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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 2, 2015 5:26:58 GMT
Sophie sighed again, understanding now, how hard Volodja's counselling work really was. She had to deal with her crying little sister in safe home environment, while Volodja dealt with his patients during the most unusual situations and had to use his knowledge, skills, experience and luck to find right words and techniques for different personality types in the right moment to avoid fatal consequences. That was really hard task, but if Volodja can do it, so can she. Let us see now...
"Don't think bad about yourself. Never! I like boys myself, and not any kind, but certain type - smart, kind and handsome with serious intentions, but I think I understand you and your feelings. You are still young, scared an inexperienced in those kind of things, but you will learn. If you both like each other in a certain way, then I am not the one to judge you and nobody else don't have that right too. And don't panic about refusal too soon. It hasn't happened yet, so she might say "yes" instead. Everything is fine with you. Don't you forget that if you are broken, then Amber is broken too and so am I, because we all have our preferences and feelings, although we are EGO-psyches. I am glad to be myself, damn it! I can see, I can feel, I can think. Yes, it makes my life harder than "normal" EGO-s have, but at least I feel alive, unlike them. And we all are lucky to have hosts, like we have, who enjoy our company and those feelings are mutual. You are exactly what Atticus needs - soft and caring. Don't know much about Amber yet, so have to speak from my experience of being Volo's double in certain way. We just complete each other and are much alike about in everything. For a long time we had only each other to be with so we grow to be really close. Now we have more friends, including you. And don't worry about Sandy - she will come to see you, but I certainly hope she visits Volodja too after that. Volodja is in love, like you are and think about whom he loves - an EGO girl and he just don't care what others might think about his choice. And just like him, you should not be worrying about that too. Only thing matters, is YOUR opinion, because you are big enough to afford one already."
After finishing her tirade Sophie sighed again. It was hard task to convince somebody and she still didn't knew if she was helping Dinara or not.
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 2, 2015 6:57:58 GMT
Sitting on her tiny little bumbum on her floor, Dinara looks up Sophie's 5.9 frame to look at her face. Dinara wipes away the tears as she talks quietly. "You are right. She might say yes. I hope she does! Perhaps we can invite her to our next sleepover?"
Sophie offers her hand to Dinara, who takes it, so Sophie can help her up. As soon as Dinara is on her feet she hugs Sophie tight, and tugs on Sophie's outfit to pull the taller woman down to her smaller frame. Sophie gets the idea and Kneels down. Dinara hugs her tighter and gives her a loving sisterly kiss on the cheek. Then says, "Thank you for listening! You like my room and dress? You wanna know a secret about my PURPLE room?! The walls are really WHITE!!! YUP WHITE! I used lots of cool LED lights to make it look this COOL!"
Then Dinara pulls back out of Sophie's grip, and looks at Sophie still kneeling there and smiles slightly at her big sister. "My opinion matters?! Alright! Here goes! Mr. Volo is a fool. He acts like nobody likes him but we all do! I bet if he chose to go to the War Room and make Mr. Taffer's empty desk his own, everyone would accept it and not think twice because he has the right to be there as an important part of the team! Ok not a fool, except when it comes to that! The rest of the time he is the smartest guy I know, but no telling! Besides he would never believe it! You are a great sister, even though you sounded like Mr. Volo for a second with that lecture! So I guess he is a better teacher than he thinks in a lot of ways!"
Dinara smiles wider and a mischevious twinkle appears in her eye as she decides it is time to try to get a real reaction out of her sister. "Boys are YUCKY! I felt yucky when I kissed Brody on the cheek! They smell bad! Girls smell yummy! Boys look funny and bad, especially naked! Girls' bodies look GREAT! Amber and I kissed! ALOT! It was LEGENDARY!" Dinara stands there smugly, with her hands on her hips.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 2, 2015 7:20:01 GMT
Sophie just raised her eyebrow after hearing Dinara's confession. She had met lot of different kind of people during her life (yes she called it life, instead of using "existence") so nothing shocked her at all, but she felt that she had to be loyal to her friend Volodja and explain reasons of his self esteem issues. She started with a compliment about Dinara's taste and then smoothly moved on to another topic:
"Using LED-s is a really nice touch. You have taste, Dinara. And you have a sharp mind. But I feel that I have to say something to the defence of Volodja. Do you know who perfectionist is? A person, who is striving for flawlessness and who sets high performance standards for oneself. Not to mention overly critical self evaluation and concerns regarding evaluation of others as a "bonus". Unfortunately Volodja is one of them - he is never satisfied with himself and his deeds and pushes himself over the edge all the time, trying to reach those standards he has set for himself. I do wish that he would be more easy going, but...I can't change him. And can't blame him, because in my own charming way I am a perfectionist too. And I am not even sure that I want to change him at all. That makes him to be Volodja, as we know and like him. I do hope he won't quit tutoring though, because he took me to couple of virtual places already, so he is capable to organise really interesting virtual school trips.
