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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 1, 2015 14:35:50 GMT
Lena Marr leaned against Marcel Lestrange's strong shoulder as they sat next to other on the flight from Lima to Fortress Kshaa, comforted by his warmth and closeness. She was glad Taffer was not going to blackmail her with her secret, but she still didn't think it right not to tell Marcel what she had done, because it could endanger him in the future as well as herself. Furthermore, she couldn't for the life of her figure out why she did it, for mercy was not a word that was normally in her vocabulary.
Lena decided to try something new with her EGO that she hadn't tried before, that of designating one of the voices in her head to be the voice of her EGO and reach out to Marcel's EGO in a private communication. Lena chose Hope, both becaue Lena believed her the most controlable and the least caustic of the eight voices in her head in a first contact situation. She made Hope understand that this was not a permanent station, and might only be a one-time deal, so not to get too comfortable being in control of Lena's EGO implant. Hope nodded her understanding, then reached out to Moira, Marcel's EGO psyche.
In Marcel's EGO space, Moira saw a malnutritioned pre-teen Castithan girl appear next to her suddenly, who waved shyly and said hesitantly, "Hi! I'm Hope. I'm Lena's EGO psyche... at least for the moment. Ummm... may I pass on a message to you... please? Lena wants to tell Marcel a secret, but she doesn't know how, so she want's me to run it by you first, to, you know, see if she should. She thinks you will know how Marcel might react, and how mad he is going to get at her. Will he be in a homicidal rage or just mildly irritated with her, or something in between? She really want's to tell him, but doesn't want to disappoint him with what she sees as a bout of unprofessionalism. Anyway, if you can assure her he is not going to kill her over it, she is going to tell him; if not she isn't. I don't see the the big problem here, but I always hope for the best. Get it? Hope for the best and my name is Hope?"
Hope sighed, then added, "Unfortunately, I share with my host a unique sense of humor that is an aquired taste at best. Anyway here is the secret: Lena spared the crimelord Askura's son, thirteen year old Gil, when she could have killed him, and she made it look like he fought until he was knocked unconscoious all hero like and even kissed his forehead on a lark, leaving lip prints and Taffer knows, about the sparing not the kissing dealio, but said he won't blackmail her, but she is all doubtful about that and even gave her the choice as to whether to show mercy or not and mercy is not her thing ever because it's not professional for a psychotic killer to show mercy so..." Hope took a deep breath, even though as an AI she didn't need to, before continuing, "Lena is positive that Marcel is going to be SO disappointed in her! SO don't tell him if you think so too! Me, I don't get the big deal, but as I said, I always hope for the best!"
Hope then quickly smiled briefly again, not sure if she should leave now or not, neither her or her host realizing that once a normal EGO payche knew a secret, it was bound to tell its host the secret, but Moira was never a normal EGO psyche!
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 1, 2015 14:47:31 GMT
Moira blew a bubble of virtual gum and popped it right away. Lena was sparing a life. That's something new. Marcel would have done the same, she knew and not only because he didn't kill younglings. Other reason was financial - Marcel avoided killing people for whom he wasn't paid or...he hoped new and fruitful business relations in future. In last case death was postponed, but usually for a quite long time. Marcel preferred stability when it cam building up his personal crime empire. He needed allays and subjects. And then there was Lena, of course...Marcel was kind of softy when it was about her. Under that cold and indifferent image lived a true Frenchman when it was about love to Lena. On other Hand, Marcel was so secretive that parts of him were still left for Moira to discover. Just like his sudden crush which came as surprise to her. But sometimes you have to take a chance, so...
"You know, kiddo," Moira told to Hope. "I think that Lena might even tell him about that. I should tell him anyway, because that's what good EGO-s have to do. I am a good EGO, but...Marcel is not exactly a model citizen, so we have a constant conflict of moral standards. But it's his own fault anyway. He wanted similar EGO like Volodja Uljanov, his arch enemy got, and he was provided with me! A good natured exotic looking girl. Always be careful with your wishes, kiddo. You might end up by getting exactly what you asked for. My father, Pyotr, followed his order by the letter. He wanted similar EGO as Volodja, he got similar one. I must admit that I do like to tease Marcel. It's funny to see him getting irritated. He is usually cold as fish, but when he stirs up his emotions then he does it big although he always puts a mask on then. Figural mask, of course. But he needs some emotional pushing to remind that he is a human after all."
