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  1. #61
    Last's datapad sprang to life. "This doesn't look good," he muttered to himself.

    His fingers flew across the datapad.

    Tracer detected....Spiking...

    Counterhack initiated...

    Division Unknown

    Corporate Identification: Charlie Victor Oscar Four Two Five Seven Zebra.

    Name: Arnold Pulver

    Rank Held: Major

    Datalock confirmed. Downloading virus RAGE 2.0

    Parameters:

    Objective 1: Protect Mandi "Paxcorpus" Fingus

    Objective 2: Eliminate hostile forces.

    Objective 3: Follow all commands that do not conflict with objective 1 or 2.

    Duration: Upon completion of objectives 1 and 2, virus will remove all information and copies of itself.

    Task Launch....

    Data transferred successfully...

    Program initiated...

    Releasing Datalock...

    Releasing network connection...

    Running anti-virus....

    ...

    ...

    Virus detected and destroyed, system is clean...

    "Hope she likes her new bodyguard. I know I already do."
    Gee...another expansion that I'm not interested in...maybe it's a hint? O.o


    Eeky: Cz how much beer would I have to provide to you, to have you water balloon the people responsible for last patch?

    Cz: I would never consider such a horrible proposal! (I'll have my people contact your people.)

  2. #62
    Neuters'r'us

    The dance and lounge area was all messed up. The walls always showed signs of neglect but now this place was a Beer'n'Booze lookalike.

    "Seems like we're done here. About time, I'm running low on ammo. Gamma team report! Our target showed up yet or does the terminal having a hard time sorting all the bits and pieces out?" he cracked a joke into his comm, confident that they just have acccomplished their task. The others chuckled.

    "Negative, sir. Target did not show up and there's no indication this terminal is processing data in any way." was the brief response.

    'Impossible! I saw limbs flying 'round not to mention the amount of blood splattered on the walls.' A picture of a gasping and dying Opifex with blown off legs who's trying to prevent her guts from toppling out the ripped open abdomen emblazoned in his mind.

    "You two. Advance and finish it. I want this case closed. Now Move! Move! Move!" he shouted sternly, the triumphant mood he was in a few moments earlier was gone at an instant.

    Without hesitation the two commandos marched forward across the room, their rays of lights fixed on what was left of the counter. Behind it was a scattered corpse lying in a large puddle of blood. It was a gory sight, at least to those not used to Rubi Ka's everyday carnage.

    "Sir, this isn't our target. This one is.. was Solitus and according to his outfit it was the bartender." one of them shouted back without taking his eyes off it.

    "Ops! Are there any ventilation shafts... ack" the commando stopped in the middle of the sentence as, seemingly out of nowhere, a combat knife pierced through the Metaplast-armor helmet from above, dug deep into the commandos skull. Pax landed on her feet right behind him, instinctively knelt to absorb the fall from the ceilling. A batting of an eye later she got up, grabbed the commando for cover while unholstering one of her smgs, all in one fluid motion.

    "Don't bother control, he'll never hear the answer!" she yelled while shooting. The gun mounted flashlights were excellent targets for Pax to shoot at, she just aimed a little higher and squeezed the trigger. The few bullets that found their way in her direction hit into the dead commando.

    Two more went down before Pax ran out of ammo. Their weapons clattered to the ground, faintly illuminated the room with their still lit flashlights. Without a free hand to insert a fresh clip she let go of her cover and started to sprint, chased by a rain of bullets that impacted in the walls she passed. Fortunately it didn't take long until Pax heard the familiar clicking sound produced by a hammer repeatedly slamming into an empty chamber. Pax glanced over her shoulder, saw that commandos flashlight pointing at the ceilling as he was about to reload, she rolled over and unholstered her other smg, fired a warning shot his way.

    "OI! Stop right there unless you want me to gun you down like an ailing pet!" she shouted "Cooperate and I'll grant you a sporting chance to try and kill me. That's what you and your goons were originally here for, right? No need to answer.. it's a rhetorical question. Which brings me to the conclusion there's more of your kind waiting at the terminal to seize me, correct?" Pax asked while she slowly made her way to the commando, the one she stabbed in the head, to get her combat knife back. Her opponent remained silent.

    "You're smarter than I thought for a grunt for not answering to my second rhetorical question. So who got such interest in me, can you tell? Do you even know? Omni Reform? CEBAF maybe? ... Alas, this is such a complete waste of time so let us skip to the fun part, shall we? I'm going to holster my gun. All I got is this knife.. there's a distance of.. say 15 meters between us. On three I'm going to charge you no matter what. Should you really be able to reload in time and furthermore riddling me with holes you may call yourself a plucky hero."

    "One... two.." Pax darted forward. While in motion she heard a locking and loading. The spotlight zoomed from the ceilling to the area in front of him but there was nothing. A faint clinking sound was heard right at his feet. Looking down he saw safety pins that are usually attached to grenades. The commandos body got torn into countless pieces as the detonations went off.

    "Three" Pax said as she walked down the coridor heading to the exit.
    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. #63
    Meanwhile, more trouble is brewing...

