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Post by Lady Christianna on Sept 26, 2016 21:45:36 GMT
As Lady Christianna and her husband, Atticus Batman, walked down the hall outside the hangar bay, Atticus removed his helm and glanced lovingly at Lady as he said calmly, "Shall we go get some lunch my lovely Snow Angel, or would you rather we go back to our quarters to freshen up first?"
Lady smiled her enigmatic smile, then answered, "Take out," as she grabbed his large armored hand with her small chalk white ones, pulling him to the Vigilant's mess, where the Castithan teenager gathered some food and drink on a large tray, then carried it carefully balanced to their quarters, the clip-clopping of her boots on the metal floor reassuring him to no end, where when they were safely ensconced in their room and she had put the tray on the small table next to their bed, Lady remarked, "Alone... finally."
"Time enough," Said Lady, her enigmatic smile becoming one more mischievous as Lady pushed him into bed and quickly unfastened the lower part of his armor, letting it fall to the floor, then pulled his underwear to his ankles before grabbing his huge manhood with her two small alabaster hands, rubbing it to hardness in a most substantial way before opening her tiny mouth wide to accept it within to lick it voraciously making sure he could feel every stroke and that he would have no doubt that she was anything but a ghost.
*****
Meanwhile, Sandy Bell checked on the troops, making sure they were armed and ready for the next mission, and when finding them so, dismissed them to go get something to eat, whereupon she reported to Taffer that they were ready, afterwards suggesting to him, "Sir, if we are going to have an away team on to the target island, may I suggest we keep it human. Humans will be safe from the fatal virus since it is designed to affect only Votans. The downside is that the natives are almost all Votans, so they might not trust us humans."
Sandy listened intently to Taffer's answer and plan, but a small voice in the back of her head thought, "Chief Officer! I LIKE the sound of that! Tactical Affairs or Intelligence? Fuck, I can handle either. Maybe both!"
*****
After running into and asking Atika Constantine where they might find quarters, Lena Marr and Marcel Lestrange went there to "Freshen up," or so Lena told the young Irathiant girl with an exaggerated wink. However, despite Lena's best - or worst - intentions, as soon as Lena got into the room, the lovely Castithan woman fell backwards into the soft warm bed, her sky blue eyes fluttering closed as she fell yet again, this time into a deep and trouble free sleep. One could almost call it the sleep of the innocent, if one wasn't referring to Lena Marr, who most of those who knew her thought her anything but innocent, although in many ways she still truly was.
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Post by Taffer on Sept 26, 2016 21:57:57 GMT
"I'm fine with approaching on basic speed," Taffer replied, "And of course I'm okay with away team having a brief well-deserved rest. Except probably one thing that should not be delayed. Vo, please escort Dr. Todt and his assistant to the lab. I'm sending the crew to transfer their equipment there, so your part will be in assisting them with its installation. Haele is already informed and waiting in the lab, and the computer there is ready to accept all the data you've collected at Dr. Todt's compound. We better start working on the cure ASAP so that when we arrive to Elysium we'd already know how much time we need for the cure to be ready. Our next meeting will be in an hour at the bridge of the Vigilant. During the meeting, we'll also try to contact the authorities of the island to get the permission for landing and inform them they have our full medical support if they need it."
"Lu, I'll need you for a brief moment in the lab," Vo said to his sister as he stood up to fulfill Taffer's order and lead Dr. Euthanasius to his new working place. "We'll need a sample of your blood as your immunity to the Votacide virus might be very useful in finding the cure for this new one. I hope you agree to do this for us."
"Of course I agree," she answered, "But remember with those nanites in it I would consider my blood… not safe for work."
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Post by Archer, Frankie J. on Sept 27, 2016 4:46:35 GMT
Archer listened to the noises of the ship from inside her quarters. She was sitting on the deck with a towel down and her sidearm disassembled for maintenance. A drop of solvent, a wipe. A drop of solvent, a wipe. The tip of her knife wrapped in a folded corner of an old cotton shirt worked just fine.
She said as calmly as usual, "Lexy?"
The hardlight construct of the Vigilant's AI appeared with its hands behind its back and its head tilted watching what Archer was doing with stuffs and things.
"Will you sing me a song?"
The LEXY shut its eyes and shook its head.
Archer continued cleaning her weapon, "Why not?"
"'cause."
"Because why?"
The AI shrugged its shoulders.
"I bet you know lots of songs."
