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Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Nice, I will post Tristans response once E posts for Ailen, E, do me a fav, don't move him yet, lol once I respond then you guys can carry him away

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

This works, I am going to go ahead and assign them the rank of T3 - they will be assigned together as Emergency Opts in Earth Tower to start. They will work as a paired crew that helps daily with minor injuries on site in the Mines and where ever needed, as well as information gathers and interrogators if needed. They will work in tandem with security and the infirmary when the crap hits the fan. Live together in shared quarters. My next world post I will bring them in with more detail but this will give you an idea.feel free to add rank t3 and job Emergency Ops to their cs and transfer it to the cs page.

Right now I am just waiting on a couple of posts for my next big post that will bring them in.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana watched Hugh from the rafters, she wanted to jump down and run to him; to be in his arms again but she knew if she did she would never let go. Hearing his words caused her heart to skip a beat, aching slightly in her chest as her breath caught. Forcing a long deep breath she opened her eyes and looked back down to him; fighting the urge to leap to him and stand by his side. “You better be! I don’t wait around for just anyone,” she yelled down after him, smiling slightly as she did.

As hard as she might, she couldn’t stay up in the rafters. “Hugh!” she called out as she quickly jumped down and landed gently on the ground below; slinging her bow across her back as her arrow dropped back in its quiver. Running to him, she leapt to him; wrapping her arms around his neck as she hugged him tightly. “Don’t forget, I’m with you,” she said in a soft voice as she leaned back to gaze into his eyes; her fingers trailing along his neck and pulling out the ring she had slipped there, holding it up for him to see before tucking it back away.

With one arm wrapped around his shoulder, her free hand trailed along his neck and with a feathers touch gradually trailed up to his lips; tracing them softly before she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him. Her lips pressing passionately to his as her breath went ragged and her body trembled softly against his. She knew she shouldn’t have jumped down but she needed to taste him again, to feel him again. She didn’t know how long they would be down there or what would happen. She had faith that he would return her and that she would be waiting for him. “Damn it, you are going to have a happy ending,” she whispered into the kiss before pulling away from him once again.

Every time she left his arms it felt like leaving part of herself behind. She hated just being away from him a few moments to take care of simple things, to be away from him now was nearly unbearable. Turning she looked at him, placing her hand on his chest. “Mine,” was all she could think to say but for them it seemed that it was all that was needed much of the time. One simple word they shared that conveyed so much more than anything else they could say. Taking a breath she turned and went back to her place in the rafters as she grabbed her pack. She wasn’t going to let anything through to harm him or the rest of the group.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

K - Gaia, Ashala and Jeremiah are still in free posting.

Srath is up and then Ailen

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

The Mor

Craig nodded towards Ailen and once he was out of the Mor started laughing uncontrollably. Gwen looked at the man like he was a raving lunatic but the rest of those working in the Mor seemed to understand at least in part why Craig was laughing but none spoke up, leaving it to Craig to do once he could control his laughter. Gwen just sat there, her face becoming more and more confused with each moment that passed. Finally she rose from her chair and walked over to him.

“Would you kindly explain just what is so funny?” she asked, demanding to know what was going on through that exoskeleton skull of his.

“I’m sorry,” he said between the laughs, coughing slightly as he tried to compose himself. “You see, Tristan has caused a lot of pain on this planet as you know. One he has caused more pain to than others is Ailen. So, Ailen just received an early… what do you Earthlings call it?”

“Christmas present?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yes! That, exactly. The man looked like a kid about to raid a candy store. It’s been hard for him and while it probably should be me escorting Tristan off world, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to let Ailen have a little revenge.”

“We can’t let him kill him!” she said worried.

“Oh he won’t, he is under order but the man might show up to X-52 a little more black and blue than he normally looks,” Craig added before he whistled innocently and went over to the security console and started working. Gwen rubbed her temples slightly as she watched the man, wondering if he made the wisest decision.

Tristans Quarters

The guards happily unlocked and opened the doors to Tristans Quarters for Ailen and Srath, stepping out of the way as they did but turning to watch the event unfold. They wouldn’t miss this show for all the credit in the GTC. Tristan had been standing watching the storm over the last few hours with a sadistic grin on his features, the man actually looked happy at what was unfolding before him. His joy was quickly pushed aside for wrath as he spun around, seeing the doors slide open with Ailen and someone who he thought he knew the mans name but was unsure at that point in time.

