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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jul 6, 2015 19:58:32 GMT
"Lena-darling," said Marcel soothingly. "Let poor Volodja to be. I am sure he will give a good use to his little gun one moment. But now I am going to start. You may join me Volodja or not, but I must warn you that after my first shot they will be angry as bees after someone kicked their hive." He took an aim and as soon as first head appeared into his sight held his breath and pulled smoothly the trigger. Head exploded immediately spreading blood, scull pieces and brains all over encampment and Votans, inhabiting it.
"Très Bien," muttered Marcel. "See how masters handle those things. Couple of more shots and you HAVE to join me, because they will discover us."
Next shot missed a bit but not much. Target moved in a last second and instead of his face Marcel's bullet pierced through his throat. Votan fell to his knees, gurgling because of blood rushing out form the bullet hole and his mouth. Finally he fell to the ground face upwards and his dead eyes kept staring grey winter sky without seeing it actually. Third target pulled out his gun and even spotted where first bullets came, but he didn't managed to open his mouth to warn others. Marcel's bullet kicked his teeth in, made it's way through the brains and exited through the back of his scull.
"Well Volodja," said Marcel. "Show me what you can do, because accidentally they are running towards our hideout and I must reload my rifle soon."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 7, 2015 3:50:11 GMT
Erika nodded her head in slow assent as she took in the information, then looked at him intently with her striking jade eyes as she asserted, "Then as soon as we get back to Fortress K'shaa, we - no, I - need to get to Lima as soon as possible! Let us not kid ourselves with this triumvirate nonsense, you are the true leader of this team and you must stay and make sure your team mates are returned to normal! I will go and retrieve my grandchildren, and send to hell whoever stands in my way to doing so!"
My eyes flash with emotion as I listen to Erika. "It is our family now, as long as you consider me your brother. So you do not need to do it alone anymore. I say we have a command team meeting once we are back at base. Our family is in the care of somebody that Taffer knows and seems to trust. So we should get his opinion on the situation, and see if he can come up with a way to get them safely smuggled out of Lima and to a safe place to be retrieved by us. Then we propose that several of us go to Lima or the rendezvous point to get them. If Skarr has a fatal "accident" at that time, then even better. If the team decides against it, then you and I go together.
As for the Triumvirate, you and Lady may see me as the true leader, however I doubt all do. Face it I was only in command because Taffer took off and my decisiveness was needed. However, if some people had a say, then you would have been in charge. Others would have picked Belle. Nobody would have picked me, and if a poll was taken on who our leader should be, I doubt it would be me. Taffer is back and everyone likes and respects him more, and was the well-respected leader of this team before I joined it. So if this Triumvirate is ended, then my guess is that most would insist he be made leader again.
Besides leading is of no concern to me. Never has been. So why should it now? Keeping all of my family safe is what concerns me most. So I would prefer that you do NOT go alone to Lima. However, you are my older sister and Matriarch of the family, so I suppose in matters such as these, you have final say. So if you insist that I do not go 'WITH' you, then I will not be 'WITH' you there."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 7, 2015 4:17:39 GMT
Volodja turned his head slightly so everyone could see serious look on his handsome face and sadness in his usually warm and joyful brown eyes and said: "I will show what I can do. Not because I want to impress some of you, but because we have to maintain our lives at cost of others. It's either them or us and we have important mission to do - to warn innocent people about invasion on their home territory so they can prepare themselves. By my opinion, it's more important than task of those beasties - preventing us from doing it.
Unlike you, Marcel, I pay the price when I take a life. I am glad that I still have something human inside me who can regret a loss of another life. Even if it is me who ended it, I can feel sorrow because of that and remember that there was another sentient being in this world who had dreams and hopes, but not any more."
He raised his Ranger rifle, pressed it against his shoulder and adjusted telescopic sight with experienced move of his slim musician fingers. His forefinger lingered on the trigger waiting for the suitable moment. When it came, Volodja pulled the trigger and Marcel and Lena could see how his first shot took down nearest runner. Second one who was following at close distance stumbled to dead body of his team mate and that was enough for Volodja to take him down with a second bullet.
"See how easy it seems," said Volodja. "Two shots and two lives ceased to exist. Maybe they had families and friends who will mourn their loss, but if I didn't pulled the trigger then one of us might have been instead of them. I did what I had to, but that doesn't mean that I enjoyed it. It's a strange world where everyone doesn't enjoy a thrill from successful kill."
