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Post by Atticus Batman on Aug 28, 2015 8:49:30 GMT
Taffer said "Atticus, I understand your stance on no deception with Lady. Promises given to the loved ones should be kept without any doubt. So no spies will be sent to her, I agree with that. Sending you or Belle to talk to her might be a good idea except one thing I don't like. Look here —"
Then he invoked a video from my room where we saw Lady, Erika and Brody walking in.
After he was done replaying that footage, which I had already seen as I am the one who made it available to the security reports, he talked about how awkwardly Erika moved, and about how he doubted Lady was fully in control. Next he showed us a message that he had just received from Erika, and his EGO confirmed it. Taffer then said, "So, I guess the mind control is confirmed. Now we'll have to find out what kind it is and how we could counter it before we could send anyone there openly."
Then Marcel added his opinion and suggestions on the matter. Just as he finished, Lena chose to open her smart-mouth. "You know Atty-baby, there are plenty of chalk white gals out there, especially for a big powerful guy with your rep! I'm sure the title Harbinger of Death is a bonafide chick magnet" Teased Lena with a wicked smile, then she pointed an alabaster forefinger out like a pistol, pulling her thumb back like a gun's hammer, then aiming it with one sky blue eye shut, "For the right price, I can eliminate your little marriage problem, and I guarantee it will be cheaper than a legal divorce! I mean, the lawyer fees alone would be enormous! And you get to cut off the head of the Inquisition serpent! A two-fer for sure!"
Belle Starr looked worried as she saw my eyes flare in anger, ready to interpose herself between me and Lena Marr if necessary, saying calmly, "Don't take the bait Atticus, she's not worth it!"
Lena took a step backwards as her unblinking sky blue eyes grew bigger and her smile disappeared as she realized she may have gone too far.
As she quickly stepped back towards Marcel he stepped in front of her, perhaps as a shield or a distraction. "Calme-toi. Calm down," said Marcel, covering Lena from Atticus' possible rage attack.
My eyes glowing white hot with my anger I glared evilly at Lena as I stated in a matter-of-fact tone, "You ever suggest harming Lady again, and it WILL be the LAST suggestion that you EVER make! That goes for ALL of you!"
Seeing the look of consternation on Belle's face at my outburst, from the corner of my eye, I said in an eerily calm manner, "Lena perhaps you need a muzzle. Marcel, you can relax. I am not going to harm her at THE MOMENT...Alright Taffer, perhaps you and Lestrange are right about it being too risky for Belle or me to go see Lady just yet. Even though I really do want to see her.
Perhaps Lestrange is right about something else. I am not thinking clearly. So I will take a moment to clear my head, calm down, and do a few other important command things, while I listen to everyone's suggestions."
As Taffer and Belle nod in agreement, I glanced back at Marcel and Lena. Then I sat back in my Command chair to handle a few things, while the others start throwing out ideas again. While still listening, I contact gate security. "Indogenes are being kidnapped all over the Bay area, so for their security, I order that all Indogene crewmembers that leave base be accompanied by a 3 man security contingent."
Everyone heard their response through the communication panel's speaker in my chair, as the officer said, "Yes Commander. In that case you should know that one of our Indogene crew left with her boyfriend already."
My eyes started to flare again, but this time I glanced at Belle's calm demeanor and fought the rage back down. My eyes returning to their calm electric blue as I said, "Alright Officer. Who left and how long ago?"
he audibly gulped then said, "The ones you have listed as VVIPs, Iri Sewuel and Chase Lonehart. They left some time ago. However even though all the main security glitches have been fixed, our security logs are still not recording times correctly. So I can not say for sure, as I just came on duty 5 minutes ago."
I said, "Thank you for letting me know. Now put my order in your log. I repeat: All Indogene crewmembers that leave base are be accompanied by a 3 man security contingent, for their protection."
I closed the comms with him, then contacted Lebeau. "Corporal Lebeau, do you have any idea when Chase Lonehart and Iri Sewuel signed out?"
Lebeau answered with, "Oui le Commandant. I can'nt give de exact time. However I left de War Room as Mr. Lestrange and Miss Marr, be enterin it. De people in question be leavin' der chambre an headin fer de garage at dat time."
I said, "Thank you Corporal."
Then I closed the comms and looked up at those in the War Room. "Belle, Taffer, you both know them a lot better than I do. So I need to know, as you all heard that, what is your suggestion? Do you feel confident that Chase will be able to protect Miss Sewuel, if the Inquisition goes after her?...Or do we try to contact them? If we do try and they don't respond, then I say we expect the worst, but try to locate their last position and send a team to investigate."