Moira looked at Hope and pondered about her. She was most normal of Lena's voices and she could spend more time with her. Rest of Lena's choir of voices was a lot different and somehow one sided, but Hope had everything. And she was so small and thin and looked so hopeless despise of her name...Poor girl.
"You know, kiddo," Moira told her."I like to have you around. And if you want to know a secret then Marcel likes having Lena around. A lot. First love in his life. So I do think that Marcel will be soft with her when she tells that young Godfather is alive and well. You can give it a try. And if you want to know who Godfather is then ask Marcel. He is a huge fan of mobster films. I prefer wider horizons."
She stroke hope's head and smiled to her. Kid should stay longer. Probably she gives her place to another voice, but she might return any time and maybe they have an opportunity to hang out together. She could use a good company. Especially when Volodja and Sophie, his EGO psyche, were out of reach. And about rest of EGO-s... She met them briefly before Marcel left the base, so no close contacts were established. Now she has a chance to have a friend who lives only a mind away.
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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 1, 2015 15:33:03 GMT
When Hope came back with Moira's recommendation, Lena Marr gulped, and looked at Marcel with her long lashed sky blue eyes, watching his face for any sign of emotion as she told him her secret, still not wishing to speak it out loud, so she told him through their EGO's. However Lena's EGO was new and she had little experience using it yet, so unfortunately for her, or maybe fortunately, everyone with an EGO in the plane heard her confession.
Sandy Belle in the cockpit with Taffer merely shook her head slowly, as it confirmed to her that Lena was certifiably crazy, for who whould kill if they didn't have to in self defense or for duty to a cause, but Sandy was still a soldier at heart and had a soldier's view of life.
Erika Widowmaker had lived life beyond fighting in the the Pale Wars, first as a wife, then as a mother, and then later still as a government official responsible for keeping the citizens of the Votan Collective safe. Erika saw Lena's confession as a step in enlightenment, and a further step from the dark into the light, from insanity to sanity. The problem was, as Erika saw it, was it would be so easy to backslide back into insanity in the crazy world they lived in after the Pale Wars.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 1, 2015 16:03:38 GMT
Marcel heard Lena's confession and rose his heavy hand. Lena backed off abruptly like she was afraid that Marcel would punch her. Instead of that, Marcel put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him.
"Maybe it is better, my love. It was not you who shot his old man. it was not me either. That kid saw that we tried to reason with his old man. And that you spared his life. He must have as least some gratitude. We may have an allay one day if that kid has enough grey matter to realize what is good for him. And now we are going to enjoy our travel."
Marcel kissed Lena passionately and then moved his lips to her white neck and started to stimulate her delicate skin with help of his lips and tongue. That should take the tension off from her. She was really scared looking when Marcel moved. And covering Lena's skin with kisses should be better way than words to show that Marcel was not upset with her. And it seemed to be a lot better way than blows and punches, Lena was obviously used to.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Aug 1, 2015 16:12:28 GMT
As the Inquisitors left, Lady Christianna called Dr. Orion to come to her to treat Brody Smythe's wounds. When Dr, Orion arrived with a stretcher and two orderlies, Lady realized that the base personnel were waking up already. She called Security Officer LeBeau who was awake in the War Room, who confimed that all the Inquisitors had let Fortress Kshaa.
When Lady finished the call to the War Room, she noticed a small wooden box about the size of a cigar box on the floor by the work station. After some grunting and awkward bending over by Lady, Iri Sewuel who was sitting by the workstaion picked it up and handed it to her. Lady opened the box, finding a half dozen Omec force rods within with a note inside. She didn't know what the rods were, so she gave one to Iri and asked her to please figure it out, then opened and read the note.