"Words and philosophy," said Marcel mockingly. "At least you you did something useful by liquidating immediate danger. Step aside now and let me finish the work. I could say that I ma not taking lives, but I do not, because I am not you, Volodja. And even if I did felt bad about that, I do enjoy my skills with a rifle. See!" And Marcel emptied whole clip. Three guys fell to the snow after that. Fourth one did the same, but Marcel missed a bit so Votan was only wounded and started to crawl away from the scene leaving trail of pink blood after him.
"Maybe he deserves another chance," stated Marcel coldly. "But I do not grant him that." He reloaded his rifle and killed wounded soldier with first shot which hit back of soldier's head.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jul 7, 2015 5:17:52 GMT
"Lena-darling. Time to do some recycling and free those corpses from everything valuable. They do not need anything any more but we can use extra scrip. Then we hide bodies. By the way - that extra scrip we get by looting compensates the extra trouble we are willing to have because of you two. Since it is rare occasion to enjoy your company Volodja and Mademoiselle Belle, Lena and I are willing to guard your backs almost for nothing. We consider those trophies we collect as our payment, right My Love?" Marcel was kindness itself. Or at least he seemed to be.
Another private message was sent: "It would be unfair to milk them more. All the amusement those good doers can offer without having a clue about it is absolutely free of charge. No tickets asked. We should pay THEM for that, but we do not. That should be fair enough - they entertain us for free and we gain extra money from looting."
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jul 7, 2015 6:02:00 GMT
Erika Widowmaker smiled slightly at the way Atticus had neatly turned the Patriarch card into a Matriarch card, noting that both were equally responsible for their family, which was correctly so, then she said, "You are right, of course. I have fought the battle for my family - our family - for so long by myself, that it is hard to adapt to having someone fighting by my side again. We will do as you say." Erika got up from her chair, clearly tired, and headed for the door but then stopped, hugging him from behind as he sat in his chair and kissing him quickly on the top of the head, saying, "I'm so glad we finally met again dear brother." With that, she went out to her cabin and laid down, until and unless she was needed again.  |
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 7, 2015 6:23:08 GMT
Lena watched as Volodja shot efficiently and effectively, and said grudgingly, "That was a good shot..." But then when Marcel shot, her wicked smiled returned and she clapped her hands in glee like a small child, exclaiming, "But that was SO much better! I LIKE it when there's more blood and gore!" Lena didn't hesitate when Marcel ordered the looting of the dead enemy bodies, leaving their hiding place with her quick blaster at the ready, then doing the job with great vigor. A ring stubbornly would not leave one corpse's finger, so without hesitation, Lena took out her switchblade and cut it off, putting both the finger and ring into her shoulder bag. Belle Starr merely shook her head, a grim look in her blue diamond eyes as she exchanged looks with Volodja, knowing he was as disgusted as herself at such barbaric behavior. She readied her SMG, watching for more enemies, with only the thought that the innocent citizens of Defiance would pay the price of their failure keeping her going onwards.  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 7, 2015 11:19:48 GMT
After Erika said, "I'm so glad we finally met again dear brother.", I responded with, "So am I. Although for me it would actually be, 'I am glad to have finally met you, darling sister.' As all I have of before Omec Colony is the snippet of the young girl singing to a baby boy. A long lost memory resurfaced as a long forgotten childhood dream, that started haunting me as an adult nightmare. Now that I know what that snippet really was, it will no longer haunt me. Atleast there is one less nightmare to disturb my slumber with Lady, and one snippet of a happy memory with a loving older sister that I never knew I had until recently. Now go get some rest so Amber can heal you without us doing something to make her work harder."
As Erika left my security office, I looked at my mask sitting on the desk for a little while, then I picked it up and put it on. I got up and grabbed my helm on my way out of the door. I walk to the ship's bridge and enter it. I walk up to Lady and kiss her gently and lovingly on her lips.
Then I whisper into her ear, "You are so amazing in every way and I am the luckiest man alive to have you!" Surprised at myself, because I actually referred to myself as a man for once, instead of the feral beast that I have come to see myself as. Then I go to my post on the Bridge. After checking the ship's systems from there, I say, "We will head back to Fortress K'shaa as soon as our little messenger crew returns from their delivery service. Since I don't see a reason for us to stay here any longer than necessary and nobody has provided me with one."