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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 28, 2015 8:50:32 GMT
Sandy Bell readied herself feeling she was entering the den of the lion. Whether it would be the friendly lion that just had the thorn removed from it's paw or the rapid lion ready to tear her heart out again she didn't know. She sighed as she put down her beloved Pulser SMG leaving it on the back seat of the car, knowing that if this was going to work, it couldn't be as the simple soldier girl, but as the mature woman who visited Paris with Volodja and enjoyed the secrets of the Louvre with him that day in the holo-room.
Sandy straigtened out her flowered skirt, Wolfram agreeing that she should go in first and he would follow in shortly after, but asked before she left the black Durango, "Okay, ready as I'll ever be, wish me luck?"
"Good luck my child," Answered Wolfram with a small smile on his wizened visage.
As Sandy headed towards the Red Deer cafe, she saw through the large plate window that he was with Vo's sister Lu and a pudgy human male she did not know, with no Indogene twin girls anywhere to be found. The two he was sitting with seemed to be enjoying light conversation, but Volodja looked haggard to her, sitting apart as he sipped his coffee. Her step lightened when she found that her worst fears had been groundless as to who he would be with, but she still had no idea what she should say first or how to appoach him.
Sandy thought about just walking up and saying, "Hi there sailor, new in town?" but that hinted at military and that was the image she was trying to get away from. She thought about slinking up seductively, and asking for a light, but then she remembered she always started coughing whenever she tried to smoke a cigarette. She even though of sashaying up like Belle Starr and asking in a Southern accent, "What y'all doing?" but quickly rejected that idea as a bad one.
"Why not just say hello?" Asked Sarge, her EGO psyche through the telepathic link they shared.
As Sandy grabbed the doorknob to the front door of the cafe, she closed her blue eyes briefly marshalling her courage and gulping to relieve her suddenly dry mouth. Once that was done, she opened her blue eyes wide, a grin on her tan pretty face and entered the cafe making a beeline to the booth where Volodja and his two friends sat, smoothing her dress before she sat down in the space next to him, which got his attention.
Sandy looked lovingly into his brown eyes with hers, and said, "Hi."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 28, 2015 9:09:45 GMT
Volodja Uljanov could not believe his own eyes, seeing Sandy Bell in flowered dress by his side and looking so beautiful in it. He must have been losing his mind because even when he met Arnim Mueller-Stahl it was explainable with a help of the reason, because Arnim was free to roam around the world and he got stuck in Red Deer during his book presentation tour. But Sandy headed back to the Paradise territory with the rest of the team. Volodja knew that for sure, because only Luuzuk K'Shaa stayed behind.
"Hello Sandy," he answered. "Is it really you or my mind is playing tricks on me?" Instead of answering right away, Sandy put her tanned hand on his and pinched it in most gentle way, to assure him that she is not a ghost or a daydream, but Sandy Bell in her flesh and blood and flowered dress which brought out her shapely body and a bright smile on her gorgeous tan face. No doubt it was her. One the most beautiful girls, if not the most beautiful, in Western hemisphere was in this cafe, filling this place with light and warmth.
Volodja didn't new what to say at first. He had only words to take her heart away. But words dried in his dry mouth like a drop of water does when it lands to the sun heated stone. He just looked at her and wished that he had the right words for her. He would try to create whole world for themselves, so they could talk in private. Or at least keep up the meaningful silence, letting their eyes do the talking.
Her blue eyes were full of love and so were his brown ones, but he felt quilt because he hurt her but he didn't turn his eyes away from her's and said: "I...know that I don't deserve your forgiveness. You didn't replied to my last desperate love message, I sent after you, when you were flying away and yet you are here, so adorable, so beautiful, so feminine, so natural, so genuine, so....real. I hope you didn't forgot something important behind and had to have all that trouble with returning. I can help you to find that thing whatever it might be. We can find it together if you want. Lu and my old squad mate Arnim Mueller-Stahl are busy with each other anyway...At least I could make it up to you, although I don't now how much it will help..." And he went silent again, losing the track of his words and he wasn't sure how he can find that again...How he can help Sandy to find what she was looking for? The answer had to be somewhere. Maybe Sandy will help him out if he means anything to her any more. But glance in her big blue eyes gave him hope that he is able to find and return that precious thing she lost.
