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Jette

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PostSubject: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeFri Jun 14, 2013 3:17 pm

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Smoke rings danced in the thick air of the brothel 'Toy Box' , thrown about by passing bodies.   A sweet stench of bodily fluids gave every client an aroma to remember the place by, one that clung to their clothes and followed them all the way home.   Dim lighting shaded their faces until it was difficult to tell men and women apart aside from their statures.

It was a quiet night, rather unusual for a service in such high demand on the bustling ship.  Silence was bad for business, it made the few conversations taking place open to being eavesdropped on.   When it was busy much more could be hidden among the fray of voices.  Jette leaned against the railing on the upper floor, peering down in disgust at the lack of business.  A gang shoot out days before effectively cleared the place out and the regular flow of clients still hadn't recovered.  Two of her girls were caught in the cross fire, more business lost, and 3 others disappeared that night, either kidnapped or fled as refugees.   Social conflict was only increasing, and it was becoming harder for her to do damage control these days.

How the joint had managed to stay open and functional seemed odd to her, though could be explained by the unspoken need everyone seemed to agree on.  The need for a warm hug at night before bed, to pull one's mind away from the inevitable ending they all saw coming.  Life span was a feeble old man living in every person that ventured through Abbadon's docks.   Somehow, this fact alone was enough to keep Toy Box open.  Jette was tough but she was only one woman against hordes of dysfunctional men. 

Thankfully the most loyal of clients considered the place their home away from home, and valued the place enough to guard it.  She couldn't hire them all on but agreed to allow them 'special treatment', within reason.  It hadn't been her idea to start with.   They were taking more from her girls than what was agreed on.  She confronted the men but her courage was cut short when she realized just how outnumbered she was.  Everything would be taken from her, starting with her dignity, so she agreed to the arrangement they requested from her.  They received the girls they wanted when they wanted them, and were privy to drinks and meals.  In return they wouldn't kill her or the girls and would allow her to continue the business in peace.   It worked out for the most part, she was still alive.   So when the gang's rivals showed up to hijack the place, they kept their word and defended their territory with to the death.  Now she was down to 15 girls though and young beautiful women were very hard to come by.  Thankfully the remaining women were too terrified to go anywhere else.  At least at Toy Box they were somewhat protected.  Outside those doors they were just spoiled raw meat.

Jette was in a horrid mood, with a scowl plastered on her face that just radiated 'don't fuck with me today'. Toy Box was falling apart and she only had two hands to catch all the crumbling pieces.   It had been 2 years since she took over the house, but she was no business woman..  Her patience was drawing thin but she kept it together.  Just a little longer…

For now she rested, despite the racing of her mind over all these problems.  She broke from her train of thought and noticed her fingers went cold from gripping the balcony rail.  Letting out a sigh through her nostrils she descended the staircase and walked behind the bar to serve some lonely men their drinks.


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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeWed Mar 19, 2014 10:57 pm

Business may have been in bloom. From the front entrance, a march echoed through the bowls of Abbadon, inevitably approaching the Toy Box. From one dim, flickering light to the next, a set of figures passed through the doorway. An interminable amount of them stopped outside the door. The footsteps were lighter now as the figures stepped forward into the threshold of the house.

They were clad in armor colored like the void. The suits looked like they were made for stealth. The metal was sleek and light, not terribly reflective. The style was generic. They carried guns. It was clear enough to any common folk that these were men not to be trifled with. And one could tell they were men by the contours of the armor. Jette surely noticed the things out of the ordinary. The armor was stealth, and it was custom, nice too, probably new. More than guns, these were high tech, perhaps something new to her even. The assault rifles could shred the Toy Box in a matter of seconds. Consider that and that there were more waiting outside. These men meant business.

The smoke haze leaking out of the Toy Box also bled into the helmets through small filters on their helms. The bar lights reflected back at Jette in the visor looking over at her. The other pane was examining the rest of the structure, looking through the crowd, and eventually weaving between tables. But this one at the front, the mirror head was fixed on Jette. The rifle was held firmly in the gloved hands, the barrel pointed down, but ready to be drawn into the crowd at a moment's notice.

Faces met the visor, and some dodged away. Abbadon's scum came in the varieties of the indignant and coward. The shifting helm in the house eventually came to a stop at the other end of the bar. The visor turned away from Jette and looked back at the patrolman. There seemed to be a silent exchange. At last, a channel opened. The visor turned back to Jette for a moment before panning the entire Toy Box. Subtle breath could be heard through a comm system projecting from the helmet. The rifle was released from his grasp and left to hang at his side while he reached up.

An image was projected in mid-air near the center of the room. The thick smoke revealed a set of shifting blue beams that traced back to his wrist. It was the image of a woman, head shaven, and a bit rugged. She looked to be in her twenties. A side bar of statistics were censored from view.

"We're looking for his woman," broke in the voice. The silent hunters finally spoke out. "She's dangerous, more than your typical pirate on the Abbadon. There's a ten-thousand credit reward for anyone who can provide us with direct information to find this woman. We can discuss those terms in private, though I should let you know you'll only get paid if she's found and your info helps, so don't try to lie your way into some quick creds. Does anyone have any information that might help us find this woman?"

The comm cut out leaving only the constant breath coming from the helmet.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeWed Mar 19, 2014 11:24 pm

The warm settled air of the Toy Box grew cold and shattered into awkward silences as the men walked into the centre of the room, drawing all eyes to them. Jette's eyes widened as she watched an enlarged hologram of herself strut the room. Her knees shuddered but she stay put, breathing deeply as she watched. The thought of being caught in that moment didn't disturb her nearly as much as the dread she felt as she gazed upon a version of herself she was now unfamiliar with. Who was she anymore? She had changed, that's for sure.

Only silence followed the men's request. People were poor, but creds were no good to you if you were dead. Snitches didn't live long on Abbadon. If anyone might approach the gentlemen in arms, it would be long after they had left the Toy Box. But what their little antic did attract was the attention of the resident gang that currently had a hold on this little hot house.

"And who might you be" boomed a Kanaaji voice from behind a curtain at the back of the house. It was cast aside as he and a handful of his goons marched past the bar to stand in front of the men. Bodies scattered to the tables but looked hesitantly to the snake tank lined walls, filled with venemous types and constrictors. The gang leader was a snake sympathizer of sorts and dawned the Toy Box with his 'pets'. A Kanaaji fetish no doubt.

To'Kahn stood before the men with an automatic weapon in his hands, relaxed but also ready for battle.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeWed Mar 19, 2014 11:41 pm

The speaking visor scanner the room for any hint of suspicion. Eyes were downcast across the entire room. A heavy sigh came out of the helmet before the Kanaaji gangster stepped forward. The patrolman turned to face the voice and drew his weapon a little closer. The spokesman of the group drew for his gun as well, the hologram adjusting to another point on his wrist and still shining. The breathing from the helmet was immediately cut out and men from the outside stepped into at the doorway, now guarding it from both sides. Light cast clearer now from the outside, putting the spokesman in a glow reminiscent of a western standoff.

Fingers held the rifle trigger with a familiar firmness. There was a pause between the Kanaaj's question and an answer. Perhaps he was contemplating a response. The helmet tipped back as if to finally notice who was talking. The comm static was buzzing again soon after.

"Specialists. Privately Employed. Just doing a job. We don't want anyone getting hurt here." The black suits stood like mountains: still and formidable. "I know that's possibly not the answer you were looking for, but our employer was specific about that staying a secret. Do you have any information we might find useful?" A breathe more drawn out than the rest escaped into the mic before it was cut off again.

