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  1. #1

    Douse my flames with gasoline

    Slowly Pax regained consciousness, realized she was lying on the altar in the unredeemed gardens of Vanya, Penumbra.

    "Backstabbing bastards.. I never should've let my guard down like that." she muttered, her body was one big lump of aching meat. The brief memories of a lethal area nuke conjured by a familiar Nanomage Nano-technician followed by the smell of burnt flesh - her own - made her shudder. For another five minutes she lay there on the altar without moving a muscle, rememberring what happened.

    She was deep in the Penumbra Forest, hunting down lone Shadow Demons to gather fragments of the Source when suddenly her comm bleeped. Between shots at an enraged demon that ambushed her moments earlier she opened the comm channel.

    "You busy?" a familiar voice asked. She bet it was Simehiri. Pax dodged the claws of the monstrosity, sent a jarring burst its way that briefly stunned it - bought her enough time to answer.

    "That depends on who's asking." she retorted. The demon continued its ferocious attacks, luckily for her most blows missed their target.

    "Me." It was definately Simehiri.
    Last edited by PaxCorpus; Dec 14th, 2004 at 09:57:35.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  2. #2
    From the distance it looked like two persons dancing, one with a rather lousy choreography. The once untouched layer of purewhite snow got trampled down and tainted by purple blobs of demon blood here and there.

    "What can I do for you Anthony?" Pax quickly asked before she backflipped a few times to increase the distance between her and the demon. It seemed to have lost its ferociousness - but she knew things are not always as they seem, here in the Shadowlands.
    "Meet me in the advanced shop in Hope" and the reply followed a few shots later "I'll be there... as fast as humanly possible." then the comm went silent. But the battle went on. Meanwhile the demon had suffered some grievous wounds yet it was still standing.

    "Do they even know when its best to flee? Do they even think at all or is everything they do based on primal instincts?" she asked herself. Then it fell to the ground, a few last condensation clouds left the place that appeared to be its mouth and then it was over. Pax released her fingers from the trigger. After a thorough examination of the corpse she found a small fragment from the source, which she quickly stowed away in her backpack.

    Something told her to hurry up as a call from Simehiri meant good credits and exciting errands, at least this was her previous experience. Pax ran westwards, made some detours to avoid more encounters and dived off the brink as soon as she got there.
    Last edited by PaxCorpus; Dec 14th, 2004 at 10:02:19.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  3. #3
    Safely back in the middle of nowhere on Rubi Ka, she recklessly dived into the grid, which always was unpleasant as the pain was excruciating. She rarely executed that particular nano program only when time was a factor.
    During her way to Mort via wompah systems from Borealis she didn't realize her Heal-over-time nanos stopped running, left her in a state far from dead but also far from okay.

    Pax entered the shop and was quite surprised to see Simehiri, flagged, standing around with Falikos and an agent unknown to her. Apparently they were testing something but before she could catch some more of their conversation to realize what it exactly was they headed outside. Pax tagged along utterly confused, ignoring the alarm bells that rang in her head.

    All was peaceful within the walls that surround the small outpost in Hope, plenty of armed neutrals gave the impression nothing could possibly change that. Until a nano-technician, a meta physicist, an agent and a seemingly confused fixer gathered up in front of the shop. Pax placed herself right next to the tall nano-technician, which, in retrospect has proven to be fatal.

    "Hit me" Simehiri demanded. For a brief moment Pax eyes widened, unsure if she heard right or if it was adressed to her.

    "That old man lost his mind? What kind of request is that? That's why he ordered me here? .." that was just a fraction of the questions that spun around her head, all at once. Pax realized no one else done anything so she fulfilled his bidding - She unholstered her smgs and fired two slugs at his chest armor. Curious to hear the reason why he wanted her to do such a thing her eyes rested on Simehiri's lips.

    "Now Kate." he said, Pax turned her head to the left to see what the nano-technician was doing - pressed a few buttons on her cyberdeck it seemed.

    Then all hell broke lose.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  4. #4
    I stood in the Hope market, laughing to myself listening to a familiar voice over my comm unit. Pax and I had been in a dysfunctional dance of a friendship since our first meeting, so similar in a lot of ways and again so drastically different in others. I liked her. I couldn’t help myself, even when I was doing my best to aggravate her she had a stubborn charisma that I liked in a friend. We had been in fact discussing if we were friends or not, both agreeing that it would be very interesting to know if we were or weren’t, but not much fun; I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to trust her.

    Simehiri was standing in front of me, looking puzzled as to my laughter before vanishing into thin air. “Can you see me?” he asked, testing out a new technique he’d learned. I was going to have to practice a bit myself if I am going to keep him from sneaking up on me. “No, can’t see you, just your pets.” He reappeared a moment later standing next to me, really going to have to practice. “Ok, now target Saytros, but use Kel’s.” I turned to give him look of question but he had vanished again so I shrugged and executed the program. Interesting, damage feedback on him and the creature but I still couldn’t see him. I might have to learn how to do that myself.

    The door of the empty shop slid open and I saw Pax standing in the doorway, looking a bit worse for the wear. No telling what she’d been up to and I knew she wouldn’t tell me if I asked. I didn’t expect to see her, and was a little hesitant with Simehiri and I both flagged for open combat. She’d commented to me earlier that she very much wanted to personally see me make a mistake and I wondered if perhaps I had just made it. She didn’t even twitch for her SMG’s on her hips so I relaxed. Simehiri was puzzling over something when he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door explaining in transit he wanted to test something else.

    We gathered outside the shop, garnering strange looks from the locals. “Hit me with it again” he instructed, and I quickly fired off a blast hitting him… and nearly the entire population of Hope. I instantly wished I had thought before I had launched the program. I could see the mob rushing toward me on my heads up display, so I darted back into the shop. I leaned against the wall of the entryway catching my breath and laughing hard as Simehiri came in presumably to see if I’d been followed. “I think I just pissed off the entire population of Hope,” I said sliding down the wall to sit on the tile floor. I looked up at him grinning with laughter when my comm beeped with an incoming call; I clicked the channel open and could nearly taste the venom in the voice coming over the link, “I’ll get you for that… bitch!” The smile fell from my face; I knew what must have happened. Closing my eyes I rested my head against the wall, I’d find out soon enough if we were friends, or not.
    Last edited by Falikos; Aug 3rd, 2004 at 07:14:49.
    President - Shattered Dreams- Rimor

  5. #5
    Pax got up to her feet, yet her head still felt two sizes too small for her brain. Her belongings she recovered from the ancient looking reclaim terminal still emanated heat - a stinging reminder of what happened not so long ago. A few people lingered around in the gardens, chatting around, some were looking for a team to be on the safe side in case sh*t hits the fan. But currently she wasn't in the mood for company so she headed out into Penumbra Forest alone.

    Standing on a hill she had a great view over the forest. Down below the snow on them trees glittered like diamonds. This place of solitude beat her favorite spot she had on the rooftop of Reets Retreat in Stret West Bank by far even though many dangerous creatures lurked around here, always on the lookout for easy prey. She walked for a few minutes, partly watched her surroundings but mainly pondered over that incident in Hope.

    Her comm bleeped and she cursed at her own stupidity for not turning it off when she got here. Annoyed but also curious she clicked the channel open.

    "Mandi?" Simehiris voice came out of the comm unit. Heat crawled up on her, both of her hands were shaking with anger.