I have nothing against boys, as I told you, but I would NEVER kiss Brody either. He is not my type and never will be. I prefer brains, looks and sense of humour in the same package. Brody lacks most of those things, so I am afraid that when I kiss him, he turns into a frog. Girl must set high standards for herself. Damn! That perfectionism came out again. But I am not mind that you kissed Amber. That is who you are. Maybe it is passing phase for a teenage girl on her way of self discovery, maybe not, but we accept you the way you are, because we care about you. Damn it! I am lecturing again." Sophie started to giggle and soon she was laughing uncontrollably at her own over professional behaviour...
"I am not laughing at you Dinara, but myself. I could use some fun time after that mess in the mess, but I ended up giving you a lecture. One more thing, before I continue with laughing - if I am perfectionist and consider you to be my favourite girl, then you MUST be PERFECT," she finally managed to say, before her silvery laughter burst out again.
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on May 2, 2015 10:57:36 GMT
Erika Widowmaker had called Amber back to duty before going from the war room to the mess hall. Amber helped Erika multi-task, and often Erika wondered how she managed even routine endeavors without her EGO implant. However, Erika was beginning to believe this EGO psyche was different than her previous one that was merely a machine or tool to get a job done. This one - Amber - had... personality. Was it because Erika had named it? Was it all a figment of Erika's imagination? Being an extremely pragmatic person, Erika would be the first to admit that she didn't have much of an imagination for anything but finding inventive solutions to real problems, so she couldn't see herself creating a personality for her EGO psyche on a whim. Either her subconscious had a reason for inventing "Amber", or her EGO psyche had somehow developed sentience on its own.
Erika put such thoughts away for consideration at a later time, as events in the mess hall had to take top priority. Erika already had a lockdown in effect as soon as the altercation in the canteen had been reported to her, and med and security personnel had all been put on standby from the beginning. When the injured Volodja had briefed her as to what happened, Officer Lena Marr was not her top concern, as she felt that if Lena had already left the base as reported, then she was a problem for another day. She thanked Volodja for a job well done, before addressing what she considered a real and present danger still in the mess. Belle Starr then was the more immediate threat, but there were team members seriously injured, and even though they had EGO devices to help them recover, it was paramount they get to the infirmary, so she made sure Dr. Orion was in control of that task before turning to Belle.
Triage was Erika's specialty when she had worked for the Collective, and even though her EGO allowed her to do it for effectively and efficiently, she had a natural talent for it which she had developed over the years. Erika was in her element in situations like this, so she took command easily, dealing with each problem in turn. Atticus, Volodja, and Lady getting emergency medical treatment, in that order, then moved to the infirmary - check! Belle secured and transported back to the prison quarters that she should never been allowed to leave - check! Evidence secured from Brody, which seemed to be a hollow ring of some sort, and taken to Haele for scientific analysis - check! Brody taken into protective custody and sent to Kaj at security central for detention - check! Kaj, Chloe, and Chris all on duty and all briefed on the situation, check!
As her mother's attentions turned outwards, Amber smiled mentally as she sent Dinara a quick, "Of course I want to be your girlfriend! I...really, really, like you too! Oh... Mother needs me again! We'll talk again - soon!"
