<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Location: Ticonderoga class assault ship/ The Hell inside<br/>Tagged: The Devils in I/ Tomyris<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><i>"Anyone please…anyone please…"</i>The words rang inside of Donovan's skull the voice slowly changing into one he was familiar with.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"Anyone please…anyone please…"</span></i>Burning orange eyes veiled by the reflective black visor trembled and jerked in all directions as though they were having a fit.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Hmhmhmhm. Such a lovely sound isn't it Donovan? The finally pleading of an already dead body that has yet to catch up to it's own demise. It's like her isn't it?"</span></i>A voice not unlike Donovan's, but still different, colder, less human filled his head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500"><i>"Silence. You are not real."</i></span>Donovan dismissed the voice coldly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>"Who told you that lie Donovan? You know just how real I am. I am the darkness inside you. That sickly, dying, cancerous THING you try to hide from the rest of your crew. You know exactly who and what I am Donny. Don't deny me my existence in this place, you can't be that cruel, can you?"</i></span>The similar but different voice taunted.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"I told you to be silent"</span>Growled Donovan.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>HmhmhmhmhehehehehAHAHAHAHA!</i> </span>The voice started laughing, quietly at first but slowly growing in volume until the sound was a physical presence pressing on Donovan.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>"Why are you so angry with me Donny? Is it because I know?"</i></span>The last words were an accusing whisper that ripped through Donovan. His face contorted into a grimace of rage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500"><i>"That was you! YOU DID THAT TO THEM NOT ME!"</i></span>Donovan roared in rage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>"What happened to me not being real Donny? If I am not real how could it have been me that did that to them? If I am not real then it could have only been you that ghosted those 716,823 souls on the Taimien Space Station. Men, women, children, elderly, you're own allies. If I am not real then you are the one that killed them all. But you have never had a problem with killing before have you Donny? You had a pretty decent body count before they cut me into you."</i></span>Images of the Taimien Space Station flickered through his head. Thousands on thousands of bodies floating dead inside the husk of the station, killed by the sabotage that they did and the explosives set to breach over a hundred points on the station's hull. The unit was after only seven men who had hidden on the station.<b><i>They</i></b>found the fastest solution to get rid of the problem the fastest way possible and leave no chance of escape from the group that they defected from. No chance to spill the secret horrors that were being preformed on everyone involved.<br/><br/>Donovan just growled at the voice to angry to reply with words. He was right. If it wasn't him then it was Donovan that did that.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>You let me out to play recently. We did it again, after gunning a few of the bastards down. It's so easy to let the cold, efficient vacuum of space take the lives of those simple minded sheeple. Just livestock waiting to be slaughtered, bleating helpless in a desperate attempt to be noticed in this careless life. Only use strong ones deserve to survive Donny. You know this, so why do you stay with these people and keep me locked away?"</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500"><i>"Simple, we are no longer part of <b>That</b> and you are just a means to an end when shit hits the fan in the worst ways possible. VH24601JV died in combat on Treexin during that famously botched mission that claimed the lives of an additional 63 'assets' that day. You are a ghost who only exists in my shattered reality. Now silence I have more important things to do than be haunted by myself."</i></span><br/><br/>Silence. Sweet glorious silence that was shattered by a kind, familiar voice. "Yeah, I went though all that trouble of fixing it up and I am not even the one to play with it first." He joked back with Riz. The entire time he was inside his head he was following behind the younger woman and reached the locked bulkhead. "Oh it will be my honor to force this open. I have a bit of pent up aggression to vent." He said with a malicious grin  hidden behind his visor.<br/><br/>Floating to the door he stood and activated the mag locks on his boots. With his legs squared he drew his combat knife and ran the tip along the seam of the doors. Stopping suddenly he turned the knife perfectly perpendicular with the door and taking the handle in both hand shoved it into the thick steel. It slid in with what looked to be complete ease. Wiggling the triple blade about a little he  made a small hole in the metal, large enough for him to fit a couple finger from each hand into it. Sheathing the knife he dug his fingers into the hole and with a grunt started to pull the doors apart.<br/><br/>The whole slowly began to widen, showing that the place Donovan stabbed his knife in was a small gap between the teeth of the interlocking door seams. Metal creaked and groaned and he pulled harder. A strong static started to screech inside his head as he activated the implants in his body to augment his strength. The groaning of steel grew louder and soon Donovan was able to get all of his fingers on each and into the slowly opening gap between the door. The screeching static grew louder and soon the haunting voices of the damned joined the groaning of the metal doors. Gritting his teeth together Donovan pulled harder still feeling the strain on his muscles starting to take hold. Ignoring the pain and cranking up the output of the augmentations he felt the muscles beginning to tear as he pushed his body well beyond it's already impressive limits. "RRRRAAAAAHHHH!" With a defiant yell that could be heard through his helmet Donovan gave a final burst of effort and with a series of sharp metallic snaps the mechanisms holding the door in place gave way and the door glided opened to the fully extended width of Donovan's arms. "Door...is...opened." He said though heavy breaths. Letting his arms fall limp to his sides he let out a shuddering sigh. He was going to hurt later from that. But at least this time he hadn't completely torn something or worse, broken a bone. "Let's find out what they were so eager to keep locked away Riz."