    "You got guts talking to me." she snarled right back at him.

    "Calm down, you think I called you to Hope just to watch you get nuked? If I wanted you dead, I'd have taken the pleasure myself. Besides, think about it. YOU got flagged because you couldn't keep your trigger finger in check so I'm hardly to blame at all" he said in a calm, diplomatic way which only fueled her anger.

    "As far as I am informed you're both partners.. you and that lunatic nanomage freak. This must've been a game for you - you were unlucky to draw the short straw so no kill for you. Besides, you looked at me saying "Hit me" and I did... I didn't know that bitch next to me let go the mother of all nukes." Pax grimaced and bit her lip so hard it bled - spat crimson saliva on white snow.

    "No, I looked at Fal and said "Hit me". What the hell is your problem?" Simehiri responded, slightly annoyed.

    "My problem? Currently? Me being too weak to kick both of your pale butts into the next dimension."

    "Right... after all this time, I just wanted to watch you get ganked by someone else. Time to wake up Mandi, it was an accident that was a good portion your fault."

    "A good portion my fault? ... Hello? I didn't come where you wanted me to be for some goddamn field test that actually injured alot of people all around us, not just incinerated me."

    "I wanted you there to critique my concealment, instead, you shot me and got flagged - your fault." Pax couldn't believe her ears when Simehiri blamed it all on herself. Speechless at such a lousy excuse a lone "Bull****" remark passed her lips.

    "Be rational, why would I purposefully want to kill an otherwise good informant, runner, and friend?" he asked.

    "Beats me why you did that to me. But that wasn't just pure coincidence. Maybe some sort of punishment for delivering a damaged data disc, the latest errand I did for you, remember?"

    "What do you want me to do? Have Fal and I stand and let you gun us down? Will that make you happy?" she could sense he was losing his patience trying to explain. Good, she wasn't in any condition to believe one mere word of his explanations anyways. His last sentence although summoned a grim smile on her face. An eye for an eye, the first principle of revenge, old as dirt, still going strong. For a batting of an eye she thought about it but shook her head. It just wouldn't be the same.

    "You won't know when it happens, just like I didn't know. I may be too weak to harm you.. but I could hire a horde of nasties who could." she lied as she was perma-broke most of the time and in no way capable to hire mercenaries.

    "So you're hell bent on making a mountain ou of a molehill... very well, but do this and our business dealings are through. I don't have time for these games." Simehiri replied, rather annoyed than agitated about her threat.

    "Cut the crap there, dirty old man. It was you who started it and I see very well you got enough time for sick games. So let's play.."

    "You're beyond reason. Goodbye Mandi, good luck finding future work. I really had higher aspiration for you -needless to say, I'm very disappointed" came over the comm loud an clear followed by unbearable silence. More to herself than into the comm a weak "And so am I" she whispered unsure if he heard it. Her anger ebbed away and memories she had of him kept comming through, the good ones hurt more than the bad ones. Besides their differences in many things she always considered him a good friend, one of the few she had. But currently she was far from ready accepting this was an accident.

    Growls all around her shook her out of her thoughts. She realized she got surrounded by a horde of nasties.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  6. #6
    As far as she made out there were four Taigan predators closing in from every direction. Her smgs trembled eagerly on her hips. The trick in her situation was that there was no trick, no matter what the combat training taught her.. no rules, no secret mantra, no road map. It wasn't about how smart or how goo9d she was. It was chaos and luck and anyone who thought different was a fool. All she could do was to hang on madly, as long and as hard as she could.

    Handling two of them at the same time would have been a risky task for her.. but four? Plain suicidal - she hauled ass in the direction towards the smallest of them. While in motion grabbed for both of her smgs, which were like frozen lumps in her hands - sent a burst its way. The predator dashed to one side avoided most of the bullets. But also gave room for Pax to ran past. She ran like mad, zigzag past the trees never looked back. After seemingly endless miles she allowed herself to stop and gasped for air. Great plains as far as the eyes could see - It was impossible someone or something could ambush her here.

    "Well well, so much for witnessing Kate screwing up big time by scorching half of the population of Hope. Pity it was on my expense.. definately not the way I had in mind to witness it." she chuckled. A plan how to even the score with Kate was forming in her head, slow but steady and a wicked smile appeared on her face.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  7. #7
    Vengeance was a pain behind her eyes. But no matter how much she pondered about ways how to do it, it was impossible for her to even the score directly - she'd end up burnt to a crisp. To succeed Pax had to make a plan for a far more subtle approach - "In her sleep.." she grinned.


    Days later in the former VICAP headquarters
    The times where this place bustled with activity were long gone. Deserted desks with nothing but thick layers of dust on them filled the rooms to the left and right of the corridor, all lay in semi-darkness. There was no sound except for some rollerrats that scuttled along. Suddenly them rats started to squeak and disappeared into the next room when two slender frames walked down the hall. The first one was cuffed and blindfolded, his steps were clumsy followed by another who poked the barrel of his smg into his back every now and then. Further down the corridor a door stood ajar, light hit the opposite wall. The armed man maneuvered the "package" inside the lit room and removed his cuffs as well as the sack that was draped over his head.

    All OT related furniture has been removed from this room, plain walls without a window but an oversized mirror that streched from one side to the other. Neonlights illuminated every corner of the barely empty room. A cheap table stood in the middle of it, surrounded by a few uncomfy looking chairs. The place where all the interrogations were performed while back then before the department got downsized and then closed.

    "Ah, Mr Kurakawa. I am somewhat pleased you could make it here so fast, please, have a seat." Pax oozed suave charm at the newly arrived Nanomage, slighty nodded to the Opifex, signaled him to stand guard a few steps behind him.

    "Who the hell are you? Who gives you the right taking me hostage? I want to call my attorney, NOW! I'll sue you fo.." he shouted, his head blushed with anger but was unable to go on as a baseball-bat from behind hit him above his calf, caused him to slump down on the chair.

    "I said have a seat.. you should learn to be more cooperative Mr Kurakawa. Listen to what I'm saying and answer when requested and we'll go along just fine." Again the nod to the Opifex to step back a little.

    "I gotta hand it to you, Dave.. oh, mind if I call you Dave?" Rhetorical question so she continued "You really are a gifted programmer. I studied your creation, the program that handles all security measures within the Luxury Appartments on Jobe.. it's flawless, no doubt. So highly encrypted that it'll take ages before I'd be able to step into one without anyone noticing. I bet you got a few aces up your sleeve how to outsmart it, right?" Pax smiled thinly.

    "I don't know nothing." Dave hastily remarked while rubbing his aching legs. The baseball-bat struck again, crushed his left forearm. Dave screamed in agony. His head got pulled back violently and a piece of cloth got stuffed into his mouth then sealed with a strip of duct-tape. Pax stood up and sighed, slowly walked around the table until she reached him. Without saying a word she administered him a dose of painkillers then moved back to her seat.

    "That must've hurt. Let me repeat what I just said. I'm telling you questions - you answer them. You can't just say you don't know nothing and let me hang here Dave. For I know you engineered that program; Don't even think to deny it. Do you deny it?" Dave shook his head, breathed hard through the nose.

    "Excellent, looks like you finally realized that it's wiser and healthier to behave. Do you think you're able to follow the simple rules once that cloth is out of your mouth?" A nodding motion.

