Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)
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				Title: <strong>Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 02:48:06</strong>
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				Character Profile: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=61124.msg2759057#new (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=61124.msg2759057#new)<br>OOC: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=60975.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=60975.0)<br><br>The Brood Wars devastated the forces of all but the Zerg.&nbsp; In her arrogance Kerrigan allowed Zeratul to live only because she wanted him to suffer for what she had forced him to do.&nbsp; She allowed Admiral Dugalle and his crew to survive thinking that they would warn the other Terrans to leave her and the Zerg alone or face annihilation at her hands.<br><br>Zeratul discovered the Hybrid being engineered by Samir Duran at the behest of some "greater power" while searching for Praetor Artanis and his forces.&nbsp; Upon discovery of the finished Hybrid, and after hearing Samir Duran's words about the countless Hybrids spread accross the galaxy, he destroyed the one which his forces had found and continued on his way.<br><br>Now, a short year after the events of the Brood War, the Hybrids have begun to awaken, and Kerrigan and Zeratul have begun committing forces to discover thesecret of these Hybrids.&nbsp; Only time will tell what these Hybrids will bring to the universe.<br><br>--------------------------------------------<br><br>Gonathi stood by his Queen as she planned out how she was going to pick up the trail to discover the secrets of these Hybrids, she could feel them awakening through her link to and control of the Swarm.&nbsp; It had cause her much distress and Gonathi, being her consort, wished to alleviate this distress.<br><br>"My Queen, please I beg you to tell me if there is anything I can do to aide you.&nbsp; Is there anywhere that there might be even a small clue as to the whereabouts of these Hybrids?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 05:12:44</strong>
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				Shadir could hear voices in his head.&nbsp; Millions of voices, each one distinct, yet the exact same as all the others.&nbsp; It was this commotion that woke him from his sleep.&nbsp; <br>He heard the terran computer agent voice speak up, "Subject 59 awakening ahead of schedule.&nbsp; Advise immediate response."<br>He opened his eyes to see his reflection on the glass of his containment tube.&nbsp; <em>that....that's me.....I've become an....abomination!</em><br>Bewilderment was quickly turned into rage as he looked upon the image of what he had become.&nbsp; He lashed out at the reflection, shattering the glass <br>"Subject 59 exhibiting elevated stress levels.&nbsp; Behavior marked as hostile. Immediate termination advised."<br>As the fluid poured onto the floor, Shadir fell to the ground in a heap, surrounded by the shattered glass that had been his holding tube. Down the hallway, he could hear hurried footsteps.&nbsp; Alarm klaxons began blaring throughout the facility.&nbsp; "Hurry, hurry, before it gets a chance to escape!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Famine</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 06:07:32</strong>
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				Kerrigan tapped her claw-like hands on the decayed earth before her as she looked at her consort and back at the map. It was a war inside of her head and it was meant to be so quite literally. The Queen of the Blades felt her insides boiling as another one of the Zerg died from things that should have never happened. Though now with the Hybrids awakening she had to find them and quickly before Zeratul does. Sadly enough though he might be the only hope she would have to find them. That or follow her instinct and go to earth where she believes a Hybrid may lie but even Kerrigan knew that would be folly on her part. <br><br>Looking at her consort she shook her head and spoke, "No my dear there is nothing you can do. Though the faintest idea I have is too dangerous to even attempt. As it would put all my babies at harms way." She knew there was one though. She could feel it inside of a cell crying for her help even if it wasn't at the moment it knew who it needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 06:22:54</strong>
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				<em>Elsewhere in the Koprulu Sector</em><br><br>Space shifted, twisted, and tore apart, as a Terran Battlecruiser entered Realspace. Like all of its' type, the vessel was a grey, hammerheaded warship, with the trim picked out in a dark blue shade. Alongside the C&amp;C Area of the vessel, the name <em>CHURCHILL</em> was picked out in golden lettering, the prefix D.S.S. displaying that the vessel was a proud member of the navy of the United Earth Directorate. It seemed that even after the debacle of Admiral DuGalle's mission to this Sector, the UED wasn't intending on giving up bringing the Koprulu Sector into the UED hedgemony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 21:18:04</strong>
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				Flashes of the past and the present merged as one as his head rolled from side to side, he lay in bed, hes been in and out of the sick bay for a few days his last endevor with the zerg landed him with a broken arm and new scar across his back, multiple surgeries cured the deep gash near his spin but oddly enough he kept getting sick from the broken arm, soon though his head calmed as plesent images of the times he had once spent as a child lulled him back to sleep, he thought of his father who was a marine born to fight for men and proud of who he was, he thought of his mother a frail yet stuburn woman, when he wanted to hunt or play she had him reading and learning, he was ever so greatful to bother of them.&nbsp; *fastforward somebit* he is now a marine graduating with honors among his classes, his father has taught him well and only if his mother able to see him *flastforward alittle more* he has been booted from the marines for disobeying orders, his father a proud marine disowns him but he finds comfort in a fact he has been recruited to the ghost academy, excelling instantly due to his newly found psy abilities.&nbsp; He met a fellow class mate a "Sarah Kerigan" a first true crush, images of their times begin to play over in his thoughts, his demenor changes as he sleeps a small smirk slides across his face, however like all good dreams they must end and soon the past events of the broodd war breaks into his dreams and ruins all that made him once happy, he awakes instantly gritting his teeth and turning as he clutches his arm "dammit" he said through his teeth as he leans up his left arm in a sling, he looks around as he whipes the sweat from his brow looking around his room
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 22:38:28</strong>
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				(ooc: Hey everyone I was just notified by an admin that i need to change the location of the IC and the character profiles threads, I have put up a message to find a mod to take care of it for us, once it's taken careof I'll give you guys the new location of the threads in the original interest check)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 23:08:43</strong>
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				(OOC:Never mind the same links will still work so everyone's free to post again)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 23:52:01</strong>
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				"Executor! we have detected a subspace fluctuation and it appears that a Terran Battlecruiser has entered the sector." Zeltari stood up and moved to the monitor to see what they where dealing with. It had been a while since he had seen a Battlecruiser since Rainer's forces had pulled out to the far corner of the sector. It took only a few moments for the scans to show the large D.S.S. symbol and bring up the encounters with the U.E.D. in the past. It was quite an interesting turn of events as he stared at the screen. It was quite possible that they where hostel and that made for a security risk but he would not interfere with them just yet...<br><br>"Keep a close eye on them but don't take up arms until we have more information. They may be in need of help." Zeltari moved back to the training area and tested his Psionic ability's once again, keeping himself in top form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 01:26:23</strong>
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				Gonathi left the Queen to her planning.&nbsp; He had decided that he would try his hand at finding some lead as to the whereabouts of the Hybrids.&nbsp; After all when Kerrigan had created him she had given him very minimal psionic capabilities, and had allowed him to access the Swarm in the same way she did, with some limits of course.&nbsp; He didn't mind the limitations, after all his only wish was to be by her side and do what he could to help her.<br><br>He sat down on a cliff overlooking one of the numerous lava pits of Char, and went into a sort of trance.&nbsp; His mind flew through the Swarm Mind feeling for any abnormalities in the Swarm Mind.&nbsp; Suddenly he felt the same presence which often signaled a Hybrid, except this one wasn't as cloudy as the others to the point that he could actually start to peer into this one's mind.&nbsp; He didn't try to look too hard, after all he only needed a small clue as to where this Hybrid was.&nbsp; He tapped into the Hybrid's senses of hearing and sight as undetectable as possible and waited to see or hear some clue.&nbsp; For now all he could tell was that this one was just awakening
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 02:32:52</strong>
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				Two marines burst through the doorway into the room with Shadir. He glared at them from his position on the ground.&nbsp; "YOU! You did this to me!" <br>The marines leveled their guns and opened fire.&nbsp; Shadir was moving in a flash. As the first salvo of bullets hit his torso, he noticed that he barely felt any pain from it.&nbsp; Most of the bullets were only leaving surface injuries, and not penetrating through the thick zerg carapace that he had grown in his isolation within the tube.&nbsp; He also became aware that his warp blade, now perfectly fused with his right arm, was active, and pulsing menacingly.&nbsp; Before the marines had a chance to do any serious damage, he was plunging it into their armor.&nbsp; The encounter was over moments after it had ended.&nbsp; As he stepped out the doorway, a nearby scientist ran for his life, screaming for mercy.&nbsp; <br>"Mercy? Why should I show you mercy, when it was you people who did this to me? Do you not think it appropriate that I be angry for turning me into an abomination?!" <br>He began to pursue the scientist down the hallway, when suddenly a firebat emerged from another doorway, blocking his path. Before he had a chance to react, Shadir cut him with his blade, and he used his momentum to spin and slash him with his left wing, lifting the hapless foe into the air for a brief moment. Fortunately, the tank on his back didn't burst.&nbsp; <br>It wasn't hard to find the scientist, and when he reached him, he grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air.&nbsp; "Talk! Tell me where I am, and what you have done to me, and I MIGHT, just MIGHT show you some mercy. " Shadir was so caught up in his anger that he didn't even notice Gonathi's probing. .. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 03:14:53</strong>