The note was signed by Micor Newlo, the Inquisition's Master of Stealth, and it read, "Dear Little Mistress, A belated wedding gift to you and the Harbinger of Death. Your devoted servant, Micor Newlo."
At that point, Lady was hailed by Le Beau in the War Room, who said, "Da plane wi' Team A, dey be returnin!"
"Great. About time," Replied Lady, as she then waddled to the base hanger to greet her husband home, using the crimefighter shotgun she still carried as a crutch as she went.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 1, 2015 16:31:35 GMT
Wolfram von Eschen overheard that message (being in charge of department, although temporarily, had it's advantages, like better communication possibilities and if they had a parking system then his car would have been parked to one of closest spots to the building, but they hadn't that system and Wolfram hadn't a car either) but it took some time to figure out what that Lebau was saying. The A team was back. Schön. Wunderbar, but where was the other team? Where was Volodja, his friend?
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Volodja was in a state of recovering from that damned business meeting with two eccentric Liberatas. Un-Liberatian Liberatas. Guys were tough hagglers and actually they were tough fighters as well. Thei living room was decorated with hunting trophies - stuffed Hellbugs, mounted Volge heads and even collection of shrunk Rider and Mutant heads. When Liberatas were provided with courage then those two were probably first in line and grabbed everybody else's share, but they didn't forgot to provide themselves with economic talent of Liberata as well. As a result Volodja had to deal with more aggressive versions of Varus Soleptor who were able to getting under opponent's skin when they did business and used sharp knives to do it. Fortunately that part was over, although it cost him his last Irathient brandy and lot of energy.
Now he neded some peace and quiet and time to recover. That's why he headed back to the lagoon, found his place again and spent some time with stone skipping again while Sophie provided him with some selected pieces from Georg Friedrich Händel's "Water music" and Franz Schubert's "Forellenquintett" (Trout Quintet). Maybe it was a bit mainstream, but Volodja enjoyed the beauty of the lagoon and sound of music, stroking his ears.
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Post by Vo Kshaa on Aug 1, 2015 18:22:52 GMT
While Volodja was driving his bargain and Belle was pulling strings to weaken Esthete's political standing, Vo stubbornly tried to get to the bottom of the situation of the big "abandoned" building and the crystal cave below it. This time he didn't take Zic and Zack with him as he wasn't sure his next venture would be safe, but took Lu instead. Her vast knowledge in explosives and especially in strength of materials would definitely come in handy. Vo was still worried about the entire situation these people ended up in and also about Belle's decision of coming alone and unarmed to negotiate with Esthete. He was afraid that in that emotional state she was because of this love triangle situation, Belle could decide that sacrificing her life to stop Esthete might be not only the best solution for saving innocent lives, but also a good solution to her personal problems as well. During their brief conversation, he already stressed that her life and well-being was much more important to him than being her lover, and loss of her due to her death would hurt him much more than her decision not to stay with him, but he wasn't sure he was convincing enough. Because of that, he was mostly silent during all of their trip to the crystal cave, and Lu tried to lighten the mood asking him which vehicle he thinks could be faster to get from Red Deer to Vancouver — her Hellblazer Nomad truck or a Hannibal 800. The debate quickly became heated enough for Vo to try to push her out of the boat, only to phase through her Decoy and fall in the water himself. She quickly stretched her hand to help him back on board and they laughed at the whole situation. Finally they decided to set up a race between them, which could as well become a bid for peace between the two conflicting settlements. Then the debate started again, not that heated though, on the question of how the race should be organized — should they start simultaneously or with a five minute delay rally-style, or should they start from the opposite end of the way, meet somewhere in the middle, then continue their ways, turn around once they reach each opponent's starting point and then make their way back, meet in the middle again and continue to each own starting points, thus finishing the race and comparing their times.
"Anyway, here's what I wanted you to look at", Vo pointed at the ceiling of the cave once the boat climbed up the rapid stream, "We've calculated there's an abandoned building up there which might be not that abandoned, and I'd like to know if we could create an explosion so that we could enter the building without causing too much damage to it or making the cave to collapse. How do you think?"