    "Alright, let's talk.. but bear in mind that once I sense the slightest little lie in what you're telling me you make a nice trip offworld, if you know what I mean. Ever saw what happens to a nanomage once there's no notum around?" Pax snickered.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  8. #8
    O.O Your an evil person pax.
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  9. #9
    - Personal log – Katelin Phare / August 13th -

    Gray. If I were to select one word that best describes my day, gray would be it. Bland, colorless, tasteful and dull – as if I landed in some bizarre black and white version of the world, all done up in stark contrasts with me roaming around in some hazy blur. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve had more than my fair share of overly colorful experiences, but the calm of the last few days is toeing the line for a strange sense of dread. It probably sounds entirely pessimistic or perhaps a bit bitter, but life for me has always been on the wilder side of intense. Entirely unnerving wondering what wicked thing life is taking a calm deep breath to blow my way.

    Ah well, better enjoy it while I can. Don’t mind if I do.

    I’ve had more time to spend with those that follow me lately, and I’m glad for it. They never stop astounding me. I woke up this morning to multiple thanks and reports for their goings on while I had slept. One went to great lengths to help a total stranger, oddly enough the brother of an upstanding leader, and they sent their thanks and a pledge to return the favor. Then there was the crew that was responsible for the nice note I received from the city of Jobe. Hecklers had gathered at the bottom of the portal ramp and were gnawing on the structure and anyone that dared to try and pass through, so they took it upon themselves to clear a path. No reward in it, likely that no one other than those there would have a clue they had done it, but they gathered up and did it anyway. I couldn’t be more proud of them; I really do have the fortune of leading a good and honorable crew. I care deeply for every last one of them, even though some of what they say and the monkey business they get into leaves me shaking my head and laughing in wonder.

    Much to my amazement, my close encounter of the explosive kind with Pax had a surprising result. We actually… talk. Anyone that knows either of us can attest that we have no trouble finding words to fling at each other, but talking. Stranger things have happened I suppose. Granted I still wouldn’t trust her to guard my back, or even a leet’s back for that matter, but in the history of whatever twisted analogy that is our friendship is things appear to be the most friend-like they have ever been.

    I do have some mild annoyances that need settling still, but some things take time to remedy and patience enough to let the time pass. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately depending on your perspective, I have an over abundance of patience and presently a lot of time on my hands. Some of which I’m spending catching up on my sleep. I don’t care what that doctor claims on those meds she sold me for staying awake - One holy hell of a hang over. yawns Now that I mention it, I should quit yapping and do just that.

    G’night self.

    - End of Entry –

    The stack of blankets in the bedroom was soft and inviting, just waiting to be taken down and cuddled into. Grabbing two favorites and wrapping up like a mummy Kate shuffled her feet along the carpet and down into the lower living room of her apartment. A cup of tea still sat on the table, but had gone tepid more than an hour ago. She grimaced taking a sip forgetting how long ago it had been made, and sat it back on the table for a repeat performance in the morning. Curling into the oval chair on the right, she pulled the blankets high around her neck jet black hair falling over the blank whiteness of the fabric. A quick command to the security and lighting system of the apartment and everything was locked down and steeped in darkness, the small red moon bathing everything in a near purple. Kate reached again for the cup on the table but remembered just as she pressed the edge to her lips and shook her head at her forgetfulness before relaxing into sleep.
    President - Shattered Dreams- Rimor

  10. #10
    Jobe Market, nighttime
    Pax sat on a platform, back leaned at a pillar that illuminated its near surroundings with soft light, her legs dangled over the edge. She peered over to the Plaza - another district of the huge floating city of Jobe - not admiring the sight of the great architecture that seemed to merge partly with barren rock but rather surveyed one Luxury appartment in particular. It was relatively easy to spot as she knew her target was font of plants thus placed quite a few on the balcony. Light poured through the numerous windows that streched from the floor all up to the ceilling, giving the proprietor a breathtaking panoramic view. Pax has been invited there once, to a party, vaguely remembered the nice interior. A frown as she remembered how it all got shot to pieces by the worst scum on the face of Rubi Ka, Dust Brigade troopers. Before it got real messy, she bailed out - left all the other guests alone at the mercy of the terrorists. Pax didn't care a jot over nothing but saving her own skin. Her sight drifted to the blazing stars above, tried to read them - an old habit she couldn't get rid of. This night it was hard for her to interprete them. Mainly because she didn't fully decide yet what she would be doing once inside that appartment. For a couple of minutes she just stared at the small red moon, giggling madly now and then. Finally broke the trance she was in, her focus went back to the appartment. At that very moment the lights inside went out and something inside her mind clicked for the final time, her mind had never been so clear, she knew what she had to do.

    Dressed all in close-fitting black garment, the SMGs loosely holstered at her hips swung rhythmically with every step she took. A firmly fastened backpack contained something that seemed to attract flies even though there was no obnoxious smell comming out of it. Pax walked as if she had all time of the world, down the decending bright lit gangway to Jobe Plaza, past several shops until she reached a courtyard. She was about to finger the ICE-breaker chip out of her pocket when she froze dead in the motion. A quick command muted her comm, redirected every incoming call to a voicebox.

    "There.. we don't want to be disturbed Kate, do we?" Pax glared malevolently at the building, knowing her revenge was almost within her grasp. She approached the front door, a yellowish blinking led surrounded an insignificant slot next to it. Now she unpocketed the highly illegal piece of hardware which looked like an ordinary appartment key. It had cost her a long long time until the programmer literally coughed up all the information she needed to reverse-engineer and alter vital parts of the sourcecode in order to gain access. She inhaled deep and held her breath, inserted the key. The moment of truth whether Dave Kurakawa was going on a journey offworld in a man-sized box or not. A couple of seconds later the blinking led changed, glowed green and the door miraculously slid open. She exhaled and sneaked inside.

    Darkness, she forced herself to linger for a few in the corridor so that her eyes could adapt to it. Her skin was tingling with excitement as she moved on sneaking through the appartment, ears perked for any unusual sound. Of what she could recall from her first and only visit here while back then, she knew where the living room with the adjoining balcony was. But she was looking for the bedroom so she skipped looking there. Most carefully Pax opened a door without making a sound, she found - the bathroom. A pleasant scent of perfume and various herbal soaps filled the air here.

    "Goddamn, this place is so huge you need a friggin map not to get lost. I should live in a place like that" jealousy crawled up in her as she realized her appartment was a rathole compared to this one. She continued her search and had more luck in the next room. Much to her dismay Kate wasn't here - just a stack of blankets. All of a sudden she had the feeling being watched, as if there never was a moment of surprise in her visit. Her hands went down to her guns and her paranoia grew with every breath. Most cautious she proceeded snooping through Fals appartment. Pax heart fluttered madly, her hopes of stalking her in her sleep tonite ebbed with every beat, made room for another emotion - anger. She was about to vent her frustrations on one of the many plants as she noticed something in the lower living room. The red moon that shed its light through all the windows bathed everything in a near purple, the creepy atmosphere sent a chill up her spine.

    There she was, Katelin Phare curled in an oval chair. As soon as Pax spotted her she froze dead in her tracks, not knowing whether Kate was awake and about to let go another of her lethal nukes or not. Her mind was spinning.

    Countless gunshots echoed through the Phare residence. The oval chair turned into a pile of debris, bloodspilled blankets partially covering the remains of Falikos. Pax could tell by the empty accusing stare of her eyes that she was dead. The bullet holes were rubies on her chest, blood glowing on her ivory skin.