"I knows lot of 'em." Lexy came close and sat on the deck across from Archer, and began to hum a melody Archer would recognize after having analyzed her musical interests extrapolated from their brief exchange.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Sept 27, 2016 9:45:13 GMT
Lady smiled her enigmatic smile, then answered, "Take out," as she grabbed my large armored hand with her small chalk white ones, pulling me to the Vigilant's mess, where the Castithan teenager gathered some food and drink on a large tray, then carried it carefully balanced to our quarters, the clip-clopping of her boots on the metal floor reassuring me to no end, where when we were safely ensconced in our room and she had put the tray on the small table next to our bed, Lady remarked, "Alone... finally."
As I set down my helm and removed my mask, I nodded and smiled as I merely stated, "Agreed Tianna."
"Time enough," Said Lady, her enigmatic smile becoming one more mischievous as Lady pushed me into bed and quickly unfastened the lower part of my armor, letting it fall to the floor, then pulled my underwear to my ankles before grabbing my huge manhood with her two small alabaster hands, rubbing it to hardness in a most substantial way before opening her tiny mouth wide to accept it within to lick it voraciously making sure I could feel every stroke and that I would have no doubt that she was anything but a ghost.
I laid there and watched her lovingly and lustfully as I enjoyed her wonderfully experienced touch for a little while. Then while she continued pleasuring me with her wonderful hands and talented mouth, a LOT more talented than one may expect from somebody who rarely talks but probably comes from her years of being a bubblegum aficionado, I sat up and removed the rest of my armor and clothing. Next I gently reached down and pulled her up to me, where I kissed her passionately but lovingly. Then as I broke the kiss, I started stripping her and said with a mix of love and lust in my eyes, "I want to feel ALL of you on me, my lovely Tianna."
As soon as she was naked from the waist up, my mouth trailed kisses from her lips to her cheeks, down her neck and finally to her lovely breasts. My lips and tongue focused there moving from nipple to nipple, and breast to breast, spending equal time on both as I finished stripping her. Once her pants and cute little panties hit the ground, I leaned back to admire her beauty again for a few seconds.
Then as I smiled at her in a way that she KNEW meant I HAVE EYES FOR HER AND ONLY HER, I laid back on the bed and pulled her back up to my lips, just enjoying the feel of her firm young and unblemished body pressed into my older and very battle-scarred but still firmly muscular and fit chest, as we continued our kiss of love. Only seconds later, Lady broke the kiss and gave me a seductive smile as she lifted her hips slightly, then slowly impaled herself on my now throbbing hard member. We both luxuriated and reveled in the feelings of being once again connected to our soul-mate, as I agonizingly slowly bottomed out in her.
Then she laid back down on my chest and shifted slightly as if to get more comfortable but mostly to turn me on even more, from the feel of her rubbing against me in those subtle ways that only she knows just how to do, as we resumed our make-out session and began to make love as we focused solely on each other and our feelings for one another, leaving the worries of the world to wait for us on the other side of the securely locked door of our stateroom.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Sept 27, 2016 10:04:27 GMT
Volodja Uljanov observed the meeting silently in his corner. His hand drew abstract figures on the sheet of paper while he looked his team-mates. When his eye finally spotted what his hand was doing, Volodja just snorted and stated to himself that he was not Picasso at all, but something different. "When to think about it then even Picasso was not Picasso when he begun his life of an artist," grinned Volodja after slight consideration. "At least not that Picasso the world used to knew. Before changing paradigm of 20th century art, Picasso used to be a realist painter, but it's excusable because of his tender age (Snort).  La première communion (First Communion) by Pablo Picasso (1896). It was Picasso's first major painting, featuring a portrait of his father, mother, and younger sister kneeling before an altar. Picasso was 15 when he finished it.
