Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown
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				Title: <strong>Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 05:20:53</strong>
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				The Shipwreck was the last thing that the two women and their fellow companions had seen on their way in. It was a designated area of space between two separate planets, a place where the human colonist had lost quite a few crafts in transit to meet the two different species they had learned of. The crafts were all derelict, and most had already been replaced, ever since the peace accord between the three races. The Shipwreck Zone was never cleaned out and used for scrap metal though, it always just lingered drifting in space, as a reminder that it was truly a situation of Us versus Them.<br><br>Either way, the ship was now in the appropriate distance of the Sector Warp Point. This entire leg of the journey would have been unneeded normally, but a coffee spilling over the command console at Head Quarters proved to much work to fix in a few short days. Already the Sisters and their companions were behind schedule, at least the normal schedule for a job like this. The Gate Porting was always a fickle system, or at least in process it was, with most participants having to be held in captivation for a period of a few days until the side effects wore off.<br><br>That would not be the case this time. <br><br>The two sisters had been hired in for this with express knowledge that no one knew exactly what was going on, and out of the ten participants, they had been given the designation of Alpha Unit. Their goal specifically was to discover what exactly was going on with a local Gate Port that had been malfunctioning. Rather than being able to send people or receive people, it was just simply receiving them and trapping them on the planet until a ship came by to pick them up.<br><br>At long last the outpost went completely quiet, and all communication with the staff and travelers went dark. The instant they stopped receiving communications, and realized it, they assembled a team and now they were approaching the drop point. Not wanting to risk a chance jump between two malfunctioning Gate Ports, the ship's crew had come close to the planet and was preparing to teleport the hired hands down.<br><br>Prepped and decked out, the group of 10 had been given as much information as the Federal Edenist Counsel was willing to give. The planet they were going to was one of the few shared planets between the two species they had come to call Angels and Demons. More specifically, the planet was only one of two where both races worked on technology and testing zones. The closest outpost to the Human settlement was a Demon base named in a foreign tongue, but affectionally called "Augment" due to its primarily function as a place of research and development in Augmentation Technology.<br><br>In short, they were going into possibly hostile territory.<br><br>While the two races did tolerate the humans, they had ulterior reasons, primarily the ability that humans showed in adapting their technology so easily. It was actually a point of interest between the two species, a point that had brought them to a mutual desire of … limited peace. While the humans did communicate with both, it was never official, and never more than simple verbal communication. At this point, the three could walk right into one another and the human of the situation might have not even known.<br><br>Standing behind the two sisters, was a tall woman with red hair and a scar across her eye. All three of them were in the locker bay for the crew, allowed to suit up and take whatever they thought they may have needed. The woman's name was Jacky, but most of the others just called her J. Watching both of the girls, she would give them a moment and finally just come out and let her voice take over the silence, "Hey bitches, get your shit together, we warp in 5." Tapping her hand on the side of the lockers, she would begin to walk off and move towards the Gate Ports, "Be there or miss out and deal with whatever the fuck those punishments through contract were."<br><br>After those last words the two would hear the doors opening and shutting. In reality, neither of them had been briefed about what exactly the compound was like, what the humans were doing there, and most importantly what they were suppose to do about it. The general goal was to just find the Gate Port and repair them, but from there where did they go? Was that mission accomplished, time to put the sun glasses on and look cool? Either way they would be in their own two man group, each group being ported to a different area of the compound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 06:33:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb266/Mel_Reyna/close_calls_by_gorrem-d2kafp9.jpg)</div><br>Maeve wasn't overly fond of assignments such as the latest one that she and her sister had picked up where they were forced to practically go in blind with barely any kind of useful intel, but they were pretty much an unavoidable part of the job, and it was often those assignments that payed the best. They had to pay the best, obviously, otherwise nobody would ever take the contracts since it was pretty much an unwritten rule that the danger of an assignment was inversely proportional to the amount of information supplied up front.<br><br>"Fuck off," Maeve retorted briefly and almost casually to Jacky as an automatism, not really worried or offended by anything that the woman said. She finished getting into her black and purple combat suit which showed plenty of signs of damage and wear and hasty repairs before picking out her weapons: an assault rifle, a plasma shotgun, a handgun and a combat knife. Pretty much her usual go-to load-out unless she had some reason to think that she'd be better off bringing something different. Obviously not the case in this particular situation, though, since she knew fuck all about what to expect planetside.