"Uh, Erika. This is Chris. I thought I better report this to you as soon as I discovered it. No vehicles are missing from the motor pool. And I had Kaj send me the security visuals of Officer Marr's escape, and they've been counterfeited in a really sophisticated way by - "
Erika digested this new information, putting words into action, "Excuse me Chris, I'll get the particulars later, unless there is something you think I need to know immediately; otherwise, I need to get this warning out!" Erika then stated on the base intercom from the war room, "Officer Lena Marr is loose on the base and is to be considered armed and dangerous! All security personnel are ordered to neutralize her threat! Deadly force is authorized! All other personnel should secure their station if on duty, or remain in their locked quarters if off duty!"
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 2, 2015 11:34:25 GMT
Dinara does a quick check of my vitals, seeing that somebody shifted my ribs so they are no longer sticking into my lung. So she was able to focus all healing perimeters on the lung first, then the ribs. Then she blinks at Sophie's outburst of giggles, then joins in the laughter for a little while. "You think I am perfect to! Yay! I am perfect! I am the bestest! I....yikes! I am sounding as arrogant as Kakusibutt! NOOO! Don't want to be arrogant, better than all other races, Kakusibutt!" Dinara giggles again then says, "Still love him like a brother, but Kakusi is sooooooo full of himself and his perfection crap! Well you met him. So you know! He sure seemed to enjoy talkin to you and Amber, in our springbreak adventure whatever! Seeing Kabule actually being somewhat civil was different though! But nice for a change! He is normally so cranky and mean!"
Just then Dinara gets Amber's message, and Sophie can see all of her little sister's fears and apprehensions just disapear. So obviously it is good news. Dinara beams and jumps up and down in joy, then grabs Sophie's hands! "She said YES! It's happy time! DANCE TIME!" Dinara then starts dancing as some music starts playing.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 2, 2015 12:18:40 GMT
Belle Starr woke up in her bed in her prison quarters, dressed in her oversized t-shirt that proudly was embossed with "I'm with stupid" and an arrow pointing to the right, thinking maybe the arrow should be pointing straight to her. As she stared at the ceiling she sighed deeply, closing her blue eyes hoping to drift back to sleep, but her memories of what happened wouldn't let her.
Contrary to what most believed, her inner beast would often let her watch his rampages, helpless to do anything but unable to look away. Why the creature within did so some times but not others, she didn't know. Maybe Atticus was right when he asserted that the Were-Volge was a separate entity that just craved her acceptance of it into the whole of her personality, but she was loathe to believe such rage and violence was truly part of her nature.
Alfred interrupted her thoughts and for once, she was grateful for it when he said, "My dear, you'll be happy to know that the last vestiges of those pesky nanites are out of your system. I do believe that given time I can create for you an immunity to them, but the work would go faster if I had a real lab and well - hands. I have informed your colleagues of these facts, but frankly my dear, I don't think they give a damn!" Alfred chuckled at his old movie reference before continuing, "Don't you think it's time you took your leave from them? You and I both know you could break out of this prison cell - well, how do you put it - easy peasey! If you don't, be prepared to look at these four walls for the rest of your life, for they will never let you endanger them again. Whether it was your fault or not doesn't matter, you will always be a danger to them! Save them as well as yourself and just leave!"
"Shut up Alfred! Just... shut up!" Replied Belle, as she kept her blue eyes tightly shut, trying to go back to sleep but unable.
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 2, 2015 13:31:06 GMT
While Lady Christianna slept in the infirmary, and since Sandy had made sure that she was nanite free and unhurt, Sandy had decided to make a quick visit to Dinara and Volodja. Sandy really wanted to be with Voloda first and foremost, but she had heard Dr. Orion say his wounds were minor and non-life threatening, and Dinara sounded so upset, so she visited her first.
Sandy listened to Dinara as she hugged her, and was grateful that Dinara couldn't see Sandy raise her eyebrows when Dinara confessed her feelings as to Amber. She glanced at Sophie who was also there to console Dinara, but Sophie merely shrugged with a smile.
Sandy wondered if she had ever been so young, but dismissed the thought as she smiled warmly and said, "Love won't be denied kiddo! Doesn't matter the race, the gender, or even the life status, love just won't be denied. Look at Volodja and me: He's an intellectual, I'm just a dumb grunt! He knows all about the great works of art and literature, I just know what I like! He's refined and cultured, I'm at best a diamond in the rough! He'd prefer to talk his way out of trouble, I'd like to just shoot and ask questions later! Oh yeah, and the biggest difference, he's alive and I'm dead! Differences don't mean a damn thing when love is involved. I truly love him, unqualified, no questions asked, more than life itself, love him! So enjoy the hell out of while you can, revel in it today, because you never know what might happen tomorrow."
