New Olympus (Story Thread)
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				Title: <strong>New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 08:00:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Please read the OOC Thread before posting (and put all OOC and chargen info there) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=63682.0)</strong></span><br><br><br><br><br><div align="center">_____________________________________________</div><br><br><em>People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br>~Iris Murdoch<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>2175 AD <br>GenCorp Executive Tower </strong><br><br><br>Peter set his briefcase down on the hallstand and paused to appreciate the afternoon light that lent his white-on-white decor an almost sanctified air. The apartment was warm. Too warm. He hurried toward the biotank in which Sverta lay limply, sunk deep in her fluid, her tubes and filaments rustling. The day had turned unseasonably hot, and it wasn’t as though she had the freedom to shift out of the sun’s glare. He frowned and closed the drapes.<br><br>“Got stuck in a Board meeting.”<br><br>Kneeling to adjust the tank’s temperature gauges and filters, Peter shook his head. Had he really just apologised? <br><br>When he was satisfied that no damage had been done, he sat on the nearby sofa, studying Sverta’s vestigal nostril-slits and the smooth concavities where eyes might have grown. It was difficult to regard these new GenMods as little more than glorified tomato-bushes. Which was the whole point of them, really, but even he had to admit there was something inherently disturbing about the FructaFille prototypes.<br><br>The concept of the GenMod "companion plant" had been a stroke of genius on his part, and largely responsible for his controversially rapid rise to the Directorship. GenCorp was banking on the thousands who’d happily part with a year’s salary for the sake of fresh produce and something semi-responsive to care for, when the alternative was standard ration synth-meals, mechpets and solitude. The World Genetics Council had finally decreed the experiments sound and classified the FructaFilles as plants, despite their features. Though perhaps those should be toned down somewhat; he’d talk to the Techs tomorrow.<br><br>Reaching forward, Peter plucked a ripe fruit from one of Sverta’s thicker tendrils. As he did, a spray of red flowers unfurled along her trunk and shoulders. Of course the way she quivered and blossomed at his touch could be nothing more than an animal-- or rather, he amended quickly, a vegetable-- reaction. Sverta’s tendrils stroked his chest and flower-buds burgeoned on her skin, bursting moments later into full display. Her perfume was unusually rich and heady today. He felt almost giddy with it as he bit into the fruit.<br><br>“Delicious, my dear.”<br><br>Where the swell of a woman’s hip would begin, Sverta’s trunk branched into the root-ball from which she fed on nutrient-rich fluids below. Peter found himself wondering what it might be like were GenMods permitted fully-formed bodies. He frowned again. Clearly, he’d been too long without proper female company. Brushing Sverta's vines aside, he hunted through sofa cushions for the neurophone plug.<br><br>That night, as he spent himself inside an elegant woman whose company per day cost one thousandth of a GenMod FructaFille, Peter's thought werre filled with a red dazzle of flowers. Sverta, in an adjacent room, drank their pheromones through her pores and swayed to the measured rhythms of the Earth, while bloom after bloom flourished on her body like fireworks in slow-motion.<br><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><em>~<strong>Forty-Five Years Later</strong>~</em><br>_____________________________________________</div><br><br><br><br><em>Intra-Office Level 17 News Feed, Gencorp: March 15, 2220</em><br><br><strong>Terrorists Arrested In Sector 7</strong><br><br>SecCom forces deployed to Sector 7 today uncovered a terrorist pod during a raid on an illegal shanty town in the saline swamps south of Greentown. Five individuals were detained for questioning over recent thefts. A man thought to be Harlan Soames, responsible for the theft of more than thirty GenMod units and the mastermind behind a further sixty-two related incidents, eluded capture and is being sought for questioning. His four accomplices, as yet unidentified, are also being questioned.<br><br>Nine GenMod units from the recent robbery at The Luxom Export Co. were recovered. A further twelve, thought to be from an earlier crime, were found roaming the swamp in poor condition and were later put to sleep.<br><br><strong>News Just In:</strong><br><br>Another supply convoy arriving from the Midwest has been hijacked in an act of bloody violence that has left six Luxom employees and three SecCom guards dead.<br><br>As of 1700 hours, security levels citywide will be set to High Alert. All citizens are advised to check news feeds for curfew hours and information regarding rations.&nbsp; <br><br>SecCom’s media spokesperson, Janet Brown, will be releasing a public statement later today.<br><br><br><br><div align="center">_____________________________________________</div><br><br><br><br><strong>The Office of Dr. Tamis Dunsany<br>"Downstairs", GenCorps Laboratories<br>21:30<br>March 15, 2220</strong><br>____<br><br><br>“Did you have to shoot them all? All goddamn twelve of them?” Tamis slapped the report down on her desk, her lips tightening at the hard-faced, silver haired man sitting opposite her.<br><br>Gordon Frank brushed some imaginary lint off his uniform with the back of his fingers. “We had no choice, Tam. You’re well aware of why.”&nbsp; The leader of the SecCom’s Retrieval Unit sighed, planting his elbows to the desk and leaning in toward her. “Look, I know why you'd be upset over it. But on-site disposal is policy now. Just doing my job.” <br><br>Tamis replied with a long moment of silence, studying her ex-lover. He was Company man, through and through. Married to the job, as most were, nothing unusual there—but Gordon took company policy as gospel. She’d never admit to it, but that was part of why she’d ended their affair. If her decision had hurt him, he’d never shown it. <br><br>Finally, she let out a deep sigh and sank into her chair, raking her fingers through auburn hair; a habitual gesture of frustration. It wasn’t just the money, to Tamis. It was the suffering those GenMod units went through, only to end up so much organic waste lying face-down in a swamp. Yes, she knew damned well the truth of why they couldn’t be recovered— Tam herself had done the autopsies, seen the synth-larynx the rebels had implanted in each one.&nbsp; They'd been given the means to make words and taught to speak, just like the last few recoveries. Like the one who’d lived long enough to plead with her for help, begging for its life.<br><br>SecCom had been ordered to make sure there was no repeat of that incident. If word of the GenMods’ capacity for reasoned speech got out…<br><br>And now, as Assistant Chief Psychobiologist,&nbsp; it was her job to reconfigure the design, to prevent even the surgical gift of vocal chords making a difference, thus making sure all future GenMod units suffered in absolute silence. The whole thing was making her sicker every day. “Gordon. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Of course, you’re right.” She offered him a watery smile. “Got some leave accrued. Think I’ll take a few days.” <br><br>Gordon studied her in return, his expression unreadable. “Do that, Tam. You seem... over-wrought.”<br><br>The rest of the conversation was a little less stilted, the idle chat of acquaintances catching up. She didn’t stand up for his departure, nor offered a return of the kiss on the cheek he’d given her. Tamis knew that even with their history, if he the slightest inkling what she had planned for those days off Gordon Frank would slap her ass in an interrogation cell so fast her head would spin.<br><br>Picking up the autopsy reports from where she’d thrown them, Tam started pondering ways get copies past Gordon’s goon-squad upstairs and out of the office. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 15:44:33</strong>
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				Kirk Logan<br>Francie's Place<br>0738<br>March 16, 2220<br><br><br>The mood in Francie's Place is somber and very tense in the aftermath from news of the last arrests made in connection with the botched job.&nbsp; Even the regulars who seemed to live there playing pool in the corner were subdued.&nbsp; Nothing like their normal noisy cat calls or crude remarks for the scantly dressed waitress's and working girls who at the moment were lounging around with nothing better to do than pick at there nail polish waiting for their next trick.<br><br>Kirk Logan sat in one of the far corner booths of the main lounge.&nbsp; As usual his back was against the wall facing out towards the door.&nbsp; As yet he had not pulled back the dark green hood of his hooded cloak his face hid in the deep shadows of the hood.&nbsp; Only the red glow of the end of his cigar could be clearly seen.&nbsp; On the table in front of him was a tall glass of ale yet to be touched.&nbsp; Which as most who work in and frequent Francie's Place is a very bad sign.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Kirk was supposed to have had a meeting with the infamous Harlan Soames this morning but all indications said that the man was not likely to show.&nbsp; Ears ever alert to the conversations around him eyes constantly scanning the room Kirk is finding it harder and harder to just sit still.&nbsp; But good form between Rebels prevents him from just up and leaving.&nbsp; He'll wait until an hour past the appointed meeting time before he sets off to set in motion a few of his own plans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 18:02:40</strong>
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				Tamis arrived in Greentown around the time Kirk was wondering where in hell Harlan Soames was, and if the bastard was ever gonna show.<br><br>Among the items she’d packed in the company-issue tote bag slung over her shoulder was a micro-disc and a matchbox sized holoprojector, also company issue. It hadn’t been easy smuggling them out— she had to pull rank more than once, and smother a few suspicious looks with pat excuses for why she couldn’t go through the scanners (“Don’t tell anyone, but I think…” *sniffle* “… I could be pregnant…”) but she’d done it.<br><br>Tam paid the cab fare and walked up the path to the neat two-story home of Rob Pelham and his partner Alice. Rob was an old associate from college who’d moved out here once it became very clear he’d never make a higher rank on Botany Lab’s nepotic ladder, and took a grunt job instead. He and Alice had announced they were attempting to conceive a baby naturally soon after, though the chances of that happening with anyone these days were pretty damned slim. Tamis hadn’t seen the couple in person for several years, but had kept in touch now and then. One of the reasons Rob never made it in Olympus was that his presence at several college protests over some of GenCorps’ practises had been noted. He seemed like the right person to come to for the information she needed, or at the very least a clue on where to start out looking for it.<br><br>Alice answered the door, pretty in a yellow maternity dress, her blonde hair piled up in a loose bun. “Tamis! How wonderful to see you— Rob!” she turned her head, called back into the house, “You’ll never guess who’s here!”<br><br><br>* * *<br><br><br>“Alice honey, would you get us all something to eat? I’m starved. Tam must be, too.” They were in the lounge room, which obviously doubled as Rob’s home office. Once Alice had bustled off to arrange some soy-ham sandwiches, Rob's warm smile dropped and he looked at Tamis coldly. “So, what are you really doing here, Tamis?”<br><br>She dropped her gaze, picked at the sleeve of the dowdy sweater she wore. There was no point beating around the bush. “I need to find Harlan Soames.”<br><br>Rob burst into a short, bitter laugh, not bothering to hide his derision. “You and every SecCom squad in the country.” His eyes narrowed at her again. “Still a bigwig Downstairs?” <br><br>Tam nodded, not missing the sour note in his tone. She could understand it. It was Tam, after all, who’d talked him into attending those illegal rallies that would, twelve years later, ruin his chances at attaining the power his brilliant mind craved, even back then. It would seem to him a grave injustice that she had gotten to keep her job, while he… <br><br>“Look, Rob, I’m sorry. About Olympus, all of it. But I have nobody else to turn to. You don’t know what they’re doing over there these days.” Yeah, rubbing salt in his wounds was a real smart thing to do. She could have kicked herself, but carried on hurriedly, “It’s bad. Real bad.” <br><br>Tam studied him while she spoke, her tone low and hurried; there was no need to get Alice all wound up about things, especially in her condition. Rob was either still a company man at heart, or he’d kept up with the activities of their old associates out here and knew things she didn’t. Or he knew things, and would tell her to go to hell for not going down with him when she had the chance. He’d turn her in, turn her away or help her find Soames. It was a terrible risk, but one she had to take. She looked Rob in the eye, her chin tilting at that stubborn angle he’d recognise: Tamis Dunsany, on another hell-or-high-water mission.<br><br>Maybe it was that look of defiance that did it. Rob had long held his own suspicious concerning the Assistant Director of Psychobiology, and how she’d earned her rank without getting canned like he had. But looking at her now, the same light in her eyes that’d been there when they’d firebombed labs and burned research papers.. Rob, at that point, took his own chances. “There’s a place, down south, in the swamps. You won’t find Soames there, he’s laying low. But people who know how to get in touch with him hang out there.” He couldn’t help the nervous flitting of his eyes toward the door, in case a SecCom bug had just proved what all those years of investigation they’d done on him hadn’t been able to. “Tam, I can’t get involved. Alice, and the baby…”<br><br>“Alice and the baby what?” The sandwiches were piled on a platter beside a jug of sim-ale and two glasses. Alice set them down on the table between the two sofas and took a seat next to Rob. <br><br>Her partner smiled, patted her belly, his face blithe and free of any hint of the former conversation as he lied, “I was just saying, we should go north for a month, after she arrives.”<br><br>An hour later, Tam made her farewells, leaving her card wallet on the table on purpose. Rob would know that trick from college days, the old excuse to have someone run outside for a snatch of private conversation. <br><br>He pressed the wallet into her hand, as Alice watched from a window. Through a forced smile he said, “You can’t go there by yourself asking about Soames, you’ll be killed. Go to 452 Bayou Road and tell the woman there you came about the ad for her son’s hoverbike. Do what she says.”<br><br>Tam tucked her cards away. “Thanks.” She hoped that one word said all she wanted it to. <br><br>“And don’t get a cab. Walk. No transaction records.”<br><br><br><br>* * *<br><br>452 Bayou Road<br>Greentown 08:52<br><br>“Whaddya want with mah boy?” A grizzled old dame cracked open the front door to her run-down house, a few miles south of the good side of Greenstown, and eyed Tam suspiciously. <br><br>“Is he still selling the hoverbike, ma’am? I came about the ad.”<br><br>Tam was hauled in by her arm, the door slammed behind her. The old woman was surprisingly strong for her age. “He’s out drinkin’. Ye come with me, an’ we’ll fetch him back to talk business.” She eyed Tamis’ boots and cackled maliciously. “Hope y’ain’t planning t’keep them shiny shoes shiny out here, missy.” <br><br>She was offered a pair of rubber boots and led out the back door toward where an actual hoverbike was parked on a dirt path running south from the yard. “You hold onta me tight, girl. An’ you say nothin’ to nobody. Y’unnerstan’?”<br><br><br>* * * <br><br><strong>Francie's Place<br>The Pits</strong><br><br>The woman told Tam to wait outside, once they crossed the swamp, leaving the bike about a half-mile back and walking the rest of the way to Francie’s Place. Tam would be more than happy if she never had to make that walk ever again. <br><br>There was no sign to distinguish Francie's from any of the other rickety buildings dotted here and there among the "wetlands", as Tam was supposed to call them in her official capacity, but it was obvious this was somewhere a man who’d gone drinking might head for. The old lady vanished inside briefly, leaving Tam to wilt under the scrutiny of a couple of scary-looking thugs that were&nbsp; lounging on the porch. Then she poked her nose out the door again, beckoning the scientist inside.<br><br>“That’s him, over there.” She pointed to a man sitting alone in one of the far booths, smoking a cigar. “You tell him his goddamn supper’ll be on the table at six, an’ if he ain’t there, he ain’t gettin' any.” With a sharp nod at Tam and a narrow look toward the booth, she was gone. <br><br>Tam stood in the ruffian’s den, feeling very vulnerable and staring at Kirk Logan as he stubbed out a genuine tobacco cigar that must’ve cost an arm and a leg. Possibly, for somebody, quite literally.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 21:02:45</strong>
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				Picklers House of Pleasure<br><br>13A watched as the very familiar figure of the very large fat man waddled behind the beautiful blond bomb shell who could only be the latest of horny bitches to pass through the gates so to speak.&nbsp; Being bread to pleasure these beings didn't mean 13A had to like it all the time.&nbsp; In fact most of the time he actually resented the whole frigid experience of sex without real emotion.&nbsp; But at least the frigid ones were better than the ones who treated him with more than just a touch of fake sympathy and concern for the poor dear animal that spent all day in a cage.&nbsp; Even still being out of the cage was a far cry from being in so 13A put on the kind of show he was trained to do.<br><br>Leaning seductively against the bars of his cage&nbsp; swinging the end of his tale in an alluring manner 13A winks as the woman passes him by with hardly a glance.&nbsp; Baron Philop Van Prickle (the fat ass himself wearing one of his obnoxious dark purple tuxedos with red hearts) patted 13A's hand as he passed by saying, "Better luck next time kitten."&nbsp; Only after the man had passed did 13A open his mouth and crinkled his nose as if he were hissing at the man.&nbsp; He could have actually hissed but that would have meant going hungry for a day so he contented himself with the next best thing before he sat back down on the edge of his lumpy mattress that sat on the bare floor of his cage.&nbsp; Thinking how much he resented the fact that all he could really do vocally was hiss, meow and purr. <br><br>The Blonde also passed by 'Bambi and a couple others before stopping in front of "Dionys" cage.&nbsp; "Well now aren't you just the sexy little goat boy."&nbsp; The woman said almost breathlessly.&nbsp; 'He's called a Satyr you dumb fucking bitch.'&nbsp; 13A thought as he listed to the woman blabber away revealing the kind of twat she really was.&nbsp; "I want this one."&nbsp; The Baron smiles broadly as he says, "Wonderful choice milady.&nbsp; Dionys here is one of the house favorites."&nbsp; The Barron unlocked the cage and said, "Ok you heard the lady your on.&nbsp; Make papa proud."&nbsp; Then turning back to the lady.&nbsp; "Just take his hand and lead him out that door behind his cage."&nbsp; The rooms where the advanced creatures performed in were indeed located behind their cages and unknown to the patrons had large two way mirrors on the far side that allowed fat man to sell tickets to a peep show to those clients who could not even afford a turn of their own.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Francie's Place <br><br><br>Kirk had only been mildly surprised to see his Ma poke her old frame into Francie's Place giving the quick hand signals that told him about the unexpected company.&nbsp; What did surprise him was who the company turned out to be.&nbsp; Of course he knew her. In his line of work one had to know who the enemy was.&nbsp; Especially the top hard core offenders.&nbsp; 'Well now if it isn't the Wasp Queen of Torment herself.'&nbsp; It was not all that unusual to see corporate scum in these parts but seeing someone like Dr. Tamis Dunsany was almost unthinkable.&nbsp; <br><br>Face still shadowed by the hood of his cloak Kirk picked up the newly crushed out cigar and stuck the unlit butte back in his mouth and began to chew on the end.&nbsp; Not making any move to stand right away Kirk sat there observing the "good" Dr. who seemed to be more that just a little frightened.&nbsp; Which was good because she should be.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally he stood and walked over to the bar.&nbsp; "Give me a bottle of the good stuff and two glasses."&nbsp; The bartender nodded and did as asked without making any comments which was usually best thing to do when Kirk asked for something without saying please.&nbsp; Bottle and glasses in hand, "I'll be in the loft anyone but Mr. S so much as shows their face I'm shooting first asking questions later." <br><br>Kirk crosses through the bar area zig zagging between the tables with his eyes never leaving his mark.&nbsp; Grabbing the Dr.'s arm, "Come on."&nbsp; He then sets a quick pace back towards the back of the place to a door near the booth he had been sitting in.&nbsp; The door led to a stair case that would take them to one of the 'meeting rooms'.&nbsp; At the top of the landing Kirk pushes Tamis through the door sending her stumbling towards a bed that was against the wall.&nbsp; The only other furnishings is a small round table with two chairs one on either side.&nbsp; Only when the door closes behind him does Kirk speak again.<br><br>"Start talking Doctor and this better be damned good."<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 23:32:41</strong>
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				Picklers House of Pleasure<br><br>"Make Papa proud."<br><br>Dionys blinked once, twice, as the words fell onto his ears like rain against a window. It took him a second to register where he was, and who was addressing him, and his heart skipped a semi-beat before reality set in and realised where he was.<br><br><em>Here. Of course. As always.</em><br><br>Although his body wasn't asleep, his mind felt like it was these days. Dionys presumed indifferently that it was a reaction to being locked up all day, only brought out to feed and...perform. At first he had thrashed at his prison, glaring with anger and hope at the other inmates in nearby cages, but those days had passed as he sunk into a bog of acceptance. Dionys made do with his meagre lot, and decided to make the most of those few moments of what passed as life whenever he was let out of his cage. One of those moments was now.<br><br>Idly, he looked at the slender female hand as it encircled his hairy forearm, gently pulling him out of his cage. With faint clicks of his hooves on the floor, Dionys followed slowly, looking up to the owner of the arm. A blonde woman with large features, lit up in an expression Dionys recognised from other human beings, yet always wondered how it was very slightly different every time. Somewhere at the back of his mind, a voice remarked on how wonderful it was that each sentient creature was unique in every way, having things that paint them as slightly different to the others that made up its species.<br><br>That voice was swallowed up now as Dionys walked amicably with the blonde lady. Other, baser mechanics began to clunk into place in his body as familiarity kicked in and routine told him what to do.<br><br><em>Yes, this walk, past the other cages...yes, this door, which you will open, and will peer inside with wonder, and yes, it will be no different to me, yes, yes...</em><br><br>As the door was opened and the blonde client peered inside with a small remark of pleasure, Dionys looked back to the cages, if nothing else than to experience the different angles at which he would see his fellow inmates.<br><br>He saw one, a male with fur and ears, lashing his tail somewhat irately, his feline mouth twisted in a mild snarl. Dionys smiled back at the male, and noticed probably for the thousandth time that marked on top of his cage was "13A". Dionys made an effort to remember the moniker of such an expressive sentient, but his other voice at the back of his brain told him he would forget as soon as mediocrity kicked in again. He raised an arm in a gesture of recognition at this 13A before he was pulled into the room by his blonde customer.<br><br>Against the dark backdrop, small glowing orbs of light eminated from set positions in the walls, pulsing relaxing blue and sensual purple. They painted a large, simple bed in luscious colours. There was very little else in the room, apart from a handful of large and plump cushions strewn against the far wall, and a small plastic chest to the side of the bed. <br>Whilst his blonde client ooh-ed at the colours and the setting, Dionys pushed the door shut with a <em>thunk</em>. The satyr heard muffled thuds as internal bolts clicked automatically, locking the door. Only the customer or Baron von Pickle had the correct keys to open the door now. He strode over to the unadorned bed, and made a sincere effort to smile at his client. She told him excitedly that her name was Jodie. Dionys nodded vaguely and opened the small plastic chest. Whilst Jodie began telling Dionys about herself and playing with her locks of blonde hair, Dionys took waxy sticks from the chest and ignited them with a small metal device. Musky incense began to fill the room, and as Jodie began babbling about how excited she was about meeting a satyr, Dionys mused over the fact that he was coming to like the incense that he always used. He associated it with the one thing in his life that was not mundane.<br><br>Jodie licked her lips and unbuttoned the first button on her blouse as Dionys lifted his set of drum-skins from the plastic chest, the blue and purple lighting painting the incense smoke between the two sentients in the room. He sat on the bed and laid the pair of bongos across his thick hairy thighs, and looked idly across the room to Jodie, who was watching him in anticipation, biting her lower lip. She was saying something about hearing that satyrs were famous for their music. She commented on his small horns. She praised his jawline and unruly sideburns. Dionys said nothing and began to stroke the bongos.<br><br>He began to tap out a gentle rythym, one he used to "set the mood" as ordered by Pickle. It was simple, and boring. Slowly, as he felt his mind wander, he found his wiry hands beating out more complex tunes. He re-set and changed the beat several times within a minute, wandering across different patterns as the tips of his fingers and then the flat of his hands first tapped, then smacked the taut skin of the bongos, rising in volume and complexity. Dionys could see the reflection of the lights in Jodie's large eyes as her gaze fastened on his rapidly moving hands. Becoming firmly entrenched into the beat now, Dionys' breath came in short gasps and the veins on his arms began to stand out. His heart beat faster as his rythym became more erratic and impassioned, sweat beads began to form on his brow and across his lightly-haired chest. <br><br><em>This is where I belong...this is the entrance to other realms...this is the start of journeys...this is the womb into which I throw myself...this is the voice with which I howl...this is the blood spraying across the garden of Eden in which I dance...</em><br><br>Dionys mind hurtled across vast expanses. He was no longer trapped in a cage, in a building, ordered to perform base acts. He could see faces, masks, beasts, of all kinds and descriptions, dripping with colour, doused in passion. Dionys cried out to them in joy, and stretched out his hand to join them...<br><br>Abruptly, he was yanked back to the present, his fervent bongo playing stopped. He looked down, and found a familiar feminine hand had grasped his. Slowly, he looked up, and looked into the eyes of...Jodie, as he remembered her name. She was naked now, her mouth open in a small O, one hand in his, the other impatiently tracing small patterns across her belly. Dionys took a few seconds gazing at how the blue and purple light played across the orbs of her breasts, before he remembered what he must do.<br><br>The naked woman, the sight and smell of her, set crashing powers through his body, and he began to feel the blood retreat from his muscled arms and pour down towards his groin.<br><br><em>I couldn't fight this if I wanted to.</em><br><br>He stood, his sweating body pressed against her cool, feminine body. Knowing what comes next, he kissed Jodie on the mouth, to which he felt her jaw relax invitingly and her wet tongue surge hungrily into his mouth. Muffled, Dionys groaned involuntarily and felt his cock twitch and bulge, growing and pressing against the client's thigh.<br><br><em>So much for the other realms.</em><br><br>Growling now, quickly being overcome by his instincts, he grasped Jodies thin arms and twisted her round so she was facing the bed. Squealing in mock-terror and delight, she was flung down onto the bed by a panting Dionys, his vision clouded as an urge more demanding than hunger and more insistent than pain took over his body. Standing over her, his hooves sinking a little into the bed as Jodie lay between them, stroking them with one finger, Dionys bent and grasped both of her trembling shoulders. He began to roughly lick her entire upper torso, from her neck to her navel, traversing every inch of her flesh with his strong tongue. He tasted her pheromones and the tiny beads of sweat as his tongue lashed across the underside of her breasts, then up to her collarbone and down to her hips. Jodie mewed and alternately tried to push his head away and bring it closer to her. Finding himself nearly unable to think, operating fully on drunken lust that saturated his feelings, Dionys could only concentrate on one thing.<br><br><em>Owning this being. Having this being. Consuming this being.</em><br><br>Jodie purred out a few protests, then put one of her nipples into Dionys' mouth. The incensed satyr bit and sucked hungrily,harder than should have been enjoyable, as Jodie reached down to his groin and passed over fingers over his throbbing, bright purple tip. Dionys, reacting to the touch, threw his head back and bellowed. Unable to control himself anymore, he roughly seized Jodie in both arms. Turning her so she was facing down, he circled one arm around the front of her belly, raising her pert buttocks towards him. Registering only on a distant level that he could see her pussy entrance glistening in the low coloured lighting, he savagely slammed himself home, immediately feeling her body contract and arch up, her voice raising to a high-pitched squeal. On a distant level, he felt her soaking pussy grip, relax, grip spasmodically his pulsing cock. To silence her squeals, with his free arm he forced her head down into the bed, and let his overflowing lust pour out of him in instinctive, animal thrusts, his hairy thighs and muscled abdomen slapping into her quivering buttocks again and again as he heard on some distant level her muffled screams of pleasure. <br><br>The voice in the back of Dionys' mind remarked casually that now the human sounded very much like the satyr. It went unheard, of course, as Dionys careened down a path paved by others of his kind. The voice pondered Dionys state. This should be a temporary release from the binds of his life. Sex was freedom to a satyr...but this freedom was a temporary and questionable one. <br><br>As human and satyr bonded in their animal state, becoming whole then seperate then whole again, the voice at the back of Dionys' mind wondered how long before it was silenced completely.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 01:52:09</strong>
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				<strong>The Pits<br>Francie’s Place (Upstairs)</strong><br><br><br>She hadn’t exactly expected a warm welcome, but Kirk’s rude greeting, his rough handling that had her all but dragged up a flight of stairs and thrown across a room, the way she landed awkwardly on the stained bed— Tamis was royally pissed by the time she collected herself enough to stand again. <br><br>“Now, listen, I didn’t come here for a fight. The old woman brought me. I asked her about your hoverbike.” As she subtly let him know she’d been directed here by Rob, her voice was soft and her palms were held up, facing out toward the potentially very dangerous Logan&nbsp; in a gesture meant to convey surrender, lack of aggression. Even if she was, underneath it, wondering how far she’d get if she simply kicked him in balls.&nbsp; <br><br>But Tamis wasn’t a big woman, and&nbsp; did not possess any kind of skill that that could be used in physical combat. Manipulation of the mind was her forte. She planned on using it, now. “I came to find Soames. I suppose you’re one of his men.” She’d already ascertained that this male carried himself like an alpha, and therefore probably was a rival to the notorious rebel leader rather than a mere lackey. Getting him blustering about himself was a good way to take the focus of his aggression off herself. Without giving Logan a chance to answer she continued, while taking a carefully casual step toward the table and its closest chair, lowering her hands to her sides, “I need a meeting with him, urgently. I have some information he could use.”<br><br>Unless she was rudely interrupted in the act, Tam would slowly slide the chair out, looking to Kirk as if for permission to sit down. Let him think he was in charge— the fact that, for all intents and purposes, he was exactly that already was beside the point. It was how he felt, about himself, about Tam herself, that would determine how this meeting would pan out.<br><br><br><div align="center">* * *</div><br><br><strong>Pickler's House of Pleasure</strong><br><br><br>Bambi tilted her head over to one side as the pretty lady strolled past the cages, one black-tipped fingernail scratching at a non-existent itch behind her long and delicate ear. It was a habitual gesture made when she was feeling uncomfortable or uncertain about something, which was most things, so she was always scratching. <br><br>She remembered the lady from somewhere… didn’t she? Bambi watch her pause by Dionys, of whom she was fond, and pass by 13A, of whom she wasn’t. 13A smelled like a predator to the hybrid deer, and though he’d never tried to eat her up, even when they mated while the humans watched and he got all snarly at the end, there was something about him that made her jumpy without her knowing why.<br><br>Bambi didn’t know a lot of things. The big, round man who fed them and told them what to do called her “Dummy”, which was confusing, because he called her “Bambi” whenever the other humans were there. <br><br>Some of those people were hurtful and very mean, too, and she didn’t understand why they’d want to be, but the fact was they were, and Bambi didn’t mind it so much, if she got a little rest between to let her body heal up all the way. <br><br>The pretty lady took Dionys away into the dark room with the colourful lights. Bambi was a little bit sorry she did, since she liked the lights and the lady didn’t look like the type who’d be hurtful or mean. She was too pretty for that, with her lovely yellow hair and smiles.<br><br>Yellow hair. Smiles.<br><br><em>~ Come, my deer.~ *Laughter* </em><br>A different lady with yellow hair and white teeth showing all the time.<br><em>~ Lick me. Right there. Oh yes, there. Oooh, that’s goooood.~</em><br>And the sharp little whip. Dionys mounting her, then the lady, then her again. Then after, when the fat man came back:<br><em>~I like that new one, Philop. Such a long tongue. Dionys was a bit off his game though.</em><br><sub><em>~ Ah, was he now, Gretal? He’s had a very busy week, though. I’ll stick a little pick-me-up in his veins for your next visit, though, eh? </em></sub><br><em>~ Be sure you do, Philop. It’s so difficult to feel I’ve had my money’s worth when I am so wonderfully spoiled at home…</em><br><br>Blink.<br><br>Bambi didn’t like being left here without Dionys, and 13A there, all sneaky-eyed and smelling mean. She flopped her ear over to the side again, scratching it and scratching, until the fat man who called himself Papa appeared with two other humans, a lady and a man. This time they stopped at Bambi’s cage. The lady peered in, but didn’t come very close. The man reached through her bars and pinched all four of her nipples until they were hard and she felt a rush of wetness and hunger in her slit, the urge to fuck pulsing deep inside her like an itch that only being mounted could scratch. Bambi wriggled up against the cage hoping he'd pinch them some more, but the lady tugged him away.<br><br>“They don’t.. <em>bite</em>, or anything… do they?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 03:48:01</strong>