    The illusion disappeared as fast as a batting of an eye, it was all quiet in the Phare residence, no gunshots, no blood and no dead Kate. Pax sneaked over and placed the other chair right in front of Kate, all with great precision not to make the slightest sound and sat down. For minutes Pax just sat there watching the blankets she draped around her body rise and fall with every breath she took - she was fast asleep. She almost reached out to rearrange a patch of blanket that seemed to have slid off her shoulder.

    ( To be continued asap.. got a new baby kitten.. soo sweet but a real time-sink. X_x )
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  11. #11
    "God, I wish I could just wake you to see your face all perplex of how I got in. Bet there won't be some snappy remark.." She grinned smugly and continued ".. unfortunately I'll never know. I got something else in mind of what I'm gonna do.. not blowing you away in cold blood. Admittedly, doing just that would satisfy my hunger for revenge but it would also lower me.." Pax smiled thinly as a possible remark from Kate to that last sentence passed her mind. "I know you find that hardly possible - me getting any lower on your moral scale as you probably got me on the very bottom of it already. That's why I bet my right arm you won't suspect me at all being responsible for this intrusion because you're so overconfident I would never pass out such great opportunity to even the score, right?" a brief frown on her face "Or maybe not.. heck, I stopped trying to figure out what's going on under that hank of hair long ago. Just recently I found out the hard way you like to play sick games.. giving half of the population of Mort and me a lil extra tan without asking. Let's see how you react when someone's playing tricks on you.." Kates' eyes rushed around aimlessy behind closed lids, deep REM sleep.

    From a secret pocket on her belt, Pax disclosed a syringe with a lethal dose of poison, she always carry it along as a last resort just in case she got caught and held captive. So far she never was in that situation. Carefully removed the conic plug from the needle her focus went back to Kate.

    Her lids flung open, revealed two burning orbs instead of eyes. Searing heat struck Pax that very moment. The whole living room was bright lit and everything caught fire. Pax saw her pale skin peel, the smell of burnt flesh.

    Silence.

    "This isn't real, snap out of it." Pax thought with her eyes firmly closed "Note to self: Drop by at Omni-Med to get medication for that post traumatic stress disorder"
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  12. #12
    One lonely drop of milky white poison rested on the tip of the needle. Pax slowly leaned over to Kate, moved the syringe closer and closer to her bare, exposed neck. Just inches away her hand started to tremble.

    "Damn you Kate.. only a single thrust and all would be over, but I can't.." with a hasty motion she pulled the syringe back from her neck and spilled the contents into the cup on the table. She was told when intavenously administered the poison surely was a one way ticket to reclaim while when swallowed it merely cause extreme nauseousness. Kate slightly readjusted her position while asleep almost gave Pax a heart attack. Cold sweat ran down her neck as she imagined the embarrassment getting caught like that - armed with an empty syringe. The seconds passed - each one was half an eternity. Frozen solid with every muscle flexed she couldn't help but stare.

    "Get up, M, get UP! And for christ sake get a grip to yourself" a small voice whispered in her head. Pax done as she was told and got up, neatly placed the chair back where it originally stood then sneaked to the other end of the table. One by one she removed the straps that fastened the backpack and reached inside, touching a partly sticky, partly furry object - a severed Beit head. Its wide open eyes stared into the void. For a moment she pondered then rushed into the bedroom to get a few blankets, carefully draped them around the neck stump then placed it all into the oval chair.

    "Well well.. I better not push my luck staying here longer than neccessary. But first.. I got to leave behind some more hints that lead directly to another fellow Dreamer - Loveless." Pax knew there wasn't the best relationship between them, all because of one man, Simehiri. Business partner and advisor on one side - bridegroom on the other. Numerous possibilities to turn them against each other. All she had to do was to prepare the stage.

    Pax quickly wiretapped every room, placed an expendable hologram camera near a bunch of potted plants and uploaded the projector data it needed. A hologram of a plant appeared, big enough to hide in. Not that Pax ever had the intention to hide and wait until Falikos wakes up and see her reaction first hand, no. Merely to give her the impression some agent broke into her appartment.

    After all fake traces were properly laid Pax opened up the balcony door and vanished into the night.
    Last edited by PaxCorpus; Aug 24th, 2004 at 21:22:05.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  13. #13

    Hope im not misunderstanding this upon my return

    Quote Originally Posted by PaxCorpus
    Pax knew there wasn't the best relationship between them, all because of one man, Simehiri. Business partner and advisor on one side - bridegroom on the other.
    Fing silently ponders the info laid before him by an Unknown source, he womders
    aloud " Could this possibly mean That the former Mandy Fingus has done something she shouldnt "
    The thoughts swirl thru his mind " Was I listed as dead ?"
    "Was I betrayed by this woman and this man I once called a friend?"

    He takes a drink from his flask, checks his GA , beemer, 2 Blackbirds , Ammo, and a few other supplies.

    He mutters " Well i guess I'll just have to get to the bottom of this my way"
    As he heads outta Newland he takes the ring off his finger and places it into the breast pocket of his Hacked Steel ribbed armor ......
    He looks around ...Spits on the ground ..." Another great day in the life of a fixer"
    he locks and loads ....and heads out on his new journey .." Damn not even an hour rest since I get back to this damn place".....He enters the grid to start his search

  14. #14

    Through pain and suffering

    The twin suns already touched down on the horizon, throwing large shadows in the surrounding wilderness. The chirping of birds replaced by roaring engines of a pitchblack stiletto that darted past in low altitude. Inside the cockpit, a smiling Pax decided to make an extended detour before she had to ditch her luxurious but stolen ride. The 25 million bucks strong credchip felt good in her pocket - ransom money she received from Naefen for releasing his comatose sister. While she flew around in the middle of nowhere she pondered.

    "Kidnapping... now that sounds harsh, sorta incorrect. I rather looked after her for a while.. made sure no harm was done to the sleeping beauty, well except for the hair.. Nursing people just ain't my playground therefore it costs extra, a whole lot extra. Considering all the obligations you got doing that not to mention all the complications that might occur. Alas, it doesn't make a speck of difference now that the transfer is complete."

    The way it turned out sorta satisfied her. Just even the score with him personally would've been nice, no doubt. But the credits she earned considerably easy like that wasn't too bad either. Pax let her sight wander over the breathtaking interior. One day she'd legally obtain such a remarkable piece of art she was flying with. Very unwillingly she set it on a collision course th the nearest mountain range. A batting of an eye before it scattered in a ball of flames she found herself unharmed in the grid. Next stop - Rome.

    Darkness crawled up in the park area in Rome where the grid terminal was located. Fully geared guards patrolled nearby, giving most of the naive residents a feeling of security. A recent survey proved that the mayority of guards are badly trained - mere cannon fodder once sh*t really hits the fan. In this very moment Pax was glad she was armed and independent. Like someone turned a switch up in the skies rain started pouring down on her. Cursing the weather controls for that event she started to run. Just around the last corner to the entrance of Highrise 4 she clashed together with another Opifex, hitting the pavement into an large puddle of water. The skinny Opifex got up, hastily mumbling apologies before he vanished around the corner. Too tired to send some insults after him Pax just shook her head and entered the foyer. It was deserted except for the reception clerk on his night shift. A familiar face that belonged to a middle aged, overweighted Solitus who nodded and smiled as she came closer.