Sandy gave Dinara a quick hard squeeze before breaking the hug and stepping back, "Speaking of lover boy, I really want - no scratch that - need to see him! I miss him so much when I'm not with him, but I can't stay long, for Lady is starting to stir, and I have to tell her delicately that she is now two months pregnant! Seems like every time junior uses his power, he grows a bit more! I don't know if this will still occur after he is born, but it sure is a worry now."
With that said, she grinned and gave Dinara a sisterly kiss on the cheek, not nearly as hot as the one Dinara had received from Amber but warm in its own way, then said sincerely to Sophie, "Thanks for taking such good care of Volodaja. It can't be easy him being so damn heroic all the time! Sometimes I wish the world would just leave him and his scholarly stuff alone, but that's not the world we live in anymore. Anyway, you two are the best damn sisters any soldier-gal could ever hope to have!"
Sandy had a sudden premonition, like a soldier in a foxhole often gets just before an artillery barrage blows him to kingdom come. She shook the thought off, knowing that whatever happened, she would always treasure the moments she had with Volodja, and that they would always have Paris even if one or the other of them no longer existed.
With that she appeared by Volodja's bedside, grinning as she showered his face with kisses, thinking, "Yes, we'll always have Paris."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 2, 2015 13:46:28 GMT
Volodja looked at Sandy's pretty face and said: "I love you so much and I don't want to live without you. I prefer happily ever after part for both of us, but if I ever lose you, the rest of my life will be meaningless. I love you, Sandy, as long as I live. Please, don't never leave me."
He kept looking up to his love and life and he meant every word, he just said. He never believed that he will grow old, until he met Sandy. His life style was not suitable to grant him a long life anyway. Always risking his life, always getting in trouble, always feeling alone, always knowing that he will never find his true love. And now he had a reason to live long enough - Sandy. She was the one Volodja wanted to grow old with and have long and happy life. So he looked up to her baby blue eyes with his brown ones from his hospital bed and every cell of his body was full of love to her, knowing after several times he almost lost Sandy, that she is the one for him and always will be. Even if she was a down to earth soldier, selfless, respectable and most adorable and he was just an useless dreamer, scholar, poet and romantic fool, not very suitable to live in post apocalyptic world at all, because of his soft nature, that goddess loved him, no matter what. And Volodja loved her, even when he was absolutely sure that he was not worth to have her in his life and in his heart, but hoped that she will stay with him as long as he lives.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 2, 2015 18:54:33 GMT
Marcel Lestrange was resting in his bed. After making the beast with two backs, female half of the beast took off and finally gave Marcel some privacy, leaving him smoking his cigarette and tapping ashes to the floor. He thought that cleaning lady had actually work for her scrip too, so why not give her a real reason to clean his room.
Moira appeared next to his bed and said spitefully: "Pig! You didn't even thanked the poor girl for having such a trouble with you."
"Satisfaction was mutual, so I thanked her in my own way. No need for unnecessary words. We both were grown people and both we knew exactly why we came here," replied Marcel, puffing his cigarette and sending small smoke ring through bigger one.
"Still a pig, who doesn't know how to treat ladies," continued Moira. "I bet that Vo..."
"He is not here, is he?"said Marcel sarcastically. "So you have to enjoy being in my company, ma chérie."
"More like merely TOLERATE it," snapped Moira to him, before getting back into his mind.
Marcel threw his cigarette butt to the ash tray, took out his pistol and started to clean it. Man must clean his tools after using them. And before putting them on a use again, because Marcel already had another contract on his way. Varus was satisfied with his performance, especially with the courier part. If that poor sucker ever makes to Varus, he can cut his fee for losing his cargo and being late, so Marcel saved some scrip for that cheap bastard and that made Varus to suggest him another gig right away...