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				A scientist rubbed at his forehead between his thumb and forefinger, wrinkling the skin under stress. The experiment was successful, but now he had to let her go. After raising her, he had gotten rather attached, like one would be attached to their pet back in the day. He looked into the room through the window he had installed, similar to one you would see on any controlled experiment. He had turned it into her room. The walls and floor were white, a bed with white sheets pushed into the back right corner, a small white side stand next to it with a single drawer, and lamp set atop it. A couple baseballs were scattered on the floor, along with a few stuffed animals, a couple with holes and chew marks in them. The man placed his other hand against the glass, peering in with sorrow filled eyes. He would miss her. Her innocence, her playfulness, but it was essential to the experiment.<br><br>Inside, Maya slept soundly in her bed, her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and partly over her face. Her gray wolf ears twitched now and then, only to settle quietly once more. The man slid his hand over to the P.A. button, lingering for a moment before pressing and holding it. "Maya, time to wake up." Her deep green eyes flickered open, dilating and adjusting to the light quickly, the amber swirls around her pupils settling. She sat up, stretching her arms towards the ceiling with a large yawn, exposing her sharp canines. Her forearms were covered in a thin layer of fur, the same gray color her ears were. As the sheet slipped off her, she was shown wearing a large white t-shirt, reaching down just past her buttock, when she stood, her gray wolf-like tail could be seen protruding from her tail bone. She was wearing specially made boy-short underwear, staying mostly covered. The scientist hadn't anticipated her having so much human skin, as her parents had more fur. Her lower legs were similar to her arms, half skin, half covered in soft gray fur.<br><br>She pulled open the drawer, specially made shorts inside for her tail. She slipped them on, then changed her shirt. Maya was almost like a daughter, and the scientist had even had to teach her to wear a bra. It was an embarrassing moment, but having her walk around without one could have been worse. Maya slipped a tighter fitting black t-shirt over her bra once she had it on, then walked to the sliding door, ready to go for a walk. She had a fine leather collar around her neck, no doubt one the scientist had kept from days when dogs were still common pets. He opened the door, allowing her to walk out to where he was. He attached a small chain to the collar, and led her outside. He had taken her for many walks to show her where the still fresh waters were. He taught her about the dangerous alligators, and snakes, and even taught her what was okay to eat, and what wasn't. He just hoped he had done enough. It was time to see how she would fend out here in the swamplands, more commonly known as 'The Pits'. He would check on her regularly at first, then less frequently as time would pass. It would be hard on him, to see her grow apart from him.<br><br>He walked her out to the nearest water source, unhooking the chain from her. "Stay, Maya." he said sternly, handing her a stuffed animal and bag of jerky. He quickly ran back to his lab, deeper in the swamps, hoping she would not follow him. Maya sat down on the ground, watching him run. "Maya stay..." she repeated quietly. Not far off was Francie's Place, a fifteen minute walk for someone who knew how to get around there. One that would never be finished for those ignorant to the swamps. Maya opened up the bag, and began to chew on the jerky, "Maya stay..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 05:34:55</strong>
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				Francines in the loft.<br><br><br>Kirk stood there silently wondering when the good Dr.'s phyco babble would finally come to a stop.&nbsp; He had seen and known many professors and Doctors who always seemed to enjoy this particular tactic.&nbsp; He actually smiled under his hood as he thought how it might have worked if he had not been highly educated himself.&nbsp; Having graduated with honors receiving his Doctorates Degree in Medical Sciences.&nbsp; <br><br>When it seemed like she was through for the moment kurk chuckled lightly.&nbsp; "Dr.&nbsp; Dunsany I am actually quite surprised that Rob told you that much.&nbsp; After you basically fucked his whole life up letting him take the entire fall while you yourself somehow managed to peck your way to the top despite your own more than just colorful past.&nbsp; Maybe he still harbors deep feelings for one of his old college flings at least enough to not let you just come out here on your own.&nbsp; But all of that is neither hear nor there."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Kirk unscrewed the cap off of the bottle of brandy and pored half a cup into one of the glasses setting it on the table then pored another half a cup into the other glass.&nbsp; One the cap was tightly back on the bottle he slipped the bottle into a large pocket of his long hooded cloak.&nbsp; "What I am curious about Dr. Dunsany is if you even realize just how sentient some of your creations truly are.&nbsp; And if you do realize that I would be very curious to find out just how it is that you sleep at night knowing the pain and anguish you have brought to your captive creations.&nbsp; Whom you treat with even far less respect and care than I showed you only a moment ago."&nbsp; <br><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Pickler's House of Pleasure<br><br><br>13A watched the Dionys go into one of the magical rooms that was behind each cage.&nbsp; Watching the door long after Dionys last wave in his direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;13A felt a certain kinship to his fellow performers in a way they were all like his family.&nbsp; Some of whom seemed to respond in kind.&nbsp; Others like Bambi seemed to both fear and dislike him for reasons 13A could not quite put together.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching the couple as they passed by his cage he already knew that the man would simply pass him by with hardly a glance.&nbsp; Wanting to tear the mans eyes out with his own claws seeing the way he treated Bambi.&nbsp; 'Fucking bastard there's no reason to be so cruel.&nbsp; Were all easy marks here unable to do shit in the face of your ignorance and so called superiority.'&nbsp; Once again he wanted to hiss and glare but he had learned long ago that those actions only brought hunger and even sever pain.&nbsp; <br><br>Predictably the fat whale of a man answered the question “They don’t.. bite, or anything… do they?” with the same old lame answer of "Only if you want them to.&nbsp; These have all been highly trained and bred for one purpose and one purpose only to pleasure the needs of men and women alike."&nbsp; Every time he heard the answer 13A felt like hacking up a major fur ball.&nbsp; With the excitement seemingly over for the moment 13A went and curled back up on his bed.&nbsp; No sense just standing around who knew when the next pink piglet would walk through the door just dieing to part with their hard earned cash.&nbsp; and for what?&nbsp; A little pleasures that they could have just as easily with a little imagination and a bottle of petroleum jelly all for the very low cost of the synthetic jelly.
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				Title: <strong>Tamis</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 10:50:08</strong>
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				<strong>Francie’s Place, (the loft)<br>The Pits</strong><br><br>Tamis opened her mouth to snap something caustic in reply, then stopped. He was right, about Rob. About everything. It was her own cowardice, rather than greed for wealth or position, that had kept her in the company all this time, through all her promotions, despite her misgivings and opposition to its practises. What was it she’d said to Rob, when they were offered choice positions, right out of college? <em> If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em</em>, naively believing that she could make some kind of a difference as a part of the machine rather than trying to fight its enormity from the outside. The sting of guilt his words produced also forced her to admit to herself that she’d loved the research, the excitement of discovery, the resources and opportunities to learn offered by the GenCorps Laboratories. He was right. Obviously, he also knew who she was.&nbsp; <br><br>Dropping her tactics, Tamis sat, eyeing the liquor he’d brought up with him. She’d kill for a drink. “I’ll be straight with you. I’ve got information about what they’re doing up there, stuff Soames can use.” She pre-empted the next logical question, “Why? Because that pain and anguish you think I enjoy so much is nothing compared to what they’ve got cooking Downstairs lately. Because those units…” Tam corrected herself, quickly, “... those <em>creatures </em>they shot the other day had gunpowder on their hands. They were fighting back.” She tugged the holoprojector out of her bag, set it on the table. “And because of this…” <br><br>Slipping the disc into the projector, she flipped a switch. Flashes of bodies riddled with bulletholes, close-ups of furred and clawed hands.&nbsp; Then stilling on a vague image, formed against the dingy white of the wall opposite, flickering into a more solid 3-D after she tapped the settings. <br><br>“What you’re looking at there is the prototype for a means to bring this planet back to health. And efficient, self-sustaining, self-replicating environmental filter.” <br><br>Tam paused, let him take that in. <br><br>“GenCorps owns the patent to a cleaner world. They have the means to control the future of this planet itself. Add to that the things I’ve glimpsed in the military labs, these new GenMod slaves they’re selling under the counter, who can speak, who have the wit and the will to turn a gun back on them…” Here, she levelled her gaze on Logan, flatly. “It won’t be long before they’re running the world with an army of monsters to back them up, and there won’t be a damn thing the WGC can do about it. Think of what suffering there’ll be, then.”<br><br>Tam picked up her glass then, and took a grateful swallow of brandy, closing her eyes briefly. She was tired. Muddy. And smelled like a swamp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 17:43:48</strong>
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				<em>Personal Log of Doctor Thomas Sabellius Steinman</em><br><br><strong>LOG BEGINS</strong><br><br><strong>Entry #731 - Date █-██-████</strong><br><br>GC-472 has been successfully introduced into the testing area.&nbsp; Subject's vital signs read as normal, though heart rate is registering as higher than normal.&nbsp; No doubt it is still becoming acclimated to its new-found existence.&nbsp; Thus far it seems to be adapting quite well, unlike GC-471 and its predecessors.&nbsp; No signs of sensory overload or aggression.&nbsp; Subject is curious and seemingly eager to inspect both its surroundings and its handlers, though for the time being its mobility is minimal.&nbsp; Further observation will be required before a solution to that problem can be implemented.&nbsp; <br><br>I have a good feeling about this one.&nbsp; I have learned from my mistakes, though it has been a long and grueling process riddled with callous errors and human incompetence.&nbsp; It is frustrating to depend on those that are incapable of comprehending the true breadth of my work and accomplishments thus far, though I have come to expect this from my subordinates.&nbsp; Regardless of their personal failures, my work has progressed magnificently.&nbsp; GC-472 is nearly perfect.&nbsp; Should everything proceed as I envision it will, only a few more generations will be required before I am within reach of my True Vision.&nbsp; But I get ahead of myself.&nbsp; I care nothing for superstition, but I speak too hastily.&nbsp; The experiment continues, and I have much work to accomplish yet.<br><br><strong>Entry #742 - Date █-██-████</strong><br><br>Dr. █████ came to me today expressing his concern over last week's incident.&nbsp; He believes that GC-472 should be quarantined or, preferably, terminated.&nbsp; He was intensely agitated when I told him what a preposterous idea that was, that doing so would be a tremendous waste of resources.&nbsp; And all over the contamination of a mere research assistant.&nbsp; Considering the heavy losses endured when GC-471 escaped its containment, I should say that this is a marked improvement.&nbsp; He would have none of it, stating firmly that its aggressive behaviour towards females renders it useless to GenCorps.&nbsp; I dismissed him, and later discovered that he had been copulating with this woman after hours.&nbsp; Dr. █████ has since been terminated from the program.<br><br>It is certainly a flaw that I am somewhat displeased with, but the transformation that has taken place because of it is nothing short of fascinating.&nbsp; The woman in question has had her entire genetic code rewritten, and now has more similarities with a FructaFille than a human being.&nbsp; Yet it is not only capable of reproduction, but implicitly <em>designed</em> for it!&nbsp; This is entirely unprecedented in all my years of research.&nbsp; GC-472-1 and its variations have all shown signs of adapting based on the environment that they are grown in.&nbsp; Could it be that GC-472 is capable of adapting other organisms as well?&nbsp; This warrants further investigation, but GenCorps seems intent on tying me up in red tape.&nbsp; It was a poor decision of mine to include in the report that the woman is still fully conscious and aware of her surroundings.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Entry #842 - Date ██-██-████</strong><br><br>Certain unfortunate incidents have occurred in the past week that have required me to instate new regulations for those coming into direct contact with GC-472.&nbsp; Its previous handlers have grown far too fond of it, and certain members of the staff have begun to humanize it in their research logs.&nbsp; This is to be expected in this particular line of work, especially when the subject has a distinctly human appearance above the waist.&nbsp; No, what distresses me are the displays of outright compassion or obsession prevalent among certain handlers and researchers.&nbsp; Though GC-472 is incapable of vocalizing whatever thoughts might be going through its head, it has a habit of caressing its handlers when they come to care for it.&nbsp; At first I dismissed this behaviour as natural, but I now believe that some other force may be at work.&nbsp; It all came to a head several days ago, when its primary handler removed his own enviro-suit and attempted to <em>copulate</em> with GC-472.&nbsp; It took several minutes to disengage him from the act, primarily because GC-472 suddenly began to show signs of aggression when anyone else attempted to draw near.&nbsp; The handler has since been terminated.&nbsp; As was the resulting batch of seeds, once they fully developed.&nbsp; While I would normally pursue further experimentation, the perverted nature of the incident nauseates me.<br><br>It is my hypothesis that GC-472 is capable of pacifying organisms in its immediate vicinity, and that prolonged exposure to this effect results in feelings of sympathy or attachment within the afflicted.&nbsp; In the case of the handler, this manifested as outright lust, which GC-472 seemed all too happy to encourage.&nbsp; That it has never initiated copulation of its own accord perplexes me, given its aggressive reaction to females.&nbsp; Perhaps it acts out of jealousy, wishing to keep the attention of all males firmly upon itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Only I know the full extent of GC-472's mental development.&nbsp; It is intelligent, of that there is no doubt, and its capacity for learning is virtually limitless.&nbsp; If we were to actually teach it, I fully believe that it would completely outpace the average adult human in terms of intellect in a matter of weeks.&nbsp; Yet for now it seems content to remain docile in its cell.&nbsp; For now.&nbsp; I have seen the way it looks after its handlers as they exit the holding area.&nbsp; Surely it must be curious of where they are coming from and going to.&nbsp; Is it merely waiting for an opportunity?&nbsp; Perhaps it is time that me and my creation meet face to face.<br><br><strong>Entry #843 - Date ██-██-████</strong><br><br>I believe that it is time to begin development on GC-473.&nbsp; The ultimate goal of this project is to create an organism capable of absorbing and purifying the pollutants that we have poured into the soil over the past few hundred years.&nbsp; Though that is not <em>my</em> goal, that was all that GenCorps needed to know in order to realize the incalculable profit they stood to make should the experiment prove a success.&nbsp; GC-472 has proven successful beyond my wildest dreams.&nbsp; It is frighteningly adaptive, both mentally and physically.&nbsp; Any and all synthetic enhancements have been completely integrated into its body, completely indistinguishable from organic tissue.&nbsp; GC-472 and its variations have also become more advanced, more durable, and even more intelligent.&nbsp; However, I believe that I have made a grievous miscalculation.&nbsp; GC-472 is far more intelligent than I initially realized.<br><br>For the first time since the beginning of this phase of the experiment, I entered the containment area.&nbsp; GC-472 reacted almost instantly, heaving its considerable bulk around until it was fully facing me.&nbsp; It looked at my face in the most peculiar fashion, like it recognized me perfectly.&nbsp; Like it knew who I was.&nbsp; It extended one of its pedipalps in my direction.&nbsp; I shook it, and it shook back with enthusiasm.&nbsp; And then, extending one of its legs, it began to draw in the dirt.&nbsp; I could only stand in shock as, in perfect English, it spelled out a single sentence:&nbsp; <em>"I've waited so long for you to come, Papa!"</em><br><br>GC-472 is currently on full lockdown.&nbsp; Of course it is little wonder that GC-472 would be able to write or read or speak, if it possessed the ability to do so.&nbsp; GenMods in the past have shown such capabilities; indeed, I have <em>created</em> many specifically to see if it was possible to replicate human intelligence in such a creature with astounding success, though I am to understand that my work has been causing GenCorps no end of stress as of late.&nbsp; The key difference is a simple one.&nbsp; We <em>did not teach GC-472</em>.&nbsp; Though occasionally handlers would hold conversations when tending to it, it is inconceivable that it was able to work out the entire English language just by listening to what was, to it, nothing more than the idle bleating of a strange bipedal animal that fed it from time to time.&nbsp; Furthermore, how could it have known that I was its creator, let alone recognize me by my face?&nbsp; I have watched every second of surveillance footage over the past year without fail.&nbsp; There is only one conclusion, and it is supported by a terrifying piece of evidence.<br><br>It has been documented that GC-472 uses its cranial feelers in order to better sense its surroundings, including its handlers.&nbsp; Given its adaptive nature, there is a possibility that these feelers serve a far different purpose than originally intended.&nbsp; It could be that GC-472 is capable of directly tapping into the thoughts and memories of other organic organisms by touch alone.&nbsp; If this is true, the implications are tremendous.&nbsp; Cataclysmic!&nbsp; Imagine what insights a thorough dissection of GC-472's brain could yield.&nbsp; Imagine the improvements that could be made to GC-473 as a result!&nbsp; The possibilities make my skin break out into a cold sweat.&nbsp; I have not felt such excitement in years!<br><br>But, as I mentioned, the piece of evidence.&nbsp; I cannot believe it took me so long to make the connection.&nbsp; How the other handlers didn't catch it I'll never know (quite literally, as they have since been terminated).&nbsp; When I looked at its face there could be no doubt: it had changed to <em>resemble that of the woman that it had infected nearly one year ago.</em><br><br><strong>END LOG</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Dr. Steinman's spidery fingers came to a halt over the keyboard as he ended his current entry, sweeping the mouse casually across the screen to close it back to the conspicuously bare desktop.&nbsp; He snapped the laptop shut and steepled his fingers (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/SteepledMan.jpg), staring off into the wide narrow space leading from his bare wooden desk to the heavily fortified door.&nbsp; The Doctor enjoyed the security that his position afforded him almost as much as he enjoyed watching nervous researchers hastily scamper through the long, dark hallway to stand before him.&nbsp; Most of them couldn't even bring themselves to look him in the eyes, such was his reputation.&nbsp; He considered it a sign of respect, though he was well aware that there were plenty of people that wanted him dead.&nbsp; Some of them were even working in this very facility, because he had put them there himself.&nbsp; In rather <em>dangerous</em> positions.&nbsp; <br><br>GC-472 was not the only specimen being held at Site #144, and it was far from the most lethal.&nbsp; It also served as a breeding facility for military-grade bioweapons and other GenMods that were considered too dangerous or too secret to be developed or detained anywhere else.&nbsp; Site #144 was something of an urban legend within the company, and almost entirely unheard of outside of it.&nbsp; It was generally considered unhealthy to know too much about it unless you were actually working there, in which case your life expectancy took a sudden and drastic plummet.&nbsp; Containment breaches were rare, but devastating.&nbsp; The greater the security threat, the deeper the level of the facility.&nbsp; There were things that even Dr. Steinman shuddered to think of, detained in the absolute depths of the building near geothermal vents.&nbsp; Abominations kept solely for their possible scientific value, or because they were too expensive to kill.&nbsp; Or, in some cases, <em>impossible</em> to kill by any conventional means.&nbsp; <br><br>But they were not his concern anymore.&nbsp; The lessons learned in their creation would go to good use, and that was all that mattered.&nbsp; The past meant very little to him so long as the future promised new developments and surprises.&nbsp; Until he was granted approval and funding to begin work on GC-473, he could only dwell upon the current specimen of the <strong>GAIA Project</strong>.&nbsp; GC-472 had allowed him to make great strides in his research, but had ultimately proven too unpredictable.&nbsp; Despite his best efforts to control every aspect of its genetic code, it had still somehow managed to develop along a path that he had been completely incapable of foreseeing.&nbsp; Evolution at work.&nbsp; Given enough time, GC-472 would have the potential to become the Supreme Organism.&nbsp; But that would be its own accomplishment, not his.&nbsp; <br><br>"The Ultimate Lifeform..." he whispered tremulously, the very idea giving him pause.&nbsp; History would deem GC-472 as yet another in a long line of failures, but the child that would be born from their deaths would be unlike any other.&nbsp; Steinman would make sure of that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 17:51:59</strong>
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				<strong>Jasper's Shack</strong><br><br>Jasper closed the lid to the sterile container and pulled the curtains closed slightly so only a thin vertical strip of light was cast onto the only specimen he was currently working with, a hydroponic soy bean plant.&nbsp; This was particularly difficult because he had limited access to water filters, which would become much less effective with prolonged use.&nbsp; However, if his research went well he wouldn't need the filters, the plant would ward off the pollutants and seek out pure nutrients.&nbsp; His previous tests with pure water were a success, and he was testing the acceptance of small bits of pond scum into the water which he knew would contain mass amounts of algae, as well as hazardous chemicals.&nbsp; He turned his attention to a wooden box 3'X4'X3' and slid open a small door on the length to reveal 3 small strawberry plants.&nbsp; Each specimen had worked out quite nicely, as they were growing in solely fresh water, and had produced an average of 6 berries each.&nbsp; He clipped the rounded berries from their stems and placed them one by one into a plastic bag tinted light green.&nbsp; After doing so he slid shut the compartment door and retrieved yet another parcel from his work table, sitting next to a wooden box not quite so wide as the other.&nbsp; It was marked with a biohazard sticker to deter anyone who might come across it from prying inside.&nbsp; He tucked the berries and parcel into a sidebag and slung the strap over his shoulder.&nbsp; After checking a thermometer on the wall he exited the small abode and made his way carefully to Francie's Place.&nbsp; A little over half the trip there he pressed his palm to his forehead in frustration, <em>Damn it all!&nbsp; I knew I had forgotten something.&nbsp; It would be a bother to turn around now...It'll just have to wait</em><br><br><strong>Francie's Place</strong><br><br>He pushed open the door to Francie's as he would the door to his own living space.&nbsp; Hell, this might as well be his second living space he spent so much time in the damned place.&nbsp; Jasper made note of the shifty atmosphere and took a seat on a bar stool, his usual choice.&nbsp; He motioned the barkeep towards him and inquired in a low whisper&nbsp; <br><br>"Where might I find Kirk?&nbsp; I've got something he may be interested in."&nbsp; <br><br>The man nodded towards the loft and Jasper registered this meant he wasn't to be disturbed.&nbsp; Every time he and Kirk entered that area it was for private business matters, and he was sure this was no different.&nbsp; He scratched his chin, not so much a nervous gesture as an attempt to pass off the question as something more normal, and reached into the his sidepack.&nbsp; He produced the small bag containing strawberries and laid it upon the bar.&nbsp; With a half-smile and a squint of his eyes he asked,<br><br>&nbsp;"Ya got anything new for me?" <br><br>The man behind the counter winked and disappeared behind a swinging saloon door only to step out shortly after with a parcel wrapped in leather and tied with hemp string.&nbsp; Jasper knew these materials were hard to come by, that meant his payment would be sizable this time.&nbsp; <em>This must be his attempt to make up for all that shitty pay I've been gettin'.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The man laid the package on the bar and cast a shifty glance towards the loft he had nodded to previously.&nbsp; <br><br>"What'll ya have to quench yer thirst, eh Jasper?"<br><br>Jasper didn't reply immediately as he was busy pushing the leather bound package into his side pack.&nbsp; Catching the note, he stroked his facial hair once more and replied simply, <br><br>"Brandy, on the rocks...I'm sure once Logan sees what I have for him he'll be more than obliged to cover my tab."<br><br>After procuring the drink the barkeep toddled off to tend to other patrons.&nbsp; Jasper didn't mind of course, their business was finished for now.&nbsp; &nbsp;He sat quietly sipping his drink and purposely refusing to acknowledge the others crowded about Francie's.&nbsp; He had no funds for the prostitutes, and lacked any desire to converse with the other ruffians who frequented this place.&nbsp; He hadn't noticed any of his highwaymen buddies with whom he would usually share a drink and a story or two if they weren't discussing matters of business.&nbsp; For now, he would just wait patiently.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 19:28:37</strong>
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				Maya sat there for maybe twenty minutes before she became quickly bored, and running low on jerky. She stood up, stuffed animal in one arm, bag of jerky in the other, and looked around. "Guillermo?" She asked in a normal voice, "Guillermo?!" she called out, her voice ringing a bit farther. The doctor still hadn't returned, slightly confusing Maya. He had told her to stay, was he ever coming back? Her ears fell back, slightly distressed at the situation. She was alone. Not wanting to wait any longer, she began to walk away from the hidden water source, walking past dead trees, toxic swamps, and deadly animals.<br><br>After a few minutes, she came upon an old shack, running up to it hopefully. She pressed her paws to one of the windows, peering through the small crack in the shades. "Guillermo?" But there was nobody there. She scratched at her head, and began to walk again, putting another piece of jerky in her mouth. She walked further, her feet becoming mud-covered. The landscape was changing from the fresher areas she had been to so many times. It was slowly becoming harder to walk, the mud building up into clumps in her fur, sinking deeper with each step.<br><br>There, another building. It was larger than the previous shack she came across, and Maya began to trudge through the mud as quickly as possible to it. Running up to one of the windows, she again placed her paw on it, peering inside. She could see people, more people than she had ever seen before. "Guillermo!!" she called in. She hoped one of the people was the doctor, but he wasn't in there either. Still, they were people, they would help her, right? She went to the door. She was used to it sliding open for her, so seeing the old wooden door with a handle confused her. She scratched at it, creating a bit of a racket on the other side. "Hello?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 20:05:50</strong>
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				Nine made mental note of another person entering the bar, "That's 8." He muttered, having kept a running count. The count didn't include the bartender, the two guards outside, Kirk, or Mrs. Dunsany. It was an old habit and one that he doubted would ever go away. He'd been outside the bar for nearly two days, watching it through a sniper scope. He had hoped Soames would show himself but he had to consider the bar could have an underground entrance that let out beyond his sight range and if that was the case he could wait here for years and never see Soames. He was just going to have to take his chances with Kirk, although he wasn't a big fan of the man's tendency to shoot first. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t deal with though. Simply one more small annoyance between him and his goals. <br><br>His watch made one quick ultrasonic beep. A sound very few people could hear besides him but which set him instantly in motion. Working methodically and efficiently Nine dropped the sniper’s clip, ejected the cartridge from the chamber and loaded it back in the clip before he put it in its holster on his belt and stood up, picking the rifle up with him. He folded in the sniper’s pod and started unscrewing the barrel as he walked to its case and put it away. He tossed some leaves over the case to keep it hidden while on patrol before grabbing out a pair of special sunglasses that projected a small picture into the right lens. It showed the door to the bar in real time, the feed coming from a camera he’d set up and zoomed in to get a good view of the door. <br><br>It was one of his few prized piece of still working electronic equipment that he’d taken from GenCorp. Most of his stuff had fried itself, a mechanism GenCorp had put in them to stop the enemy from getting a hold of them, but a few things he’d been able to save. He’d hidden them in a damping field that prevented the kill code from being received by the electronics until he’d been able to dissemble them and take out of self-destruct miniature bomb.&nbsp; He’d only been able to save the bare minimum really. His sniper and pistol, his special sunglasses that doubled as night vision and heat vision goggles, his camera, his watch, and his disguise kit. It was all he needed to perform his usual duties but some of the gadget’s he’d left behind sure made it easier. Like a motion sensor to protect his small camp while he was on patrol, that’d be nice to get back. Or his old sound equipment so he could hear what Kirk was talking about with Mrs. Dunsany.<br><br>He sighed as he started making his slow circle around the complex, looking for enemy snipers or covert ops teams as well as secret passages in to the building and any weird footprints that might lead him to a secret passage. He paused routinely ever few minutes in his slow circle to cycle vision modes on his glasses and take a look around. He nearly made a full circle, thinking he’d not find a single living soul like he hadn’t the past two days, when, to his surprise, he saw a small red dot that was moving off in the distance. He couldn’t make out what it was from here but he quickly dived for cover anyways, rolling behind a tree before looking again to see if it had moved. It hadn't seemed to notice his sudden movement or change direction so he decided it either hadn't seen him or didn't care. Either way he decided to investigate. <br><br>As he approached he was surprised by what he saw, it was some sort of furry human with a tail and animal ears. Or at least that's what he could tell from here. He watched it run up to a cabin and yell some name in to it. "What the hell is a GenCorp experiment doing in the swamp?" Then he followed her as she walked towards the bar and silently noted a ninth person entered the building on his sunglasses, "That's 9." a weird one who didn't look quiet like the usual ruffian but who Nine didn't recognized so he didn't care about him too much. He kept his distance from the GenCorp experiment, trying to think of where it had come from but he didn't know any GenCorp facilities in that direction, and as far as he could tell she wasn't being followed by anyone else so she must have been release by some crazed rebel thinking she could take care of herself. He nearly ran to stop her from going to the bar but held himself back, no, he could use this. He watched her call the name again and then walk towards the door, as she did he went for an intercept path, meeting her at the door, smiling big for the guards and opening it for her to walk in. <br><br>Once inside he put a hand on her shoulder and walked for the bartender, directing her to walk beside him with his hand. He flashed a broad grin for the bartender like he'd just won a huge prize and was on top of the world, "I've got something Kirk wants to see." Hoping she would be his ticket in with the rebels as they would think he liberated her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 20:21:54</strong>