    "Good evening Mrs. Fingus. Lousy weather outside, hm?" he started the light conversation with the classic weather topic.

    "Could be worse Adam. Like the constant rain in Borealis, them scientists who maintain the weather controls surely wanna drown them neutrals. Say.. something arrived for me while I was away?"

    "Just a moment Mrs. Fingus, I'll check that for you.." Adam swiftly punched a few commands into the terminal, turned the display around so she could enter her PIN on the touchscreen. 4 entries appeared.

    -------------------------------------------------------------

    sender -- type -- delivered by

    CEBAF -- envelope -- RK-Postal Service

    Miiir Fashion -- package -- FTL Courier

    Joshua -- note -- J. Fingus

    The Illuminati -- envelope -- RK-Postal Service

    -------------------------------------------------------------


    Pax couldn't believe her eyes suddenly felt all dizzy barely keeping her composture. Joshua Fingus disappeared 5 months ago without a trace nor word. Unsure of what she'd have done once she face him again, kissing or killing him, her hand poised over the touchscreen; She perceived the marriage ring she wore for almost a year now. Its polished, flawless state faded long ago, on a closer look lots of scratches covered the surface. Just like their partnership, the pink shades were off. She snapped out of her thoughts.

    "Ahem.. Adam, do me a favor and gridwarp everthing into my appartment." she pressed the logout button and the screen went blank, noticed her hand was starting to tremble. Quickly turned around to head for the elevators she felt Adams observant eyes resting on her.

    "Pardon Mrs. Fingus but you're feeling okay? You look a little whiter than usual. In case you're in dire need of medication, don't hesitate to call the room service." Adam politely stated.

    "I'll keep that in mind.. but I guess it's nothing a good nites sleep cannot heal. See you around Adam." Pax threw a last quick tired smile over her shoulder before she entered the express elevator. The doors slid shut and without any prying eyes around she didn't have to hide her anticipation - hammered away on the console. Eyes focused on the display that showed the current floor, steadily rising.

    19, 20, 21
    "C'mon, c'mon.. take me to floor 90. Jesus, I can't remember it always took this long." she tapped her feet impatiently on the floor. Suddenly her comm signalled an incomming message. Pax rummaged through her pockets to find her datapad.

    45, 46, 47
    Finally yanked it out of her backpack, eager to know who was sending emails at such an ungodly time. It was a computer generated message from Miiir Fashion, the blurb in the header only mentioned her shipment she ordered 5 days ago. Once she brought the message on the display her eyes flew over the text trying to figure out what this message was all about w/o reading it from beginning to end.

    61, 62, 63
    "Hmmm... Thank you for your order... blah blah.. oh, this is interesting. Unfortunately we have to inform you that your requested goods are currently out of stock. As soon..." but Pax wasn't paying attention at the rest, more worried over the possible contents of the package that claimed to be from Miiir fashion. Something completely odd was going on, she could sense it.

    87,88
    "Well, I'll find out soon enough."

    DING
    The elevator doors opened up. A part of her just wanted to grid out immediately, still there was the note from her gone-AWOL husband that held her back doing just that.

    "Guess it's nothing, just a mix-up at the courier service." She eased her troubled mind with that cheap explanation and stepped outside into the bright lit corridor. At the end of it was the heavy entrance door to her appartment. With every step toward it her worries faded away. While in motion she fondled the appartment key out of her pockets but accidently dropped it. She kneeled down to pick it off the floor as a huge detonation struck.

    The remains of the metal door to her appartment flew past just inches above her head. Smaller shrapnels pierced right through her while the blast sent her partly tumbling, partly flying down the corridor. Her flight ended at the wall next to the elevator. The highrises sprinkler system kicked in, emergency sirens echoed through the whole floor.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  15. #15
    Pax lay face down on the floor which was soaking wet by water from the sprinklers above. Moaning and groaning she regained consciousness. How long she lay there already she couldn't tell, maybe just a few seconds or several minutes. The alarm sirens sounded distant, barely audible and she was wondering why it was total darkness around her. Panic crawled up inside when she realized she couldn't feel nor move her legs, all felt numb from the chest down. Eager to escape the nightmarish situation she was in and end her misery in one fell swoop her arm went down to her holstered smg but somehow she couldn't grab it.

    She felt faint vibrations on the floor that intensified with every second that passed. Something was coming her way. Her bet was on some sort of reconnaissance/rescue squad and the origin of the vibrations were the numerous heavy boots of them.

    Not the slightest bit relieved over the fact that help was on its way because as soon as she got patched up a whole battery of awful questions about the how and why would follow. But before Pax could ponder more over the possible sentences she had to face her consciousness drifted away.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  16. #16
    "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Squad leader Ricoh barked in his head microphone. His subordinates boltered in first through the staircase door and swarmed in standard formation into the corridors of floor 90. Weapons loaded and ready, they were assigned to neutralize any remaining threat still inside this building. No one of the team really believed there was anything spetactular still waiting for them, yet they were all just following their given orders, and they did it by the book.

    Although the alarm sirens got muted already, the surrounding corridor walls were still bathed in red emergency lights that conjured a creepy atmosphere. Constant military lingo was spoken while they approached an intersection. The closer they got the more dust covered the floors. As they turned into it they saw the whole extend of the damage. At the end of the remaining corridor where once was an entrance to another appartment now was a gaping hole. As if some giant heckler took a chunk of the building they were able to see the adjoining highrise and part of Romes skyline. A cold breeze streamed in from the outside. To the left and right lay pieces of rubble in all sizes.. and Pax.

    "Medic! Check her life signs and find out if she belongs here." One of the team swiftly shouldered her assault rifle and kneeled next to the dust covered lump of bruised meat. Her team mates got her covered, several red dots wandered over the partially scalped head of the yet unidentified opifex. She placed a handheld cell structure scanner on the victims chest. It analyzed the given blood sample and established a link to Omni-Meds mainframe for a possible match in the list of its genetic fingerprint database. Moments passed.

    "Anyone up for a bet that this poor sucker is the proprietor of that ransacked appartment?" one within the team stated.

    "Silence!" Squat leader Ricoh said sharply, anxious for the results of the blood sample. Things would have become more complicated, in terms of more paperwork if that woman would have been a clanner.

    "Confirmed and locked. Mandi Fingus. Member of the Illuminati. Residence located in Rome Green Highrise 4. Her condition is critical." the medics head turned around to face the squad leader for further instructions.

    "Quick, stabilize her condition then take her down to Omni-HQ for further interrogation" Ricoh ordered.

    "She's not going anywhere with you." a voice that oozed with confidence echoed through the corridor from behind them.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

  17. #17

    Hee. So Excited I couldn't wait for your next post, lol

    This was it. It was her. Pax. It was Mandy. No doubt about it. The dna sample he aquired when he 'bumped' into her down on the corner confirmed it. His mind wondered briefly over the thoughts he had been trying to suppress since he had determined he must find her. The duplicity of events of the past year. The anger and confused questions she would soon have. The answers that he wanted. No, Expected. Deceptive loyalties, false friendships, and betrayal was something he would not tolerate. Nor were enemies circling round in the shadows, waiting...

    He shook his head. Should he really confront her? Would it matter? The hours had seemed to pine away endless as he stood soaking in the pouring rain watching, waiting on the corner below, scouting for possible dangers. Traps. He had to be certain it was her.

