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| Force Of Nothing: Purpose Once More; Personal Saga | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 21 2012, 08:56 AM (465 Views) | |
| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 08:56 AM Post #1 |
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The barrel of the blaster pressed to his skull made him think of that day so long ago, and of the only person he has ever considered a mother. He had killed what he presumed to be the leader of the mining freighter and then forcibly boarded it. Now instead of battling his way to the bridge like he had imagined he was on his knees trying to catch his breath. The only problem with that was the fact that every time he took a breath it felt like his entire ribcage was shifting around like a bag full of gravel. With nostalgia floating in his brain, no idea of the situation beyond what he could feel against his scalp and hardly any energy left…Osiris thought himself to be pretty well shit out of luck. “I assssked you a quesssstion!” the voice had an odd slithery sound to it Osiris had not noticed before. The half breed raised his finger signaling for a moment of pause politely. A streak of amusement ran through him suddenly almost causing a fit of laughter. Not only was he fairly sure he was going to kill these fools as soon as he had the strength back to accelerate his body into a speed teleport, but it seemed like they actually were going to wait for him to catch his breath so he could do it. It tickled the half demon that he may just be about to kill the most polite group of thieves and mercenaries he had ever met. It seemed almost a shame. If they had some minor manners, maybe they could be trained to do other things a civilized person would do. Although Osiris wasn’t exactly sure what all an actually civilized person did. He had only picked up some basic manners while staying with Kenel and her father. That last thought, of time spent on Cauldron, drained away any amusement the odd situation had spawned. Still, maybe murder wasn’t the only way to make the situation bearable. After all, maybe a crew would help with getting him up, running, and moving the right direction…whatever that might be. Finally he could almost breathe normally. At any rate, well enough to speak clearly. With a grunt of effort Osiris leveraged himself up pushing up like he was coming out of a lunge. The half demon did not realize it himself just then but his visage was more dreadful than even some of his own dark fantasies. Fasting for so long had left his face gaunt which cast deep shadows around his features. The sudden drop in air pressure had burst numerous blood vessels in his ears, nose, and especially his eyes. The dark amethyst eyes were not surrounded by white but the deep red of his blood. The two effects combined gave a very vampiric look to the youth. His eyes scanned the five faces in front of him, each one much different than his own. They all had long skulls and rounded lizard-like features. It was not the first time Osiris had heard about this group of people’s being in the employ of the Planet Trade Organization. None of that mattered though. A small dangerous smirk twisted the half breed’s lips. Very slowly he extended his left hand out in a greeting fashion and drew energy into a glowing sphere that rested in his right hand. “You ask me why I am on your ship. The answer is simple; I come bearing gifts.” Every weapon the five men could get a hold of was firmly grasped and pointing straight at the half demon. The creature that had spoke before did again, seemingly acting as the leader. “Don’t play gamesss. You are lucky we hass not already sssslain you.” The smile went away and Osiris’ face settled into a cold stare. “What would happen to you if you went back to your home world without your master? You would be interrogated, tortured, and made an example of by the Cold family. Considering the amount of Keliouxian forces in this area I would bet this mission was already bared or frowned upon. To go back damaged and leaderless would be blind stupidity. So as I said before, I come bearing gifts.” The youth could see it now. He had their attention, and he wouldn’t let any dissenting voices cut him short. “In one hand I offer you life, leadership, and a cause to fight for. In the other hand I offer you a swift, painless death. Both things that you will not find back on whatever godforsaken planet your last captain pulled you off of. So, is the old banner really worth dying for, or do you want to commit yourself to something real?” WC:791 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 08:57 AM Post #2 |
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The smooth appearance of the lizard type aliens started to be disturbed as their scales stood on end. Osiris couldn’t read their expressions though. Most of them had masks on, and even those that didn’t their face’s were too unfamiliar to understand. The only that was for sure is the air was thick with tension. The half demon wasn’t sure how strong anyone of the goons were, but he could feel his power slowly creeping back even if it wasn’t anywhere close to how much it was before. The sound of a blaster charging cut through the silence. With it came the voice of the leader once again, “I thinks you are bluffingsss.” As the words escaped his scaly lips every other blaster charged. It seemed they had come to an agreement, and it was not in Osiris’ favor. The half demon bared his teeth and growled in frustration. He had given everyone a peaceful way out, and yet they insisted on being swept away into the void of death to add to the endless screaming. I will make their deaths mean something even if they refuse to see it. “Make peace with your god then,” he spoke through his teeth like some feral beast. “FIRE!” the alien screamed the order like he was proud of his new found authority. Half dozen yellow orbs let loose towards the half demon. In just that instant a funny thought crossed through his mind that made him sad and amused all at the same time. These fools aren’t worried about breaching the hull of the ship. They are either stupid or know they aren’t strong enough to accomplish such a feat. Either way, they are dead men. The orb of energy in the half breed’s hand suddenly expanded to envelop its master’s body. In a split second what looked to be an attack had taken its true form as a protective shield of repulsive energy. The yellow blasts slammed into the barrier and exploded filling the corridor with thick smoke. The sounds of panicked footsteps were everywhere as men yelled and called out to one another trying to fall back to a clear area. All they managed to do was to keep firing while stumbling over one another. Without a real leader they were just an unorganized mob. When no retaliation seemed to be coming one of the aliens finally took a breath and stopped the mad firing. He stood there and tried to listen for any signs of a struggle, but there were none. He called out in a cautious tone for the others to stop and let the smoke clear. As the ventilation kicked in and the air filters busily got to work the smoke thinned revealing the various shapes of the men standing about. Before them stood a lone figure which they all stared at intently waiting to see how much damage they had done. One of the lizard folk gave out a short shout of success as the charred flesh and broken body came into view. It immediately caught in his throat as the details became more clear. Jutting from the ruined corpse was Zar’rock’s white serpentine blade. Osiris had impaled the self appointed leader of the group and used his body as a literal meat shield. The smell of cooked lizard hung in the air replacing the smoke. With a flick of the wrist the half demon slid the decapitated and mutilated body onto the floor. “Now, I know I am not the most charismatic person. However, that does not make me stupid. I do not garner allies through fear. So, the option of joining me is no longer on the table. I will though, offer you a head start if you would like. For those of you who stay and don’t make extra work for me, your deaths will be clean. For those of you who choose to run, I cannot make that same guarantee. You have till the count of ten to decide.” Before he could even start counting the five men still remaining sprinted further into the ship and scattered. Well, no point in counting I guess. In a flash of movement Osiris was down the hall and turned left into a new area. Already he was gaining on the slowest of the men. With a swipe of his sword the first man’s spine was severed just below the ribcage ending his life immediately. A line of blood splattered across the wall like some kind of twisted modern art. The half demon wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the little details in life like that though. He was on the hunt, and the only thing that mattered was catching his prey. Ahead of him he could see the two other men that had been trying to escape down the left path were closing off the room they were in. All the muscle fibers in Osiris’ body twitched at once launching him to his destination almost instantly. The half demon caught the sliding door with his elbow and wedged his arm against the doorframe with his palm. Sheathing Zar’rock gave him a free hand which was quickly filled with a crimson disk. The rotating plate of energy made a floating saw which was delicately placed inside the door where it sat humming its malicious intent. “This is why you should never try to hide in a room with no other exit. Have fun…” Osiris moved his arm and let the door slam shut. The two men inside desperately attempted to reload their weapons with new charges before the floating disc started to move. Unfortunately for one of them that would not be the case. The kiezan shot through the air and immediately struck one of the aliens in the throat causing it to spray green blood all over his companion. Finally reloaded, the gore covered survivor unloaded blast after blast at the abhorrent saw that darted from place to place across the room. With each missed shot the distance was closed until the attack was heading straight on for its second target. Crimson red and yellow energy finally made contact in the smoky air creating a minor explosion. The disk lost no momentum as it ripped through the weaker energy. In an instant the saw made contact with the alien’s belly spilling intestines and blood all over the floor. The room fell silent save for the gasping of the man and the dripping of green blood. Wincing, the lizard type man tried to pull himself back together literally. His nails scratched across the metal floor making an ear piercing screech. Tears wetted the man’s cheek as he felt his own life slip away; it was merely a matter of time. WC:1,129 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 08:58 AM Post #3 |