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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeWed Mar 19, 2014 11:58 pm

A wry grin cracked across To'Kahn's face, "Specialists huh? Hit men! Well we won't tell your secret" he winked at the other men sarcastically. His tone went from a jovial quip to a dark hate and he closed the gap between himself and the man, getting close enough to see his own face in the man's visor. "I don't give two fucks who you are, nobody walks onto Hound territory like they own this place." He scowled and looked at the hologram then.

Jette watched To'Kahn's face as he examined the close up of her face, and noticed in the next few seconds his expression change. His eyes darted towards her for a fraction of a second, but long enough for them to exchange a look that told her he recognized her. A lump grew in her throat as he turned on his heel back to his visitors.

"You know come to think of it, that girl looks familiar..", but before he could finish his sentence, a flash followed half a second later by a boom shook the house. Every glass in the place shattered, and smoke billowed out of a spot on the floor not far from where the men were conversing. Ears rang, people screamed as they clambered out of the Toy Box. The glass on ceiling lamps and the snake tanks rained down on people below, leaving a sharp bloody mess behind. Snakes were thrown in different directions, landing on tables and sometimes left impaled on broken furniture.


Jette was thrown back through the door of one of the suites upstairs, as she was watching the whole scene from above. She was dizzy as she stumbled to get to her feet and flee, her circuits singing with the screams of the other women on the upper floor.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeThu Mar 20, 2014 9:29 pm

The comm cut out mid sigh. It continued within the helmet, echoing and condensing on the interior.

"Something wrong, Major?" The chatter came from inside the helmet and stayed there on the unit's internal comm.

"Maybe, get in here. Something doesn't seem right." Mitious sighed. "Fucking mutts, if only they knew they were messing with Bulls."

"Ha, you tell 'em, Major."

"Just cover our asses if things get sour. I think the tall one has something for me already."

"Damn Kanaaji scum."

Mitious cued in to To'Kahn. The visor settled straight on him. The world outside, they appeared as ebony statues. Mitious followed To'Kahn with his eyes. The Major's attention turned towards the bar when the Kanaaj gave a sharp glance. Mitious gripped his gun a bit tighter at the sudden movement, and then the bombs went off.

"Cover!" The command was screamed into the comm, nearly muted under the explosions. "Fire at will!" The disguised Bulls unleashed hell on the Hounds and several civilians. The Militari's interests in the operation were clear to the Major; it could not fail. The scum on Abbadon were worthless to the Primus outside of finding this subject.

A skirmish erupted between the remaining gangsters and apparent mercenaries. Mitious was looking from cover the best he could trying to survey the Toy Box again.

"I need cover. I think I saw the target."

"Yes, sir," echoed from several voices followed by immediate suppressing fire. Mitious and the other man with him moved on his lead, diving for cover behind the bar.

"Are you sure it's her, Major?"

"No, but the Kanaaj gave her a dirty look before he started talking. I think she knows something. We can't let her get away. This has been the only lead we've found on this forsaken wreck."

"Roger that, sir. On your mark."

"All right, this ought to do the trick. Clear!"

"You'll regret ever setting foot on Abbadon, human scum!" To'Kahn was roaring. "No one fucks with the Hounds and gets away with -" A flash went off in the bar followed by another explosion from a grenade. The suits moved further into the bar as the Hounds recovered behind cover, quickly losing ground.

"We need cover to get upstairs. Walk the shadows. Ready... Go." The Bulls were laying down fire again. The two figures behind the bar nigh vanished into thin air. The mirage-like shimmer of their suits cut low across the bar and began ascending the Toy Box's floors.

"Get the left side. Flush these mutts out. Sometime tells me it won't be long before their friends show up."

Mitious took cover on the right balcony overlooking the curing gangsters struggling to hold their position. To'Kahn was shouting amid the chaos, barking orders to the Hounds who could hardly stand up. Mitious's stealth broke on sight of an opportunity. Head shot. The room got quieter. Sounds of retreat and surrender started to fill the room, and then a door banged open.

"Too many doors. Clear the Kanaaj from this platform. I'm going after the girl." Mitious turned back to the upper level and started forward, crouched low, looking through his gun sight like a third eye.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeFri Mar 21, 2014 6:29 pm

She knew they were Bulls from their armour tech, had been on enough missions to know the slick black suit and the way it seemed to suck light into it rather than reflect. It reminded her of a hungry abyss, much like what she thought of the Primus.

Smoke washed the second floor in a haze that obscurred her vision, but Jette pulled herself to her feet. The room was dark with no windows, in fact the entire floor lacked windows. A thought flashed in her mind though her legs were already carrying her to the end of the hall away from the stairs. A single laundry shoot and she was just small enough to fit into it. If only she had taken that oil loving client earlier in the night she would have been greased up enough to slide down without any trouble.

Lucky for her she knew the hot house better than those Bulls, and she was no ordinary house cat. A vent in the basement led to the street level and she rammed her booted foot through the screen before squeezing herself through. She popped out the otherside with relative ease but her adrenaline was at such a high she failed to notice how the broken frame had sliced her arm open just enough to spill blood. She went running towards the docks to her ship, she had to get as far away from them as possible.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeSun Mar 23, 2014 5:19 pm

Mitious ran deeper into the house with the gun sight as an eye. All of the Bulls were sweeping the building by now with the occasional pop of a pistol as the gangsters were executed or confirmed for death. The Militari worked with a unique hyper-efficiency.

The barrel of the gun burst through curtains in the upper level as servers and their customers screamed for mercy. 'Please, don't shoot' was the war cry of the Toy Box. The black helm jerked back out of of the last room. Mitious reached to his belt and tossed out half a dozen orbs that lit up and began to hover in the air.

"Look alive, we have a runner. The Hound gave her a funny look before she took off. Clyde, get the list ready. We might have snuffed out someone else hiding away on Abaddon."

"Copy, Major. You should have a visual on the drones in a sec."

The probes flared an eerie teal glow as their cores began to whine. The frequency was maddening if exposed to for a long time, but even so it needed to be heard. It was distinct to only one element in the entire known galaxy: tevaret. Echoing through the Toy Box now was the sharp shrieking of the probes as the light of their cores began to radiate through the shells. After a few clicks on the wrist, the probes shot out like hummingbirds scanning the Toy Box and radiating area.

A small blip came up on the Major's interface. He doubled back down the hallway to a vent he missed. Kneeling, Mitious looking into the vent, letting out a gruff sigh into the comm. There was a beep as a probe came back to Mitious and scanned the vent more thoroughly.

"Clyde, you have a blood sample incoming. I need a read on it now."

"Understood. Patch it through."

The probe lowered on the sample. The heat off the probe started to bake the blood drops while a series of hard light scans reached out and collected microscopic particles. It finished in a matter of seconds and resumed the patrol.

Mitious returned down to his splinter squad and rounded them up. The Toy Box main room was a mess of blood and shattered furniture. Snakes crawled over corpses for heat. Abaddon lived up to its "waypoint" reputation unfailing.

"Major," Clyde broke through the comm orders as the squad was regrouping.

"Go ahead."

"We have a match. It's the target." Mitious had the squad moving back through the hull of Abaddon to the other end of the vent at once. They were jogging, guns forward, which helped clear the way in this residential part of Abaddon. They'd meet resistance soon enough.

"I need all probes on her trail. Alpha, pull back to the docks and start a scan toward us. We'll pinch her. Remember orders. Do not approach alone. She is to be captured alive. Orders incoming now. Split up and move."

There was a change in frequency. The Major spoke up on an acute channel with his sweep partner. "Where would you go if you just saw the Militari chasing after you, private?"