Consciously he tried to back off, but without even noticing it, his head came closer to her's when he was talking, until his lips could touch her's. Their eyes seemed to grow bigger and wider when their glances finally melted together in the moment his lips almost met her's. At least for a second they were close to each other again...
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 28, 2015 9:30:28 GMT
Belle Starr frowned with the news that Iri and Chase had left the relative safety of fortress Kshaa, saying, "We'd best send a possee to retrieve them Atticus! Chase has an EGO, but Iri doesn't, and Chase has been a mite preoccupied ever since he lost his memory!"
Belle looked straight at Atticus and smiled warmly, "You're the Commander Atticus, as the only one here of the Triumvirate, so final decision is yours but I sure as shooting think we should go talk to Lady together, then we could watch each other's back and avoid the whole deception tar pit! On the other hand, I understand Taffer's concerns about mind contol, for we've run into lots of evidence that them Inquisition varmints are masters at mind manipulating schemes, although that was back when the Mistress of Judgment was alive and before Lady took over, or seemed to! Anywho, I'll follow your lead Atticus, but if y'all won't let me go parlay with Lady, than at least let me go search for Chase and Iri!"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Aug 28, 2015 10:25:26 GMT
I looked at Belle as I said, "One thing at a time Belle. I do like your idea of accompanying me to see Lady, so we have each other's back. However she made sure she left while you were away and I was in a coma for a reason. I assume because she didn't want us interfering. So if we confront her directly it might cause the Inquisition to hasten their plans. So we must figure out what those plans are before confronting her, no matter how much I HATE it!
We know where Lady is currently at, so we can wait on our visit to her for now. At least until we have more information on what they are up to. Taffer you are normally better at coming up with plans to discreetly obtain information than I am, so please come up with two or three and we will decide from there. I know what Lestrange wants us to do. He is easy to figure out. He wants us to send him to gather information, and in return lighten one of our bank accounts more. I suppose it is at least worth thinking about. Besides if it is discovered that the Inquisition plan affects VBI negatively, then perhaps we can get them to pay Marcel Lestrange's fee, if we send him. However I want some other plans as well. So we aren't just acting without thinking, like I am always accused of doing, including just a little while ago.
Belle take a small team to locate Chase and Miss Sewuel. I suggest Kaj be one of them, as most Biomen models, I believe including the Lincoln line, seem to be very resistant to mind control. From what I understand, Vo tends to be very resistant to mind control or at least some kind deception as well. So he is also a very valid choice. However you are in command of the rescue team. So pick the team of your choosing, minus Taffer and myself, but no more than 5 members, counting you. Check out one or two Durangos and any gear that your team needs. Then go, bring them back."
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 28, 2015 17:19:04 GMT
After getting her marching orders from Atticus and asking LeBeau to have two security men meet them in the base garage with a vehicle, Belle Starr nodded curtly to him then headed to her quarters to change from her Castithan business suit to her Liberty Trooper battle armor. On the way, she took out her hailer and called Kaj, knowing where he was after seeing him get the flowers from Ralph the Cook.
"Kaj, how's Kara?... Good, good! Listen, I'm really sorry to interrupt y'all in your quality time together, but two of our own have gone missing!... Chase Lonehart and Iri Sewuel... Yes, Chase's Indogene girlfriend! Don't know if y'all heard, but Indogenes are being taken by Inquisition yahoots all over the Bay area, so we are naturally worried!... Kaj, Atticus thinks y'all might be harder to mind control than us other people, being a Bioman and all, so he wants y'all to come watch our backs!... I sure would personally appreciate it too, so please meet us down in the garage! Security should have our car ready!... Thank y'all kindly! Belle out!"
When Belle got to her quarters, she found Vo Kshaa naked and asleep in the bed they shared. She quickly took off her Casti business suit, then with a mischevious smile, crawled into bed nude, spooning him and nibbling his ear until he woke up.
"Now don't get too riled up," Belle said with a giggle, "Because we got an urgent mission! Chase and Iri have gone missing, and Atticus needs us to go find them! I got a team assembling in the garage, so not time for the wicked, so to speak!"
As he rolled over, she spared the time for one long passionate kiss with him, then jumped up and started dressing in her red, white and blue armor and gathering her equipment. She put on her firewall synergy Darkest Night shield that provided some protection to her team mates as well as to herself, her Thorn Liro charge blade, her signature SMG, and her new Solstice Wolfhound pistol, the last two being gifts from her true love, Vo Kshaa. Once they both were dressed and ready to leave, they rushed to the garage to meet the others of her search team.