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				Good this one had anger, great anger.&nbsp; Anger always made them easier to persuade, or control, although he preferred the latter.&nbsp; He would hopefully only need to remain connected for a little bit longer and we would have something to go on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 23:32:02</strong>
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				he coughed softly as he found his room was dark, he turned seeing that it wa actually two in the afternoon, sighing he stood up slowly, still alittle woozy from the drugs he had been given for his fever, he stamered over to the wall pushing the button on the intercom "Pat....." he paused softly "....where the hell are we?" he released the button and coughed before sighging waiting for a reply "room....lights please" the room lit up brightly and he had to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the light.&nbsp; He walked over to the mirror and rubbed his beard "need to shave..." his eyes focused on his dog tags "Nicholai Rihnehart" he smiled, he had a history to both hate and be proud of, he loved the fact that he was where he was and had no control of it, he was the kind of guy who could be leader but rather sit back and enjoy the ride
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 06:10:30</strong>
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				"Adjutant, Pause recording." Captain Clifton stated as he picked up his comm. "Ah, I see you're awake Nick. Welcome to DuGalle's Folly, Redux..." he said, ambivelent about the description of his mentor. "We're back in the Koprulu Sector, about 20 Light-minutes out from Braxis, according to the Navigation Computers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:06:27</strong>
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				Nikki laughed to himself softly as he mummbled "was any of what you just said english pat?" he turned held out his hand and used his psionic abilities to hold the combutton in, this showed his true lazy nature "um...hey how long have i been out?" he released the button and turned back to the dresser and mirror and began to gather clothing for his shower
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 05:51:20</strong>
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				Despite being choked, the scientist grinned, "You are as magnificent as Duran said you would be.&nbsp; The fusion of a zerg and a protoss warrior..."<br>"Ok, that answers WHAT you did to me.&nbsp; Now tell me where I am before I lose my patience!"<br>"That's....simple. You're on....a nameless world.....near Braxis," the Scientist gasped out.&nbsp; <br>Shadir tossed the scientist aside as if he was rubbish.&nbsp; "I shall spare your life, if only because you are unarmed.&nbsp; There would be no honor in killing you, no matter how much I would like to do so. Contemplate this atrocity that you have done to me, with the time that I have granted you." <br>Suddenly, three ghosts un-cloaked around him, weapons aimed for his exposed head.&nbsp; "Come quietly, or die," they said in unison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 15:12:15</strong>
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				He disconnected as soon as the three ghosts uncloaked around the Hybrid.&nbsp; An unnamed world near Braxis...well that made sense.&nbsp; Duran certainy did have a twisted sense of humor.&nbsp; He had to report this to Kerrigan and offer to check this out for her.&nbsp; After all it looked like he would need to hurry if he were to find this Hybrid alive and either learn something from it or possibly bring it to their side, through coercive tactics of course, after all its Protoss side would make it far too proud to work with a Zerg willingly.<br><br>He found Kerrigan in the same place she had been when he had left her.<br><br>"My Queen!&nbsp; I have discovered the location of a newly awakened Hybrid.&nbsp; I will be leaving immediately by myself to either attempt to capture it or bring it to our side, or to at least search the enemies databanks for more information on the Hybrids."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 20:11:15</strong>
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				The Protoss had begun to make leaps and bounds in new technology for combining the light and dark energies now that the two tribes had been united under Zeratul and his followers. It was a great new era for the powerful aliens but with lingering feelings from the Brood Wars and mourning the lost masses as well as a report of a new threat that may be emerging The Protoss people where almost desperately searching for ways to defend themselves against the Zerg, Terran and any other threat that may attack. Due to this, weapons development and energy conversion has taken flight and with the appearance of the High Templar and High Archon people have never felt safer from the eminent danger and threat posed by the Hybrids.<br><br>However those in command know better then to relax, The Brood Wars had ended with the Zerg becoming a powerful threat under Kerrigan and just because they hadn't attacked didn't mean that they where gone. It didn't help that the faction under Zeratul spent more then a few years fighting and speaking with members of the old Conclave to find a way to get them to join with the rest of the people in the Light/Dark movement. Those lost years where the reason why the Zerg had been keeping the Protoss at bay and why Zeratul had been unsuccessful in his search for the Hybrids. All of these thoughts floated in and out of Zeltari's mind as he trained his body and mind. He wanted nothing more then to help his people live in peace and looking to prove himself as a leader of the High Templar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 20:59:44</strong>
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				"Not that long." Pat replied, as he got out of his chair and walked around the nearly empty Bridge of the Battlecruiser, to stretch his still stiff legs. Normally, the <em>Churchill</em> would be buzzing with muted conversation and the clicking of computer keyboards. Right now, the only sound was the ticking of the antique clock that Pat had managed to salvage from the <em>Aleksander</em>. The lonely feeling was intense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 23:19:35</strong>
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				he laughed "nice...more waisted time" he muttered as he grabbed his clothing and walked off into the bathroom and slipped into the showers, he jsut stood there as the warm water rolled across his body images of her rolled in his mind but he shook them away and soon he was finished, he walked back to his room after drying and dressing.&nbsp; on his way back he began to speak "computer....main deck please..." as soon as the intercom was connected to Patrick he spoke again 'so how many of are alive on the ship?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 02:49:58</strong>
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				The alarm claxons blaring throughout the base finally woke Pyre. "Ugh.&nbsp; Guess something's up." She quickly dressed in her former ghost outfit. It still fit rather well, despite not having been used in a while.&nbsp; She left the helmet in her footlocker. It wasn't necessary for her to wear it, and it restained her hair, which was a weapon in and of itself. As she finished her preparations, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Tall and lithe with hair coming down to her ankles, she looked strikingly beautfiul. "Even after all that's happened, you still look like a Terran on the outside," she said to the reflection. She grabbed her C-10 and pushed a button on her desk.&nbsp; "Computer, situation report."<br>"<em>it would seem that subject 59 has escaped, and killed three people.&nbsp; He is currently located in Lab Complex Alpha.</em><br>"Thank you computer, that will be all." She smacked the button on her doorway and rushed into the corridor as it opened.&nbsp; <em>Don't get yourself killed before I get there.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 03:14:27</strong>
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				Shadir had only moments to react before he was going to be shot in the head.&nbsp; He ducked down and simultaneously activated his cloacking abilities.&nbsp; In the past, he would have been able to get through the entire base without being seen, but he was no longer able to keep it going indefinitely.&nbsp; In moments he was back in motion, targeting the ghost closet to his back.&nbsp; He hoped they'd expect him to attack the guy in front of him.&nbsp; Sure enough, they fired in an approximation of where he would have been had he chosen that tack.&nbsp; His blade sliced through the ghosts armor, and an immediate retaliation followed from the other two ghosts. One shot got through and hit his right wing, cleaving it at the first joint.&nbsp; Grabbing the fallen ghost, he rushed at the one who shot it off, using his former comrade as a shield.&nbsp; When he got close enough, he hit the man with an uppercut that took him out, due to Shadirs enhanced strength.&nbsp; His cloacking fell at that moment, and the third ghost shot him in the leg.&nbsp; Falling to one knee, he instinctively spat acid at the final ghost, and he went down.&nbsp; <em>damn, at this rate, I'm not going to make it out of the base...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 08:29:14</strong>
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				Pyre burst into Lab Complex A, ready to defend herself in moments.&nbsp; No attack came.&nbsp; <em>he hasn't gotten this far yet...that's both good and bad.</em> In a nearby cell, a zergling reared up, becoming aware of her presence almost immediately. They knew she was cutting them off from the rest of their hive. It was one of the reasons they kept her here.&nbsp; If the zerg at this base were connected to the swarm, the zerg would know of the hybrid this facility had created.&nbsp; More than likely, with his awakening, they were now fully aware.&nbsp; It would only be a matter of time before the zerg came pouring down upon this station.&nbsp; Whether he liked it or not, Shadir was leaving with her, and she was going to make sure of it.&nbsp; "Computer, scan for any nearby friendly vessels. Furthermore, ready a dropship for takeoff. Override code Helix Alpha."<br>"<em>Acknowledged.</em>"