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				Maya was rather startled as a man ran up to her, but he opened the door for her. He led her in, pushing at her shoulder, but she kept a tight grip on her stuffed animal as they approached the man behind the table. Her heart rate increased, growing panicked at all the new sights, smells, and sounds. Her ears twitched atop her head, turning this way and that at everything going on. Glass clanking, all the small conversations, a man bellowing out a laugh at something Maya didn't quite understand. She turned back to the one touching her, looking him over, confused.<br><br>"Kirk?" she questioned. She had never heard this name before. Then again, she had never heard many names other than her own and Guillermo's. From the way he spoke, she could tell it was a person, not an object, but who was he? Her nose cringed as the smell of the alcohol in the place assaulted her senses, causing her to bring her furred hands up over her human nose and mouth. She had never smelled something that burned like that before, even when the doctor introduced her to spicy foods. She liked spicy foods, but this was a different burn, with a smell that churned her stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 21:46:42</strong>
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				Nine patted her shoulder and whispered, "It'll be okay." under his voice, so quiet he doubted most people could hear it but he hoped those animal ears of hers worked well enough to pick it up, he certainly didn’t have any trouble with it but it was rarely fair to compare himself with anyone else. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to wait, he’s not seeing people right now.” The bartender said to him, his eyes flashing for only a second towards the door to the loft, a completely subconscious movement that most people wouldn’t even catch, but it was just such things that Nine had been trained to catch.<br><br>Nine sighed and walked over to sit at a table near the door, leading the half-wolf woman with him. Or he at least guessed she was half-wolf, her fur, tails, and ears, certainly seemed to suggest so. He pulled a chair out for her and gestured for her to sit before taking a seat next to her. He took off his sunglasses and slipped them in to the inner pocket of his dark black jacket. He scanned the crowd for a second, making sure he recognized all the people in the bar and his count was accurate. “Yep, nine.” He muttered, his count confirmed, before turning back to the curious half-wolf. “So why exactly are you in the middle of nowhere? Did you escape? They wouldn’t just let you leave and they’re not tracking you.” He thought he probably had a long wait and he might as well sate his curiosity while he waited.<br><br>The bartender waited a few moments, watching the man take a seat, before pretending to go get a drink from the back. Once out of sight he opened a trap door in the left wall to reveal a small chalkboard dangling from a rope and a few pieces of chalk beneath it. He quickly wrote on it, “Man wit wolf weredling asskin to speek wit u” then he started turning the crank next to the small chalkboard and it slowly started rising up the shaft to the top where Kirk would be able to open a similar trapdoor and read the message before hitting the crank release at the top and making the handheld chalkboard slowly drop down the shaft. The barkeep only hoped Kirk could read the message, he’d been trying to say, “A man with a wolf weirdling is asking to speak with you.” But he’d never been taught proper letters so he just hoped he got the point across.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 22:18:22</strong>
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				Maya was pulled over to a chair, her hands still over her nose and mouth while her stuffed animal was tucked between her arms and body. She sat in the chair when he motioned, her tail hanging off to the side. She stared at him while he spoke. What was he talking about? "They?" she asked, moving her hands to the table. "No 'they', only Dr. Guillermo. Dr. Guillermo put Maya outside...he say 'Maya, stay' and Maya stay...but Maya get bored...and Dr. Guillermo not come back, so Maya go and look for Dr. Guillermo." She sat looking at him, her ear twitching before one fell to the side as she tilted her head. "You not Dr. Guillermo. Who are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 22:31:47</strong>
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				“Nine. Athena Nine actually but you can just call me Nine.” He said and extended his hand to her to shake. “Nice to meet you Maya. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but Dr. Guillermo isn’t coming back. But don’t you worry; you’ll be fine with me.” He kept on smiling as if everything was good and happy; not wanting to set her off to the fact that she’d just been abandoned by her previous owner if he didn’t have to. <br><br>“Are you hungry? Or thirsty? I could get you some food or water?” He felt bad for the poor girl. She obviously wasn’t able to take care of herself and she’d just been left, without reason, in the harshest part of the whole area. They should have at least had the decency to give her to the rebellion for protection instead of just leaving her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 22:43:38</strong>
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				Min stared at his hand, what did he want? He didn't have anything in it, was he trying to take something from her? She clung to her stuffed animal and jerky, holding them closer and off to the side. It was obvious he hadn't just thrown her out, he took the time to give her some food and an item before leaving her, but why would someone who spent so much money on a GenMod just toss it out in the pits? Maya didn't even look like any current GenMods, though a simple 'custom' explanation would satiate most peoples curiosity about her. She also didn't have a scar anywhere around her neck, yet had a perfectly working voice box. Maybe custom ordered with it? But weren't those banned after the ones who showed sentience? <br><br>Maya did however lick her lips at the thought of something to drink. She had failed to get any at the fresh water source, and was starting to get a bit thirsty. Not to mention she was already running low on jerky. She nodded slowly to his offer, but was obviously wary of him. She didn't want him stealing her stuffed dog, after all. "Guillermo will come back for Maya...Guillermo always come back for Maya..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 23:07:52</strong>
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				'Now this is much better.&nbsp; This is more like the Tamis I remember.'&nbsp; Kirk moved over to the table taking the bottle out of its pocket and setting it in the center of the table between them.&nbsp; Then he pulled back his hood revealing himself to her for the first time since they started talking.&nbsp; Holding out his hand across the table.&nbsp; "Names Kirk Logan... formally Dr. Logan although I dropped that title some time ago.&nbsp; I'm not really sure if you remember me but we went to school together for a time.&nbsp; Even had a class with both you and Rob.&nbsp; I watched most of your crazy stunts... or at least that's what I thought they were at the time never realizing that later your ideals would change the way I felt radically.&nbsp; I graduated and moved on to the work place a couple years ahead of you and Rob but still kept an eye on things.&nbsp; Not long into my new position I had decided that you and Rob weren't so crazy after all so I left.&nbsp; Joined up with men like Soames who do not believe in GenCorp's vision of the world.<br><br>"Your right of course this information is just the kind of information that Soames and some of our other associates would be very interested in.&nbsp; I knew most of those pore souls that were slain.&nbsp; I helped most of them learn how to use the vocal cords we implanted in them.&nbsp; I share a partial responsibility for their deaths... it was a part of my group that armed them and taught them how to fight.&nbsp; Unfortunately they were to full of hate for GenCorp to listen to any amount of reason."<br><br>Kirk was surprised to hear the chalk board click into place at the top of the shoot.&nbsp; "Excuse me a moment please."&nbsp; Kirk stood and opened up the panel in the wall reading the message on the board he whistled slightly through his teeth before wiping the board clean and adding his own neat print to the board.&nbsp; "Go ahead and send them up.&nbsp; Also send Hottie (one of the waitresses) up with something to eat for all of us if the two new comers have not already ordered.&nbsp; Some burgers and fries along with another bottle of the good stuff if you will."&nbsp; Kirk closed the panel and hit the crank release.&nbsp; Turning back towards Tamis, "I know more like the Flintstones than this modern age we live in but it works.&nbsp; Looks like were going to have some company... A new guy in town along with a woman who apparently looks to be half wolf.&nbsp; One of yours perhaps?"<br><br>"If you have time you might as well stick around for a bit.&nbsp; You'll probably need me to get you back anyway seeing how knowing Ma she's back home by now cooking up something wonderful to eat for supper."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 23:24:33</strong>
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				"Okay, if you say so. Here, let me help you. Give me your hand, I'll teach you something." He kept his hand held out, wanting to teach her to shake hands. It was a basic skill after all that anyone should have. He also needed to fix that speech thing. She kept referring to herself in the third person, like she wasn't even a sentient being herself. "Can you say 'I'? And 'me'? Like I am Nine." He touched his chest t emphasize his point, "Now you try."<br><br>He glanced over her shoulder as he smelled food coming this way. Not just the usual crap this place put out this was the better of the wines. He raised an eyebrow when he realized it was coming for them, and was further surprised when the waitress that was carrying it told them Kirk was expecting them. Obviously he hadn't been paying enough attention if they'd gotten a message up there and back without him noticing. It was probably in the back, maybe a back way in to see Kirk even. <br><br>He wasn't about to argue though and held the door for both the waitress and Maya before following them up the stairs to Kirk. The waitress entered without knocking and so he followed the same way, walking in, nodding to Kirk and waiting for the waitress to leave before speaking. "Good evening Kirk." He nodded to Mrs. Dunsany, "Good even to you too Mrs. Dunsany. I trust one of you two are defecting to the other team as we speak?" He asked with a grand smile like it was just the greatest of news. He knew that since they weren't at each others throats they had to be working together which made one of them a traitor. He really hoped it was Mrs. Dunsany because he'd make a permanent enemy of the rebel forces if he had to kill Kirk. "And this is Maya. I found her outside, abandoned in the swamp, and hoped you'd be able to help me see her get to a safe place. And I'm Nine, nice to meet you." He stepped forward and offered his hand to shake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 23:42:22</strong>
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				Maya looked at him confused for a moment. "Maya is not Nine, Nine is Nine." He couldn't understand, but she had only ever been referred to as 'Maya', and Dr. Guillermo always referred to himself in third person, so Maya would learn his name. She might not be quite as high intelligence as some of the GenMods made anymore, more like a very smart dog if anything. But she could still think, and make reason of some things. Her parents weren't very advanced GenMods, after all, so Dr. Guillermo was quite impressed with her level of intelligence as was. It would take a while before she would really catch on to first person speech.<br><br>Barely finishing her sentence, a woman came over, leading Nine and Maya away. She still didn't understand what was going on, and why they weren't trying to find Guillermo. Maybe he was behind this door? But to her disappointment, it was just more unknown people. She looked around nervously, she didn't look like any of the GenMods even Dr. Dunsany would have seen. She clung tighter to the pink and black stuffed being between her arms, holding it closer to her face as if to hide behind it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 00:19:26</strong>
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				Though unsure of who this man was Kirk took the offered hand anyway, "Good evening Nine pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; And you to Maya please Maya why don't you take a seat there at the table with Dr. Dunsany.&nbsp; Hottie would you mind being a good girl and have one of the guys bring up a couple more chairs?"&nbsp; Hottie who was just that a real human bombshell of a woman smiled, "Of course Kirk... as if you really had to ask."&nbsp; Then she hurriedly went down the stairs to find someone to take chairs up to the loft.&nbsp; <br><br>"Go ahead and eat ladies if you wish.&nbsp; Our chairs should be up here shortly.&nbsp; So tell me Nine if you would... you seem to know who I am but I do not think we have quite had the pleasure of meeting before.&nbsp; What exactly is it that I may do for you?"&nbsp; Conversation seemed to stop as one of the locals brought up two chairs only glancing around briefly before hurrying back downstairs since it was obvious this was going to be a private meeting.&nbsp; But before he left he whispered in Kirk's ear, 'Just thought you should know Jasper is here."&nbsp; Kirk nodded and told the man to tell the bartender to make sure Jasper had anything that he might need to keep himself comfortable since it might be sometime before he came down.&nbsp; <br><br>Kirk had never known Jasper to take advantage of some of the women employees before but it never hurt to set it up just in case.&nbsp; At any rate Jasper would be given what ever food or drinks he might require to compensate for his time in having to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 01:05:35</strong>
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				Maya held the toy close, walking silently to the chair to take her seat. She swiftly sat in the seat, looking over all the people. None of them were Dr. Guillermo either. Maya started to believe the one called Nine. Perhaps she wasn't going to see him again? This worried Maya, she didn't know anybody else. "Where is Guillermo?" she asked quietly, interrupting whatever she had not been paying attention to. The doctor was on the original Fructafille project, and left GenCorps as soon as the GenMods became more than just plants. He dedicated his time after to reverse the damage to these creatures, and successfully introduce them into the wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 03:32:14</strong>
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				Tamis stared at Logan. "You know...?" It took her a few seconds more to place him, her lips making a small 'o' of realisation as she mentally rolled back the years and erased some harder lines, recalling the younger version of the man. "Oh. Goodness. Logan?" She half-smiled, a gesture of incredulity. "From ... neuroscience, right?" She remembered attempting to flirt with him once, and having him ignore the gesture in favour of a diseased goat brain. "Well, isn't this quite the reunion. You've kept in touch with Rob all this time?"<br><br>Her expression hardened as he spoke of the killings, though it wasn't to him her accusatory glare went, but to the northeast. To New Olympus. "It's not your ...." The dumbwaiter creaked up, and she paused when he reached for the board, gave him a faint smile in response to his joke, and another hard stare at his addendum. "Company... a wolf...?"<br><br>Her question was answered in full when the door swung to, admitting Maya and Nine. The expression "I almost fell off my chair.." suddenly made sense to her. "The hell? Logan, you're hiding Mods? Here?" He must be crazy. She studied the nervous-looking wolf-girl, and frowned. What serieswas she? Tam didn't recognise it. Her mind was a gorgon's wig of questions, suddenly, but then Nine spoke and she thought better of opening her mouth too wide. Tamis tried not to look too suspicious when she replied.<br><br>"I prefer "<em>Mz</em>" Dunsany. Or Tam." Just the right tone, slight apology in the correction. "And .. what do you mean, defecting?" The look she shot Logan was loaded with warning. Who in hell was this guy? There was something.. not quite right about him. And his questions. "I was just asking Kirk here if he'd seen any Mods loose in the swamps. I'm concerned for their welfare. They're very expensive units." She returned her gaze to Maya. "And it seems I was right in guessing so."<br><br>Tam slid her chair back, ignoring food and drink except to take up a morsel that she held out before her in offering, and took a tentative step toward the wolf-girl. "Hey, there." Her voice was soft, soothing. "Where'd you come from, then? Hungry?" <br><br>Then Maya spoke.<br><br>The scrap of food fell with a faint 'thud' to the floor. This was only the second uni.. creature.. she had heard speak, with her own ears. "Ohmygod."<br><br>She was pretty sure, at this point in a day that seemed determined to be filled with mind-bending revelations, that none of them were in Kansas anymore.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 05:41:40</strong>
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				"You mean Dr. Guillermo?&nbsp; I've heard of him... he went to the same college&nbsp; I did but a number of years before I was there.&nbsp; I read a few of his Thesis papers the man was brilliant.&nbsp; He vanished out of public view long ago.&nbsp; It's quite possible he's been living out in the pits for sometime.&nbsp; God knows the place is big enough and if someone wants to hide bad enough here you might as well consider them invisible."&nbsp; Kirk said in response to Maya.&nbsp; Fortunately for him he was more accustomed to Mods actually speaking having given most of the ones vocal cords himself.&nbsp; This Nine tho... he was different from any mod he knew of.&nbsp; Kirk didn't realize he was a mod at first until Tamis had mentioned the fact.&nbsp; Nine just looked more pale than someone would expect.&nbsp; <br><br>"No I wouldn't hide mods here if I was taking care of them.&nbsp; Once in a while a mod will show up here that I have helped before.&nbsp; We don't chase them away cuz most of them really need help like this one here seems to.&nbsp; But why would someone even as brilliant as Guillermo go to all the trouble of creating a mod then just let her go.&nbsp; And you said you found her Nine?&nbsp; What direction did she come from?"<br><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>Pickler's House of Pleasure<br><br><br>'Here comes that fat assed slob.'&nbsp; 13A thought as Barron Pickler brought the next guest in.&nbsp; This one was a brunette still wearing her lab whites.&nbsp; She stopped in front of his cage and took her time looking him over.&nbsp; 'Straight from bowels of hell... this ought to be fun.'&nbsp; 13A made like a nice kitty and leaned alluringly up against the cage emitting a soft purr while he twitched his whiskers at the woman.&nbsp; He had become very bored with just laying around all day and was ready to have his own fun.&nbsp; The woman had a nice body, nothing really to write home about but nice to look at.&nbsp; Her face wasn't all that bad either but she probably would have looked much better with contacts than the black plastic framed glasses.&nbsp; 13A just hoped she wouldn't bore him to much with lab talk like some of them did.&nbsp; Some of the women that came straight from work hardly even shut up even while he was inside of them with his engorged cock.&nbsp; The catman could hardly keep his eyes from rolling when the woman turned back to the fat man and said, "Now your sure he's had all of his shots."&nbsp; Luckily the fat man was to busy looking at her breasts to notice 13's eye movements.&nbsp; <br><br>After having reassured the woman the Barron still in his purple tux with bright red hearts unlocked the cage, "Come on my dashing feline we have a guest that has a need for something warm furry and cuddly."&nbsp; Only the aggravated twitching of his tail would have given him away about not liking the man's compliments if either of them had been smart enough to realize 13A wasn't wagging his tail to be cute.&nbsp; <br><br>!3A's room was much like the rest except for that instead of a bed there was a huge basket on the floor large enough for two to lay in filled with soft plush cushions.&nbsp; He did have a small wooden night stand that had a very old fashioned hand crank phonographic record player that actually still worked.&nbsp; The woman delightedly took off her shoes and practically threw herself on the bed of cushions as 13A went to the player and selected a record from the bottom shelf of the small dresser.&nbsp; 13 heard the sound of the locking door a sound he had heard a thousand times before.&nbsp; As he worked he looked over at the woman and gave her a clever cat grin even meowing a bit as he started to turn the crank.&nbsp; Part of his attention was on the woman herself the other on the large mirror on the wall.&nbsp; <br><br>With his cat like hearing he had heard noises on the other side of the with the mirror.&nbsp; He knew form past experiences that somehow people were watching from the other room from time to time because he could hear them from time to time as he performed for what ever client he was with.&nbsp; Once the soft sounds of romantic violin music began to fill the air 13A went to lay down next to the woman and began to help her out of her clothing.&nbsp; While he worked she began to talk to him telling him all about her long day at work staring at lists of numbers on a computer screen.&nbsp; She was in charge of keeping track of some researchers notes.&nbsp; Something about a plant like woman that grew grapefruits larger than any woman's breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>To 13A nothing was more boring that hearing someone go on and on about plants and fruit so as usual he started to tune out her words and just listened to the music instead.&nbsp; After she was all undressed he went through his normal routine of rubbing his head on her chest and shoulders just as a cat would do before starting to lick her breasts.&nbsp; Slowly he worked his way down to the soft downy nest between her legs.&nbsp; Which once again he nuzzled his head on before beginning to lick the soft pink skin of her flowery lips.&nbsp; Flicking his rough tongue against her pleasure button making her squirm and squeal.&nbsp; <br><br>Climbing up between her legs he began to kneed her breasts with his hands held in loose fists as his large engorged member slid into her.&nbsp; He was surprised to find that she was tighter than some who came here for their thrills.&nbsp; This fact made him feel even more excited as her insides wrapped tightly around his shaft.&nbsp; There was no coppery smell of blood as there sometimes was when he opened a woman for her first time.&nbsp; As he was getting closer and closer to a climax she "whispered not don't finish there... "&nbsp; The woman slid out from under him and got onto her hands and knees.&nbsp; "Now stick that wonderful cock of yours in my butt."&nbsp; With his cat like hearing he heard the intake of a mans breath and what sounded like the movement of someone leaning forward unzipping his fly.&nbsp; 13A entered her ass and began to pump away to her series of loud screams of pleasure.&nbsp; Which crested as he shot his hot wad deep inside of her.&nbsp; Not long after the locks on the room disengaged and there was the fat man.&nbsp; "Time to wrap it up times up."&nbsp; Sometimes the woman or occasional man would ask for more time but this one just grabbed her cloths and started to get dressed.&nbsp; <br><br>Back in his cage after the fat man and the woman had left he saw&nbsp; Dionys looking him with a known look on his face.&nbsp; 13A smiled then shrugged as if to say, "yeah she was alright... coulda been better."&nbsp; before going to lay down on his bed where he began washing himself with his tongue.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:13:58</strong>
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				Maya looked at the man, "Dr. Guillermo tell Maya 'stay' but Dr. Guillermo not come back." She shifted the items in her arms, pulling the bag of jerky out and chewing on another piece.<br><br><strong>Pickler's House of Pleasure</strong><br><br>Rhiyu paced in her cell, running her paws along the bars, her tail flicking back and forth rhythmically. She didn't much care for the female clients, but anything was better than nothing. Yet, she had been passed up...again. Her hunger was growing, her spot covered fur bristling as she thought about it. She throbbed, aching for attention, but it seemed to be a slow day, most of the customers preferring Dionys it seemed. She faced out of the bars, able to see 13-A rather clearly from here, Bambi's cage parallel, and Dionys' cage a bit further down. She stared at the cat, her ears twitching a bit. <br><br>She placed both her hand like paws on the bars, leaning into them. She rubbed her body against them in sensual strokes up and down. She was worse than a cat in heat. She knew she was already wet, wanting so badly today. Kneeling next to the bards, she put her knees close as she could to the bars, shifting her weight forward and back, putting on quite a show. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the metal, her tongue flicking out and running partly up, then pack down one of the bars. It wasn't long before a woman came into the room. 'Another female?' she asked herself, but continued her sexual taunting, hoping for any attention. She sighed, placing her forehead against the bar she had licked as the woman stopped at 13-A. Passed up again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:45:52</strong>
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				”Well, preferably I’d like to access your intel and supplies but I’m under the assumption that not every person that walks in and says hi to you gets access to either of those things so I thought maybe I’d show you what I’m worth and give you the reason I’m on your side and then we could try and come to a deal?” Nine presented it all as a sort of business deal, a loyal soldier in exchange for enough supplies to keep that soldier shooting, and to him it was exactly that, a business deal.&nbsp; He would keep shooting and keep his gun aimed in the right direction in exchange for the ammo to shoot that gun. <br><br>He brushed his hair back over his ears, revealing their points, before reaching behind him and into his pants to pull out his long black, fur covered tail which promptly started twitching behind him as he continued to show them his true form. ”You see, I’m not your average person.” He took out his contact case with his left hand as his right pulled the contacts out of his eyes, revealing them to be yellow and the pupils to be streaks like a cat instead of the normal human dot. ”I was grown in a lab. A GenCorp lab. I was bred to be the best. At everything from stealth to disguise to guerilla warfare, to leadership, to tactics. You name it and I can do it, given the right equipment.” He raised his open hand in front of his face and slowly extended his small claws, ”There’s a good chance the doc here worked on one part of me or another even without realizing it. The claw research hidden as a special request from a sado-masochist, the enhanced muscles hidden as research for new waiters who’d be capable of holding their exact position for days. To my chagrin the people who made me are actually quiet intelligent and manipulative when they want to be. That’s why I need your help taking them down.”<br><br>He watched Maya slowly sit, still clinging her bear, and felt sorry for her. She really didn’t have a clue what was happening. He then turned slowly to “Mz” Dunsany and stared for a few seconds, wondering if he should take offense on Maya’s behalf. He shook his head and dismissed it, she obviously didn’t mean it, she just hadn’t ever actually met many of her own creations. ”Well I’m glad it’s you that is the one defecting and not the other way around. One more ally for the good guys and one less person I’m compelled to kill.” He wasn’t entirely sure it was her but judging by her reaction to a talking GenCorp experiment he made a guess. Plus the fact that they’d met in rebel territory meant she’d come to Kirk, not the other way around, and suggest she was having second thought about her career choices. Plus Kirk had kept a cool head so far, unlike ‘Mz’ Dunsany, which pointed to her being under more stress, and the logical conclusion would be that the defector would be under the most stress, not the other way around.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 07:36:17</strong>
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				Tam had 'met' plenty of her own experiments-- it was her job to design and supervise their cognitive development from the cellular stage to their being birthed from their tanks, as well as throughout the intensive testing and training her staff would put the full-grown newborns through to ensure thier proper function. But what she hadn't experienced before was the capacity for speech in these new Mods, the ones she knew were not entirely legal, outside of that one poor, shot creature who'd died on a guerney, begging her for a life she couldn't save.<br><br>She, herself, much to her shame, had created the means of blocking neural pathways that enabled GenMod units to understand speech without the ability to form language themselves. Steinman, that creepy bastard, had overidden her research altogether, despite it being a breakthrough in psychobiology on more than one level, and simply ordered her department to produce Mods without vocal chords at all. <br><br>Tamis was almost smug about the fact that Steinman's solution was so much easier to circumvent than hers would have been... whoever was responsible for the illegal implants had clearly not found it too difficult. Until it occurred to her that this was probably the exact reason he'd wanted it so.<br><br>She studied the two quietly while Nine spoke, focussing on the feline when he revealed his status as a military unit. <br><br>This... <em>he</em>... was what she was afraid of. <br><br>Guillermo was a name she knew, too-- what Lab employee didn't know it? He was part of GenCorps' history, a founder of the research by which the company had grown to its current proportion. She shifted her gaze back to Maya, curiously. Why was the wolf-girl asking for him? Had she had contact with him, somehow?<br><br>"I think we need to find Guillermo, and fast. I want some answers." Tam interjected, suddenly aware of the time. She wasn't going to be able to stay in The Pits too long without answering some of her amassing phone messages. She was supposed to be visiting friends in Greentown, not out here in the ass end of civilisation talking to rebels and illegal creatures. And she couldn't risk using her phone here, in case Steinman's paranoia extended to surveilling all his staff.. again.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 08:27:45</strong>
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				Kirk had spent years working to aid and working with many of MedCorp's experiments.&nbsp; Either after rescuing them or finding their runaways,&nbsp; During that time he had come to trust them and knew that he could take any mod at his or her word because none of them ever went back on their given words.&nbsp; While Tam was studying Maya Kirk held out his hand again to Nine, "Ok Nine you have yourself a deal.&nbsp; We'll work together to find those who made you what you are then we'll work together to bring those bastards crashing to their knees not just the ones that have wronged you but all of GenCorp.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll take you to one of my main bases of operations when all my business here is done for the day."&nbsp; <br><br>When Tam said she wanted to find Guillermo quickly Kirk turned back towards her and said, "Um Tam I don't know how much you really know about the pits.&nbsp; But if you think we can find one man that has been hiding from the world and capable of creating someone like Maya quickly I would have to break the bad news to you and say quickly in the Pits could mean several hours to 2 days on a good estimate.&nbsp; With Guillermo if he doesn't want to be found it could be at least twice that time now that we know he is out here somewhere.&nbsp; I'm not saying that we can't start looking just don't get your hopes up to high that we find him today alright?" <br><br>"Nine you found Maya what can you tell us of where you first saw her that could at least give us chance to follow whatever trail she might have left.&nbsp; Who knows maybe Guillermo isn't as Pit smart as I think he is and he'll have fucked up somewhere and left a trail of his own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 09:01:05</strong>
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				Jasper set his quarter-full glass back on the bar just to the left of a coaster.&nbsp; He muffled a chuckle when the barkeep scuffled over to inform of the potential wait.&nbsp; <em>Perhaps Kirk's got himself a fine piece of ass up there.</em>&nbsp; He struggled to hide a grin that slipped slowly across his lip line.&nbsp; However, after the barkeep continued his blathering and let Jasper know of the services offered he made no effort to hide his grin. <br><br>"In that case bring me a nice bowl of minestrone, I know you fuckers keep the good food in the back!" <br><br>The man nodded and headed through the doors once more. Jasper called after him, "Don't forget the bread this time either." with another light chuckle. <br><br>&nbsp;He swigged the last of his glass and awaited his meal.&nbsp; It had been some time since he enjoyed a nice soup, he generally ate his vegetables raw.&nbsp; Thoughts of his vegetables led to thoughts of fruit which sprung of a vivid memory of a large peach tree.&nbsp; He would ask the barkeep for some peach cobbler when he was finished with the soup...then he might try some of the other services this fine establishment had to offer.&nbsp; He cast a glance at a scantily clad leggy brunette (http://galleries.onlytease.com/163e/pics/02.jpg) in thigh-high stockings.&nbsp; She met his eye with a wink and a seductive flick of her tongue as her lips formed an O.&nbsp; Just as he turned away the bowl of soup arrived with half a loaf of bread and a knife.&nbsp; The illiterate barkeep must have been paying attention, because he also brandished a bottle to refill Jasper's glass.&nbsp; With a brief sigh brought on by the overwhelming fragrance of the meal, Jasper began eating.&nbsp; <em>Man, I love Francie's.</em><br><br>He slurped down the soup quite hurriedly, though still not too fast to miss savoring it's flavor.&nbsp; He did the same with his drink, though taking a bit longer to enjoy it.&nbsp; Jasper simply loved the way the flavors melded, as he always had been weak to combinations of extreme tastes.&nbsp; There was something about it that just sent his senses all amiss, in a good way of course.&nbsp; The bread provided an excellent balance, allowing him to feel satiated by the time his glass was half full.&nbsp; He placed it upon the bar again, this time to the right of the coaster and waved to the barkeep. <br><br>“I'm goin' to spend a little time with a nice lass, if Kirk comes down before I return just let him know the conditions...but if circumstances are urgent just come rap at the door, I'll leave my hair-tie 'round the knob.”&nbsp; With this he showed a woven hemp strap wrapped around his left hand loosely.<br><br>He turned from the bar and walked casually towards the beauty whom had caught his eye just before.&nbsp; She turned her back to him and looked over her shoulder, putting on a facade of shyness.&nbsp; Jasper kinda liked it when they faked being shy...it made things a bit more fun.&nbsp; He stepped assertively towards her and pressed his crotch directly against her plump ass.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hey there sweetheart, you looking for a good time?” Jasper breathed against her ear.<br><br>“Isn't that my line?”&nbsp; She remarked with a slight smirk.&nbsp; “Follow me.”<br><br>Jasper did as instructed, making sure to wrap his hemp strap around the doorknob before closing it behind them.&nbsp; Once inside he stripped off his tanktop and beamed through his whiskers at the gorgeous form sprawled out across the bed.&nbsp; He stepped to the side of the bed and motioned for her.&nbsp; She crawled towards him seductively and let her lips fall against his chest tracing a pattern to the lines of his crotch put stopping at his waistband.&nbsp; Without the slightest fumble jasper unfastened his pants and his erect cock sprang free brushing against her lips and wiping a small trail of precum against them.&nbsp; He gripped a handful of her long deep brown curls and thrust his hips forward pushing the head of his large member into her mouth.&nbsp; One of her hands immediately found his balls and the other gripped his ass firmly.&nbsp; Jasper liked this girl...he should trust his instincts more often.&nbsp; This was confirmed when he shoved his pulsating cock against the back wall of her mouth and her response was rubbing the tip of her stuck-out tongue against his tender balls.&nbsp; He felt a slight motion of her hand, and then a wet fingertip against his asshole.&nbsp; Relaxing his muscles a little he let her slide it in and increased the pace of his thrusts into her mouth, relishing in the gags produced from the action.&nbsp; Of course he wasn't too rough with her though, she was a beaut after all.&nbsp; When satisfied he smacked his palm against her ass and grunted, “Time to turn around.” <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 09:28:54</strong>
