to heal, and after a moment, got up. HK-47 responded with kicking his knee inwards and ripping out ne of his arms. He stopped from there and let the man sit there in pain.
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Post by Ayen on Feb 24, 2013 10:11:27 GMT -6
"S-switch... Panel. Hurts... Think hurt..."
Master looked over to the nearby panel and walked over to it, she switched it to say “release” allowing for the injured shark body to be gently brought down to the floor of the room for her to examine it further. Going back to it and coming down to one knee to get a closer look while HK-47 did his thing outside.
“They sure did a number on you. Let's see here...”
Master began to attempt repairs on the cyborg while continuing communications with it.
“You have a name?” |
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Post by Khralse on Feb 24, 2013 17:59:22 GMT -6
"release", the clamps popped open loudly, sparks flying as the clamps broke free and dropped the metal frame down, scaffold pulling away slightly. The thing's remnant's clattered loudly onto the ground, loose plates reverberating and pieces bending and ringing out as the shark landed. A monitor on the console flickered to life, showing a full inventory of whatever was stripped out, listing more broken parts than available ones, and many missing or shipped elsewhere.
"a-aahh... Nng... I..."
The disk-scratch noise started up again along with some rough scraping noises new to the normal din of the thing's thoughts. The jaw worked again, the head moving weakly as the sound came out, not lining up with the jaw's weak movements at all, head bobbing slightly from the movements scraping against the floor. It was like watching a broken puppet dubbed with the wrong sound track.
"I am.... Error."
As buttons were pressed mechanical arms started to move, trial and error seeming to cause them to activate tools or manipulate the air in unusual ways, a breaching drill turning and gouging through a manipulator arm's main motor, rendering it broken and useless, then soon parts were being picked up and moved towards the broken husk.
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Post by Sherwood the Kinda-Great on Feb 24, 2013 18:29:20 GMT -6
The man's body yet again started to heal, the spot the arm was ripped from already began to reform.
Suggestion: I recommend you cease repairing yourself after I do damage to you. I will not allow you to reach a point of operation. Though trying to continue is still what I want.[/font]
The meatbag yelled something unintelligible at HK-47, thanks to a jab of HK-47's fingers into the man's Adam's apple. The man gurgled and fell over, prompting HK-47 to assist the dropping man by stomping him into the ground. He picked up the old arm and began using it to beat the downed soldier.
Mockery: Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself.
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Post by Ayen on Feb 25, 2013 9:44:12 GMT -6
"a-aahh... Nng... I..."
“I didn't quite catch that.”
"I am.... Error."
“Your name can't be Error. What was it before?”
Outside the room with HK the wounded man underneath the android's foot began to mutate, tentacles sprouting out of the man's body flew every which way with the goal of knocking the android off long enough to stand up, growing in strength and endurance as the sound of more undead creatures started to grow closer.
“Well that can't be good.” |
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