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Post by Lena Marr on Sept 13, 2016 16:00:33 GMT
Listening to everything that Atticus Batman said, Lena Marr realized that he and she were completely different brands of killers. He cared about the look in their eye when they died, she did not. He believed in individualized killings, she could care less about that. When she massacred all those people at the Fork one day not long ago, she never looked at the individual as she blurred from victim to victim, but only felt invigorated by the red splattered tableau across the grey landscape that resulted from her bladed handiwork. When Lena waited in the bathroom to assassinate Lady Christianna, Lena didn't care what look Lady had in her pink eyes when she died, but only wanted to see Lady's pink blood decorating the white wall behind her. In many ways, Lena considered herself an artist, not a Harbinger of Death such as Atticus, using her victims, even those who were innocent, as her brushes and canvass. If she was successful in her scheme to commit genocide, then the whole Earth and potentially all the Votans on it will be part of the biggest landscape of death she had ever painted, and therefore her feeling of living will be increased in leaps and bounds, if only for a brief while.
Of course, Lena didn't tell Atticus any of this, particularly that about Lady, as she never wanted to remind him that she had almost made Lady one of her works of murderous art, for he might then be reminded that her turn at his type of individualized justice had yet to take place. Lena knew that someday he would probably be looking into her unblinking sky blue eyes as he killed her for her sins, and that it was inevitable because of their career paths. However, she was sure she wouldn't soil her panties when that day came, although not so sure she could hide her fear, as Lena really did like to live, even if she only felt alive when she was killing or loving someone, with the former being easier for her to do.
So Lena merely shook her white tresses in agreement, a wicked grin gracing her pretty chalk white face as she said, "I was just wondering - but its just a Hypothatticus question. Anyway I'll leave you to Lady and your Commander thingee."
Lena plopped down in an empty seat in the Riot's passenger compartment, as far away her lover, Marcel Lestrange as she could manage. Lena was sure he was watching Sandy Bell's butt from where he was, so was surprised when he walked over to where she sat. A pout quickly formed on her alabaster face as she quickly crossed her arms tightly against her ample bosom, speaking to him before he had a chance to get a word out.
"I KNOW you want Sandy because I've been watching you watch her!" Lena began in a low but strident tone, "I know it would also vex your archenemy Volo-Polo to no end if you bed her, and I know blond beauties are kind of exotic and I know she has a cute ass, although I STILL think mine is cuter, but I can't forgive you for betraying me although I can choose NOT to kill you, but I may kill her - I'm undecided on that - because I love you still even though you don't love me anymore, but I'm a big girl and can take it as I have many times before SOOOOOO no skin off my nose if you want to make the biggest mistake of your life by leaving me for a blond bimbo who does have a cute ass, I will admit, and give up something much more unique and precious - ME!"
As Lena finished her monologue and took a breath, Atticus moved to where his wife, Lady Christianna was sitting alone, sitting next to her as she cuddled closer to him, leaning on his arm and asking, "Things okay?"
"Not sure," growled Atticus, for he always growled, even when saying hello, and Lady loved that about him as she loved everything about him, although it was a bit disconcerting that he was unsure about anything, for in her experience, he never was.
Meanwhile, now that the Riot was loaded and they were about to take off, Sandy Bell gave a sigh of relief, before glancing to where her lover, Volodja Uljanov, sat alone and glum. She sighed yet again, this time not in relief but in resignation. She knew she hadn't treated him right, trying to push him away because of her concern that his love for her would get him killed sooner or later. Still, she couldn't deny that she loved him more than life itself, and she was selfish in that she didn't want to give up that love because of her worries about tomorrow. So, Sandy smiled warmly at Volodja as she walked toward where he sat, giving him a slight nudge with her butt as she went to sit down so that he would make room for her, sitting and taking his arm in her tan hands then leaning on his shoulder as she spoke.
"Sorry I've been such a bitch to you," Sandy apologized to Volodja, "But I really, really, do fear I'm going to get you fucking killed while you're trying to protect me. You have to realize - I chose to be a soldier, and getting killed in battle is a risk for every soldier who is doing his or her duty. You have so much more to offer this damn world than being a mere soldier like me, with your wisdom and knowledge. If YOU died, the world would be so much lesser, as opposed to if I did, when it would be just another grunt dying for a hopefully noble cause. Still, I wouldn't give up our love for anything - especially my life - for it would mean nothing without you. You have to promise me that the next time I'm in a life threatening situation, you'll leave me to my fate!"
With that said, Sandy turned to Volodja and kissed him long and hard, not caring who saw them or how much it was conduct not becoming an officer in a battle zone.