While I am on the bridge, Dinara, my EGO psyche pops into Erika's EGO device, carefully so she doesn't cause Erika any discomfort. She quietly appeared, in a long-flowing bosom-clinging purple dress accentuating what little cleavage she has, adorned with black fairy wings and a long gossamer bow, behind Amber.
She reaches up and places a slender hander on the taller young woman and tugs gently on her shoulder. As Amber turns to see who is disturbing her work, Dinara stands on her tiptoes and gives Amber the most passionate and loving kiss and embrace that she can muster. After a few seconds she breaks the kiss but continues to cling to HER wonderful Amber.
She adoringly looks up into Amber's beautiful green eyes, as she says, "I have missed you soooooooo soooooooooo much! I was sooo worried and sad that you were gone and we might not have been able to bring you back to us that even Kakusibutt actually tried comforting me. He couldn't succeed cuz I didn't want comforted by anybody but you, but he still tried. He is nicer than I give him credit for! He even did most of Atty's EGO work.....I was such a bad EGO, but I was sooooo worried about you and Erika! I am also still worried about Sophie. I hope she is alright and ready to come back too." After a few more seconds, Dinara releases Amber and looks around. "We need to decorate your room later, there's almost nothing here! Atleast there are a couple chairs!"
Dinara gives Amber another quick kiss, then sits on a chair, carefully adjusting her flowing dress as she does so. She smiles at Amber in an extremely adoring manner and says, "I am sorry I disturbed your work but I HAD to see you! I love you soo much! Now please get back to work helping your mother, and Atty's real sister. I am going to sit here and watch you until Atty needs me, and if you want help just say so and I will do what I can to help you. I may not have experience with a pureblood Irathient or tumors but thanks to Atty being an Irath/Grid, and always endangering his health and well-being, I do have plenty of unique experience, medically speaking. Anyway Amber Baby, I hope you don't mind but I need to be with you right now...to um...well... to assure you and myself that you are really back and still love me and wanna be with me..........as my girlfriend! However I will leave you alone with your extremely important work if you prefer. Afterall I don't want to distract you from something as important as what you are doing, and know I am probably bein selfish right now, but I don't crackerjackin' care! It has been so so hard bein away from you for so long and not knowing for certain that you were alright, and I can tell you feel the same way about me! So please say that I can stay and keep you company while you make Erika better!!!"
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Jul 7, 2015 12:01:22 GMT
"I... I... I.." Amber was at a loss for words as she faced Dinara's expectant face, knowing she expected Amber to say something; however, like her mother, Amber was much better with action than words, so she grabbed Dinara and pulled her close to her, kissing her long and hard, then said, "I missed you so much, love you so much..."  Amber kissed her passionately again, sliding a clay brown hand under Dinara's gossamer dress, cupping her small soft breast as she did so. A four post bed with white satin sheets and fluffy pillows appeared behind Dinara, and Amber lifted her into it. Amber slowly, almost ritualistically, undressed Dinara and then herself before crawling into bed with Dinara. "But you mother..." Began Dinara. Amber held one forefinger of one hand to Dinara's lips as the other slid down to Dinara's nether regions, her fingers gently stroking Dinara along the way, and whispered to Dinara before she kissed her again, longer and with even more passion, "Like my Mama, I know how to multi-task." |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 7, 2015 13:53:51 GMT
Lena finished her looting trip and jingled bunch of jewellery in her shoulder bag, obviously enjoying the sound of music she made. Marcel and Volodja had a more hard task, because they hid the bodies and cover every trace of the battle with snow while Belle watched their backs with a grim look in her beautiful diamond blue eyes. Volodja at least tried to show some respect for the dead while Marcel didn't seem to give a damn. Actually corpses didn't gave a damn either. "What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?... ...And when you are asked this question next, say “A grave-maker.” The houses that he makes last till doomsday," recited Volodja quietly, quoting Shakespeare when he was covering last body with snow. Volodja compared real landmarks with those in his head and started to walk along a small trail after short burial ceremony. "Ten feet from this stump and....here we are," he muttered, pulling his sapper shovel from it's place on his belt, kneeling down and starting to dig himself through layer of snow first. After reaching the ground he had to use his shovel as an axe and dig frozen soil by chopping it first. Piece after piece was thrown out from a small and not so deep hole until his shovel hit something which responded with a metallic sound. "This used to be a roof hatch, but now it became the door in the floor...or beneath the floor," said Volodja, pulling it open after last remains of soil were removed by him. "This time gentlemen first," was his remark before climbing down the ladder.  