Markofkri

You are alone

Chris watched your expression carefully and saw the fear in her eyes as she read the screen. He raised his hands, palms facing her in the hold on a minute pose. "Its ok. I don't know that code and we can just ignore it. We have control of the AI and have everything running back to normal. For the most part... I have no plans to touch any of that stuff. There is enough radiation in space that just being close to something from outside for an hour is the equivalent to an X-ray. Now that I know it has mutagenic properties I'll stay an extra ten feet away." Chris rubbed the back of his head while he thought.

Chris stood over the monitor and started typing. A moment later he slapped the side of the console. "Sorry I can't change the directive. Its part of the core mission under a level three code from corporate. The AI has to obey and no changes can circumvent the order. I think we should go to the cargo bay and wait for the transport. We should secure the cargo before a Jason gets a hold of it. Unless you think there's no danger of contamination?" All the systems here are on automatic so as it stands there is nothing for me to really do unless one of the Jason's get trapped in the gear housing for the gravity drivers. But they would have to go outside and past the AI security for that." honestly this is the most stable I've felt in the station in a long time." He folds his arms across his chest.

Chris's stomach grumbles. "Speaking for myself I'm getting kinda hungry for something not from a tube. The food from the cafeteria sounds worth the risk. On the way you can ask the AI about the time remaining until the shuttle docks." He put a a finger to his chin and looks down at the floor. Snapping his fingers he looks at the cryo room. "I can have the AI lock Jason's in rooms as they wander until you can figure out if there is a way to stabilize them. There is a manual override but the space has to have a faulty environmental factor. If I have the rooms oxygen drop to forty percent they should become too lethargic to pose a problem. We will have to feed them some how."

The Tribe

Returning to the tribe was a new experience as you saw the war machine turn the camp into a death trap. All around the encampment were new devices forge by the goblins. The orc were armored and blades sharpened ready for the kill. They had doubled in numbers since the last time and now you could feel the tension in the air.

A horn blew from the central tower and now the chief stood out overlooking the numbers of orc and the goblins with large sacks on their backs. "Now we are ready to strike first at the heart of our enemies! Tonight we will attack the rouge tribes of orc that refuse to join our ranks. Let the drums spread fear to our enemies!" The drums began their rapid beat then a steady deep tone telling everyone death was coming. The rage drive orc began to charge to the north. The goblins rode on worg running ahead as shock troops to soften any resistance.

Deillia was about to rest a hand on your shoulder but hesitated. "If I may, I will retire. I have traveled more with you then my past life. I am very weary and need munch rest." She walked slowly off to the caves. She had no challenges as the rest of the tribe was tense and looking at the central tower.

The remaining force was a third of all fighters. Gull was the first to cross your path. "You have returned. Good. The pit is ready and soon we will have a hundred new Worg like yourself! Now I just need you to take the team and after a few days rest capture a troll. Be warned it will be the fiercest fight you will ever have. You will need to wear armor. The shear strength of a troll with its talons can cleave a orc in two! No doubt The Chief will want a word with you as well."

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

The demon

Unbound the demon saw the souls still in hiding all over the house. It was almost too easy not driving a person to an untimely end. It took soul after soul screaming into the nether ingesting each one gaining strength from the screams and torment. For as each soul was ingested It descended into a universe of madness and pain. Inside the demon awaited an eternity of suffering. There was no escape.

The small girls murdered, lingering for release instead were torn from their hiding places and torn apart by a sharks mouth. Two rows of teeth clamped down and held tight onto each bite. Like a snake they were ingested whole. The previous screams died like a person falling down a well. Finally it was Christians turn as the demon chased him down and dug unholy claws into him. He screamed and struggled not from pain but from the knowledge of things to come. Every dark possibility flooded his mind until the rush of madness crushed whatever it is that makes a person hope. He was devoured like the rest head first. What he saw was nothing that should ever be seen by a soul.