“Get out!” he demanded as he reflexively tried to send them out using his telekinetic abilities to send them flying; a look of disillusion and horror sweeping through his eyes as he realized that the drives were still running to inhibit his abilities. As Ailen grabbed him his fingers tried to pry away Ailens grip but it was all for naught. Ailens grip was too much for normal people but Tristan was a Talent who did nothing but push things around with his mind, physically he was as weak as a toddler. “Let me go,” he said between gasped breaths, still struggling to get free; his feet flailing beneath him as he was held in the air.

The Safe Room

Silvia glanced over towards Karras from time to time as she worked but it was clear that her main focus was on some odd device she seemed to building. “I would be careful who you speak to about the GTC in your village Karras. Someone kept the files from the Tower. Looks like we both has some rats to flush out before anything more goes public. If word of the resistance got out to the masses before we have had time to properly raise an army against the GTC we can all kiss our asses goodbye,” she said as she tightened a bolt down and grabbed a few more items that she needed from various crates or equipment that she had broken down to use for spare parts.

“If whoever is keeping those files from the Tower catches wind that you know it was the GTC that destroyed the mine they may pass that on to the GTC itself and attack you before your village is ready,” she said as she wiped some sweat from her brow. “If I may make a suggestion, the mine will need rebuilding. Find your most trusted to do that and we can train them here in secret. As you find more that you trust, then rotate them out. While you search for the rat that is,” she said before going back to work.

“I have told none in the Tower yet, the only ones that know is Marx and Gwen, I don’t know if I can trust anyone else there yet. I hope I can, I feel there is at least a few but I have to be cautious,” she said sighing deeply. Trust was not an easy thing to give but oddly enough she had told Karras one of her most closely guarded secrets when she opened up about the experimentations that the GTC had performed on her. Placing her tool on the table she nodded to herself as she lifted up what appeared to be some rather odd looking circular bit blade but it was obvious there was nothing in the room for it to attach to for her to actually drill with.

“I would suggest stepping towards the back of the room and find something to cover your mouth and nose with,” she said as she stepped into the middle of the room with it.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana listened to what was said as she sat at the bar, perking a brow slightly as Ellis mentioned that she could stay behind. She didn’t want to split up from the group but as she rose from her place and wandered over to take a glance at the maps, she had to wonder how useful a bow could truly be in the catacombs. They did not give a great amount of room for maneuverability, and with the size of the group and some of its members she could possibly have to ride on someone’s shoulders to get a clear shot.

“I can stay behind but Hugh would be an asset down there. He’s already proven that he can fight well in close quarters,” she said as she stood there looking at the map before turning and seeing that Ellis had gone back into the basement. Sighing she poked her head down the stairs. “You go ahead, I’ll keep a defense here. Someone needs to stay behind for when reinforcements arrive as well if anything tries to come after your all from this end and keep the exit open,” she said before righting herself and beginning to take a closer look at the main tavern itself. The rafters, the tables, the layout in general; she wanted to know what she had there she could use an advantage. Taking a deep breath she looked for Delia and once she found her she pointed towards the entrance of the catacombs. “Keep them safe,” she said and smiled before giving her a hug and motioning for her to go ahead.

Sana had that feeling pulling in her gut again and feared for them down there. She wanted to go but knew sometimes what you wanted and what was needed from you were two different things. Taking a deep breath she looked for Hugh, she doubted he would like her idea of staying behind alone any better than she did. She didn’t want to leave his side but she had seen what he was capable of and for all she knew he was capable of so much more. Finding him she forced a smile and rested her hand on his cheek, cupping it in her palm. “They need you down there,” she whispered as she looked up at him. “I’ll see you soon,” she added as she leaned in and kissed him softly. “I promise,” she whispered against his lips.

There was more she wanted to say, more time that she wanted to have, but it would have to wait. Kissing him once more she quickly moved away from him and removed her cloak; draping it over the bar top as she removed her pack and dug out her daggers, placing them around her belt with the silver one before looking up at the rafters and figuring it was as good a spot as any. A single step and she leapt up on the bar top before jumping and grabbing the rope that was holding up a chandelier of candles; swinging up into the rafters and landing crouched in a place that would give her a clear view of the entrance to the basement and the door to the tavern. Pulling an arrow from her quiver she nocked it into place after she unslung her bow from her back.

"Now, I wait," she said to herself as she hoped for the best but prepared for the worst.