Lu picked up several stones and threw it at the ceiling while her EGO analyzed the sound waves emanated from the structure on impact.
"That's strange", Lu answered, "the sound pattern does not correspond to any material I know and the material of the ceiling definitely differs from the one the walls consist of. It definitely looks like crystal, but the sound propagation is more corresponding to something amorphous."
Being not sure what else she could do to shed some light on the matter, she pulled her Thorny Rose and made several shots at the ceiling. Vo used his enhanced vision to zoom in on the points of impact while Doc was transferring the image from his eyes for Lu to analyze.
"Hey, look at that!" Lu exclaimed, "Have you ever seen a crystal melting at the temperature of fire nanites? And not only melting, but charring as well? It's definitely not a crystal or a stone, it's plastic! Very hard and durable one but plastic nevertheless! Someone did a good job of creating a polymer matching the cave's wall to make it look natural! But then, we don't need to blow it up, we'll just cut it with a welder!"
"Or with a charge blade", noted Vo, feeling pity he did not have one since he had only a couple of weapons he were given at the lab either as a part of experiment or as a means of escape. "We'll also need a big ladder and some appliance to attach it to the ceiling"
Meanwhile, the city above was filled with maintenance drones which were busy inspecting the city Network and replacing any faulty or low-speed elements.
"This is Esthete", said the message broadcasted by those drones, "I'm happy to announce the elimination of the network infection has come to its final phase. All devices connected to the Network must receive the newest security update. It is normal for the new security system to cause additional processing load and generate network traffic. Please report any incompatibility or performance issues, they will be cleared with the most care and any incompatible equipment will be properly upgraded for free. To compensate for the inconvenience, the maximum customer network speed will be doubled, any speed limitations will be lifted and all the network traffic is now completely free for everyone who has an active ID. Thank you for your cooperation."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 1, 2015 18:29:47 GMT
"As soon we cut Esthete from his own power sources, we have something to bargain with," explained Volodja. He was walking along the verge of the blue lagoon with Fiel. "Since I am not intend to stay, you just "bought" part of power plant for one scrip. Guess I am not very good haggler after all (Volodja laughed, because Belle's idea inspired him to "sell" share of power plant to people of the village so they can be equal business partners to Esthete). Papers are signed and we are companions now. Since you are on VBI pay roll, part of power plant in under their jurisdiction from now on. I have every reason to believe that they will protect property and personal interests of their people. That should keep Esthete away from taking it over in aggressive manner. He has to buy his energy from us if he and his drones want to survive. And you may have an ally instead of an enemy. Reluctant one, but if he needs energy then he should agree to protect Red Deer against enemies. Our power is his power and he doesn't want to die from starvation, so theoretically you will be sharing same interests. You both want to keep this place intact. Deal is simple - energy in exchange for protection. Sounds reasonable enough. Not very profitable, but some things are more important than money, like peace and security and few places of employment. And we maintain our customer base anyway so we won't lose much, because we don't have to pay for security. Don't mind the brothers who remained to live and work in power plant after I bought it from them. They are quite nice guys and you will learn to get along with them. After all, they know the plant like their own palm and love the place. And they are willing to teach your people to work in power plant. Speaking of people...I see that others are waiting you. Wish we could talked some more about this place and people, but I will stay behind for awhile. I like this place and I could use some rest before we proceed to the next stage of our plan." Volodja looked after Fiel for awhile. Then he sat down, stretched his strong legs and enjoyed the view of the lagoon. Even when the going gets tough, the tough get going. But that doesn't mean that one can't enjoy the beauty.  |
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 1, 2015 20:58:06 GMT