"Okay, team! We got a find and rescue mission here! Chase Lonehart and Iri Sewuel may have been the latest victims of Inquisition abductions, and I've sent pictures and information on all three to your datapads, so take a gander if ya'll aren't familiar with them! Now I'm about as useful as a charge sword without a blade when it comes to such things, so I bow to your security expertise, all of y'all! Do we have tracers on the personal vehicles we allow stored here, or might there be a way to trace a GPS system on Chase's orange Challenger, or even a way to find their personal hailers? I'm open to any and all ideas in ways to find them, with no idea too absurd or too silly, so please speak up if in y'all have any!"
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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 28, 2015 17:46:44 GMT
Sandy Bell's lips rushed to meet Volodja's as she kissed him so hard she began to see explosions behind her closed blue eyes and felt light in the head, but when she opened her eyes again to look at him she grinned widely, then she replied, "I found what I'm looking for and I'm staring right at it! I love you Volodja, and that's a fact I can't deny or ignore! You are my one an only! I didn't get your message anymore than I guess you got mine earlier, damn fucking technology - excuse me Volodja, I'm working on my language, promise! Words don't come naturally to me as they do to you, but know this - always know this - you're a special man, Volodja Uljanov, one in a million, and I love you more than life itself! if I forgot anything, it might have been that, but..."
Sandy could have talked more, dredging up their past miscommunications, or how she had let the green-eyed god of jealousy claim her when his attentions were drawn to Belle Starr, or how he was utterly charming with his handsone looks, cultured tastes, and scholarly ways or any one of a myriad of thoughts that flooded her mind, but chose to ignore them all and concentrate on one thing: Sandy put her heart and soul into one long passoinate kiss with Volodja, putting all her longings and feelings about him in that one act, hoping beyond hope that he would reciprocate so that this one expression of love would meld them as one forever!
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 28, 2015 17:57:13 GMT
Few hours ago Volodja was lost. Now he was found, but he got lost again. This time into the sweetest kiss man can ever receive from someone whom he loved and who loved him. He looked breathlessly at Sandy Bell's pretty tan face slide his fingers through the cascade of her blonde hair and kissed her again, putting inside that kiss all his tenderness and strength, all his feelings and unspoken words, but there was no need for words any more. There wasn't even need for an air because Sandy was the air he breathed. The crystal spring he drank from, without getting enough.
Insensitivity of their emotions and heat of their bodies could melt the metal or lit their seats on fire. There wasn't anyone else for them in that moment. Only Sandy and Volodja. Even if heard of wild elephants would rush into the cafe, they would simply ignored them. No wonder that they ignored Lu and Arnim, who stared at them intensively, totally forgotten their conversation.
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 28, 2015 18:39:06 GMT
Arnim Mueller-Stahl could not resist his writer's urges any more. He grabbed his notebook and started to write, staring at reunited lovers, so he wouldn't lose a single moment of their kiss. Finally he opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on when he met a glance from grey eyes of elegant elderly gentleman, who put forefinger warningly to his lips, wiped him to come closer and said:
"Leave them be, mein freund. They just got each other back and you must let them to enjoy the moment."
"Sind Sie Deutscher? (Are you German)" asked Arnim Mueller-Stahl. "Wer sind sie wirklich, und was machen sie hier? (Who are you and what do you do here)"
"Nein, mein freund. Ich komme aus Liechtenstein. (No, my friend. I come from Liechtenstein). And since people start looking us suspiciously, we will have to switch to English again.I am Dr. Wolfram von Eschen, friend of Sandy Bell and Volodja Uljanov who are busy with kissing each other. And you should not interrupt their moment with your questions. If you want to learn their story, then I can tell you as much as I know. My honorary will be paid in Brandy. And who is this beautiful Irathient woman? Friend of yours? Let me introduce myself - Wolfram von Eschen at your service." He bowed an kicked his heels together.
Waiting patiently until Sandy and Volodja ended their kiss, Wolfram coughed to get their attention and said:
"Seems that my help isn't needed at moment, but I managed to be useful. First - we can't fly back until tomorrow. I can't take credit of arranging that. Weather report isn't good and our aircraft and crew, I mean Candyass - don't ask Volodja, you will see her - need their rest, repair and fuelling. But you have to give me credit for arranging a "Romance Package" for you two with the help of Donald Trump. Not THAT Trump, Volodja. Taxi is waiting for you already, so you will leave now. And you, my friend, remain here with me and this charming Miss. No way I let you sneak after them with your notebook. get out now! Marsch, marsch, marsch!"