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Osiris strode away from the door and back the way he had came. He was much more cautious now. Enough time had passed that the element of shock and awe would be dissolving. In all likely hood even if there were only the two remaining men, which the half breed thought incredibly unlikely for such a large ship, they were probably creating a plan. Whether that plan was to ambush the intruder or come up with some clever way to avoid him, either would take patience and awareness to overcome. The humming of the lighting system died down leaving Osiris in a dark silence. For a moment he just stopped and stood there in what felt like his natural habitat. The moment passed though, with vigor. A bestial howl echoed through the ships corridors for a long time before returning the blackness back to silence. The half demon considered lighting his way with a ball of energy, but he thought that may be too obvious. He opted for a more straight forward method. “Computer, turn the lights back on.” “Unauthorized verbal command.” “Figures.” Osiris reached into one of the compartments on his suit and pulled out a transmitter. “Fist, run scans on the mining vessel’s systems and see if you can’t break into them. Report in when there is noteworthy progress.” A voice came from above and made the half demon jolt with surprise and nearly blast a hole in the ceiling reflexively. “Seems you have made your way past the captain and her little platoon of grunts. How good for you, really. You see though, I run this operation. There is a lot at stake for me as well. Still, I am a betting man. If you can reach me before my little pet kills you I won’t put up anymore resistance. Good luck, you will need it against one of the Tarrasuque. Not that you actually know what that is, but you will find out soon enough.” Osiris opened his mouth to respond and from his belly arose a deep rumbling. Hunger pains bit into his sides like ravenous wolves. As if he didn’t have enough concerning him it seemed that starvation was finally catching up. The intercom system clicked off before the bout of pain ended and the half demon found his voice once more. I have to find something to eat in this place. If I spend any more time without food my power is going to start slipping away even more. There has to be a mess hall somewhere on this rig. After all it was designed to house an entire workforce…speaking of which… where are they? He walked, slowly still, down new path ways. Feeling along the walls silently he found numbers to various rooms and marking plaques that had brail lettering on them. It was something Osiris had picked up as a young boy in his days of slavery. Some of the older captives taught him the tongues and writings of their people. It was a slow and difficult process though, keeping it hidden from the task masters. As a result brail became one of the preferred methods of teaching the lad. Each language had a subset for its blind population, and those that knew it taught one another amongst the ragged group of slaves. It was easier to poke some holes in a piece of scrap paper than find, hide, and pace around proper writing materials. Several times along his journey in the dark the half demon had frozen and listened to the clicking of claws against metal and the panting breath of some unseen beast in the distance. It was a game of cat and mouse. Osiris had every intention of avoiding the conflict until he could find nourishment, and the lurking fiend was bent on making him its nourishment. Time crept by so slowly when one wasn’t launching themselves to and fro in the midst of combat. He was growing anxious as his adversary seemed to be closing in. With each couple of minutes the noises got closer and closer. Whatever it was, it was closing in, quickly. The violet eyes widened as he noticed a faint crack of light ahead of him, and a slight growl behind him. Osiris clutched at his gurgling stomach wishing it would be silent or else he feared it would give him away. The predator stalking him clearly was not doing it by sight. That meant the beast either hunting by sound or smell, maybe both. Whatever the case the half breed was not in a good position. His stomach wouldn’t shut the hell up, and he hadn’t showered in over a week. There was plenty to track him with. It knows I am close by. My only chance is getting to that light source…or not. In the faint light there was a creepy shadowy figure much different than Osiris was use to it. The creature was small, only standing a few feet high. Its lower body was long and parallel to the ground with several legs supporting it, and what looked like growths on top of it. Its upper body looked more akin to child’s small torso though there appeared to be a larger and smaller set of arms . The half demon could not see the face, but overall he was rather creeped out and confused. I could have sworn that growl came from behind me. That thing looks odd, but not exactly like a threat. Nor does it seem to notice I am here. Osiris took a few quick steps while crouched down, and watched the odd creature in front of him. The thing didn’t seem to react. Instead it walked closer to the source of light around a corner where it could not be seen. A slight swooshing sound and the hallway was filled with light. Twenty quick paces as fast as he could go silently, the distance closed before the door shut once more. The half demon got around the corner and had to dive through the space left by the closing door. After doing a forward roll he pulled out his boot knife and grabbed the creature that had just entered the room. WC: 1,038 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 08:59 AM Post #4 |
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He blinked twice taking in the sight of the room. Osiris wasn’t exactly expecting what he saw. The room was filled with crustacean-like creatures. They were like some kind of mix between humanoid and shrimp. One pair of their arms ended in claws and the other smaller set that was set more towards the center of their body and lower down ended in four digit hands. Their bodies were covered in shells, but still managed to look very meek. The face perplexed Osiris the most. They had enough crustacean features to be slightly creepy, but enough of the generic humanoid features to not be overtly threatening. It wasn’t just the inhabitants that surprised the youth either. The environment was also rather unusual, for a spaceship anyway. The air was much more humid than the rest of the ship, and the light was dimmer than expected. Soft layers of mulch lined the floor and everywhere there were giant mushrooms growing from great wooden boxes filled with soil. Many of the shrimp like creatures were laying atop the mushrooms like beds. It was then that the half breed recalled having passed a marking indicating the hallway lead to a crew quarters, but this was just unusual. For a moment he thought he had made a mistake of taking a hostage. After all, these things might not even be sentient, or speak a language the demon knew. Scratching sounds immediately caught his attention. Another growl came from the other side of the door along with the sounds of a nose busily picking up scents. Osiris looked down at his odd hostage’s murky grey and green eyes. The shrimp like being darted its eyes towards the door and then back to its captor. Very slowly it lifted a hand towards its face and put a finger to his lipless mouth between two mandibles. Today is an odd day….. The screeching sound of metal being cut made the half demon clench his eyes shut. He wasn’t a fan of loud noises, especially those of the higher pitch. Turning slightly he looked at the door to make sure it had not been punctured. There were a few dents here and there, but nothing that showed the door had lost all integrity. The noise of the pawing creature stopped, and its sniffing faded away little bit by little bit. Guess it lost interest. Not exactly the smartest pet. The room suddenly came alive with soft clicking noises mixed with short words that Osiris had never heard before. The question of sentience had disappeared quickly, but there was still the question of a mutual language. Relaxing, the half demon removed the knife away from his hostage and took a step back. They all seemed frightened enough as it was of the creature roaming the ship. It was unnecessary to make any more enemies. As soon as the knife was taken away the shrimp like creature scurried away over to his kin. His violet eyes just watched as the strangers interacted with one another. Slowly, but surely the talking quieted down and there was silence once more. “I’m not sure if you understand me, and I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you?” Osiris asked with a hoarse voice as his throat was still dry. Before anyone could reply his stomach gave off another series of loud gurgling. Another observations struck Osiris as one of the strange beings slowly approached him with a basket full of what looked to be mushrooms. About half of the creatures were shades of blue and the other half seemed to be various shades of green. He wasn’t sure quiet what to make of it, but he had a feeling that the more he became familiar with them the more the minute differences would show themselves. The light green crustacean backed away after placing the basket at his feet. Almost immediately the dark blue one that Osiris had taken hostage stepped forward a short way and gestured to the basket. When it saw the half demon hesitate it spoke in a deeply accented manor of one just starting to grasp a language, “Not poison.” Stopping over he picked one of the porous fungi up and sniffed at it. Generally he had a decent sense of who was trust worthy and who was not. His gut was telling him everything seemed okay. Of course his gut was also telling him to eat anything that was remotely edible too. Still, he had to put better judgment on pause for a moment in order to survive. Osiris opened his mouth to take bite showing the multiple sets of canine teeth he possessed. Everyone in the room too a step back from him as he bit into the mushroom with ravenous intent. It only took him a handful of minutes to finish off the entire basket which was amazingly rejuvenating. Not to the extent that sensu bean was, but that magical plant was hard to top and one of the best finds Osiris had ever come across in a market. One of the braver aliens crept over and placed a jug of water next to the basket. Osiris sat down and immediately drained it. He noticed a slight mineral taste to the water, but found it somewhat pleasant. “Thank you for your kindness. I really needed that. Did you understand my question before?” His voice was back to its normal cool and smooth tone. The same alien that had talked before nodded his head in a yes. “Come.” The creature clicked along as its thin legs moved up and down propelling it forward in a much different locomotion than a bipedal or even quadripedal animal. Osiris followed to a door in the back of the room. All the others parted way before the stranger and his guide. WC: 974 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 08:59 AM Post #5 |