"I'd get away, Major, maybe go into hiding, or try to get off this hell hole."

"Good idea, private. Let's move. She's been here a lot longer than us, so I wouldn't be surprised if she did go deeper before coming back up. The probes are picking up a few more bio trails, but that'll run dry once the wound clots. Let's try to gain some ground."
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeSun Mar 30, 2014 9:41 pm



Filthy laundry broke Jette's fall at the  bottom of the chute.   Dark red stains on the fabric caught her attention and she wrapped a piece of clothing around her wound to stop the bleeding.  

The shriek of the tracking probes shot through her in a way she hadn't expected.  It had been years since she went into hiding, but no amount of time or distance away from the sounds and sights and smells of the Militari could erase the memories she had.  Anxiety paralyzed her in the moment, made her knees turn to jelly and slow down time enough to feel the weight of violent flashbacks. The pit of her stomach froze her in place, despite the urgency of her situation. This was no time to indulge in her fears but somehow she felt tired, wanting to curl up and sleep away the impending doom.

A ladder of stacked boxes against the far wall allowed her to reach a vent that led to the street level.  Her dress was cumbersome and would surely leave a trail so she ripped it off and replaced it with the long shirt around her wrist.  

The vent was just big enough to let her squeeze through and she closed the vent screen behind her and then clambered through the cold metallic tunnel, never once looking back or stopping to listen if the probes were behind her.   The tunnel turned vertically and she was forced to wiggle her way up until a familiar scent of grease and hot metal met her, driving her faster towards liberation.

At the top the vent turned sharp and deposited her around a widened corner into the humid atmosphere of Abbadon.  Her booted feet smacked the floor as she tore away from the Toy Box in the direction of an ally's residence, she would have to go into hiding on the ship until finding a way off.
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To'Khan dove behind a table but suffered multiple shots to the thigh and hip.  Two of his closest comrades pulled him away from the frey, yanking him out of the way of flying snakes, collapsing bodies, and exploding furniture.  With arms and legs flailing he was led into the back room. If they didn't hold him back, he would have torn a few men's heads off before being brought to his death. They were a powerful gang but the Bulls had expensive weapon technology and training that trumped their small scale operation.  They needed their leader clear headed to plan a retaliation..

To'Khan gathered his wits in the room below, wincing as his brother Ro'Nar applied pressure to his wounds.  "Who the hell are these guys?" Ro' bellowed.  To'Khan said nothing and just insisted they get to safety first.

The wounds hadn't hit a major artery but were substantial and so they left the Toy Box out the back room, retreating to the Hounds headquarters on the other side of the station.  He was furious at the prospect of Militari showing up in Pataevum waving their guns around in his face.  Such arrogance.  They will surely feel the wrath of the Hounds Alliance, he thought.

People scattered out of the house and flowed onto the walkway, alarming those within ear shot.  Allies of the Hounds gathered outside the house and stormed the doors, letting loose a shower of bullets and lower tech laser weapons on the Bulls.  Many perished but those with the right equipment continuously pelted the Bulls until they were surrounded on the top floor.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeThu Apr 03, 2014 6:35 pm

Mitious shoved his squad member to the piped wall after the first shots. Only on Abaddon are the survivors of a bombing shot at again. The Major took cover on the other side, peering through the side of the helmet just past cover.

"We have resistance on our end." The Major dodged for cover before peaking again at the oncoming Kanaaji. He scowled into the comm as resistance forces started to light up their holo-maps. The Major glanced back between the private and the Hounds, spraying the Kanaaji with each glance out. He cursed into the network.

"Retreat back into the Toy Box. I want cover on the front and back. Set up behind the bar and the upper floor. Once we secure the position, do another sweep for anymore of their explosive gifts. I don't want to stay too long."

"There's more of them coming down starboard. Reminds you of Odyssey, doesn't it? They crawl out of every hole." The squad echoed the memory of their service against the Kanaaji. Their voices became grave reciting memorandums, or angry.

"These aren't the same breed we faced on Odyssey. They're dumber, think they own the place. Star moving back, leave charges on your way. They're dumb, but keep them stealthy just in case. They call this junk home, after all."

Mitious ordered the private to take his turn to retreat a few steps. While the Major covered the front, the young Roshoqan placed a charge on the walkway, and with a turn primed it. The eerie hue of tevaret lined the rings that started to turn from a pale gray to bright orange. They repeated this back into the Toy Box where the rest of the squad was assembled.

The doorways were all manned, no less than three at the front and back at a time. Mitious remembered giving the rooms upstairs a sweep. It seemed clean. The Hounds had a magic trick to pull if they were getting in any other way than the front, back, or laundry chute. A couple of free Bulls were tossing the tables up and starting to barricade themselves in. Whoever was left was at the bar, checking their equipment and mourning the shelves of shattered bottles.

"Clyde, get Alpha on that trail now. We'll clean up here and join them. I don't think anyone's getting off this ship so long as we're held up here."

"Understood. What about me, sir?"

"Clyde, for a few tons of metal, shield, and guns, I think you'll be fine. I'm surprised you'd even ask something like that."

"Right, Major, and excuse me. I appol-"

"It's fine, Clyde, just an observation. You do well, for an A.I."

"You're very humorous, sir. I'll do what I can to relocate the target. May I have additional permissions, sir?"

"Get a few more probes up looking for her. Activate a gun-drone if you get to her before we do. The target is to be captured alive; no exceptions."

"Orders received. Alpha is en route now."

Mitious peered up at the men. The barricades were nearly full now, and the Hounds were stopped outside, not so stupid as to charge back into the fight. The Major echoed a command into the squad's comm. The Bulls took cover behind the walls, barricades, or bar, and the halls around the Toy Box lit up in flame.


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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeMon Apr 07, 2014 1:40 am

"How did those cows get in here!?"  To'Khan barked through the pain of having his wounds patched up.   "Where is our team on the docks and why was I not informed immediately of their landing? I want answers Now!"  

It was an outrageous suggestion that the Hounds were caught off guard by Militari, but the proof was in their loss of the Toy Box.   Mitious and his squad effectively swept the walkways of Abbadon without so much as a blink from the patrol.  In fact even their communication was dark in response to their leader's call outs to them.   They were either dead, M.I.A., or seduced by the Bulls.  No matter all the reasons, they had a bigger problem on their hands now.

To'Khan took a breath and let it out slowly and then his face relaxed - a stark difference from the previous furrowed brow and curled lip.  

"They have my pets hostage", whether he referred to the women or the snakes none were sure.  "Those Bulls are not to leave here alive is that understood?  I want Hounds on every mouse hole that leads out of that building.  I need time to gather the others, make sure they stay locked in if not dead".  

His voice took on a chilling tone that iced all his trusted associates in the room.  They nodded in response and talked amongst each other before getting to work brewing strategies over the war table.  

To'Khan sighed and lay back on the examination table.  The air was hot in HQ and it didn't help his growing headache.  He could hear Ro'Nar and another member sending orders over their voice comms to the teams around the Toy Box.  Contain threat from all sides.  Still he could not shake the feeling that something had gone horribly awry with his dock crew.  There was a spy, a fox in his hen house.  Or were Militari just that good?  They were dressed unusual for Bulls, no wonder they didn't raise too many alarms walking in.  That was sort of the problem with Abbadon, there was so much diversity and free market activity it became challenging to filter through all the differences.  It was a perfect place for enemies to hide.