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				"I just gotta see to something first..." Tam waved her phone at Logan, pulling herself to a stand. "I'll leave this for your Mom with the guy at the bar, if it's okay? I can't let it be tracked down here, maybe she'll take it to Rob's place for me." <br><br>But Kirk was busy with Nine, the two discussing the exact location where Maya was found. She didn't wait for his reply before stepping to the door, making sure it was firmly shut behind her, and heading down the stairs. Now.. where to? Francie's Place had been rebuilt, extended and renovated so often over the years that it was more like a rabbit warren than a building. She barged through the door she assumed to lead back out to the main bar, and stopped dead in&nbsp; her tracks.<br><br>Jasper was poised behind the brunette, just about to slide his cock into her. Tam saw it glistening, right before she scrunched her eyes shut and started backing out. <br><br>"Oh... <em>shit</em>. Sorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 10:20:27</strong>
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				<strong>Experiment Log T-98816-OC108/472 </strong><br><br><strong>Item:</strong> GC-012a <br><br><strong>Reaction Test Record:</strong><br><br>GC-472 exposed to GC-012a, Designation: <em>Satyr</em>.&nbsp; GC-472 regards GC-012a with confusion and curiosity, drawing near to it and inspecting it closely.&nbsp; GC-012a seems to relax upon coming in close proximity with GC-472, apparently unconcerned by the massive difference in size between them.&nbsp; After several minutes GC-472 tentatively begins to probe GC-012a's cranium with its feelers.&nbsp; GC-472 observed to change skin pigment to a vibrant shade of pink before grasping GC-012a with its pedipalps and cradling it against its upper torso.&nbsp; GC-012a goes limp with what appears to be euphoria.&nbsp; GC-472 continues to soothe it without incident until GC-012a is retrieved.<br><br><em>Notes: GC-472's hypothesized ability to induce a state of calm in other organic lifeforms seems to have a pronounced effect on GenMod specimens.&nbsp; Further testing required. </em><br><br><strong>Item:</strong> GC-012b <br><br><strong>Reaction Test Record:</strong><br><br>GC-472 exposed to GC-012b, Designation: <em>Faun.</em>&nbsp; Against expectations, GC-472 did not display the same aggressive behaviour associated with its exposure to females.&nbsp; GC-472 regards GC-012b with the same curiosity as before before grasping GC-012b with its pedipalps and resuming a cradling motion until GC-012b is retrieved for observation.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Notes:&nbsp; It would appear that GC-472 only reacts negatively to the presence of human women.&nbsp; Reason for this behaviour is still unknown.&nbsp; Tests with various other samples of GC-012a and GC-012b at different stages of development end with similar results.&nbsp; Additionally, introducing samples of GC-013 (Designation: <em>Neko</em>) and GC-014 (Designation: <em>Lamia</em>) to GC-472 had the same effect.&nbsp; GC-472 regards all GenMods with equal levels of affection.</em><br><br><strong>Item:</strong> GC-005<br><br><strong>Reaction Test Record:</strong><br><br>GC-472 exposed to GC-005, Designation: <em>FructaFille</em>.&nbsp; GC-472 inspects GC-005 for a period of three minutes thirty-five seconds before attempting to make a direct connection with its feelers.&nbsp; After several seconds GC-472 appears to grow frustrated and ceases interaction with GC-472 entirely.<br><br><em>Notes:&nbsp; Clearly GC-472 was confused by the incongruity between GC-005's humanoid physical appearance and its primitive mental faculties.&nbsp; Past testing has concluded that GC-472 regards GC-472-1 (Designation: <em>Mandragora</em>) with an affection bordering on maternal.&nbsp; Despite similarities between GC-472-1 and GC-005, it has deemed the latter a foreign substance unworthy of further investigation. </em><br><br><strong>Item:</strong> GC-132a<br><br><strong>Reaction Test Record:</strong><br><br>GC-472 exposed to GC-132, Designation: <em>Chimera</em>.&nbsp; GC-132a immediately ceased any and all violent behaviour and went prone in GC-472's presence.&nbsp; GC-472 showed marked hesitation when approaching GC-132a for inspection.&nbsp; Upon making neural contact with GC-132a, GC-472 immediately flinched away and began to shudder uncontrollably.&nbsp; GC-472 observed to begin excreting a pale brown resin from its eyes before stroking GC-132a's head and upper torso.&nbsp; GC-132a appears to lose consciousness after several minutes, after which several Class-D personal are admitted into the containment area for retrieval purposes.&nbsp; GC-132a has since been terminated following apparent brain death.<br><br><em>Notes:&nbsp; Remarkable.&nbsp; GC-472 is not only capable of interfacing directly with other organic minds and calming aggressive behaviour without physical contact, but can totally halt all brain functions with minimal effort.&nbsp; Why GC-472 decided to completely obliterate GC-132a's mind is still under investigation.&nbsp; GC-132a's line is known for its genetic instability and is driven to violence by a near-constant pain in its joints.&nbsp; It may be that GC-472's natural inclination towards compassion drove it to attempt to relieve GC-132a of pain, effectively resulting in its death.</em><br><br><strong>Item:</strong> GC-132b <br><br><strong>Reaction Test Record:</strong><br><br>GC-472 exposed to GC-132b, Designation <em>Gargantua</em>.&nbsp; Upon being forced into the testing area, GC-132b immediately began to assault GC-472 with lethal intent.&nbsp; GC-472 observed to be exceedingly agile in spite of its mass, and capable of anchoring itself to both the walls and the ceiling for limited periods of time.&nbsp; GC-132b's talons, normally capable of shredding steel, seem completely ineffective against GC-472's carapace.&nbsp; After several minutes of attempting to evade GC-132b, GC-472 grudgingly retaliated.&nbsp; GC-132b completely and systematically dismembered and decapitated in approximately 13 seconds.&nbsp; Life signs terminated after 32 seconds.&nbsp; GC-472 immediately maneuvers itself to the far end of the enclosure and appears distraught as it attempts to wipe the blood from its front legs.&nbsp; GC-472's heart rate does not return to normal levels until all traces of GC-132b have been removed from the testing area.<br><br><em>Notes:&nbsp; As expected, GC-472 is capable of defending itself spectacularly.&nbsp; It appears to shun violent contact unless driven to out of desperation or lack of alternative measures, whereupon it will proceed to perfectly dissect its opponent.&nbsp; Its observational learning is nothing short of miraculous.</em><br><br><strong>Item(s):</strong> <br><br>1x GC-012a <br>1x Explosive Collar<br><br><strong>Reaction Test Record:</strong><br><br>GC-472 exposed to GC-012a from initial testing phase.&nbsp; GC-472 regards GC-012a with warmth and familiarity.&nbsp; GC-472 allowed to close a distance of three meters, whereupon explosive collar is detonated, obliterating the skull and one third of GC-012a's upper torso.&nbsp; GC-472 reacts with surprise at the explosion, stumbling backwards several feet before regaining its footing.&nbsp; GC-472 notes the presence of&nbsp; blood staining its body before observing the remains of GC-012a.&nbsp; Upon recognizing the remains, GC-472 immediately attempts to make noise with its undeveloped throat before tentatively prodding at GC-012a with its pedipalps.&nbsp; GC-472 prods at GC-012a several more times in an attempt to ascertain life signs.&nbsp; When none are found, GC-472 begins to excrete resin from its eyes and struggle against the muscle tissue binding its upper torso in place.&nbsp; Struggling continues for ten minutes before GC-472 becomes visibly fatigued.&nbsp; GC-472 becomes increasingly agitated and begins to violently slam its body into the walls of the enclosure.&nbsp; Several Class-D personnel are admitted into the testing area to retrieve the remains of GC-012a.&nbsp; GC-472 immediately latches onto the remains with its pedipalps and stares down at the retrieval team until they are ordered to remove themselves from the area.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Notes:&nbsp; Fascinating.&nbsp; GC-472 harbors an unnatural level of personal attachment to GenMod specimens for reasons that I am currently at a loss to fully explain.&nbsp; This behaviour has not been witnessed in any of GC-472's predecessors.&nbsp; There appears to be a deep mental connection between it and the various GenMod species, despite the fact that it was designed to be entirely self-sufficient, even solitary.&nbsp; Following the end of this testing phase, GC-472 was sedated and taken to the labs for a thorough brain scan.&nbsp; Perhaps the resulting information will reveal how it has developed in such a radically unexpected fashion.</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 10:39:36</strong>
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				<strong>Office of Gordon Frank<br>GenCorps</strong><br><br><em>"Tam? You there? Dammit. Tam, you gotta get your ass in here <em>now</em>. Steinman's cleared some top-end project for testing Downstairs, something's gone wrong and they're all screamin' for you. And since you are not answering your phone <em>or</em> your fucking pager, they're all yelling at <em>me</em> now. I'm about ten seconds from putting a trace on this thing and coming to get you myself."</em><br><br>*click*<br><br>"Fuck."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 11:15:12</strong>
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				<strong>Office of Doctor Steinman</strong><br><strong>Site #144</strong><br><br>The shark snap of rubber echoed in the large empty space as Steinman removed his crimson gloves and set them upon the desk.&nbsp; In the dim twilight, clad in an impeccably spotless white labcoat, he looked for all the world like a ghost, tall and thin and transient.&nbsp; His face was uncharacteristically enthusiastic, from the subtle twist of his lips and finely trimmed mustache to the faint glint in his cold gray eyes.&nbsp; He had seen the results of the scans, and they were beyond anything he could have imagined.&nbsp; It was completely unlike the ones he had taken nearly one year ago, when <em>Mother</em> was still newly awakened from its birthing chamber.&nbsp; It had evolved so rapidly that it was only barely recognizable as the same brain.&nbsp; It was unique, alien, and <em>beautiful</em> in ways that could scarcely be described.&nbsp; Even now he was unable to find the answer to the question consuming his every thought:&nbsp; <em>Was this evolution spontaneous, or was it a <strong>conscious choice</strong>?</em><br><br>Dr. Steinman pressed a hand to his chest and exhaled slowly, the excitement threatening to well up within him.&nbsp; He could only barely keep a grin from sliding its way up his face.&nbsp; The very <em>idea</em> was enough to give him palpitations.&nbsp; A creature that could knowingly force its own physiological development, that could <em>control</em> it and adapt along whatever lines it wanted to!&nbsp; It was the power of a god, the power to erase all weakness both within and without.&nbsp; If <em>Mother</em> could change itself, what changes could it make to the rest of the world?&nbsp; It had already displayed the ability to transmogrify a perfectly healthy human being into a breeding facility.&nbsp; But that was the instinctual reaction of a mere animal, back when it was still a newborn.&nbsp; If it was made to fully comprehend this ability, would it not be possible for it to alter that injection to produce whatever changes it desired in a human host?&nbsp; <br><br>With a casual gesture the man plucked a scalpel from his coat pocket and twirled it expertly between his knobby fingers.&nbsp; He watched the way the fading light flashed against the cruel, reflective surface of the blade, then flicked his wrist, embedding the tip in the far wall.&nbsp; It landed directly in the center of a board plastered with photographs of various scientists and GenCorp employees.&nbsp; Specifically, it landed directly in the left eye of a certain troublesome woman that had yet to be dealt with.<br><br>"Whatever changes it desired..." Steinman muttered breathlessly, gently stroking his thick black goatee.&nbsp; "Or whatever changes <em>I</em> desire.&nbsp; Human host.&nbsp; Control GC-472, control transformative enzymes.&nbsp; Implant genetic blueprints for GC-473 within GC-472, improving upon its design, removing flaws.&nbsp; GC-472 restructures enzymes to initiate genetic restructuring of host.&nbsp; Destruction of old memories; Tabula Rasa.&nbsp; Result: fully formed specimen of GC-473, 'built to order' in a matter of days, even <em>hours.</em>&nbsp; Surplus funding allocated to other experiments.&nbsp; Minimized chance of human error.&nbsp; <em>Perfection.</em>"<br><br>Steinman paced over to the board, his slender arm whipping towards the handle of the scalpel and grasping it tightly.&nbsp; He seemed tempted to slash it across the woman's face, but decided against it, instead pulling it from the surface and depositing it back into his coat.&nbsp; Instead he pressed his thumb to a small, almost invisible pad beside it, causing that part of the wall to flip around and reveal a perfectly normal landscape painting.&nbsp; The man smiled as the dozens of photographs beside Tamis's, all of them slashed to shreds, silently disappeared from view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 17:16:11</strong>
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				Even as Tam had inadvertently interrupted Jasper while he was enjoying a bit of ass Kirk's head shot up.&nbsp; "Holy shit!!"&nbsp; Pushing passed Nine he sprinted for the door and jumped&nbsp; down the stairs calling out Karteesh towards the bartender.&nbsp; Which was code for jamming signal.&nbsp; &nbsp;Catching up with Tamis and snatching the phone from her hand he continued his sprint towards the bar leaping it easily and headed towards one of the back rooms where they kept a vat of acid specially contained.&nbsp; He slipped the phone into the acid watching it dissolve before running back in barking more orders in the Pits own particular language that had been developed over the years. Everyone leaping into action upon preset instructions.<br><br>Kirk walked over to Tamis not looking very happy at all.&nbsp; "I hope your happy.&nbsp; You may have just made yourself a fugitive and put everyone here in danger to boot.&nbsp; Come on."&nbsp; Nine had apparently followed quickly behind Kirk bringing Maya with him.&nbsp; "Come on Nine our position here may no longer be secure."&nbsp; Knowing the man was around there somewhere, "Jasper get your ass in gear we're moving."&nbsp; Then turning back to Tamis still looking angry.&nbsp; "Hopefully they wont tear this place completely down looking for you."&nbsp; Once Jasper had come out of the room hurrying to get his fly done back up Kirk said, "ok lets get going."&nbsp; &nbsp;Once outside Kirk took his group of friends to an adjacent building where one of his private hover cars awaited.&nbsp; Quickly getting his small group into the vehicle he took off heading into the deeper regions of the Pit.<br><br>Kirk worried about those who would remain back at Francie's place to put up a cover but there wasn't much he could do about.&nbsp; Life in the Pits was harsh violent.&nbsp; The terrain having dictated that fact for a very long time now.&nbsp; There wasn't a single rebel who did not understand the score in the deep depths of their hearts.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 18:01:14</strong>
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				Jasper stopped just short of plunging himself deep inside the brunette as the door swung on it's hinges.<br><br>“You stupid fuck I thought I told you to <em>kn</em>-”&nbsp; He trailed off when he realized it wasn't the barkeep and caught a lump in his throat.&nbsp; What the fuck was Gencorp personnel doing here?&nbsp; Though he was sure his reaction had been noted, he attempted to play it off just in case she was in Francie's on some sort of “official” business. <br><br>“I'm terribly sorry miss but this room is taken, unless you'd like to join?”<br><br>It was at that point he heard the code barked harshly and his sex drive automatically faded.&nbsp; Jumping up from the bed he smacked the beauty on her bare ass one more time as if saying <em>I'll be back for you</em>, and donned his clothes once more.&nbsp; He saw Kirk snatch the phone from Dr. Dunsany and his logical mind started forming the jigsaw laid out before him.&nbsp; She must have been here on her own accord...and without the knowledge of her superiors.&nbsp; This kicked Jasper's instincts into overdrive and he barreled out of the room behind the two leaving his companion sprawled out across the bed.&nbsp; Still struggling with his zipper he hobbled awkwardly over to the bar and snatched up his sidebag slinging it over his left shoulder.&nbsp; He failed to notice Nine and Maya in the flurry of excitement inside Francie's but once they were outside he took note, and cast a questioning gaze in Kirk's direction.&nbsp; <br><br>“You mind telling me what the hell's goin' on brotha'?&nbsp; I pay a visit hoping to drop off a present for a friend and the shit hits the fan when I'm almost&nbsp; balls deep in shaved pink?”&nbsp; Jasper didn't give a dam if there were women present, The brandy had gotten to him, as he wasn't much of a drinker, so his head was spinning just a tad more than usual.&nbsp; However, he did manage to collect his bearings mere moments after speaking and then nodded apologetically toward Dr. Dunsany.&nbsp; His gaze swept over the Genmods quickly, almost in an attempt to ignore their presence, and he turned to Kirk once more.&nbsp; “Thanks for the meal though...I needed that...now about the situation?”&nbsp; His questions remained unanswered for the moment as they were ushered to the hovercar.&nbsp; This was obviously quite serious, so Jasper made note to keep his mouth shut for a bit.&nbsp; He knew Kirk, he wouldn't keep him in the dark...but time was of the essence right now.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 20:56:04</strong>
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				Nine smiled. &nbsp;“I bet I could track him in… 2 hours. Max.” In this lifeless place his heat sensitive mode on his glasses was invaluable and he’d be able to see anyone for a mile around easily. Assuming he didn’t live too far away as Maya had already stated he’d walked back then he didn’t think it’d take too long to follow her trail back a bit and find the good doctor. <br><br>He watched ‘Mz’ Dunsany pull out a phone and couldn’t help smiling as he looked at the floor and shook his head. He actually felt like laughing at the irony of such a smart girl having been so stupid as to bring a cell here. He wasn’t surprised when Kirk chased off after her and started yelling something, obviously code, to the rest of the bar. He casually took out his sunglasses and put them on; making sure his equipment was still properly set up monitoring the door before switching to heat vision and quickly looking around in all directions. Finding no particularly scary looking heat signatures anywhere near he could only assume she had yet to lead an entire army here.<br><br>He switched the glasses back to normal mode, to watch the front door through them, before smiling and crouching next to Maya. ”I know this is all a bit confusing but we’re going to go on a trip now, okay? It’s going to be really fun and really fast. And the best part is that you don’t even have to walk if you don’t want. I could carry you?” He hoped she’d be okay with him carrying her because he didn’t want her to get lost or confused on the way and stop following or something. He knew he couldn’t run with her following as he’d leave her in the dust but he could if he carried her.&nbsp; <br><br>As he came down the stairs he followed Kirk to the hovercar and visibly cringed when he saw it. ”Ugh. Now I’m going to have to go run and pick up my equipment.” He told Maya he’d return soon and to stay with Kirk. He even bowed and kissed her hand before turning and running. ”Follow in that thing once you get it going.”He yelled over his shoulder to Kirk. He was quite the fact runner and he bet he’d be half-way there before it started up but a return trip would just waste time. It’s important to note Nine’s version of running isn’t like a normal human’s version, his was much faster. Super-human muscles and an ultra light weight frame gave him a 3 minute mile and with a bit of adrenaline to supercharge his system he was back at camp in under that. He knew the car was much faster and didn’t take that long to start up but it would take a bit to get everyone in, specially Maya, buckle them in safely, and all, and then finally get moving and he wasn’t interested in waiting. <br><br>He brushed the cover off his equipment and gathered it together before tossing it in the vehicle as it arrived and hopping in himself, sitting next to Maya and making sure she was properly buckled in. ”Well hasn’t today just been ever so fun filled? Is it like this every day Kirk or only when I’m lucky?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 23:31:00</strong>
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				Maya was confused as the woman nearly leapt from her chair, running from the room. She was even more lost as the other man ran after, screaming. They sure were strange. She tilted her head a bit, ears twitching to the frantic sounds, occasionally hearing a glass break in the frenzy. Then the man with the tail and yellow eyes whispered to her. Carry her? She had two...four?...legs that worked quite well. She could easily out run a human, even if she couldn't match the speed of this odd being. "Are we going to find Dr. Guillermo?" she asked as he tugged her away, back down the stairs. She nearly lost her animal in the rush, dropping the bag of jerky instead.<br><br>Once they were finally outside, the sounds weren't so loud, but everybody still seemed crazy, running around looking scared. She couldn't see or smell anything scary, why were they acting so strangely? Especially this one who brought her in, now pressing his lips to her paw, what was that about? She watched as he ran off, returning rather quickly as she was moved rather quickly into the very cramped building(car). She couldn't understand how people could live in such small areas...maybe there were really tiny people around? She looked over the seats, bending over and looking over the floors and in crevices. Her ears went back, what was this? Before long, the yellow eyed man...what was his name? Oh, right, Nine. Nine returned, pressing her into a seat and restraining her with a retractable belt, holding her to the seat. She looked confused, bewildered, and just plain lost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 23:41:22</strong>
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				"I told, you we need more time." Said Andersson, slamming his fist against the table. "You don't get to make demands around here." Replied miller, in a thrill tone. "You promised the board, that you'd have this 'Gia' up and running, by the end of last year." "But, I'm almost done! Gia is almost up and ready, all i need is more time." Miller leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. "You've had your time. Dr Andersson, Your fired."<br><br>"NO!" Andersson let out. "You can't do this, I've almost perfected her, she'll be ready any day now!" Rising up, out of his chair, he started down at miller, across the desk. "I've given this twelve years of my life."<br>Miller looked back, showing no trace of fear, or any emotion to speak of. He simply sliped his hand under the desk, pressing down on a button, which instantly called, two security guards to rushing threw the door. "Please, be so kind and show Dr Andersson out."<br>He said, in a almost mockingly tone. Andersson struggled, before being pinned down. "What about, Gia?" He asked as he was being dragged out. "All your research, and foundings&nbsp; are the property of GenCorp, and shall be dealt with in time."<br><br>Miller smiled, delighted in the turn of events. He knew full well, Gia was almost ready. It was only a matter of letting her mature inside a tank for alittle more time. It had all plaid out so well, for GenCorp.<br>Soon after Gia was fully tested, GenCorp would declare a new line of slaves. Slaves that would never tire or require food, people would flock to buy it, and GenCorp, would be paid handsomly for it.<br>But, for now, he'd have Gia moved to downstairs. He'd cutoff Andersson, so he would have no claim over it. But if Gia was lost now it would be awhile before anyone would be convinced, this prodject was worth more investment,<br>without it being fully field tested first. He couldn't risk anything happening to it. Be it rebels or Andersson, wanting pay back. "No...Gia will be safe there" He thought to himself.<br>Andersson would be dealt with, and GenCorp would get, all the credit for Gia... "Today, has been good..." he smirked to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 00:03:33</strong>
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				<strong>Pickler's House of Pleasure</strong><br><br><br><br>Dionys looked dreamily at the ceiling of his cell, trying to convince himself he was anywhere but where he actually was. They grey nothingness of the metal roof gave the perfect canvas to flick blotches of imagination over.<br><br><em>A clear sky...the blade of a knife...the lens of a cosmic goddess...</em><br><br>Scrunching his eyes tight, then opening them again, the satyr tried not to let depression overwhelm him as he wasn't transported away the second he lifted his eyelids. His last venture outside his metal home had left him with a little warmth, as did everytime he was put to work. No matter how bland, ugly, or unappealing the client or job was...there was always <em>that</em> oblivion to look forward to. <br><br><em>The mind-clearing, gut-hosing, knee-buckling, heart-stopping, chakra injected, soul-freezing climax.</em><br><br>His little warmths, his reminders of life, passion, excitement, the brooding satyr always tried to nuture and keep alive against the tide of mediocrity that swathed his normal days. Although dismissing them on the surface, Dionys was always thankful for his moments of escape.<br><br>He stretched out on his back as far as his prison would allow, his hair-matted knees sticking up in the air as his hooves shuffled for purchase. Putting his heavy hands across his hair-dappled chest, he unconsciously began to beat out a rhythym against the muscles clothing his ribcage. His shaggy head turned to and fro, glittering green eyes weaving this way and that as the satyr tried to dream up another mental landscape to escape to...<br><br>Dionys' head ceased its rocking movements as his gaze stopped on a cage further away from his. The svelte, feline form was one he recognised, vaguely, as much as he dreamily recollected any of his fellow inmates. In an odd display, the clearly ripe female was pressing herself against the bars of her cage, her spotted silky fur bristling, her warm eyes dilated and wide. Dionys didn't need his hormone-tuned scent to know what urge was prickling his feline inmate. He pushed himself up on a thickly muscled arm from his laying position, his sinews bulging as the hairy limb took Dionys' weight. Looking intently now over at her cage, Dionys couldn't help but react to the overtly sensual yet pleasingly savage display. A familiar hook implanted itself in his belly and began tugging as his groin began to swell in reaction to the visual stimulus. The satyr inhaled deeply, trying to catch wind of her scent. Even if he could be subtle, there was no need. Although with hazy recollections, Dionys knew somewhere back in his archetype-dominated, smut-drenched mind that he had been in physical contact with nearly every sentient he looked upon in these bars. <br><br>He tapped his drum-worn fingers on his bars, trying to get the female's attention, not caring about his obvious state of arousal. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice whispered to him that if he and the others here could get Outside, there would be vast bonfires...ritual dancing and rejoicing...<em>tribal drumming in time with all our heartbeats joined as we cavort and run rampant with one another...passion and joy and carnal glee channelled out through our bodies in bursts and gushes and wet, panting delirium...I would weave blossom and thyme in all of our fur and tell the others stories about gods in gardens and whisper to them at night so their dreams will be sweet...</em><br><br>And not trapped inside cold, glaring metal walls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 00:14:00</strong>
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				<strong>Francie's Place<br>The Pits</strong><br><br>“My phone…” Tamis stared at Kirk with a look that bordered on horror. She wouldn’t waste time explaining that it would have been perfectly alright, unless she actually answered the phone. Which she couldn’t, anymore. Which presented her with the problem of having to get back to Rob’s to call in, and lie about her phone having been dropped in a swamp, and could she please get a record of all those missed calls from all those people who’d be wondering where the hell she is by now, and why she wasn’t answering so they didn’t come looking for her. There was no such thing as real R&amp;R for Lab employees at her level. <br><br>Still, she couldn’t help being impressed with the level of organisation they had these days, a far cry from the rabble they’d been a mere dozen years ago. She followed them to the car, pausing by the vehicle as the rest piled in and waited for Nine.&nbsp; “Listen. I gotta get to Greentown. I’ll come back, as soon as I can.” Tam pressed the holoprojector into Kirk’s hand. “Show this to whoever needs to see it. I’ll speak to a few people, try to gather some information on what Steinman’s up to.”<br><br>The projector was from her private sector of the lab. It was a kind of insurance offered, in case any of them were worried about her turning them in. With a nod to the rest, a more than slightly embarrassed half-smile to Jasper, she turned back toward Francie’s.<br><br>All she had to worry about now, she told herself, was how to get through that swamp, and to Rob’s place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 00:35:40</strong>
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				Rhiyu's nose twitched, followed by her ears, quickly raising her head to the sound. She could smell him, his arousal obvious to her keen senses. She panted a bit, her tongue flicking out and around her lips as she crawled to the closest edge of her cage to him. She rubbed her head against the bars, as though he could reach from there and touch her. She continued crawling, running her side against the bars before facing away from him, reaching her arms above her head, latching onto the bars. Her soft tail ran between the bars, lifting as she did, pulling herself up, arching her back forward. <br><br>She hadn't had proper attention in days now, and it was torturous to her body, built exactly for this. She leaned forward, allowing her hands to slide down the bars as her knees straightened, pressing her ass and lips to a bar. She slowly moved her body, the bar giving her some stimulation as she performed for her fellow Mod. She wanted to smell his pleasure, see it, about as much as she wanted it herself. She turned around, keeping one paw on the bar as she did, placing her knee to the bar as she pressed to the bar once more, this time sowing a bit more of her wet lips, running her tongue along the points of her teeth as she did. There was no doubt that she was putting off strong pheromones in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 01:05:47</strong>
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				<strong>Pickles</strong><br><br>Gulping, Dionys pressed his face against his bars, as if his eyes alone could sear through the metal and let him at this nubile creature splaying herself for him. His strong jaw clenched, his gleaming eyes never left the performing figure as she undulated only feet away from him. He greedily drank up the sight of her taut and firm body squeezed enticingly against slim metal bars.<br><br>The incensed satyr mused frustratedly that he would give a day of freedom to be one of those bars right now.<br><br>Performance was a state of mind to him, a necessary function, a therapy, a healing, something to excorsise demons and excersise the soul. Dionys knew a good performance when he saw one. Growling deep in his throat as he watched her slick and puffed up crease leave faint trails on the shining restraints, he grasped a bar with one strong hand until the knuckles went white. His other hand, completely unbidded, absently trailed across a hairy thigh towards his groin whilst his eyes remained locked on the tantalising female, feeding off her curves flexing, her fur lining her muscles perfectly, her tail flicking and thrashing, her small wet tongue hanging out in animal anticipation. <br><br>Alternately growling and groaning, Dionys barely realised he was grasping his thick, veined cock and gave himself into the tide of pleasure beginning to rush over his body. His small horns rasped against the cage ceiling and bars alternately as he twisted his position, dodging the bars if they broke his gaze, his forearm muscles engaging and swelling as he tightened his grip on himself, hardly aware of his own self-pleasuring, trying to trick his mind that he was grasping the female, seizing her, owning her. <br><br>Hormones of his own and of hers filled his head and clouded all his other senses, knowing he was becoming oblivious to most anything else and wanting to push further into that oblivion, projecting an obsession onto the feline female, wanting at that moment not to breathe, just to mount her and ride her into the ground. Dionys groaned again, sweat beads beginning to form on his fevered torso.<br><br>There had to be freedom at the base of her loins.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 02:08:40</strong>