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He blinked twice taking in the sight of the room. Osiris wasn’t exactly expecting what he saw. The room was filled with crustacean-like creatures. They were like some kind of mix between humanoid and shrimp. One pair of their arms ended in claws and the other smaller set that was set more towards the center of their body and lower down ended in four digit hands. Their bodies were covered in shells, but still managed to look very meek. The face perplexed Osiris the most. They had enough crustacean features to be slightly creepy, but enough of the generic humanoid features to not be overtly threatening. It wasn’t just the inhabitants that surprised the youth either. The environment was also rather unusual, for a spaceship anyway. The air was much more humid than the rest of the ship, and the light was dimmer than expected. Soft layers of mulch lined the floor and everywhere there were giant mushrooms growing from great wooden boxes filled with soil. Many of the shrimp like creatures were laying atop the mushrooms like beds. It was then that the half breed recalled having passed a marking indicating the hallway lead to a crew quarters, but this was just unusual. For a moment he thought he had made a mistake of taking a hostage. After all, these things might not even be sentient, or speak a language the demon knew. Scratching sounds immediately caught his attention. Another growl came from the other side of the door along with the sounds of a nose busily picking up scents. Osiris looked down at his odd hostage’s murky grey and green eyes. The shrimp like being darted its eyes towards the door and then back to its captor. Very slowly it lifted a hand towards its face and put a finger to his lipless mouth between two mandibles. Today is an odd day….. The screeching sound of metal being cut made the half demon clench his eyes shut. He wasn’t a fan of loud noises, especially those of the higher pitch. Turning slightly he looked at the door to make sure it had not been punctured. There were a few dents here and there, but nothing that showed the door had lost all integrity. The noise of the pawing creature stopped, and its sniffing faded away little bit by little bit. Guess it lost interest. Not exactly the smartest pet. The room suddenly came alive with soft clicking noises mixed with short words that Osiris had never heard before. The question of sentience had disappeared quickly, but there was still the question of a mutual language. Relaxing, the half demon removed the knife away from his hostage and took a step back. They all seemed frightened enough as it was of the creature roaming the ship. It was unnecessary to make any more enemies. As soon as the knife was taken away the shrimp like creature scurried away over to his kin. His violet eyes just watched as the strangers interacted with one another. Slowly, but surely the talking quieted down and there was silence once more. “I’m not sure if you understand me, and I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you?” Osiris asked with a hoarse voice as his throat was still dry. Before anyone could reply his stomach gave off another series of loud gurgling. Another observations struck Osiris as one of the strange beings slowly approached him with a basket full of what looked to be mushrooms. About half of the creatures were shades of blue and the other half seemed to be various shades of green. He wasn’t sure quiet what to make of it, but he had a feeling that the more he became familiar with them the more the minute differences would show themselves. The light green crustacean backed away after placing the basket at his feet. Almost immediately the dark blue one that Osiris had taken hostage stepped forward a short way and gestured to the basket. When it saw the half demon hesitate it spoke in a deeply accented manor of one just starting to grasp a language, “Not poison.” Stopping over he picked one of the porous fungi up and sniffed at it. Generally he had a decent sense of who was trust worthy and who was not. His gut was telling him everything seemed okay. Of course his gut was also telling him to eat anything that was remotely edible too. Still, he had to put better judgment on pause for a moment in order to survive. Osiris opened his mouth to take bite showing the multiple sets of canine teeth he possessed. Everyone in the room too a step back from him as he bit into the mushroom with ravenous intent. It only took him a handful of minutes to finish off the entire basket which was amazingly rejuvenating. Not to the extent that sensu bean was, but that magical plant was hard to top and one of the best finds Osiris had ever come across in a market. One of the braver aliens crept over and placed a jug of water next to the basket. Osiris sat down and immediately drained it. He noticed a slight mineral taste to the water, but found it somewhat pleasant. “Thank you for your kindness. I really needed that. Did you understand my question before?” His voice was back to its normal cool and smooth tone. The same alien that had talked before nodded his head in a yes. “Come.” The creature clicked along as its thin legs moved up and down propelling it forward in a much different locomotion than a bipedal or even quadripedal animal. Osiris followed to a door in the back of the room. All the others parted way before the stranger and his guide. WC:1,112 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:01 AM Post #6 |
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Claws dug into muscle of Osiris’ neck and tore two lines across it leaving crimson red wounds that soaked his clothing under his armor. Throwing his hand forward great streaking bolts of electricity flew from Osiris’ palm. The giant blue sparks wrapped around the Tarrasuque and constricted its limbs until it dropped to the floor in a twitching bundle, but immobile. The half demon pressed his palm to his neck firmly to try and stop the bleeding somewhat. For a long time he just stood there and stared down at the writhing, glowering beast. For the most part he knew that he should just put the monstrosity down and be done with it. That way there would be no more threat from it. In a more devious part of his mind though, other plans were brewing. Gradually, the longer he thought on the matter the more he had other intentions for the beast. Putting a hand on his hips he was once again reminded of his sore ribs. God, I swear my mid section takes the brunt of just about every bad fight I have. Still, where could I lock this thing up. By the looks of it that net isn’t going to hold very much longer. One of the Vagril came running down the corridor with something clutched in its smaller hands. Osiris squinted and then was deeply confused. The creature was carrying a large syringe full of a murky yellow liquid. “What is that?” the half breed inquired. The grey blue Vagril looked at him for a moment as if trying to think of a word that would describe the situation. Finally it seemed to dawn on it, “Sleep, sleep.” Again and again the alien gestured to the medical implement and spoke the word sleep. Nodding his head the half breed stepped to the side for the crustacean-like being to work. Very gingerly the diminutive Vagril edged its way to the side of the beast and lowered itself down slightly. Osiris watched as it sunk the metal needle into the underbelly of the beast and injected the liquid. The Tarrasuque gave out a hissing growl at being injected, but then almost immediately its head dropped to the floor unconscious. When the Bankoku Bitsu Kuri Shiyou wore off and it was clear that the monster wasn’t going to keep moving around Osiris dragged it by its tail into the workshop area. All the Vagril burst into various noise at the site, none of which could be understood by the youth. They parted away from beast and many fled back up the stairs and out of the room to keep their distance. The half demon just pressed on with his task though. With a great heave of effort he threw the Tarrasuque onto one of the cargo transports and proceeded to strap it down with as many heavy duty straps and chains as he could find. He even went so far as to fashion one of them into a muzzle. Once he was done Osiris bound back up the stairs and to the computer that had the translator still on it. All the Vagril in the room were fixated on him in seeming confusion. Speaking to the computer he tried to clear any misunderstandings, “I think the Tarrasuque may come in handy later, or at the very least we can release it harmlessly. At any rate it should be safe if you move it into the cargo hold. The walls and doors there will be much thicker to deal with the weight of shifting cargo. Now I need to know where Dr. Franlin might be so I can take the ship’s systems into my control.” As soon as the translator had finished the grey blue Vagril was seemingly yelling orders as a group of three activated the transport and rushed it into another room. Three of the