Volodja snorted again when his memory planted an ancient anecdote about Picasso and sort of legendary Minister of Culture of USSR, Yekaterina Furtseva, into his conscious mind: An art exhibition in Paris. Picasso forgot his invitation and had to convince the doorkeeper to let him in. With a single flourish of pencil, Picasso draw his famous dove of peace and was admitted. Yekaterina Furtseva also forgot her invitation and was politely asked to prove her personality even when she claimed to be a Minister of Culture of USSR. "You will have to convince us, Madame," explained doorkeeper. "Even Picasso himself wasn't allowed inside until he reproduced one of his drawings." "Picasso? Who's Picasso?" asked Furtseva. "Everything is in order, Madame Minister," replied doorkeeper. "You may enter." Unlike fictional Furtseva in that piece of Soviet poplore, Marcel Lestrange (just as real Furtseva) actually knew who Pablo Picasso was. He happened to like art on his own way. Marcel's way wasn't a way of an aesthete but in a way of economist. He evaluated art by price tags and Picasso assumed quite high place on his scale of arts. But that wasn't important at moment. Important part here was his appearance, when he settled himself by Volodja's side and nudged his drawing hand with his elbow, like he was instinctively smelling the sweet odour of money in art auction. "I see you are busy with nonsense again. You can put that aside and concentrate on important things now. Speaking of importance...The most important person on this ship - Lena Marr - is asleep," he informed Volodja. "While she enjoys her well deserved rest, I decided to get us familiar with your intentions, good doers. Is there anything, we should know? Like our next destination, you are so keen to hide from us. You should already know that nothing stays hidden from Lena and me for long, so better tell us now." |
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Post by Sandy Bell on Sept 27, 2016 15:56:53 GMT
"I see you are busy with nonsense again. You can put that aside and concentrate on important things now. Speaking of importance...The most important person on this ship - Lena Marr - is asleep," Marcel Lestrange informed Volodja Uljanov. "While she enjoys her well deserved rest, I decided to get us familiar with your intentions, good doers. Is there anything, we should know? Like our next destination, you are so keen to hide from us. You should already know that nothing stays hidden from Lena and me for long, so better tell us now."
With a grin on her pretty tan face, Sandy Bell took a seat on the other side of Volodja, her calloused hand grasping his with a gentleness that belied the fact that she was a career soldier, before answering Marcel's query, "I don't see why we shouldn't tell you, and maybe you can even help us when we get there; although, that is up to Commander Batman and Sub-Commander Taffer. We are headed to a small island called Elysium, which we think is Boris' target for the Votan killing virus. There's a small Votan artist community of 326 souls, led by some poet named Pappy Naruto."
Lena Marr had woken up, and walked into the conversation in the passenger compartment of the Vigilant just in time to hear Sandy's report to Marcel, but what she heard wiped both the smirk off her lovely chalk white face as well as the smart Alec remark from her lips about being left in the dark. Her unblinking sky blue eyes grew wide in disbelief at the mention of the name as she slowly shook her snow white tresses "No" while backing away from the seated trio, then raced back to her quarters, throwing herself stomach first on to the bed there, burying her face in the soft pillow.
"I can't be him... not after all these years," Muttered Lena, her voice muffled by the pillow.
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Post by Vo Kshaa on Sept 27, 2016 22:21:37 GMT
"Here's our laboratory," Vo said to Dr. Todt as he opened the pressure door. "It has its own isolated air circulation system. In fact, it has two of them, one for the staff and one for test chambers. Before we found this spaceship, it was used as a sealed laboratory, where they conducted different experiments on Human and Votan anatomy and physiology. It was done mostly for military purposes of course. One of those experiments contained converting living beings of flesh of blood into energy beings like Gulanee are. That's why the laboratory section on this ship is so big and well-equipped." He noted a person in a female-shaped yellow environment suit and stepped forward to introduce her. "And here's Haele, one of the few survivors of those experiments. She's an energy being now, that's why she wears the containment suit. Although her speciality is quantum physics and wave mechanics but her familiarity with all the equipment here will be very useful for us." "Well, actually I've studied several works of my colleague Dr. Orion on viruses and their similarity of the computer ones," Haele said through the speaker of her containment suit. "I must say, it was a very interesting reading, albeit naive in several points. But thanks to them, I can consider myself informed on this subject to the degree of being able to keep the conversation." She laughed as her voice started to resemble a polyphonic melody. "It's nice to hear," Vo said smiling, "The more experts we gather, the better. But there's one problem I think we must address immediately while Doctor's equipment is being unpacked and installed." Vo walked up to the computer console and put the flash drive into it. A large list of files appeared on the screen as he chose two of them, opening them in a compare mode. "Dr. Todt," he addressed the doctor as he scrolled through both files simultaneously, "These are files which hold information about the old Votacide virus created by EMC. The right-hand file is from your archive, and the left-hand one is a direct copy from the archives of Red Deer City. As you may notice these files are slightly different, although the folder and file structure says they were extracted from the same archive. There are more similar files that share exactly same problem. What we need to do is to determine which one of these files contains the valid information. It's entirely possible that my copy of the file is corrupted, but we also cannot write off the possibility that it is your one that contains the wrong data. If the latter is true, then we'll have to restore your files before we could actually use it to create the cure for the new virus. The restoration will be hopefully performed on an automated basis, but for the initial diagnostics and finding the pattern of the corruption it is only your knowledge that can help us, doctor."  "Okay guys, I see you've already started working, so I'll try not to interfere," Lu said as she approached Haele. "I hope with Haele's help taking a sample of my blood won't take long and then I'll be free to go to the mess and bring you something to eat. So please place your orders." |
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Post by Taffer on Sept 27, 2016 22:38:10 GMT
"Sir, if we are going to have an away team on to the target island, may I suggest we keep it human. Humans will be safe from the fatal virus since it is designed to affect only Votans. The downside is that the natives are almost all Votans, so they might not trust us humans."