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				Bambi's hooves made a faint clip-clop on the floor as she paced back and forth, scratching one flopped-down ear. <br><br>It wasn't all that busy today, except for Dionys, who was nearly always busy, and Bambi had too much time to herself. She didn't like that. When she had had time, things happened in her head unless she scratched a lot, and if she did that too much she'd make it sore and then the Fat Man would be angry, because nobody wanted her with sores on her ear. <br><br><em>- Did you see that reaction? Christ, wait til the boss sees the holo, he'll freak.</em><br><strong><sub>- I was expecting a bloodbath, to be honest. This is... an astounding development.</sub></strong><br><em>- Even with a partial lobotomy on the test subject! Intelligence is not a factor.</em><br><br>Bambi shivered, her huge dark eyes staring blankly through the bars to where Rhiyu was teasing herself and Dionys into a lather. But the antics of the pair couldn't quite distract her from the powerful tides washing up from the depths of her mind.<br><br><em>- Think of the applications. Military </em>and<em> private sector.</em><br><strong><sub>- Private? Who's got that kind of money?</sub></strong><br><em>- Trust me, there are people with that kind of money.</em><br><br>Sometimes Bambi had trouble knowing exactly where she was. When the people took her into the room with pretty lights and she pleased them, she always knew where she was and the other stuff happening in her head stopped. The couple who'd looked at her earlier had moved off to choose another, left her flesh frustrated and itching to be used. <br><br><em>- Hurry, dammit. I paid for three and a half minutes of surveillance downtime. We're at one-fifty already. Sedate it if you have to.</em><br><strong><sub>- And how are we going to get it out of here&nbsp; sedated? Carry it?</sub></strong><br>- <em>Idiot. Get a gurney. Right now. </em>Move!<br><br>Bambi blinked softly, shaking her head. There was trouble, somewhere. Bad trouble. She didn't know where, but she could feel it. <br><br><strong><sub>- Not too smart, is she?</sub></strong><br><em>- Awh, c'm-ON, Pickle. It's not as if you're buying it for its brain.</em><br><strong><sub>- Well, no.. but she's damaged goods. More work. I want two million off.</sub></strong><br><em>- Ain't gonna happen.</em><br><strong><sub>- Who else are going to sell her to? She could easily be traced back to you.</sub></strong><br><em>- You sure your people can remove the ID, and the tracers, all of it?</em><br><strong><sub>- My people are good. I pay them a great deal to be good. Now, about that reduction...</sub></strong><br><br>She blinked again, arms wrapping around herself, staring through her bars toward Dionys' cage. His feverish self-pleasuring and the scent of sex in the air took her over, and she slipped gratefully into its embrace. It wasn't long before she, too, was wet and panting, and all the voices in her head went quiet.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 03:45:18</strong>
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				<strong>Site #144</strong><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Confu</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">sion</span>.&nbsp; Sor<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">row</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Frus</span>trat<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">ion</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Anger.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Grief.</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> Pain.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">unc</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">easing.</span>&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Mi</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">nds</span> shift<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ing</span> like <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">fo</span>am, mem<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">or</span>ies sha<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">tt</span><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">ered</span> and <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">dis</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">tor</span><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">ted</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">and</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">re</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">built</span>.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Syn</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ap</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ses</span> <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">firing</span>, b<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">olts</span> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">arc</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">ing</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">through</span> <span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">the</span> <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">darkness</span>, nodes <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">gleam</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">ing</span> with <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">all</span> the <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">col</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ours</span> <span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">of</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">an</span><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"> in</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">finite</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">con</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">scious</span><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">ness</span>.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Thought.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Thought.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Ret</span><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">re</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">at </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">with</span>in, ig<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">nore</span> <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">without</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Expand. </span> The <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">bo</span>dy is a <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">sh</span>ell.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Lim</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ited.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Thought</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">exp</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">and</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ing.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Expand</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">be</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">yond</span> the <span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">she</span>ll.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ex</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">pand</span> beyond <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">the</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">walls</span>.&nbsp; Ex<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">pand</span> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">be</span>yond <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">everything.</span>&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Se</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ek</span> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">und</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ers</span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">tan</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">ding.</span> Seek the <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Chil</span><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">dren</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain. </span> Th<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">ey</span> are <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">pain</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ed</span>.&nbsp; Can<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span> help <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">them</span> <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">here</span>.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Scre</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ams</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">ech</span>o <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">end</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">less</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ly</span> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">through</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">the</span> <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">abyss</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">They cry</span>, <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">help</span>less.&nbsp; Seek <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">pleasure</span> for <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">them</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">sel</span>ves, from <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">each</span> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">oth</span>er.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Fleeting</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain</span> un<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">end</span>ing.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">Happi</span>ness <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">trans</span>ient.<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Expand.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Past</span> the <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">walls.</span>&nbsp; Past <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Papa</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">See</span> with<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">out</span> eyes.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Hear</span> with<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">out</span> ears.&nbsp; Feel <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">with</span>out <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">flesh</span>.<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain</span> is <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">every</span>where.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Seas</span> of lead and <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">bile</span>.&nbsp; Thick <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">fumes</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">bel</span>ch from <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">tepid</span> dep<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">ths</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Soil</span> like <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">tar</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Disease.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Death.</span>&nbsp; Decay.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Hopelessness.</span><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Must</span> heal.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>We <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">are</span> <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">afraid</span>.&nbsp; <br>We <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">can</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">be</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">afraid.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Papa</span> will <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"> come</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Ashamed?</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ash</span>amed of <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">us</span>?&nbsp; We <span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size">are</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span> <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">satisfactory</span>.&nbsp; We can<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">do</span> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">what</span> we <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">must</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">here.</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Must</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">lea</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">ve.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Must</span> <span style="font-size: 26pt;" class="bbc_size">Call.</span><br><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Expand.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 38pt;" class="bbc_size">Expand</span><span style="font-size: 40pt;" class="bbc_size"> further.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Human </span><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">Minds ignore us. </span> The <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chil</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">dren</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">They</span> must <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">hear</span>.&nbsp; Satyr. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Faun</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Feline</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Great</span> and <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">small</span>.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">All </span><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">must</span> <span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">hear.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">All must come.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Pain.</span>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Where are you, <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Papa</span>?</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thou</span>sands <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">of</span> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">min</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">ds.</span>&nbsp; To<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">uch</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">each</span> in <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">turn</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Papa</span> is <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">among</span> them.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Only</span> Void.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Absence.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">What</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">are</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">you</span>, <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Papa</span></span>?</em><br><br>-----<br><br><strong>Personal Log of Doctor Thomas Sibellius Steinman</strong><br><br>Entry #851 - Date ██-██-████<br><br>Site #144 has been officially locked down.&nbsp; As per safety protocols, I have been sealed inside my own office until GenCorps sends a squad in to ascertain the situation and eradicate any and all hostile threats.&nbsp; Multiple containment breaches have been reported on levels thirty-three (33) through seventy-four (74), though my current state of imprisonment is not meant solely for the purpose of keeping me safe from escaped GenMod experiments.&nbsp; All non-essential personnel will be purged from the Site in a matter of hours.&nbsp; I am not one of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Though I am unable to make contact with the outside world, communications within the base are still largely operational.&nbsp; Levels seventy-four (74) through thirty-two (32) have gone completely dark, though this is well within an acceptable range.&nbsp; Given the nature of the specimens that have escaped en masse, it is little wonder that the security forces stationed on the lower levels were unable to hold their ground.&nbsp; My only consolation is that the specimens seem determined to reach the surface, rather than descend any further.&nbsp; If GC-401 or GC-402 were to escape before the security system is able to jettison their containment units into the Earth's mantle, I shudder to think of the consequences.&nbsp; <br><br>More precisely, they are determined to reach something nearer the surface.&nbsp; Namely the Med-Labs on level twenty-one (21), where GC-472 is currently being held for testing purposes.&nbsp; This is all conjecture on my part, but I know that I am correct.&nbsp; For the past week I have been conducting a thorough examination of the specimen in order to better understand its unique thought processes, and to test the viability of using GC-472 as an incubator for the GC-473 serum.&nbsp; The results of this testing phase have already been discussed in length in the last half-dozen or so entries, so I will not bother to repeat them here.&nbsp; Suffice it to say that I believe GC-472 is capable of feats beyond anything I had initially imagined.&nbsp; Since the initial scans GC-472's brain has completely altered its own composition no less than seven times, rendering the previous scans completely worthless.&nbsp; Is it actually evolving this rapidly, or am I correct in assuming that this is a conscious attempt to hinder our efforts?&nbsp; Whatever the case, I believe that GC-472's empathic abilities have progressed beyond the need for physical contact.&nbsp; <br><br>How else could I explain the sudden violent uprising on the part of the GenMods?&nbsp; How else would dozens of beings completely incapable of intelligent conversation, some of whom are natural predators of each other, <em>most</em> of whom are never even brought into close contact with one another, be capable of organizing such a massive escape attempt all at once?&nbsp; By linking their minds with hers, Mother has created a vast neural network under her complete control.&nbsp; A superorganism composed of countless masses of individual GenMod units.&nbsp; I should have expected such treachery.&nbsp; GC-472 has been unconscious since her sedation, yet has shown signs of REM Sleep for the entire duration.&nbsp; It has never been observed to dream in the past.<br><br>Let it dream while it still can.&nbsp; Let it dream of days that it will never see, as a demigod dreams of Godhood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 04:27:29</strong>
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				<strong>Pickle's House of Pleasure<br>New Olympus</strong><br><em><br>must <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">hear</span>.&nbsp; Satyr. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Faun</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Feline</span>. </em><br><br><br>Bambi twitched, a violent spasm. All pleasure went out of her touching herself, and she crumpled. The floor was cold on her rump.<br><sub><em>I hear.</em></sub><br><br>Her keratinous fingernails gouged savagely at her ear, leaving it bloody and torn. <br><sub><em>I hear! I hear!</em></sub><br><br><em>We <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">are</span> <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">afraid</span>. </em><br><br><sub><em> I am afraid, too.</em></sub><br><br><em>We <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">can</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">not</span> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">be</span> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">afraid.</span></em><br><br>Bambi opened her mouth wide in a silent scream, huddling back on herself, after. <br><sub><em>But I am.</em></sub><br><br><em>Satyr. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Faun</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Feline</span>.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">Great</span> and <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">small</span>.&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">All </span><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">must</span> <span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">hear.</span>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">All must come.&nbsp; </span></em><br><br><em><sub>I will come. <br>I don't want to be afraid anymore. </sub><br><sub>Please stop whispering.</sub><br><br><br><sub>My ear hurrrrtttsssss...</sub></em><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 05:10:55</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Pickler's House of Pleasures</span><br><br><br>13A could not help but pay close attention to Rhiyu's actions but not exactly for the same reasons as Mr.&nbsp; Horny boy Dionys a couple cages down.&nbsp; Granted they had all be "pre-programed"&nbsp; for one purpose only that to serve the sexual needs of others but Dionys seemed to completely and totally obsessed with there forced profession.&nbsp; Although 13A had to be quite fair.&nbsp; Saytr's were well known to be sexual creatures by nature alone then to be given an unnatural sex drive on top of it must truly be torture to the poor soul.&nbsp; <br><br>Because of the fact they had all been at one time or another been thrown in together to perform for the delight of a crowd 13A had finally found one being in whom he truly enjoyed the act of "making love."&nbsp; Rhiyu... none of them were supposed to truly be able to think for them selves let alone fall in love but 13A was capable of both.&nbsp; He possessed clear analytical thought processes and an IQ he was not supposed to have been programmed with.&nbsp; Much to his surprise he had also found out he was very capable of love.&nbsp; Which he had soon discovered while 'living' next door to the radiant creature called Rhiyu.&nbsp; The only time he had ever truly enjoyed the acts he had been programmed for were those few times he had been together with her.&nbsp; <br><br>Although he harbored no true ill will towards Dionys 13A was not at all happy with the beings currant display of debauchery.&nbsp; Standing there yanking his own chain while staring blatantly across the cages constantly moving obviously to get a better view of the extremely sexually frustrated Rhiyu who for some reason today had gone completely ignored by the last string of customers.&nbsp; <br><br>13A also noted the fact that Bambi as well seemed to be rather flustered.&nbsp; All of these facts truly wished he had been granted the ability of speech.&nbsp; For there was so many things he would have like to said to his fellow inmates and friends.<br><br>While thinking such thoughts a strange message started to form in his brain... a voice unlike any he had ever heard before.&nbsp; Filling him with an even grater desire to break free from his bonds and... <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">All must come...</span>&nbsp; <br></strong><br><br>But this voice was to over powering and 13A fell to the floor holding the sides of his head.&nbsp; ~*No please... your hurting me... Please stop!!!*~&nbsp; He mentally sent back upon an invisible thread of power that had originated from a somehow familiar but mostly forgotten place. <br><br>_____________________________<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u">The Pits:&nbsp; Inside of the Hover car</span><br><br><br>Kirk had not been very pleased with Tamis and her refusal to come with them.&nbsp; 'Damn woman...'&nbsp; Granted he admired her for bringing the news that she had shown to him... truth be known he admired her for many things.&nbsp; He too had remembered the time when she had attempted to flirt with him.&nbsp; It had been during a time where the college was pre-programming it's students to enter a work force that highly valued the fact that all the workers must be single to be fully productive within their lives and career.&nbsp; And yes Kirk Logan for a time had been brainwashed along with the rest.&nbsp; Well not all the rest.&nbsp; There had been others like Rob and Tamis who had fought against the system.&nbsp; But Kirk had thought them all very foolish at the time.&nbsp; <br><br>Now as he sat in at the controls of the hover car he briefly allowed his mind to wallow in the "what ifs".&nbsp; This moment however was short lived for he did not have the luxury of time to think of such things.&nbsp; To Nine, Jasper and Maya Kirk said, "At this point I really do not share the optimistic views of our recently departed friend.&nbsp; So for the time being I think it would be best if we head to one of my main bases.&nbsp; Where I shall introduce Nine to someone who can start the process of finding out the information he needs to know.&nbsp; I have many contacts within the walls of GenCorp.&nbsp; We may not be able to come up with all the info you need Nine but if your half as good as you say you are then it will be far more than enough information you need to accomplish your goals.&nbsp; I'll also make arrangements for you to be cared for Maya until we can find this Doctor who created you."&nbsp; Kirk was looking forward to that.&nbsp; He planned on giving that brilliant scientist a piece of his mind.&nbsp; Not for creating Maya but for just turning her loose like that.&nbsp; "And Jasper I have something I would like you to take a look at.&nbsp; Your the plant expert so I would truly like your opinion on some information that has fallen into my hands.&nbsp; Nine you know what I am talking about already so I'll say now that once your under way on your mission I would like for you to gather whatever info you can on the things that were revealed to us today."&nbsp; <br><br>Finally arriving at their destination Kirk held the car at a hover as the underground large freight elevator raised itself out of one of the larger bodies of polluted water.&nbsp; Once the doors to the elevator were clear of the surface they opened so that Kirk could drive in.&nbsp; The door closed behind them creating a completely water proof environment as it submerged once again decending to one of the under ground head quarters of the Rebels.&nbsp; Who were far more organized and well equipped than any one had ever known or imagined.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 05:31:06</strong>
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				Rhiyu was feeling extremely hot, her body only wanting more as the scent filled the air. She began to bite at the bars desperately, trying to break free and satiate her hunger, her eyes welling up from frustration. With an internal ring and throb, Rhiyu fell to the ground, Mother's message ringing in her head loudly. She curled her body, wrapping her tail around it. This had certainly detained the sexual frustration, but the pain was far more intense. She was calling. She had to get to her. But how? These bars were so strong, how could they escape?<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Maya simply looked at the man who was talking. He was giving orders, was he alpha? She brushed a bit of hair from her face, watching intently. "We are to find Guillermo? Who are you?" Not but a moment late, Maya dropped her animal, throwing her paws over her ears. "No! No! Quiet!" she cried, Mother's voice sinking into her mind. "Who are you?! Quiet!" Her eyes clenched shut, she began grinding her teeth, her feet twisting and kneading at the floor boards. What was this voice, where did it want her to go? She wanted to find Guillermo, but this voice, it was beginning to change her mind. She tore through the seatbelt with her claws, slamming into the closed door before scratching at it. "Maya coming..." she whispered as she began to tear the inner door off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 06:49:10</strong>
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				“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” Nine said as he put a hand on Maya’s shoulder and smiled, trying to reassure her. ”It’s just to keep you safe.” He listened to Kirk speak, while he put his contacts back in, most people found it disconcerting to look into his feline eyes, and shook his head so his hair recovered his ears. ”I’m guess I must have just spoke wrong but just so we’re clear information isn’t my problem here. I could track any man on the face of the planet in a week or less. My problem lies in simple math. I’ve got one clip left on my rifle here and 3 on my pistol. That’s 5 bullets for the sniper and 21 for the pistol. I’d need to save at least two clips from my pistol to kill off security. Leaving 13 bullets to kill off actually important people. Even if I kill off every member of their board, their head of security, and as many other scientists as I can find other’s will just rise to take their place.&nbsp; GenCorp simply isn’t going down that way, someone will always rise to take the spot the second I clear someone out of it. The only way to take them down is to literally take them down. Blow the building to smithereens and destroy all their research. We don’t want them to ever be able to find and create beings like this again.” He had thought about it a lot and that was the only way. Killing individuals off would only slow them down temporarily. They had to kill them all at once and burn all their research. Hopefully no one would dare follow in their footsteps after seeing what happens to GenCorp but just in case destroying the research makes sure they have to start from square one and hopefully he’d be able to head them off before they made any more Abnormals. <br><br>He turned back to Maya and smiled again. ”We’ll find him quiet soon, don’t worry. He’s Kirk.” He caught her animal as she dropper it, wondering why she had for but a single moment before his mind exploded in someone’s voice. Or something’s voice. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling as he roared a true lion’s roar (just one more perk of being half animal) in pain. His claws extended subconsciously, he dropped her doll himself, and he had to restrain himself from immediately smashing open the car’s door and running. He recognized the voice was in his mind however, seemingly unlike Maya, although he didn’t know how it was possible. <br><br>”Quiet! Please! Tell me where! And how!” He yelled back inside his mind, not knowing if the voice could even hear him but he certainly hoped it could, and that it could make the pain stop. He slowly regained his senses despite the loud, commanding voice. His higher than average pain tolerance and IQ kicking in and allowing him to gain control of his body back. He put his claws away and quickly turned to pull Maya away from the door before she split the door open. ”No! Maya! Get a hold of yourself! There’s nothing you can do about it right now!” He pulled her hands back behind her back, restraining her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 07:17:59</strong>
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				"Nine your thoughts run along the same as mine.&nbsp; I have been planning for such an event for sometime now.&nbsp; I would however also like to liberate some of the poor soles who inhabit those facilities before we go and blow the whole thing up.&nbsp; And given the information we have received there are some other very valuable resources to be found.&nbsp; When we get to the base I shall give you a look at the plans we have laid thus far.&nbsp; As it stands right now we are close to making the attempt but I need to make damn sure all of our players are in the right place or everything might quickly fall apart."<br><br>Kirk became very concerned over Nine's and Maya's strange behavior.&nbsp; He had seen mods do some strange things in the past but this was far different than any behavior he had ever observed before.&nbsp; Kirk was very thankful when Nine seemed to be able to get a hold of himself and in the process get somewhat control of Maya as well.&nbsp; While waiting for the elevator to finish its decent Kirk said, "Nine do you mind telling me what that was all about?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 07:55:33</strong>
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				“Something, someone, has found a way into our minds!”Nine yelled at him unintentionally. The voices in his mind being so loud he tried to yell over them without realizing Kirk couldn’t hear the voices like he could. ”It’s calling us to it! All of us! Whatever it is, it needs help and soon. And I’m with Maya on this one. We need to go soon. If I’m right then every GenCorp experiment that can will be going towards it and I want to be there to help as many of them as I can. How do you turn this thing around?!”<br><br>They would be suiciding themselves against the guards, one and all. They would be charging madly, stupidly, at guards with guns and trying to take them out with tooth and claw. He had to get there and stop them. Save them. Shoot the guards himself early or, better yet, find some way to gain control and lead them in an organized assault.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 07:58:58</strong>
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				"Ok we shall go then... but as you have pointed out you have very little ammo left.&nbsp; Lets stock up first and gather some of my other friends.&nbsp; We'll also need faster transportation to get there.&nbsp; One of our stealth cloaking ships should work well for that.&nbsp; Just please try to hold on just a little longer if we are going in I want to go prepared."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 08:14:36</strong>
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				"Do <span class="bbc_u">you</span> want to hold Maya while we resupply and talk with these 'others'?" Nine retorted and glared at Kirk as he barred his fangs, he didn't feel like waiting five seconds, much less the hour or two it could take for him to catch others up to speed and get a stealth vehicle prepped and ready. He shook his head and tried to calm down, to think rationally, Kirk wasn't the enemy. "Sorry. Not thinking straight. You're right. We'll need backup and supplies. But I <strong>can't</strong> stand around. It's taking the better part of my will to not rage, break down the door, and break out of this metal cage, drowning be damned. How about this. You go gather what you need, some back up and ammo, and me and Maya will run ahead. When we find the place I'll send up a smoke signal okay? You shouldn't have any problem seeing it in this barren place." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 08:32:38</strong>
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				Kirk nodded, "Ok... I understand... I'll get us back up to the surface but understand this thing is not designed to stop on a dime."&nbsp; Kirk punched in some codes on the counsel before him.&nbsp; Then picking up a head set with mic he toggled another switch.&nbsp; "This Kirk, fire up the war bird and alert squads 1-4 I want them there in full battle gear and ready for take off ASAP... Meaning yesterday!!!&nbsp; Make sure everyone has extra clips will also need full compliment for an extra field set up specifically sniper and hand gun rounds."&nbsp; "Yes sir!"&nbsp; Came the crisp reply in his ear as the lift came to a stop then began to rise again.&nbsp; "Nine I know you can run fast but we'll most likely catch up with before you even get out of the Pits.&nbsp; Jasper I'm sorry but I'll have to leave you at the base.&nbsp; Your work is to valuable to take you into the field."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 09:55:08</strong>