After some thought To'Khan called out to Ro, who walked in holding a three dimensional hologram of the Toy Box schematics.
"I want to speak to that Bull squad leader, get him on the comm."
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeMon Apr 07, 2014 3:26 am

"That will keep them for a while. Get comfortable, boys. Intel says these gangs have nothing extraordinary, so we're setting up here." Mitious made his way across the bar and set down a micro projector. The wire frame of Abaddon lit up in red on activation, zooming in on their location in the Toy Box. The schematics were of engineering quality, albeit incomplete. The Militari probably knew the ins and outs of the ship better than its inhabitants from a technical point of view.

"We're clear up here."

"Things are good in the back too."

"Clyde, just in case they do manage to cut communications, have a pair of droids ready to bail us out. I'd really hate to go shooting up the place," Mitious said, surveying the ruins of the Toy Box, "but sacrifices need to be made if we're to get out of here alive. The Private here needs to get home for some of mommy's cookies before he dies." The comm filled with snickers.

A Bull joined Mitious at the bar. The blade shade of the visor slid back over itself, exposing the soldier beneath the mask. At once his body withdrew from the bar grasping for his face.

"Zyero! What's wrong?" The Militari panicked, doubling back to check their comrade.

"This place wreaks!" He pulled his gauntlet from the helm and started to fan the air around him. A barrage of slurs and swears filled the comms and lasers dropped back to the floors or exits.

"Keep sharp, and no more fucking around." Mitious tugged the leashes before settling back in on the projection. Small blips on the map displayed a range on the probe sensors. The target had made it back into the main tunnels, and the trail faded from there.

The Major's visor tore open, letting in the smokey air of the Toy Box. The projection glowed sharply against his pale skin. Even his eyes filled with red. He rubbed them, and gave a snort after the first few breaths. He dodged a glance from Zyero, not wanting to encourage him.

He leaned in on the counter gazing into the schematics. The probes were remapping pars of the image and adding in new details. His eyes ran over the shaft that the target has escaped through. His brows narrowed as he ground his cheek deeper into his knuckles. She made it out through a laundry duct, of all things. He adverted his gaze for a moment for something in the background. A hand slid slowly from the counter to his side.

A knife drew from his side and slammed down through the counter.

"Constrictors," notes Zyero.

"Fucking snakes," corrected Mitious. The Major twisted the knife in the reptile until it ceased to squirm. Yet again his focus was caught with more movement behind the bar. He left the knife and went for a pistol before going around to the bar interior. Zyero backed him up on instinct.

The Bulls drew around with pistols hot, their visors collapsed with their rising heart rates. Minor shifts in vitals signals for the suit to respond accordingly. The visors withdrew and the pistols went down. There was another round of sighs. Mitious had found civilians who didn't make it out, more critters who called the dump a home. Still, he didn't have it in him to stab some whores through the head.

"We have civilians here." Mitious was sensitive to the matter. His voice was light, and at once the pistol was at his side and he was looking down at the girls. He couldn't read their faces for secrets or motives. They were scared behind the bar, he figured. Still, it wasn't safe. "They might have moved back in when we tried to sweep out. Give the place another glance over, and get the civilians upstairs."

"Major, the gang leader is on a line for you."

"Is that so?" Mitious glanced back to the bar. The room was clear. "I'm not one for taking hostages, but we have some intel sitting upstairs. Ask the girls what they know of the target. Use the censored image to see what they can give. I'll see what these dirt balls want. He's probably not too happy we busted up his crib. Poor scumbag."

The Major went back to the bar and took a seat at the projection. The Bulls seemed comfortable enough behind their barriers to relax a little. A grin started to take over Mitious's face. He suppressed it, biting his lower lip, and started nodding to his associates.

"Do you boys remember the Kanaaj officer on Odyssey who wanted to negotiate his surrender, honor and all that?"

"Was that in Charibyn?"

"We never operated in Charibyn. What are you talking about?"

"No, no no no, Major means in Odyssia, before the bombardment. We fucking slaughtered their vanguard and the Kanaaji started to panic in retreat to the city center. Major was acting like a beast all day." Mitious chuckled into the comm, staring back into the red projection, nodding.

"We have a winner. I was just thinking, remember when I got on the line with her, and she started with her terms of surrender?" The Bulls grunted in agreement. "Well I keep thinking of how worked up I was-"

"Major, you were a lunatic."

"Fuck you too, Vaito. Anyway, I still remember to this day that moment. I was thinking of Zaresh, from the Galaxy Wars series, and just how pissed off he got at Lord Galatrex for killing Plek'har."

"Geek." The Bulls were snickering again at their posts.

"Fuck you, Vaito... But seriously, how about when Galatrex gives his doom speech, and the rebels basically shit themselves. I swear to the fucking stars, that was the Kanaaji that day too. Fucking self-absorbed, just stupid aliens."

"Major, we get it, glory days, you did didn't sleep much, you had a lot of caffine, and you got all dark side on the aliens. What of it?"

"Well, I mean, should I do a Galatrex speech, or telemarketer?" Oh's filled the comms and voting commenced.

"What if they actually have something useful?" The Debby-Downer had a point to make after all.

Mitious answered appropriately. "Honestly, if they were up for negotiations we wouldn't be trapped in a box. Keep on eye on those doors when I'm on this call. Fuck head probably thinks he'll get the drop on us. I don't trust a thing these alien scumbags have to say anyway. The target worked the bar, so those girls upstairs know a thing or two, but not that ass-hat shit-head. So, what's it gonna be, boys? I've been dying to try out the new voice features on these babies." Mitious geeked out looking over the features on the suit while the Bulls came to a consensus, giggling like a bunch of frat boys ogling some girls. Dark side had the winning vote.

Mitious propped himself up on the bar, telling the guys to keep their attention on the doorways, just in case. "Okay, okay, guys, I'm going to put his end on speaker. Keep it cool, keep it cool. Okay, here it goes. Put him through, okay." Mitious set his gun out on the bar, replacing the pistol and knife. There was static on the comm system and To'Kahn patched through to Mitious.

"Is this the Bull?" To'Kahn's voice was flat, deep, and demanding.

Mitious made a selection on his system. There was silence between them for some time, but the Kanaaji got an answer. What could only be made out as a white noise on the static line, this ghastly break in the silence reminiscent of steaming sighs great engines, broke though. Mitious spoke through a voice warp, lowering his pitch an octave, and doubling up his voice with a millisecond delay, tapering off with a harsh hissing.  

Koo...shee...koo...shee... Mitious merely breathed into the mic. "Yes." The hissing faded into silence as Mitious cut his mic for a moment. Zyero was bent over the bar, fidgeting in his excitement of the act to follow. Mitious kept a hand over his mouth the whole while in between, containing his laughter as he planned the script in his mind. What Doomsday device speech would he deliver to these low folk?


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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeTue Apr 15, 2014 12:54 am



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"Marrakech Bull."  The corner of To'Khan's mouth twitched as he spoke the gang's infamous death word.  A word that had been used many times before as a death kiss - a vow to kill (or be killed trying).  Once this word was spoken there was no turning back for the individual.  His life would then be completely focused on defeating his enemy.  

"Have you ever seen a large snake take down a bull?  The Bull can try to stamp out the snake, but it only takes one bite to conquer the bull with venom. Then it becomes a matter of slowly squeezing until the bull drowns in its own blood.  I'd plan your next moves very carefully.  Oh and that woman you're looking for, by the time your probes scan every crevice of this station she'll have located a wayfarer and gotten out of here. There's no where for you to run now Bull, you walked right into a snake pit and caged yourself in."  To'Khan ignored the sounds of static and muffled laughter over the comm.  

Around the building more Hounds and allied forces gathered.  They climbed the walls, sealed up exits and began crawling into the basement and upper floor.