He reached the floor. Now it was Belle's turn to follow him. Marcel and Lena will stay on the watch near the hatch as they agreed. Belle started to climb down in most skilful manner when her leg suddenly slipped on the ladder stick, causing her to fall. Volodja was there with a second and caught her. He stood there holding Belle on his hands and pressing her gently against his chest while his heart pounded under his armour like a big drum and caught attention of everyone who could hear it. And Belle smelled like strawberries again. Volodja would never smell that sweet, but at least he could enjoy Belle's delicate scent while she was so close to him. The moment lasted an eternity....or only a few seconds - sometimes time just becomes relative. "Sorry about that, Belle," he muttered. "I just got carried away. I will put you down right away." |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jul 7, 2015 17:43:22 GMT
"Lena-darling," said Marcel to his gorgeous girlfriend who was playing with her new shiny trinkets she collected from corpses and giggled like a little girl who just received doll she longed, for her birthday. "I do hope that you don't freeze your tush in the snow. That would be a shame. You can wait in the car where is warm. I keep my eyes on things, don't you worry. I am used with cold, snow and ice, but you need warmth."
What was going on? He volunteered to stay outside so other person could hide from the cold. Lena was not just a person of course, but Marcel's beloved girl, so caring for her does not mean that Marcel became soft. One can ask from those dead bodies under snow. Most of them were Marcel's creation.
He lit one of his cigarettes, while he was looking Lena, stroking her attractive body with a glance from his eyes. Then he blew smoke out and waited her to go into their car where is warm and much more comfortable than outside. Marcel will be busy enough, because he intended to look around in outpost in a hope to find something worthy to sell afterwards. Information would be good article - data pads, disks or something similar. Good doers would pay nice amount of scrip for fresh information about the Beast. All they cared about was to warn innocents in Defiance.
Oh those idealists! People like Lena and him keep their feet firmly on the ground and end up in a top of the food chain together. Unless those two good doers do not try try to stop them. Mademoiselle Belle is an intelligent and beautiful young woman after all. If Marcel would be on Volodja's place, he would be making his move on her already, but that was not most important at moment. Most important for his beloved Lena and himself, of course, is to neutralize those two, because Belle was not alone. There is also Volodja - a chivalrous guy with a really sharp mind. Maybe the sharpest mind in all known world. If those two team up against Lena and him, then...But if they just team up, then Lena and him should be able to act freely, when good doers - Mademoiselle Belle and Volodja Le Fou -- are busy with holding each other hands and saving those so called innocents. All those "innocents" are sinners in one way or another or just a pray for predators like Lena and me," thought Marcel when he was heading to mini beasts outpost.
Marcel started his systematic and thorough search as he was planning earlier and whistled a simple tune. He will find something worthy for sure and Lena and him can add another fat scrip roll into their fund, meant to buy them some real estate in Lima for Lena and that island for both of them.
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Post by Taffer on Jul 7, 2015 19:24:13 GMT
After thanking Sandy for her dedication to the team, Taffer turned to Haele and asked her to make the life pod constantly transfer the conditions of Sandy's body to his EGO. He was sure that after all Sandy had done for them she really deserved to have her body back and hated to think that something could happen that could make it impossible. After he made sure that the information is correctly transferred to his group's interface, he contacted Atticus through the EGO,
"I thought I could borrow Marcel's plane and take Erica to Lima faster, but I'm afraid I have to change my mind. With Oklahoma supposedly captured by the aggressive party of the VC, the southern route looks too dangerous for a small single plane and we can't risk ending up with a broken plane on a VC territory we'll have a hard time escaping from. So we'll have to return to the base and plan our visit to Lima from there. I'll be at the canteen so if you want to discuss something feel free to join."
Then he turned to Pyotr, "I promised you some talk about my latest vacation and I think I have some free time for now. I'm going to the mess so you can come with me."