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Post by Luuzuk Kshaa on Sept 13, 2016 21:47:02 GMT
"Thanks for the kind words," Lu answered to Atika as she smiled at her, "And I'll be really glad to be your sister and a best friend, although I'm still new to all this brother and sister relationship as it was not so long ago when I learned I even have a twin brother. If I don't lose my mind completely that is. But your words got me thinking of one thing. I mean, if that Irzu or any other god was indeed trying to 'guide' me to see my friends and teammates as enemies or prey, they would have a hard time convincing me. They should know by now I'd rather ask Taffer or Atticus to put a bullet in my head then to let me attack our friends. But then, what if it's not the animal was supposed to be my spiritual guide, but it was me who was chosen to guide that poor kitty away from attacking our team? Maybe all this trouble was orchestrated to keep our friends safe? Or maybe that is Irsu's favorite cat and she didn't want it to get hurt when it tried to attack our people?"
Lu laughed at the silliness of her latest proposal but then suddenly stopped as she saw through the ship's frontal viewport that Taffer was standing right in front of the ship and looking at her.
"Jek, I've forgot to send the scan data!" Lu exclaimed as she tapped her forehead before touching the keyboard.
"Either we're being very lucky or someone is definitely helping us," Lu commented as she was sending the data from the ship's scanner to Taffer's EGO. "Someone has created a tunnel for us… again. All he has to do is to perform a couple of charged punches right here."
Just after she sent the data and her findings to Taffer, her brother Vo stormed into the cockpit and pulled her out of the seat in to his tight embrace.
"Lu! are you okay?" He shouted in a very agitated voice, "I could not detect your EGO even after I got inside the Riot! Jek, I can't detect it even now! what happened to Klimi? Does she need repairs?"
"Well well," Lu said, trying to escape from Vo's embrace or at least to make herself some breathing space, "That's a long and probably not too pleasant story. In short, I was a little out of my mind and Taffer decided that I and my EGO need some time to relax and have a rest. Please don't worry, I'm fine now or at least I think I am, and Klimi will be back online in a day or two like Taffer said. But I guess Atika's right about you that you won't calm down until you hear the full story, so please take a seat and get ready to listen. But first of all, does this picture look familiar to you?"
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Post by Taffer on Sept 13, 2016 22:54:14 GMT
"I guess we've found weak spot," Taffer said as he finally received the scan result and recommendations from Lu. "Or, to be precise, someone created it for us. Now let's see if we can trust Lu's exceptional knowledge."
He fully charged the Pulverizer and released its energy in a powerful blast as he jumped towards the place Lu specified. Next moment, a cloud of dust mounted up around him, hiding him entirely, and when is subsided, nothing but a hole in the ground could be seen.
"Haste makes waste," Attila heard Taffer's voice from the hole and a second later a hook with a rope tied to it popped out of it and then the Pulverizer followed.
"Please attach the rope to something sturdy so I can climb out," Taffer asked, "If everything else fails, the Pulverizer itself could be a good anchor if dug into the ground."
As Attila got busy with the rope, Taffer went deeper through the tunnel. Soon ship's sensors could detect a change in the protective field around the island.
"It's starting to become suspicious," Taffer said as he climbed out of the hole. "It all looks too easy. I see the rest of our team got back to the ship so there's nothing that holds us at this place anymore. So let's get aboard and move to our last point on this island so we can finally get away safely."
As they entered the ship, Taffer quickly glanced over his teammates and guests before taking his place at the pilot seat. The one who he stayed a little longer with was Sandy.
"All wounded men from your squad were safely moved to the Vigilant," he reported to her, "Too bad we cannot do anything about those who died, but Murdock, Attila, Atika and Lu did everything they could so that those who were still alive stayed with us. Glad you made it out alive too. Volodya, your men played a key role in keeping as many of our people alive as they could, and I'm sure your share was not too small in it. So my special thanks goes to you too."
"Doctor Euthanasius Todt if I'm not mistaken," Taffer turned to the Doctor next, "I'm Taffer, second in command of the Protectors team. I'd be glad to talk some more, but our time is limited so I ask you to take your seat and fasten your belt as it's going to be a quick jump."
"Okay team," he addressed the rest. "On our last location, we're going to salvage what was left of out Garilu rover and reprogram the last shield generator. I'll take the generator, you'll take the salvage operation. Once the generators are down, I expect we'll be able to connect our portal with the Vigilant right away. So I ask you to be ready to transport Dr Todt, his assistant and his equipment immediately after we get the connection. Now get ready for a takeoff and a quick landing."