crustacean like aliens now stood in front of Osiris: the dark blue one he had been talking to before, the grey blue one that had brought the syringe, and a bright green one that had always seemed to be at the front of the group. Each one of them took a measure of the half demon, and the grey blue one shouted out some more orders and the youth was almost immediately presented with bandages coated in a thick yellow gel. No longer doubting their intent Osiris took the bandage and pressed it firmly against his neck. A tingling numb sensation cut the pain from the wound off almost entirely. Something was happening as he could feel the cool gel stop the flow of the warm blood. He watched the aliens interact. It was utterly fascinating to see another culture so different than his own. A sudden thought hit him though. My own culture? These people are as much slaves as mine. We have the same culture, just different tongues. No freedom, no future, and only the nothingness of death to free them from their shackles. These are my people. It seemed the three aliens were finally ready to speak with Osiris, but the youth beat them to the punch. “Would you kill to save a life? Would you slaughter a group of people to prove you are right? Would you stain your life with blood to achieve your goals?” It was still painful to speak, but he was pretty sure it was just a few fractures. The half demon stood there as the Vagril spoke amongst each other with what could have only been nervous confusion. Time just kept ticking by without any answer. Osiris was starting to become impatient. After a couple minutes passed without a response he turned and began to walk out of the room and back into the dark corridors. A computerized voice, female this time, stopped the youth in his track. “Wait, we don’t understand your questions.” Osiris turned on his heels, “There is nothing to misunderstand.” Dark purple eyes cut stared into the murky yellow and grey eyes of the Vagril that had spoke. The dark blue Vagril step forward, “I will not speak on behalf of the others when I say this. My name is Thorsh, and I will bow no longer. My answer is yes.” The grey blue Vagril stepped up next to his brother, “My name is Clraw, and I will bow no longer. My answer is yes.” Suddenly handful of the aliens were speaking at the same time, all repeating the same phrase with different names substituted in. The more said it, the faster it spread like an infection. Finally the bright green Vagril spoke again, “So be it, my name is Hashel. Dr.Franlin is in the back of the ship. He has a large laboratory there where he uses the materials we mine to create his new inventions. It’s a very dangerous place with many of his “toys” being nothing more than weapons. More than once have our kin been used to test them.” Osiris nodded his head in understanding, “Tend to your dead, collect any weapons you can, and start working to repair the ship. I will deal with the good doctor and the last of his lackeys. I have a feeling if he has weapons, that’s where they fled to.” WC: 1,214 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:01 AM Post #7 |
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Clraw spoke through the computer once again, “I will take you there. He took a few of our kin days ago, and I want to be there if they are still alive since you cannot speak our language.” “So be it.” Osiris was once again guided through the ship by the dark blue Vagril. Several minutes passed as the two carefully walked through the corridors. The clicking of the crustacean like legs on the metal floor was quiet enough not to draw attention, but it still bothered the half demon slightly. It was the only sound to be heard through the entire ship save for the ventilation. Finally they turned a corner and found another area with lighting. The sign across the door read: No visitors without invitation. The half breed raised an arm and fired off a Suiken that blew open the steel door. “The door is open, I will just consider myself invited then.” The Vagril next to him grabbed his arm for a second, “Traps.” Osiris sauntered into the room like he was unconcerned, but his eyes darted around everywhere. The room’s walls were lined with work benches. Parts, tools, and chemical containers were scattered everywhere on the benches and across the tiled floor. Osiris was halfway into the room when the tile beneath his feet lit up with an orange light. “Of course, it’s not like an evil scientist would use the kind of barbaric traps I am use to. Sometimes, I wonder if I have been hit in the head too many times.” Giant jets of flames came flooding in through the ventilation system as secondary air lock doors closed off the room. Osiris rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the column of fire and walked up to the next doorway. Another trap was triggered and two gun turrets dropped from the ceiling and started blasting away. Spinning around he let lose a Kienzan that swung around sliced through both of them before dissipating. They never even had a chance to lock in on their target properly. The wall and door were covered in blast marks, but the half demon was untouched save for a few singed hairs. Living on Cauldron made the half breed resistant to all but the most intense flames. With a glowing fist the half demon slammed his way through the next doorway and into a living area. There sitting in a wooden chair at a study was a human reading a thick book. With a smirk he turned his eyes up to his new guest. “Well, after watching the video of you dealing with my pet, I have to say I’m impressed. Though, not that entirely impressed. You did defeat my captain after all. I’m curious why you brought the Vagril with you though. Did they help you out? Wouldn’t surprise me. I don’t think they have the willingness to sacrifice for the good of science to be honest. Still, they are cunning creatures and even managed to override the system controlling their little quarters and workshop. So, tell me, what happens now?” Osiris grimaced, “You think highly of yourself. What happens now is this. You help me get the ships back up in working order and I don’t kill you. When we get to whatever planet I need to go to next, I am just going to leave you in the middle of nowhere. What happens to you there is between you and nature. I think you can guess what happens if you don’t help out.” “Hmmm, I did say I would stop resisting. On the other hand, I never said they would stop resisting. Have fun!” Osiris lunged forward as the doctor hit a button on the desk and he dropped through a trap door. A blast hit him in the back throwing him against the wall. Turning around he saw the two soldiers that had ran away before. Now they were decked out from head to toe in some kind of mechanical battle armor. The half demon snarled as he rushed towards them. Both of them ducked back through the hidden door they had emerged from. As they did the false wall and bench that concealed it swung back shut. The half demon caught it and tore the door off its hinges. It was a triumph short lived as Osiris stared at a series of rings that stretched through almost the entire eighty foot room that he had broken into. The remaining grunts were already heading straight for a set of stairs, but not before hitting a button on a control panel. The sound of electricity flowed through the rings and suddenly something was flying through them. The half demon’s eyes widened as he saw the object move faster than he could actually tell what it was. He put his hands out to try to catch it before it slammed into his body, but the thing had too much force behind it. His elbows collapsed and he was struck in the stomach by a football sized piece of metal. He was sent flying into a wall which bent under the strain. Sitting on top of a messy work bench the half demon threw the distorted piece of metal off of himself. The wall must have been reinforced considering he didn’t go smashing through it like he had with the Tarrasuque. Catching his breath Osiris pulled out his sword after noticing it humming to him. He wasn’t sure why Zar’rock had suddenly come alive because he couldn’t focus through the pain enough to meditate on the hidden mind within the blade. It seemed unnecessary though. The sword pulled a little bit of power through from its master. Energy shown through the metal with a brilliant violet hue. Little bit by little bit the Ki stared condensing in small snow flake like particles around the blade. As if a breeze had swept through the room the glowing particles floated over to Osiris’ body and fell into his body. The hit his torso and neck leaving ripple like waves of energy on his skin as they disappeared. A warm soothing sensation washed over the half breed as his wounds were healed. Within moments he jumped off the bench, sheathed Zar’rock after a thanks was given, and took the hunt back up once more. WC: 1,055 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:03 AM Post #8 |