"I know you were interested in hearing about Russia and what's happening there, so here it is", he continued on their way, "The country was hit badly by terraforming. People there are joking they have barely noticed the apocalypse, but taking just one look makes it obvious how the land suffers there. The teraforming blasts had destroyed almost all nuclear and chemical storages all around the country. What wasn't destroyed by bombs were thrown out by earthquakes and volcanoes which were stimulated by the botched terraforming as well. So the land is essentially a wasteland covered by a radioactive volcanic dust now. It's amazing how people managed to survive there and preserve some pieces of technology they still use and even adopt something new. They mostly live in bunkers they could find which were left intact by those disasters. The political system degraded to some kind of neo-feudalism with different clans fighting for power and resources. There are groups seemingly fighting for good and trying to collect those pieces together, but for now they are not too successful."
They talked more about the land Pyotr was born at and Taffer's adventures there, mostly what the team had already heard. He also told Pyotr that the best way to get there is using the hovercraft ferry from Alaska, but warned him that the usual way to Alaska itself might be blocked off because of tensions between so-called Vancouver Empire and Indogene settlement around Edmonton.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 8, 2015 2:10:18 GMT
After I get Taffer's message, I work on the bridge for a little while longer. Then I walk over and kiss Lady on the cheek from behind and whisper. "Darling you and the babies need to eat. I am going to the Canteen to talk to Taffer. Feel free to join us. However if you feel your duty requires you here, instead of turning the helm over to Chris for a little while, then just tell me what you want and I will have food brought to you."
I hug her from behind and gently rub her belly as she turns her head to look lovingly into my eyes, and I kiss her beautiful lips before I let her go. After letting her go, I steal another quick kiss. Then I regain my composure. I walk back to my terminal, where I recover and put on my helm. Then as I head to the door, I say out-loud for the bridge crew to hear, as military protocol would demand, for even I sometimes feel it makes sense to use. "If I am needed I will be in the Mess. Until then Corporal Lebeau is on Security."
As Corporal Remy Lebeau steps over to my security console, Remy says in his deep Cajun accent, "Fuh shore? Moi? Oui mon capitaine! Vous avez choisi la bonne personne pour le travail. (It translates to: That's the truth? Me? Yes my captain! you have picked the right man for the job.) Sorry you can take dis Cajun outta de Bayou, but you can not take de Bayou outta dis Cajun. Anyway, I will do my best Mon Capitaine Batman."
I nod my approval as I leave the bridge. Then I head to the mess. As I do, I send Lady an EGO. "I hope you have a translator nearby if you need to talk to Corporal Lebeau much. He is French Cajun and I suppose it just slipped my mind that he sometimes forgets that not everyone speaks French or Cajun, as I am used to him by now. So it slips out, quite a bit. Actually, I am certain some of it is because he misses his Bayou. However I have come to believe that another part of it was just to try to irritate Kaj, as he mainly only knows English and has to look it up every time Corporeal Lebeau or somebody else says something in a different language. However Remy Lebeau is a good officer, and I am hoping he will make a decent Bridge Security officer, when I am not able to be there."
When I get into the mess, I notice even more of the crew side stepping me than usual as I sit at Taffer's table, and Pyotr even slides away from me a little. I say, "Hello Taffer. Did I miss a memo? I know plenty of the crew still fear me and give me my space. However I haven't been this avoided by them, since I came here. What gives?"
Taffer smiles slightly and taps my chest as he says, "The Death Garb."
I remove my helm and set it on the table, revealing my masked face, as I say, "Ah yes. I forgot they are used to seeing me in basic armor types or my more heroic Supporter Garb. No matter. I will consider changing into something less ominous looking later. Anyway Petrovich, I am sorry that we evacuated you from your home. I know it may have looked as if it was done for our own purposes and I suppose some of it was. However with you being human and located outside of the town of Defiance, it would make you a perfect target to Anti-human supporters such as the Beast and his men. That group we stopped was not there just to say hello, if you get my drift. We will do what we can to make you and your wife feel comfortable, and when we get back to our Fortress, you are free to go after you have finished helping our friends. We will do our best to find you a place where you want. However you are both free to stay for as long as you want. VBI does rent space in our Fortress so I am sure you can work with them from there. Or if you prefer to work directly for our team and be on our payroll then that can also be arranged. Just let Taffer know when you have made a decision about your immediate future. I hear Chris has Psycho Pete back. So we only have Sophie and Alfred left to retrieve. Sandy to transfer to her body, and MOM to transfer to Lady. Let us hope it all continues to go well.