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Post by Belle Starr on May 2, 2015 21:19:16 GMT
When she couldn't get back to sleep, Belle Starr got up out of bed, took a shower then got dressed in her spare red white and blue Liberty Trooper armor. She then packed the few belongings in the room she felt attached to in a plain duffle bag, which were not many, then sat on the bed staring at the highly fortified prison door.
"Miss Starr, what are you doing?" Said a young feminine disembodied voice, probably a base security officer sent to relieve Officer Lena Marr, Belle's usual Guardian AKA prison guard.
"Please let me speak to whoever is in charge in the war room," Asked Belle calmly, thinking that the voice must belong to a teenage girl about Lady's age, then thinking, "When did I become so old? I'm only twenty-two but I feel twice that old! I've become ancient!, "
The disembodied voice, clearly nervous, replied, "Um, they are a little busy at the moment, I - "
"I said please!" The steel in Belles voice was clearly audible.
After a few minutes, another feminine voice, one both familiar and authoritative, but one that sounded tired, said, "What can I do for you Belle?"
"Y'all can let me out of here, Erika!" Drawled Belle as she laconically leaned back on the bed, braced by her elbows, "I'm tired of being cooped up and I've run out of pencils to stick in the ceiling here! I'll leave the base and go back to my blue trailer at the Crater, and I'll come back here only if you need me for something! And if y'all need me for missions, you can reach me there and I'll sure as shooting come help lickety split! See, easy-peasey, I can still help y'all while not endangering anybody here, but I'll have my freedom!"
Belle heard Erika sigh, then say, "But what of the people at the Crater? What of the people of Paradise? What of the people you will endanger wherever you go Belle? I can't discuss this right now, as Lena Marr turned out to be a triple agent and is armed and loose in the base so we are on lockdown. You wounded Atticus and Volodja in your last volge-out, as people are calling it here, so we are shorthanded as well. Soon as I have a chance to breathe, I will consider your request, hopefully with Atticus and Volodja's input."
"Darn it to heck, Erika! Let me loose and I can help then!" Pleaded Belle.
"You know I can't do that Belle. Please just wait and let us handle the present crisis, and then we will consider you," Answered Erika,
Belle fell back on the bed, staring at the collection of a score of pencils sticking in the ceiling of her prison chambers, and thought, "Erika made it clear to me that she considers me a crisis to be handled too, and I'm pretty sure I already know where she stands on letting me go! So what should I do now?"
"I should think that would be obvious my dear," Replied Alfred, her EGO psyche and the spirit of her long-dead scientist father who had spliced Belle's genes with those of a Volge in preparation for the next war with the Votans, whose plans he thought were finally coming to fruition.
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Post by Lady Christianna on May 2, 2015 21:33:49 GMT
When Lady Christianna awoke, still tired from her ordeal, Dr. Orion gave her an impromptu check-up, confirming her EGO psyche's assertion that Lady was now two months pregnant although otherwise completely healthy.
"Hella!" Said Lady with conviction.
"My feelings completely," Thought Sandy, Lady's EGO's psyche, through the telepathic link they shared.
Lady was more concerned about Atticus, but Dr. Orion said his EGO was healing him nicely, but that he needed his rest and was asleep. Dr. Orion suggested she go back to her quarters and rest herself, and that he would let her know when Atticus was awake, letting her see him then. Lady reluctantly agreed, then returned to the quarters she and Atticus shared, going down the empty hallways flanked by the two security guards assigned to her by Erika Widowmaker.
When they got to the door of her quarters, Lady turned and looked up at the much taller guards, saying, "Stay."
"Miss Christianna," Began the braver of the two guards, "We were ordered to protect you and we can do a better job of it if we stay with you."
A pout formed on her thin white lips as Lady said with fire in her pink eyes, "STAY!"
"As you wish," Said the guard resignedly, as Lady entered her quarters, closing the door behind her as the two guards took position on either side of the door in the hallway.
Lady wanted a hot shower more than anything right that second, and the last thing she wanted was an audience for it - unless it was Atticus. She giggled at the thought of her performing a striptease for him as she quickly took off her clothes, wondering if he would still want one once her pregnancy began to show. At this rate, she thought it wouldn't be long. She looked at her naked thin chalk white body in the full length mirror of her bedroom, still not seeing what could possibly please Atticus as to her it was hideous. She felt herself too short, too skinny, too boyish.