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Post by Sandy Bell on Sept 14, 2016 14:01:11 GMT
"Okay team," Taffer addressed the rest. "On our last location, we're going to salvage what was left of out Garilu rover and reprogram the last shield generator. I'll take the generator, you'll take the salvage operation. Once the generators are down, I expect we'll be able to connect our portal with the Vigilant right away. So I ask you to be ready to transport Dr Todt, his assistant and his equipment immediately after we get the connection. Now get ready for a takeoff and a quick landing."
Sandy Bell immediately stood up, requesting from Taffer and Commander Batman, "Sirs, permission to collect the bodies of my men that died at the Garilu as you salvage it! There are some body bags in the first aid storage here on the Riot, and I promise not to interfere with your operations on salvaging the Garilu and I won't take any personnel from the salvage operation, other than myself. I also promise you that when you tell me it's time to evac, I will, even if I haven't finished my task. My actions got them killed, so the least I can do is get their bodies back to their loved ones, so please... please let me do this!"
Sandy stood at attention before the two men, tears welling in her blue eyes which she refused to release although her lower lip quivered almost imperceptibly, as she waited for their answer.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Sept 14, 2016 18:32:53 GMT
"Who said anything about leaving you, my precious?" asked Marcel Lestrange. "Not me, because as you said - leaving would be a biggest mistake to make. Unusual mind in perfect body - that is who you are. You are one of the kind, so I would not change you for anybody else. I love YOU, not anybody else. And I love your butt because it is perfect handful. Just let me prove it..."
Marcel planted gentle kiss to Lena's white neck. Then another. And another. With every kiss he moved towards her shoulder, making the shoulder strap of her dress to slide with the help of his teeth. Marcel's hands found their way under Lena's dress and he gave an affectionate simultaneous double squeeze to both of her round, firm and bare buttocks, because Lena hadn't anything under her dress.
Sandy's request made him lift his head to Lena's white ear and whisper: "Maybe we should support that noble request?" And he added through Lena's communication link while his hands were caressing Lena's bottom as his lips were doing the same thing with Lena's neck and shoulders:
"Not because I am moved by her tears. Or care about arranging decent rites for the fallen. I am not going to lift a finger to put those corpses into body bags. But gathering those bodies is going to take time. Salvaging that piece of junk metal is going to take time. By that time, Boris and that other ...creature will reach further with their little submarine, so they will have considerable edge. Chances that they release the virus are going to increase with every extra moment these good-doers will waste on sentimental nonsense.
Once the virus is released there will be no way to stop it and then we have our chance to save the world. For a reasonable price, of course. We! Not the good doers but we are ones who will succeed! And at the same time I can also prevail over that wanker Volodja Uljanov without an extra effort, because he proves to be totally useless blabbermouth when we get the fame and scrip for saving the world. Or at least remains of the world. Good doers get nothing."
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Post by Lena Marr on Sept 14, 2016 22:57:44 GMT
Lena Marr's unblinking sky blue eyes brightened, although whether it was because of what her lover, Marcel Lestrange, said or because of what he did with his very talented hands on her ass, was somewhat in question, but Lena whispered in his ear as he nibbled on her chalk white neck and shoulder, "Superb idea Pooh Bear! And after that, I know an empty bathroom where we can have some me - I mean we - time!"
Lena then said loudly to the Protectors' team, "Sandy's right! We can't leave our brave boys to rot on some foreign soil! They need to be brought back home to have a good Christian burial! It just wouldn't be right not to!"
That said, Lena grabbed both of Marcel's hand in hers, softly singing, "The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out..." as she led him to the empty restroom to make mad passionate love.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Sept 15, 2016 11:35:39 GMT
Sandy Bell immediately stood up, requesting from Taffer and Commander Batman, "Sirs, permission to collect the bodies of my men that died at the Garilu as you salvage it! There are some body bags in the first aid storage here on the Riot, and I promise not to interfere with your operations on salvaging the Garilu and I won't take any personnel from the salvage operation, other than myself. I also promise you that when you tell me it's time to evac, I will, even if I haven't finished my task. My actions got them killed, so the least I can do is get their bodies back to their loved ones, so please... please let me do this!"
Sandy stood at attention before the two men, tears welling in her blue eyes which she refused to release although her lower lip quivered almost imperceptibly, as she waited for their answer. Within seconds after, Lena then said loudly to the Protectors' team, "Sandy's right! We can't leave our brave boys to rot on some foreign soil! They need to be brought back home to have a good Christian burial! It just wouldn't be right not to!"