The demon paused after ingesting the last of Christian and put its mind on how best to use all this new power. It rose through the floor giving peace to some of the remaining souls trapped in the floor of the house. The necklace demon looked at Eva. She needed a push something to have her don the necklace again. With this munch raw energy It knew she would be able to make another pact and this time no one would rush to her aid. This task would be a simple matter except this human had killed off her family and really loved nothing except for herself. The pact forced the demon to harm her only after a wish/desire. Blinding her would make finding the necklace difficult. Deaf rarely did anything to most people. No it needed to be something she would miss.

It returned to the cellar and cornered the two girls who tried to beat Eva. A tongue oily black slid out of its mouth and licked the top of its head. The demon grabbed the girl and terrorized her before eating the lost soul. Only one left and the void inside felt even emptier. This spirit was stained with evil and misdeeds. Only the demon took its time instilling fear and dread as the mouth extended and slowly covered her face like a dark hood filled with spiders. As she screamed something skittered inside her, this eternity just begun.

You are alone

"You were out for four hours. Take it easy you had some muscle spasms." Chris helps you to sit up and keep you steady. "I reconfigured the AI running back to normal again. Everything is back to the way it should be. The heavy lifters reported 98% completion on cutting the doors open. They should be complete within the next hour. The oxygen levels are at 75% in the rings and 85% in the central core. I made a pass code to the AI in case we needed to make changes while keeping other changes out. The code is Delta, Theta, 7, 1, 1, Blue. This will allow you to make changes or the AI to execute orders."

"The only water is in the outer ring if you..." The screen connected to the AI started to flash and a soft Notification sound can be heard. On the screen reads the following.

"Heavy lifter reached coordinates 337 by 294. Found isotope requested by Doctor Carwford. Beginning reanimation to cryo tube one. Error, required authorization code to initiate cryo tube one reanimation sequence."

"Please enter access code....."

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@Afina

Hitting the comms Iean set out a word in between coughs. "I'm fine here capin. Cough. Hack. We got problems of the critical sort." Iean sprayed some stuff that tried to spark up and some areas still holding heat. Iean shook his head as he looked at the damage. Thankful to be alive he looked up and yelled at the ceiling in Chinese. "What the devil are you playing at? You'll not get this ship without a fight!" The only thing to do now was to find a place with better air.

Making his way to the cargo hold the high ceiling would allow the lower level to be free of smoke so he headed in that direction and when the ship touched down and the doors opened the air would rush to great him. Iean didn't have to wait long to breath free. "Ah that's the good stuff." He stayed close to listen in on the damage report from the captain.

Reboot: A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf Roleplay

Johnathen Was in the kitchen of the bed and breakfast. As a country chief he could make a cake out of Bisquick and no one would know the difference. However Johnathen made things from scratch when ever the proper ingredients were around. Specializing in family recipes and own creations his style of cooking was a pinch of this with a dash of that. With a steady heat he made the best home cooked meals for miles. Never believing the need to tailor a dish to one person he loved to put a little something into every dish. Herbs were his secrete passed down from his father to son. The littlest pinch of ground red pepper made the right touch to certain breakfasts. A marinade that he soaked the meats in over night left them perfect for cooking with no basting or need to add anything else. The barbecue was something he didn't like because the heat was too extreme and in his mind burned too munch of the flavor. Lunches were fine time for fruit, not to heavy and healthy. Water was fine and he loved it either in the pure form or some cold tea.

This place had everything he could ask for and more. He loved getting the stuff together and working them in the bowel. His father told him, "Son the effort you put into the food is part of the flavor you get out of it." Working in the kitchen to provide this simple truth to the pack was its own reward. In the heat of the kitchen Johnathen never lost the smile showing he enjoyed his sense of community and the faith they placed in him to stand with them. The time for food was soon approaching, stove was hot, and he had a lot of family to feed. No need to call them the smell would do that fine.