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Osiris flew down the steps and into a hanger area where he ducked under a punch to avoid a face full of metal fist. The half demon launched a counter slamming his fist straight into the chest plate of battle suit. The grunt went sliding backwards, but a set of small rocket boosters flared up to balance the metal hulk. Two laser beams came cutting through the air creating the smell of ozone in their wake. The half breed back flipped several times to escape the duel cutting beams. Lowering himself into a three battle stance Osiris was prepared for another attack from any direction. His lips curved upward into a snarl as he looked around the room he was in. It was a mix between a ship hanger, mechanical factory, and surgery room turned torture chamber. The place reeked of blood and oil. The half demon’s violet eyes stopped and stared at the sight of several Vagril corpses piled into a cargo container with their skulls sliced open. It was a short search to find where their brains had gone to. Several glass containers filled with green liquid held the soft organs. Each canister seemed to be hooked into the computer bank that was set up in a corner twenty yards away. Another tag team attack came as the two armored fighters came rushing in with a flurry of kicks and punches much faster and harder than their operators could have ever managed on their own. Osiris hung back dodging and blocking every futile attack made against him. He was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had thrown a hard punch the last time he attacked and it did little but a dent the armor. The opening never seemed to come though. The doctor chimed in once again, “Do you like my suits. It took me months to calibrate them correctly. Not only did I have to find a proper way to register the brain waves, but also make it run parallel to a computer system. That is to say not only do the operators control the suits, but so too does an independent computer. After analyzing the recordings of your last several fights, the computer knows just what to do. With the direction of their pilots, those suits will crush you into the grave you belong in. Well not really a grave. I am just going to throw you over there in the container with the other test subjects. The data from their living brains was most helpful. Through my genius I figured out a way to take the information from their brains and translate it into programming. Isn’t it spectacular?!?” Franlin let out a disgusting laugh that bounced around the room as he pushed himself over to the hanger portion of the space on his wheelie chair. Osiris wanted to beat his smug face into the back of his skull but he was too busy fending off his robotically enhanced opponents. It seemed true that his moves were always on the defensive. It was as if the suits were guiding their operators to throw an attack at just the right moment to disrupt anymore counter attacks. The frustration was beginning to grow within the half breed. He took a deep breath and focused his energy into each arm. A heavy right hook slammed into his face and a roundhouse kick smashed into his left thigh. The demon’s body absorbed the impacts like they were nothing. What Osiris had not realized is that on a very deep unconscious level he had gained the ability to rearrange the molecular density of isolated parts of his body. At the moment of impact his left jaw and right thigh were harder than even diamond for a split second. Within the time those strikes landed and then retracted Osiris had all the energy he required. His hand snapped out in front of both the suited fighters. He closed his fists slowly as though he were crushing some unseen object. At that moment though, he had manipulative ability over the gravity surrounding his two enemies. The gravity increased immensely and both the fighters started screaming through the metallic helmets. Pressure crushed in from every angle crumpling the limbs of the men into their own bodies. With the blood flow cut off though, they didn’t bleed to death. They just kept screaming until the chest piece carved in so much they couldn’t breathe anymore. Their muted whimpers faded into the sounds of screeching metal as it collapsed into a round ball and dropped to the floor like some piece of scrap metal fresh from the compactor. Finally done with the small fries, now he could get onto killing the good doctor. Fuck getting the ship up to optimum conditions like it was before. He will pay for this. Osiris kicked the two metal spheres away and searched around for his next prey item. He saw the doctor loading himself into the cockpit of a small ship. Just before he closed the sliding glass top he shouted out to the half breed, “Oh, by the way, I lied.” Several small drone ships fired up and started zipping around the larger room. They fired small beam ball like blasts that Osiris had an easy time dodging. It was just a distraction and he knew it. Patience was no longer inside the half demon though. He jumped into the air and grabbed one of the sentinels by the wings so it couldn’t shoot at him. Sprinting towards the crafted that was slowly being raised by a hydraulic system to the room above, presumably a launch area, Osiris chucked the drone. Tumbling end over end the machine tried to correct its flight path but never managed to. It slammed into the side of the doctors escape vehicle and exploded. A glowing force field showed itself as it protected the ship from impact. Still, the craft slid several feet across the pad causing one of the landing gears to fall off. Unbalanced the entire ship slipped off the hydraulic system and crashed back down to the ground. Osiris was pleased with the results and kept catching the drones and lobbing them into the force field. By the fourth one the energy barrier had given out and the remaining few sentinels ripped the crafty apart. From the smoke and fire emerged a notably shaken and coughing Dr. Franlin. The half demon immediately flashed his way in front of the blonde human and picked him up by his lab coat. The doctor had lost his arrogant smirk, “Are you going to kill me?” Osiris was about to answer when a loud beeping started emanating from his back pocket. The half breed pulled out the communicator to hear a familiar electronic voice. “Sir, I believe I have managed to break through the other ships firewalls by overloading its processors.” The doctor heard the report and went pale, “What? I worked months programming the A.I. of this ship. There is no way you got around its protective barriers!” The half demon listened to the rest of the computers report and gave the order to delete the A.I. program and sink with the ships systems. “Good programming or not, if you don’t have the hardware to keep up then you are destined to fail none the less. Now that your ship is mine, I think I have a better idea than just killing you.” WC: 1,244 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:04 AM Post #9 |
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Picking the struggling man up he carried him over to the surgery table and strapped him down. Striding over to the computer he stared at it for a good minute trying to figure out how the control panel might work. At one point he simply gave up. “Computer, run me through the operations protocol of this control station.” As the computer screen came alive and a narrated demonstration came up showing how the system functioned the doctor started screaming hysterically. “I can’t believe I am going to be killed by a fucking moron!” For the entire time Osiris was learning how to work the surgery machinery, Franlin kept shouts and yelling at the half demon. Bouts of pleas and begging would interrupt the screams, but when they went ignored he went right back to screaming insults. The man was breaking apart at the thought of his own mortality, and the end of his current existence. How pathetic. He can’t even die with some amount of dignity. Finally understanding the operational system, the half demon activated a sequence of pre programmed movements. He turned around to watch as the arms with various instruments attached sprung to life. Two arms grabbed the doctor around the top of his head and by the jaw holding him still. The operation table swung straight up in a vertical position. Another two arms wept over and placed themselves at the front and back of his head. Small focused beams of light shot out so hot that they burned their way through skin and skull without creating a visible smoke. Loud moaning sounds came from Franlin, but he was unable to open his mouth to scream any longer because of the robotic hand forcing his head still. In a matter of seconds the top of the man’s skull was removed and fell to the floor. A fifth arm swung over and picked it up to place it in the bin of Vagril corpses. The two laser wielding arms retracted and an arm with essentially a modified vacuum gently pressed against the brain and created just enough suction to pick it up slightly. With a gap better gap to proceed through the finally arm swung over with a shining scalpel attached to it. In one swift movement it lowered into the skull cavity cut the base of the brain and moved away. Using the suction it already had the vacuum arm picked the brain out of its former home and placed it in an awaiting jar filled with green liquid. The top of the jar immediately closed itself creating a safe environment for the brain to continue living in. Picking up the canister Osiris walked over to the area with the three Vagril brains hooked into a scanning device. Grabbing one of them he twisted it unlocking it from the top and bottom mounts that held it. He set the Vagril brain aside and hooked in the new canister. Understanding how the system worked much better Osiris hit a sequence of buttons that activated what the computer registered as the “download”. Small sparks of electricity skipped across the brain as all the information it contained was uploaded into the computer system. An estimate timer popped up on the screen and read: 1 day 23 hours 31 minutes. A digital voice came over the communications system, “Sir, I have taken full control over the ship and purged all traces of the previous A.I. Would you like me to give you a full status report of both ships?” A lone dark blue Vagril stuck his head out from around the corner of the stair well and looked around the room. At the sight of its dead brethren in the cargo bin it scurried over and started pulling them out and laying them carefully onto the floor in a neat row. Osiris watched for a moment and then came up with a course of action. “Computer bring up the translator system for the Vagril and myself. Clraw, I know you have lost several of your people today. However we cannot afford to sit in space idly and allow someone to come across us. Go to your people and tell them to take care of the dead as you must, but set aside a group of your best workers. We must start repairing the ship at once and get out of Keliouxian space before something bad happens. Do you understand?” The diminutive alien nodded its head, “Yes, let us go an speak with the others. They will be eager to find themselves on a path back home.” The two walked out of the disaster zone that was Dr. Franlin’s old laboratory. The next hour was heart wrenching as the Vagril rounded up their dead and created a small ceremony room in one of the living quarters of the now dead crew. Osiris didn’t understand why but, he was placed at the head of the room overlooking two rows of dead placed on cots and covered in sheets. The mourners came in and went around the room clockwise stopping and praying at each bed. Some chanted, some bowed their heads in respected and whispered, and some passed in