As Belle Star sat watching the twig in the water, she felt a slight tremor from the ground, quickly followed by another stronger one, then another after that. She saw concentric circles flow from the now quivering twig on the surface of the water, and the tiny waves came stronger and faster as she watched. Suddenly a huge heavily armored machine, it's surface paint job almost completely scoured off by countless razor storms that it must have endured over time, rose out of the water in front of her on four large metal legs. It was only half a football field away from her, moving slowly towards her, step by huge step, its oversized central gun targeting Belle's beautiful blond head. The machine reminded her of the Dark Matter war machine that had guarded the Golden Gate bridge blocking access to San Francisco from the Bay Area over the bridge. Law Keeper Cooper, Tork, and herself, accompanied with Karl Von Bach himself, had narrowly defeated the machine, but the day had not ended well when Von Bach was thrown off the bridge by Nim Shondu. They had defeated the machine, but then lost the reason for crossing the bridge. Belle knew she was much more powerful now, her EGO powers much stronger, so she had no doubt she could defeat this machine even by herself. However, Belle did not want to duplicate that failure on the Golden Gate Bridge here, with a battle won on the field but a war almost lost because of it. Belle took out her Demon Hunter pistol from her shoulder holster holding it by its butt and her Thorn Liro charge blade from her belt and placed them carefully on the ground next to where she sat. She briefly thought about leaving the Wolfhound pistol Vo had given her hidden in the back of her waistband, but if she was to be a peace emmisary, she had to go unarmed, and the sensors of the huge machine might detect any weapon she had secreted, so she placed her new Wolfie with her other two weapons. Picking up her data pad from her jacket pocket, Belle stood up and walked with both pale hands raised towards the gigantic war machine, showing that her palms were empty of weapons, but only held the outstretched datapad, the VBI contract clearly showing on it's screen. Another unbid memory came to her mind from the "War of the Worlds" movie she saw when she was a kid, when a preacher moved towards a Martian tripod, brandishing nothing but a bible as he said the Lord's prayer out loud. Belle remembered being shocked as a child watching the movie when the machine vaporised the holy man, thinking how brave the man was, but also how stupid he was proceeding without armed backup. Belle knew she was anything but holy, and hoped she wasn't being stupid going it alone. She also knew that the huge weapon on Esthete's war machine could indeed vaporize her, but she walked forward anyways. Suddenly an access door opened under the machine and a rope ladder fell from it's bottom. Belle took hold of the ladder with both hands, her black boot on the bottom rung as her big blue diamond eyes looked upwards into the darkness. With a look of determination on her pretty freckled face and the Lord's Prayer recited by her over and over silently in her mind, she crawled into the cramped quarters, the hatch closing behind her. The machine turned and returned under the water, disappearing as fast as it had appeared.  |
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Post by Taffer on Aug 1, 2015 21:10:16 GMT
"I've had worse first dates!" Sandy said with a good natured grin, and Taffer laughed at the joke feeling relieved she had found the situation humorous rather than embarassing. But he quickly became serious as one thought that was constantly haunting him during the flight. He pondered on sharing it with Sandy, but on a second thought he decided she has enough problems of her own to burden her with something he wasn't sure even worth of sharing. So he quickly checked everyone of the team was allright and then excused himself by saying he needs some rest and medical attention, and he went to the medical wing indeed. However, he went not to the territory under surveillance of Dr.Orion, but aimed his steps to the lair of Wolfram von Eschen himself. When he raised his hand to knock at the door, he noticed with surprise that his hand was invisible. This made him realize how afraid he was about this visit. He was afraid his issue was so negligible that the old doctor would simply laugh over his fears. At the same time he was afraid it was so severe he might have leave the team forever. He took a deap breath, turned off his Cloak, and knocked at the door. His faint hope that Wolfram might be off his duty was brutally shattered by doctor's voice, so he pulled the door and decisively entered and closed the door behind.
"Hello Doc", he said a little louder than his usual voice was, giving away his agitation, "Don't worry, everyone on my team is all right except maybe 6-year old Irathient girl who might be severely traumatized by her abusive father. But that's what Erika will tell you about later, and I'm here because, well, my personal issues."
He dropped himself into a chair and stretched his legs, one of which was still bandaged.