Taffer I have talked to Erika. We have agreed to have a Command team meeting concerning our family,after we reach Fortress K'shaa. I will not let her go into that viper's nest alone, and I doubt her and Lady will allow me to do so instead. So we will tell the team and see what happens. However if the team as a whole decides against going to get Kara's children for some reason. Then Erika and I will take a vacation from the team and go do so ourselves. Although you are currently the only one that knows that. If just Erika and I go, then I will need you to give me a crash course on how to fly our smaller ship, so we can take it. It is not a chopper like I am used to flying but I am confident I can fly it once I get a crash course on it's controls and handling. Anyway that is the contingency plan.
Before it comes to that, we will see what our friends and family decide when we hold that Command meeting. One more thing. I have been to Lima and although I am confident I can get them out and handle Skarr, I was hoping you could help me turn my first idea into our main plan. So here it is. You say they are completely safe and secure with your contact, this Askaru fellow. We know how I feel about most Castithan men, but that also does not matter at the moment. Anyway you trust this Askaru and I trust you. So I was wondering if you and Askaru could somehow safely smuggle Kara's children and husband out of Lima and to a safer place for us to rendezvous at, to take them into our protection."
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Post by Belle Starr on Jul 8, 2015 4:39:03 GMT
 An old human maxim is that time is relative. If one thinks about it, so many things happen in a single moment that it beggars the imagination, but the speed that events happen often is relative to the eye of the beholder. Witness all of the following events, happening at the same time, but some seeming to occur quickly and others to pass at an incredibly slow pace. ***** For Alfred, one of Belle Starr's EGO psyches, time had no meaning in the green mist of the dream machine as he sat with his sole remaining companion, Sophie, around a camp fire that was solely there due to their imagination. He had no expectation that he would ever leave this place, for so many of the Fortress K'shaa team would love to see him out of the picture, for both real and imagined crimes against them. Alfred suddenly smiled as he had an idea before Sophie too left. Alfred imagined, and they appeared, marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. After a judicious use of a stick and the hot flames of the camp fire, he created for her a culinary concoction treasured by all camping humans, and offered it to her. "Smores?" Alfred asked Sophie. ***** For Belle Starr herself, time also went slowly, although not as slowly as in the dream machine, for she felt that she had spent an eternity in the arms of the man she thought she might be in love with after she had fallen from the ladder in the hidden television station and he had expertly caught her. As Volodja Uljanov held Belle, her big blue diamond eyes looked into his hazel ones for what seemed like to her forever, peering into each others souls and the longings there. Belle wanted to do no more than lean into his broad chest and nuzzle his neck as he held her, whispering into his ear how much she adored him and wanted him, not just for that moment, but for the rest of her life. Instead, after a quick but awkward silence, Belle reluctantly wrestled herself free from his grasp and stood up, biting her lower lip as she swiped the errant lock of blond hair from in front of her pretty freckled face as she then smiled and drawled casually, "Nice catch Volo, ya'll have good hands! Anyway, we need to find that transmitter now... I guess!" With that, Belle regained her composure, although part of her wished she hadn't, but had lost all control of herself, forgetting their mission and the dangerous environment they were in, and instead making sweet passionate love to Volodja Uljanove right there on the dusty floor of the station's antechamber. ***** MOM, Belle's current EGO psyche and the consciousness of her real life dead mother, sat knitting in a big white wingbacked chair in a small white cottage in the vast whiteness of Belle's EGO implant. She was looking forward to being Lady's new EGO psyche, partially because Alfred, her dead husband's and Belle's father's consciousness, needed Belle more than she did, although he would never admit it. However, MOM was also looking forward to helping Lady Christianna with both the birthing and the raising of her unborn twins. MOM had died from sickness created by the terraforming of Houston when Belle was only a toddler, and was only reunited with her as an EGO psyche after Belle was a grown woman, so she missed all those years in-between with Belle, to MOM's eternal regret. Now MOM had a second chance, and she was not about to waste it for a second. As she thought these thoughts, MOM looked down to what she was knitting and smiled, as it was a pair of baby booties. ***** Sandy Bell, Lady's current EGO psyche and the dead sister to MOM and aunt to Belle, was throwing herself into the moment-to-moment tasks of