<br><br>Maeve took one long, final drag from her cigarette before carelessly flicking it across the room, vaguely aiming it towards a waste bin without being too concerned whether it landed inside of it or on the floor. "All set?" she asked Ailyn, tapping her sister on the ass with her helmet before putting it on and securing it, tucking her purple and crimson hair away inside. They'd been in this same situations dozens if not hundreds of times before, suiting up for a mission together, so there wasn't really much more than needed to be said. Maeve and Ailyn knew one another in and out (well, <em>almost</em>) and they were pretty much two halves of the same well-oiled machine when it came to getting shit done. <br><br>Whatever sort of intrinsic bond that they had by virtue of being sisters helped with that, and it was probably a contributing factor towards making them some of the better and more efficient bounty hunters that the human race had to offer. They had to be, of course, to have been doing it for several years, since these were troubled times and the bar for success was set pretty high. Anyone whose skills weren't up to snuff usually retired or disappeared pretty quickly.<br><br>"Let's get this shit over with quickly, I barely got any sleep last night," Maeve added a bit wearily as she walked over to the door and propped her back up against the wall right next to it, waiting for her sister to join her so that they could proceed to the warping room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 05:22:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Animated/72bf26af.jpg)</div>There wasn't much to this latest job. It wasn't that it was a simple matter of collecting someone, dead or alive, but it was literally a job where no one knew much of anything. Ailyn was familiar with the 'know what you need to know' policy that a lot of the organizations that she and her sister come under the employ of, but this one took it to a whole new level.<br><br>The blonde Ailyn was idly adjusting the set of goggles on the top of her head when her sister, Maeve, blasted back at the tall woman behind them. She wasn't much of a fan, to see the least and she was happy to see that her sister was more or less on the same page. Working with anyone else but Maeve often put Ailyn on edge; there isn't anyone else she trusted more. Ever.<br><br>Wordlessly, the younger of the siblings clamped on the last piece of armour onto her right arm. Ailyn was more of a fan of the quiet, subtle methodology of bounty hunting, making the purchase of a guard that had multi-tool function AND an emergency, close quarters weapon an easy one. The cost of it alone didn't leave much room in the budget for a complete suit, but it allowed her to be more liberal with the rest of her dress, in case she came across a gentleman that was easily persuaded with a wink and a smile, rather than the barrel of a gun. The final thing the girl had to do was strap both of her pistols to either thigh, along with her long range rifle onto along her back, and just as she did, Maeve asked her if she was ready in the usual way she did.<br><br>"Barely slept?" Ailyn asked while giving herself one last pat down to be sure she had everything she needed. "Did the pilot keep you up?" It wasn't her best joke, but Ailyn liked it all the same. She walked by Maeve to take the lead to the warp room, flashing her a familiar smile as she did. <br><br>The trek was boring, given that the others they had come with were probably well ahead of them. Little noise was made outside of the whirring of the doors or the clicking of their boots against metal. Once in the warp room, the only person that Ailyn recognized immediately was Jacky. Their eyes met briefly, which just made the young blonde snarl at her in response, before looking around the room just so she didn't have to look at the tall redhead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 04:02:25</strong>
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				Moving across the entirety of the ship was like moving down the same hallway, with the same horrible steel color, and the same annoying static hum and steaming drip of water. There were so many words to describe the pure aesthetic of the ship, but the one that came to mind for most people was Purgatory. Being on the ship for any amount of time, was similar to being trapped in Purgatory for an eternity, and it weighed on the regular crew of the ship; most of which were close to being simple androids constructed of flesh rather than silicon and metal.<br><br>Every few moments the two sisters would happen to chance a port window that allowed them to see outside and into the large stretch of empty space that held trickles of life every few million light years of distance. The planets in this system all had a very distinct and eerie resemblance to the place that the history books showed the humans had come from. Each one was glazed in blue and green, with small stretches of light blue and white that broke up the repeating patterns. One of the planets even had a visible crater the two could see, something that was probably the size of r a few states or small country.<br><br>"Vid, is your ass ready yet? The ship is dropping us in a few," Jacky called out to her own partner. Like Maeve and Ailyn, it appeared the rude woman from below had a family member she worked with, apparently named Vid. The man was close to six feet, a bit younger than his sister Jacky, and more the strong silent type. In some ways, this man resembled a Bull with classical roman masculinity and was even handsome despite the scar that streaked down the side of his face and neck. Who knew how many scars there were, but from the depth of the scar on his face and the fact that the man had two synthetic and transfigured arms, it was likely that his clothing hid many.<br><br>"Shut up already, i'm ready when i'm ready," Vid replied. His head turning to catch the two sisters that were moving down the hallway, with emerald spheres taking them both, Maeve and Ailyn, in. After a few moments he turned back to his sister and sighed, "The others are already down, we are the last groups. Just calm down, keep your panties dry from blood lust, and try not to wet yourself with anticipation."