"Marrakech Bull, do give us somewhat of a challenge will you?"  To'Khan didn't wait for a response, disconnecting the comm link.

He turned to Ro' while drumming his claws on his face.  "Contact the Fleet, let them know we've got some fresh meat."  He paused before continuing, "and find Jette.  You know where she is."

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Sweat made Jette's skin slick and her muscles ache as she lay splayed out on her belly, wiggling along a dark corridor of pipes.  It was little surprise to her that they had found her, it seemed there were fewer places to hide from them - even in Pataevum.  The Militari was getting real ballsy coming out this far from their own territory, but then again that's what they are best at - invading the personal space of others.  A stale smell of something rotting stung her nostrils and she wretched reflexively.  She wanted to cry honestly, her days of running had been long gone until now.   After another long stretch of slimy pipe crawling she was not far from her destination and skittered out from below the street to a tucked away door.  She delivered a complex sounding knock sequence before collapsing against it.
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeSat Jun 21, 2014 1:55 am

The company had their laughs when To'khan's promise of death came through. Mitious refocused, recalling the zeal of the Kanaaji who made such statements. A phantom pain crept in his arm and leg. The Militari Major analyzed the alien's tone, condescending, foreboding, and arrogant.

Still, he considered the notion, not that To'Khan was making much sense with his super-snake, constrictor-viper hybrid. There were weirder things in the galaxy, though.

Mitious cut his mic, and split his attention between the barking Hound and his company.

"They're coming in." There was no excitement in his voice, only the cold professionalism Roshoqans knew their Militari for the most. The warmth of the room, laughter for a moment ago, became sickly and foul. Zyero's visor slid shut with a metallic ring. Orders were given at once, repositioning of barricades and the planting of explosives.

Mitious was keen to the new information, the hound giving them exactly what they needed.

"Clyde, are you reading this?"

"Yes, sir."

"Redirect scouting probes to our location and track down any signature of theirs going out for the target. They seem to be drawing their power here, so the ones leaving will stick out."

"Naturally, sir."

"Send in the droids. We're not in a dying mood. Take a direct path and fire at will. I also need you to pull at all of our resources. We need to know every wayfarer on this ship, and where they are if possible." Mitious took a deep, cleansing breath.

"Impossible," the major mumbled. Mitious drew up the holo-file of their local capital ship, flipping through settings, before pulling up the wireframe of their wayfaring key. To the scale of their ship, it was massive, about as large as their thrusters and then some. Trained to warp the ark ship in Pataevum to and from Mutandis, it needed to be. Abaddon quite easily rivaled the scale of the Roshoqan dreadnaught, but it should be impossible that a key of such size existed onboard. Paranoia skittered over Mitious' thoughts that the target would escape.

One wayfarer couldn't possibly…

Mitious nodded. He rearmed himself and moved into position. To'Khan was still running his mouth, however.

"The only snakes I see here are missing their heads already," Mitious replied, all filters down. "And the last I checked, you call yourself Hounds."

To'Khan was boasting his final challenge to Mitious when the Major began to speak over him. "Marrakech, you fucking mutt. I'm going to repaint the walls of Abaddon in your blood, and that of every dead Kanaaji you send my way, starting with the sluts I have upstairs."

The comm cut short.

"How do you know they're going after her?"

"This really isn't the time for a lesson, but we have a few seconds, tops. He looked at her funny. He knows her, plus this is his crib. He better know who's in here. Anyway, we need to get out of here, and don't have much time to play. Pull down from the upper floor, now, and get into hiding.

"Zyero, get the private and the rest of bravo out of here. Regroup with Clyde and alpha and continue on for the target. All intruders in our search, Kanaaji or otherwise, are to be terminated. Double taps all around. If we get ahead of schedule, I'm considering a purge…

"All right, everyone, that's it. We're going stealth now. No comms, no guns until it gets loud and messy. You know how to make a Kanaaji bleed. Vaito, you're on me. We have a secondary objective to attend to?"

"Major?"

"Marrakech, Vaito."

Vaito turned off his mic, his helmet drooping low for a moment. "Fucking lunatic…" The Militari were in position, behind reinforcements and the bar, covering the first floor. Then they vanished, into thin air, leaving only a high frequency whining like a television.

Mitious glared toward the back hall where To'Khan retreated. The heat of his breath began to compete with the suit's internal cooling systems, a condensation becoming more difficult to suppress. Blood was flowing hot in him, and more would soon spill elsewhere.


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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeThu Jul 10, 2014 5:47 pm



To'Khan's temper simmered as he disconnected the comlink from his call with Major Bull.  The Roshoqan was ignorant to Kanaaji culture, much less that which made up the Hounds.   He was confident in his own abilities, but his empire was made up of criminals, cast aways, and thieves.  Abbadon was a home to the forsaken in Pataevum, he did the best he could with what he was given.  Such thoughts allowed a nervousness to creep underneath his scales, reminding him that the Militari were powerful even if haughty.  

"To'Khan, we have a problem.."

The Kanaaji tilted his head towards the sound of his name, and then finally drew his gaze away from the console to rest on his brother.  Ro'Nar crossed the room and sat down at the console, pulling up several holographic displays that hovered at eye level.  Each displayed a surveryed area of Abbadon, and every one of them was a window into chaos.

There was violence in every corner of the station as Militari war droids and soldiers wiped the walkways clean with Kanaaji blood.  Lights from lasers and blasters danced through the humidity, but it was no competition.   Cries of the Hounds and their allies resounded through the station like a deep death bell, chiming in time with each soldier's last breath.  One sector by one, the Militari flooded in with plague like spread, effortlessly gunning down technologically inferior thugs.  Any resistance to the Militari was met without mercy, and even those who ran unarmed were slaughtered like lamb.   Women, children, the crippled, all signs of life were to be eliminated.   And why? There was no reason other than for the pure joy of it.  Roshoqans were like that.  

Dread washed over To'Khan as he realized that this place he had called home was falling to ruin.  He swore under his breath and leaned back into the chair, gripping the arms.

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"There's more.."
 Ro'Nar pulled up one of the screens and on it was a view of the Toy Box from a higher elevation.  

To'Khan swore, aloud this time.  

"Those sons of bitches…"

"What do you want done?"

 Though they were mostly equals, Ro'Nar  embraced his supportive role aside his brother.  

"This is getting out of hand.  Did you alert the Flotilla?"

Ro'Nar hesitated for a moment, "no I haven't.."

"They won't be pleased to find out their floating baby has been hijacked by Bulls.   What about Jette, has anyone found her yet?"

"They're en route.  What about the Toy Box?"

"Seven Sons has it now, not much we can do about that.  Besides, anyone in there will be experiencing hallucinations.  I told that ignoramus not to underestimate a snake. "
 Ro'Nar let out a short but pained chuckle, only because he had once felt the affects of the White Moss gas.  He had a particularly bad trip, reliving traumas from the past that twisted together and haunted him all at once.  Not everyone has a bad time with it, but he sure did.

The White Moss Viper emits a potent hallucinogenic into the atmosphere when it is threatened or hunting.  As little as a whiff of it can create powerful images in the prey's mind.   It wears off after a few hours, and though not lethal itself, it can drive a person to insanity if the dose is strong enough.

"Is our ship accessible?"

"They've sealed off all the street levels to the docks, and all ships have are under their control.  I don't see a way off this rock unless we wayfare out, and you know what that means."



To'Khan closed his eyes and sighed, silencing their conversation to listen to the rhythmic humming and beeping of the consoles.  A pale blue light glowed over everything, casting the whole room in a noticeable chill, and as if in response To'Khan shivered before looking into his brother's eyes.


