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    A Walk Down Memory Lane

    Marcai sat in his office as he always did during the week days. Continously filling out form after form. It was a standard task he had become acustom to in this new life he had created for himself. He looked up from his stack of work and started to ponder about his life.

    So long ago he had known what love was, but no longer did he waste his time after the death of his wife Ariel. He didnt hold a grudge on the clanners anymore, he never did. He continued his life as usual trying to forget that night in Omni-1. He made a promiss to his dead wife, he swore that he would do everything in his power to stop this from happening to anyone else, and thus ended his life as an Omni administraitor and begain his carear as an Omni-Pol officer.

    He joined Omni-Pol to protect the citizens, but was discharged from Omni-Pol because he tried to protect the citizens. He remembered the patrols in Rompa Bar and around the arena. He seldom arrested anyone, but he was one of the best Omni-Pol investigators. General Celes commssioned him to investigate several criminals...including a band of thugs known as the Kenly family, a group of pond scum gangesters. After the investigation was complete, the Kenlys where all but disbanded, but one investigation still remained unsolved...Investigation 11002 code named "Lemmy."

    Till this day it remained much of a mystery to Marcai as it had back then. Officer Tearfall found a girl in one of the darker backyards in Rome. Then the disappearance of Lunya from the Society of Salvation and the sudden appearance of a man Marcai would soon loath with all his being, Malachii.

    Before Marcai could present any evidence of wrong doing, the Interplanetary Pace Conference took place and effectivly ended Macai's carear as an Omni-Pol Lt. The very bold initive to bring about peace ultimatly destroyed what little dignity he had among Omni-Tek. He still remembers what they said to his face, "You clanner! get out of Omni-Tek now!"

    He left Omni-Pol in shame to be embraced by the Society of Salvation. A distant orgnaization that he had little knowledge of, but still decided to join to be apart of an organization. He became the diplomacy department General, another failure he would have to suffer.

    During his time as the General Marcai felt alone, wanting his wife back from the demons that stole her. These images haunted him in his sleep and eventually drove the man insane.....Marcai's dark age. He went on a rampage, uncontrolled and unchecked by another. He had no mercy, he had no recollection of human emotion, just rage filled him. Death had welcomed Marcai and he embrassed it as a friend. He can still remember Meta's screams after he stabed her with a grin.

    That time soon ended and he would return to society as a new man once he was cleaned from his dirty mess. Traveling through the shadowlands, a redeemed attempted to help Marci. He cleared his mind of all the hate and anger that manifested itself in Marcai.

    He returned to the Society, but this time he left the Diplomacy venture for a less tactful investment...private research. Genesis Technology or Gen-Tek would soon be born into the world and Marcai would turn back to his old ways.

    Marcai leaned back in his chair and looked at his computer terminal's screen. The genetic patterns flashed on his screen of his newest test subject that were imported from Omni-reform. He touched the screen and cleared all the data saying "They dont need to know."
    Last edited by Splitstream; Apr 3rd, 2004 at 07:57:10.
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    A fine mist, carried in the midst of the hollow, unnatural breezes emanating from the Brink, softened the air of the Western Elysium beach. In the distance, the slow, deliberate rumble of a group of Hecklers rippled the waves, creating a false tide which lashed the earth below him, peeling away ever-increasing layers of sand and carrying into the abyss beyond.

    Ammicus forced himself not to breathe too deeply. There seemed a poison in the air, in the very lands of the Shadows and the Xan. A poison which was not biologically-effective, per se, but rather one that plagued the mind. Since the opening, many had succumbed to its seductive embrace: Blackpetal, one of Omni-Tek's finest lawyers; Sundai, a cold-blooded murderess; and Marcai, the fallen soldier.

    "Dannielle," Ammicus pulled his hood back as he began speaking, moving to his wife's side on the westward-facing balcony of Tinker Tower. "Do you think it's true?"

    "You mean Ramagano? I guess anything's possible." Her eyes were sharpened on a nearby Eremite, which was lurking only a foot below the sand. "He was nuts, maybe still is. But I've watched him, Nathan. Seen him in Rompa...and he's not...well...loony anymore, you know?"