When Sandy and Volodja left, holding each other hands and looking the other tenderly, Wolfram sat down to the booth and said: "First that Brandy." When Arnim made the order and Wolfram approved the bottle, he opened his mouth and started to tell how Volodja met Sandy...
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 28, 2015 19:06:51 GMT
Romance package for Sandy and Volodja contained a night's stay at the luxury hotel in a jacuzzi suite, free taxi ride to the ranch, one hour carriage ride there, romantic supper for two in private eating area of the restaurant, bottle of wine, and taxi back to the hotel. It was wonderful package actually. Food tasted great - it was well presented and served. Sandy and Volodja were allowed to take their time to enjoy their plentiful meal and fire in the fireplace. Beer selection was nice, a burger tasted very good and the apple pie they had for dessert was just fantastic. The view of the trees and river through the trees was beautiful and they didn't heard any city noises. But best part was the company. They ate and laughed and talked and sometimes they just went silent and looked at each other longingly. And that carriage ride...Sandy and Volodja sat in there, their bodies tightly against each other, holding hands. They even managed to spot a wild deer who went to drink, moving gracefully until it vanished from sight. And several times they just cut their talk just to look the other and steal an occasional kiss. They didn't noticed how the time went by and soon they were in taxi, riding back to the city.  "I love you so much, Sandy. More than words could say," whispered Volodja. "Hopefully you enjoyed our date, my girl. Is there anything else you want to do in my company before we have go to sleep? You have that apartment waiting for and I can sleep at your door mat and guard you." Volodja blushed suddenly, because once again he said something silly and was not sure how Sandy reacts. Especially when he wasn't sure how Sandy liked their first real date in her corporeal body. He wanted to offer her best, but if it wasn't enough, he was willing to try even harder. Actually he had a present for Sandy. He needed right time and place to give it to her. |
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Post by Sandy Bell on Aug 28, 2015 23:42:39 GMT
At the door of the penthouse suite of The Red Deer Hilton, one of the tallest buildings in Red Deer, Sandy Bell kissed Volodja once again, losing herself in his warmth as she had all evening since she reunited with him in the cafe. The rest of the night had been a romantic blur, and althought she was vaguely aware of the details as to who was there and where they went, all she remembered clearly was an overwheming feeling of happiness, one she felt she hadn't had in years if ever.
"I love you so much, Sandy. More than words could say," whispered Volodja. "Hopefully you enjoyed our date, my girl. Is there anything else you want to do in my company before we have go to sleep? You have that apartment waiting for and I can sleep at your door mat and guard you."
Sandy raised a blond eyebrow as a wry grin crossed her pretty tan face, "There is no damn way - excuse me - there is no way I'm letting you stay out here Volodja where you can wander away again. I love you, and yes, I can think of more than one thing I want to do in your company before we go to sleep, or at least until the morning sun rises,"
With that Sandy pulled Volodja into and through the spacious living room, closing and locking the door behind them as she then dragged him without protest into the bedroom. She slowly unbuttoned Volodja's shirt all the while French kissing him, her tongue playing an erotic tag with his. When his shirt was gone, she dropped gracefully to her knees and began undoing his pants, then pulling them off and releasing his already excited manhood. She stared up at him with loving blue eyes, then began to lick and suck voraciously as if she were starving, until Volodja trembled, his body exploding with emotion.
Sandy grinned wiping off her mouth with the back of her tan hand, then quickly stood up and pulled over her head her delicate flowered dress, revealing she had nothing on underneath it but her shapely tanned and athletic but very feminine body, pushing him gently into the bed as the dress fluttered to the ground. She climbed on top of him straddling his nether regions, slowly moving back and forth until his manhood was rigid once more, then she gasped as she allowed him to enter her. For many minutes they continued this way, until he grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her back with himself on top of her so that he could control the rhythm of their movements, which he did until they both were groaning and gasping for breath as one, culminating into a simultaneous and satisfying orgasm.