"You know, I've killed many people on this mission. But that's not a problem, the problem is I did it when I actually didn't have to. I'm a war kid and a seasoned criminal and it still surfaces sometimes in an ugly way. When I'm among the team of do-gooders, all is fine, I follow orders, or even lead the squad and plan the tactics on how to reach the goal without unnecessary bloodshed, but when I'm among the mobsters I become a mobster myself. I think like a mobster and I act like a mobster. This time I killed a gang leader, many of his men and started a gang war. He was a good business partner and did a good job protecting Erika's grand kids but then we had a quarrel about an irrelevant matter, he still had the children on his territory and I simply killed him because it was easier and safer for me to get them this way. Did I have a peaceful option? Probably yes. Did I care? Definitely not, until I met my team again. Only then I realized something I did was not right. This actually frightens me as it makes me think of myself as an unreliable team member if I'm such a wobbler. Can we do something about it?"
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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 1, 2015 22:14:10 GMT
Sandy Belle was disappointed that Volodja was not back yet, because she really wanted to make things right with him, but in the short run, she wanted to play in her newly returned old real life body. She hadn't much time to do so with the mission coming up as soon as she had it returned to her, but now she did, so she made a bee line after the plane touched down to the base canteen to explore the senation of taste again. Sandy had rediscovered sudden pain (not so much fun) and involuntary sexual arousal (much more fun), but what she wanted now most was a fudge ice cream sundae, and maybe a juicy rare steak afterwards. In fact, Sandy had a whole list of foods she wanted to taste again, some of which she had as a hard light holgram, but she felt that was probably not near as good as the real thing, and she was determined to find our - hopefully, without the accompanying stomach ache after. Sandy grinned, thinking to herself, "Even that wouldn't be so bad, because that would still be ME actually feeling it!"  |
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Post by Erika Widowmaker on Aug 1, 2015 22:37:44 GMT
Erika Widowmaker took her grand children directly to the infirmary of Fortress Kshaa upon the team plane's landing. She wanted to reunite them with Kara, her daughter, as soon as possible, if both Drs. Orion and Von Esher agreed. Erika would not tell Kara about her husband's bloody demise at the hands of her uncle, Atticus Batman, unless pressured by her, and then Erika was already concocting a cover story of Zoxx's heroic death by gangsters in defense of his children. When the doctors thought Kara strong enough to hear the truth, Erika would tell Kara, and suffer any recriminations for not doing so earlier.
Erika smiled slightly, not something she did often, but this was certainly the occassion for it, for her famiy was reunited, except her son the Votan Collective Sentaor Cael who was trying to stop a war. She knew he was probably in his glory, for he enjoyed not only doing good for the people but being in the limelight, and she was happy if he was. She had found her brother, Atticus, which she thought lost to her forever, and she was truly moved seeing him play with his infant nephew Frond on the plane. Soon Lady Christianna would bear him his own children, and Erika hoped he would find peace with himself. Even six year old Marla, seemed happier, remakably after the abuse she had suffered at her father's hands. Erika was always amazed at the resilience of small children in times of extreme hardship. If Erika died today, she thought she would die happy knowing her family was now safe and accounted for.
"Children are so much more resilient than old war horses like me," Thought Erika as a sharp piercing pain shot through her right temple, as it had several times during the mission.
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Post by Chase Lonehart on Aug 2, 2015 1:44:58 GMT
Iri examined the box of Force Rods, holding it up and examined it.
"The other method," Iri explained to Brody. "Force rods. This was the second method used on us Indogenes. They were typically used on those you wanted to do things but still have some cognitive function. This was used on any species, including mine. They were reserved for male Indogenes, or specific female Indogenes for labor. The drug I mentioned was what was used to lure us onto their ships. Afterwards, those that were forced to work were given these, to which they were worked until the Omec were done with them or if they died. Those who remained on the drug... Got it worse. With one of these in you, if you were instructed to chop off your own hand, your body would do it. Your mind could tell your body not to do it, but your body would obey without hesitation, unless you had a real strong mind. But primarily, this allowed those who needed to solve issues to still be able to think should the situation occur when it was needed."
"So..." Lady began to say something.
"Two sides of the same coin," Iri interjected. "Only the drug lead to more to easy enslavement when it comes to my kind. And it has lead some of them do more horrific things for the pleasure it gave."