"It's a good idea," Taffer replied to Sandy, "And we'll probably follow it. As for the lack of trust from the natives, I think we can take Lu with us if Dr. Todt's research shows she's immune to the new virus as well as to the old Votacide. We may also establish a visual or holographic hotline with Votan members of our team so that they would see our team consists not only of humans. The hotline can also be useful in case we have to quarantine some of the natives, so it wouldn't look like they disappeared completely. Anyway, we'll likely see their stance on our team during our upcoming communication session, so we could adapt."
Meanwhile, he calculated human members of their would-be away team and thought he could beef it up a bit. As he walked to the mess hall to have a quick snack, he sent a message to Archer, "Hello Frankie. If you don't mind you're assigned to the team to land on the island. Could be one of those not-a-single-shot missions, but you never know how it turns out. If you're in, meet us on the Bridge in half-hour."
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Post by Lady Christianna on Sept 28, 2016 2:01:19 GMT
In her and Atticus Batman's quarters aboard the Vigilant, Lady Christianna pouted as she pulled on her small boots as she sat on their bed after getting dressed after their ad hoc love making session. The pout wasn't because the love session was bad, which it wasn't, being "awesome" in her young mind; nor because it was over, although she wished she and her husband had even more private time for their love making. Lady was upset by the message they received from Taffer saying the away-team to the artists' island would be solely made up of humans.
True, Lady didn't want to be left out of the adventure, but even more so she wanted to meet the poet who was exiled for supporting her father when he was a Votan Collective General with pacifistic views. Lady was an infant back then, so she only knew her father as a refugee and fugitive from the Inquisition, so she never knew him in his heyday. This Castithan named Pappy Naruto knew her father when he was a hero of the Collective, and she had often wondered how he differed then from when she was a child and he often worked as unskilled labor for subsistence wages until Von Bach recruited him for the EGO project. Now Taffer was saying she couldn't go and she wasn't going to take it laying down.
Lady crossed her thin arms tightly across her small breasts as she turned to her husband with narrowed pink eyes, saying as if fact, "Going. Stay ghosted. Be safe. Going, Atticus. Final decision."
Lady then jumped off the edge of the bed landing with a satisfying thump, grabbing her crimefighter shotgun and her ironclad shield, fastening the latter to her belt as she moved with determination to go to the passenger hold of the Vigilant.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Sept 28, 2016 5:49:25 GMT
"You have done good, my scientific friends," said Doctor Euthanasius Todt. "It becomes even better when you manage to restore intellectual part of our research, but alas!" He rose hands in tragic gesture. "We need a living sample of the virus as well. Unfortunately we lost Abbie and The Nanites, so we don't have a fundamental virus sample any more. Not to mention the loss of the possible cure. We could start from the scratch. Yes we could, but something tells me that time is an issue here..."  __________ "Aren't you a funny monkey," was said in girl's voice. That sudden comment made rat monkey jump up and seek a shelter on a nearest tree. But the voice wasn't threatening, decided the monkey after analysing the situation. That's why he didn't' followed instincts which told him to run way or fight if he can't escape. Monkey looked down to the source of the voice and saw two short figures on a grass. If he could navigate in the jungle of Votanis species, he would see a small and pretty red haired, pale skinned Irathient girl who was holding hand of even smaller Liberata boy who hadn't grew his first moustache yet, but had pair of black rimmed glasses in front of his serious eyes and a runny nose, so he had to wipe it with his handkerchief´quite often. But the monkey saw only two creatures who resembled his torturers by their general build. Yet they were smaller, their features differed from torturers's and their voices didn't predict any pain and danger as rat monkey was used to (Pavlov's reflex was a side product of experiments, made with the monkey - he learned to connect humanoid voice with following disturbance). Words sounded familiar to monkey because his torturers made similar sounds (probably because English was a lingua franca among inhabitants of Elysium to avoid confusion which hit humans after one specific tower collapsed), but yet he felt more curious than scared and decided to stay and listen, although he didn't understood a single word. If he could do it, he would understood the message: "I am Leela. And this is my friend Meeko but nobody calls him by his real name. They call