They lay in bed for some time, Volodja on his back and Sandy by his side with her warm cheek on his chest listening to the rapid beat of his heart as he stroked her soft blond hair. They neither saw nor cared about the two Castithan men in stolen hotel maintenance garb making their way down the hallway outside the penthouse with several large aerosal canisters on a cart to the roof above.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Aug 29, 2015 3:51:25 GMT
When Iri Sewuel and the other two Indogenes were led into the Inquisition throne room, Lady Christianna was laying on her huge throne of skulls, her swan like neck braced on one arm as she looked up and her thin legs draped over the other. Her red hellbug cowboy hat hung on the top of one of the columns of skulls that made up the back of the throne and Lady played with a laser pointer on a huge holographic 4-D globe that hung near the ceiing of the room, connecting various red dots that ranged from the west coast of North Amerca through Canada and then down the east coast.
Lady's big pink eyes never left the globe as she spoke, although she did blow a large bubble of bubble gum and popped it before she spoke, "Leave Iri." The other two Indogenes were led out of the room before Lady continued, her red laser pointer playing around one dot and then another on the globe as she spoke, "Terra-spires, every one. Some broke, some not. Fix those broke. Make Eden."
"That's been tried before and it didn't work," Replied Iri, trying to break the mental restrictions on her body caused by the Omec control rod, but unable to do so.
Lady sat up in her chair, looking like a diminutive dark queen in her black skin tight polymer armor with the red trim and black dyed hair stark against her alabster skin, her face decorated with black war paint markings, when she smiled enigmatically and said proudly, "Not by me. Not by my brain trust. All it needs is coordination."
Iri stared in disbelief at Lady, saying, "Lady, you are a bright girl, you know this can't work. Lets just contact Atticus and - "
Lady scowled standing straight up jutting a small thumb at her chest, "NOT his Lady anymore, Mistress of Sorrow! Not girl, villainess! Not the one doing, You doing! Brain trust doing!"
Lady's pink eyes softened seeing that Iri clearly didn't understand, and sighed when she realized she'd have to explain. It's what villains do, and though words tired her, she realized that lengthy explanations to the heroes was part of the job. Lady skipped down to the last two steps of the dais that supported her throne so that she could look eye-to-eye with Iri.
Lady pointed at Iri and said, "Indogenes, smartest race on the planet, but do little things like play country doctor or fix video games, when capable of much greater if directed by mastermind. Reason for my Indogene Brain Trust directed with Omec tech. Indogenes working together could end world hunger. Could end world disease. Could fix terra spires. Could recreate Eden. No scarce resources, no conflict. Everybody happy. Until then, world needs direction, needs Inquisition, needs fist of oppression, needs mastermind villain, needs Mistress of Sorrow! Awesome plan! Understand?"
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 29, 2015 5:35:30 GMT
Arnim Mueller-Stahl closed his notebook and stared Wolfram von Eschen for a long time without a word. Then he opened his mouth and said: "World knows lot of love stories - happy, sad, romantic and simply memorable ones. You know what - these two just began their story at the point where story of Romeo on Juliet ended with they tragic and yet romantic death.
They started with death and rebirth and now they have a chance to become more alive as ever, because both of them were sort of ghosts from the past. Hopefully they find their place in today's world as well." And Arnim wiped off the treacherous tear from his eye. He was sentimental as a German can be and that meant he was VERY sentimental. Then he continued:
"I think this story needs another bottle of brandy. And now we can talk about other things. Especially when we are forgetting that our charming Miss K'Shaa is here and she deserves every bit of attention we can offer to her."
The brandy was brought and both gentlemen tried to entertain Luuzuk with their stories, sort of competing for getting her attention. In a most friendly manner, of course, because they didn't wanted spoil the friendly and light hearted mood in their booth, but still they were competitive. After all - Lu was good looking and serious girl and both European charmers - thin, tall and elegant Wolfram and short and jovial Arnim - really enjoyed her company.