<br><br>Jacky had an immediate reaction, which was to slap her brother hard across the face with a closed hand. The strike didn't even phase him, but did bring a smile to his lips, "Asshole."<br><br>"Love you too, sis," With that Vid, and his sister, ducked into the Gate Porting room, bringing along a small arsenal themselves.<br><br>When those two were gone, it left Maeve and Ailyn alone in the hallway. The door that closed behind Vid and Jacky displayed a bright red and lit number above it, forty-two. The number itself stood for the amount of time before Maeve and Jacky could enter and get in position for their port down to Planet Augment. It wasn't much time, but it still gave them time to go over everything and make sure they weren't missing anything.<br><br>Once the numbers counted down all the way to zero, the room would open up and the two sisters would find themselves alone with a single technician. Looking over them both, he would motion to the warping plates which were still smoking from their very recent use, "You are being warped to Sector Alpha, the location of the Gate Porting tech and structure that houses it. In the same vicinity will be Zeta team, the two individuals you just saw. You will be securing the location and ensuring that the room is held until the other teams reach your location … your back up is Zeta team. The primary goal of Zeta is to reallocate enough power to turn the systems on, after that objective they will meet with you."<br><br>The technicians read all of this in a monotone voice, while idly toying and flicking switches to ensure the process was ready. Once he read the general droning of the mission brief, he set the file down and looked at the sisters, "Complete your objective and secure the room. Report your status to Zeta team, and expect them to do the same, every 20 minutes. If you don't, or they don't, it will be assumed you have failed for some reason and they will assume, or you will assume, their objective as well."<br><br>With that the man would flick a few more switches and give the women a moment to process everything.<br><br><br>Vid<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/deus-ex_-human-revolution-wallpapers.jpg)</div></div><br>Jacky<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-21/art/me3-shepard-female3.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 05:25:12</strong>
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				Maeve turned her gaze to catch Vid's as she and her sister passed by him, her eyes glimmering with a certain intensity and unspoken attraction for a few seconds before breaking away. It wasn't only that he was incredibly handsome, or that Maeve was already imagining some of the things that he could do with those tireless synthetic arms of is...that was part of it, but she mostly just wanted to go after him because she knew that it would make that bitch Jacky absolutely livid. Perhaps on the return trip.<br><br>For now, however, they had a job to worry about. By the time that she and Ailyn were standing on the warping plates, Maeve was already getting impatient and irritable as a result of the technician's babbling. She didn't need some dork who sat around on the ship all day and pressed a few buttons occasionally to tell her shit that she already knew, and he was especially unlucky to catch her when she was in a worse mood than usual, tired and slightly hung over from the previous night.<br><br>"Shut the hell up and send us already, nerd," the purple and crimson haired vixen commanded as she crossed her arms over her chest, the surprisingly flexible material that her armor was mostly made of allowing for her breasts to get slightly pushed up and squeezed together.<br><br>The next thing that Maeve knew, she was standing on the arrival pad in Sector Alpha, and she had that weird feeling of being to hear the echo of somebody else's thoughts in her head that she didn't think she could ever get used to. Apparently the post-warp bond was even stronger between her and Ailyn than most people because of their shared DNA, but that was fine. If she had to share her mind with anyone, it may as well be her little sister, and sometimes if the Elation effect was still active by the time that they got into action, it could even help them coordinate on a level that would be impossible otherwise.<br><br>...And then Maeve caught herself fantasizing about sucking Vid's cock while he finger fucked her into an orgasm with those transfigured arms of his...and Jacky being tied up and forced to watch the whole thing...which reminded her why the Elation bonding effect also pissed her off.<br><br>"Goddamn it," she grumbled to herself before pulling her shotgun off of her back and venturing forwards into the place that they had to secure. It seemed entirely deserted at the moment, but they wouldn't really know until they swept the whole place from one side to the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 05:58:46</strong>
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				Ailyn wore that unimpressed look on her face for as long as Jacky and Vid were in the same room as she and her sister. There was no such thing as sibling rivalry between the two, their relationship being actually fairly healthy considering they work together. That said, there really aren't many samples of two close sisters who are bounty hunters to compare themselves to, but it was safe to say that a strong partnership was key to success. As the two moved onto the warp plates, Ailyn wondered just how well Maeve would take a venomous backhand in response to a quip. <em>Not well</em> came to mind.<br><br>Hearing Maeve talk off the technician brought Ailyn back into the now. She let out a little laugh as she scanned the room for the rather boring boy. "Sorry about her. She means well, but you kind of have to come at her with your dick out for her to be nice to you." The blonde bounty hunter stuck her tongue out at her sister, waiting for a just as innocent comeback. The setting changed before that came, though, as the Winter Sisters now stood in what she could only assume to be Sector Alpha.