I listened to Sandy and then Lena and gruffly said sternly but calmly (as I am almost always calm with Lady snuggled into me), "Sandy I am not sure why that would be a problem as even I know that we should honor the dead if they deserve it and they definitely do as they gave their lives to help ensure others would live. So that's fine with me. Retrieve our departed PROTECTORS, so we can take them all home with us.
Besides I have already been to the Garilu and from what I can tell, even though it's cabin walls are mostly gone as are some of the computer systems and big chunks of it's roof, It's main infrastructure, and floor all seem to be intact for the most part, as does a decent portion of it's roof. Lady and I also managed to get the remaining system running and the maneuvering thrusters appeared to be mainly intact. However there is no longer any actual driving controls left. So if we hook it to whatever vehicle Vo has in the hold, then we may be able to divert all the Garilu's remaining power into it's maneuvering thrusters and use the vehicle to tow the Garilu into position to re-dock it to the Riot.
However you must do so as quickly as you can. So I am sure we can spare a person or two to help you, but Taffer and I have the right to recall that person to help us if we decide their help is needed to get us off this daking island! I will need Vo to help me as we are talking severe engineering issues and probably at least one other person. However I don't know how much help Taffer will need. So I will let him decide who joins me and Vo in the salvage op, Who he takes on his shield reprogramming op, who you take on your Protector retrieval mission and who stays to man the Riot."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Sept 15, 2016 12:06:48 GMT
Volodja Uljanobv thought about sandy's request...Counsellor inside him warned that although collecting bodies might allow Sandy to ease her conscious through Catharsis effect which ends up with purification of her emotions it might also not work and she may get an emotional trauma, so he should be there in any case. Lover inside him said that he has to be by her side on that tough moment, because in better or worse they should be together, even if they hadn't put that aspect into the form of wows. Old fashioned gentleman reminded him that offering his help to that sad and bloody task would be the right thing to do. And there were other reasons to be with Sandy as well...This was one of those occasions when every facet of his heart and mind reached into consensus without arguing, so he said:
"If you don't mind then I will volunteer to undertaking duty. I am not sure about an opinion of men who were under my command, so it will be my personal volunteering. The operation seems to be over, and I wasn't exactly the model example of a commander anyway, so..."
Murdock stepped closer to him, saluted and said: "We had enough time to evaluate your actions during our operation, Sir, and with all due respect, I must tell that you are nuts." Then he suddenly grinned and added: "But you are our kind of nuts, so we are ready to help you out."
Another volunteer rose his head and said: "Hic! What will be party without drunken grave digger or someone similar? I, hic, think that I'll join you too, if you don't hic! I've got nothing else to do anyway, hic."
Volodja said apologetically to his beloved Sandy, looking her with his brown eyes as he was a puppy, caught on something that puppies aren't allowed to do: "I know that I am pushing myself on you once again but what kind of man I would be, if I was there for you only in good times? It's up to you and our commanding staff, but I would really like to be there for you."
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Post by Sandy Bell on Sept 15, 2016 15:55:48 GMT
As Commander Atticus Batman gave his approval and Volodja Uljanov and his men volunteered to help in Sandy Bell's mission to retrieve the bodies of the fallen men who had been under her command, Sandy mouthed a silent "Thank you," to her lover, Volodja, as she awaited Sub-commander Taffer allocation of their human resources. Sandy wasn't sure how many of the Riot's personnel and passengers would be needed to salvage the Garilu, which is why she had volunteered to do the body retrieval mission on her own, even though she was afraid she wouldn't be able to complete it without help, so was grateful for Volodja and the other's help if Taffer approved. So she stood silently at attention in front of Taffer, as Atticus had clearly left the human resources allocation to him, waiting for his commands and hoping they would at least allow Volodja to help her, for she really wasn't sure that she wouldn't emotionally fall apart doing the job without his moral support.
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Lady smiled enigmatically up at her husband, Atticus Batman, as she snuggled even closer to him, squeezing his large hand with both of her small chalk white ones reassuringly, as if to say without words, "Great job!", but then adding in a wispy whisper as she grew unconsciously ghostlike again, "Maybe see Kitty again."
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Lena Marr fairly dragged her lover, Marcel Lestrange, into the one-person water closet just next to the passenger compartment of the Riot, locking the door behind her. Her wicked grin firmly in place on her pretty chalk white face, Lena faced the sink with her back to Marcel, wiggling her derriere seductively at him and lifting the back of her dress with one alabaster hand to allow him easy access while her other hand reached back to stroke his manhood into hardness, which didn't take much time. Soon, Marcel made love to her doggie style and it wasn't long before they both climaxed simultaneously.