    Stay Tuned! An action packed sequence with a few surprising turns and twist is coming!





    WOOT great job on your story. Very Intertaining Reading!!!

    Last edited by fixerspy; Apr 16th, 2006 at 21:21:48.
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  4. #64
    (Assuming F'spy let Pax survive their endeavors. )

    Deep Artery Valley
    Ricoh stared in disbelief at half a dozen monitors that showed nothing but a dead channel. For minutes he tried to re-establish contact with the commandos and the shuttle pilots but to no avail. Of what he witnessed on the video feeds every commando involuntarily broadcasted via their modified eye implants left no doubt of a simple malfunction but the solid fact that they were long gone, KIA.

    Nervously he fingered another smoke out of his pockets and squirmed on his seat as if to somehow delay the inevitable - report in on his superior on the utter failure of the whole operation. Not only the whole squad got wiped out but also the transport shuttle got hijacked and vanished from the radar somewhere in an uncharted area.

    With a trembling hand Ricoh opened a channel on the intercomm instantly heard the eery sounds in the background produced by all them machines his superior was hooked up on.

    "Sir, We lost contact with the entire squad and it appears our subject hijacked the transport shuttle as well and disappeared.." he blurted out.

    "Good." the synthetic voice came over comm. Ricoh couldn't believe his ears.

    "Sir?"

    "You heard me. Sure, I could elaborate the reasons why I only sent six instead of sixty commandos but I doubt a SOP-worshipping, fact-loving soldier type like you would ever understand. The squad and the shuttle were just bait. I even transmitted the coords of this facility into the shuttles flight logs for her to find us. A trail of bread crumbs."

    "Sir, how can you be so sure she'll show up? And more important - how you know she'll be coming alone?"

    "Think of it as a game of chess. Every move she makes I already anticipated three moves earlier - all you need is a detailed psychological profile."
    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

  5. #65
    Meetmedere
    It was already dusk in Meetmedere. The temperatures were falling yet a warm breeze occasionally swept over from the Newland Desert located in the south. The Chirops and Reets stopped croaking at the time both suns vanished behind the horizon and besides the far distant howls from Grimwolves this place looked peaceful.

    It surely wasn't in the long gone past when Meetmedere was sort of an arena where hotshots from both factions prowled around always looking for a fight. Them building walls were often blood-spilled and so were the streets. Gunshots and screams echoed through the alleys most of the time. There never really was a moment when the nearby located cell structure scanner remained idle - continuously spat out the bodies of the unfortunate souls who made a wrong move. If you were looking for trouble or an adrenaline rush - Meetmedere was the place to be.

    Today, with portals leading to other dimensions and Notum Fields to fight over, Meetmedere would have turned into one of many abandoned villages, another insignificant spot on the face of Rubi Ka but fortunately Uncle Bazzit just recently opened up a business there dealing with all kinds of extra-terrestrial gizmos.

    A massive bolt of lightning struck down the clear skies illuminated Meetmedere and its surroundings for the fraction of a second. The thunder it produced lasted longer rolled over the land in every direction. On the scorched and smouldering ground where the lightning struck was now an Opifex, coughing and retching from the turbulent ride. Dazzled and confused she got up and staggered around in the darkness trying to sort out what happened.

    Flashback (since F'spy is apparently too busy w/ RL)
    Pax, together with Fixerspy and her Atrox friend Meat crash-landed in an uncharted area that was swarming with aliens. For days they have been stuck in there. Out of scraps they managed to build a makeshift gridwarp terminal which worked fine - in theory. Using it without proper testing was likely a modern form of Russian roulette. Being scrambled into digital form and transferred into grid was common and safe - but scrambled and getting shot into orbit not knowing whether that signal getting bounced back to surface or lost in space was not. There wasn't the time nor the right equipment for extensive testing and there were countless reasons not playing the guinea pig on that contraption but Pax was desperate. One day, during her shift to stand guard Pax snuck away, quickly retrieved the coords from the flightlogs, the only thing she originally was after.

    Meetmedere
    Realizing she made it back in one piece to more civilized parts on Rubi Ka she fell to her knees and sent a silent prayer skywards. For a moment she pondered whether she sealed Fixerspys and Meats fate by using the gridwarp terminal first and without letting them know but dropped the thought at an instant.

    "I can't believe you did that craziness. Why the frack you didn't you let them clams try first? That dumb Trox for instance.." a nuisance reported back after days of absence.

    "And prolly pass up the only chance leaving the damn place? No way, M. It was them getting me into the whole gorramn mess, remember? So it was my privilege to try first, despite the risks involved. I'm not sorry for them."

    "Who are you trying to kid, Pax? Do I sense remorse leaving them behind? I'm sure a Neutral wouldn't have left them clams stranded the way you did. You're not the Neutral you pretend to be."

    "This isn't about sides, no, not at all. Doesn't matter whether you're Neutral or Omni - It's about seizing an opportunity when you get the chance to. There are many fine ways to die here on Rubi Ka but I wasn't the slightest bit inclined to wait until they have chosen mine."