him Michelangelo instead. Silly grown ups. But Meeko seems to like it. Maybe because he is just like a small grown up too." Little girl laughed and tossed a totally different topic to the table. A constructive one, because she asked: "Would you like a banana? We don't watch when you eat if you don't want to." After saying that Leela put the banana to the ground and made few steps backwards, pulling Meeko/Michelangelo with her. Then they turned their backs to the monkey. __________ "Have to check on Lena," said Marcel Lestrange, getting up from his seat and stepping deliberately on Volodja's toes during the process. "I think that I saw her coming. But then she suddenly turned around and left when she saw you two. If it was because something you did to her, then I will be a bit disturbed." For the record (and reminder) - if Marcel declared that he was disturbed then it was not a good sign. For others. And you can bet that if Marcel happened to be worried, then best thing others could do, was to move into a different town or city. But if Marcel happened to be upset, then the best location for others was not even different country or planet but a whole new galaxy... |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Sept 28, 2016 10:34:56 GMT
Lady crossed her thin arms tightly across her small breasts as she turned to her husband with narrowed pink eyes, saying as if fact, "Going. Stay ghosted. Be safe. Going, Atticus. Final decision."
Lady then jumped off the edge of the bed landing with a satisfying thump, grabbing her crimefighter shotgun and her ironclad shield, fastening the latter to her belt as she moved with determination to go to the passenger hold of the Vigilant.
I had quickly started getting dress when Lady had started doing so, despite wishing she would remain naked a while longer as I LOVED admiring her beauty in all it's nude splendor. So as she headed out the door I quickly re-holstered my weapons, put on my mask, grabbed my battle helm and followed her out saying calmly, "Tianna slow down. Taffer's message didn't say he was strictly sending an all human team. He said he was recommending it to keep any of our Votan crew from being exposed to the "Votan Killer" virus and he wants me on the bridge to discuss it. However if you must go so you can meet the guy that knew your father, then I know better than trying to stop you. However if you are going then so am I. Besides with my 'electrical' physiology and your 'multi-phase' physiology, I would assume that we are the exceptions to that decision. However we will not know for sure, until we arrive on the Bridge and discuss it with Taffer."
As Lady glanced up at me, I leaned in and kissed her lovingly. After breaking the kiss and gazing lovingly into her eyes, I put on my helm. Then I took her hand in mine, and we walked onto the bridge hand-in-hand.
Once we walked over to Taffer, I said sternly but calmly in my usual gruff and commanding tone, "Taffer I understand the recommendation for an all-human team. I even agree but with a couple of exceptions. Lady insists on going so she can meet some guy named Pappy Naruto and promises that she will stay in her ghost phase to keep from being exposed to the Virus as the virus most likely is not capable of affecting energy beings. There is also the fact that you and I both know that even if I were to confine her to quarters, WHICH I WILL NOT DO, she would just phase through the hull and go anyway. So I am also going as well.
Besides, I am quite confident that my Grid/electrical physiology makes me immune to this virus as well. Not to mention that as it is an isolated Votan community, it is probably a good idea to have a couple Votans on the team if possible. However I will not ask the others to risk their lives just to reassure the inhabitants that we respect Votans as equals. So since Lady and I are most likely the only Votans on board, other than Haele, that are immune to this virus it makes sense that the two of us go as well. However if you, Haele and Doctor Todt insist that it is necessary, then Lady will wear a hermetically sealed suit and I will hermetically seal my battle-armor as well. But either way we are both going.
Dak, this could actually be a way of doing two things at once. After you have introduced the team, Lady and I could play ambassador and stay with the villagers. that way the two of us can work on befriending them and try to convince them to allow our medical staff to look them over, while you and your all-human away team go with their DAKING lawkeeper to look for Boris and his crew. Just make sure you keep an eye on this Tomas Rossi, even if he truly is unarmed." |
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Post by Lena Marr on Sept 28, 2016 15:03:05 GMT
As Lena Marr lay on the bed in her quarters on the Vigilant, her head buried face down in a pillow, her lover, Marcel Lestrange, came into the bedroom they shared, laying a tender hand on her arm, his gentle touch surprising himself as much as her, asking, "Problem Honey Pot?"