    And then she was there, rounding the corner... He had tucked his head down and had bumped into her, hard, sending them both splashing into the water puddles on the street. She had not recognized him, nor noticed him pocketing the dna sampling device as they picked themselves up off the wet pavement.

    After he had dashed around the corner, he had sprinted a few blocks over to where he had hidden a yalm in a back alley. Moments later he briefly hovered over the rooftop of Highrise 4, set the autopilot on a course to Avolon, and dropped thru the air from the vehicle onto the roof top below. With a soft hum the yalm veered away, rose higher into the air, and disappeared into the distance.

    "Was it a trap?" The thought flickered across his mind, and he firmly pushed it aside. Of course it was. The real question was whom was to be snared? Thoughts raced in a blur of whom the Judas might be, and he angrily set them aside. A half remembered something tugged at the corners of his mind... something about highrise 4... but he couldn't place it... something he had read in passing or some gossip or rumor he had only half heard? Shaking his head he shoved these thoughts aside as well.

    A smile crossed his lips. The previous evening, while scouting the block, he had noticed that a tenent just below the top floor had left his balcony window open... and he had correctly guessed that this building, as it was not a premier luxuray highrise, would not have roof top alarms and gun turrets. He had hoped he was correct about the other lack of security precautions as well. The ease with which he 'evicted' a certain unfortunate soul the previous evening reassured him about this. If the borgs did not kill the unlucky fellow first, the hapless tenet might eventually find his way across the desert to one of the small outpost north of the Sentials base. Maybe. Needless to say he had been in a state of shock upon waking to find himself bound, gagged, and gridded half way across the planet.

    An explosion erupted out of the side of the building below, nearly knocking him off his feet, causing him to stumble. Regaining his footing, he sprinted across the rooftop. "Sh*t! Mandy!" Quickly darting to the edge of the building he swung over the edge into the open window awaiting him below. He dashed across the apartment to the front door, cautiously made his way down the hallway to the stairwell, and down several flights of stairs to the landing on the 90th floor.

    Fing paused momentairly on the landing in the stairwell, sweat tricklingly lightly down the smooth nudeness of his body which was covered only by a trench coat. The air in the poorly ventilated stairwell was stuffy and humid, congested with dust and smoke, and he was annoyed by the suffocated feeling of the leather trench clinging damp and cold against his skin. There was the sounds of several voices and jostling of boots and armor in the hallway beyond. Omni Pol? Dust Brigades? Mercs? "F**K!" Echoing down the stairwell from high above was the unmistakable sound of engines roaring, screaming as several ships started to land on the smoking highrise. And from below the cadence of barked orders of an untold number of reinforcements dashing up the stairs towards him.

    Exhaling deeply and slowly, his eyes shining and relaxing half closed in concentration, Fing quickly accessed via a neural interface the operational status and readiness of his ncu, GA, SWS, cyberdeck, perk commands, and various other gear. Thanks to the neural interface he could more easily 'hot swap' armor, weapons, and gear. The stale air shimmered and flashed momentairly around him as various nano programs refreshed themselves. Instantly his relaxed posture snapped tuant and was surrounded with a highly energized aura that bled thru the trenchcoat he was wearing.

    "Ggrrr..." The growling sound almost seemed to hiss out of him in frustration. Running the hacked dna hologram for a prolong period of time had strained the neural net. Too dangerous to keep Everything running simultaneously. He had to chose between SWS and GA. Conflicts between swapping back and forth between SWS with Armor and Armor free GA could leave him vunerable. Extremely vunerable. Although it was at best an extremely poor imitation (compared to that of a nanomages net) meant to extend his mental capabilities and control over his gear and nanos, His neural net was highly illegal, very expensive, and too unstable to risk conflicts jaming it and screwing him up. He was damn lucky to have found it for a small fortune, and it was definately a pain in the azz to hack the technology and then bribe a blackmarket Omni Tek surgeon to graft it into his body.

    How bad was it out there? Did they have her cornered? Was it some sort of stand off? Was she hurt? Would it be best to stand ground and fight? That would require SWS and his best armor... Or would pure speed, evasion, and In Your Face Intimidation be best? Fing shook his head with annoyance. All he knew was that he wanted to find Mandy and get the hell out of there. Whatever was going on... he didn't plan on sticking around for long.

    Responding to an almost unconcious thought, his slender appearance shifted and changed as the neural net woven into the very tissues of his body responded to his desire by deactivating the nano summoned sws evade armor that was on stand by and the hacked dna hologram that was masking his natural physique. His image shifted, faded and revealed the heavily muscled atheletic and hardened form of a 30ish something opiflex male.

    Reaching into the trenchcoat pocket he fingered the controls of several hacked grafts. Several protective and damage shields slammed back the air surrounding him as he faded into nothingness and stepped into the hallway.

    ************************************************** **********

    Fing stepped quickly thru the smoke and debris in the direction of Mandy's apartment. Thru the red hazy darkness he saw the heavily armored figures of a squadron of Omni Pol security forces outlined against the gaping hole at the end of the corridor, exposing the interior of the building to the outside world where Pax's apartment had once been.

    "F**K! F**K! F**K!" Fing's mind spun, dizzily, as he took in the scence. It was bad. It was worse than bad. It was a f**cking nightmare. In the distance behind him in the corridors and stairwell the echos boomed louder as an untold number of reinforcements neared. Beyond the gaping hole several Omni Tek ships hovered and circled with massive gun turrets and beams of light hunting for any possible target. And between him and where he was determined to be, where Mandy lay tossed haphazardly amonst the rubble, was at least a dozen Omni Pol hardend regulars. His heart started to race and blood ran ice cold thru his veins. Red laser dots bounced off the smoldering walls about him.

    His eyes settled just beyond where Pax, his Mandy, lay strewn in the ruins of the corridor, burnt, battered and crushed almost beyond recognition... at a spot on the outer edge of the rubbled remaints of the wall which tetered of the edge of nothingness...and a slight smile flittered across his lips as he slowly clenched his jaws and a cold hard determined gleam settled into his eyes and swept like fire thru his entire being.

    "Quick, stabilize her condition then take her down to Omni-HQ for further interrogation" Ricoh ordered.

    "She's not going anywhere with you." a voice that oozed with confidence echoed through the corridor from behind them.

    Instantly his head and chest where dancing with several red laser dots, swirling in tight circles over areas where a squeeze of a trigger would bring him instant death.

    Richo spun towards the sound of the voice, his well trained sqadron instantly taking aim and targeting this new unidentified threat. "FREEZE! RESIST ARREST AND YOU WILL BE EXECUTED! STEP SLOWLY FORWARD WITH YOUR ARMS OUTSTREATCHED AND IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"

    Fing stepped slowly forward while gently, slowly raising his arms, his hand bare and empty. He locked eyes with Richo, and in that moment a great unspoken terribleness passed between them. Richo's face crinkled with a mixture of fear? anger? rage? and in the suddenly slow eternity it took for him to scream "FIRE!!!" Fings chillingly calm voice echo'd with a clairty, a certainty, that assulted the very nerve and souls of the troops before him.

    "I Am Your Death!"

    ************************************************** *********

    And in that split second, that infinite moment before the very fabric of Rubi Ka seemed to be ripped apart and the arrival of the hells of Armageden seemed to be unleashed in the ruined corridor outside Pax's apartment, a very unusual thing went unnoticed. A portable Cyborg Service Tower materialized, haphazardly, on the crumbling ruins of what was once the outer wall at the end of the corridor. And as the moment of its arrival passed, and the fires of hell erupted, several things happened simultaneously...