    "Perhaps. Though I suppose time will be Marcai's test."

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    The young zaibatsujin stood, her shoulders squared and back straight, her silvered metal shadow hovering behind her. Her smile and tranquil expression contradicted the sharp intensity in her brown eyes. She nodded.

    "Hai, General Ramagano, all has been done as you requested. Both lines have been approved, stocks filled and promotional materials prepared. The incident at Lab Two has been investigated. Personally. The reports have been filed and are awaiting your attention."

    He nodded and gestured at the seat on the opposite side of his synthetic oak desk.

    "Very good, Yin. Please, be seated."

    A touch of pride chased itself across her professional mask and her dark lashes lowered, concealing eyes that momentarily glowed a pale gold with pleasure. She sat. Her android assistant took a step forward to stand behind her chair, its sensors focussed on her shoulderblades. She seemed very small, dwarfed by the chair.

    "Sir, I have data that might be of use in that other project..."

    His gaze snapped up and his air of vague distraction vanished. She had his full attention. Her doll like mask wavered under the weight of his eyes as she slid a datadisc across the desk to rest in front of him.

    "As it is highly classified, I did not opt to entrust it to either grid delivery or courier..."

    His expression tightened, a frown growing at the corners of his mouth. His voice tightened as well.

    "You ignored my orders in regards to your involvement, didn't you?"

    It wasn't a question. Not really. They both knew better. The petite Japanese 'crat nodded mutely, unable to meet his eyes.

    "Yin... why?"

    Her voice was breathy.

    "I did it as much for myself as for GenTek, sir... I had to know for sure... and now I think that you should know as well."

    General Ramagano's expression darkened.

    "I told you --"

    She interrupted, raising her chin and meeting his glare with eyes that glowed slightly under the soft fringe of lashes.

    "Hai... you forbade it. But Dav...General Ramagano... it is not something I could ignore and pretend was not true. I think after my... accident... that it would be in my own best interest to know."

    He closed his eyes his expression clenched like a fist.

    "Yin. You have to promise me... never again. You are not expendable."

    She sighed, expelling the breath she had been holding.

    "Hai, Davis... on my honor. Never again."

    He smiled grimly as his hand covered the datadisc in front of him.
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    Tarren slid from the shadows as he entered the pale light bathing the streets of Omni-Ent. The air was still, tho if it was from natural causes, or the weather controllers monitoring Omni-Ent he did not know, nor did he care. His mind was focused on what he had learned the other day.

    It seemed as though his luck was turning. When his brothers had stumbled upon him in in the Temple of the Three Winds, by pure coinsidence, he had known it was time to come back. For several months now, he had been working on an assignment that had sent him deep into Clan territory, but he had never found what he was looking for.

    His employer had not been pleased, nor was he. He had never missed a mark, nor had one ever escaped him, so this was not pleasing at all, and yet, there was a certain calm about him.
    He had stumbled upon a data file on the grid, be it either by luck or someone elses intervention, he could not say. But it had given him a lead. And more so, it had sent him back home. Working in Omni-Tek juristiction didn't leave as many options as the clanners would have, but he could on the other hand work in peace, as OP strived to keep the peace.

    Tarren smiled to himself as he let his thoughts wander:
    So, it seems I have finally tracked you down subject K201998-2136-999.1... Or should I say... Miss Yin Koresawa.
    This is indeed most pleasing, my contract is cancelled... But I can arrange another... When I figure out why you're so damn important, and when I do, that information will surely come in handy...


    Tarren had stumbled upon young miss Koresawa the previous day in the Rompa Bar, a place he hadn't visited for ages as his work had left him in the Clans. But now he was back, and would be sure to pay it frequent visits.
    She had been lucky so far, too many witnesses. He had never liked making a scene with people around. It was too risky. He did not share his brothers lust for fame and reknown.
    It was not his game to play. He had other methods. Ones that didn't leave any traces tied to him, and as such, methods that wouldn't get him the attention of OP. Something he dearly wanted to avoid.