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				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 08:35:25</strong>
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				Shadir rose onto his good leg, and began limping toward the next door.&nbsp; To his amazement, the limp became less and less necessary, as the leg healed itself. Within minutes, he was back to a full run.&nbsp; The damage done to his leg recovered at amazing speeds.&nbsp; <em>At least this accursed form has some advantages,</em> he grudgingly admitted.&nbsp; To his amazement, no more guards appeared to hinder his progress. That was until he arrived at the entrance of the labs.&nbsp; Standing in his way was a female ghost with abnormally long hair.&nbsp; "Stand aside and I won't have to hurt you Terran," he sneered, with warp blade raised to attack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 17:04:46</strong>
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				The G-forces that warp travel incurred always felt like a thrill to Gonathi.&nbsp; Because of his body structure they didn't really affect him as they would most sentient beings, but he still loved the feeling of going faster than the speed of light.&nbsp; The Overlord he had commandeered for his transportation emerged out of warp just outside of sensor range of the base.&nbsp; Gonathi immediately connected to the local Swarm mind, but found it in disarray, almost cloudy.&nbsp; He felt his way around to find the source and found a cloud of psi distortion around a base on the nearest planet.<br><br>"I have a feeling that's where he is."<br><br>His body produced a mask of the densest clearest element it could over his face, and thickened his carapace to withstand deep space pressures, while ensuring any vital organs were well sealed from the pressure.&nbsp; He had the Overlord shoot him from it's ventral sac aimed at the base on he planet.<br><br>Within minutes he entered the atmosphereand crashed down on the airfield of the base just in front of the dropship that Pyre had ordered to standby.&nbsp; His body reconfigured itself for the planets atmosphere as he stood bringing his wing claws that he usually kept around his legs to look like pants into their attack position with a pair on either side of his waist another pair just slightly higher than that and then the last pair over either of his shoulders.<br><br>He took a look around and saw in the nearest airlock a ghost with a rather familiar feel to her, and his primary target...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 07:29:10</strong>
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				"Terran? Heh, I haven't been called a Terran in a while now.&nbsp; Everyone here on base knows I'm infested, despite my looks.&nbsp; Regardless, I'm not here to stop you.&nbsp; If anything, I want to help you escape.&nbsp; It's regretable that they did that to you, and you can bet they want to use you...."<br>the rest of her words were cut off as a....something....crashed down on the nearby airfield.&nbsp; "And that would be an uninvited guest. Listen hybrid, I may be your one chance at freedom.&nbsp; You don't have much time to choose, so make your decision quickly," she the computer chimed, "<em>One friendly ship located, 20 light years from Braxis. Registered as the Churchill.&nbsp; Another unidentified mass detected in space nearby.&nbsp; Unknown origin and composition.&nbsp; Standing by for orders.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 15:30:36</strong>
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				Gonathi walked over to the airlock, and since it would not open for him of it's own accord he had no choice but to cut through the doors.&nbsp; He unleashed his claws which came sliding out from between his knuckles, all four of them on each hand.&nbsp; He slammed them through the edge of the door and started cutting along the edge.&nbsp; He moved quickly and within seconds the doors were no longer a problem.<br><br>He caught of whiff of a familiar scent from the Ghost.&nbsp; He could also feel the psionic waves that were distorting the local Swarm mind.<br><br>"Terran you have a very familiar scent about you, why?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 16:56:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				nikki sighed as he walked through the corridors of the Churchhill awaiting for Pat's reply, he thought to himself stumbling along in here alone almost made him sick <em>why was everyone?</em> he thought to himself as he hung a left and with his good arm climbed down a ladder into the the units room which held most of the mech suits the marines would wear, in there he slipped to the corner of the ships room and began to type numbers into a keypad on the wall, as he did a small hatch opened and a table that like a morticians room slide from the wall, on the table held robotic parts of certain mech units all different in there own way, but what distinguished the robot was that it was about the size of a tiger and even had that shape of a head "haaa....Syra 1.0 your still here" he smirked to himself
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:31:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pat nodded as he settled back into his Command Chair. "Adjutant, status report on cryogenics unit. Did we have any containment failures?"<br><br><em>"Confirmed, sir. Lieutenant James Reynolds, and Ensign Allen Davies."</em><br><br>Pat made a face. While he hadn't known Ensign Davies that well, Lt. Reynolds had been one of the more popular officers in the crew, particularly with the marine detatchment on board. Things could be... awkward now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 11:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A familiar scent?&nbsp; Don't you know it's impolite to point out that a girl smells? But in all seriousness, I have no idea, I've never met something....quite like you. Tell me, are you an infested Terran, or a full fledged Zerg.&nbsp; Either way, there's nothing here that would interest you," the ghost replied, a confident look on her face.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 11:05:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir didn't know if he trusted the ghost, but she certainly hadn't shot at him yet.&nbsp; Yet she had said she was infested. Her uprfront honesty was unsettling to say the least. <em> Perhaps I should at least hear her out.</em>&nbsp; As the new arrival began ripping through the doors, he turned his attention to him.&nbsp; "Fine enough.&nbsp; I don't yet trust you, but you don't seem to be out to kill me. How do you plan on helping me? "<br>The creature finished getting through the airlock doors, and confronted the ghost with a question. <em>Terran you have a very familiar scent about you, why?"</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 15:50:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What I am is of no concern to you, however if you must know I have no trace of Terran in me.&nbsp; As for there being 'nothing here that would interest me' I'm afraid you are wrong there.&nbsp; Kerrigan is extremely disturbed by the fact that her children continue to be killed by Hybrids such as this one," he pointed at Shadir, "and so I am here because I detected his awakening and I must speak with him for I seek a way to alleviate My Queen's distress."<br><br>He was curious as to why this woman was able to disturb the local Swarm mind, but that was information for another time.&nbsp; He turned to Shadir quickly deciding what he would say.<br><br>"My dear Hybrid, you are truly a sight to behold.&nbsp; I do not know what this woman," he jabbed a finger at Pyre, "has offered you, but you must keep in mind she is a Terran, and the Terrans are the ones who have done this to you, do you truly believe they want to help you?&nbsp; Do you not think they simply want to continue studying you so that they can do the same thing to others?&nbsp; The Swarm has never truly desired to merge with the Protoss, however while the Overmind was around we had no choice, his control was too strong.&nbsp; But now the Queen of Blades is in control and we seek only to live.&nbsp; I would like you to come with us that we might discover together the meaning behind your current condition."<br><br>Throughout his entire speech his wing claws remained trained on Pyre in case she made any hostile movements.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 05:06:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir was wary of both individuals who were vying for his loyalty. More importantly, he picked up on Gonathi's use of the word, "Hybrids".&nbsp; "So, there are others out there like me?&nbsp; I shouldn't be so surprised. This throws everything into a new light."<br><em>I will find the others, and free them.&nbsp; Then, together we shall decide our future. It's obvious to me that we are viewed as tools, right now, but we will forge our own path. The only ones we'll be able to count on, will be ourselves. For now, I'll play the puppet. </em> "Alright, I've made my decision.&nbsp; I regret to inform you that I have no interest in joining the Zerg at this time.&nbsp; However, I am not your enemy, at least not for the time being.&nbsp; My goals coincide with yours. I wish to discover the locations of the other hybrids, and I wish to discover more about my present condition. As for you, <em>Terran,</em> you will accompany me, if you truly have any desire to help me. Now that that's settled, let's all retract or put away our weapons, and act like civilized beings. <em>while I manipulate this situation to suit the hybrids needs...</em> he thought to himself.&nbsp; As a show of faith, he turned off his warp blade, which immediately began the process of fortifying his natural armor with its energies.&nbsp; "And now I've learned something new about myself," he commented dryly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 06:32:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well my primary mission here was only to gather information, bringing you back with me would have simply been a bonus."<br><br>For the time being Gonathi's wing claws returned to their usual position, acting as pseudo-pants, but they remained tense enough to react should something come up.<br><br>"And by the way Terran I can tell that it's you blocking my link with the local Zerg, and while I do not know how you are accomplishing it, believe me when I say I will find a way around it, eventually.