silence as if in awe of death. Each time a mourner came up to Osiris who was sitting on a large armless chair crossed legged they would pause just as if they were at one of the corpses. Instead of chanting, whispering, or gracing him with silence each one spoke the same phrase. As they did they would kneel on their front two legs and place a small gift before him. After that they would move on to the next body until they had paid all of their respects and left the room. The half demon was so numb he couldn’t even find himself to be sad. All he kept thinking about was his pseudo mother, and all the days he had spent meditating on her grave stone wishing she would speak to him again. Those days were gone with the destruction of Cauldron. He closed his heavy eyes for a moment with weariness as the procession of grievers continued. He suddenly jerked his eyes open feeling a strange sensation. Crimson smoke seemed to ooze out of his body and fill the room. Some of it even slipped out of the room beyond the sight of the half demon. His violet eyes skipped around the room expecting to see panicking faces, but no one else seemed to notice. Dozens of soft, empathetic voices came from the back of Osiris’ mind. “Relax child, we are not here to cause harm. We are here to do what we were truly meant to do, collect the souls of the lost. None of the Vagril will be able to see as we operate on a more subtle level of this universe than most can bear witness to. The souls of all those slain today are those who belong under your watch.” You sound like you once did, we I was younger and Cauldron was still intact. “Yes, the other factions banded together and expended much of their energy over the last few months with their ploy to consume you. That means the factions more friendly have an upper hand for the time being. You should know, this is not the first time this has happened. Many times before the souls of those you have killed have been picked up and brought into the collective without your notice.” So is this you just showing me what is going on? “No, you are just in the right state of mind to be aware of the happening. Just as you are in the right state of mind to hear the screams of the those that died on Cauldron reverberate through this universe.” Osiris watched as glowing white-blue spheres were picked up out of the bodies of those around him and throughout the ship and slowly dragged into his body. It was true, the sensation was oddly familiar though less violent then when Myriad had consumed the soul of the syndicate leader during the war with the crime organizations. The days he had spent with Zorn, it felt so long ago. “You have enough to worry about child. We will not bother your mind any longer.” The crimson smoke faded away as the last soul entered Osiris’ body. With it faded away the presence of Myriad back into the far reaches of his being. The last mourner was Clraw who stayed by the half demon as the others left the room and went to a small banquet that Thorsh and Hashel were overseeing. WC: 1,444 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:05 AM Post #10 |
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As the doors shut and the two were left in the room alone Osiris ordered the computer to activate the translator for him and Clraw. He had a question he wanted answered. “I don’t really understand why I was obligated to be in your ceremony or why I was give gifts. I am not one of your peoples. Also, what was that phrase they all kept saying to me?” The dark blue Vagril seemed to sigh, “Hashel warned us against telling you what your part was for fear that you may decline out of not understanding. I agreed with her, though I meant nothing by it. Still, now that it is over there shouldn’t be too much harm in telling you. The phrase they kept saying was, ‘Hail to the great sinner, may the gods have mercy on your soul’. You see, our kind has always followed the peaceful ways as much as we possibly can. While we honor you for avenging our fallen we must also mourn you as one who has fallen from grace. We leave you gifts to make your life easier for fear that your next life will be greatly burdened.” Osiris blinked twice, and then for the first time in a long time laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh though. It was the sound of hysteria. It was a sad sound, like a lone bird chirping at sunset to grieve the end of the day. For almost a whole minute the half breed struggled to regain his composure. “I am sorry Clraw, but if my next life is any worse than this one…. Well let’s just say few mortals could even imagine that life. Long has it been since the time that I found my actions to be sinful. Your concern is undo for a man that would curse the gods. Let us go now so that I don’t offend you any longer. You should be with your peoples and I am in dire rest for the work ahead. I will meet you in two hours time as we agreed upon before.” With that the room’s temperature was set to the frigidness of a morgue and the two men parted ways. Both of them held heavy sadness in their chests, and both felt a tinge of guilt for the other. As Osiris entered the room he had chosen for his own, the former captain’s courters, he flopped down on the bed and shut his eyes. “Computer, have your long range scans shown if anyone has noticed us yet?” “No sir, it seems there is a large electromagnetic storm being produced by a high volume iron dust cloud. Most sensors are inaccurate at best when trying to gauge readings in or around it. There is no way of predicting how long the storm will last though.” “Start simulating the most efficient way to dock the warship inside the mining vessel. Also prioritize the systems that have received damage and start running in depth diagnostics to make repairs go faster. Finally, set an alarm for two hours from now to wake me up.” “Understood sir. However, clarification is required. Would you like me to run diagnostics on both ships, or just the mining vessel as it is the only viable craft.” Osiris jolted up suddenly wide eyed, “What do you mean Perses’ Fist isn’t a viable craft?!” “During the last remaining moments of main energy core usage the drain from the laser cannons destabilized the fuel rods. When their energy output became unregulated the neutron bursts cracked the fuel casing and energy condenser. There is a lack of both parts and equipment to make suitable repairs. Only the reserve batteries are of any use at this moment. It was necessary to siphon off some off the mining freighter’s energy through high output energy signals.” The half demon ran a hand across his face, through his hair, and over his now sharper and longer horns. Falling back into the bed Osiris sighed heavily. “Carry on with the previous orders minus the repairs for the Fist. Just find a way to store it safely onboard the mining ship.” Rolling over he closed his amethyst eyes and started to drift off into sleep. His mind was plagued with memories of the past. One especially kept playing over and over again. That day he had brought Kristy back to Iron Mountain. All the confusing emotions those girls, those women, seemed to cast over him. It was something he had always wished he could simply do without. Now, the wish was granted and it left the youth bitter numb. If he had just stayed, made a life with one of them on that great burning rock…maybe then he could have been there to save them. They are dead now Osiris, and you will be too sooner or later. Accept it, and move on. Those kind of thoughts seemed to carry so much truth for the half demon, but they still left him hollow. He wondered if he truly was hollow. Maybe that was why he could contain so many souls bound within Myriad. Maybe that’s why the screams of the dead echoed in his ears. Maybe that was why he wanted to burn every world to the ground; so he could fill himself with the ashes of the dead. Whatever it was the insight to the reason and causes of his being were only hinted at and never reviled as he slipped into sleep. WC: 913 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:06 AM Post #11 |
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“Sir, it is time you wake up, your reports are ready. Sir, it is time you wake up, your reports are ready.” Over and over again the voice went on and on until finally Osiris blathered out an answer. “OKAY, okay I head you. Just give me a minute before you start raddling off the information you have.” Osiris rolled out of bed and hit the floor in a push up position. Using his back and abdominal muscles he slowly picked his feet up off the ground and put himself vertical. In the matter of moments he pounded out a hundred clapping hand stand pushups. With each one he felt more awake. Flipping back onto his feet he launched himself around the room like a pinball ricocheting off the walls. Finally he came back to the place he started as he stretched out all his now warm muscles. “Okay, you can start now.” The youth listened, and listened, and listened some more to all the damage reports. It seemed a good deal of the ship had been in disrepair even before the half demon had come along. Osiris groaned slightly as he heard the dismal level of need supplies that were available on the ship. Apparently the doctor had been using all the spare parts for his experiments. The computer was quick to affirm his fears that there was not enough extra to make the required repairs to get out of the ruined planet’s asteroid field detected or otherwise. “Computer, scan the Doctor’s laboratory and see if we can’t salvage his work to repair the ship.” “Error, cannot comply as room designated has no accessible scan devices.” Osiris started to walk down the hallway towards the living quarters of the Vagril. His mind wandered trying to latch onto a solution. It wasn’t long before one came to mind. He stepped into the room and found most of them sleeping save for the group five around a small table playing an odd game that the youth was unfamiliar with. He assumed it to be one that belonged to the Vagril culture. Looking around he gestured toward Clraw to bring his group out into the hallway so they would not wake the others. As they walked toward the helm of the ship they began to speak using the computer to translate. It made the process slower, but taking the time for them to learn each others’ language would obviously take