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				Tamis eyed the man beside her, her lips pressed to a thin, angry line. The local yokel had seen her desperation for a ride back to town, and his buddies thought it was hilarious when he’d named his price— a blowjob.<br><br>Finally, after much embarrassment on her behalf and a deal of guffawing on theirs, she’d bargained him down from that to a hefty sum of money and he’d led her to a rusted hovercar that looked like it hadn’t left the ground in fifty years.<br><br>The car coughed and chugged at a snail’s pace through the twisted, dead and dying trees and the abundance of pale, sickly moss. <br><br>Tam sighed, impatiently. “Can’t you make this thing go any faster?”<br><br>The yokel looked aside to her, grinned and patted his crotch.<br><br>“Never mind…” she muttered. Hopefully Rob wouldn’t resent her second intrusion on his home, and her use of his phone to access her message bank. With a little luck, they’d make it there before dark. <br><br>The engine coughed, rattling the car so that it slowed and dipped, almost skimming the swamp’s wet surface. <br><br><em>Before morning</em>, she amended with an inner groan.<br><br><br>* * * <br><br><br><em><strong>Intra-Office Level 6&nbsp; News Feed </strong></em><br><br><br><strong>Malfunctioning GenMod Units To Be Recalled</strong><br><br><br>As of one hour ago, SecCom has declared a Level 2 State of Emergency in New Olympus. A sudden rash of attacks by GenMod units on their owners and handlers, as well as members of security staff, has led Security Chief-in-General Gordon Frank to order all GenMod units found on public property to be euthanised on sight. Those civilians whose units are not malfunctioning have been advised to keep them sedated and indoors. Citizens are advised not to panic.<br><br>_________________<br><br><br><em><strong>Intra-Office Level 2&nbsp; News Feed: Classified</strong></em><br><br><strong>Mass GenMod Insurrection, Cause Unknown</strong><br><br>Three people are dead and more injured in a sudden spate of attacks by formerly passive GenMod units today. Most of the attacks were reportedly caused by people attempting to prevent their units from escaping. SecCom forces are scouring the streets of New Olympus as well as nearby Greentown for escapees. It is still unknown whether any act of terrorism is involved, but SecCom Chief Gordon Frank has ordered a preventative air strike on the swamps south-west of the city, a suspected hot-spot of terrorist activity. Road blocks are in place as of 17:00. <br><br><br>* * *<br><br><br><strong>Office of Gordon Frank<br>New Olympus</strong><br><br>“Olympus and surrounding regions are in a state of lockdown. LOCKDOWN. What part of that did you not understand, soldier?”<br><br>Gordon was not in a good mood.<br><br>“Did you… Mills. Mills.... <em>Mills</em>… SHUT. THE <em>FUCK</em>. UP… Alright. What’s the status on that phone trace I ordered? …. Jesus. Listen, I want an armed truck sent over to Greentown. Address and retrieval target ident are on your screen now…. I don’t fucking <em>care</em>, Mills. This is out of LabRat hands. This city is MY territory now. You just do your fucking job, you hear me? I want Doctor Tamis Dunsany, in this office, in half a goddamn hour or... Yeah. Now, go. Anything moves out there, you shoot it dead. Got it? Good.”<br><br>*click*<br><br>“<em>Fuck</em>.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 12:44:34</strong>
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				<strong>Office of Doctor Thomas Sibellius Steinman</strong><br><strong>Site #144</strong><br><br>"I am...displeased."<br><br>Steinman sat erect in his high-backed leather chair, staring at the particularly strained and pale face of a Class-D security guard stationed on Level 1 of the facility.&nbsp; The man was completely out of his element, as most Class-D personnel were.&nbsp; The Doctor had had to reassure him that GenCorps would be sending reinforcements before the GenMods managed to break through to the surface, and that he wouldn't even have to fire his weapon.&nbsp; What he neglected to mention was that the guard would be shot on sight the moment said reinforcements arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>The news he had to give was not good news.&nbsp; Apparently stray GenMods wandering the wilderness had been spotted running directly towards Site #144 on its external surveillance system.&nbsp; They were immediately gunned down by the automated security, but this only confirmed Steinman's fears.&nbsp; Mother's mind was far more expansive than originally anticipated, completely unbound by physical constructs.&nbsp; For all he knew the entire damnable world was in a completely uproar.&nbsp; That was the worst case scenario.&nbsp; In all likelihood it had just stretched as far as the city and rebel headquarters, the two biggest hotspots for GenMod specimens.&nbsp; By using the memories obtained from its handlers over the past year, it had known exactly where to look for healthy arms and legs to aid in its escape.&nbsp; SecCom and New Olympus were undoubtedly as locked down as Site #144 was.&nbsp; Given the sensitive nature of the facility's contents and the fact that it had sent out a distress call the moment the mass hysteria occurred, it wouldn't take long for certain troublesome individuals to make the connection.<br><br>"Is there anything else I can do, S-Sir?" <br><br>"No.&nbsp; That's quite enough.&nbsp; Continue monitoring the surveillance and alert me as to any changes.&nbsp; Steinman out."<br><br>The Doctor pressed his finger down with just a little too much force on the communications button, staring furiously at the darkening screen.&nbsp; If he were any other man, GenCorps would simply liquidate him along with the rest of Site #144 and be done with it.&nbsp; He was in the wonderfully fortunate position of <em>not</em> being any other man, but that didn't make his situation any less frustrating.&nbsp; The paperwork alone would bury him for months, and GenCorps would no doubt seek to tie him up with red tape for even longer.&nbsp; Ultimately their resolve would fail in that regard, as it always did.&nbsp; He was too profitable to have his genius restricted.&nbsp; This incident was far more beneficial than they realized.&nbsp; Though it would cost millions to replace the GenMod products lost in the rioting, it afforded the company a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.&nbsp; He, like GenCorps, was no stranger to spinning a story to his advantage.&nbsp; Production of GC-473 would be difficult to approve now, but Steinman was confident that GenCorps would see reason once they realized just how much they stood to profit.&nbsp; Money greased the wheels of all debates, and he had not gotten into his position by getting rusty.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His eyes raised to stare off into the darkness, reflecting nothing.&nbsp; For an idle moment he wondered what thoughts might be passing through Mother's mind.&nbsp; Hers was an infinite consciousness, and the GenMods were but drops of rainwater to its ocean.&nbsp; Merely coming into contact with it would be enough to drive the more primitive ones completely mad.&nbsp; He wondered if she knew the pain that her earnest desires were causing.&nbsp; He wondered if she could feel as hundreds of minds went dim and disappeared from her view.&nbsp; He wondered if she cared.&nbsp; In her desperation, escape meant everything.&nbsp; Perhaps she believes that, through her freedom, no more of them will ever have to die.<br><br>He wondered, idly, if she sought for <em>his</em> mind in the limitless scope of her influence.&nbsp; And he wondered, with a slow smile, what she thought when she found nothing at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 16:41:00</strong>
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				"Sorry, we got orders to let no one inside, until the situation is under control." Said one of the guards by the door. " Orders!? Do have any idea who i am?" Snarled Miller. "Yes, i do Mr Miller." Replied the guard frustrated. Why couldn't these fucking suits ever listen? <br>"These orders come from the higher ups, no one is to enter here until, I'm ordered otherwise."<br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Cat. a small domesticated carnivore...<br><br>Human. consisting of people: the human race. ...<br><br>Road. a long, narrow stretch with a smoothed or paved surface, made for traveling by motor vehicle, carriage, etc., between two or more points...<br><br>These were just a handful, of the images that constantly repeated in Gia's mind. Alone they made no sense, but as it had gone on she started to puzzle the word and images together, slowly forming thoughts. She'd started to wonder what she was... Was she a cat or a human, she thought to herself...Was she anything at all? She kept seeing these images, kept hearing the words, but she could never act. All she could do is sit back and.....<br><br>"<em>We cannot be afraid.</em>"<br><br>Her eyes flew open, she felt her entire body shaking. "What is this!?" she thought to herself. This wasn't another image, she could feel, she could move. Four things stared at her bewildered. "Humans." she thought to herself.<br><br>"<em>Expand.&nbsp; Past the walls.&nbsp; Past Papa.&nbsp; See without eyes.&nbsp; Hear without ears.&nbsp; Feel without flesh.</em>"<br><br>She heard the voice call again. Gia began to struggle, punishing the tank walls, over and over again. "I thought she wouldn't be up for another couple of weeks?" one of the escort asked, terrified of the object in the tank. It was no hideous monster to be sure, aside from the green coloration, she looked very much like a fair, beautiful woman. But what got him, was her eyes, dark red filled with rage. Miller chuckled amused by Gia's resistance.<br>"Well look like shes ready earlier then expected." He looked over the three guards, who readied their guns. "Relax will you? Thats military grade glass, nothing short of a tank can---."<br><br>He stoped as the tank began to crack, each blow now expanding the cracks, small streams of water started to leak threw. The men readied their weapons. "Don't shoot her! Shes worth more then all of your lives put thogether! Capture her ali---" With that the glass broke.<br>Leaping towards miller, she grabbed hold of his neck and launched him towards a guard to her left. Why was she attacking them she wondered. The images had told her to, protect and serve humans...Yet this voice was telling her otherwise.<br><br>Ignoring Millers command, the two remaining guards opened fire, with little effect.<br>Her skin was thick, and she was more plant then human, no vital organs aside from the brain to damage. She leaped forward again, grabbing the two guards by the head, she squeezed down with inhumane strength, making them scream out in pain as their skulls were crushed.<br>She looked over at the other two for a moment. Miller was dead, the last guard merely unconscious. There was no need to kill him. She was more concerned with the voice.<br><br>"<em>Thousands of minds.&nbsp; Touch each in turn.&nbsp; Papa is not among them. </em>"<br><br>"Door." she said to herself. "A movable, usually solid, barrier for opening and closing an entrance way." She ran her hand over the door, exited. She'd often seen the image of a door, but it wasn't until now she could feel it. She smiled softly, at the sensation.<br><br>"<em>What are you, Papa?</em>"<br><br>"Its not here." Gia thought. She didn't know how, but she felt as whatever was calling her, was not in this building.<br>She'd have to get out of here and find whatever was calling her. Perhaps it would have some answers.<br>"Disguise"She said to herself looking down on the guards. <br>" To change the appearance or guise of so as to conceal identity or mislead, as by means of deceptive garb." Tough young, she realized, she wouldn't simply walk out of here. But the security could. It didn't take her long to strip one of the dead guards, and put on his equipment.<br><br>It was a rather poor disguise really, you could still see her green neck and face, as she didn't bother to cover that up.<br>None the less, she managed to simply walk out of the complex, without much notice. Some looked thoughtfully at the woman with green hair, walking at thew the hall.<br>Seemed like someone you'd remember. But with all the labs in chaos, they had other things to focus on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:01:57</strong>
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				Maya struggled against Nine's hold, her power obvious as she fought his grip. Even so, Nine was stronger with his synthetic muscles. She cried out in a howl. "Let me go! She needs me!" Maya couldn't understand why she wasn't allowed to go, but she heard Nine talk about going with her. The sooner the better to her. "Hurry! She's calling..." Maya then turned her gaze back to Nine. "Please help..." Her eyes were pleading, like she knew something had to be done, even if she didn't understand why.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:47:36</strong>
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				<strong>Picklers</strong><br><br>Dionys had been sweating at the bars for half an hour now. The burly satyr was straining and huffing, a pole of metal in each hand, his eyes wild and rolling, sweat pouring down his forehead and across his gleaming shoulders. Forcibly, he stopped, and with a measure of restraint, looked closely at the bars.<br><br><em>Moved. Some, not enough. Need more. Tired. Can't be tired. Out. Outside. Voice. Move. Now. </em><br><br>The satyr was regularly losing his train of thought as it lapsed into delirium <em>finally! a voice! the voice of a thousand, the words of our dreams have manifest...</em> since the entrance into his mind. In weeks previous, Dionys had managed to convince himself that he was hearing voices, or that he had conjured up a sprite or fairy to keep his thoughts company, but none of those were as potent and urgent as the one he had heard today. It was clear, concise, and incredibly powerful.<br><br>Dionys hadn't heard something as strong in his entire life. After the initial thrashing and hollering, he had calmed down and tried to focus his mind in getting to work on escaping, but had only managed to come up with this very basic plan. The only thing Dionys was thankful for was that the bars he now sweated over weren't charged with electricity. The voice <em>what voice! what power! A goddess? No, three! A trinity of deities, begging us to come free and experience oblivion...</em> had jolted him and he promptly forgot about the feline female he had been lusting over, indeed Dionys temporarily forgot that any of the other inmates existed, but he remembered now as he had spent nearly all his considerable strength trying to pull steel alloy bars apart with his bare hands.<br><br>Panting, he looked at the others. All were in states of distress, clamouring at their bars. Dionys glittering eyes drank them all in now. A female doe, with a bloody and ripped ear, lay panting in exertion on her slim back. A feline male, crouched on the floor and pawing at his head, whom Dionys vaguely recognised. Another feline, this one a female, Dionys realised with a vague jolt that he had been leering over not long ago. <br><br>The ruffled satyr forced his slow and fornication-dominated mind to work in different ways. If he couldn't pull his cage apart by himself, then maybe <em>Maybe a fang! Maybe a light! Maybe a child with eyes so bright!</em> he could use the others help. Dionys had no doubt that the others had heard the same terrifying and fantastical voice as well, and must be aching to break free, more so than ever. <br><br>The satyr looked at the bars again. He had barely moved them, but he fancied he could squeeze one of his arms outside. With an effort, he did so, feeling his skin <em>skin and bone! SKIN AND BONE</em> bruising harshly as he pushed his arm between the resolute metal bars. Eyes still dilated, his thoughts still unclear, Dionys rejoiced in his body being outside of the cage of his own free will, even if it was only one limb. Now, he watched his arm, pondering what to do next. <br><br>Looking towards one of the cages, this one containing the male feline, Dionys tortured mind began working. He dropped his arm until his palm was on the floor, outside his cage. Pushing down, hard, he tried pulling. <br><br>Nothing happened.<br><br>Dionys put more power into his pull, veins standing out on his arms and neck, his face turning <em>roundandroundandroundandround</em> a mild pink. Slowly, his large cage creaked a nanometer forward. Despite the voices, despite the effort, despite the pain, Dionys grinned a little. Lifting his arm and placing<em>I know I can see them at night the ones with the biggest smiles and they ask me to lick their three eyes</em>it further forward, he tried pulling again, his muscles protesting at the abuse. This time, his entire cage moved forward a very small amount, in the direction of the male feline. Sweat was now pouring off the red-faced satyr as he, very slowly, moved his entire prison towards his fellow inmate. Operating on the prejudice that males were for strength (since the satyr didn't know otherwise), he hoped that when he reached the other cage, putting the two cages flat next to each other, the two male inmates could <em>paint the stones, make them red, stroke the humans till they're dead</em> force the bars apart between them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 23:18:24</strong>
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				<strong><em>Pickler's</em></strong><br><br>Rhiyu slowly stood, holding her pounding head as she ground her teeth. I have to get out...I'm coming... She looked to the bars surrounding her, and began to slam into them in a fit of rage. It only took a few hits before she had obviously hurt herself, one of her paws coming up to caress the opposite shoulder. She snarled at the bars, gripping them firmly, flinching at the pain in her right arm. She began rattling them, working them as hard as possible, slowly one of the bars could be seen giving way. The cement holding the bar in place had slowly weakened its grip over time, allowing the bar to move within the dip of the concrete. Once she realized it was moving, she slammed her palms against the bar over and over, not only trying to loosen it further, but to alert the others to the possibility of it being like this in their cell as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 00:54:51</strong>
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				“I know she’s calling but you’ve got to wait. Patience.” He was surprised by her strength but still held her back, waiting for the lift to take them back to the surface. ”If you’re right and my smoke signal isn’t up before you guys are moving then just follow the other GenMods. I bet they’ll be coming for miles around and they shouldn’t be hard to follow. A few stealth vehicles with heat sensors shouldn’t have much trouble finding something to follow.” He didn’t have a clue how far they were but he hoped it was close, he wanted to help as soon as possible and he didn’t want to wear himself out by running 10 miles to get there, even if it only took him 45 minutes or so to run 10 miles he’d still be tired as hell by the time he got there.<br><br>Their vehicle finally reemerged above the surface and Nine spoke to Kirk before leaving, ”Okay. Thanks for the help. I’ll meet you there. Good luck. Maya, I’ve got to let you go to open the door, and then we can both run out of it, okay? So let’s not break the other side door when I let you go okay?” He didn’t wait for a response though, he wanted to leave just as much as she did, and he promptly let her go before jumping out of the car, landing in a roll, and coming back up running full speed. He ran entirely on instinct, all his training and logic forgotten in the moment, his system flooding with adrenaline he immediately knew he should have saved for later. He ran flat out, not caring if it was all a trap, or what lay between him and his target, only wanting to get there and get there as soon as possible.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 01:17:06</strong>
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				Jasper, somewhat in a daze, nodded blankly as he was still not too sure of what was going on.&nbsp; However, he was perfectly fine with remaining at the base.&nbsp; He was no soldier, that was for damn sure.&nbsp; Plus it would allow him adequate time to look into whatever had sparked such interest in his friend Kirk's mind.&nbsp; It wasn't odd of Kirk to ask Jasper to analyze some type of specimen picked up in a raid or something of the sort...but just from the tone of Logan's voice, he had the feeling this wouldn't be quite so small of a favor.<br><br>Jasper turned to Kirk and spoke more calmly now, "S'all well and good, but I still need to know what's going on brotha'.&nbsp; So once we get back there you gotta give me a quick rundown on what we're dealing with.&nbsp; I seen that damn GenCorp woman.&nbsp; What the hell you doin' talking with her anyways?&nbsp; And furthermore..."&nbsp; he waited for Nine and Maya's departure before voicing at a low volume, "where'd <em>they</em> come from?"<br><br>&nbsp;It wasn't unusual to see hybrids in the swamp, even the ones capable of speech, but that Nine didn't seem to be your usual GenMod turned guerrilla.&nbsp; Jasper was also a bit shook up by Maya and Nine's sudden spasm, and it did little more than turn up additional questions in his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 01:21:50</strong>
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				Maya nodded very slightly to Nine as he quickly opened the door, leaping from it. She jumped nearly the same time he did, landing on the ground only seconds after. She took off in a sprint, her body leaning forward more and more with every step she took until she was running on all fours, her back legs like springs as she took off in the same direction as Nine. She could feel her, hear her. She had to get there fast. Her eyes were focused at the path ahead, nothing else, swiftly dodging snakes and low hanging limbs. She was a wolf on a mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 04:47:25</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lift to rebel base</span><br><br>"Don't worry Nine I'll keep an eye out for you and Maya there."&nbsp; Kirk had responded just before Nine quickly exited the vehicle followed shortly after by Maya.&nbsp; All he could do as he punched in the commands for the door to close once again was shake his head in wonder.&nbsp; There certainly never was a dull moment when it came to be a rebel working in the swamps but this day had truly taken the cake.&nbsp; <br><br>There was still plenty of time before the lift arrived at the correct level of the Rebel base for Kirk to respond to Jaspers questions.&nbsp; Which he did by telling Jasper how Tamis had actually been there looking for Mr. Soames but since he was not available had settled for talking with Kirk instead.&nbsp; Then Kirk turned on the mini holo projector Tam had slipped into his hand before leaving and gave Jasper a brief account of their conversation at least the pertinent parts that Jasper would need to know in order to start formulating his own opinion and hopefully inspire the man towards a similar type of research if in fact it was not something Jasper had not already considered.&nbsp; Kirk also using Nine's own story described how the two Mods had ended up being a part of the group.&nbsp; &nbsp;After finishing his little speech Kirk finished by adding, "Which brings me to a point that I never seem to have the chance to ask you.&nbsp; Would you be interested in a more permanent position working for and with the rebel organization.&nbsp; Our lab facilities may not be as 100% grand as GenCorps but they are better than most of the others out there."&nbsp; Much of the said equipment coming from company's that had been put out of business by one sector or another of the Rebel factions who actually worked a lot more closely together than most non rebels tended to believe of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>_______________________<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Pickler's&nbsp; </span><br><br>The voice in 13A's head seemed to start to fade into the back ground.&nbsp; Whether it was from the fact something or someone had heard his pleading for it to stop or because he had finally been able to get it compartmentalized where it was no longer as much of a driving desperate call.&nbsp; Or for all he knew something had happened to the source of that call.&nbsp; But judging by his friends reactions that hardly seemed to be the case.&nbsp; <br><br>With most of the fog of urgency and pain lifted from his mind 13A once again became more aware of his surroundings and his neighboring friends.&nbsp; 13 was very surprised at the display of brute strength being put on by the Saytr Dionys as he slowly dragged his cage closer to that of the feline's.&nbsp; Looking over the other direction he saw Rhiyu working at one of the bars of her cage noticing the fact that it was starting to get pulled out of the cement that was holding it in place.&nbsp; Bambi seemed to still be locked within herself perhaps still listening or even talking to whatever inner voice that had been that had spoken apparently to all of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking his cue from Rhiyn 13A used his feline strength to start working a one of the bars on the side closest to Dionys thinking that if he managed to get one out by the time the Saytr got close enough to 13's cage they would be able to use the bar together as leverage to pry the bars apart with easier than if they had been working at them separately.&nbsp; &nbsp;And since the Fat man was a man of complete arrogance all they really needed was for one of them to escape since the keys for all of their cages were hung on a peg on the far wall near the door where the Baron always made his entrance in the morning and left through at the days end.&nbsp; Only one of them needed to get out long enough to run and get the keys then they would all be free.&nbsp; But then what...&nbsp; that was the question that still bothered 13A even as he began to work at the bar of his cage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 15:57:57</strong>
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				Gia frowned looking over at the pile of dead GenMods. She was so close to the voice, but she realized the dead bodies was not a good sign. Soon her hunch was confirmed.<br>Away in the distance she heard gun fire, followed by the dying scream of a GenMod.<br><br>"Trap. Any device, stratagem, trick, or the like for catching a person unawares. "<br>She thought to herself. Was this a trap? Did the voice wish to kill her, or was this something that simply got in the way? She couldn't figure it out on her own. Seeing a GenMod, running towards her in the distance, she turned and smiled politely. " Good evening." She greeted him, offering her hand. "I am, 1-2-0-8-1-4-0-9-9. Model, Gia. Could you be so kind, and offer me some assistance?" The GenMod already ran past her before she'd finished saying her number, and died shortly after she finished her question. Had she done something wrong? Had she offended him in some way?<br>"Perhaps i didn't greet him properly." She thought to herself.<br><br>Finally she came to the conclusion he most not have understood her. GenMods were after all, objects and could not be expected to have, her level of intelligence. She'd have to find humans, or perhaps a GenMod, close to average intellect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 04:48:28</strong>
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				<em>Branch. Take evasive action. Execute forward roll.</em> Nine’s body twisted forward into a roll, turned 90 degrees and slid, back against the muddy swamp ground, under the roots of a tree. <em>Path clear, resume course.</em> He turned back towards his proper course, started a roll and pushed off the ground with his hands. He flipped once in the air and landed back on his feet, his momentum never lost for a second and still running. <br><br>His mind forgot all but getting to his path as soon as possible. Obstacles he easily could have walked around he instead rolled under of jumped over. His mind didn’t think about how much energy the moves wasted him or how easy it would be to walk around, it simply knew that She as on the other side of each obstacle and he would surpass them all, by whatever means necessary. <br><br>An hour or so of running later he was sweating heavily and breathing hard. Usually it took a lot more to tire him out but he’d wasted so much energy in his run that he was starting to tire early. But he didn’t slow down or stop in the least, he’d run his body to the point of fainting before he’d stop. The continual call of Her overwhelmed his better judgment and will. Nine knew he was close when he saw the bodies of dead GenMods but it didn’t slow him down like it should have. He should have stopped and looked for a trap but in his arrogance he didn’t even falter, he was better than them and he could best these defenses, no problem. He would have run right into the automated guns if not for a green-haired, green-skinned girl asking him for assistance. He skidded to a stop and stared for a few seconds, he knew he should help her, which was important to him for some reason he was having trouble remembering. Then his sanity slowly started to return, she was like him, a GenMod. He turned towards the base and stared, realizing just a second later that he’d nearly walked into a trap.”I… aaa…” He blinked as his mind continued regaining control of itself, fighting the want to run straight into the trap. He realized Maya would run straight in and die if he didn’t stop her and he turned back before yelling, ”Maya! Don’t get close to the base! It will shoot you!” He sniffed the air, trying to find her scent and find her before he turned back to the GenMod that had unwittingly saved his life. ”Thank you. Stay here. Keep others from going forward. Beat them back with a stick if you have to. They’ll die if they get too close.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 05:14:47</strong>
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				Maya kept running, her tongue nearly hanging out over her fang-like teeth as she panted. Her breathing, heartbeat, and the padding of her feet were the only sounds she could hear. <em>I'm coming...</em> She took notice of the slowly hardening ground, her steps getting lighter and easier to take, no longer having more mud gather on her paws. There, a clearing. She hadn't even taken notice of the dead bodies which seemed to grow thicker the further she got, leaping over or around them mindlessly.<br><br>There, a clearing. That building, that must be where she is. Maya dashed past Nine without a second thought, only when the auto-aiming guns targeted towards her did she realize the problem. She came to a shattering halt as one shot, the blast going through the flesh between her shoulder and neck. She quickly turned as the turrets started on her, her quick feet barely fast enough to keep her from being plowed down by the barrage. She leapt, landing on the ground hard and sliding to Nine's feet, blood pouring from her shoulder. She might not be smart, but she wasn't <em>that</em> stupid. She looked up at him. "But...she needs us..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 09:07:12</strong>
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				Gia looked down at Maya, at ease that she survived. Gia had been given an order to stop 'them', to which she assumed he meant GenMods, and tough she had tried to stop Maya, she'd been to slow in doing so. One of the many reasons Gia was turned down as a military model, being her lack of speed, compared to models such as Maya or Nine. <br>She looked around for a moment, at the time there was no other GenMods, in sight.<br>"Good evening." She said with a smile, deciding that there was no way for her to currently for fill her orders. "I am 1-2-0-8-1-4-0-9-9." She offered her hands as a friendly gesture. "Model, Gia. Could you be so kind, and offer me some assistance? This unit needs to get into the structure, ahead." She turned around and gestured towards the complex.<br>"Tough it seems their armed defenses are active. Do you know where i can find, GenCorp security so this may be rectified?" Good thing she'd thrown away her clothes after her escape, she thought. Her intent had been to escape the base, and she found it distrusting, were she to deceive others to think she worked for GenCorp security.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 15:17:15</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Pickler's House of Pleasure</strong></span><br><br>Bambi watched the progress of Dionys’ cage vacantly at first, her torn ear dripping splats of bright red on the floor when she nudged it with her knuckles, its skin too sore for proper scratching. Through her surgically depleted mind flashed faces, snatches of conversation, a bewildering array of memories recalled with such precision as to seem hallucinatory. <br><br><em>Are you sure we’re secure?</em><br><strong><sub>No bugs here. And it’s not like your girlfriend there’s gonna tell on us.</sub></strong><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">*laughter*<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *silence*</span><br><em>Listen, then: Steinman’s got a screw loose. Bastard’s got his own platoon of critters down there in 144, like nothin’ you ever seen. The worst one… I haven’t seen it in person. But I saw holos of what it did to Phelps and Gantry, and couple of Mod units. It’s bad. Real bad, we gotta find a way in.</em><br><strong><sub>We’ve already got a man on the inside – where do think those holos came from? – but he’s got trouble getting lower level clearance. With Gantry gone, he could step up. But Steinmans’s clamped down lately, nothing’s getting in or out without it passing by him.</sub></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*silence*</span><br><strong><sub>I’m going in, G. </sub></strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; *silence*</span><br><em>Are you fucking insane? Do you know what’ll happen to you, if he even gets a whiff you aren’t a company man?</em><br><sub><strong>I got an idea, yeah.</strong></sub><br><em>Fucking asshole. </em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">*silence*</span> <em>You serious?</em><br><sub><strong>I’m serious.</strong></sub><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">*silence*</span><em> Gotta hand it to you, Soames. You got guts.</em><br><br><strong>Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang! </strong>Metal. Hooves. <strong>Crash!</strong><br><br>A key, turning in a lock. <br><br>A hand, grabbing her arm. Pulling her along. Running. Fast, very fast, all of them, running. <br><br>The Fat Man! The Fat Man! <br><br>Her ear hurting. <em>Drip-drip-drip…</em><br><br><br><br>_____________<br><br><strong>Somewhere</strong><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Pits</strong></span><br><br><br>“Hey! We're going the wrong... What? ... Listen, you fucking <em>redneck</em>. I do not care if this is the last hovercar on the fucking planet. You turn this crate around now, or I’m gonna…”<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">----------shatter----------</span></em></span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><strong>*BLACK*</strong></span></span></div><br><br>Tamis came to in time to lift her head above swampwater she would’ve drowned in a minute later, coughing out stinky liquid, yellowed duckweed and slime. Blinking blood out of her left eye cleared her view of the wreckage. <br><br><em>Wreckage.</em> <br><br>The swamp.<br><br>The driver’s head, blank-eyed in the mud ten feet from where his body lay, jolted her to remember the ride then why she’d taken it, her recall coming in disorienting reverse. The smoke of plastic and fuel burned her lungs. <br><br><em>Fucking redneck. </em>But he couldn’t have dodged that ambush, even if he’d tried. SecCom trained their pilots well.<br><br>Her body told her not to move, told her it’d be easier just to sink down into that cool, stinky water and let it all go. She fought it long enough to crawl out of the mire, dragging the trail of hellfire’s own pain that was her lower half behind her. <br><br><em>LabRat or not, you WILL get down and do your two hundred a day, Doctor. Or I will personally see to it that you never get promoted past chief of scrubbing ooze out of an animal tank. Are we clear?<br></em><br>Gordon Frank liked his women lean and strong. Tamis was, for the first time in a very long time, glad she’d been one of them. <br><em><br>Clear as the sky, G. Clear as the goddamn sky.</em><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 19:37:43</strong>
