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I'm going to have to drop out of this RP, sorry. I have found myself with very little free time as of late, and I will only end up holding this RP back with my inactivity. Apologies again, and I hope this hasn't caused too much trouble.
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Nikolai watched carefully as Vista flew around him. He knew the AI was advanced, but he hasn't expected it's analysing abilities to be so powerful. Watching the blue orb was soothing somehow; seeing something that was as emotionless as himself was unusual. Once Vita finished, she asked, with what Nikolai thought was concern, where he would like to visit first. Nikolai thought for a moment, and just as he was about to reply he felt a tap on his arm.

Turning, he saw a gangly blonde haired youth, who proceeded to unleash a torrent of questions that bombarded Nikolai's ears. Nikolai stared at him blankly; once such an interruption would have irritated him, but no more. Blinking slowly, he offered a reply to the fast talker, the only excitement to his speech being his Russian accent. "Hello, I am Psybeam, or Nikolai if you prefer. I would ask that you speak slowly, as I find it hard to understand your accent. The AI, Vita, was going to take me on a tour of the facility. You are welcome to join us, as I am sure your questions will be answered along the way."

Turning back to Vita, he responded to her earlier question. "You are more familiar with this facility than myself. My reading on the facility did not detail it's layout, unfortunately. I will follow you, as I am sure you can calculate the best route for us to take. From what I have read about your capabilities, you seem very...." Nikolai considered for a moment. "Impressive."
Gisk said
I already posted, but I figured Fam would start the tour, as he plays Vita and also actually knows exactly what is in the base and what they are allowed to have access to.


Well I had a post ready to respond to Vita and start the tour, but I'll change it slightly so I can react to you.
Gisk said
Three hours. I know the west coast is three hours behind the east. I am on right now, I think I'll join Nikolai and Vita on the tour.


Should I put up a post first, starting the tour or would you like to post first?
Famotill said
Hey for the people posting in response to Nathan, I don't think Path actually said he was on the ground. His powers are kept in check, by a sedative, but I don't think it made him fall or anything.


He did in the final lines of his last IC post. For my next IC post, I don't want to make a little short response of me simply responding to Vita, so is it alright if I control her a little and simply get her moving on the tour with Nikolai following?
Posted. Fam I assume you control Vita, so you are the one I'm interacting with.
Nikolai stared ahead blankly, his face as still as stone. He had been lined up in a plain, unadorned room with the rest of the recruits, to await further instructions. Looking around him, he could see the shuffling of feet, the shortness of breath; those in this room were definitely nervous. The beginnings of a frown crept onto Nikolai's face. He knew that he too should be nervous, afraid, anxious, anything but emotionless. But he couldn't help it; he had oppressed his feelings for so long that the most he felt now was a twitch in his left eye. Shaking his head sternly, he dismissed the thoughts from his head. He had chosen his path, his destiny, and this was the sacrifice he had to make to follow it.

He wondered how his new teammates would react to his unnatural, robotic, state; the children in the old country had mocked and insulted him, in an attempt to goad a reaction from him. It never worked, but Nikolai knew that his old self would have been distressed by their actions. Still, he supposed, that was then, and this was now. Surely those around him would be more understanding; his mother thought so anyway. A memory of a few days before flashed across Nikolai's mind suddenly, and triggered a rare emotion. Sadness. He wrestled with the feeling, struggling to keep it under control. Letting it escape would only weaken him in the days to come; if he couldn't use his power then he was useless. Battling with his mind, he forced the feeling back, back, back into the dark corner of his body that he tried not to think about. Triumphant, he moved his hand to push his glasses back up his nose, and brushed against a lone tear on his check. He smeared the wet blob into his skin, knowing that he would appear weak if his superiors saw him cry.