longer than even remotely logical. “Now, I have had the computer run some diagnostics of the ship, and frankly it’s not looking good. The first thing is we need to get my ship on board. It shouldn’t be too hard seeing as the mining vessel has a grappling system and large cargo holds. Do any of you know how to use it though?” A common blue Vagril with red speckles answered him, “Yes, I can. I was trained to use it, but not access it without one of the PTO crew members there to start it up for me.” “Don’t worry about that, my computer has already over ridden all the security systems and assumed control of the ship. We can open any of the systems we need. That reminds me, Computer, give the Vagril level two clearance and Clraw level four clearance. You guys may now ask the computer to do basic functions at your request.” The bridge door swooshed open and the ship’s new crew walked into it with the intent to command for the first time. Each of the Vagril went to different stations familiarizing themselves with the controls. Without a second thought Osiris walked over to the commander’s seat and took his position. One way or another I am going to track down the fucker who did this if they are still alive. Then they will wish they had died on the planet they destroyed. A few words were passed from person to person as they all learned what their places were. Often the computer would give directions or walk one of them through a command protocol. It took a while for everyone to learn, but soon enough they were working together smoothly and steadily. The ship was rotated around to face the warship. Suddenly a set of four harpoon like devices were sent shooting out from the mining vessel. The initial launch thrust had nothing to stop it from sending the spears out past the Fist’s hull. They hit the end of the cables they were attached to and bounced starting to slowly drift backwards from the recoil. “Activating rockets,” the digital voice was so flat and boring Osiris wished he could understand Flench’s real voice. Orange, red, and yellow flared to life in the dark void of space as each of the harpoons angled up and back so that they would wrap around the other ship. All the extra line that the harpoons had carried passed the vessel was used up as it came full circle around its target. A switch was flipped and the harpoons were magnetized making them stick to Perses’ Fist with great grip. In the lower decks of the ship great winches kicked on pulling in the warship slowly so it did not generate too much speed. Just a little more time passed before the sensors and cameras showed the captured ship slip into an emptied cargo hold. The harpoons detached and withdrew back to their resting state. The warship passed through the plasma barrier that acted as a permeable barrier between the void of space and the inside of the mining vessel. When the screen read 100 percent entry another switch was flipped activating the artificial gravity that was already active through the rest of the great vehicle. With a loud thud Perses’ Fist hit the floor and came to a rest. As soon as Osiris saw it come to a complete stop without an incident he stood up and started walking out of the bridge. “Have the computer run off a list of repairs that can be made with current materials. Start working while I go see if I can’t find use more to work with,” he was numb again and his voice showed it. WC: 1,037 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:08 AM Post #12 |
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Osiris walked into the cargo hold and climbed up the side of his ship. On the top of it he unlocked the emergency hatch manually. He dropped into the ship completely ignoring the ladder. Without using any kind of light he walked through the halfway simply by memory until he had reached his own living quarters. Throwing open a dresser drawer he pulled out a scouter and marched his way back out. It was a short trip, but Osiris had no time to waste. Each time he hesitated was another chance his prey could be getting further away from him. It had already been so long. He may not even be able to pick up a trail assuming there was even one to follow. Only time would tell though. Jumping out of the Fist he jogged his way back through the mining vessel’s corridors. Along the way to the doctor’s laboratory he passed Clraw who saw the blue tinted screen across the half breed’s eye. “Is that a scouter? We have several of those that the soldiers used. Was that all you wanted to get?” “Well the ship needed to be docketed regardless for safety. While I figured there would be one lying around somewhere, I have modified my own to have certain functions. It also has programs that run especially well with my ship’s computer so it’s a more practical tool than a generic scouter. I am going to go scan the materials that Doctor Franlin had in his lab to see what we can manage to use.” The Vagril nodded its head and the half demon was back on his way. This time getting to the doctor’s work area was much quicker as Osiris was moving at a good clip free of the danger of traps and ambushes. Reaching the bottom of the once hidden staircase the half demon first ran over to the computer downloading Franlin’s devious brain. He did not think he would actually get anything from it, but it amused the youth greatly to see him become a lab rat in his own experiment. After a quick smirk at the 1.327 percent mark on the screen, he turned to get to work. Clicking a few buttons the scouter was directly linked to the underdeveloped A.I. and its massive processing and memory banks. He watched on the blue screen as waves of white light passed back and forth on the lens. Each time a dozen more objects were highlighted by a small triangle with a line pointing towards a short description. They were stored, cleared, and then the next pass would highlight more objects. In this way Osiris walked around the room with his head on a swizzle. If he had been prone to epilepsy he would have been on the ground foaming at the mouth thirty seconds in. Finally after ten minutes of walking around Osiris felt like he had catalogued the ship well enough. “Computer run the scans and identify the percentage of vital repairs we can make with recalculated supplies.” “One moment please, sixty-seven percent is the current amount of the repairs capable of being made that would allow the vessel to leave Cauldron’s ruins and arrive at a habited planet undetected. That is a six percent increase from previous measure of available materials.” “What do the parts here represent on the repairs list? There are a bunch of things here, why is the increase so minimal?” the half demon was confused as his expectations were dashed to the side. “Sir, most of these parts register as cybernetic and meant for use in android or other highly advanced war machinery. Most of the metal is not of a grade that would be suitable for heat shielding, and the inner components are designed to carry a different energy wave length than a ship. The parts either were incompatible, or as it seems reengineered in a way that makes them incompatible by the previous scientist. By the entry logs it seemed most of this work was done in the last month after a discovery was made during normal mining procedure. No indication of what the finding was though, only its storage number. The most usable components here would only serve to repair the cloaking device the doctor built, but not rebuild it entirely.” Osiris was agitated severely as his brain stormed and flung itself about trying to find a way to get things working properly. Only one solution came to mind and he REALY did not like it. “Computer, if…if we were to salvage the still functional parts of the Fist would we be able to hit the 100 percent mark?” “One moment please. Yes, in fact would be able to exceed it and repair many of the more minor damages and disrepairs. Is this the course of action you wish to proceed with?” The half demon smashed his fist into the wall. He just wanted to get the ships back up and running so he could start his search. Now it seemed he would have to stay on the mining vessel until they could make it to a planet that would have the parts needed to restore the Fist back up to running conditions. Not to mention restocking both vessels with provisions . . . he would be up to his eyes in debt by time this was over. “So be it, send the updated list and orders to the Vagrils working” he growled like a feral beast. Trying to distract himself from the anger Osiris let his curiosity take hold in his mind. “Computer, show me the finding that spurred on the burst of inventions.” On the far side of the room next to the banks of computers and the brain downloader was many various storage drawers set into the wall. One of the huge drawers slid out of the wall three ranks from the bottom which put it just at eye height. Before Osiris could walk over and look at it an arm system much like an arcade claw game swung over and picked a large metal container out of the drawer and placed it on a work bench. Walking over Osiris to the container the half demon looked around it trying to figure out how it opened until he came across a number pad. It was a lock that Osiris did not have the combination to. He didn’t want to just take a chance breaking it open and damaging what was inside somehow. Pulling out a multi-tool he went to town pulling off the face of the keypad without causing damage. Popping it off a tangle of wires revealed itself. Very slowly and carefully he spliced his way into the main informational wire. He then pulled a retractable wire down from his scouter and spliced the two together. Activating his code breaker program numbers started rolling by on the screen at incredible speeds like the U.S. debt tracker. A minute or so rolled by like this until there were three loud beeps and a decompression noise as the box let out pent up air. Suddenly the container unfolded itself at the seams and then retracted into itself until it was only a thick plate of metal under its contents with a number paid in the corner. Osiris eyes went wide as he looked down. It was junk, scraps of components all held loosely together in an irregular shape. “Computer, what am I looking at?” The scanning function opened up again, but this time it took many more swipes before showing any details. “It appears to be a highly advanced and highly destroyed android part. Specifically, it seems to have come from a shoulder and chest piece where the joint was fused together in intense heat. It seems to have washed and cleared of debris though the scorching has rendered it almost impossible to tell except by mineral composition.” “Are there any records marking the dates and times of scans the doctor did during his studies?” “Yes, many in fact. While the lab is mostly isolated from the rest of the ship’s databanks, I have been able to access most of the equipment through wireless signals. What information would you like from the scan records?” “Locate the scan that corresponds with the discovery of this device and give any information that was found.” “One moment please. . . It seems that there is only one scan that corresponds. However, the data from said scan was removed. No sign of deletion, only of removal from the main system. The most logical conclusion is that it has been transferred to a portable memory device.” WC: 1,440 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:10 AM Post #13 |