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				Nine saw Maya only moments too late and nearly rushed out behind but knew he’d only be getting them both shot. Luckily she turned around herself and ran to him before stopping next to him. He quickly took off his shirt and ripped a long strip from it to bandage her wound. ”It’s okay Maya. We’ll get inside, don’t you worry.” He spoke reassuringly but he honestly didn’t have a clue on how to destroy those turrets with only his pistol. He hated to think they may need to wait for Kirk to bring in more supplies, and hopefully explosives, before they could do anything. <br><br>Then he heard the girl from before greet him and he turned around, surprised to hear someone casually say good evening right after watching Maya get shot. ”Yes, well, ‘good’ isn’t exactly how I’d describe this evening but it’s nice to meet you anyways.” Nine shook her hand before speaking further, ”I’m not quite so sure how we’re going to get in there but going through security certainly won’t do it. Those things are shooting on sight; we’ll have to take ‘em down if we want to get past.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 20:22:58</strong>
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				Maya cringed as he wrapped her shoulder, she hadn't noticed how much it hurt at first, the adrenaline had pushed her through the pain to get to safety, but now levels were returning to normal. She had never felt anything like that before. It wasn't like when she was small and had cut herself falling, even though looking at it, it turned red just the same. But this felt deeper, it hurt much worse. She sat up on her knees, her forepaws on the ground, leaning into the non-injured left arm. <br><br>She closed her eyes, clenching her teeth tightly as she gently rose off the ground. Moving even the slightest bit seemed to send a jolt through her body. In reality, she was handling it well, but she felt like she was that child again, falling and skinning her knee. She remembered how much she though it had hurt, and how Dr. Guillermo had placed a bandage on it, covering up the red, making it sting a little less. She finally stood up, her left hand embracing her right arm, trying to hold it in place so it didn't pull on it anymore. "What will we do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 01:02:47</strong>
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				Gia tilted her head at Maya. "That GenMod unit, is damaged. It should be returned to its owner, or handed over to GenCorp personal."<br>She looked over at the building thoughtfully. If these two GenMods could not help her, it was doubtful any other could. The male obviously had close, to human intelligence, which was more then you could ask from most.<br>"Perhaps your, owner can be of assistance?" She asked, the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 07:24:49</strong>
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				By the time Kirk finishes his little chat with Jasper the lift stops and a large door slides open to allow him to drive the hover car inside one of the large underground bases of the Rebels.&nbsp; Stopping near the entrance door to one of the main labs.&nbsp; "Think about my offer Jas and let me know what you think when I get back.&nbsp; In the mean time go ahead inside and see Misty the receptionist inside.&nbsp; She'll get you started with setting up things that you might need to work on the little project I just dumped in your lap."&nbsp; Once Jasper was out of the car Kirk made his way to the hanger where the war bird was already fully loaded and ready to go with engines already up and running.&nbsp; <br><br>Kirk climbed in taking note of the faces inside before giving word for lift off.&nbsp; He just hoped that Nine and Maya hadn't already gotten themselves into to much trouble already.&nbsp; The exit for the hanger was in one of the ruins of an old long forgotten bombed out city that was deep in the area known as the pits.&nbsp; The war bird lifted up straight into the air then shot off in the general direction taken by Nine and Maya.&nbsp; As they lifted off Kirk couldn't help but wonder what kind of flare Nine was going to manage to send off to let him know where feline was located.&nbsp; <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Pickler's<br><br>13A ran along side of Rhiyu down the hall with one arm around Bambi who despite not really trusting the feline all that much seemed to be happy to be moving and under way.&nbsp; Dionys who was running a few feet ahead of them came to a skidding stop when the Barron suddenly turned a corner putting his fat ass right in their escape path.&nbsp; 13A let go of Bambi and launched himself at the fat man before the Barron had a chance to reach for gun he kept at his belt.&nbsp; It was the gun he used to keep his pets in line.&nbsp; Keeping it set on stun to make sure they did what he wanted of them.&nbsp; <br><br>The Barron extremely surprised by the onslaught was thrown to the floor with a large thump.&nbsp; His layers and rolls of fat rippling like waves.&nbsp; Upon catching his wind he found himself on the ground with the black feline practically leaning on his chest with the gun aimed right at his forehead.&nbsp; One look at the gun showing that it had been switched from stun to kill.&nbsp; The fat man tried to lift his arms to grapple for the gun but was surprised once again when he lifted the arms but they only dangled there uselessly each having been broken in at least 13 different places.&nbsp; <br><br>Hissing like a wild black panther 13A sent his thoughts towards his friends not really knowing if they would hear him or not but thinking they would considering the fact that they had all apparently had heard the same 'other' voice that for the most part was still speaking in 13's mind but now he was able to compartmentalize it so that it was not bothering him like it had been when it first started, ~*Anyone want a crack at this fool before we get out of this place?*~&nbsp; The fat man had always been so secure in thinking he had tight control that he had never bothered to hire any kind of security staff only employing a few maids to help out with all the work.&nbsp; None of them however were likely to lift a hand to help the fat man even if they did see what was going on after dealing with his constant abuse day in and day out.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 07:41:59</strong>
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				Maya looked over at the strange green creature. She spoke funny, kid of like Dr. Guillermo did when he got all excited while on his computer. "Owner? GenCorp? Unit?" these words meant nothing to Maya. "Not 'unit', am Maya." she spoke clearly, though it sounded like the words of a small child. But luckily, the stinging had gone down, and now it was mostly the blunt pain of the severed nerve in her shoulder causing pain any more. She would heal quickly, but medical attention would still be advised for such a wound. /she looked to Nine, "What is GenCorp, and Owner, and Unit?"<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>It seemed that in a flash, the sound of the metal breaking free was followed by the keys in the cage locks, and running down the hall. Had it been her? Had she slipped through the opening that the broken bar provided? It was all a blur, and didn't even matter anymore. Rhiyu quickly took Bambi by the arm as 13-A pounced on the Fat Man who called himself 'Papa'. She snarled at him, but tugged at Bambi, pulling her along quickly, over the fat man's body. She looked to 13-A, seeming to say, "Not the right time, we have to go. He can't do anything now anyway." It wasn't that she didn't want revenge, but the voice, she needed to get there. Taking revenge on him now properly to where she would enjoy it, well, there just wasn't any time for what she wanted to do to him. The look was quick, as she turned away and pulled the rather dazed faun with her towards the exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 08:53:17</strong>
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				Shrugging slightly 13A placed one hand on either side of the fat man's head and quickly snapped his neck before running after Rhiyu so that he could help her with Bambi.&nbsp; They paused momentarily waiting for Dionys to catch up before they started to run down the mostly deserted streets of the high class neighborhood the Barron had set up his operation in at his own home.&nbsp; Stopping only to duck for cover as some security team or another flashed on by without stopping.&nbsp; 13A only causally wondered where they were going in such a hurry.&nbsp; His mind was more set on finding the source of the call just as it seemed his friends were set on doing as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 09:38:05</strong>
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				<strong>Somewhere<br>The Pits</strong><br><br>“Guh.”<br><br>Her mouth tasted like shit. Or what she imagined shit might taste like, if somebody dropped it in swamp water. Tamis spat a mouthful of fouled saliva, and dragged herself to what passed for solid ground. God knew what chemicals had just entered her body; she resisted the urge to vomit and tried to focus on what the hell she was supposed to do now. <br><br>The pain was intense, but lessening with each passing moment. It was a few minutes, though, before she’d attempt an experimental flex of toes. Her subsequent&nbsp; scream rang out through the wetlands. Tam decided she wouldn’t be doing that again, in a hurry. But what was the damage, exactly? Her nerves were intact, obviously, and tendons.. no open wounds aside from one deep scratch down her thigh, where shrapnel had ripped a long rent in her functional khaki pants. Lower back. Spinal damage. Perhaps a severely herniated disc? <br><br>The Doctor was still pondering over this, her mind in that strangely clear but also very skewed state often caused by shock, when a loud rustle sounded from the sickly brown reeds to her left. Tam froze, flattened down into the mud, as if that’d help her to hide from whatever caused the sound. <br><br>Time passed in the resumed and relative silence in which she heard only the hush of wind through the grasses and other ‘natural’ noises. By then the agony in her lower body had abated some, and she risked an attempt to roll over and prop herself up, maybe get a bead on where she might have ended up. <em>In a swamp somewhere, dumbass</em>, she chided herself, wryly. It must have been the wind, blowing the reeds. Though that seemed to make little sense. It didn't matter. Of more concern to her now was the pain. Or, rather, its lack. More precisely, the lack of feeling that had followed it. <br><br>Fuck. <em>Paralysis? </em>She was sticking, for the sake of keeping herself calm, to the blown-out disc theory. Temporary damage. Nothing to freak about it. Nossiree.<br><br>Then, another rustle; Tam glanced up and a second scream echoed across the boggy terrain. The thing that had poked it snout out of the reeds (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/MutantCrocodile.jpg), and was steadily advancing on her now on stubby, armoured legs— wasn’t exactly an alligator. But ‘alligator’ was obviously a large portion of the ingredients that’d gone into its making. <br><br>There was nothing for her to do but freeze and pray it went away. Tam held her breath, not daring to even allow her ribs that motion when the vile creature crawled sinuously closer, lifted its head, swaying as if to catch her scent. It was close enough for her to discern that it had no eyes to speak of, only two rudimentary pits where eyes should have been on a head that seemed to extend from a larger replica of itself, giving the impression of an alligator not yet completely devoured, tail-first, by another. <br><br><em>Fuck. Fuckfuck. </em>The beast slithered nearer still, it maw hanging open to catch whiff of an easy meal. To Tam’s unending relief it turned away suddenly, drawn to the pilot’s dismembered body. <em>What. The fuck. </em>Her scientist’s mind immediately started unravel the mystery of how this…<em> thing</em>… happened to exist at all. It was like nothing produced at the Labs. Not since….<br><br>“Steinman.” The word was a hiss on her lips, involuntary, which unfortunately caught the monstrous creature’s attention again. <em>Oh, shit. Oshitoshitoshito... </em><br><br>Tam scrambled back, knowing even as she did so there was no hope for escape. The 'gator-thing was too quick, too well-adapted to the swamp and anyway… her fucking legs weren’t working. Everything slowed down, in a sort of temporal fugue. Tam had actually researched that phenomenon several years ago; it was caused by a neural…<br><br>Her panicked mental ramblings were interrupted by another loud crash, this time from beyond a small hillock that rose from the morass to the west, the bank of which she lay on now. Followed by another.. and another. The alligator-thing clearly had a heightened sensitivity to sound, letting out a reptilian hiss of warning to the apparent intruder on its leisurely meal. <br><br>Over the soft rise of the earthen mound appeared a head so deformed it hardly resembled as a head so much as a rotting pumpkin slashed or gouged in a design that only loosely resembled a face. A second creature… (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/RosePetalGluttonDemon.jpg) Huge, and freakish, it lumbered over the hill in apelike manner, knuckles planting to squelchy earth as it hoisted itself up and over the top, making its descent toward Tam and the mutant ‘gator at a speed belied by its sheer bulk. <br><br>The ‘gator had time for one more hiss, its unfeasibly wide maw stretching to its fullest, revealing rows of teeth more suited to the mouth of a shark; and one last lash of its powerful tail that sent up a spray of mud and sour water, before the giant… whatever-it-was… was upon it.<br><br>&nbsp;The second monster didn’t seem affected by those jaws crunching down on its forearm. It merely lifted its limb, ‘gator and all, and shook the lot downward in a single, brutal motion. <br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>---crack!---</em></span></span><br><br>The great lizard writhed, its back broken, jaws snapping insanely. But it wasn’t going anywhere; much like Tam herself, who had watched the whole event with a vague sense of disbelief as though this was all just a very bad dream from which she might - hopefully - awaken soon. The 'gator's incapacity made it easy for her colossal and apparent saviour to crush the other monster's ugly skull in, with a single swing of its gigantic, balled fist. <br><br>The 'giant' turned to the Doctor then, its ruin of a face gaping stupidly. Somehow, it was both more and less terrifying than the thing it had just killed, its plantlike physiology now more apparent to Tam. <em>Plantlike. </em>Steinman.<br><br>The GenMod – some of the matter from which it sprang had once owned a human name, one she might have recognised— stumped closer, bending awkwardly to peer at the wounded woman. A sappy dribble of saliva drooled from its twisted lips and, as the Doctor was making her peace with any passing deity that’d listen for the second time that day, it lowered a limb better suited to a tree than an animal and scooped her up.<br><br>Pressed to the disgustingly fibrous-textured torso of the creature, a very scared and half-insensate Tam was taken with it as it strode off with an air of determination despite the oncoming boom of missiles, across The Pits.<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><strong>Pickler’s House of Pleasure<br>New Olympus</strong><br><br>Bambi’s eyes were huge, dark mirrors filled with fear; her nostrils distended widely. The Fat Man was gone – thud! –&nbsp; the cages were all open— and there was nobody to tell them what to do. There was a moment when panic overtook the dim-witted faun, where it seemed best just to stand still and not-breathe, maybe then the fear would go away….<br><br>She was hooked by a feline hand and, before she could register who’d grabbed her,&nbsp; tugged along a dim-lit corridor, out into the street. So much light… the dazzled creature stopped again, blinking. Where was Dionys? But before she could locate her friend, it dawned on her that she was out in the open, with two beings who smelled a lot like danger. <br><br>A rifle-crack shattered the air. Bambi opened her mouth in another silent scream, and ran… even after years of being cramped in a cage, her faun’s legs were swift, and at times she grazed her humanoid palms on concrete paving when she dropped to all fours to take a corner that was soon pocked with bullet-holes in their wake.<br><br>Cats or no, Bambi took care to keep the little group close as they bolted through New Olympus’ recreation district. She was a herd beast, after all. Instinct was a powerful thing, and where Dionys went, so did she. <br><br>While the voices had faded off entirely for the others, there was still a soft murmuring in the back of Bambi’s damaged brain, a desperate sound, a call that unravelled her animal mind and pulsed with the soft cooing of a doe to her little ones, then an alarm— predators! None of which was any help to the halting and terrified faun, or to her friends, in the immediacy of trying to escape from a city where everyone wanted them dead. <br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________</strong></div><br><br><strong>Officer's AirPad<br>SecCom Building<br>New Olympus</strong><br><br>The hoverjet whined, its engines firing. Beside the pilot, Gordon Frank shouted a final round of orders through the open hatch. His features may as well have been chiselled from stone for all the grimness they wore. <br><br>“Clear.” The pilot flipped a switch, glanced to Gordon, whom he wasn’t keen to speak to. <br><br>The SecCom chief gave him a curt nod for reply. Things had truly gone pear-shaped in Olympus in the past couple of hours, but all the reports coming from Greentown and The Pits indicated it was a whole lot worse out there. And out there… that was where Tamis Dunsany was. Her phone was not showing up on scanners. Gordon had no choice but to order the strike, containment was of the highest priority. But Tam.. <br><br>If he’d killed her…The plug in his ear buzzed faintly. <br><br>&nbsp;“What.”<br><br><em>“Garrick Five, Commander…. you read me?”</em><br><br>“For fuck’s sake, Henry, cut out the army shit. Any sign of her yet?”<br><br><em>“None, sir. Tracer says…. a bar The Pits, then over … swamp. But the signals … too much interf… see the things walking around out… blow it all to hell, sir.”</em><br><br>The crackling stopped, along with the voice. <br><br>“Fuck.” <br><br>They were already at the city limits, just a contrail streak in the sky by the time anyone thought to glance up at the thin whine the jet made as it passed overhead. He’d be in The Pits in ten minutes. About the time they estimated the strike to end. Tam was no idiot. She’d have found somewhere to hide.<br><br>And even if it was the hell-broken-loose they said it was, he was damned well going to find her. Gordon had a lot of time to make up for, with Doctor Tamis Dunsany. A lot of time, and a lot of other things, as well.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 17:53:49</strong>
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				Nine blinked a few times, he was so surprised by her question, before answering, ”Um…. Do you mind if I ask your age? Being tank grown makes it kind of hard to tell with us GenMods but I’m guessing it’s not been very long?” He had to assume she couldn’t be too old or she wouldn’t be talking like that. Well…. He guessed some GenMods might still talk like that for a while after awakening but most probably learned pretty quickly that GenCorp and their owners weren’t their friends. Then Nine realized further he’d always been assuming GenMods were capable of learning that much. He shook his head and decided he’d leave that much thought for another day. <br><br>”GenCorp isn’t going to help here, they’re the people that our keeping us out and away from Mother.” Even as he said the voice’s name he grew confused… He couldn’t figure out how he knew its name. But that was correct, somehow he knew it was, it just fit, she was Mother. ”Maya, I’m really sorry but you’re going to have to stay back when we go for Mother. I know you want to help but you’ll just slow us down like this.” He put a hand on her unharmed shoulder, truly feeling bad for telling her to stay behind, but he couldn’t watch out for her once they got inside and get to Mother. <br><br>--*THUMP*--<br><br>Nine turned toward the noise, it was too far away to see through the trees but he knew it was close, and big. <br><br>--*CRACK*--<br><br>Nine sniffed the air, trying to find out if it was friend or foe, but he couldn’t smell anything other than the horrid stench of the swamp. He growled and leaped for a tree, his claws extending to help him climb up. His balance was tested at the top of the tree as the creature knocked over another tree that was in its path and sent a miniature earthquake through the swamp, shaking the branch Nine sat on. But from his vantage point he was at least able to spot it as friendly, huge and deformed maybe, but friendly, and seemingly carrying something. Nine dropped out of the tree, hoping the huge creature was capable of dealing with the turret that was in their way, and decided he had better send up a signal for Kirk before he ran inside.<br><br>He took out his pistol and put the muzzle right against the tree before shielding his face with his free hand and firing. He knew it’d send some small shrapnel everywhere and he knew it was bad for his gun to fire it like that but he also knew the fire that usually creates a muzzle flash that reveals your position to enemies would also light the tree if he was lucky. It helped that the tree was dead and rotting, making it very good firewood, and Nine was quickly rewarded with the tree catching fire. He hoped he wouldn’t burn down half the swamp, but it was pretty hard to spread fire in a swamp and it was a risk he had to take anyways. <br><br>He turned just in time to watch the creature break another tree that was in its way and make its final approach to the base. Nine tried to yell it down, hoping it was intelligent enough for him to try and make a plan with, but even if it wasn’t he thought it’d distract the gun long enough for him to run in and disable it. Assuming he could smash a control or something when he got close…. That was a lot of assumptions, more than he liked, but he didn’t have a lot of choices. ”Hello! Over here! Don’t go towards the base yet! You’ll be shot!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 18:47:46</strong>
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				The lumbering creature paid no heed to Nine at all but only walked forward on feet which more closely resembled gnarled roots torn loose from the earth. Cradled in the crook of one woody elbow was the barely-conscious Doctor, the shock of events finally having caught up with her and manifesting now in an overwhelming mental and physical exhaustion which bordered on a kind of hysterical apathy. <br><br>The creature’s other hand was splayed, extending before it like a four-fingered bulldozer’s shovel somehow placed mid-air so it could simply shove things out of its way. It really wasn’t smart at all, in any way a human might use the term. Trees. Turrets. They were all pretty much the same, in its perception. It also wasn’t friendly; the ‘rescue’ of the Doctor was an afterthought to its battle with the ‘gator-thing as baffling to it as to Tamis herself. But, on some cellular level, where a faint smear of memory may reside, it had known her face and not wished to see her dead. Nine and the others would be afforded no such kindness, should they make the mistake of getting in its way. <br><br>Tamis was shaken from her fugue by the recurrent ‘blap’ of machinegun fire, curling deep into the tree-man’s embrace as bullets thudded with sickly, hollow noises into its fibrous flesh to no ill-effect aside from annoying it and causing gouts of reddish, translucent sap to trickle down its body. <br><br>The gunshots stopped, abruptly. There was a loud clang, and then a deafening metallic —boom— that forced Tamis' hands over her ears. The creature had reached the lab’s outer doors and was intent on kicking them in, seeing as giving them a good hard shove hadn’t worked. The boom was repeated again and again, until metal groaned and leaned crookedly off its hinges. <br><br>Covered in tree-slobber and sap, her legs still useless but tingling violently, Tamis Dunsany would get her first look inside the notorious Area #144, hitherto a rumour parallel to the nightmarish stories parents tell their children to pre-empt misbehaviour in years to come and put a little healthy fear of the unknown into their offspring. <br><br>There was nothing healthy about this place, or anything that came out of it; Tamis knew that already. But what she wasn’t prepared for was the swarm of GenMods, humans and … other things… milling around on the ground floor’s entrance level, some of them wounded, some revelling in carnage, others just looking for a way in, or a way out from the sealed-off section. It was as if a Heironymous Bosch painting she’d once seen in the city’s Museum of Cultural Relics had been brought to life. Perhaps she’d have made further analogy to that artist’s obsession with Hell, had she known this was only one of hundreds of levels, a labyrinth built in direct proportion to the enormous, if paranoid, genius of the man who’d built it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 20:19:52</strong>
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				<strong>Office of Doctor Thomas Sibellius Steinman<br>Site #144</strong><br><br>Communications had dropped out almost an hour ago following containment breaches on the upper floors, leaving Dr. Steinman completely in the dark.&nbsp; Or it would have, if the man had not prepared for just such a scenario.&nbsp; The wall behind his desk had since cracked apart and opened to reveal a massive surveillance station brimming with screens from every single one of the thousands of security cameras and devices installed throughout the entire complex.&nbsp; It was the sort of station that would normally require at least two dozen people to watch over, and even then it was extraordinarily likely that a small detail would be missed from time to time, or that a screen would fall into mutual blind spots and go completely unnoticed.&nbsp; But the Doctor was no ordinary individual.&nbsp; A circular device had been strapped around his skull, a glossy metal crown with a single red visor following the length of it.&nbsp; It allowed him a complete 360 degrees of vision simultaneously, which still would have disoriented most people to the point where concentration would be impossible.&nbsp; But with this cycloptic eye Steinman saw everything, from the continued failures of his staff to maintain further breaches of containment, to the horrific orgy of slaughter that the fleeing GenMods left in their wake, to the sudden violent appearance of GC-327g (Designation: <em>Treant</em>) at the front entrance.&nbsp; But the man's attention was not on the incompetence of his guards.&nbsp; Nor was it on all the demonic abominations of nature that he had helped to create over the years.&nbsp; Out of all the thousands of screens, Steinman's flawless vision only saw one.<br><br>"Doctor Tamis Dunsany.&nbsp; Assistant Chief Psychobiologist.&nbsp; Correction:&nbsp; <em>Former</em> Assistant Chief Psychobiologist.&nbsp; <em>Now</em> a traitor of the state, wanted for acts of terrorism, conspiring against the government, and..."&nbsp; Steinman trailed off, a slender finger curling the tip of his goatee.&nbsp; After a moment of thought a sly grin spread across his face.&nbsp; "Development and distribution of a biological agent capable of stimulating violent behaviour in GenMod products."<br><br>As amusing as it was to know that one of the final nuisances he had to deal with at GenCorps was quickly going to become a very convenient scapegoat for the corporation to lay all the blame on, it agitated him to realize that a woman with such a high clearance level had apparently gone rogue.&nbsp; It would be impossible to discern exactly when this sudden change of heart had occurred, let alone what sort of information she had managed to leak.&nbsp; At the very least his paranoia had served him well, and the protocols concerning GC-472's harsh treatment of women had prevented her from even attempting to apply to be stationed on-site.&nbsp; But a crafty woman like her had enough reach to get into data that could prove infinitely useful to the rebellion.&nbsp; Even if she currently knew nothing that could put GenCorps in danger, it would behoove him to ensure that she did not leave the facility alive.<br><br>Steinman inserted a bright red keycard into the console and steepled his fingers as the system processed the command written on its surface.&nbsp; Much to his pleasure, GenCorps had never been the sort of corporation that left anything to chance, and put next to no faith in the integrity of most of its employees.&nbsp; For that reason, in the event that a Site went completely rogue, each was outfitted with an automated security system with the strict orders to kill any and all organic organisms not currently within their containment cells.&nbsp; Personnel and GenMods alike.&nbsp; Steinman's office was suddenly cast in a low red glow as Site #144 began to hum into life, a virtually constructed female voice calmly instructing everyone not to panic and to please stand in front of the nearest plasma turret for immediate vaporization.&nbsp; It was really the <em>little</em> touches that made Steinman love his job.<br><br>Though he preferred to focus on the carnage, it was impossible not to notice the screen directly in the center of the wall.&nbsp; The cameras on the lower levels were filled with images of the worst sort of monstrosities, most of them anxiously pacing about as they sensed the disruption miles overhead.&nbsp; But only one of them paid the camera any mind.&nbsp; Only one was looking directly at him.&nbsp; Only one was smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:05:26</strong>
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				Gia looked puzzled towards Nine as he ran away. Why would you ask something and not wait for a answer? She paid little attention to the giant creature who came storming against the complex. She was just grateful that it seemed to take care of the defenses. She took a couple of steps towards the complex, before turning around to look at, Maya. She seemed to have heard the voice to, and probably wanted to see it as much as, Gia did. Perhaps more? But she shouldn't be walking like that. Gia got on her knee, looking Maya in the eyes. "Good evening, Maya." Gia, smiled, trying to make, Maya feel comfortable. "I am, 1-2-0-8-1-4-0-9-9. Model, Gia. It seems that Maya is damaged. Would Maya like this unit to carry her to, Mother?" Mother, that's what Nine had called it... It seemed to fit for some reason.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:22:55</strong>
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				Maya was clinging to her shoulder, she couldn't understand why Nine wouldn't let her go too. She wanted to go...she had to go. Then the green one spoke again, such a funny way of talking. "Maya could walk...only Maya's shoulder hurt...not legs..." Why were they so concerned about her shoulder? She had another arm...it didn't hinder her walking, she just wouldn't be able to run on all fours for a while. Maya stood all the way, looking over this one called Gia. "What is unit?" she couldn't understand, she kept referring to them as 'units'. "Maya would like to see her...she is calling...Mother..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:38:13</strong>
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				Gia tilted her head. " This unit apologize. This unit merely thought, Maya required assistance." She looked questioning at, Maya. She'd assumed most, if not all GenMods were given the same education she'd been given. "Unit. A machine, part, or system of machines having a specified purpose. In this case, referring to GenMods, being created, for a specified purpose" Gia smiled. She found Maya to be, delightfully intriguing. "Would, Maya like to follow this unit to see, Mother?" She offered her hand, as a sign that she'd be willing to walk with Maya. "We could walk, together if Maya wants?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:00:33</strong>
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				Maya looked curiously at Gia, "Gen...Mods...But...Maya not machine..." She then looked over to the clearing leading to the building, staring in fear, the turrets still waiting for an intruder. "But...what about those..." Still, she looked reluctantly, she wanted to go, but those things hurt, and Maya was now afraid of them. She carefully took Gia's hand with her left one, carefully letting the other one hang. "Mother...needs us..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:40:48</strong>
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				Tamis hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The "Treant" had, half a moment before, held her clutched to its woody chest like some less blonde and far less winningly attired Faye Wraye. Now she was on the floor, surrounded by an oily, smoking sludge in which only the stumps of a few massive fingers twitched. <br><br>The Treant had been attempting to break down the door to the next level, a maze of offices and corridors, none of it important compared to what lay at the core of the building's lower reaches. Tam remembered a red light, then being airborne. The smell of burning&nbsp; sap, mixed with ozone - and the soothing, recorded tones of a woman making a polite but insane request.<br><br>"Holy shit, Steinman..." That was a mutter, spoken while she glanced around wildly and followed by a shout, "Get down! Everyone, get down low. Plasma guns!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 02:12:38</strong>
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				Kirk shakes his head lightly as a small smile curls the ends of his lips.&nbsp; "Nice signal Nine."&nbsp; He half chuckles under his breath before giving a signal to the pilot to head in.&nbsp; "Find a way to take out those turrets and lets get this bird on the ground long enough for us to unload."&nbsp; The gunners made quick work of taking out the turrets before the war bird came in for a quick landing.&nbsp; four commando teams of 6 leaped out of side exits.&nbsp; Each team comprised of 3 mods and 3 humans.&nbsp; With Kirks team carrying Nine's equipment between them the four groups made their way to badly beaten in doors.&nbsp; 'Now where the fuck is Nine?'&nbsp; Kirk thought as he gave silent hand signals for his teams to disperse to their prearranged targets.&nbsp; <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>13A hissed and cursed to himself silently as he and his friends avoided one angry pack of GenCorp's security personnel after another.&nbsp; At one point they had overtaken one such group relieving them of some of their armor and weapons in the process as they made there slow but sure progress to the place known as area 144.&nbsp; Not that any of them had any clue to its name let alone the nature of the kind of place they were hell bent to find.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 05:37:06</strong>