Lady looked at and read aloud the note that was with the box, "Dear Little Mistress, A belated wedding gift to you and the Harbinger of Death. Your devoted servant, Micor Newlo."
"Hell of gift," Iri replied. "You could enslave a small group of individuals to do whatever you want, or one person multiple times if you want."
At that point, Lady was hailed by Le Beau in the War Room, who said, "Da plane wi' Team A, dey be returnin!"
"Great. About time," Replied Lady, as she then made her way out of the room.
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Post by Atticus Batman on Aug 2, 2015 5:52:10 GMT
After the rest of the team left the ship to do whatever they needed; whether it be getting their wounds treated, taking kids to see their mother, or something else; that left me on the ship with Marcel and Lena. I looked at them and walked to a locked compartment on the ship. I removed two metal briefcases and set them on my weapons table in the common area. With 'The Triple D' watching me, I opened them so Marcel could see that they each contained two million scrip in 'clean' and unmarked bills as promised.
Then I said, "Here is your payment as promised. You can leave now if you want, or if you two can behave yourselves for the night like your last stay here, then you can stay for the night. Your guest quarters are still available, and if you decide to stay the night and agree to behave, then I will let you hold onto your gear this time."
After Marcel was satisfied and closed the cases, he grabbed them and I put my gauntlets back on and grabbed my helm. Then the three of us left the ship to see a, now VERY, pregnant Lady standing there, leaning on her Crimefighter shotty. After Marcel and Lena told me if they are staying the night, they left the Hangar Bay, to give me and Lady some space, while they went to do whatever they chose.
As they left us alone, I kissed Lady lovingly and said, "I love you, and have missed you."
She responded with, "You too, COMPLETELY." Then she kissed me again, very passionately and lovingly, but somewhat tiredly, which is understandable considering how pregnant she now looked.
As we broke the second kiss, I said, "You look amazing as always, My Snow Angel. However I can't help but notice that you seem to be a lot more pregnant than when I left, and I can tell something is bugging you. So please tell me what it is and what caused the newest pregnancy advancement, when you are ready. However, first, I suggest we go to our quarters where you can get more comfortable."
I then wrapped an arm around her, and we walked to our quarters to talk or whatever she wants, with her leaning into me as we did, so I was supporting her weight, and make it more comfortable for her. After entering our quarters, I notified Chris that he could send a team to the hangar to take care of the smaller ship and set down my helm and gauntlets. Then I kissed Lady again. As I broke the kiss, she removed my mask so she could see my face, as I gently rubbed her belly.
After Belle, Volo, Vo and Lu left to go handle what they decided was the best route for the team Kaj looked at Chase. "Looks like we are to stay and guard, while all the thinkers implement their ideas. You know, you do not seem to be as uncomfortable around me as most others do. Why are you not uncomfortable with a Bio-man teammate, like most of the others were at first? I get why it did not bug Atticus Batman, as very little seems to bother him. However I do not get why Volo, or you seemed at least somewhat comfortable around me from the start. As no humans I have met before, the two of you, were comfortable around me right away. So it is confusing to me. Belle is right. I just do not understand any of you."
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 2, 2015 6:42:27 GMT
Marcel Lestrange sniffed air so everyone could hear it and said: "Have to love the smell of the fresh scrip in beautiful days like this. It arouses poet in my soul. And since the Court poet of this good....for nothing family, is still away, let me just say:
"Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world...""
Then he continued: "Before Lena and I decide anything we will use your hospitality at least for awhile. And I want to greet Volodja Uljanov when he returns."
Then he added privately to Lena through their EGO channel: "Probably he will heart broken, rejected, alone and guilt ridden as usual. I would not miss that sight. As our soon returning source of emotional pleasure would say: "Panem et circenses" (bread and circuses). Merci, Moira. We are not masses, of course, but we got our bread (he shook briefcases) and circus will arrive to the town soon enough. And good doers have quite comfortable living quarters, so...I will race you to the shower. Loser has to wash tired, but happy winner, so I assume that there are not any real losers in our competition. One, two, three...GO!"
He gave Lena even advantage by letting her run first and he jogged after her, carrying those precious containers with money.
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