    ************************************************** ***********

    "I Am Your Death!" A blue flash exploded and engulfed Fing. The trench coat he was wearing was instantly torn, ripped, shredded and flung violently from his body as it was instantly replaced with a blue plasmic aura that seemed to burn from within the depths of his skin. The very air instantly imploded where he stood and a sonic boom roared off the decimated walls and echo'd thru the corridor and into the gaping void beyond. In less than the blink of an eye several yellow flashes erupted as he que himself up on speed stims.

    "Fire!!!" screamed Richo. The sounds and explosions of semi automatic and full auto fire leap throughout the corridor as a terrible whining and meeping sound erupted in the air behind Richo as the Borg tower materilized. He staggered as the sudden force of a massive shield slammed past him and protectively engulfed Fing. The sheer volume of fire was unleased was terrorfying. Parts of the walls, ceiling, and floor, started to crumble around the bluish warped ball of air and light that zigged and zagged in a tight circle towards where Pax lay.

    The tower let loose a continous stream of fire, targeting the sqadron of Omni Pol in a chaotically maddening rapid revolving fire, rotating each target in turn within split seconds, burning and scorching their highly polished armor, occasionally hitting the exposed flesh of their skin.

    Squad leader Ricoh, momentairly confused, spun to attack this new threat, and screamed in pain as the tower blasted him in the face with two shots, ripping and scorching the flesh from his check to his jaw and blasting the bottom half of his left ear off. A few of the soldiers spun around, startled by the screams of their leader and the onslaught of fire, and started engaging the tower.

    A greenish light leaped forward from Fing, engulfing the sqadron, snaring them, slowing their aim. Fing stumbled, crashed into a wall, pain exploding thru out his body and mind as several bullets ripped into his right shoulder, arm, and thigh. Redish white light flashed around him and the pain died away as the meds took effect.

    The medic standing over Pax dived for her weapon. She was engulfed with a greenish reddish light as Fing rooted her. Waves of reddish nano clouds errupted and washed over Pax as he tried to insta cast Hots to save her. He dodged past the three Omni Pol nearest him, whipped out the blackbirds from their holsters, and burst two others directly in the face plates of their armoured helmets, sending them staggering and dazed to either side. Fing screamed in agony as he was racked by Dots the medic landed on him. Suddenly it was as if the universe erupted around him as a nanomage emerging from the stairwell behind him let loose with a nuke. Serverly injuried, he almost crumbled into a heap. "ARRGGGHHH!!!!!"

    Another burst of redish white light erupted from Fing as he tired to use another firstaid kit on himself. His mind whirled and spun, every cell in his being screamed with pain from the burnt ruins of his flesh. Stumbling he crashed onto the floor as he dropped the blackbirds. He was about to die. He knew it. And with him, Pax would die too. Somehow, with that realization, he found the strength? love? anger? hatred? some mix of emotion with which he dragged himself back to his feet. Somehow he manged to trigger his perk evades and stumbe the last few feet towards Pax.

    The eruptions of gunfire esculated in waves to a mind numbing level. Several nukes exploded off the walls. Vaguely he was aware that somehow they had missed him. Barely. Just beyond him the borg tower sent up a shrik and started to billow smoke. It wouldn't last much longer. He had to get to Pax before it blew out or there would be no hope. "Tower Guard Me" he screamed as he streched forth his hand, casting a HOT on the Tower.



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  18. #18
    They were going to die. Even if he managed to grid them out in time, they were still going to die. And Omni would be decending upon every known rezz point on Rubi Ka and in Shadowlands with security troops in mass to hunt them down. Sh*t like this they don't forgive. Sh*t like this they don't tolerate from Omni tech employees. Sh*t like this gets you permanently eradicated.

    In the corridor behind him the air started to hum and crackle with a horrible sound. The very air seem to weep, to bleed, as raw notum energy summoned from the very essence of the world materialized in a dazzling sparking wind that flew thru the air past him, massing, circling into a powerful vortex whipping around the nearest nanomage. A frightened voice screamed "PREPARE TO TAKE COVER!" A feeling of dread filled his soul as he glanced behind him. Countless troops were pouring into the corridor, dashing for whatever shelter in the rubble was to be had as they joined in the fray. Demons and Slayer bots materialized in the flashing and red hued darkness. Within moments they would be upon him. And sheltered amongst them there were no less than three nanomages stooped over in the ruins of the corridor, each furiously summoning, each within a hairs breath of casting, of unleashing certain death.

    In a moment of fear, panic, and desperation... he summoned the strength to grab hold of his beamer, pointed it at the medic still rooted beside Pax, and fired point blank. The medic twitched and gasped as part of one of her lungs exploded out of her back. Half grabbing, half lungeing, Fing grabbed ahold of the medic and collasped in a heap ontop of Pax.

    Less than a split second after he gridded, the spot where he lay imploded, exploded, and then erupted from the combined effects of Starfall, CandyCane, and GSD the nanomages unleased.

    ************************************************** ***************
    A hoard of some half dozen or so Demons and Slayers charged towards Fing just as the nanomages unleashed their most powerful nano spells. In a blinding flash, an unimaginable firestorm from the very depths of hell materialized, and the resulting explosion shock the building to its very foundations. Huge chunks of the surrounding structure, weakend by the earlier blast of the bomb, gave way in a thunderous rush of debris and dust towards the streets far below.

    "CEASE FIRE AND REPORT!!!!"

    Squad leader Ricoh was pissed. He was beyond pissed. Super Pissed. He was Really Really Pissed Off!

    "I said CEASE FIRE AND REPORT, GOD DAMIT!" A few moments passed as the troops reorganized themselves.

    "Sir, 1 MIA presummed dead, 7 wounded 3 severely, 4 KIA by friendly fire, 1 unmanned yalm seen leaving the area shot down, 1 Borg tower destroyed, 2 escaped suspects, Sir!"

    "How many of our troops were killed by hostile fire!?!" There was a brief awkward silence before any dared to answer his inquiry.

    "Sir, with exception to the presummed dead MIA, None Sir!"

    Squad leader Ricoh was REALLY F**KING PISSED OFF. His mind reeled at the implications. An entire squadron of his troops had been effectively out manuvered, effectively disabled, and taken out of operational commision by Friendly Fire while trying to engage an all but untouchable, unidentified, and unmistakeably superbly skilled master Fixer.

    Ricoh allowed himself to reflect on the engagement. How long had it lasted? 20 seconds? 30? Slightly more? Less? Blurred images of a blinding blue form dancing, weaving amongst his troops haunted him. A laugh? Did he hear him laughing? Shuddering, he forced the images from his mind. Surely no Fixer could be that good. And yet here he stood trying to reconcile the facts. After a moment of calming himself, he forced himself to analyze the events. The unknown fixer couldn't have escaped without injury. He had to act. He had to act quickly. Otherwise if would be his Azz that was grass and his career would be over.

    "Sweep this Area and Sweep it NOW! I want Dust. I want DNA. I want to know who that bitch was. And I want to know who the F**K that God Damn Fixer was and I want his head handed to me on a Stake! Lock down every port, whompa, and grid. Notifiy security in every city and every zone to be on the look out for a severely wounded fixer and some gimp bitch! And for god sake make sure you station security at every clinic and medstation that can be found. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?!"