"I'm a boy wonder," Thought Lady to herself with a frown, but then smiled her usual Mona Lisa smile thinking anew, "But Atticus loves it and me. That's so sweeeeet!"
She looked again in the mirror, this time getting a side view, and could swear she saw a slight bulge in her tummy although it was at least a month too soon for such a thing. Her normal flat chested bosom seemed to be less flat chested as well to her, and that was possible as her hormones raged. Not for the first time, Lady wondered if Atticus would still love her when she got incredibly fat and her huge boobs began to droop during the pregnancy, or so her imagination painted the picture, but she was a teen who lived in the moment, and quickly dismissed the thought. What mattered to her was that he loved her now, unconditionally and with no reservations, so she would waste no time with what ifs.
"Shower time," Lady muttered out loud, as she opened the bathroom door, seeing Lean Marr crouching there with her SAW light machine gun, braced against the back wall.
Lady's pink eyes grew wide and her small mouth fell open as LENA began firing, emptying the SAW's clip at her, but Sandy appeared as a hologram in front of Lady. Because of the holo-emitters in the room, Sandy was made of hard light, acting as a make-shift shield. Sandy wasn't sure it would work, but had to try, however that was not what the hard light amplifiers were meant for, and light chips began to fly off her holographic form as Lena continued to fire. Just as the SAW's clip emptied, Sandy's holographic form collapsed to the bedroom floor, light bleeding out in the form of beams emanating from a score of wounds.
Sandy's final message before she collapsed was, "Tell Volodja - !"
Lady knew their quarters were sound-proofed and that the guards would most likely not hear the gunshots from the hallway, so she knew it was up to her to save herself and her unborn child, so she engaged her blur EGO power as Lena reloaded her machine gun. Just as Lena began to fire again, Lady tucked in her body hitting Lena like a cannon ball hard into the back wall, knocking Lena unconscious. Lady stood unsteadily on her feet over the unconscious would-be assassin, then put one small alabaster hand to her forehead, feeling the wetness there. As she looked at the hand, her fingers covered in light pink colored blood, she fell like a rag doll into a heap on the floor.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 3, 2015 4:24:57 GMT
Wolfram von Eschen let another calmed down patient out from his cabin. Volodja was right about them and their emotional condition - they were just scared people and kind words and giving them candy, entschuldige, a gulp of his famous elixir instead of sweets, because he hadn't any candy at his disposal, got their emotional balance back relatively well. Sunken into he work, Wolfram didn't knew anything about events in rest of the base. Feeling a bit tired, he decided to something unusual - get out from his cabin himself and visit Volodja, because he wanted to brag in front of him. Spotting two guards standing in front of Atticus's and Volodja's cabins made him curious and uneasy at the same time, so he lowered his glance to avoid staring at them and something on the floor caught his eye - small streak of light pink blood appeared from tiny crack between Atticu's door and the wall. Guards didn't noticed anything yet, so Wolfram was the one, who opened the door and discovered what just happened inside. "Idioten!" he shouted with confidence in his voice, like he was back in military service. "Alert the base, verdammt! And inform Volodja and Orion!" He could let the guard call someone more competent, but since his social circle was still small, he burst out names of his friends as a first thing and it worked very well, because guards had lost their heads for a second, because of most unusual situation and hearing clear orders made them mechanically obey. ____________________ Volodja felt bored because of his forced rest already. Sandy left and his wounds were minor ones and all he had to do is stare the ceiling. Booooring! Then the guard rushed in and informed Volodja, Atticus and Orion about Wolfram's discovery. Hearing that Volodja felt ice cold spike impaling his heart and causing pain, but he clenched his teeth and said through them: "Thank you for acting so fast, so I am willing to forget the fact that you didn't checked Atticus's cabin first for dangers, while we have a killer in loose." Then he put his mind to work. Atticus was still their leader. Few broken ribbs didn't affect his mind, which had to be clear and calm at moment, so he said: "Be calm, Giant. You are the leader, so keep your feelings