    "So you confess you hold a grudge against Clanners?"

    "Flashing the OT badge with all them merits clearly identifies me as a corporate drone to them. Might have given them enough reason to act funny. And now shut it, M. I gotta find out where the heck we are."

    Not knowing in which region on Rubi Ka Pax actually was she cautiously made her way towards the center of the village - silently cursing herself for leaving most of her belongings behind in the god forsaken place - she already begun missing her pair of Blackbirds.

    Squinting around the corner to get an overview Pax relaxed at the time she spotted 'Uncle Bazzit's Workshop'.

    "Almost home..."
    Last edited by PaxCorpus; Jun 26th, 2006 at 15:01:32.
    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. #66
    Meetmedere
    For an hour Pax lingered in the darkness, occasionally watched people on foot entering and leaving Uncle Bazzit's Workshop.

    "What are you waiting for? The grid terminal is just over there in case you forgot."

    "Amateur.. I'm not fond of getting backtraced and welcomed by more commandos once I'm at the grid exit. And I'm way too tired to walk all the way through the desert to get to Newland. I need a ride, something to eat, a bath and a week of sleep, heck make that two." Pax muttered.

    Another half an hour passed when suddenly the familiar roaring of powerful Ganimedes Flux engines broke the silence. A huge Yalmaha Adaga landed right in front of the Workshop and a massive Atrox climbed out the cockpit. Pax felt the tension within her rise with every heartbeat. The plan was to get into the cockpit before the locking mechanism kicked in. Nervously she cracked her knuckles.

    The Atrox headed inside and the cockpit lid descended.. Pax dashed forward, focused on the gap. Almost at the plane she dived forward, slid over the vehicles nose and collided into the cockpit seat. With a hydraulic hiss the lid sealed itself.

    "So much for plan A.. now to hotwire the darn thing." swiftly Pax produced a hacking tool out her pocket and hooked it up to the Yalms computer to probe it. Seconds passed.

    "Come on, come on.. grant me access already." Pax snarled.

    "What takes you so gorramn long.. we're going to have a roughly 400 pound heavy problem if you don't hurry up."

    In that very second the hulking Atrox exited Bazzit's Workshop, confused at first to see movement within its own Yalm. Quickly Pax jammed the Yalms locking mechanism and continued the hotwire procedure.

    A quiet "OI!" and other profanities sounded through the almost sound proof cockpit, figures it must have been ear shattering on the outside. The Atrox dropped its shopping bags and flexed its bulging muscles and it appeared the whole body increased in size. Effortlessly it tried to pry open the cockpit lid but with no gap or handle to use brute force on it was hopeless.

    "Awww.. great. That raging mad test-tube brute's gonna rip our head off and sh*t down our neck if you don't get a move on Pax." Finally the engines roared to life. "Little rusty, eh?"

    Standing right in front the Yalm the Atrox now wielded a huge hammer about to unleash destruction to its own property and the unwanted guests inside.

    "The reason why it took so long was that I never hotwired an Adaga"

    "PEDAL TO THE METAL GORRAMN IT!"

    Pax released the brakes and the Yalm blasted forward, slamming into the Atrox's stomach. The force struck the Atrox so hard it lost its grip on the hammer, clashing down it cracked the windshield of the cockpit. The shopping booths that stood in line all slammed into the Atrox back as the Yalm pushed the hulking brute like a leet doll all over the place. Firing the reverse thrusters the Yalm abruptly came to a halt and the Atrox flew and tumbled on.

    Finally, without the overload on the front end the Yalm gained altitude and velocity. Next stop, Borealis.
    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. #67
    Arriving up above Borealis something felt completely out of place. From the distance the silhouette of a Goliath-Class Juggernaut towered next to the Whompahs and right in front of it a large crowd of people congregated. From this height they more looked like ants or tiny dots. Within were larger black dots rushing through the crowd which then dashed away into every direction.

    "Hmmm... OT in Borealis? That can't be right.. what the heck did I miss while out in the sticks?" with a few buttons pressed the Yalm switched into hover mode, suspended in mid air. "Activate cam." A live feed appeared across the windshield, partly distorted due to the cracks caused by the Atrox she dealt with earlier on. "Magnify."

    Theblack dot grew bigger and bigger and finally Pax began to realize what it was, a Unicorn specialist gunning down hapless clanners that came in through the Whompahs and protestants that dared to assault that hulking killing machine. All of a sudden it stopped scanning the crowd and instead looked right up - it knew she was there, watching. Pax heart missed a beat. The Yalms proximity alert went off and bathed the whole cockpit in red lights. The live feed vanished, replaced by a radar. Something from the surface was on collision course.

    "What the hell?!?!" Pax slammed the Yalm back in fly mode and darted down towards the threat. Moments before impact she yanked hard at the steering and the Yalm performed a sharp turn past the heat-seeking missles. Several G's pressed her into the cockpit seat.

    "Any idea why they try to blast us out of the skies, M?"
    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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