With him still inside her, Lena lifted one shapely leg straight upwards, then while holding her uplifted ankle with one hand, expertly pivoted it over his head so that she was facing him. With both her feet now firmly on the ground, Lena gently pushed him back so that he was sitting on the commode and she was straddling him, whereupon she used the muscles in her vagina to contract and expand until he was hard, then she began a rocking motion until they both reached orgasm once again.
As Lena straddled Marcel's lap, sweating and panting, her grin grew wider as she remarked, "I love you and could do this ALL day Pooh Bear, but we better get back to where the action is - not that this wasn't action, but you know what I mean!"
With that said, Lena stood up, smoothing her dress down and combing her white tresses with both hands while she looked in the mirror above the sink in the tiny bathroom, thinking to herself that life was indeed good, and that she was both the prettiest and the luckiest girl in her world, which frankly, was the ONLY world important to her.
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Post by Taffer on Sept 15, 2016 22:39:17 GMT
"It was my command that started the operation," Taffer answered to Sandy as he piloted the spacecraft to descend to their destination, "So it's my responsibility too that those people have lost their lives for us. I'd help you with retrieving their bodies myself, but I'm afraid I'll be busy with disabling the last shield generator with no one to replace me on that task. But I see we have enough volunteers, so be it. Sandy, Volodya, Lena, Marcel and Murdock with his squad will go ahead and retrieve the bodies. I'm sending so many people on this part because it was already proven many times that this jungle is dangerous. So stay close to each other and watch each other's back on your search. I don't want any more deaths here. Also stay connected with Atticus who may request some help on the Garilu."
"Landing gear," Lu reminded calmly as the spacecraft reached the certain altitude.
"Thanks Lu," Taffer said, flipping the landing gear switch, "Feeling much better, right? Please take over the piloting."
"Atticus, Lady and Vo will go salvage the remains of our rover," Taffer continued as Lu got busy with controlling the spacecraft, "With help of Volodya's squad if needed. Atika, Attila and Private Perkins will stay on the ship and protect Dr. Todt and his assistant. This leaves me and Lu as an away team to get to the generator."
The spaceship touched the surface with a sensible jolt as Lu turned to Taffer with a silent question in her eyes.
"Yes Lu, you're coming with me this time," Taffer confirmed. "As you may see, we've landed closer to Garilu so that our teams could do their part faster. It means we're in for a little stroll to where Riot's sensors won't reach. So you'll have to show your talents on the field. I'll connect the hailer to my EGO, so you'll be able to contact Em Dash directly and tell her what to scan and where, and she'll show you the results. Now team, let's move and not waste our time as we don't have much of it."
As her sleep was already disturbed first by that strange bipedal creature who didn't have to use its feet to move and second by a loud noise of something that looked like a giant flying rock, she decided she could have her sleep a little later. Besides, now she was curious about that flying rock as she had never seen anything like that before. She looked up and traced its trajectory, estimating where it might land. Once she was sure in her prediction, she jumped off the tree and trotted to the location she chalked out for herself
"Curiosity killed the cat," that phrase came into her mind in a form of a mental image as if surfacing from some dark recesses of her mind. Or could it be from someone else's? She didn't like that thought so she licked her nose as she continued on her way.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Sept 16, 2016 4:30:18 GMT
Lady Christianna's enigmatic smile disappeared from her pretty chalk white face when she got her mission assignment from Taffer, although she still clung to her husband, Atticus Batman, as a pout of disappointment formed on the teenager's face. Since she knew she lacked technical skills and physical strength, particularly in her current state of dubious density stability, Lady knew her role in the salvage of the Garilu would be uneventful guard duty.
Since Viral, the living consciousness of the island, seemed to be wanting the Protectors off the island as much as they wanted to leave, they found themselves safe from the previously very dangerous wildlife, so she knew her role would be to most likely watch and wait - hardly the excitement she hoped for when she started the mission back at Fortress Kshaa. She had left her infant twins and the routine of her bunker home because, quite frankly, she was bored and even more importantly, felt she was becoming boring; both incredibly distressing situations for an eighteen year old girl!
Lady was a bit afraid that she had become too boring for a man of adventure like Atticus, although she knew for a fact that he would love her no-matter-what just like she would love him no-matter-what. To her, their love was an eternal love for the ages; one that writers write romance novels about and most people only dream of. However, she was a person who lived in the moment, and lately, she felt that her moments had become a bit stale. Atticus might not feel she was boring, but she certainly was becoming more sure that she was every day, even when she was on mission with her Protector friends. Since the accident with the singularity bomb, Lady felt that she wasn't even needed on their missions. She sometimes wondered if she was merely tolerated as a tag-along because her husband was the Commander of the Protectors, and the bigger-than-life Harbinger of Death. Lady was beginning to feel she was a walk-on actor in the play that was her life, and she didn't like that feeling one bit.