under control. And I apologize in advance now, because I am going to act without your permission. You can punish me later for that. No time to lose now! Here is what we are going to do - we will have an emergency surgery to Sandy right there, where she is. We can't transport her here. I'll take Orion and emergency equipment and you will get MOM there, Giant, if we need to make blood transfusion from EGO to EGO. They are sisters and probably share same blood type. Grab your equipment and everything else you need, Orion and let's go! Wolfram and I will assist you. And get Haele there too with her medical nanites just in case. We used them to upgrade Sophie in our Moon mission, so maybe they help Sandy too. You (Volodja spoke to the guard) will come with us and deliver Lena under Erika's custody, not Kaj's, because I don't want to see any damned conflict of interests here!" Voldoja rushed out, hoping that he was clear enough and Atticus forgives him his behaviour. But it didn't matter. He had to save his girl and can be sorry later!  Dragging along Orion and medical emergency equipment bag, Volodja rushed into Atticus's cabin, ignoring blood which soaked bandages on his injured hand, making them red. He entered and seeing Lady on the floor, covered her body with a bed sheet and ordered guards to take Lena away. Then he was on the floor too, kneeling next to Sandy and looking into her closed eyes, feeling tears on his cheeks, but there was not any time to lose, so he ordered: "No time for decent disinfection, so pour the medical spirit or Wolfram's booze on your scalpels and lancets and light it! Bloody field surgery!" He and Orion took care of Sandy, while Wolfram was examining Lady's wounds. Sophie, tears in her green eyes and her virtual teeth biting her virtual lower lip, supported Sandy with her energy, because her little sister Dinara asked for her help and Volodja was already busy, fighting for Sandy's life and fighting his tears. Fortunately for Sandy and them she was not injured as bad as Volodja feared, because stuttering light machine gun in Lena's nervously shaking hands caused more damage to Atticus's repair budget, but things were still very bad and Volodja could hear Orion silently cursing, while he looked at Sandy again and whispered his mantra mentally, so only Sandy could hear it: "Don't want to lose you, don't wan't to use you. Love you so much." while his red blood dropped down from his hand, getting mixed with Sandy's holographic light beams on the floor, until Volodja realized that he should wear rubber gloves and put them on... |
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 3, 2015 5:54:54 GMT
Hearing the guard, I sit straight up. My pain can wait. Fighting my rage and the nagging feeling that Lady needs me NOW, I listen to Voldja. However as soon as he is gone, I jump out of bed, the medical staff and the security next to me try stopping me due to my severe injuries as I stagger on my feet. After I am on my feet, I quickly grab my pistol from my pile of gear, not bothering with the armor or helm. No time for useless protection, need to get Belle and get to Lady!!
As I stagger out the door, running as fast as my broken body will go, Dinara starts yelling at me. "Atty get back in bed! Call Security and Erika! Tell them the problem and have them get Belle there, dang it! Your body is barely being held together!"
I respond with, "No time! Now shut it! I am already on my way to Belle and saving Lady, even if it means my death!"
Even if i die i can't let you go! English Translation
With extreme emotion, Dinara yells, "NO, ATTY, NO!!!"
Then she turns to her big sister Sophie. "Atty is killing himself! He is running to get Belle personally!! Please help Mr. Volo save them both so Atty's stupidity isn't in vain!"
Dinara then contacts Amber. Panicking, Dinara screams, "Amber please send your Mom to Lady's room! She is in danger! Atty knows it and knows Belle will be needed so he is risking his life to get Belle, then get to Lady!"
I quickly stagger down the hall to where Belle is currently secured. I order security to open the door immedietely and let Belle leave with me, before I do something that THEY regret. Seeing the tell-tell angry blue aura around me and in my eyes and my favorite pistol in hand, they quickly comply, besides I am still their commander, and I stagger in.
"Belle! We need to get to Lady's room NOW! She and Sandy are both injured! No time to explain! Just get moving!" As I stagger back out the doorway, knowing Belle will come since it is about Lady, I head to my quarters as quickly as I can. Ignoring the pain and fighting the dizziness and urge to collapse or let my feral instincts take over.