&nbsp; For now though I wil let it be simply for the sake of retrieving this info for My Queen."<br><br>He turned to the nearest terminal and used it to memorize the layout of the building, quickly finding the central mainframe room.<br><br>"Now if you'll excuse me I have some information to find, you, Hybrid, are welcome to come along, but I warn you if you try anything, how do you call it, "uncivilized", you will discover my true strength."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 06:46:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>This is precisely what I didn't want him to do. Aiding the Zerg in finding the other hybrids will only make more of them fall into their hands.&nbsp; I'd rather the hybrids be left alone all together. Then again, if the Zerg can locate more hybrids, it'll be easier for us to retreive them later.</em> "Oh, is my ability disturbing you," she smirked. "Your queen found it irksome during her...earlier days. But that's a tale for another day."&nbsp; She took great pleasure in taunting this odd hybrid of a Zerg. Turning to Shadir, the smirk vanished. "Very well. If I'm going to be helping you look for other hybrids, we might as well follow him to the database," she stated as she holstered her C-10.&nbsp; She was far from disarmed though, but thankfully Gonathi didn't know that.&nbsp; Shadir might not as well, but she wouldn't count on it.&nbsp; <em>You are more in my debt than you realize hybrid. Someday, you shall use me as a tool, the way the other sides wish to use you. When that day comes, I wonder how you'll feel about it,</em> she wondered to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 17:49:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do not push your luck woman, the only reason I do not attack you is that it would complicate my mission, so if I were you, I would keep my mouth closed unless it's to warn me of something I should know about."<br><br>They reached the mainframe room shortly and oddly, without any confrontations.&nbsp; He had never seen or heard of a Terran installation with such lax security.&nbsp; Something had to be waiting for him.<br><br>"Now if you two would kindly watch my back in case we have any iterruptions I will commence the download."<br><br>He stepped up to the mainframe terminal and began his search.&nbsp; He didn't get anywhere in the system before several panels around the room opened up and flooded his body with electricity.&nbsp; <em>I knew there had to be some sort of defenses.</em>&nbsp; He immediately had his body start changing it's composition to that of an element that would repel the electricity.&nbsp; Before long the electricity just seemed to swirl around him instead of going through him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:13:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked upon the small work table and held out his left arm pulling a stool to him with his mind, sitting his pickedup the main brains of the small robot, Syra1.0 was project he had been working on for years, prior to the brood wars and the rise of kerigan, Syra was created as a pet for Nicholai, it had mostly all the same abilities as he did, a premire cloaking device, telepathic bonds, spyblades and claws as well as an onboard memory system used for infiltrating psionicly into computer systems within ten feet.<br><br>Also when Nikki first started his project was the first week he met kerrigan and Pyre, this was started as a class project that he took to heart and at one point Pyre and himself were working on trying to make Syra 1.0 unnoticed by zerg for infiltration purposes, but they never were able to figure it out.&nbsp; He also ran into another problem, the only way he could have Syra run was to psyonicly connect to it, but they drained him of his energy, he couldnt find a power sorce worth while till he tried barganning from the protoss for an energy battery, but all attempts where failed, they didnt like the fact he was trying to make a sentient computer system that only he could link to.<br><br>He sighed softly and psionicly pushed the com button again "um...Pat....you ok? you never answered me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 05:40:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An archive in the mainframe computer, located at the back of a number of other classified archives, contained some useful information. Information regarding a secret underground research facility on the barren surface of Mar Sara, a former Confederate colony. After the incident before the Brood Wars, the planet is now a wasteland thanks to Protoss orbital bombardment. Terran society did not leave the planet alone. It was currently being resettled by the Kelmorian Combine, with the interest of mining for precious ore, vespid gas, crystals and metals, along with a few hundred civilian prospectors behind the major terraforming project. As it had been less than a decade since the complete obliteration of all life on its surface, they had made limited progress and the surface had only made a small recovery from the devastation.<br><br>Within the archive, numerous projects revolved around 'hybrid research and bio-weapons development'. Details were sketchy and portions of the data had been deleted, but there was enough to show that the facility was still active.<br><br>A security camera recording accompanied a file named 'Specimen 322 Breakout'. The vid began with a hallway about the size of a hangar, filled with SCVs and other construction material, at a corner angle at one of the far walls. A number of seconds passed by before the camera zoomed into the far wall opposite, onto a large hangar door with a blinking red light indicating a lockdown. No more than a moment when the door suddenly burst outwards violently, metal shards and electronic bits flying everywhere. As there was audio, the wrenching sound of exploding inch thick steel plating echoed through the speakers followed by an animalistic roar of something very large and powerful.<br><br>The camera feed fizzled into static slightly before it refocused upon the escapee, a massive creature that appeared to be a large Ultralisk. Unlike most common breeds, this one seemed slightly larger. Its carapace was gunmetal black and its eyes upon its head glowed a menacing red. The blood and viscera of the Terrans it had killed dripped off its kaiser blades and bullet holes riddled much of its armor, indicating that it had killed many before coming here. With a furious charge through the hangar, the camera trailed the hulking mass as it smashed through another door, knocking over and ramming through everything that was in its path. A large squad of marines followed after, chasing it down wherever it went. The recording then faded to black.<br><br>The other files within the archive tell of some of the escapee's strange abilities, the ability to disorient, even break things, with a psionic scream and charge its kaiser blades with psionic energy. The lead scientist linked much of the data to the Protoss and their psi technology. They could not conclude this just yet, as Specimen 322 had escaped into the wilderness of the surface. The report ended with the scientist's intention to recapture and experiment, cited determination and scientific zeal.<br><br>There was no indication of how long this archive had been here. The report was never dated, or at most, the report had been tampered with and the date erased.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 06:05:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The camera feed finished playing and Gonathi stood there for a moment, stunned by the fact that a mainframe computer was equipped with external speakers.&nbsp; The shock wore off and he finished up his download of the files.&nbsp; Turning to the two others it could visbily be seen that his body composition was changing itself back to normal, which to most would be a rather disturbing sight.<br><br>He went up to the Hybrid and handed him a disk with a copy of the data he had pulled.&nbsp; The data had contained only three entries of other Hybrids, with only the Ultralisk Hybrid having a pinpointed Planet location, Mar Sara of course, the other two Hybrids were only mentioned as 1) being on a planet roughly 10-20 lightyears from Char, and 2) being in the same system as Aiur.&nbsp; Also it had contained all the reasearch data on the Hybrid which had led him here.&nbsp; He figured this would be a good show of faith on his part, hopefully currying some favor for him.&nbsp; He did not hand a copy to the woman though as he figured she probably already had a copy of what he had, if not more, however whether or not she would have chosen to tell the Hybrid the full truth he had no idea.<br><br>"There you have all the information I just downloaded, as I said earlier I will not force you to come with me, but I will leave my offer open to you.&nbsp; Should you wish to contact me you need only access the Swarm Mind and call out to me."<br><br>He turned to the woman, "I will take my leave now.&nbsp; I would appreciate if you would cease your disruption of my control of the local Zerg so that I may leave without any complications.&nbsp; Do not worry I will not loose any of the Zerg captured here upon the base...today."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 07:45:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir watched the recording impassively. As Gonathi handed him the data disk, he grunted, "thanks. We shall see," turning to the ghost, he curtly said, "we should be off.&nbsp; I have no desire to remain in this place. "<br>His cloak, which had been open for most of the battles, now wrapped around him so that he resembled a regular dark templar again, giving him a standoffish feel.&nbsp; In the distance, he thought he felt a familiar presence, but made no mention of it to the others.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 08:04:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gonathi was right about one thing, she did have most of the data, though the recording of Araq was not in her original data.&nbsp; The data about the hybrid near Char however, was also absent from before.&nbsp; Of Course, she had the issue of remaining covert while she had tried to access the database, whereas Gonathi did not have to hide his true intentions, making it easier for him to search without fear of discovery.&nbsp; In response to Shadir, Pyre nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, let's get out of here. " She lead the way back to the waiting transport and got in the pilot seat.&nbsp; The lack of resistence after Shadir had met up with her gave her a sense of disquiet. As if they were letting him get away. After all their efforts to keep him a secret, to simply let him go now was...odd.