Just as he finished the task, a new officer entered the room, and those around him saluted. Nikolai mimicked their actions, unsure if he was supposed to feel fear or respect for this woman. He listened closely as she spoke, only moving once to push a loose strand of blonde hair from his eye. Curiously, there was an AI named Vita charged with assisting the recruits. Nikolai had read about the new technology, and was not altogether surprised when he realised he seemed to be more like an AI than a member of his own species. Talking to Vita would be enlightening and a unique opportunity. When the speech was concluded, another officer began to lead the recruits from the room, striding with an air of authority. Nikolai decided it was best to follow him. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice his appearance contrasted with the others in the group. Quite a few of them seemed to be in full costume, while Nikolai was dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. Why they felt the need to dress like something from a comic book was beyond him, when ordinary clothes served just fine.

Finally, the group reached their destination. The reading that Nikolai had done on the programme beforehand had already prepared him for what his living space would look like, but clearly the others were impressed. Their attention was quickly drawn to the kitchen however, and the previous organisation dissolved into controlled chaos. Nikolai stood still for a moment, merely observing everyone else, noting that the majority of them had ignored Vita's offer of a tour, in favour of petting an ordinary dog. Nikolai would not squander the opportunity to interact with an AI firsthand, by playing with a common pet.

Approaching the hovering blue sphere, he spoke, his voice flat and devoid of feeling. "Excuse me Vita, but would it be possible for you to show me around the facility? I would like to get to know my new environment as quickly as possible."
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Bohaddon

The First Victory
General Callus looked around him in utter amazement. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

On every side of him lay the ruins of the famed Hightower citadel. The mighty fortress that he had heard tales about from his youth had fallen. Each block of chiseled stone had been dismantled, cast aside like little more than a child's plaything. Mighty arches, towering battlements, spiralling towers, all had been swept away in the wave of destruction that that came with battle. And what a battle it was! Callus gave a weary smile at the memory.

They had attacked in the early hours of the morn, as the first rays of pale light began to emerge from behind the clouds. In this gray dawn they had marched, trampling grass, flowers and earthworms all, leaving death were there was once life. They spoke no words, for none were needed. They knew what they faced. A cunning and wise foe, one who fought not on the common battleground, but instead hid themselves behind the thick, impregnable walls of the Hightower Citadel. The Citadel itself was the first they saw of their enemy. Even in its partially ruined state, it towered higher than any structure the men had seen, it's pointed towers reaching up into the sky like the fingers of a dying man grasping for some last hope in the clouds. It was enough to make even the strongest man have his doubts in his abilities. After all, what could they, a half-starved, half-dying force, do against this fortress that had weathered battles immemorial?

But onwards they marched, to victory or death. Long before they reached the walls, the enemy rained their hail of arrows upon them. They ran then, coursing forwards in a mad rush, desperate to reach their enemy before they fell to their arrows. They poured through those cracks in the wall that the enemy had overlooked, plugging the gaps with their mass of bodies. The blood of the enemy became their second skin, coating every inch of their bodies. Lizard after lizard fell to their blows, as they drove them further and further to their doom. Slash, stab, parry, repeat. Slash, stab, parry, repeat. The soldiers fell into a rhythm, the enemies cries the drumbeat that kept them in time. Hour after hour they fought, until at last the enemy fell, fleeing before their awesome power. They had won. The Citadel was theirs.

And now Callus stood, in the shell of that great fortress, surrounded by the memories of once was. Pulling a half-ruined stool from under a collapsed table, he gave a sigh. This was what war was capable of. This was what he was capable of. Glancing to the splintered doorway, he saw a timid messenger standing there, looking as pale as a ghost. Chuckling softly he gestured for the lad to enter.

"General Callus, sir, I have word from Bohaddon. Frewyn forces from the west are to join us in the fight against the lizards. They are expected to reach us in several days. The Ducis has also asked for a report on the battle, but I can uh....see it was a victory for our men."

Callus considered the information, and then spoke. "Return to the Ducis and inform her that we will entrench in this position until Frewyn forces arrive. The battle was a success, but we expect more resistance now that we have proven ourselves a threat."

The messenger nodded and scurried away, and Callus looked around him once more. They needed to make this place worthy of the stories told about it once again. The Citadel would rise again.
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