    So far, that had gone pretty well... Yes, he thought to himself as he walked down the streets of Omni-Ent, indeed his luck had turned.
    Last edited by Oddysee; Apr 1st, 2004 at 16:44:49.
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    Gwen got out of her yalm and looked at the door to Rompa's. A slight sneer crossed her lips as she remembered sitting in there the other day.

    The Kenleys were back, she knew she had read about it but really didn't want to believe it.

    With a sigh she took a step forward and was pulled inside the bar.

    Looking down at her comm she sets her bio-unit to do a scan of the building. Hmm a few people. Certain she could avoid anyone she wanted to she continued inside.

    Changing before resting, she walked out of the ladies room and smoothed her shirt. Nodding to the large Atrox bouncer she presumed she walked onto the polished hardwood floor. Rompa's was always someplace she liked to go. Most of the times,when it was quiet or the crowd was well behaved. No childish screaming back and forth, no people with their beer muscles acting the fool. She had a heath kit on hand incase she started to get a headache. Looking over the menu she quietly ordered an Iced Coffee then went back down the small stairs, choosing a table insted of Rompa's popular booths.

    A few people come into the bar, walking past the dancefloor area paying little mind to that area since very few opt for a table insted of booth. Sitting back almost hidden from view she closes her eyes and thinks back to events of a few days ago...

    Glancing down at her comm she felt her mood start to sour. "Kenley" flashed in its small font on her comm screen, she had long ago placed them on her hostile list. Gwen had a hard time of letting go of old grudges. Dispite her registered nickname "Ghiggles" and the "innocent"persona she believed she had amongst her friends, her patience was starting to fade away more and more each day.The effects of life on Rubi-ka were starting to weigh on her, political positions, rules and guildlines plus of course her family and their long time service to Omni Tek corp.

    Still she managed to keep her composure, ignoring things best as she could.Well... more like not reacting to things as best as she could. That was a practice she had long mastered. The Kenley dressed in black Elite walked past her pausing in step a moment before carrying on. Glancing down at her bio-scanner the name Xserter appeared. A disgusted groan escaped from her throat.
    Her eyes she kept discreetly on the person, watching as he spoke to someone. Feeling the Red Hoot Pizza she ate earlier starting to turn in her stomach. Thankfully a few SoSers and other friends came in keeping her mind occupied as conversation started amongst the women.

    Glancing down at her unit curiously the small red font flashed
    "Marcai" appeared on the screen. Gwen glanced up noticing Davis near the bar area, then dissapearing from view. Looking down at her display panel again she stopped the name from blinking, remembering quickly why the name was placed on her list to begin with. Thinking back to that day, when Meta was sent to reclaim from Marcai. Remebering herself hacking into the guild communication channel and kicking Marcai from accessing it, keeping him from harrassing other members after he had left the SoS initally.Looking down at her comm recieving a "watch your back" message from Marcai after doing so. Recalling how she felt when she learned Marcai was accepted back into the SoS.

    She kept quiet. It wasn't like her to start trouble, she normally just kept distance from people she didn't like. She did that well. So well that unless someone knew, it was probably hard for anyone she didn't like to know it. Well except the Kenleys,she couldn't help being obviously disgusted by them.It was personal. It was along time ago.

    Pulled back into the conversation around her she shook her head clearing her thoughts and cleared the screen on her display acknowledging the alarm. Then Omni Pol had come in, and Gwen felt her mood lift. The Kenleys were in sight and OP was in top form doing their job. Never before in her days has Gwen wished that Permakill weapons were legal in some instances. This was one of them. The women went back to their conversation as Omni-pol officers escorted a few of the Kenleys out of the bar.




    Opening her eyes slightly as she hears footsteps crossing the floor, she takes a sip of the room temperature drink. So far,no Kenley's ...so good she thought with a slight smile. Sipping her canned coffee again she rolls her neck and lets out a sigh.
    "I should get working on my last event I guess she said in a low voice outloud speaking to herself.
    "First thing..." she said as she opened a small journal in her data unit.
    "Work on letting go of old grudges" she typed in looking at the words for a long while, before finally closing the file and started planning.