"Get Vike on the comm."

Shortly after, To'Khan's nemesis and rival gang leader of the Seven Sons breathed a hello into the comm.
"Fine weather we're having To'Khan.  I'm disappointed to see you let the Toy Box turn into a graveyard since I was last in charge, I trusted you'd keep it spick and span while I was gone."

"We took the Toy Box from you because you were sloppy and you let your guard down Vike.  This is not a great time for pillow talk, we have a problem called the Militari and they are quickly killing us off.  If we don't work together they will take us both down and Abbadon will turn into an empty shell floating in space.  Is that what you want?"

"I have no use for your allegiance To'Khan, the trust between us has been severed permanently.  I know why you're calling, you think I'm going to let you escape with us through our waygate.  Think again."


Vike made to hang up the call, but smiled when he heard the desperation in To'Khan's voice.  He knew just how to manipulate him.

"I know what you want too, Vike. What you've always wanted.  I know where she is, Jette is with her now and my people are closing in on them both.  If you let us die, that opportunity dies with us.  Think twice about your next move Vike.  We don't trust each other, that's no secret.  But we can both benefit from this.  Forget the Toy Box; you're clinging to a ghost.  Abbadon is lost and whether we get it back is still yet to come.   Now we need to survive and we need each other."

To'Khan waited as he heard the wheels turning in Vike's head. "So you don't have either of them in your custody at the moment."

"No but I know where they are, we-"


The line was disconnected, there was no deal.  Much to To'Khan's dismay, intimidating his enemies didn't always work.  He roared and smashed the comm down on the table and then flew from his seat, marched into the armory and began pulling guns and grenades from the racks while simultaneously stuffing ammunition into his gear.  

Ro'Nar and a handful of soldiers followed suit, arming themselves.  "What's going on?"

"Vike won't help us and what's worse is that I think he's going to go looking for Jette and 'Her'.  If he finds them and leaves, we will die here."

"You mean the.."

an awkwardness touched Ro'Nar's features.  He alluded to something that seemed hard to talk about.

"Yes. Now get yourself ready, we're leaving this shit hole."

"Where are we going?"

"To Seven Son's waygate."



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Jette's vision cleared as she rose in consciousness.  Her back ached as she oriented herself on the small bed, taking a deep breath.  The wound on her arm throbbed and her head was splitting in two, but those sensations faded as her mind was brought back to the situation at hand.

There sitting in a chair was Troi, with her long legs and strange skin she was neither kanaaji nor human but a mix of the two.  She was hunched over a table, putting together the pieces of a rifle and tapping away at a screen furiously.  When Jette awoke, Troi rose from the chair and grabbed a cup of some kind of warm liquid, bringing it to her companion.

"They’ve come for you after all these years.  We were so careful too."

"Obviously not careful enough"
, Jette grunted as she sat upright.

"You wouldn't believe  what they've done, there are bodies everywhere.  It's a massacre out there."

"We have to leave before they find us, we're not safe anymore here."
 Troi buzzed around the small cubby hole of an apartment, pulling together necessities into two bags.

Jette just sat there, staring blankly into the wall ahead of her.  "I saw who I was Troi, before Thion.  I looked into my own face and I didn't recognize myself.  I don't know who I am anymore."
 Tears broke over her eyelids and streaked her cheeks.  Her heart pounded, her palms grew clammy.

Troi stopped mid packing to look at Jette, taking note of the heavy dark bags under her eyes and the stressed look in her face.  She was falling apart and this was a particularly bad time for that.  Troi crossed the room and grabbed Jette by the arms.  She yanked her into a standing position and shook her violently, making Jette resist as she sobbed like a child.

"Pull your shit together Jette, we will die here if you don't.  Everything we've worked for, are you going to let these Bulls take that away from us?  If you don't snap out of it, Eidos help me I will end your miserable self right here and now."
 Troi peered into Jette's face with those big ominous eyes of hers, they never ceased to creep her to the bone.

"What are we going to do?"  Jette's voice shook as she approached one of the bags and peeked inside.

"We have to find Vike, he can get us out of here."

"No. NO! I can't go asking that asshole for help, not after what happened."

"I don't care what grudge the three of you have going on.  This is it Jette, are you going to live or die?"
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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeSat Jul 12, 2014 1:24 am


The air in the Toy Box began to resemble the vacuum of space; such was the silence that surrounded them. Only in his suit, Major Pegul could hear the pulse of the heart monitor. Faint at first, with nothing else to sense it became louder, piercing through the visor. The seconds ticked by when the spike in volume seemed so loud that it might echo out into the hull of Abbadon and expose him. There was a shuffle to his left, and Mitious's head jerked to check his flank.

Nothing...

The shimmer of the nano-skin cloaks was vaguely visibly in the shifting air, still thick with a smog of gun fire and smoke illuminated under the dull neon lights. In a blast, the shimmers scattered toward the exits in a charge. The Toy Box began to explode as Bulls breached it from all angles. War erupted in the entire block. Gunfire, grenades, and the hideous whining of tevaret consumed all in Abbadon. No number of screams could overcome the reckless fury of the Militari.

The Major led a stampede through the back. It became unclear to him if the lights had become dimmer since his time in the Toy Box. The light from the Militari blasters rippled through the air, the heat passing through the suit and over his face. Sweat dripped from his nose.

Breaching the back alley, Mitious made his way through, his stealth field falling. Each Kanaaji corpse along the way was shot through the head, whether they were already tapped or not. A shimmer followed behind, straggling a few feet behind and stopping, frequently and erratically.

The tumult brought by the Militari was headache inducing, as it should be. Growling in his helmet, Mitious picked up his pace down the hall.

"System Home. Select music. Select playlists. Select 'Blitz'. Set volume: Thirty."

"Now playing 'Blitz'…" The feminine voice of the suit's systems echoed in the helmet a moment before the music began to play. A mind shattering riff shredded all sense of peaceful ordered thought, ushered in by a din of drums and shrieking critical acclaims.

A melodic static of screams echoed between the walls, blending imperfectly with the sounds of slaughter in the streets, with the Major marching to his beat.

The open streets ahead flashed, as if lightning struck at each pull of a trigger. Mitious continued to flinch and blink behind the desensitizing filter of the visor. In the distance he could hear the gunfire and a strange bellowing. It was as if the station were in motion, though Abbadon had been slain, dead, for years before Mitious existed. When the fighting ceased, for the few seconds it did, the howling was clear and undeniable, the resurrection of a beast. Or perhaps worse: an awakening of that which cannot be killed.

It felt darker now, colder. Mitious whipped around to the way he came from, firing before his laser sight could even reach on point. The red beams trailed down the alley to the back of the Toy Box, some hundred feet away. Like a dye in water, the path of the lasers floated in the air, breaking apart and dissolving as he breathed them in. The gauntlets on the rifle eased up before tensing again and refocusing a few feet from the wall, the red beam scattering like a disco ball on contact.

The beam reconfigured against the dull gray armor of the Bull as the field's shimmer dropped. Lights from the visor and shoulder pylon lit up. The soldier's focus seemed split between the Major and scene ahead. A moment later the visor collapsed. It was Vaito.

And still, the laser didn't move.

Mitious' helm collapsed, the music still playing. Vaito spoke, but failed to overcome the obnoxious noise. Mitious muted the system.

"Vaito, what?" The Major's face was gleaming with heavy sweat. His hair was soaked, and streams were trickling down his cheeks, nose, and lips. Quick lashes of the tongue sought to clean away the body's tears of panic before they started to itch on his upper lip. Even with the light offset to the wall behind him, the Major's eyes were dilated. Mitious asked again before being hushed by Vaito.