making sure the team's stratocarrier was ready for take-off, although she was also counting the seconds to when she could be reunited not only with her corporeal body but with the man she loves, Volodja Uljanov, as a real live woman. Sandy believed that every minute there was a delay in such a reunion increased the chance that she would lose her beloved Volodja to her own niece, Belle Starr. If that happened, then she wasn't sure she wanted to become a human being again, because a human heart can break. ***** Lady Christianna was going over the take-off checklist with Sandy and Lexy, the aircraft's AI, for the umteenth time, when Lady found that she WAS hungry. After she kissed Atticus passionately and he asked what food he could order for her, she rolled her large pink eyes upward in thought, then almost immediately said with her Mona Lisa smile firmly in place, "Milk, peanut butter sandwiches - with pickles, please." ***** Erika Widowmaker, Lady's friend and sister-in-law, was also hungry, but too tired to get up from her cabin's bed and go to the canteen, so she took from the breast pocket of her fatigues a wrapped stick of POW jerky. As a soldier in the Pale Wars, she had learned that patience was a virtue, as there were usually vast times of inactivity puncutated with brief adrenaline surges caused by battle, but which were incredibly taxing on both the mind and body. She had learned to use the times of inactivity to prepare herself for battle by keeping her body fit by exercise and balanced diet, but also her mind focused on formulating solutions to the problems at hand. Erika found herself in a battle of a different kind with her brain tumor, one that she found hugely frustrating in that she really had no control of her own fate. Any battle situation she found herself as soldier, she could beat through either the strength of her limbs or the learned skills in her brain. Now Erika was at the mercy of doctors and her own EGO unit, Amber, for her well-being, and Erika hated the feeling of helplessness created by the situation. Erika saw this as a sign of personal weakness, and though she could abide weakness in others, she never could in herself. Never! ***** Amber, Erika's EGO psyche, laid next to Dinara in a four posted bed visualized by her in the EGO Device she dwelled in. Both holo-girls were nude, their limbs intertwined, enjoying the moment of embrace as they relaxed after vigorous love making. At the same time, Amber was having trouble shrinking Erika's brain tumor that had grown in her forced absence. Emotions were fairly new to Amber, having only achieved sentience a short time ago, so she was confused by being happy with Dinara but sad at the same time as she struggled with Erika's health problem. ***** On the other hand, the only emotion Lena Marr felt as she sat in the car waiting for the others outside the hidden television station was boredom. While her lover, Marcel, and his arch enemy, Volodja, got to shoot people, she hadn't gotten to kill anybody for what seemed to her like hours, although it really wasn't that long ago. "Sure," Thought Lena to the voices in her head, "I got plenty of neat loot, but I really, really, want to kill something!" A pretty pout formed on her chalk white face as her long lashed sky blue eyes scanned the vast white snowscape for any sign of activity, while she thought, "I'd even settle for a skittering to kill, if I got to pull off it's legs one by one," to which all of her voices agreed, even Hope. |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 8, 2015 5:05:39 GMT
"Why not," replied Sophie. "All we have to do is to sit and wait. Our lonely camping place belongs to us again. I already started to think that we have an Old Faithful or another attraction here, because all those people who visited us. I do wonder who comes next and when. Until that we can afford ourselves a vacation. But if our friends and family wait too long with releasing us, I will arrange a slide show in someone's head and bore them do death." Sophie giggled and took a marshmallow into her elegant hand and pressed her perfect teeth into it. After munching first treat Alfred provided them with she asked: "Since we are at camp fire anyway, can you tell me a story, Uncle Alfred. Our first tenor, Psycho Pete, left the stage so no more camping songs (Sophie giggled again). Hearing couple of exciting stories would be suitable replacement though.
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Time returned with a snap. It was one of those beautiful moments which you never get back when they pass and there won't be moment like that again for Belle and him. Volodja was sure of it and he knew that he will always treasure it with a regret for the rest of his life, because the door was closed before Belle and he could enter. Probably the door won't open again and they will never find out what kind of treasures they could discover behind it. They can't have two moments like these in a row. It was against common sense. At least they had their time in Wonderland, but unlike Alice, they can't linger there enough time to enter into the rose garden of the Queen of Hearts. That's how Volodja thought, before completely returning into reality.