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    Tarren walked up the run way leading to the Rompa Bar. He was hoping to meet with the family there, as his comm had had a circuit malfunction, and as such, he had not been in contact with them the other day.
    As he walked in, he stopped to note the possible exits as always, before continuing on. He didn't know why he did this. An old habbit from working in the Clans he guessed.

    "Never enter a room you can't get out of..."

    Never had he heard truer words. They had saved his hide on more than one occasion. When OP had come in and taken his brothers with them, only he had managed to slip out, as they had not grid-locked the building. Hacking the grid ways was a trick a fixer friend had taught him, one that had come in handy on more than one occasion.

    As Tarren turned round the first conour, he was met with the same loathefull eyes as always. The petty people sitting here were whispering their little nothings about criminals and what not. It didn't bother him, as long as they didn't give him any problems, they were of no worries to him.
    Very few people weren't hostile to him and his family, yet he made it a practise always to be polite to all. After all, he was no petty thug, and there was no need for slander. Let these lesser beings talk dirt if they wished. He could not be bothered to their level. And besides, it wasn't smart threatening people openly, you'd get caught to fast. No, much rather subtly, and with no chance of it being tracked. This was what had kept him out of prison so far, and he intended it to stay that way.
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    Yin settled herself on a perch on the back of a chair, struggling to see over the heads of the crowd that had gathered. The little zaibatsujin felt overwhelmed. Large gatherings of this sort made her nervous and antsey. But in the crowd lay safety of sorts. And she had made a promise.

    Jairyn was not there. She frowned. Her promise to him was the only reason she'd come. Fidgeting, she checked her credit balance. Fifteen point seven million. It would have to be enough. A familiar voice brought her to a state of full alertness. Behind the smoked visor of her nanohelm, her eyes glowed a dull, bloody red, registering alarm.

    "Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't little KittenFu Koresawa. And how are you this evening, Miss Koresawa?"

    Her voice was low and strained as she hissed at him.

    "You..."

    She spotted Damon Kenley not three yards away. It seemed that he too had some skill at using the crowd to his advantage.

    "You can't touch me here, Kenley. Too many witnesses. And OmniPol is --"

    He cut her off with an amused leer.

    "Out of its jurisdiction. If they couldn't arrest you for illegal stim possession here, what makes you think they can protect you here? Oh really, Miss Koresawa, I expected more logic from you."

    Her eyes narrowed behind the helmet's visor. He was, of course, right. But she still had the courage that knowing that he wouldn't want to draw too much attention to himself gave.

    "You can't touch me here."

    He laughed at her insistance. Her eyes followed his hand to his pocket and froze there. A cold thread of fear chilled her as she remembered the threat he'd delivered in Borealis, at their last meeting. Had he gotten his hands on an EMP generator?

    Her comm flashed, making her jump in her seat.

    "...Yin?"

    It was Davis. The sound of his voice warmed her, restored her courage.

    "Davis..."

    He must have heard the underlying tension.

    "Yin, are you alright? Where are you?"

    His concern was a lifeline, thrown out to her in the chaos.

    "Reets. Glass Dancefloor for the auction... staring down my nemesis."

    His image faltered a moment on the internal commlink, but she didn't miss the look of recognition, concern and anger.

    "Yin, don't let him near you. Don't let him touch you. I'm coming."

    She glanced up. Damon Kenley was gone.
    [SIZE=2]I would believe only in a god who could dance. *Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

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    Tarren smiled as he walked out of Reet's. So, miss Koresawa had been as predictable as he had assumed. Good, it would make tracking her so much easier!

    Tarren gazed out over the city of Stret west, a grim smile on his face.

    Did you familiarise yourself with the target?...

    The slim figure of an Opifex female stepped out from the shadows.

    I did...

    Terran let go a little laugh. Good, most pleasing... All was going according to plan!
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    "Little Kitten, it's dead. Please desist."