Lady looked up at Atticus with bright pink eyes, for he was tall and bulky muscular while she was very short compared to him, barely reaching his chest height, and had a thin almost boy-like body, not nearly as curvaceous as most Castithan women like her beautiful if somewhat undependable friend, Lena Marr. As Lady looked up, the symbolism of the fact that she was almost hidden in his shadow was not lost on her. Lady smiled like Mona Lisa as she looked up at Atticus, not sure why he fell in love with her, although she was glad he did, and loved him with every fiber of her being.
Looking down at her small breasted chest and stick like legs which made her wonder anew what a living legend and experienced imposing hunk like him saw in her; but only for a split second, for Lady lived in the moment, and at that very moment, she knew he saw his soulmate in her, and she saw the same in him, and that was all that really mattered. If that meant she would always play a supporting role in his adventures, so be it! In the long run, all that really mattered was that he loved her, and she him, and that he allowed her to share his adventures.
Lady unslung her Crimefighter shotgun, holding it at the ready with a determined look in her big pink eyes, saying to Atticus in her wispy voice as she floated a few inches off the ground, "Ready when you are. Still hope to see Kitty."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Sept 16, 2016 12:15:00 GMT
Lady unslung her Crimefighter shotgun, holding it at the ready with a determined look in her big pink eyes, saying to Atticus in her wispy voice as she floated a few inches off the ground, "Ready when you are. Still hope to see Kitty."
I looked down at my lovely and loving wife and leaned down slightly to rest my forehead against hers as I whispered back, "As the kitty seemed like this was her jungle, I am sure we will see Kitty again before we leave. I just hope that she proves to be different than all the other creatures we have encountered here as I have had enough of MY family being their lunch special of the day. However I do have more faith in nature than I do most human and Votan kind. So I will give the order NOT to shoot the cat on sight and If she does reappear, we will wait and see how she handles our extended presence before we react to her. Perhaps we can make at least one friend here after all, as I recall the policy when Belle recruited me was to always try to make friends if possible and to leave my violent tendencies as a last resort, even if I do sometimes have a hard time controlling or even wanting to control those urges. So for now we will wait and see if Kitty proofs to be Happy kitty and not Bad Kitty."
Then I turned to everyone and said commandingly, "Alright everyone has their orders! One more to add. No shooting the wildlife unless it attacks first, that includes the Cat creature. She seemed more afraid of us than we were of her, and Lady is sure that she could be friendly. So in this instance I reluctantly prefer that we follow Belle's policy of showing that we come in peace and mean no harm; but I will add that you are to keep your weapons ready and as Taffer ordered keep communications open just in case somebody needs help immediately."
Then I turned back to Lady and Vo and said, "Vo I want you to terminate the Garilu's deletion protocols and reactivate it's external sensors immediately. Then work on getting the Garilu's thrusters running, I will unload a vehicle from the hold to help us tow the Garilu in place once you give the signal. Once I have the vehicle unloaded and ready. Lady I want you go intangible and scout the area around our LZ and warn us if there is any trouble. Then when we are ready to tow the Garilu into place, we will need you to come back and man the Garilu while Vo uses the vehicle to tow it into place and I will walk beside the Garilu to push it if needed, or remove any obstacles that may be in the way, and at the same time I'll also guard it while it is being moved. Once it is in place you will resume guard duty, while Vo and I are docking it with the Riot."
Then I lifted my helmet and looked lovingly into Lady's eyes before I leaned forward and kissed her lovingly and whispered, "We do not know yet if Kitty is our friend or enemy. so PLEASE be careful." Then I kissed her again and whispered "Love you Tianna, MY Snow Angel", Before standing back up straight and re-securing my helmet in place as we all prepared to go do our required tasks.
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Post by Lena Marr on Sept 16, 2016 16:00:31 GMT
As the Riot touched down and Lena Marr and her lover, Marcel Lestrange, returned from their bathroom "break", Lena asked with a wicked grin on her pretty chalk white face, "Okay, what wondrous job do you want us to do to get us off this pile of rocks?"
As Taffer informed her that she and Marcel were on body retrieval duty under Sandy Bell's supervision, Lena scrunched up her small alabaster nose as if she had smelled something rotten, replying, "Wait! I got technical skills! I'm a great little salvager! I can get all sorts of information from... oh, that's it then! You think I'm going to steal your precious technology if I had the chance!"