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Post by Belle Starr on May 3, 2015 8:03:35 GMT
Just as a hand cuffed Lena Marr was being led out by the two guards and Erika Widowmaker, Belle and Atticus, she keeping him upright, with her Volge strength, hobbled into the quarters he shared with Lady Christianna. "I'm a doctor not a light mechanic," Explained Dr. Orion to a pleading Volodja, "I don't know what you expect me to do? There is the off chance that Haele might be able to help, but I don't thing she can get here in time. Look, Sandy's light form is already starting to fade and it looks like the cracks in her body are emanating larger light beams as we speak! I have to take care of my flesh and blood patients, the ones I can help!" With that, Dr. Orion's Med-team entered with two stretchers, one for the unconscious Lady and one he demanded the protesting Atticus be put on, then Dr. Orion lead them back to the infirmary, leaving Belle and Volodja there. Suddenly a third form appeared behind the two kneeling over Sandy's light leaking body. A tall thin man in a lab coat with silver streaked hair puffed on a pipe as he looked curiously over their shoulders. "Actually, Mr Uljanov's idea is quite brilliant - in theory," Said Alfred, Belle's EGO psyche impassively, as if looking at a mathematical equation, "One EGO could give transfusion to another, although it would be transfusion of energy, not blood. The tricky part comes in the fact that Captain Belle is in holographic form, and therefore the energy would have to be turned into light and back again to keep her alive. You would need an exceptionally talented EGO to pull it off, and one willing to endanger it's existence as well if it couldn't!"  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on May 3, 2015 8:39:13 GMT
"Are you up for a challenge Alfred?" asked Volodja. "From mere scientific interest? You know, how many scientists were willing to try everything themselves, like Benjamin Franklin who experimented with lightning, Jonas Salk who tested his polio vaccine on himself and his family or Kevin Warwick who had his team surgically implant a silicon chip transponder into his forearm for an experiment, so he could monitor his own nervous system and linked it to internet, not to mention LSD discoverer Albert Hoffmann, who was first tester of it or Ole Jakob Malm, who transplanted foreign tissue onto his own skin in order to discern among different tissue types? How about you - are you willing to try and put your name to that list of fame?" Volodja stopped talking with Alfred as he was nobody and turned to Sophie instead:
"But I have to be objective here - Alfred tends to hesitate and give up and leave the scenery, as long as I remember, when he feels endangered, so I bet that you, Sophie, will succeed in being the first EGO ever who managed to transfuse energy to another EGO, when Alfred will run off, as he usually does. You are as intelligent and curious as him and ready to accept new challenges. Right Sophie? We tried simpler energy transactions before, like five minutes ago and on our Moon mission when we used my idea having Atticus's Grid as an extra energy transformator, but now we can try something much more complicated here, like transfusion and transformation processes of EGO energy and discover something totally new, because we provided EGO with energy, but now we have to cure one. It's a really rare occasion to discover something new and we are not going to waste it.
I am afraid that Alfred may lack something, so he can't help us. Ambition maybe? Or spirit of research? Or will and skill to describe what he feels during that process and transformation stages? Or capacity of creating terminology? I doubt that. It must be something else. I could do it, but unfortunately I am not an EGO, so I can't prove the new Uljanov theory about energy transfusion myself, but Alfred obviously doesn't want to help me here and become co founder of the Starr-Uljanov theory. Sophie dear, I assume that you are not mind having your name mentioned? We will become famous, dear girl. Think I have every right to say that Alfred gave up his scientific interests after becoming an EGO and doesn't want to discover or prove anything any more. That's OK, Sophie dear. We will do it without him and become part of science history in future.
Alfred led us to the right path, when he corrected basis of theory, but I do assume that he will just quit, before we start that important experiment. I won't blame him, when he is not ready for something new. We are ready, Sophie dear, because you and I are real scientists. Besides - Alfred might have done minor miscalculations, like he did last time, when he was experimenting. I guess that Alfred is feeling little insecure about his skills right now. It's totally understandable. Dr. Orion managed to take bullets our from Sandy's body, but he gave up the rest, but I do believe that Alfred will be back in shape...after few decades, but we don't have that much time to wait, so we better begin, Sophie dear. It's about time that younger minds take over. Such a shame though, to see Alfred deliberately giving up his chance to climb back on the top where he once belonged."
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