<br>"So, hybrid, I never actually introduced myself. I'm Pyre. I think we should avoid the planet close to Char, it's too close to the Zergs main hive, and my presence would only attract their attention. I suggest going to that base on Mar Sara, and digging up the secrets they've buried there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 15:49:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had ignored him, that annoyed him greatly.&nbsp; Now he would have to wait for her to leave the system to be able to call the Overlord to him so he could leave.&nbsp; He didn't like that because the longer he spent in this base the more chances there were of reinforcements showing up.&nbsp; While they were taking off and leaving he decided to put some organic mines in the entryways of the buildings around the base.&nbsp; By the time he finished the woman and Hybrid were far enough away that her disruption of his control had no effect.&nbsp; So he first told the Zerg who were captured inside the base how to open their locks and wished them luck in destroying the base.<br><br>While the base erupted into chaos he called down his Overlord and ordered it to head for Char, which would be the best place for him to search for now.&nbsp; While the Overlord went into Warp Space he slipped into the Swarm mind and left the data he had gathered as well as what he was planning to do in a spot that Kerrigan would be able to find easy if she were wondering where he was or what he was doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 18:00:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Far off on the barren wasteland of Mar Sara, a planet now in the midst of recovery from scorched earth and complete biological eradication, the Kelmorian Combine worked their toll for their right to claim the planet as their own. The large mining settlement and star port of New St. Angels was the center of their control, surrounded by the planet's signature high plateaus and brown ashen dirt roads. All around the surface, dotted by numerous towns, farms and mines, was devoid of much life, but underground and within the towering cliffs were vast complexes of tunnels and structures, some old from the time of the Brood Wars and some new from the unrelenting search for precious minerals the Combine sought after.<br><br>The people here were mostly friendly, hardy and hardworking, simple blue collar folk working factories, farms and mining equipment. Here for most townships, everyone was like family. With the generous standards set by their Combine employers, their pay was high and the risks were even higher. Many dangers still lurk the scarred surface and the darknesss below ground, in many of the old town ruins and military bases that poke out in the open landscape. Strange creatures that were never seen before appear in the least expected places. Those who run across these creatures almost never return and for those who do were mortally wounded. These few survivors tell many stories of their attackers, many of them exaggerated and sketchy. A local old time favourite near the town of Tamper Downs, next to Fort Void, was the 'Black Dust Devil', a huge monstrous being that kicks up large amounts of dust when it charges, able to tear apart almost anything it could get its claws upon. They say that if they hear the thing's horrifying scream, it could be the last thing they would ever hear. The stories about it range from the fantastic to the downright grim, mostly grim enough for Fort Void to make sure that they send out Vulture and marine escorts to anybody who were making the crossing down Tamper Valley. The hired soldiers obviously protested but their employers remained adamant in making sure the creature did not attack the town, more so that they were willing to pull patrols for bandits out just to answer to any distress call.<br><br>To everyone that lived there, they only thought of it as a crazed wild animal. Little did anyone know that it was something much more.... and others hunted for it, for price, pride and glory. So far, no hunter had ever made it back alive.<br><br>Taking the young hunter in a marine suit, lying on the ground next to a ruined Vulture motorcycle, with blood streaming out of almost every chink, seam and opening. Joe didn't listen to any of the warnings, not even the veterans at the bounty office in Tamper Downs. They had told him it was not easy, and perhaps way too much for his calibre or his guns. A chase down a canyon with his Vulture and a major slip up later, he seemed to have broken at least half a dozen bones, which was not as bad as the large gash on the abdominal area of his suit and a leg that was supposed to be there a few moments ago. His pistol was in his hand, his rifle on his left, the clips empty and the spent shells littered on the ground. His visor was up and jammed in positioned, letting the sunlight of the Mar Saran sun beating down onto his bloody face. His breath rapid, mouth open in an attempt to keep sucking up as much air as he could to keep him from falling unconscious. Every muscle in his body, every servo and mechanical part of his suit quivered and shaked, numbing out the pain of his mortal wounds as more of his life force left him. All he could see from his view of the cloudy sky, was the blazing sun and the circling of carrion birds. He knew this could be the last view he could ever see, and before long, deep feelings of regret and dread flooded his mind. All sounds drowned out into a dull ring as a shadow loomed over him, the glow of massive sickle like blades and a pair of menacing red orbs flashing upon his widening eyes.<br><br>A voice then filled his head, a roar of rage that struck terror into the very depths of his soul. The shadow suddenly raised one of its blades, and brought it straight down upon him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 20:33:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: sorry Cmpuncle, I didn't mean to ignore you.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 20:53:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC:&nbsp; that's ok, it gives Gonathi a reason to be annoyed with Pyre, aside from her disruption abilities.&nbsp; Plus it gave him a reason to wreak havoc in the base.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 03:21:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir had followed Pyre into the transport, and remained standing against a wall.&nbsp; "You may call me Shadir, and I concur. We should head to Mar Sara.&nbsp; Something about that ultralisk bothers me.&nbsp; He had an odd air about him. " <em>what an interesting turn of events. Here I am travelling through space with an infested terran.&nbsp; Before I became...this....I wouldn't have even considered this possible.</em><br>Secretly, he made his psionic presence more felt in the space around the un-named world.&nbsp; He hoped the familiar presence he had felt before would notice his location.&nbsp; Little did he know that Nikki was also nearby to possibly feel it. He also didn't realize that Pyre could probably sense him do it too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 05:30:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC:hmm now I have to figure out what type of Hybrid is hiding out near Char...guess it's time to hit the wiki)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 06:00:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: oh this is gonna be good I found a great "hybrid" to be found near Char)<br><br>A short while later Gonathi's Overlord emerged from warp space within the system he knew so well.&nbsp; He found it odd that the Zerg had never discovered, or at least explored this moon the data had led him to.&nbsp; Before he had the Overlord begin landing on the moon, he accessed the Swarm mind to see if he could sense anything.&nbsp; Almost immediately an overwhelming sense of fear pervaded his body through the Swarm mind.&nbsp; No wonder why the Zerg had avoided this moon, there was definitely something ancient and evil there.<br><br>"I wonder if this is a good idea or not.&nbsp; Oh well nothing ventured nothing gained.&nbsp; Overlord take me down to the surface, and analyze if the air is breathable or not."<br><br>The Ventral Sac vibrated as the Overlord growled an acknowledgement.&nbsp; It touched down on the moon's surface and gave Gonathi the analysis of the atmosphere.&nbsp; The air pressure was enough that he wouldn't need to strengthen his carapace, however there was no breathable air at least not on the surface.&nbsp; So before he stepped out of the Overlord he formed a clear mask over his face which would supply him with a source of manufactured air.<br><br>When he stepped out he surveyed the landscape looking for anything unusual.&nbsp; During his sweep he noticed what appeared to be an artificially created canyon off in one direction.&nbsp; Another wave of pure fear emanated from the same direction causing his body to involuntarily shiver.<br><br>"Well looks like that just decided my direction."&nbsp; He headed off toward the canyon, not knowing what was now in store for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 07:37:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Roger that Shadir," she said as she plotted the coordinates to take them to Mar Sara.&nbsp; She noticed a battlecruiser on the radar, but it didn't seem to have noticed their presence yet.&nbsp; "Damn.&nbsp; If that cruiser is hostile, we won't stand a chance. It'll take us a minute or two to warp out of here.&nbsp; Let's just hope they don't notice us while we wait."<br>She thought she felt a familiar psionic force on that battlecruiser, but couldn't be sure at their range. She herself, sent a little probing touch out there to see if she'd get a response.&nbsp; <em>let's just hope I didn't seal our fate by drawing attention to ourselves.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 21:01:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On board the <em>Churchill</em>, the crew were coming out of cryo, and the ship was coming to life again, as all stations began reporting in their operational capacity. Clifton nodded, and sat back in his command chair as his steward brought him a cup of hot, sweet, milky tea. "Thank you, MacAllister." he said to the steward, before picking up the teacup.<br><br>"All stations report readiness, Captain!" was the general consensus.<br><br>"Very good; now let's be about it, gentlemen. Set a course for Braxis." Pat said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 21:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Gonathi drew nearer to the artificial canyon the feeling of fear grew stronger and stronger and the waves came sooner and sooner.&nbsp; Whatever was on this moon knew he was here and was trying to scare him away.&nbsp; But his resolve to help Kerrigan was too strong to be overcome by fear, no matter how powerful it was.<br><br>"Knock it off!!!" He shouted, "I know you don't want me in this place, but I will not be deterred save through death, so allow me passage."