The Tribe

Four days and three nights later a group of ranger orc found you. The sun had just climbed over the horizon and parted from the land. The sky was a light grey and a mist was retreating into the woods. From the plains you watched a small band coming through the two foot grass. The five carried the ranger paint you were familiar with. "Where have you been? Gull sent us to see if you had died. He expected you back a day ago." The orc leader looked around before continuing. "What is all this?" He motioned to the webbed people as Deillia was silently sliding down a single thread from the tree tops. "Where are the others?"

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Trying to integrate it smoothly not munch for NPC wise. You are a billionaire, check. Trying to think of something to add that isn't traumatizing and advances the story... working....

Would you mind making a second post might get some inspiration.

You are alone

Chris let her rant. It was good to get that stuff out in the open. Heavens knows he did his fair share when all this crap started to hit the fan. Some days that's all he did while hiding from the clones. "I completely understand. I can't make munch sense of this Jason business myself. Why make more then one after the first died? Why try to change him in this way?" He looks down at the floor and shakes his head. Taking a deep breath Chris looks back at you shrugging his shoulders. "Sorry. It's easy to get caught up in that line of questioning. Just glad your here now."

Chris nodded about the AI station. "Yea come on there is one in the rooms across that still works." He snaps his fingers and pull out a PDA (personal digital assistant)from inside his jumpsuit. He starts typing and hands you the electric pad. "Here just go with these commands."

Commands....Commands....Your head started to hurt and the rooms lighting didn't help any. Chris was saying something but you couldn't focus. A memory returns. Sitting at the console typing a code to access a command file. Directive from command earth,
"From director central command,
Doctor Crawford You are hereby authorized to conduct phase one of the experiment and ordered to send all data collected back for analysis.
End."
Phase one was only suppose to be single cell alteration. Phase two was animal testing. Phase three was human cell testing. Phase four was DNA manipulation. Phase five was cloning. Phase five! Prime went from animal strait to phase five and she never even had the authorization to get past phase one! The memories merge and now the whole experiments come together.

The equations to the science and the single cell tests of phase one using the element found fought off most types of bacterial attacks they were immune to the rest. you remember the slides watching a a single white blood cell attacked and assimilated the infection. Test after test proved positive. Jumping to phase tow proved less then encouraging trying to get the dosage right of the compound to animal weight was wrong then you realized the dinosaurs took it as a environmental factor. It was inhaled! you took subject twenty three out and with a tube sent the powdered dust into his lungs. After only sixteen hours did the first changes occur with increased intelligence. The rat could learn simple commands and hand signals but after twenty four hours the animal developed a a sudden case of death. The dissection proved the augmentation to an original base mammal destroyed the original DNA making the changes permanent but the body unable to integrate the new tissue safely. The new tissue was like a cancer feeding off the healthy tissue. Different delivery systems different dosages all proved fatal. Out of animals you decided to go further in the name of science. It would have to be something that was present with the initial stages of the subjects development so the body could match the new growth. Something introduced at the DNA level. You threw stuff and broke beakers as you had depleted the small amount you had of the compound. You needed more.

You came to on the table. Chris looked at you still holding the stun gun. His face showed genuine concern. "Morning. You were out for a while. Do you remember anything?"

You are alone

As Dorothy searched for things to jog her memory she looked over the partially erased equation on the board. She sat at her desk and tried to type on the keyboard attached to the shot computer. Nothing worked, even as She stared into the face of the other Dorothy the memories stayed locked. The room was eerie as the emergency lighting gave the room deep shadows. The lowered environmentals started to have an effect. The air was colder and the lowered oxygen levels made you feel out of breath. The terminal with the password screen was the brightest light in the room.

Pulling a chair from the office she sat at the terminal and started typing. Tying the code on the paper.
"Access denied."
date of birth.
"Access denied."
Favorite color with favorite number.
"Access denied."
Date she graduated from college.
"Access denied."
Personal measurements/ Numbers on the cryo tube/ Dates in reverse/ Personal SNS number/ Jasons personal SNS/ Jasons date of birth/ Jasons secrete access code...
"Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access denied. Access granted....."
"Security lock out disabled...."

Chris walked in still holding the stun rifle. "How goes the lock out?"