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Damn it, I don’t have time to look for a needle in a hay stack. I need to get to work on the ship. “Computer, remind me to pick up this line of inquiry after all major repairs have been completed to this ship. Also, what is the most repair objective that I should be working on currently?” “Command registered and noted, sir. I have also calculated that the Vagril would be 24% more effective in repairing the propulsion and shield energy grids if you would assist in recovering needed parts from Perses’ Fist. This would also give the largest work completed to time spent ratio of all possible alternatives.” Osiris followed the computer’s recommendation. After all, it was usually correct. Still he was begrudged to have to tear his own ship apart. He had put so much effort into learning it inside and out, to be able to repair anything that went wrong, and even making a few modifications of his own. Maybe it is better this way. I took it from the spoils of a war won by the Sairosen and it was modified by the Keliouxians so I could better serve them. Now that both of them are gone or I hold no loyalty towards the Empire I should dismantle what they gave me. Whether I like it or not, everything has broken apart and I have to piece meal it all back together. This is just another thing. The half demon was walking down the hallway back to rejoin the Vagril work crew when he suddenly felt an odd tingling sensation come over him. Every part of his body felt heavy and sluggish. Osiris tried to keep his eyes open but they refused. The most aggressive sleep came over the youth than he had ever experienced. It was just shy of blacking, but rather than fall to the floor he merely lay down and curled up even though his cognitive mind constantly fought against it. Within seconds he was asleep. . . and apparently standing on top of a mountain. Osiris looked around for a while realizing he was back on Namek and those icy mountains he had met Yasha on for the first time. He was immediately suspicious, and almost just as quickly assured he was not paranoid. An old woman’s voice spoke like a stern grandmother worried for her grandchild, “Are you insane running off and shutting out the entire universe like that?” Osiris turned around slowly. A seriousness glimmered in his eyes over top the dull sorrow. “You seriously going to ask me that?” Muscles in his jaw knotted as he grinded his teeth. “I am sorry for your looses, I truly am, but you cannot let your emotions rule you. As a prince and future king you cannot behave this way. It doesn’t matter now though. What matters is we can finally speak again, and we can help you now.” The half demon stared at the old woman. She looked like just another human, but he knew she was masking her true form. He didn’t care though. He didn’t care what she was there for, or wanted to help him with. Oh no, he had his own plans and his own mission, there would be no more intrusions by outsiders. “Let me out of this spell induced sleep. I have nothing to say to you and your kind.” “Our kind? Child, you are one of us. I know you have had a hard life, but it was for a grander purpose. You must press through it and learn to deal with anything. That is your test, this life is your test,” Helix’s voice was so sincere and kindly, but it would not be returned. Osiris spoke in a normal volume voice, but as he spoke they carried the weight of roars, “I am not among your people! My people are the heart broken and beaten, my people are the enslaved that never got a fair chance in life. You take your Akenna and keep it to your selves! My life is not a game to be played with, and its not a test to get over with and move on. Everyone I truly loved and cared for died and you would have push away those emotions? They are the only thing that keeps me alive!” The wind picked up and then curled upon itself collecting a swirling mass of snow that suddenly dropped to the ground in a small circler mound. At the center Yasha had suddenly appeared. Her eyes were glazed with the tears that poured down her cheeks. The young demon spoke in a chocked voice that was on the verge of collapse, “Please hurry up, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t hold him here, it just hurts too much. There is so much grief and rage. I can’t hold it inside me, I feel like I am dying.” With each word she got quieter and slumped down a little more. By the last word the woman was on her hands and knees whispering as if something was crushing her into the ground. That’s when Osiris realized that they must have pulled him into one of Yasha’s dreams and as such she could feel the other within her. He felt bad for her, but at the same time the sight was utterly pathetic. “Stand up girl, I live with this every day. Believe it or not it was worse the last months that I have been lost inside a sea of other beings all trying to consume me like some kind of cheap snack you shove in your face whole.” Helix was more hurried now in her speech, “Exactly Osiris, you are the one built for this responsibility! If you will not heed any more of my words I plead with you to head to Avalon. You must learn how to control yourself and that is where you will find the answers. I know you feel for these Vagril, but you must also not go to Mortoseth. The deceivers and manipulators of our kind are imprisoned there and you would not fare well in your condition.” Yasha let out a soft cry as the world around the three started to fall apart. Osiris kneeled before the ice demon and ran a gentle touch across her cheek. For a moment she stopped crying long enough to look up into his dark amethyst eyes. He spoke to her softly, “Given my future queen something for me would you?” Osiris softly pressed his lips to Yasha’s forehead feeling the icy tingle of the woman’s aura spread through his face. Suddenly Ki needles shot threw the half breed’s throat, through his face, and out his lips into their target. The Akenna jerked up in pain, and surprise. The needles had not done much, just enough to cause the pain equivalent to what a normal person would feel getting a tattoo. Still it was enough to break Yasha’s concentration. WC: 1,168 |
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| Osiris | Apr 21 2012, 09:11 AM Post #14 |
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Osiris came to from his little bout of forced sleep and picked himself up off the floor. Shaking his head clear he started walking once more towards the deconstruction zone that was his former ship. It was bothersome to know that the Akenna could simply intrude on his life in such a way. Worse than that he had felt the old feelings of seeing and being in Naamah’s presence. With all that had happened he had become deeply jade. Anymore he no longer believed those feelings were true. With all the other kinds of sorcery that the Akenna were capable of, why not this kind of manipulation? His feelings for her could have been mere illusions. The encounter also reminded him of the book that belonged to Yasha’s family. The young half breed had never even bothered to look at it yet. No time or the right mood ever struck him to study it. Studying, that set off a whole new chain of reactions in his brain. Memories of studying at the Academy, meditating at the temple, and training with Master Juku flooded his head. The thoughts just wouldn’t end. His past was catching up with him and all it bothered to do was cloud his brain with useless chatter of days lost. Osiris growled to himself as he turned the corner entering the cargo hold where Perses’ Fist was being torn asunder. Clicking some controls on his scouter he brought up a detailed blue print of the ship that showed where the various parts need to be removed from. Passing by the two others which the half breed could not recall their names they simply nodded or gave a slight hand gesture as he took his place on the far side of the ship. It was much easier now that the Vagril had managed to open the man ramp and lit much of the corridors. The map showed thirty-two energy conduits that needed to be taken out and used in the mining vessel. To try to focus his mind away from the memories he plunged into the task. He tore through the ship pulling out maintenance panels and crawling into cramped areas so he could unhook the parts needed. Most of them he found welded into the surrounding components. He used a small jet of ki at the tip of his pointer finger to cut through the combined metals. No matter how hard he tried the Half demon’s mind always wandered now and then. Every few minutes he would think about the android shoulder piece he had found in the laboratory. It gave him a sickening feeling. Somehow, if it survived the destruction of Cauldron at all if must have come from something extremely powerful. Somehow, someway it was connected to the person Osiris wanted to find. Maybe it was even a chunk of that person. Either way, clues were making themselves known, and new events were unfolding. The half demon thought about what he needed in order to handle and adapt to these new happenings. One resounding thought came to mind. I need some “friends” with their hands in everything. WC: 524 TWC: 15,083 |
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