    "Sir! Yes Sir!" the chorious of troops screamed in unision.

    ************************************************** ***************

    "F**K! F**K! F**K!" Fing swored repeatedly. He was in agony, barely clinging to life as a last remaining Dot still ran down second by second in his ncu, dragging the unconcious bodies of Pax and the Medic thru the grid. "F**K!"

    He didn't even know if Pax was alive. He wasn't sure he was going to make it to where ever in the hell he thought he was going. And if the medic was dead then there was no hope at all. "Think god damit! Think!"

    "Harrys. Somewhere a little to the north and far? how far? to the west... a cave. It was remote. It should be unused. But f**k! wasn't there more than one cave in that area? And one of them a dungeon for some very nasty critters? But I know there is a small one. A empty one. Damit! Why the f**k did I send the yalm to Avolon?"

    ************************************************** *************

    Somehow he had gotten them out of the grid, past Harrys place, and to the cave. He had gently laid Pax out on the cave floor as best as he could. She was hurt bad. Really Bad. And there was nothing he could do for her to save her. His limited meds and hots would only keep her alive, barely, for a while, maybe several hours longer.

    He had placed some makeshift bandages on his right thigh and arm. He would have to have the bullets dug out within a day or two or risk dying of lead poisioning. One bullet had passed completely thru his shoulder and he had lost a lot of blood. But ironically the burns from the nuke had seared the wound and it had stopped bleeding. The burns however, where a different story. The stims and the pain killers were keeping the pain at bay... but it would only be a matter of time before he started going shocky. Then all bets were off.

    The medic lay in a pile on the ground where he dumped her. He crossed back over to her and started rumaging thru her packs and gear. "F**K! When she comes to, weapons or not, shes gonna dot me to death."

    Fing stared at her quietly a moment. "What the Hell". Making sure the beamer was fully loaded and ready to rock n roll, he cast a hot on her and hit her with a stim.

    ************************************************** *********

    A short while later when the medic came too, hacking and coughing blood, gasping for air, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a beamer 2 inches from her forehead.

    "Listen, Bitch! Dont even think about it!" Fing warned in a forceful savage voice. The words rang off the walls of the cave in a cold, harsh echo. He leaned forward and peered mercilessly into the medics eyes. "You cast a dot, you die. Permenately." It was a dangerous bluff. But the medic seemed young and frightened enough to believe it. "Blink both of your eyes if you understand me."
    Coughing blood and still gasping, the medic nodded her head as she tired to blink her eyes.

    "This is what is going to happen. You are going to do your best to heal her," he said pointing with his injuried arm at Pax. "Then you are going to do your best to heal me. Then she and I leave and you do whatever the hell you want to do. Got it?"

    ***Note: edited for content and readability***

    hee hee... now i'll wait for more. I love yall story line, if you can't tell. please post more!
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    Inside the grand meeting hall of the Disciples of Omni-Tek even the slightest sound carried long and were strenghtened by the genius shape of the hall. The only sound in it now were raffling of papers.
    Naefen sat casually in one of the huge chairs, resting hes legs in another. He read reports witch, to him, seemed to take up more and more of hes time these days. The Disciples were active and involved in operations in every corner of Rubi-Ka and in the Shadowlands. With the new Alien threat that had arrived reports of fighting came in a steady stream.

    The report Naefen read had nothing to do with any of that though.

    Squad leader Rioch had been the commanding officer in a clean-up/rescue team after a huge explosion inside a residental building and what he had to report were interesting indeed. Naefens lip curved slightly to hes eyes while reading through it. The only reason because he knew someone who lived in that building.

    "So Pax.... It seems like it has begun. Im sure a woman of your particular caliber have hundreds of people who would love to blow you away like that. I would really like to know........ Doesnt matter anymore. Ive done my part." -Naefen thought to himself while lighting up the report.
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    "One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end."
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    Amelia Connor looked down the barrel of the beamer, evaluating her chances for a blink of an eye. The threat he tossed at her still echoed in her ears. For a moment she was scared but quickly regained her self-esteem, bursted out laughing feisty.

    "What's so f**king funny?" Fingahz asked with an annoyed undertone. His finger trembled eagerly on the trigger.

    "You are! You're bluffing - killing me would take away the only chance of her survival and we both know that. So spare me with your baseless threats, filthy fixer. Be thankful I'm bound to the Hippocratic oath and got no alternative than to aid scum like you lot. So what's it gonna be hotshot? You gonna waving your piece at me forever or assist me to keep her alive?" Amelia now looked straight into the fixers eyes, confident she just witnessed a moment of utter despair. Then, slowly, placed her hand on the barrel gently pulling it down so it pointed to the ground instead pointing right in her face. "Glad we sorted that issue out. Now, time's a factor here so you gather all medkits together while I examine her."


    Meanwhile at Highrise 4, Rome Green
    The elevator doors opened, revealing a totally demolished 90th floor; Bulletholes and scorched areas in abundance in the walls and ceilling, countless rounds of spent ammo strewn all over the floor. Genom grimaced with disgust at such chaos, wishing he could go back to his lab as it was a sterile area where everything had its appropriate place. Like in a bee-hive several teams were trying to find evidence of what caused the explosion and reveal the identity of the GA wearing fixer. Genom and two of his colleagues all dressed in notum spangled Omni-Med coats stepped outside and peered around to spot the person in charge here. Further down the corridor stood a man who was shouting and gesticulating hectically at a battered bunch that seemed to be his subordinates. Most obviously he was venting his frustrations on them. They approached him.

    "Lieutenant Ricoh"

    He turned to face who adressed him. Genom greeted him with a barely noticable nod.

    "Who the hell are you? In case you didn't realize there is an investigation in progress. So you better give me a good reason why you're here." Ricoh barked.

    "Name's Dr Ashpool, CEBAF. We're here to take Mrs Fingus into our custody. I take it you were able to apprehend the suspect. Take us to her." he said while flashing his CEBAF badge at Ricoh. His eyes widened for a split second.

    "Since when do you shrinks leave your labs and interfere in affairs you don't understand? Don't you have lunatics to lobotomize?" Ricoh and his flunkies chuckled. Unaffected by his snappy remark Genom smiled thinly.

    "Shrink is short and derogatory for psychotherapist. I do not appreciate being called like that - you will address me in a properly courteous tone Lt. Ricoh, understand? Furthermore I'm not obliged to give you a reason why I'm here but since you asked, we, my colleagues and I, were sent here to take a closer look at Mrs Fingus' current condition. Her file miraculously found its way on my desk and I wasn't pleased from what I read. Odd coincidence, hmmm? So pretty please, with sugar on top, lead us to her."

    A slender frame rushed outside a door to another appartment which got remodelled into a makeshift surveillance OP and towards both parties, mumbled apologies for interrupting towards them scientists then whispered towards Ricoh. "Sir, the grid trace is complete. The suspects took the grid exit to Lush Hills. The video footage we retrieved from surveillance cams there confirmed it. They headed westwards"

    "THEY'RE STILL AT LARGE? Lt. Ricoh, you better fill me in on the situation before I personally sign the papers that'll permanently revoke your leadership status." Genom snarled.
    Servatis a periculum - servatis a maleficum

    And the world spins by with everybody moaning, p***ing, b****ing and everyone is sh***ing
    On their friends, On their love, On their oaths, On their honor, On their graves,
    Out their mouths and their words say nothing

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