Lena rolled her sky blue eyes heavenward and placed one chalk white forefinger to the corner of her lush lips as if in thought before admitting, "Well... you probably are right, so your fears are well founded! I'm not good around temptation! But body duty, yucch!" Lena narrowed her unblinking eyes like a snake and her grin disappeared as a serious look crossed her visage while she added in a threatening tone,"One thing though, I'm just a dangerous trollop, but Marcel is a distinguished gentleman of great stature so you can't expect HIM to go around picking up body parts, comprendez amigo? And I'm still going to send Taffer my cleaning bill if my pretty new dress gets soiled!"
Sandy Bell sighed as she picked up her Piper assault rifle, shouldering it as she said, "Okay, Marcel can guard the rest of us. Everybody travels in twos. Volodja, you're with me. Murdock, please pair with Lena, and divide your squad into twos. I know where at least one outlying body is, so Volodja and I will go after that one. Most of the other bodies should be in or around the Garilu, so you guys please gather those. Don't bother sorting out the pieces, the docs can do that when we are back at Fortress Kshaa, just gather as much as you can before we get the EVAC order. Okay, everybody grab some body bags and follow me out!"
As everyone exited the Riot, her group began to split in various directions to gather the bodies of her squad. Without speaking, they all went about the gruesome business of retrieving the body parts of the dead, and Sandy herself with Volodja in tow went to the ravine where she had left her squad sergeant's body. It was where she left it, torn in half by Dr. Todt's rampaging Manbats, and where strangely, it was left untouched by the island's predators and scavengers. As she opened a body bag with shaking hands, Volodja silently volunteered to pick up the remaining upper torso with the attached head and arms of the recently deceased Sergeant Rocke, placing it gently as he could into the body bag.
After she zipped the bag closed, Sandy dropped to her knees sobbing, holding her assault rifle like a small child in distress holds a favorite teddy bear, as she muttered over and over rocking on her haunches with huge tears falling on to the plastic body bag like a sudden rain, "Rocke died trying to protect me... and I didn't even know his first name! Next time it could be you Volodja... next time it could be you..."
Nearby but out of hearing range, Lena picked up an arm, moving it back and forth so that the hand looked like it was waving, yelling to Murdock with a wicked grin before putting it into the body bag she was holding, "Hey Murdock, can I lend you a hand! Get it, I'm... oh... too soon, huh? Jeez, one of the hiring requirements for the Protectors must be to have NO sense of humor!"
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Post by Lady Christianna on Sept 17, 2016 6:09:57 GMT
Lady Christianna's thoughts wandered as she patrolled around the perimeter of the Riot's LZ, still floating unconsciously several inches above the ground as she moved forward. That was not to say that her pink eyes were not vigilant in looking for anything our of place or any hidden danger, nor that her EGO's radar was not searching for any blips that were not those of her party as well as playing the band "Of Monster's and Men" classical music. Generally she liked human music better than any Votan music, although Irathiant tribal music had a primitive raw beat she also enjoyed, but her own Castithan native music she found a bit dull and repetitive.
The song she was playing in her head, "Dirty Paws", Lady thought apropos as she was still searching for any sign of the big cat creature she had met earlier today, but to no avail. At one point, she thought she saw movement in the corner of her eye, but whatever it was must have either moved out of her radar's range quickly or was undetectable - or was just her imagination. Other than her group, she didn't see any trace of the normally vibrant jungle wildlife either by her radar or her other senses. Lady thought Viral, the sentient entity that seemed to rule the island and be connected to all life on it, both flora and fauna, was keeping the jungle's denizens away from the Protector's group while they were doing the tasks they need to accomplish to leave the island. However, Lady had a feeling that the big cat creature was different from the other animals on the island, with more consciousness and more independence, although she really didn't have any facts to back up that belief, just a... feeling. For that reason, Lady thought she might get another chance to see the magnificent beast, although she fully realized it could just be a futile hope.
Lady felt that she was safe from any danger on the island for another reason separate from the truce the protectors had negotiated with Viral. Her accident months ago with a singularity bomb had left he with powers that allowed her to control the density of her body, although she had to keep conscious control of her body's cohesiveness and keep wearing the Grid power infused pendant that her husband, Atticus Batman, had given her or her atoms might fly off into the ether so far that she could never draw them back together again. Still, the power let her carry her Crimefighter shotgun and other things while remaining insubstantial enough to float on the winds as well as be safe from any physical attack.