"We begin with generators. Once we got the power back we are able to make the broadcast, send it into air and hope that people will see, react and share the news with their friends and next door neighbours. I remember plans of this building quite good. According to them we must visit the basement. Let's go Tinkerbelle."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 8, 2015 6:57:02 GMT
After I tell Taffer my ideas, I signal one of the Mess crew over. When he comes over, I say, "I just came from the Bridge. I need you to take Lady Christianna some Milk, and peanut butter sandwiches with pickles on them, make that double pickles. I also need you to take the rest of the bridge crew a couple platters of sandwiches and some drinks." He says, "Pickles on the peanut butter sandwiches?" I say, "You must be new. She is pregnant and requested that specific meal. So yes double pickles ON the peanut butter sandwiches." He responds with, "Yes sir. That makes sense. When my sister was pregnant she craved Pow steaks covered in marshmallows and caramel. Anyway, yes I am new, however I know who you are. You are the man that killed my Brother-in-law and claimed the bounty on his head in New York."
When he says that, Taffer watches closely to see how this plays out just incase he has to stop me from killing somebody near all of our food, as I growl, "If he had a death note on his head, then he deserved what he got. So do not expect my sympathy." The server smiles and says, "You misunderstand me sir. You probably gave him better than he deserved. My sister is the woman that he was...well you know what he was doing to her, when your dropped behind him through their bedroom ceiling and snapped his neck with one quick motion. She says you caught his body before it slipped to the ground. Then you pulled his scrip roll out of his pocket and dropped it by her feet.
Just as quickly you were out the door, running with his body over your shoulder as if it didn't way more than a couple of pounds, and the lawkeepers arrived just a few minutes later because they got an anonymous call that somebody was badly injured. So thank you. You saved her life and the life of her unborn child and that huge roll of scrip allowed her to get medical help and get out of that dump he made her live in! I will make sure the bridge crew get their food right away, and that Lady Christianna also gets an extra jar of pickles just in case we don't put enough on her sandwiches."
After he leaves to get the food together and take it to the bridge, I am just sitting there staring towards him, as getting thanked for being a killer is extremely rare and has only ever happened once before, and that poor guy got beheaded because of it. Pyotr says, "I take it you aren't used to that type of thing?" I finally clear my head and look at him and say calmly, "What do you think? I was named the 'Harbinger of Death' by Lawkeepers for very good reason. Nobody else ever considers death a necessary evil to stop a worse and ever-continuous evil. However sometimes it is. So I will continue to do so when needed even if most of the world continues to hate me for it. Although I have learned that other people's tears aren't enough comfort for me, anymore. So I am glad that I am accepted, despite myself, here."
In my sister Erika's EGO device, her EGO psyche, Amber and my EGO psyche Dinara are snuggled together after their intense and wonderful first lovemaking session. Dinara is resting her head on her girlfriend's chest, using her bosom as a pillow, as she looks up lovingly into Amber's face. Dinara slides her hand into Ambers and interlocks their fingers as she says, "Mmm I can hear your 'heartbeat' and I think I have the best pillows in the whole world! That was amazing Amber Baby!...and Amber Baby, Don't worry about your Mama. She has you back now and you will do everything to save her. We sentient EGOs are made to adapt to our host's every need. So the more you work with the tumor the better you will get at shrinking it and eventually removing it! And I am here to help in any way that you need, whether it is just snuggling with ya or more, helping medically in some way, leaving you alone or just letting you vent your frustrations on me in some way. All us EGOs are...well not sure about Mr. Alfred since he seems to hate Votans......but he is a genius so maybe if he is brought back, he would be willing to help Erika as well, to show his appreciation to the team for not leaving him there. That is if he can get over his dislike of Votans long enough to do so."
Dinara's blue eyes sparkle with mischief as a naughty smile appears on her pretty face, "Hhhmmm.....Oooh! I know how you need me to help you right now my Amber baby. You need me to keep your mind and body busy, and you better love it as much as I will!!!" Saying that Dinara's smile widens as she latches onto one of Amber's nipples and switches between them several times before working her head down her lover's body, to taste her wonderful girlfriend and lover's ambrosia and bring her Amber Baby to extreme Euphoria several times over, before the purple-haired girl is willing to return to her lover's breasts to return to snuggling!!!
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