<br><br>The waves of fear became quiet, and everything around him seemed to come to a standstill.<br><br>All of a sudden a voice seemed to boom out from everywhere, "So you think you can handle what is ahead?&nbsp; You think you can handle ME?&nbsp; Very well I will allow you passage to the temple you should now be able to see in front of you," suddenly it seemed as though a field had dropped and before him now, instead of the artificial looking canyon, stood a massive Xel'Naga Temple, "Come to the innermost Sanctum and we shall decide what it is you will be allowed access to."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 00:52:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir took some time to go over the file on himself so he could become "better acquainted". After all, he certainly felt foreign in this body of his.&nbsp; It didn't surprise him much that he had regeneration, he'd seen it in action already, but what did surprise him was that according to the file, his regeneration could even restore lost limbs.&nbsp; Based on the data, his wing would regrow by the time they got to Mar Sara.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder, and indeed, his wing looked to be regenerating.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 17:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the space ahead of Shadir and Pyre a small hole of pure black, void of any stars or color, appeared for a brief moment long enough for a small Terran Wraith to come out of it.&nbsp; The pilot hailed them with the following message:<br><br>"You must go no further you carry onboard an abomination to the true nature of the universe.&nbsp; We demand that you turn him over us, The Living Heart of the Void."<br><br>The video accompanying the transmission showed a Terran who appeared to be possessed.&nbsp; A black liquid seemed to be oozing from his eyes, mouth and nose, and his cockpit seemed to be warped from what it would usually look like.&nbsp; All the cables and wires seemed to be merged with the pilot in order to give the Wraith increased ability.&nbsp; The black liquid also seemed to be crackling with pure energy.<br><br>"We will give you 5 standard minutes to comply or be destroyed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 17:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, barren wilderness<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>A mild tingle, on the back of his monstrous skull tremored all the way down his spine. It caused him to look upwards at the clouds above, into the afternoon glare that shrouded the Mar Saran sky. It was a feeling of presence, like a signal or a beacon. Even though he had the limited ability to detect presence through psionic means, he could feel this one resonate within him.... He could feel it through the Khala.... Through its many connections and nodes, he could feel the presence of this one lone psionic wave, or at least the ripples of a powerful lash through its harmonizing space like the aftermath of a small lightning bolt.<br><br>Protoss.... Protoss approach.... A lone, powerful protoss by the feel, one that is not any normal templar.... If not templar, then far stronger. An immediate thought of memories past and unprecendented rage boiled within him.<br><br>The source of the presence came from off world, perhaps on another planet nearby. It was too far for him to answer this sudden call but perhaps if it were to come closer.....<br><br>The huge monstrosity left the remains of the massacred hunter behind, turning to trudge down the canyon from which he came. The chase was through this maze of high cliffs was most thrilling but unnecessary. The man would be the third hunter that he had to eliminate over the past week and more Terrans seem to be on his trail every waking hour. It would seem that since he left no one alive, no one had taken notice of his true form and nature save for those presistant scientists. All they know is that he was their 'game', another difficult beast to be hunted down and mounted on a wall. He wanted them to think of him that way, to keep the local militia from mobilizing and posing a serious threat to his already harsh survival.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 17:57:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				as nikki sat there tinkering with the robot his head lifted as he looked around, he felt the psionic presence touch him and at first shouted out "hello......" in the space hull before shouting out psionicly with a telepathic message "...hello....whose out there?" Nikki shot up from his stool and slid the tray with the robot back into the wall&nbsp; before running up to the main command post, he swung his arms wildly as he ran and gritted his teeth as he did realizing he had his left arm in a sling, soon he came rushing into the command post "Pat do a scan of the surounding area....somethings here...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 20:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Gah, what the hell is that?!</em> Pyre thought with revulsion upon seeing the "Living Heart of the Void."&nbsp; She pushed a button on the console in front of her, to record the conversation in the ships computer. She started considering her options quickly, but there weren't many.&nbsp; The dropship had been modified to be mostly self sufficient, able to travel through warp by itself. It however, still did not have any sort of weapons.&nbsp; It would take too long for the warp drive to engage before the enemy could destroy them.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, whatever you are, but I can not turn Shadir over to you.&nbsp; My personal mission is to see that these hybrids do not fall into the wrong hands, and that they can choose their own destiny.&nbsp; Handing him over to you obviously contradicts that purpose!" <br>Suddenly, she felt a reply from coming from the battlecruiser.&nbsp; <em>My name is Pyre, and me and my crewmate are about to come under attack.&nbsp; Any help would be appreciated,</em> she replied psionically, not realizing she was communicating with her former clasmate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 21:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Living Heart of the Void was not pleased with her decision.<br><br>"Then you have sealed your fate."<br><br>The weapons systems of the Wraith fired up and just as they reached full power the entire ship exploded.&nbsp; When the explosion died nothing could be seen of the Wraith or the pilot.&nbsp; However the voice continued to sound over the shipsspeakers.<br><br>"It would appear that we spent too long inside that host.&nbsp; Very well then you will be spared for now but we will return."<br><br>The transmission faded into static and nothing more could be heard.<br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>Elsewhere Gonathi entered the Xel'Naga Temple, where the door to the temple sealed itself as soon as he entered.&nbsp; His biological atmosphere sensors told him that the composition of the air had changed, so his mask receded for the time being.&nbsp; The temple came to life lighting up the hallways.<br><br><em>Well looks like whatever is here is rolling out the "welcome wagon" for me.&nbsp; Great that just means that things are going to get difficult.&nbsp; I abhor difficulties.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 00:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nikki stopped dead in his tracks as some of the others in the main command center of the battle cruiser looked at him oddly, he rushed over to a small pannel and hit a button as everyone watched him, the button operated the small metal shields that covered the glass to protect it from the warp speed, the metal slide away revealing the vast image of space all about him, he looked around as if searching for something....or someone<br><br><em>"Pyre....is that you....really you.....you were recorded as....dead....in action"</em> he spoke out with his mind as he looked about confused and also somewhat a gleam of hope ignited into his soul, he wasnt to found of people all the time, but pyre was an old school buddy that for some reason had always caught a soft spot for him in his heart.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 00:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pat half-rose from the command chair, and lowered his teacup from his lips, where he'd been about to take a sip. "Is there something you wish to share with us, Nicholai?" he asked, for a moment seeming to channel his mentor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 00:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked to Pat for a second "remember that cute girl back at the academy that you tried hitting on...Pyre....shes alive...and out there....somewhere....." his eyes lifted back to the stars searching for some kind of vessel
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 01:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great Scott...." he muttered, getting up and walking over. "Can you narrow down her position?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 01:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"i dont know, her psionic signal is weak, i can really pinpoint her next time we link psionicly ill be able to tell" he continued to look through the skies all about