As Lady engaged in mental multi-tasking, she also was thinking about her fellow Protectors. She never worried about Atticus, because he could always take care of himself, even when he went into a berserker rage. He sometimes said that she was the one who brought him back to humanity when he lost control of imself, but she thought he was just being generous with his praise, for she KNEW he was strong enough and powerful enough to come back to rational thought all on his own, even if she disappeared from the face of the Earth by losing control of her power. Not that she planned on doing that, but if it did happen, she had no doubt that he would snap back to his normal self after awhile, if for their children if nothing else, but also because he was a natural leader and hero, at least in her eyes. Lady was sure that Atticus really didn't need her, but was happy that he thought he did because of their mutual love.
Atticus had mentioned Belle Starr, Lady's mentor and first female friend. Belle had been a role model for Lady as well as a big sister and even mother at times when Lady and Belle were in the same ark hunters' clan, Team Evolution, for whom Lady's father was quartermaster. Now Belle seemed lost, trying to find herself after a successful brainwashing made her believe she was living a different life in a different reality. Lady had faith that Belle would find her true self, for besides being incredibly beautiful and charismatic, she too was a leader and hero like Lady's husband.
"I'm surrounded by heroes, No wonder I'm invisible to everybody and am just a walk-on in my own life," Joked Lady mentally with herself. "All the Protectors but me really are heroes! Teach - I guess I should think of him as Volodja now because we haven't had a class in ages - is always thinking and is a human library! Taffer's a crafty strategist and tech-smart! Vo is a wizard with anything mechanical! Sandy is a strong warrior and skilled go-getter, although I'm worried that she is headed for a mental breakdown since she lost her squad, because she's just not used to losing those in her command, and I guess that is a good thing. Atticus' sister, Erika, is an organizational genius. Kaj is everybody's big brother and a real anchor for the group, and Wolfram is like a wise old grandfather - or maybe great grandfather; he is just that old! The other newer Protectors like Lu, Archer, and the Constantine twins I don't really know, but they look like they have a whole lot of potential. I don't kid myself that Lena and Marcel are really looking out for anybody but themselves, so I don't really consider them Protectors, but they too are bigger-than-life characters. No wonder I fade into the background surrounded by such people. I'm nothing special, other than being a ghost."
Lady stifled a giggle at her own inadvertent play on words, then something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She was sure something was to her right in the undergrowth and after hovering in place for only a moment, she floated towards where she though she saw movement to investigate.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Sept 17, 2016 8:49:56 GMT
Volodja Uljanov wiped his smeared hands clean against remains of his khaki trousers. Then he knelt in opposite side of now zipped body bag and took Sandy's calloused hands into his. He looked deeply into Sandy's blue eyes which were filled with tears, smiled and said with soft and quiet voice: "I have a tendency to attract trouble. it's natural for me. When we look back at my recent ordeals then they usually happened when I left your side. I even managed to get myself abducted in most secured hotel when I went after ice and you had to drag my sorry...person away from a torture chamber right before my execution. Statistically speaking...I am always in some kind of trouble, but I become more endangered when I am not with you. I have to add something else before we continue our grim but necessary task. By my opinion there is no the absolute correct conduct under fire. You wave the flag and run in front of your men and your behaviour encourages yourself and others. I tend to act quietly to hoard my breath and energy so I can act comfortably. But nobody can't say that both actions aren't justified. Your men showed great courage by staying and fighting openly. They fulfilled their duty as a main striking squad by engaging most of attackers. They fought and died so rest of us could live and keep their memory alive. You, me, even Marcel and his kind owe that to them. Our duty is not to give up. If we break, then we are defeated. If we won't give up and learn to live with the debt we are in now, then we prevail all the Sea of troubles. I vote for "be" not that other option Hamlet had." Marcel Lestrange stood further away, lit cigarette between his thin lips (thus contributing to preserve the long tradition of sentries who were secretly smoking on their posts except he did not bothered to hide his cigarette). He was holding hands as well. These hands were...just couple of hands, he found near his guarding post. Cold, stiff and smeared with blood. Dead hands. Useless hands. Torn off by humongous force of Doctor Todt's manbats. Marcel waved those hands he found in air before throwing them by pile of body bags. Then he removed cigarette, released cloud of smoke and said: "While you gooddoers are just talking, Lena and I have to do all the hard work. This is definitely not an "Addams Family" and those things do not move to their rightful place by themselves, you know. They need our assistance." To be honest, Marcel was a bit hypocritical here - deep inside he was not mind of waiting after Sandy and Volodja at all. Prolonging the last rites suited Diabolical Duo's plans about stalling the evacuation as much as possible and if anyone has something to say about Diabolic Duo, they could always answer, that they did everything to leave the island as fast as they could...To save the world. Oui.  |
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