The Plague (Dead)

“Of course not, they’ll go plaid if they do,” Danica joked as she wandered into the dining hall, glancing around at her surroundings as she laced her hoodie back around her waist before taking a seat. They had shelter for now, a wall between them and whatever hordes lay out there, food, weapons and people. It seemed to fall into place but she wondered just how long it would last. These type of holdings never seemed to last long in the movies or the T.V. shows and the sad fact of the matter was that it wasn’t usually the zombies that were the biggest issue. It was the people themselves. Even in instances where a group truly bonded and looked out for each other, there were always others that came along to disturb that peace, thinking they could just snatch it away and it would be theirs. They were usually always wrong. Human nature, no matter the situation, always seemed to be the biggest issue and the rest was just decoration for the scenario.

Looking around at the group, they seemed to be well rounded enough and thankfully were able to communicate with each other though things perhaps would get lost in translation over time. Sliding her elbow along the table, she rested her head in the palm of her hand and sat there; drumming the finger of her free hand on the cool surface as she thought. Glancing over towards Otis she nodded slightly to his earlier comment about Sean. “Yeah, probably would be best if he wasn’t on the outside. The man can climb right along-side me up a vertical rock face and not break a sweat; but seems he would just cause more issues out there than in here. I swear if I hear him scream again I am going to duct tape his mouth shut,” she groaned slightly.

Sean had been her photographer for years and she depended on him to help her get the job done but the job was different now. She doubted she was going to be conquering any mountains anytime soon or need any photographs for a travel article. Seeing the sites of Toyko without being bitten might not be the exactly what the magazine was looking for anymore. Then again, who knows, might be able to trade ammo for a survival brochure soon.

Rolling her head slightly on the palm of her hand she looked over towards Armend and smiled. “After this morning, hopefully not noodles,” she said with a slight laugh and then cringed inwardly as she thought back to Sean losing his breakfast after she killed the zombie on the way to the compound. She could gut a creature without flinching, dead people didn’t bother her; a person upchucking though was never a fun experience to her.

“If we are going to be here long term, or even have the hope of being here long term, we might want to keep an eye out for seeds when we are on runs. You know, like a garden center or a home improvement place. Somewhere we can get seeds, repair things like cement, fencing, etc. Once the stores run out of items we will have to grow things ourselves. And we have no idea if this zombie disease is going to affect wildlife, so the meat supply might dwindle quickly as well. Hate to say it but we may have to go red neck at one point; you know grow food and herd our own animals to keep going,” she commented as her finger drew spirals over the table top. “That and a way to collect and purify water for drinking. We have no idea how long this will last, might as well plan for the long run. “

Meanwhile Sean had finally managed to make it to his feet, using his tripod as a makeshift cane and eventually hopping into the dinning hall. Seeing Danica he grumbled a bit before he hobbled over to a free spot away from the rest of the group and collapsed into a chair; pulling another chair over to him he was able to prop her injured foot into it and just tried to remain quiet. He felt like a complete fool the way he had screamed earlier and the incident with the gun was likely to make him look like the weakest link, which in his mind meant that he would be first to be offered up for zombie chum.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

As the song came to an end Regalia smiled softly towards the two musicians that had joined in. “Well that was lovely, than you both,” she said in a kind voice. Ramara nodded slightly as she turned and went to place her instrument back in the safety of its case before securing it back where it belonged. Looking up at the tree for a moment she sighed; making a leap upwards and climbing back to her self-appointed post. Resting herself back down, she straddled the limb and used the trunk as back support as she pulled the hood of her mantle up and let herself relax a bit in the cool evening air.

Regalias eyes followed Ramara and she could only smile at the assassin. She had a funny way about her she thought to herself but then again so did the rest of the group. It was not truly something that could be helped in such circumstances. A rag tag bunch brought together by a simple piece of parchment posted outside a tavern wall. It was bound to bring out the more colorful of society. Rising from her place Regalia retrieved something to eat from her possessions and tossed some fruit over to Inyata before seating herself back down close to the fire; watching the flames flicker; cutting through the darkness of the evening and fading the chill in the air.

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The Mor

Gwen looked over to Ailen and smiled softly as she rose from the chair and walked over to him. “It isn’t a lack of faith in Silvia, it is a lack of faith in anyone else, even himself; when it comes to her,” she said before glancing out of the window of the Mor as the storm was breaking up. “It’s just he feels it is his job to protect her at all costs. Silvia has been through a lot and no matter the circumstances, Marx seems to think there was something he could have done or should have done differently to protect her,” she said before looking back over to Ailen and shrugging. “I guess that is the older sibling mentality in him,” she added before wandering back over to the chair and sitting down.