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 29, 2015 5:52:46 GMT
Volodja had only one wish - to give Sandy something significant that she could remember their first night of being alive and he already knew what he will give her. After smell searching trip among his clothes, Volodja pulled out his hand, something squeezed in his fist. When he relieved his fingers around of the object he held, just like flower opens up to the sun in the morning, Sandy could see an elegant silver heart shaped locket, containing the knotted cherry stem from the day Sandy and him met. The one that Sandy left him as a memento before sacrificing herself. He kept it all the time with him, near his heart, no matter what happened with him. Now he could return it to the owner with a bonus.  Volodja placed it around Sandy's neck, using an opportunity to kiss it, locked it and let is slid between her firm breasts. He kissed both of them softly and whispered: "I know that you deserve more valuable token of my feelings, but it's the closest thing to the love ring, I have in my possession. I hope that you will accept this humble present from a humble man who loves you." Then he pulled Sandy closer so he wouldn't lose the warmth and that tingling feeling he had when Sandy's nude body touched his, let her head rest on his chest again and kept stroking her hair and soft skin of her upper cheek until he lowered his face into her hair and smelled her delicate scent, while he was kissing her ear. |
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Post by Chase Lonehart on Aug 29, 2015 7:10:40 GMT
The door for the Presidio bunker opened as Iri and the others from the APC stood. She didn’t want to be there, but as she told Chase, she had no choice. Never in the years of her life on Earth, or even life back in the Votanis system, did she ever expect of find herself with an Omec control rod in her neck, just as much as she didn’t expect to discover the Omec drug. Yet, there she stood as the door opened, and she and others proceeded into the belly of the beast against their wills with control rods stuck right into their necks. It was clear that Lady wanted to produce the Omec drug, and she knew that Lady knew that Iri was probably the only other person who could understand how to make it.
As they descended further into the base, she saw more and more Indogenes, some she had encountered throughout the Bay during her time at Top-Notch. Then it clicked to her. Chase was trying to get her out of the Bay because he knew Lady and the Inquisitors were kidnapping Indogenes. He was trying to get her as far away as possible to keep her safe. Chase was lying to her in order to protect her.
I’m slightly pissed, she thought to herself. It warms my heart because he was thinking about my safety, but still slightly pissed for lying to me. And he manipulated me into agreeing to go!
It was at that moment she thought about Chase, wondering if he was alive or if he was dead. She carried a secret that she didn’t tell anyone, one that she had almost forgotten so long ago because of how things played out. And if she was going to be a slave for the rest of her life and the man she loved was dead…
Don’t think about it, she told herself. You don’t know if he is.
One of the Inquisitors grabbed ahold of Iri by her arm, directing her and the others who had been with her in the APC.
“The Mistress of Sorrow would like to have a word with you,” he told her.
Great, she thought to herself. The Devil herself calling for an audience.
Seeing Lady sitting on the throne of skulls was something that Iri found almost comedic.
Over theatrical, she thought to her. Add a long mustache for her to twirl, and she’d fit the cliche completely.
After hearing Lady’s, wait, Mistress of Sorrow, explain her plan, Iri couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“The world can’t be fix,” Iri told her. “It was always broken, even long before we arrived here. Your plan is flawed because you’re believing in a utopia, a perfect society. But what you fail to realize is that the word “utopia” originated from the description of “false paradise.” Besides, there are many people who attempted to make the world the way they wanted it. And each one failed because there was always something they overlooked. And the reason why the world is the way it looks right now was because we tried to make an Eden, and we failed to take into account the fact that there could have been sentient lifeforms. I’m sorry, but a whole bunch of Indogenes can’t change that, even with Omec technology. I can’t wait to see what it will be that will blindside you and cause your attempt to fail as well. But, since you’ve got this control rod in my neck, I guess that makes you the boss until then.”
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The first thing he felt as he slipped back into waking was the throbbing headache that feel like someone was jabbing his brain with a pair of pointy high heels on. The second feeling he has was that limbs were rubbery, which eventually gave way to feeling the pain in his left knee. Chase tried to push himself up but noticed something was wrong. His right arm, the PDK-82, wasn’t working. He told his arm to move, but it remained lifeless.
“McCoy, my arm’s not working.”
There was nothing but silence from the interior of his head.
“McCoy?” he repeated. “McCoy, talk to me.”
He waited for McCoy’s voice to fill his skull, to hear its voice tell him that it was okay. But nothing came, nothing but silence occupying the space between the bone and the mushy gray material of his damaged brained.
“McCoy, please say something.”
He sat there, never having felt so alone. It hadn’t been since he awoke in Panama that he felt like this, like he had no one else in the world. And the fact at that moment, he was alone with night hanging over. He couldn’t tell how long he had been out, but he knew he needed do something. Judging from the slope and how far down the Challenger went before getting stuck, and the fact he wasn’t waking up at Top-Notch or at Fort Kshaa with Belle chewing him out for being stupid and leading Iri out of the only possible safe place. He managed to see his duffle bag of weapons still sitting where it had dropped, telling him that hundreds of people could have passed by on the road and not see him down here, not even to steal his weapons.
Chase felt for his hailer, but couldn’t find it. It took him a moment to remember that in his haste to get Iri out of the Bay, he left it on the bedside table back at the fort. No McCoy, a busted leg, a non-functioning arm, a roller stuck on a boulder and no hailer. All of this was equaling up to what had to be the second most worse moment in his existence since he awoke in Panama City.