"What is it, Vaito?" Mitious matched Vaito's volume this time.

"They might hear you." Vaito nodded behind Mitious. Very quickly. Just a single nod. And his eyes did not waver from the sight of his light.

Mitious steadily turned with his gun first. The red beam brushed over the alley wall. There was nothing in sight but corpses. Mitious' face began to grimace at the taste of death, seeping through his nose and mouth down to his stomach.

"They're all dead, Vaito." Mitious was grunting to get the odor out of his body, through his breath and words alike. They were crawling in him now, in his veins and head, the souls of the dead and vengeful. "No one's alive, Vaito."

Abbadon roared then. Mitious, alone, jerked his rifle to the length of the alley ahead towards the streets, the vison reforming at once.

There was an indescribable change of atmosphere. It was even darker now, but also lighter above and around him. There was no more flashing of lightning in the distance, just a flux of space, waves and spirals reaching out to Mitious from an infinite indefinite source, yet feeling so close in space. It was bitter tasting, metallic, more death and blood.

Mitious glanced back to Vairo, and again at the blank wall. There was a Kanaaji corpse instead in his place. The barrel of the assault rifle corrected its aim and shot it through the head before looking forward again.

The light emanating from Mitious moved ahead, fractal beams and the echo of music fading behind him against a gray still mass in puddle of red.

As he neared the end, there was a spasm in the mass, fizzling, and sparks. The soul reached back to this universe, under stress of seizure, to become one with its shell again. Then it was still again, and the husk sizzled and smoked.

The mounted light traced back through the dark alley. There were more bodies now near the opening of the street. Mitious reloaded, once, twice. More masses pulsed from the super speed punches of lasers. He saw it in detail, the futility of their bodies, even at the thickest masses of skin and bone. Skin began to dry, crack, crumble, and collapse under the heat and pressure of the oncoming beam that would incinerate all organic tissues within proximity, rending it lifeless, destroyed. The destruction echoed to every connected fiber, vein, and nerve, in a superheated gel that was once the brain, now a corrosive fluid spilling over the body and melting it like boiling water on a pile of snow. He felt the burning in him, and envied it. What he'd give to have that now…

Mitious was limping now, and replied heavily on the strap to keep his weapon in place. His left limbs were weak and aching. It became difficult to aim accurately with a weapon. For every charge burnt, he encountered no resistance or retaliation. Aiming the light was still reasonable.

He didn't understand. He heard them now. Whispering from the walls, from the stars… Their voices pierced the veil of endless dark and penetrated the thickest walls: of metal, violence, terror, or blood. He couldn't comprehend them, but he knew they were coming. Closer now, closer…

Searching.

They were in the cracks. At the corners of the streets and walls, they could be seen just beyond reach, rushing past. They were so large, but moved like rats, and sounded…slippery and vile. Mitious' stomach began to churn. His vision stretched wider, a peeling back of the eye lids and skin, and spreading of his cornea. He saw things as deer did, from all angles, all at once, bending and distorted in the concavity of his eye lens.

They were in the walls. They were breathing, in the walls, the walls. Like worms, they slithered their way through the metal hull of Abbadon. He saw them in the wall, projected as if on a screen, yet vivid, as if alive behind glass. They squirmed with fury, frustration, and fear, their bodies in spasms only to move inches at a time in panic, going no further than the barrel of the gun.
With each undulation of their bodies there was the sound again, the pulsing howl that chased after them, becoming louder and more frequent. The light ahead was brightening to a point of blinding the Major, just at the alley's exit point.

The closer he came, the louder the howls became. There were wolves at his heels, vicious and deadly. His marching limp became quicker, a hopeless hobbling, half spirited in this haze of ash and death. The drone becoming a shrieking cry, like baby in the pyre, a sound so unbelievably human it brought the body and mind to ruin. It was piercing everything now. Mitious ordered the volume to turn up, 40, 50…maximum. The dial wouldn't turn any more, and all he could hear now that was freakish cry that dwelt in his heart and the mind scarring shrieking of tevaret. It was behind him, in the walls, in the floor, and ceiling. It was chasing him now.

They were in the walls reaching for him, shapeless beings that did not belong here. Their hands took form as they stretched through the seams of one reality's fabric to the other, the plane of existence conforming to their images that felt so strangely human. Their hands began to form in the ceiling and then the walls.  And soon from the floor, like a wave, rushing forward, a shadow of a thousand tiny hands threatening to grab hold and drag you under, coming forward and then seeping into the sand with the retreating tide, only to come closer in the next one, and the next one, and soon failing to retreat, just rushing forth, coming to get you, coming for you, to drag you under, drown you, end you.

Mitious ran for his life, gun held by a strap, his every ounce of energy going into ignoring the phantom pain and escaping certain death.

But then he was staring at the ceiling.

The air became hot and red on landing, a sharp pain jutting into Mitious' side. Light and thunder surrounded him and he surrendered to absolute terror and curled in on himself. He sat there, helpless, as the darkness and shadow of hands enveloped him, and then he saw it.

A shape that could only be described as a giant eye looked down at him through the ceiling. It was out there in space, coming closer, the bulb of the lens phasing through and threatening to obliterate him. But only threatening, looming over and playing games with his frailty and insignificance, staring, judging, and taunting, all with a hostile intent that was coming, always seen as coming, and yet so far…but so close, out of reach and yet an inch away from complete nonexistence.

The pupil narrowed and looked right at him. And he saw it, and it reflected in his eye, and his eye reflected in the sheen of the Eye in the Sky, and back again in infinite loop, yet forever trapped within the confines of its infinite space. His existence screamed for mercy. Mercy. Not death, but to have never have known, to never have been, to have never have had this possibility as a reality, wishing for a reality all its own without him, this paradox that could not exist if not for his belief in it, if not for this moment's experience and the imagination of the human mind.


Then the pupil of the Eye dilated, black, and enveloped the entire space of Abbadon, of the universe, of his reality, and became nothing.

Some feet from the exit of the alley, there was another gray, still mass that escaped the notice of everything around it, just out of reach of the light from the fire in the streets.
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Name: Jette Wilde
Species: Human [Cerunian]
Current Location: Lost in Space

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PostSubject: Re: Lost in Blood Lust   Lost in Blood Lust I_icon_minitimeSun Jul 20, 2014 12:04 am



"I'll lead, Ro'Nar you take the rear, the rest keep a tight cluster and watch our sides.  We don't have a lot of time.  We move as one.  Let's go."  Little time was wasted as they clipped gear in place and loaded their rifles.   Their bodies hummed close together like a protective web, but when they opened the doors a blast of heated metal mixed with blood swamped them back towards the building.  

Pirates, smugglers, thieves, criminals - so many had taken cover in the folds of the smaller alleyways, raining bullets on the Militari as if they were throwing cotton balls.  The reality of the fallen station hit hardest when battle scenes in the alleys came into view in between buildings as they traveled the back tunnel that stretched the entire perimeter of the station.  As they walked with light feet,  the tunnel towered around them,  shrouding them in tar thick night to live up to it's reputation for swallowing travelers into it's crevices.  

Every alley shone into the back tunnel a picturesque display of murderous silhouettes as Bulls and their war droids rampaged the streets.  It made them feel removed from the fight to only witness shadows of death.  Kanaaji, though fearsome in war, did believe in survival above all.  To'Khan and his kind simply could not fight the power of the Militari.  At least not on that day, and not with those weapons.