Lena's white tousled head still buried in the pillow, she answered a muffled, "Yes. No... I don't know Pooh Bear."
Lena sat up slowly to face him, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her slight shoulders sagging, her pretty chalk white face impassive, but her unblinking sky blue eyes looking incredibly sad. Her whole demeanor suggested an emotional state that Marcel had never seen in Lena in their whole time together: Incredible vulnerability. Marcel was not sure he liked this new side of Lena, for he always viewed her as a force of nature: Undisturbed by and unbowing to whatever might be happening around her.
Marcel lit a cigarette, taking a long puff as he pondered this new development before demanding calmly, "Explain."
Lena NEVER liked taking orders, so her shoulders immediately stiffened, the old fire flashing back into her eyes, which was what Marcel wanted as he smiled slightly at the sight. Lena saw the smile, realizing that his intention was to get her out of this uncharacteristic mood, so returned it with her own wicked grin. She rolled her sky blue eyes heavenward, putting an alabaster forefinger to the corner of her lush lips, thinking how much of the story she REALLY wanted to tell him, but finally she just shook her shoulders deciding to tell him it all. Lena loved Marcel, but being a sociopath, had a hard time trusting him, for she had loved before and had given her trust before only to have it betrayed in the end. Lena felt - and hoped - this relationship with Marcel was different, but knew it wouldn't have a chance in the future if she didn't trust him now at this very moment - and she really, REALLY, wanted the relationship to work out.
"Okay, as the humans say, in for a penny, in for a pound, whatever that means," Lena began, "Five years ago, I was working for Governor Skarr as a spy and assassin, finally establishing myself as a force to be reckoned with. Being eighteen and with several successful missions under my belt, I was feeling pretty full of myself as an invincible world beater. Also being eighteen and an orphan, I wanted to find my roots - not so much where, for the streets of Lima would always be my home, but who. I knew I was abandoned as a baby at the orphanage slash child brothel, but I didn't know who my parents were. I guess I kind of had another question I hoped would be answered too: Why had they abandoned me? I guess I figured if I found out who, it might lead me to why."
Lena looked away from Marcel, staring at the blank wall in front of her as if the answers to those questions might be written there as she continued, "Anyway, I took leave from my job, going to the place I most hated - the orphanage in Lima - knowing that if I was to get any answers, I'd have to start there. I knew the Headmistress kept records in her office on all her charges, and she was as meticulous in her record keeping as she was cruel to the children she employed as prostitutes. She also was a paranoid old bat, keeping that office highly secured and after I escaped, leaving a note vowing I would kill her some day, she even slept in it 24/7. Fortunately for me and unfortunate for her, I knew she kept her bottle of cooking-sherry-that-never-got-used-for-cooking on a high shelf in the kitchen, and that she would hit it five times a day like clockwork. I staked out the orphanage, waited for the right opportunity when a new kid was being delivered, then snuck into the building and the kitchen, poisoning the sherry, then snuck out. The poison wasn't a nice relatively painless poison like I gave you - sorry about that by the way - but one that would cause a lot of pain in a relatively short amount of time before proving fatal. While the coroner wheeled her body out the front door, I picked the lock on the back door, and kept picking locks until I found my birth certificate in her office. As I was leaving, I chained and locked all the doors into the orphanage, then burned the place to the ground, with all its records of me. All seven of the remaining staff died in the fire, as did thirty-eight orphans of various ages - but hey, if they weren't strong enough to escape by themselves like I did, then they didn't deserve to live."
Lena turned to look at Marcel, her unblinking sky blue eyes looking cold and lifeless as she ended her story, "Now here's the kicker: My mom didn't abandon me, just died in child birth," Lena laughed without mirth before remarking, "I guess you could call it my first kill! Anyway, I guess she knew who the father was, for there was a name on the birth certificate in that space: Pappy Naruto."  |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Sept 28, 2016 19:05:47 GMT
"I do not know how to say it but I will try. It looks like that at least I gained from that series of unfortunate tales," stated Marcel, dropping himself into the bed by the side of his beloved Lena's. Without any sexual intentions this time. He did it because he wanted to be by Lena's side. Then he took Lena's chalk white hand between his tanned palms and explained what he meant by his first remark:
"I got you, Lena! The one and only and one of the kind you! So I gained a lot!"