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 04:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir finally spoke up.&nbsp; "So, it would seem that the universe agrees with me, I am an abomination..."<br>He quietly sat down in a nearby chair.&nbsp; "I can tell you're searching for your friends.&nbsp; I won't stop you, but let's not get on board that cruiser.&nbsp; If you wish, we could tell them of our destination, and possible meet up with them planet side.&nbsp; I do not trust them however.&nbsp; I barely trust you for that matter, but you have at least earned my respect, Pyre."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 04:39:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>well, at least I've gotten on his good side.&nbsp; Trust will have to come eventually, and I will be the first to admit, he has every reason to doubt me. still, maybe I should contact them.</em><br><br>She nodded, "alright. we'll do it your way."<br>She punched the button on her console and stopped the recording.&nbsp; Psionically, she replied, "<em>Lai? That is you isn't it?&nbsp; I am very much alive, despite what the reports may say.&nbsp; The danger is past, the attackers weapons systems seemed to have overloaded.&nbsp; My crewmate and I, we're heading to Mar Sara. It may be in your best interest to head there as well.</em>"<br>She would have said more, but the warp system finished engaging, and the small transport began its journey to Mar Sara.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 05:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Pat....listen were heading to Mar Sara....punch it in warp speed" he stood up hitting the button to close the protective shield "....Shes heading there"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 07:10:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see... Navigation Officer, set a course for the Mar Sara colony, best speed." he pointed. "Gunnery Officer, begin checks on main batteries; if we come across hostiles, I want it slagged before it knows we're here."<br><br>"Aye Sir!" the two officers said.<br><br>"Warp Speed, <em>Engage!</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 07:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholai turned to his old friend and smiled softly "thanks...." he patted the back of the newly appointed capitans back 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 08:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, barren wilderness<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>Navigating the rocky terrain, the hulk of black made his way around the maze of canyons out into the open wastelands, commonly known simply to the Terrans as the Badlands. Large expanses of dirt, sand and gravel with minimal vegetation. The cliffsides, mesas and plateaus litter a great part of the continent he was in. Due west was the small Terran settlement of Tamper Downs, far beyond the horizon in less hostile territory. Further beyond was the larger mining port of New St Angels. To the east towered the Combine vespine refineries and mines that mark the rich veins of vespine gas below ground. To the north was his destination. A safe haven of old ruins and ashen wasteland, far from any radars and patrols, rumored to be a place of Zerg infestation and inhospitable land. It was a scorched area, once a walled major city that was the planet's capital, reduced to rubble and broken steel from Protoss bombardment almost a decade ago. No life existed in that direction and it was the perfect place to rest. The most he would encounter there were the easily scared off salvage crews. Even they were sparse after he made quite a few of them 'disappear'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 09:20:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir stalked off into one of the other compartments. After warping toward Mar Sara, he could no longer feel the familiar presence nearby.&nbsp; <em>That presence...it could only have belonged to Zeltari....but what was he doing all the way out there? And what about that warped individual?&nbsp; Why did I tell that infested woman she could contact those people? Who can I trust?&nbsp; AGHH, all these questions, and not enough answers.</em><br>as he meditated on his questions, the cloak around him moved in a rippling motion, reflecting his mood. <em> I guess I'll find some answers in that base.</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 18:18:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gonathi continued through the temple paying close attention to the writings on the wall, which took the form of something akin to ancient Terran hieroglyphics.&nbsp; They seemed to be a description of what this temple did.&nbsp; It appeared that this temple existed for the sole purpose of sustaining some sort of energy being, who was a guardian of this entire sector.&nbsp; The energy being was charged with overseeing the evolution of the Zerg, and should they become too strong it was to appear on Char and take out a large portion of Zerg then return to the temple until it was needed again.<br><br>"Well looks like this won't be something I'll be able to bring to our side, however if I can eliminate it, Kerrigan will be very pleased."<br><br>As he continued he now found hieroglyphs detailing how the being was sustained.&nbsp; It looked s if there were three DNA stations located at three of the four corners of the temple.&nbsp; These stations contained Terran, Zerg, and Protoss DNA respectively.&nbsp; This DNA was replicated and fed into the central chamber of the temple where the energy being resided, and this DNA was it's sustenance.<br><br>"So if I can disable those three stations it should help weaken it.&nbsp; Guess those are my first target before I meet with it.&nbsp; But destroying them one at a time will most likely alert it to my intentions."<br><br>He had the perfect plan then.&nbsp; He would go to each of the stations and place an organic bomb, produced inside his own body of course, on them then he would go to the central chamber, talk with it, and when the battle started he would send a signal through the Swarm mind, detonating the bombs.<br><br>"I'll have to be quick, I'm sure it won't wait for me for long."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 05:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A short while later, the shuttle came out of warp near Mar Sara's orbit, and Pyre began the hazardous job of atmospheric re-entry.&nbsp; After safely putting the ship down near where the base was said to be in her data, she walked into the room where Shadir had been.&nbsp; "Hey, we're here. Shall we get going?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 16:23:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>A moment of irony. As he entered the ruined city through the massive broken gates, he remembered how long ago it was since he last rushed through in the opposite direction, dodging bullets and grenades exploding about him. Just further down the road, across a multitude of other buildings and debris, was the dilapidated main space port. A long time ago, this was the zone where the mass evacuation of Mar Saran civilians took place. Just below the tons of broken steel and concrete was the permanently closed main entrance into the secret research base, where he was reborn and held captive. He had no fear of being discovered by the Terrans here, for the massed amounts of radiation, desolation and high density of material in the area kept the Terrans away from the places where he rested among the buildings. Their radar and psionic powers could not function well here, for an odd reason, making it ideal for him to be able to hide and recuperate where eve he wanted. Plus, he could enter most places where Terrans could not follow.<br><br>He was never here by any order during the conflict. He was elsewhere when the invasion of Mar Sara commenced, but he recognized its look and feel from his link with the Swarm ages ago. How they rejoiced over the conquest of the world. If the Protoss had not come, it would be another planet under Zerg control, one more to the conquest of the known universe, one more to the path of eternal perfection.<br><br>Unwittingly, he sent out a psionic signal in the form of a fragment of a memory through his reminiscing. A piece of memory from the old Swarm in ages past, specifically dated down to the time of the Terran exodus from the surface. Visions both on the ground and in the air. Visions through the eyes of zerglings, hydralisks, mutalisks and other variants of Zerg strains, tearing at hapless civilians and overrunning the entire colony through massed force. Blood, flashes, gunshots, shouts, screams, sounds of intense warfare, mixed together in a surreal slideshow within the mind. At the end of the memory, from a hydralisk watching the last Terran transport leave, a brilliant flash of light. A blue beam of energy resonating from the sky, bursting downward to the ground, followed by the feeling of intense burning and numbness.<br><br>The signal burst then ended. Anyone within a 20m range could be able to see, hear and feel this memory in a garbled mess of visions due to the unknown disruptions from below ground.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 17:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The temple was indeed massive, it had taken Gonathi almost three standard hours to get to each of the DNA stations and place his organic bombs at each one.&nbsp; He of course made sure that the blast yield would only be enough to destroy the stations, not to damage the structure itself.&nbsp; After all he was sure that Kerrigan would be interested in exploring and extracting any ata she could from the building.<br><br>Finally he made his way to the central chamber which was unusually dark despite the rest of the building being completely lit.<br><br>"I have come to answer your call.&nbsp; Show yourself!"<br><br>"You are courageous indeed to want to face me.&nbsp; I am the guardian of Char, who has slain countless Zerg in order to protect the balance.&nbsp; Do you truly think you have the power to defeat me?"<br><br>"I don't care who or what you are, every being in this universe has a weakness, and for the sake of bringing some relief, however little, to My Queen I shall not fail.&nbsp; You're reign as Guardian ends today."<br><br>With that a loud booming laughter seemed to shake the very foundations of the temple.&nbsp; the chamber finally lit up, however not by means installed lights.&nbsp; The light flooded from the center of the room from the energy being itself.<br><br>(OOC: description of what it looks like here:http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/Energy_being)<br><br>"I am the energy being known as the Phoenix Creature, my power is ancient and everlasting, you will perish insignificant Zerg creature."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 21:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholai lurched over grabbing his gut as they came out of warp speed, he was never able to get used to it and he always found hismelf in a curled ball after if not throwing his dinner from last night up over the floor, he coughed and was able to keep it down this time due to the medication he was on "dammit....ill never get used to that....."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 22:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before Shadir could reply to Pyre, he fell on one knee clutching his head. Images from the Zerg conquest of Mar Sara flooded his head, and he experienced with horror the perspective of the zerg as they tore through the population. Totally taken unaware by the sudden burst of images, he was receiving, he had no choice but to watch them all.&nbsp; When all the images subsided, he cursed in Protoss. Slowly standing up, he replied, "alright, let's go. I'd rather not stay here longer than necessary."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 23:20:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pyre was also struck unexpectedly by the images flashing through her head.&nbsp; When the momentary flash dissipated, she found herself wondering how she could have been affected by the burst, despite her powers.&nbsp; <em>the only thing I can think of is that came from a hybrid, as a pure zerg couldn't do that, I'm sure.</em> "Yeah, I'd rather not stay here long myself." She punched a button on the wall and the transports' door opened, revealing a ruined city.