Abbadon crumbled around To'Khan with the delicacy of a house of cards.  When he looked at the damage, the destruction, the death, it was an honest wonder how one  person's presence on the station could weaken it's entire structure.  And this had started long before the Bulls found Jette on Abbadon.  Oh no, it began the moment she arrived with that.. thing.  No matter how hard she might have tried, there was no hiding forever.   More than anything she was a magnet, drawing conflict to herself with uncanny frequency.  Even as she stayed hidden on the station for so long, her reputation at the Toy Box  was suspect from day one.

Like rats, To'Khan's team slithered along the back alley with haste, until they reached the alley besides Toy Box.  They all stopped at To'Khan's command as he leaned his face around the corner for a better look.  He froze instantly, and the feel of his ice cold body alarmed the team, making them shift in place uncomfortably.  Ro'Nar wiggled his way to the front of the group and nudged To'Khan without words.  What had his attention?

When To'Khan looked back to his brother, Ro'Nar felt a pain surge through his body, seeing in his eyes immense grief.  They switched positions deftly, and his eyes grew at the sight of possibly hundreds of dead Kanaaji lining the side of the Toy Box.  Limbs, organs, exposed flesh and gushing blood painted the metallic structure of the alley, telling the story of the dark sickening monster inside of every Roshoqan.   His hate for them spiked, but his heavy breathing was calmed by the touch of his brother, who laid his hand on his shoulder in recognition of his pain.   He cried for even his enemies, the other Kanaaji that they had grown to know as their opponents in the gang wars on Abbadon.  

What disgusted him more than the mountains of bodies of his kin, was the remaining team of Bulls who staggered like lost kittens as they hallucinated off of the White Moss.  Normally this scene would have struck a humorous cord within Ro'Nar, but the ball of fire in his belly singed any such feelings.   He was beyond anger.  Ro'Nar jerked forward instinctively, pulling his gun up to his chest as if he were about to run into the alley and plaster their guts into the alley walls.  To'Khan yanked his brother back and breathed shallowly against him, fighting his own urges to unleash himself.

"This is not the time to act in rage.  They will suffer a worse fate.  Don't fret, for we will make them pay.."  To'Khan recovered his position at the front, and Ro'Nar faded to the back, his shoulders tensed with burning sadness.  They crept one by one, tearing their eyes reluctantly from the alley's death toll.

The trouble with Abbadon was the shortage of multiple passageways on the ship.  Those with the same idea of escape were bound to bump into each other.  It was no surprise then when To'Khan spotted two crouched bodies just short of the Seven Sons base.  They were whispering in the dark, arguing about something that ended up drowned out by the echoes of battle near by.  Before the two knew it, To'Khan and Ro'Nar descended on them like stalking predators.  A struggle erupted between the pair and the team, but being outnumbered, they quickly fell to the group's control.

"I thought I smelled your wretched scent.."  Ro'Nar spoke through his teeth as he exposed one of the captured's faces in a light that was cast from a pulsing red light high above their heads.  Jette yanked on her restraints, trying to free her mouth from the hand that clamped onto her face.

To'Khan approached Troi, who thrashed around so much it took two Kanaaji to contain her.  He pushed her face around in different directions, getting a good look at her features.  "You're everything he said you would be, but you still give me the creeps.  Where did you come from that you look so much like us, and yet just as much like them?  Did your mother trick a Kanaaji into bedding her?"  The group chuckled.

To'Khan made a gesture towards the back door of the base, the only unguarded area as the front of their house was being bombarded by a formidable group of Militari. He moved confidently around, a marked difference from the apprehensive movements of his team who had never been there before.  They looked over their shoulders more, stepped lighter than he did.  

To'Khan instructed his engineer to attach a penetrating explosive onto the outside wall besides the double doors.  Seconds later the wall was pounded inwards and through it they crawled over molten metal to infiltrate the space.  

It was dark inside as they wormed along, until a shower of bullets rained on them from above them where a second floor loft overlooking their position came into view.  To'Khan was tense and had let his guard down enough to be surprised.  He lost two Kanaaji for this mistake, while the rest of them dove behind storage units.  Shouts followed and the fire drive them along the wall to an adjacent room where they sunk to the floor and crawled the rest of the way.  Jette and Troi already in restraints were dragged, but both fought with kicking feet and disorienting screams trying to get away.

In the second room they avoided an exposed area where light was beaming down on the floor through a hole in the wall.  Moving through the dark was difficult, but the team pushed on following their leader as they ascended some stairs.  Four stood at the bottom to send a wave of gun shots back towards the first room where the opposing gang members had been bottle necked by the small doorway between the rooms.  Once up the stairs the team crossed a wide walk way and burst through a door To'Khan seemed eager to reach.

Sure enough, standing there in the glowing light of a partially formed waygate was Vike and two of his brothers.  Every gun pointed in every direction, like a guillotine blade suspended on it's way down.

"HOLD YOUR FIRE" Vike bellowed, his voice ringing off the warm metallic walls.   All was silent as everyone was sized up, and Vike finally met To'Khan face on, walking slowly to see his face in the dim lighting.

"No funny business Vike.  This station is going down and we're all dead unless we go through that waygate.  There is no honour in either of us dying like this, to the hands of Bulls.  We both deserve a better death than this."  To'Khan felt every muscle in his body tense.

"You have nothing I want To'Khan, and you lost your right to an honourable death long ago.  You deserve nothing but to have your head on a spike."  In response to Vike's words, his men began to narrow in on the others, ready to shoot.  But To'Khan knew Vike better than that.  

He motioned for the two Kanaaj restraining Troi to push her into the light, where she stumbled into place before pulling standing upright.  Vike's whole body stiffened, which caught Jette's attention.  She noticed the hand he held a pistol in shook and he took a deep breath to calm himself.  What was he thinking?  She twitched her eyes back and forth between Vike and Troi.  Jette knew why Troi was precious cargo, but how did he know?  Neither of them had ever breathed a word about their past.  She said nothing and just watched as the situation unfolded.

There was a tension across all of them. How Troi managed to stay calm and even appear confident made Jette admire her, even borderline envy her.   Vike stepped closer, obviously enamored with Troi, but was stopped short when claws reached out and pulled her back by the Hounds.  "You want her?  You take us with you.  We can resolve this fight on the other side of that waygate if you wish, but you aren't going anywhere without us.  You either take us all with you Vike, or you all die."

Jette felt dread drip into her stomach, awaiting the inevitable bloodbath that might follow.  Vike made a face that suggested he might risk a fight to get Troi in his possession, but hesitated when To'Khan himself pulled Troi against his chest and stuck a blaster pistol to the side of her head.  Jette screamed in anger, but was hit across the face and silenced.  She tasted blood in her mouth and spit it to the ground, and then met eyes with the pathetic faces of squabbling men.  She saw red boiling blood beneath her eyelids, anticipating the next move.

Then something unexpected happened.  Ro'Nar switched the lid on a device in his hand and held it up to show a red glowing light that whined until it turned green.  His thumb moved to hover over the large green button and To'Khan glared at his brother.  "What are you doing Ro'Nar.."

"Shut up" he spat back.  "Vike if you don't take us with you, this entire station will be sucked into space.  Everything we've called home will be destroyed and you will have no where to come home to."  His hand shook, the result of desperation and extreme stress.  

"There are explosives along the back alley across the entire perimeter of Abbadon.  One click and a hundred holes will be punched through the hull.  How long do you think you can hold your breath in space Vike?"  

Kanaaji from both sides exchanged glances nervously, but they were all trapped.   As his final words cascaded the room, the waygate hummed in it's completion.  If Vike jumped through it now, he would lose Troi, the Seven Sons Base, he would lose all of Abbadon.  If Kanaaji could sweat, he would be dripping bullets.
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