After a brief moment of consideration Marcel supplemented: "That does not mean that Pappy Naruto gets off the hook that easily. Not even for old times sake because it looks like that you did not had any old times at all. That is why he has a lot of explaining to do. But I see a side bonus - I can meet a parent of my girl. I have that chance and Volodja has not."
After that thought Marcel could not resist temptation to test elasticity of the mattress springs and he used his trained muscles to throw his body upward and land back into the bed as he was doing the trust jump. Except one detail - he landed by Lena's side, because he did not wanted to hurt her.
Moira grinned in her virtual home after Marcel's jump, holding hands of a small Castithan girl who still looked like as she suffered from malnutrition, and singing her a nursery rhyme about monkeys who were jumping on the bed:
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Post by Lena Marr on Sept 29, 2016 16:39:31 GMT
Lena Marr's wicked grin grew exponentially as she said, "Let's go tell Atticus and Taffer the good news! We are going down to the island with their away team - whether they like it or not! Let's go Pooh Bear"
Lena stood up, her air of invulnerability back like it had never been missing as she strapped on her twin bowie knives and picked up her Passionate blast rifle, heading out of her and Marcel Lestrange's quarters on the Vigilant, assuming her lover was following her as she said over her shoulder, "As for dear old Pappy, I'm not sure if I'm going to hug him or kill him. Guess I'll find out when I get there."
Lena arrived in the passenger compartment, seeing Taffer, Atticus and Lady huddled together discussing something, although truth be told, it was just Taffer and Atticus engaged in the conversation as Lady was a girl of few words, and merely stood to the side listening and clutching her crime fighter shotgun tightly to her small bosom. As Lena strolled up, a frown crossed Lady's pretty chalk white face as she gestured to Lena that something was wrong with the buttons on the top of her blouse, which Lena felt and found buttoned in the wrong buttonholes. Lena merely grinned, unbuttoning the top few buttons but not bothering to re-button them, so that an ample amount of her cleavage was open for all to see.
"Thanks BGF for the save," Said Lena cheerfully, thinking not for the first time that Lady was indeed a tasty morsel, and that in another time, and another place, pre-Marcel, Lena would definitely attempt to eat her all up, but dismissed the pleasant mental image of doing so as she turned to the two men stating, "Two more for disembarkation! Is this where we get our tickets stamped?"
"Sorry, but we are trying to limit the amount of Votans going on the away team, as the Votan killing virus may have already been released on the island, which is what we were just discussing" Stated Taffer coolly, calmly adding, "Marcel can go, but you Lena, need to stay onboard the Vigilant."
Lena scrunched up her cute button nose as if she smelled something bad, then stiffened her spine as she leaned towards Taffer wagging a chalk white forefinger in his face as she said adamantly, "I'm a grown woman, in case you haven't noticed, and I go where I please! This is sexual discrimination, or racial discrimination, or both, and if you're not careful I'm going to get my lawyer and sue you for all you have and own all of Fortress Kshaa by the end of the lawsuit! Besides, Marcel and I are independent contractors currently not under contract, and not Protectors, so I don't think you can order us to do anything! I've got some very important personal business on that Island with one Pappy Naruto, so just stay out of my way, you hear! I assume the risk! So I'm going down with you, but not going down on you, and if you even THINK that I'll sue you for sexual harassment too! Discussion over! Signed, sealed, and delivered! Nuff said!
***** Meanwhile on the island that was under discussion, Dr. Fri Mikal was one miserable Indogene sitting at his desk frantically fanning himself with a palm leaf in the small grass thatched clinic he ran as the sole doctor on Elysium. He hated the continual heat of the island. He hated the incessant bugs on the island. He didn't particularly hate the island's residents, but everyone knew he had been sent by the Votan Collective to spy on them even though it was needless, so he felt they all talked to him in a condescending tone because they needed a doctor and he was the only one available. Furthermore, besides a few cuts and bruises, a few more colds and many allergies, and one broken arm, his three year stay on the island had been uneventful and not very challenging.
"Everyone here is in remarkably good health, drek it! What a waste of my talents," Often thought Dr. Mikal to himself, between daydreams of his beloved Capital City, for he missed the excitement and entertainments offered by the big city.