<br><br>Reaching for one of her two pistols on either thigh, Ailyn froze midway through. She blinked once, wondering why she was suddenly thinking about Vid from earlier. Trying to shoo off the imagery, she fluttered her eyelids, but each time her vision went to black, the scene would only carry on. It took her a moment to figure out just what exactly the cause of her sudden fantasy was, which made her echo her sister's "Goddamn it," with an added 'perv'.<br><br>Mirroring Maeve, Ailyn refocused and drew one of the pair of pistols on her sides. Rarely did she ever use both at the same time - it just looks kinda cool and intimidates people. With a stupid smile on, still mentally laughing at the idea of her sister wanting to fuck Jacky's brother, she stepped up beside Maeve and walked in stride, looking this way and that for idle cover should things go down much faster than anticipated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Void: The Horrors Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Venaliter</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:20:45</strong>
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				A pillow case filled with bricks, really hard and metaphorical bricks, was perhaps the best summarization of what it felt like hitting that landing pad in Alpha Sector. The first few moments were not bad, but the assault on the sister's senses and mind went from a dull drum beat, to a deafening clash of thunder that just ripped through them. While the pain was not crippling, the overdrive that their sensations were thrown into were enough to cause adrenaline rushes and panic for a short time.<br><br>The whole ordeal would pass soon enough, but perhaps not as quickly as Maeve and Ailyn would have desired. In either case, once the sensations calmed down, the two would be treated to something even more awkward and surreal than they may have expected. The transfer of thoughts and momentarily shared feelings were normal, the obvious and blatant mirror of reality was not however. When Maeve was already standing, she would feel her Ailyn's hands pressed to the cold steel floor in an attempt to rise. When Ailyn was trying to push herself up, she could feel the phantom sensation of her legs being straight like she was standing up even through they were bent at the knee's to help her up.<br><br>It was close to being like two perspectives being laid onto one another, slightly different angles of the same moment. The mind could tell the two apart, barely, but the body still fell victim and whatever one felt the other did as well. From the cool sensation of metal pressed to the flesh of the palm, to the straining of muscles in the legs, and even the nervous ticks that each one had. In lam en's, the two were bound together much more thoroughly than the normal Gate Porting repercussion, and while they shared the same collective sensations and thoughts … the experience was like being slammed in the face with bricks in a pillow case.<br><br>Now that a few moments had passed and the initial brutality of the malfunctioning teleport was over, Maeve and Ailyn could both observe the room they were in. The room was, to be blunt, a complete fucking disaster. There were obvious signs of weapon discharge and some splatter artwork across the cold metallic walls, with blood being used for the paint. The three central control panels, right across from them and off the Gate Port landing pad, were in complete disarray and looked as if they had been torn apart from the inside out.<br><br>At one point, this room would have been a marvel to the majority of the Human Edenist population. A modern creation of ingenuity and hope that the humans could spread across the galaxy, and discover all the secrets of the known universe. Of course, now it looked like an afterthought from a horror movie where no one makes it out alive. The various panels and technological wonders were all gutted and torn apart, the walls smeared with blood and yet no bodies, and even the blast door for the room ripped apart by something other than a singular explosion. Maeve, Ailyn, Vid, and Jacky were far from friendly territory, distant from safety, and in a place that sanity had abandoned.<br><br>If either, or both, stepped from the panel they would quickly discover that the Gate Porting Pad was the only device in the room that had not been destroyed or wrecked. In the case that it was destroyed, the two would have been bounced right back to the ship and undergone a month long session of intensive therapy from the resulting backlash. Why the Gate Pad was malfunctioning in the first place, well, they found the reason now. It seemed fairly obvious that it had intentionally been left untouched, considering the sizable amount of damage in the room.<br><br>With a lack of bodies in the room, it was hard to really put much of anything together. The discharge from the weapons looked plain enough, but each had a burn mark along the initial impact point, which was a bit odd. The equipment in the room had no external points of damage, but all seemed to have ruptured from the inside out, and if the sisters put enough work into gutting one of the machines they would find a crater below each piece of equipment; as if something had burrowed its way into the machines from below and than erupted.<br><br>The single exit from the room were through the blast doors that had been torn apart. One of the doors was just barely hanging on to its mounting spot between the walls, while the other had been ripped clean off and left on the floor. Out in the hallway, the two would see two different paths they could take. The one to their left was a well lit corridor that lead to a side room that had a restricted access panel on it and was currently locked, the other pathway was to the right and lead through a corridor was absolutely no lighting besides the occasion flicker and strobe of light.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ * When one tires, the other will feel tired.<br>* Pain and Pleasure are shared.<br>* Thoughts and behaviors and shared. ]</div></div>
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