    The little bureaucrat stopped, her arms falling limply to her sides. Blood streaked the flat black surface of her nanohelm, dripped slowly to the floor from her black gloved hands. She turned slowly, the eyeslots in the featureless mask glowing a dull red as her gaze met his. Behind her, the body of the clan sharpshooter atomized, returning to reclaim for reassembly.

    Her breath caught between her teeth and her head dropped. Chew-Toy's long, assessing stare weighed heavily on her. She could feel his internal processes calculating probability factors on her humanity. And why not? She was becoming something alien to herself. If it were not for Davis and her brother Pete, would she have anything but the cold emptiness and the burning, savage joy that destroying these rogue flesh-units gave her? It was difficult to say.

    "Gomen, Chew-Toy... I guess I was... enjoying my work... too much."

    She didn't need to tell her mechanical companion whose face she saw while dispatching these people, whose fear she felt reflected back at her through their eyes just before they died. He knew. She wondered if he would fulfil the programming she found in him if she ever crossed that line between woman and weapon and found no way to cross back. If he didn't... she blocked the thought from her mind and struggled to supress the emotions it brought with it.

    With an automated efficiency, she finished the task at hand, exchanging a bodycount and a strange bomb for a large sum of credits and some trinket that she had no real use for VIA the miracles of modern grid technology.

    Closing her eyes, she stepped into the metal arms of her android and summoned the programming that would pull them directly into the streets of the city that had birthed her. It was difficult to focus enough to trip the internal programming related to bring them home. The familiar, gnawing pain interfered with her concentration. She'd have to stim soon. It was past time to feed the technological monster that kept her alive.

    The sudden jolt and loss of contact with Chew-Toy that heralded her impending spatial trip caught her by surprise and left her dazed and shaken, standing on the pier just north of the Entertainment District. There was a moment of terror before Chew-Toy appeared beside her and re-established their link. He caught her as she stumbled and nearly fell.

    "Neku-chan...you must be more attentive to regulating your chemical levels. If you delay much longer, you will malfunction. Please do not force me to regulate your intake for you. I would find it most unpleasant."

    His tone was uncharacteristicly strict. He sounded su****iously like her father used to, when catching her at some childish wickedness or another. The association covered her in a dusty, tired gloom and made her feel lonely.

    Eyeing her surroundings, she found a quiet alley and palmed a stim. The golden fluid glowed faintly in the darkness before she emptied the cartridge. The momentary rush of the speed washed away the biting pain of biotech breakdown and left in its wake a pleasant feeling of relief as the chemicals fed the withered, starving synthetic cells.

    It only took a few minutes walking to reach a more populated area. Yin looked up at the tacky sign that 'graced' the front of the Rompa Bar and grimaced. Was he there? Or were they in there, waiting for her? Her deep sense of loneliness and need for a familiar human face overwhelmed her sense of caution. She walked in.

    Not completely off her gaurd, the petite zaibatsujin ran a quick body-scan of the immediate area. The hallway was empty. She relaxed, nodding amicably to the flesh-unit that manned the door. Typically, the woman barely acknowledged her, absently waving her through.

    Not a Kenley in sight. She bowed to a pair of off-duty Omni-Pol as she passed them. Having the police adopt your favorite watering hole had some advantages... if one was a law abiding citizen. She wondered, quietly, how it felt to be entrusted with the law and the responsibility to enforce it. In an odd way, she both admired and envied them their jobs.

    Her chest hurt a little with the emptiness at realizing he wasn't there. Slipping into her accustomed seat, she reached back and unfastened the confining, ugly helmet and pulled it off with an audible sigh of relief. The smoky, warm bar atmosphere brushed her naked face like an old friend.

    "Little Kitten, are you sure it is wise to be seen here?"

    She frowned up at her companion, her eyes flashing a muted, bloody red for a moment before fading to a more human dark brown.

    "There hasn't been a Kenley on my radar for days now. I think they gave up and found some easier prey. To hell with the lot of them and their empty threats."

    She patted her pocket and smiled a glacial smile.

    "Besides... if one of them is foolish enough to try anything... I am ready."
    [SIZE=2]I would believe only in a god who could dance. *Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

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