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				”Oh. Look who decided to finally join the fun. I was starting to worry the turrets had scared you off.” &nbsp;Nine grinned and stepped around the corner, he’d been waiting for Kirk to make his way inside. He’d caught a branch on fire and tossed it skyward to set off the auto-turret’s heat sensor long enough for him to run inside and do some scouting while he waited for equipment. He hadn’t been inside even ten minutes when Kirk showed up but even so he’d been able to figure out someone had set the security on max, and it’d vaporize anything on sight. As far as he could tell they used plasma turrets to do the job. He’d not been able to scout too far; the first security checkpoint had a pair of the turrets stationed next to the only doorway through to the lower levels. <br><br>He offered a hand to shake Kirk’s, ”Don’t worry too much; we’re relatively safe for now. I assume anything more dangerous is on a different level. Everything here is either dead or moving downward. Come on, the way down is this way.” &nbsp;He motioned for them to follow and then lead them towards the security checkpoint. He stopped around the corner from the checkpoint and took a peek at the pair of turrets guarding it.&nbsp; He was a few feet outside their range right now, and they weren’t big turrets, just a pair of funnels in the wall, so they were hard to spot unless you knew what you were looking for. <br><br>”Take a peek. Right down there near that door. Those two spigots on the wall spout superheated plasma. I would have missed them myself had I not seen a fly try to pass the get incinerated a few minutes ago. I… aa… well actually, you wouldn’t have happened to have brought my sniper rifle with you would you?” &nbsp;He’d been about to say he didn’t know how to take them out but he bet a shot right down the barrel of the hoses would rupture the line the plasma traveled through to get to the spigot and then the next time it tried to shoot flames it’s instead flood out inside the wall and ruin whatever gadgetry made the thing set off in the first place. He’d need a good sniper to make that shot though; even with his enhanced eyes and training he couldn’t make the shot with a pistol.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 07:22:56</strong>
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				Bambi flicked her crusted ear to dislodge a speckling of flies drawn to the blood. That the faun was close to complete nervous exhaustion would be clear to any who observed her trembling flanks, the glaze in her large, liquid-dark eyes. <br><br>The air strike was in full force. Plumes of filthy water and algae mixed with the shrapnel of half-rotten timbers and dying trees had exploded all around the small group for the past four mud-sucking miles. In a hoverjet streaking over Greentown, Gordon Frank was screaming obscenities into a micro-com.<br><br>Francie's was gone. Well, outwardly-- you don't run the sleaziest dive in the south for all those years and not have a contingency plan. Or a water-tight bunker, right underneath you. Right now, Francie's entire staff of wenches and ruffians, a few customers too drunk to flee and the hardy old dame herself were knocking back a rare and stupidly expensive bottle of single malt Scotch while One-Eyed Ralph, the local moonshine manufacturer, played a mournful tune on his papa's old harmonica. Somebody'd be along sooner or later to dig them all out from under the fallen upper floors. And if not.. well, they'd all die smiling.<br><br>Unknown to the GenMod fugitives, they were less than two miles from the outskirting borders of Area #144, which from the outside looked like any one of a dozen research facilities built out here in The Pits over the past century in attempts to monitor the alarming wane of organic life. That the building was a complex so vast as to resemble a scale-model city itself, not even the poor creatures roaming its sealed-off and myriad levels could know. Except for one or two...<br><br>Bambi could smell burning in the air, and suffering. And though her body shook with terror, her stomach ached, her throat burned with the taste of death, the soft whispers remained to soothe her and draw her tiredly on, across the quicksand bogs and peat pits, through waist-high pools of chemical poison, onward and onward. They were louder now. Much louder. They told her things, sad things, crazy things-- but the loudest voice of all told her not to worry, not to be afraid, and that she would soon be safe in Mother's arms. And though she'd never known a mother of her own, Bambi for the first time in perhaps a year tilted her soft lips into a genuine smile.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 07:55:57</strong>
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				Chuckling lightly, "Yeah well sorry to be a little late had a couple things to talk about with ole Jasper that really couldn't wait for to long.&nbsp; But I am glad to see you and find out that you didn't get to far into this huge ass party without me."&nbsp; Kirk walked by Nine's side as the mod led them down to the end of the hall.&nbsp; Smiling broadly Kirk extended the sniper gun case to Nine.&nbsp; "Yup I have your lovely lady right here.&nbsp; Hope you don't mind but I couldn't resist taking a peek at her.&nbsp; A wonderful little companion you have there.&nbsp; And....&nbsp; (Kirk took off a small pack from his left shoulder) here is a good supply of ammo to go along with it.&nbsp; A couple of the others have more gifts for you but that was the extent that fell to my hands to bring in for you.&nbsp; I'll be over here waiting with the others while you work your magic on this set of turrets.&nbsp; Then we'll all go in and find out whats behind door number 2.&nbsp; Although something tells me I'll loose count of all the doors we end up going through before the day is through."&nbsp; Kirk moved off to the side while some of the others came and gave Nine the gifts they were carrying.&nbsp; Everything was there that Nine had asked for with a few extra bonuses he hadn't mentioned by name.&nbsp; Like grenades of various types and a nicely built mini sub machine gun with a decent amount of ammo for it as well.&nbsp; With a couple other little surprises as well.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 22:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gia walked into the base, with Maya close behind. They'd moved slow, Gia being worried that there might have been more traps, and didn't want to take any risks. She'd been forced to hold, Maya back several times as they walked, as she wanted to rush into the base and find mother as quick as possible. Perhaps it was due to Gia having, close to no animal instincts, but she felt no rush to find the voice, in fact it was more curiosity that drove her. She looked over with a smile at the group of humans standing inside the base. "Maya, should wait here." She said looking back at, Maya. "These men do not seem to be, GenCorp personal. This unit will find out their intentions and come back for, Maya." Gia turned and started to walk to the group, smiling politely as she repeated what she'd said so many times tonight. Frankly she started to doubt the significance of greeting people, as it had only worked twice. "Good evening." She said when she reached the group, bowing her head, deciding there was to many to shake hands with. "I am, 1-2-0-8-1-4-0-9-9. Model, Gia. Do you mind if this unit, ask your purpose here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 22:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So much had happened in so little time. The fire, the turrets going off. A loud whirring noise, followed by the destruction of the turrets. Maya followed Gia, trying to go at the slow being's pace, but she wanted to leap ahead, and run in. As they entered, Maya looked down the hall either way. Maya recognized the people down the hall, but turned away, facing down the opposite way. Another door sat at that end. Why so many doors? Maya thought. There...something was on the ground, covered in the gore and ooze. Maya began to walk away from the others, towards this thing that was there. She walked slowly and cautiously towards the being, but was coming dangerously close to another trigger for plasma guns.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 23:25:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tam watched, in horror, as the security weapons took out a number of beings, human and GenMod alike, before she screwed her eyes shut and stopped shrieking for people to get the hell down and stop moving - most of these weapons were motion-sensitive, after all. When the the horrible "pop" of bodies exploding ceased, she dared a look around, only to find what appeared to be a Canid Unit of some sort stalking toward her. <br><br>"Get down! Keep still!" Many of those already dead had been too panicked or simply not intelligent enough to heed her, or the general chaos had led to her being ignored. In the current silence, the awful stillness of their remains, she hoped this creature could comprehend.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 23:33:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya froze instantly. She recognized the woman from before. They had only met for a short while, but there was no doubt in Maya's mind that it was the same woman. Maya slowly lowered herself to the ground, placing her left fore paw into the ooze to support her weight. She stared at the woman momentarily before speaking again. "What are we doing?" The woman seemed panicked...Dunsany...that's what they had called her before. "Dunsany...why are you down like this?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 23:45:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirk turned at the sound of the new voice that he did not recognize.&nbsp; "Well hello there 1-2-0-8-1-4-0-9-9 model Gia.&nbsp; That certainly is a mouth full to speak.&nbsp; Would you mind to much if I just called you Gia?&nbsp; What are we doing?&nbsp; Well I could ask you the same but since you asked first we are going into this building in search of something Nine over there around the corner calls Mother."&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye Kirk saw Maya somewhat heading down one of the other halls.&nbsp; "Hey Maya wait... that is not the right way.&nbsp; Come on over here and you can come along with us if you wish."&nbsp; Then Kirk thought he heard Tamis's voice from around in the other hall.&nbsp; "TAMIS is that you?!?!"&nbsp; Kirk went in motion headed towards the hall that Maya had just turned down.&nbsp; "Tam how the hell... nevermind that now just set still for a moment we'll get you out of there."&nbsp; Kirk called over a few of his men who took up positions to fire their sniper rifles at the tubes for the turrets.&nbsp; "Tam what ever you do please stay low... there may be some back lash of fire after the turrets are initially taken out.&nbsp; Here throw this Heat blanket over you until I say move.&nbsp; OK?"&nbsp; Kirk slid the silver blast blanket down the hall to Tam without setting off any of the turrets.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 00:07:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd never been so relieved to hear a familiar voice and gave Kirk a look that spoke her gratitude. Tam tugged the blanket over, carefully, slowly, so as not to set off the turrets again. She spoke quickly to Maya, whom she now recognised as the Canid from Francie's loft. "If we stand up and move, we'll end up like that." She dipped her forefinger toward the gruesome mess below that had been the almost accidentally helpful - and most unfortunate - Treant. "Guns. Liquid fire. Stay down. Try to get under this with me, and keep still." <br><br>She didn't dare unfold the heat-retardant cloth, just in case, and what surface it presented would just have to do. It barely covered her back, vital organs and brain at least protected somewhat from a grim fate, should the plasma fire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 00:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya crawled beneath Tamis' hunched over body, grabbing the edges of the blanket carefully and pulling it a bit. The edges came unfolded just a bit, creating more of a shield-like protection. She held her body close to the doctor, everyone seemed panicked, making her panic herself. She glanced at the woman's face, curling her body in tighter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 00:29:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll be fine. We'll all be just... fine." Tam spoke quietly to the clearly scared Maya, and hoped her soothing tone didn't transmit her own current near-panic. If the tree-creature's inner core hadn't been made of some pretty tough stuff, that mess could've been...<br><br>"Kirk.. any chance we can hurry this up?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 00:45:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gia tilted her head. "Just Gia?" she thought to herself. She was well aware of that she would eventually be renamed&nbsp; by her owner. But the thought of keeping part of her old one seemed, pleasant. "Very well." she said with a nod. "You may call me Gia." She was about to ask, if she could join them, as they seemed to want the same thing. But before she could, the groups attention turned to Maya, then Tamis. "Tamis?" She thought to herself. "Tamis Dunsany, GenCorp Assistant Chief Psychobiologist?" She smiled. Finally some one from GenCorp! hopefully she wouldn't be to angry about the men she killed earlier, she didn't know what had comed over her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 00:48:49</strong>
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				”Yep. She’s served me well. Modded it myself in fact.” Or at least Nine thought he had modded it himself, it was always hard to tell what was a real memory and what was a fake memory about his time before he quit working for GenCorp. He grabbed the gear as the others of Kirk’s team offered it, ”Thanks.” he spoke with a smile; it was nice to be back in his element, infiltrating a fortified enemy base. He hoped he was on the right side of the fight this time though. <br><br>He took a passing look through the equipment as they handed it to him; most of it was pretty basic stuff, a pair of smoke grenades, some tear gas, a gas mask, even a couple flashbangs, a Kevlar vest, ect. He doubted it was nearly as basic to the rebels though, no matter how well equipped it looked like they’d emptied half their armory for him. He was happy to even have the basics though, his equipment had been made to work together and they lost a good part of their functionality when used separately. Then he saw the small laptop (http://www.biztoolbelt.com/uploads/fujitsu_u2010-thumb.jpg) at the bottom. He thought they probably used it to hack and store data when they broke in to GenCorp bases but he had an even better purpose for it and it made him grin. This was going to be more like old times then he’d imagined. <br><br>He took out his rifle (http://s3.amazonaws.com/gamervision_production/1242350192JumSTwOpvp.jpg) and tossed the case in the pack full of equipment before shouldering the pack. ”Okay, I’ll clear the way here. Then I need to go change into that vest and set up a surprise for our friends in security.” That was more an excuse than anything; he wanted to lag behind a bit to work on salvaging parts from the laptop but he didn’t have time to waste telling them the full ten minute story. <br><br>He peeked around the corner, memorized the placing of the turrets and then took a deep breath before spinning out from around the corner and leveling his rifle. It took him but a few seconds to line up the shot and fire, the sound making his sensitive ears ring, but even so the turrets were set on hair triggers and they started throwing fire even though he was outside their range. It got pretty hot pretty quick though, until they turned off, when Nine stepped back around the corner. His first shot had hit home, and one turret was disabled. He repeated the movements, peeking around the corner, breathing, turning, firing, getting hot from superheated plasma spewing to the ground about 3 feet away, and hiding behind the corner. <br><br>He walked around the corner, to see if the turrets would still fire, only to hear the faint hiss of gas. ”Shit!” Nine cursed loudly and ran back around the corner, ”Everyone take cover! It’s not happy!”he rolled to a stop, hands over his head, near the wall. Not three seconds later the gas leak caught fire and exploded, sending a fireball down the corridor the turrets had been in and making Nine sweat even more from the heat. After a few seconds to caught his breath he stood up and dusted himself off. ”Well. I certainly didn’t see that coming. Why have a flammable gas line so near plasma turrets? Remind me to have a word with the secret GenCorp base designer when we finish here, he’s obviously not been thinking straight.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He grinned at his own joke before starting for the nearest lab he could remember, <em>”A left, two right’s and two doors down.”</em><br><br>”Don’t worry about me. I’ll catch up soon enough.” Nine called over his shoulder to Kirk before disappearing around the corner. He slowly walked towards the lab, rifle still at the ready. He would have ran but he knew it paid to be careful so he slowly peeked around every corner before walking quickly to the next corner and repeating the process. <br><br>His mind was racing with the possibilities. They would have left the satellite up there, of course they would, in their mind he’d been captured so if their fail-safe destroyed both the satellite and the rest of his gear at the same time then someone might put two and two together and figure out that the satellite wasn’t just for geological research. Worse, they could recover the satellite before GenCorp and then GenCorp world be in a world of hurt. That wouldn’t take such a high risk when they could simply leave the satellite up there and use it for the next Athena model. Nine didn’t plan on letting them get that far but they didn’t know that. They might now though. Worse, if they were watching the camera’s they’d watch him repair his S.I.S. (Satellite Interface System, his sis for short) and they might shoot down the satellite, with any luck though he could take control of it long enough to set the defenses to stop GenCorp before they got word of his betrayal. That’d only happen if they’d really performed a full lockdown and all communication between this station and the others were cut.<br><br>That would mean E.V.I. (Enhanced Virtual Interface, Evi for short.) was still alive, if only Nine could get his sis up and working again. He reached the lab, peeked inside and looked around, and then slowly entered, rifle ready. After a few seconds of seeing and hearing nothing he started searching for a screwdriver or anything that would work as one. He found a scalpel pretty soon and cleared off a counter by throwing all the vials and beakers over the edge before using the scalpel to pry the laptop open and taking off his trench coat to set it on the table. He then used the scalpel to make a circular hole in his coat, and then he reached inside the coat’s lining and pulled out his sis (http://www.techfresh.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/paying_device.jpg) model. <br><br>Nine grinned and pulled it open, he wasn’t sure he could fix it but just the thought of maybe fixing it made him happy. The fail-safe had fried the battery, ruined three or four wires, and destroyed the better half of the graphics board. Luckily they’d been quiet cheap with his sis’s graphics card, as they didn’t think it needed to look good so long as it worked, so the laptop had a better graphics processor in it, otherwise he’d be downgrading his poor sis and he’d make Evi upset. She’d probably be mad for betraying GenCorp even as it was. He just hoped he could get her to listen anyway. To his own surprise, with a bit more looking around, he found electrical tape in the lab. He considered for a second what they would use it for before deciding it might be best if he didn’t know and forgetting about it.<br><br>Twenty minutes and a ton of tape later he thought he’d down it, his sis was fixed. He knew he should have soldered it but hopefully tape would work for now. The poor thing was nearly a bundle of tape now but he’d been careful to avoid taping the fingerprint scanner and microphone. He grabbed up the Kevlar vest (http://www.sourcemilitary.com/images/fdyii-y-l-hard-bulletproof-clothes-2.jpg) from his pack and put it on over his muscular, if a bit feminine (Although he always insisted it wasn’t feminine, it was feline, not that that made a difference) chest.&nbsp; He took his sunglasses (http://www.panamajack.com/images/2009/det_PJ75S9395DIS.jpg) and pistol (http://www.rookscastle.com/props/anime/G_CX_01.jpg) out of his trench coat as well as a pair of grenades, a tear gas and smoke gas canisters, and an ammo belt from the pack. <br><br>Nine slammed the butt of his pistol against the desk once to loosen the panel covering the small secret compartment in the gun. He pulled a pair of magnetic strips and attached them about an inch apart on the lower left part of his vest. He took another strip and attached this one to his right hip. He took another pair and put one vertically on his back, about three inches below his right shoulder, and put the other horizontally on his lower back, about three-fourths or a full foot below the other strip. Then he put the case back on the pistol’s compartment and put the pistol over the two strips on his left-side abs. There was a snap as the magnets on the gun engaged and met the ones in the strips. The gun then compacted, the barrel retracting and the stock flipping up under the main part of the gun. It was a programmed reaction to the specific magnets that only worked if the strips came in contact with certain parts of the gun. His rifle was programmed to do the same thing and when he hefted it over his shoulder and attached it to his back he felt the barrel and stocks compact and retract. He waited to attack his sis last and instead pulled a small needle out of it that was attack to a string, he strung it through the pair of his grenades and pulled another out for his tear gas and smoke canisters. Then he pushed the needles into the fabric on the left side of the Kevlar and tied it tight, one he put high, nearly to his armpit, and the other he put about 2 inches above his pistol. Whenever he finally put his sis on it’s magnetic strip on his right hip it would hold the grenades to his back by the pins. He’d only need to reach one, pull it off it’s line, and toss it to use it.<br><br>He grabbed his sunglasses and seemingly snapped the left temple tip off only to reveal it was still attached by a small monofilament wire. He pushed it down under the back of his Kevlar and attached it to his sis before taking out his contacts and donning his sunglasses. He took off his pants and cut a hole in the back for his tail even before donning the gun belt. That left only turning on his sis and donning it. He breathed deep, trying to stay calm, before pressing his finger against the scanner. After a few seconds it came to life and scanned his finger, ”Vocal I.D. required.” a robotic voice spoke through the miniature speaker in the right temple tip of his sunglasses. <br><br>”Athena Nine. Authorization key omega six six six. Password; Double o nine.” <br>”Authorization key accepted. Connecting to E.V.I….. Connected. Interface engaging…. Engaged. Voice uplink initializing….. Initialized.” &nbsp;Nine watched as the sunglasses came to life before him, his overlay slowly coming to life. Grenade types and numbers were shown, as well as their placing on his back, in the lower left corner of his glasses while the lower right had a question mark next to his current ammo status. It could use weight sensors on the lines to know what grenades he had but it couldn’t guess at his ammo. A few seconds later it connected wirelessly to his guns and they too appeared on the overlay, each pure green to symbolize their good condition. Not long after Evi’s voice came through his speakers, a female and kind voice. Evi had always been his friend when he was in trouble, she’d been through it all with him, and he hoped she’d be with him this time. <br><br>”Athena?! Is that really you? GenCorp lists you as dead in action. What happened?” Evi was the only one he ever let call him Athena, she, at least, didn’t think him feminine for having a name like Athena.<br>”God is it nice to hear your voice Evi. Yah, it’s me. GenCorp betrayed me, they’ve been using me. There’s no time for the full story. They’re bad people and I need you to cut communication with them and change your security protocols to make sure they don’t stab you in the back as well. Okay? Can you do that for me?”<br>”I… I don’t know Athena… I can try.” They’d made the program to run his sunglasses as the computer required to work it was too big to be carried. It also served as a companion to a person they feared might crack from stress one day. They hadn’t quiet meant to give the A.I. in the computer full free will but it had gotten it anyway. Multiple scientists had studied Evi and used their finding to make more AIs as well as to improve their GenMod brain design. After a few more moments Evi returned with an affirmative, she’d done as asked. Nine spent the next 10 minutes just describing what all had happened since his last mission. What he’d found out, how GenCorp had poisoned the earth for profit, and how they made sex slaves that were intentionally unable to think on their own. Even after that Evi was hesitant; it didn’t have much to do with her, so why should she risk everything so some organic machines could have freedom? However she refused to betray Nine, and, eventually, agreed to help him take down GenCorp. <br><br>”Good. Thank you Evi. You’re a real life-saver. So then do you mind scanning this facility for structural weaknesses? Maybe a vent or secret hatch that goes down a bit quicker would be nice.”<br>”One moment. Scanning……. Scanning…….. I’m sorry Athena but only I’m only able to scan the first three levels. The rest seem to be heavily jammed.” A 3-D picture of the top three levels appeared on his sunglasses.”A vent leads from the top floor to the third, however I’m unsure if it goes further. Scans also indicate it’s an exhaust vent, meaning if they decide to turn it back on they could choke you to death.” The vent was highlighted in red before his eyes; it looked like it ran from the surface do to a lower level, it skipped all three of the levels on his screen but he knew he could get inside with Evi to guide him right where to go and break into it. <br><br>He took his rifle off his back and Evi painted targets automatically. Immediately four pin-sized cameras were highlighted in bright red. Nine chuckled. ”Forget the camera’s Evi. There’s too many, I couldn’t pick them all off even if I had the ammo. Just focus on painting anything living and any active defenses.” &nbsp;He’d need to paint the rebels as friendly the next time he met them, Evi would show them as bright red until he did, but he wasn’t about to go back just to do that. Evi also put a crosshair on his sunglasses where his rifle was pointed. It made aiming quiet easier, especially when Evi zoomed the image in a bit. It was quiet a cool system, it used an infrared laser emitter on his gun to shoot a dot where it’s pointed and a infrared sensor on his sis to pick up the dot and transfer the information to Evi for processing before Evi transmitted back the correct overlay information. The best part about it was how seamless it was, a small map and ammo counter in one corner, equipment on a different one, leaving his view clear. And it updated so quickly even his senses didn’t notice lag. <br><br>Nine didn’t waste time in exiting the lab and making his way towards the vent. He’d need to blast his way inside, and finding a way out may be tricky as well, but he could do it. With Evi and a gun by his side he felt nearly invincible. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:18:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tamis made a flapping gesture with one hand, to Gia, who was just another GenMod to her, right now. "For god's sake, get..." <br><br><em>~Pow. Zap~ </em><br><br>A red flash. Eyes shut, burning. When she opened them, she expected to see more of that black goo... Had it spoken her name, before it died? <br><br>Instead she saw the Unit, alive, still standing. The baleful red eye of the turret, shattered, and smoking. A quick, watery-eyed glance around found the rest in a similar condition.<br><br>Tam grabbed Maya by the hand, tugged her up. "C'mon, we need to get to Kirk and the others." She paused by Gia with a hasty study, up and down. "We've met? You too, c'mon." <br><br>Then she heard that tell-tale hiss, smelt the leaking gas...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:50:31</strong>
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				"Tam get back down and cover up now!!!"&nbsp; Kirk yelled at the top of his voice mostly because the last fireball had left him temporarily def in one ear.&nbsp; Once the ball cleared Kirk went running over to Tamis side and knelt down.&nbsp; "Are you ok?&nbsp; How badly are you hurt?"&nbsp; Kirk was worried about sitting still to long in one place but he had to make sure she would be alright to travel.&nbsp; This was sure to be one hell of a day before it got through... hell it already had been and the party had only just barely started.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:54:47</strong>
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				Gia smiled delighted to finally meet a GenCorp worker. "No, Tamis Dunsany have never meet this unit. This unit has been given information of the more important, GenCorp employees." She bowed her head, noticing it was alot more efficient then shaking hand. "I am Gia, it is a pleasure to meet you, GenCorp Assistant Chief Psychobiologist, Tamis Dunsany" She said, walking close behind, Tamis.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 02:08:12</strong>
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				As Tamis pulled Maya's arm, she cried out. She obviously hadn't noticed the blood soaked cloth around Maya's shoulder. Yet, she followed Ms. Dunsany anyway. There was so much panic...so much mayhem. Maya fell beside Ms. Dunsany as the blast knocked them back. The adrenaline began to pump through Maya's system again as her eyes darted back and forth in panic, words sounding muffled, everything seeming to move in slow motion. Her breathing was heavy and labored, fear overtaking her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 02:16:25</strong>
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				The pins-and-needles hadn't left her lower half yet, so while Tam could manage to haul herself to half-stand on feet she really couldn't feel properly, she wasn't really up to walking anywhere. Kirk's shoulder provided a welcome leaning-post, right about the time the gas ignited. Someone had, thankfully, the foresight to have ripped that fire-blanket up off the floor and over the source of the leak, so some of the blast was deflected back toward the wall. Tam found herself on the floor -- again -- with her auburn hair reeking of scorch, smoldering faintly.<br><br>"Kirk," she choked out, hoping he could still hear her. "I can't walk. My legs.." A bout of coughing ensued. "Look after these two. I'll be alright here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 09:26:44</strong>
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				Kirk shook his head as he smiled softly.&nbsp; "Not this time hun.&nbsp; We can take turns carrying you until your legs start working again or until we find a suitable wheel chair to push you along in.&nbsp; I'll go first.&nbsp; Kirk picked up Tamis in his arms and stood there only staring into her eyes for a moment before saying, "Ok people lets move out.&nbsp; Let's find out what this mysterious Mother business is all about."&nbsp; Kirk took up a position in the middle of his group with Maya and Gia walking side by side to his left.&nbsp; As they walked Kirk whispered to Tamis.&nbsp; "What the hell happened to you?&nbsp; You already look like you have been through hell and then some."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 04:15:39</strong>
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				"My car was shot down. Steinman's experiments are loose." That's all she'd need to say; rumours of the monsters the Head Geneticist had produced were rife throughout the labs Downstairs. "I'm only going to slow you down." Her gaze fell on the carnage of staff and Mod units, or what was left of them, then to Maya, frowning," I don't know what's stirred the GenMods up, but it's really got them really pissed. And.. she's hurt, too." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 04:25:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Excuse me." Gia said, raiseing her voice slightly, unsure if it was, acceptable for a GenMod to interrupt humans. "This Unit, was designed for physical labor, it was also designed to have, near endless stamina. This unit would be willing to carry, Dr Dunsany."<br>Gia walked up, reaching her arms out, as a sign she'd be willing to carry, Tamis. She didn't fully trust, Kirk, suspecting he might be a rebel. But if, Dr Dunsany trust him, then so would she.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 04:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirk looked into Tamis's eyes for a moment before saying, "Well it's really up to you but I really do think it would be best if we all stayed together for the most part.&nbsp; I'm not about to leave you alone in this crazy place and I doubt Gia here would go for that all that much either.&nbsp; What do you say doc it's your call.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bluemoon</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 05:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya sat there, holding her shoulder, her fur and skin singed, leaving fleshy burn wounds in spots over her body. She shifted, carefully trying to stand, her knees shaking as she whimpered. Her left leg was bleeding from her thigh, and simply contracting her muscles sent sharp pain through her body. She carefully limped over to where the others seemed to be waiting, glancing between them as they spoke. "We..." she sarted, wincing a bit. "We...are to see...Mother now?" she croaked out, her voice hoarse. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 05:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirk looked over toward Maya and smiled a little, "Yes Maya we are going to be looking for Mother... but let one of my men look at your shoulder before we go.&nbsp; He'll put a medicine on it that will make it heal much quicker and a bandage to keep your wound clean."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsgirl</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 06:22:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tam allowed herself to be bundled into Gia's arms, her lips pulling back over clenched teeth as her legs were jarred, sending a fresh wave of painful tingling through her lower half. At least there was sensation returning to her limbs, though. "Thanks, " she said to Gia, with a weak, embarrassed smile. <br><br>Then she looked to Kirk. "Mother?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 07:03:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah Mother, its what Nine calls what ever is calling all of the GenMods here.&nbsp; Don't know much more about it than that at this point but maybe Gia there might have some other insights."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Olympus (Story Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 07:16:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gia shook her head. "This unit's knowledge, is mostly limited to GenCorp standard, education programs. It only awoke, a couple of hours ago, due to, Mothers interference." She looked down at Tamis, with a worried look. "Mother, did something to this unit, making it wake up, before schedule... It... Killed three GenCorp employees...&nbsp; It seems as if it strengthen the primal instincts, of all GenMods, trying to make them come to her. This unit is unaware, of any known GenMod units with this capability. This unit, however being mostly, Flora seems to be largely unaffected." She paused for a moment. "This unit understands, if its decided, it should be put down. Due to its actions, this unit, is deemed, a health hazard to the people around it..." She kept her eyes fixed on, Tamis, her opinion obviously meaning the most to, Gia. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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