Suddenly the big muscular human law keeper with the long flowing blond hair broke his reverie as he entered Dr. Mikal's one room clinic unbidden, carrying a small unconscious Irathiant girl in his arms, followed by an even smaller Liberata boy who was continually pushing up glasses that were two sizes too big for him, as the Law Keeper said, "I have a patient for you Doc! Not sure what happened, but Meeko here came running up to me telling me his friend Leela collapsed, so I brought her straight to you!"
"How may times do I have to tell you people to knock before you enter!?!? Oh never mind, put her on the examination table please," As Dr. Mikal stood up, her threw up his pale hands in exasperation before putting on rubber gloves from a large glove dispenser on his desk, then walked over to the examination table where Law Keeper Tomas Rossi had lain Leela.
"How is she?" Asked Law Keeper Rossi .
Dr. Mikal stared, his mouth agape, looking incredulously at the law keeper before stating with more than a little irritation in his voice, "I just began my examination, so how the drek would I know? Now why don't you leave and do whatever it is you do on this island. No, not you Meeko, I have a few questions for you."
As the law keeper left, Dr. Mikal bent own and looked at the small Liberata child who sniffled and wiped his nose with his sleeve as he did, who Dr. Mikal recognized as on of his patients that he regularly treated for allergies, then said, "I see you still aren't taking the medication I gave you Meeko, but we'll discuss that later. Now, why don't you tell me what happened to your friend - Leela was her name? - as I examine her, for that might help ME help her." Dr. Mikal began his examination of the small Irathian girl who had yet to regain consciousness as he waited for Meeko's response. |
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Post by Vo Kshaa on Sept 29, 2016 22:49:58 GMT
"You have done good, my scientific friends," said Doctor Euthanasius Todt. "It becomes even better when you manage to restore intellectual part of our research, but alas!" He rose hands in tragic gesture. "We need a living sample of the virus as well. Unfortunately we lost Abbie and The Nanites, so we don't have a fundamental virus sample any more. Not to mention the loss of the possible cure. We could start from the scratch. Yes we could, but something tells me that time is an issue here..." "We can do both simultaneously then," Vo answered. "Taffer organizes an expedition to the island Boris was last seen heading to. If Taffer's assumptions are right, Boris will try to test the virus on people who live on the island before spreading it around the Earth. It means that even if they didn't find Boris there, they could find people infected with the virus. And it means we'll have the sample of the virus for us to research. I'll inform Taffer that we need a sample of the virus and I'm sure his team will do their best to find it and deliver it to us as soon as possible. And while they are working on it, we can do our part in restoring your files." Just as Shirra called for Lexy by Vo's command, Vo turned around, seeing someone moving in the corner of his eye. At first the holographic image looked like a small Teletubby, but when Vo managed to have a closer look, he recognized that it was Lexy wearing a Hazmat suit.  Looking at her, Vo thought it might be a good idea for him to wear his own space-worthy armor when they started to work with live samples of the virus. Meanwhile, a holographic image of a young girl with a spiky haircut and a skateboard slung behind her back appeared next to Lexy as she sat next to the little girl. "Hi Lexy," Shirra said, "We have a very important task for you. I'm sure you'll find it interesting as I know you like to learn new things. We're going to organize a neural network. This way we, EGO units of various hosts, will be able to combine our computing power in restoring Dr. Todt's research data that was damaged by an unknown process. Here, I've written a quick manual on how to organize such network for you." Shirra handed Lexy the manual which looked like a comic book and continued her explanation, "Yes Lexy, you will be forming and coordinating the network made of us, EGOs as you have the best communication bandwidth and space to store data. Once you connect us with each other, we will train our network first on known samples. You see, we have some files which exist in both intact and corrupted versions. We'll analyze all of them to reverse-engineer the algorithm which made those files corrupted. And after we'll be familiar what pattern are we searching for, we'll try to restore the remaining files. Everything we'll be uncertain of, we'll present to Dr. Todt for reviewing, and after he corrects them for us, it will be added to our training pattern. Isn't it fun if all us EGOs will work under your command?" "It looks really fun but I'm not sure if I can coordi… coor… make you all work together!" Lexy said as she sifted through Shirra's manual, "This Neural thing seems complicated!" "You can do it Lexy," Shirra reassured, "I'll help you. Besides we EGOs are already neural networks ourselves. We know how it operates. We just need a little help to organize a bigger one. I'm sure you can help us with it."  |
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