Well, at least it hasn’t topped the Fontaine Incident, he thought to himself as he began to drag himself around the front of the car to get to the driver side of the door, which still hung open.
It wasn’t easy to pull himself up into the driver seat with one arm, but his only good leg was useful at keeping him from falling back to the ground. It kept him in place until he could pull himself into the cab and adjust himself in to be able to sit in the seat as normal. The plan was simple: lay on the horn until someone noticed him, hopefully good people. He applied the pressure to the steering wheel’s mid-section but something wasn’t right. No sound came from the horn. No matter how many times he pressed it, it was not happening. It then occurred to him that he didn’t close the driver side door when he climbed out to find cover. The interior light would come on whenever a door was open. So if he left it open for hours, and the light was on for hours, that meant the car’s battery was dead.
It was at that moment, the cool and calm that he had desperately tried to maintain was lost, him screaming at the top of his lungs and proceeding to punch the steering wheel in front of him, letting out a string of cursing that would have made anyone blush, and in alphabetical order. When he finally stopped, he had exhausted himself, needing a moment to breath. Finally, he broke down and began to cry, placing his forehead on the wheel.
“God, what have I done to deserve this?” he ask in between the sobbing.
“If you really want a list…” he heard a voice respond.
He turned his head to look out of the driver side door, seeing himself sitting on the ground. He wore an E-Rep Peacekeeper outfit and a baseball cap with the word LAW written on it, which he spun on his right hand as it had been.
“How many lives have you taken, both that you remember and don’t remember? How many lives have you destroyed because you made a bad call or you felt you had to do it for the betterment of everyone? Everything you’ve done, big and small, all adds up quickly. This isn’t an unfair event, it’s justifiable karma.”
Chase shook his head.
“You’re not real,” he told himself. “I’m exhausted, I’m dehydrated and I’ve suffered injuries. You’re just a manifestation my mind has come up with.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you deserve this,” he continued. “You’re no hero, you never were. You’re just a monster who thinks he’s human, a villain who believes himself to be a good man with clean conscience and no blood on his hands. And worst of all, you’re a magnet for trouble that just draws in everything bad to you.”
“You’re not real,” Chase repeated. “You’re not real.”
Chase decided the best option was to climb up the slope. Staying down at the car wouldn’t have helped, as it hadn’t already. He pulled himself around to get ahold of his weapon’s cache, in case trouble happened. He sat the bag to where it draped over his lap, as he proceeded to push with his good leg and his only arm. Out of all the times he found himself in tough situations, where he was physically and mentally challenged, it wasn’t easy working with only tow limbs. Every time he looked back at the top of the slope, it looked farther away, no matter how much distance he covered.
“You remember those cannibals,” he heard himself say. “That group that was in the Storm Divide? They took you in when you ran out of gas. There were families there. You killed every single one of them, Chase, including their children. You let out the monster at that time, and it consumed every one of those lives. And you still tell yourself it was the right choice, and you sleep soundly at night without a thought about it.”
“I did the right thing,” he told himself. “How many lives did they take before I arrived there? How many lives have I saved by permanently stopping them?”
“Stop bullshitting yourself, you dumb sonavabitch. You know damn good and well you could have gotten away without any problems. You chose to turn around and head back, and you wiped them out with a big grin on your face.”
“I didn’t grin! I had to!”
“Like how you just had to get Iri out of the Bay? You took her from probably the closest to a secured building and waltzed her right out the front door. And now, those bastards have her, and you served her up like on a silver platter.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen!”
“Of course you did. If you’re not busy trying to save the world for one reason or another, you’d be nothing more than another useless civilian working a job you despise for a meager and pitiful existence. You brought her out here to stroke your own ego and you have doomed her along with the rest of her species.”
“SHUT UP!”
“The only way you’re ever going to atone for your sins is to let the monster out once more,” he heard.
“No,” Chase shook his head. “No, I won’t.”
“How many of them will have to die before you realize you let it loose once more?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The voice went silent, and the other was gone. It took Chase a moment to realize that in his anger, he had managed his way up the hill without any problems and was now in view next to the road. He sat back from the exhaustion, pulling the bag up over his chest and wrapping his arm around it.
“Fine,” he whispered. “Nothing but deeds of darkness from hereon. But only for Iri. Only for her."
He drifted off as he succumbed to unconsciousness once more.
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