Gwens demeanor changed though when Ailen told her about the Jun’Krama, at first it was mild annoyance and then she laughed. “I guess that is just how some men thing but you never know. We used to have entire ancient societies like that on Earth, they eventually evolved. Who knows maybe he will, after hours with Silvia anything is possible,” she said before looking back over towards the window. “Then again, she could just put his ass through a wall and be done with it. She does have a temper on her.”

Gwen was going to continue but the elevator doors opened and Craig stepped in, looking around for a moment before spotting Ailen and strolling right up to him with a big smile on his face. “Ailen, get out of the Mor and meet Srath at Tristans Quarters. It’s your job to toss his ass onto the ship that will take him out of here,” he said before wandering over to his desk and making a few adjustments in the computer log. “Craig to security detail, Ailen will be down shortly to retrieve Tristan for transport off world, overrides have been sent to you.”

“Yes sir!” a happy duo of voices came through the com in response. Craig smiled, walking back over to Ailen before he could leave and looked him over.

“Make sure to get the bounty and toss him into the ship as well before Srath takes off,” he said handing Ailen the paper work that Srath would need at x-52 for the transfer. “Oh and one more thing, they just expect him to show up alive, they made no mention about condition,” he said with a wink before wandering over to Gwen and filling her in on what was going on.

The Safe Room

Silvia glanced over towards Karras as she ate. “Swords works against anyone, we all bleed,” she said as she watched him working with the gun. “They are always a good back up from what I have seen,” she added before taking a drink of her water. “But that was not the reason I retrieved it. Yes, your village will need help in defending itself against the GTC and yes our weapons will be able to help with that but your sword, well it is a link to your past I would think. As a civilization evolves, you don’t do away with the past entirely but find a way to keep a hold of somethings. A way to respect the past, even if it is only in spirit. Somethings need to be left in the past. Like hate, fear, animosity. Somethings I have seen in the Brax’Na should never be forgotten. Strength, skill, a will to survive. If nothing else, perhaps that sword can be a symbol that you don’t want your village to forget their past but to learn from it,” she said before looking away and closing her eyes.

“Anyways, the sword looks good at your side,” she said as she sat there, listening as the hum became weaker and weaker. As he apologized it took everything in her not to choke on the water she was taking a sip of. Her eyes opening widely as she took a few deep breaths. That was a dramatic turn of events, taking a breath and wiping the water away from her lips she looked over towards him. “Thank you,” she said in an appreciative voice before laughing. “Oh trust me, I would love to cut him open myself but even if I could, I would leave that honor to someone else,” she said before rising and looking around.

“Okay, storm is almost over, I need to do a few things before it is to get us out of here,” she said as she began to rummage around the room, pulling out various drilling and cutting items and tossing them over on the table as well as other supplies she thought would come in handy. “You know, if you wanted I could bring your sword up to date, combine it with the technology we have so you could wield it in actual battle,” she said as a thought crossed her mind. “Maybe finding a middle ground between the sword and the gun. Something your people could use that wouldn’t be a complete jump out of their comfort zone but a step instead,” she said as she worked, waiting for the storm to fade completely.

The Plague (Dead)

Danica smirked as Armend mentioned the foot powder. "I have been telling him that for years but he never listens," she said as she glanced back over to Sean. "Okay man, brace yourself, this is gonna suck," she warned as she pinned hos shoulders down with her elbows and locked his legs in place with her thighs; trying not to laugh as Armend hummed.

Sean's eyes widened as he watched Armend and attempted to scream as his wound was cauterized but could only manage muffled cries of pain as Armend worked; trying to flail bit Danica kept him pinned in place until Lonestar was done working. Once he was Danica hopped up and grabbed her bag, pulling out a first aid kit and bandaged his foot up.

"There you go twinkle toes," she said before putting her stuff back in her bag, grabbing a few more clips and a katana for good measure before looking over at Armend. "I think we need to give him the raspberry," she said with a laugh as she made her way towards the dining building as she snatched her hoodie from Sean's mouth; who was still laying on the floor whimpering.

"Bloody hell, help me up woman!" Sean grumbled and Danica just kept walking. They were safe for now it seemed, he could deal with this himself for a while.