&nbsp; She also transmitted the coordinates of their location to the Churchill, though they were a bit off, to make sure the others still had to look for them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 05:41:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gonathi tensed himself, preparing for the fight.&nbsp; He didn't want to activate the bombs just yet he wanted to wait till he wore the creature down enough that it would attempt to consume it's sustenance in order to regenerate.<br><br>The creature started out swinging at him slow enough that he could easily dodge it.&nbsp; So he continued to dodge it's attacks easily for a while until it grew tired of having its attacks dodged.<br><br>"You think you can evade me forever?&nbsp; Fine then take this!"<br><br>It pointed what appeared to be a hand staright at him and suddenly it's hand charged with energy.&nbsp; Gonathi barely had time to dodge it, and when a massive beam fired from it he still felt a good deal of heat start to cook his shoulder.&nbsp; It didn't appear to be getting tired yet, and he realized why.&nbsp; The DNA was constantly being fed into it's body leaving him just one option, it was time to ignite the bombs.<br><br>"Well I was hoping to hold off on this for a little longer but obviously you aren't tiring at all.&nbsp; Enjoy your strength while you can."<br><br>With that he sent the detonation signal, detonating the bombs and sending a decent strength vibration throughout the entire temple.<br><br>"Did you hear that, it was the DNA stations that were sustaining you.&nbsp; You are all but finished now."<br><br>The creature bellowed out a cry that nearly damaged Gonathi's ears had he not covered them as quickly as he had.&nbsp; The energy stored up within it's skin began to visibly drain out of it and then in one final mini explosion the creature winked out of existence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 20:58:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It always is rather abrupt, isn't it?" Pat remarked, still sipping on his tea as they travelled. He was absolutely unflappable in these situations, and this had lead to many officers who had served with him to look athim either in awe or trepidation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:41:53</strong>
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				Shadir stepped out of the shuttle, and onto Mar Saran soil.&nbsp; The place had an odd feel to it, like walking through a graveyard. On the one hand, it was peaceful and tranquil, but on the other, it reeked of destruction, death, and ruin. The skeletons of buildings that had once been habitable, now stood as silent monoliths to a people that had been wiped out. "Before I was turned into this, I would have thought this destruction necessary to contain the zerg. But now....I'm not so sure this is any better a fate for this world. Is it because I'm part zerg now, or is it because I now understand what it means to be hunted and hated for being what I am? Bah, these are thoughts for another time. Pyre, which way to the secret base? This place is unsafe to be in for too long, we should hurry." As he was talking, his cloak began to twitch with what he could only guess was anticipation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 04:01:45</strong>
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				he smirked softly "aye....its still the same with me everyday....." he soon leaned up and was able to recollect himself as he looked to him "...well capitan...how do we go about this?....you gonna teleport me down?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 05:38:42</strong>
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				A calm female voice suddenly crackled to life through the DSS Churchill's communications relay, "Attention approaching UED space craft. This is New St Angels space port. You have entered Kelmorian Combine space. You do not have authorization or clearance to continue. Please state your purpose or leave orbit immediately. If you do not comply, you will be fired upon."<br><br>Apparently the Combine controlled planet had a traffic security station on the surface. They had detected the battle cruiser coming out of warp and sent the warning. Since the shuttle that Shadir and Pyre arrived in was too small, they were not able to find them on sub space radar, but something as large as the Churchill was a different story.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>The monstrosity tackled the difficult terrain with ease, stepping over girders, scaffolding and debris, crunching through the ash and dirt as he made his way closer to his nearest safe haven, the irradiated processing area of a nearby waste disposal facility. As he could remember, the secret research base was not completely cut off due to his destroying their main gate in his escape. There were many hidden side entrances littered everywhere, spanning through the entire city. Under warehouses, beneath collections of buildings, well camouflaged to provide protection from any stray 'visitors' from discovering the vast underground complex.<br><br>A crunch of something organic under his massive hoof caught his attention. Lifting it up slightly to gaze upon the strange bloated object, he found that he had stepped a now flattened carcass of a zergling. The color on its carapace indicated a rogue, not surprising to be found dead in Mar Saran ruins, but the smell of fresh decay made him frown. After close inspection, he discovered the large gaping wound on its side, caused by a Terran high explosive round. Only one Terran weapon could do this kind of damage, and he detected them almost immediately.<br><br>Just down the road to what seemed like a large mound of metal with a large hanger door gaping open, four figures stood next to the hulking wreckage of a siege tank. Using his psi, he identified them as a patrol group, consisting of a pair of marines, a firebat and a ghost. He was close enough to be able to see them, hidden among the charred buildings to mask any visual of him, but the ghost seemed to be on the edge, trailing his canister rifle to scan his surroundings. He knew that the ghost could feel his presence, and he knew about the growing bout of fear within his thoughts. His buddies seemed to be nonchalant about their comrade's behaviour, smoking cigarettes and chatting amiably among themselves.<br><br>Easy targets. It seemed like a necessity to take out patrols these days as they were sprawling all over. He continued watched them, formulating a plan of assault. He was so concentrated on his hunt that he did not realize that Shadir should be able to detect his location by now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:29:38</strong>
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				"I'll handle this, Comms." Pat said, walking over and pulling on the comm unit. The traffic control officer saw Pat in her commscreen; a youngish looking man with curly brown hair and very long nose. <strong>"This is Captain Patrick Clifton, of the United Earth Directorate Battlecruiser <em>Churchill</em>, to New Saint Angels spaceport. Our intentions are to locate stranded UED personnel who were left behind in this sector when Admiral DuGalle's Expedition was driven off by the Zerg, and to observe the Terran Dominion and see if they have bellicose intentions towards the Homeworld. We have no quarrel with the Kel-Morian Combine, but be advised, we are prepared to vigourously defend ourselves if you show any hostile intent towards us."</strong><br><br><em>Let's see how they take that then,</em> he thought. The iron gauntlet hidden within a velvet glove, one of Admiral Gerard DuGalle's favoured tactics, and one Patrick had adopted from his old mentor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:31:40</strong>
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				The creature was dead now and with its death the temple became rather quiet, not to mention the lights had turned off and it seemed that all the atmosphere systems had shut down as well.&nbsp; His body quickly regrew his atmosphere mask and started the production and flow of air once again.&nbsp; It looked like he would need to figure out how to bring the systems back online before he told Kerrigan about this place, so it would be easy for her to investigate any data she could from the temple at a later time.&nbsp; He switched his vision to night vision and was quickly able to locate a computer terminal in the former energy being's chamber.&nbsp; As he came up to the terminal he could see that it was flashing a message.<br><br>"To continue please press any key."<br><br>He chuckled as a joke came to mind.&nbsp; <em>Well....which one's the any key?</em><br><br>He was able to find the power systems rather easily and started them back up again.&nbsp; The lights came back on as well as the atmosphere production systems.<br><br>"Well time to head out and figure out where I'm headed next.&nbsp; I've got the choice of either Mar Sara or Aiur.&nbsp; I don't think I'm ready to attempt to sneak into Protoss territory, so I guess the best lead to follow for now would be Mar Sara."<br><br>He called his Overlord over to the temple entrance, where it extended something akin to a proboscis that covered the door and filled with atmosphere.&nbsp; Gonathi entered the Overmind and told it the next destination.&nbsp; Before they went into warp space again he left another imprint in the Swarm Mind to let Kerrigan know of the temple, as well as his next destination.<br><br>(OOC: by the way Miles thanks for putting in the traffic control, I was just thinking about that, after all you Terrans haven't had any conflicts so far. *snicker snicker*, lol)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 10:43:48</strong>
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				(( ooc: No probs.&nbsp; :-) Just thought it might be interesting to provide a bit of a roadblock. ))<br><br>The comms officer on screen remained cool as she listened to the captain. Before she was able to speak in response, the mumble of a man's voice came from off screen, catching her attention briefly, "Please hold, Churchill. Switching channels for you to speak with the Head Supervisor."<br><br>Immediately, the screen flickered and blinked to show the face of an aged man with silvery brown hair, dressed in a dark green uniform. His features were rugged and his posture indicated that he was a man of status, somewhat of a commanding officer of sorts. "Greetings, Captain Patrick. Dennis Quad, Senior Head Supervisor of Combine mining operations on this planet. Please excuse the cautious nature of our posture towards you. We of the Combine too have no quarrel with the UED nor to the Dominion, but with all the possibilities of commercial sabotage and espionage, we have to keep our guns pointed at anything coming at us. We have had quite a few problems with those as of late...." He paused to lean forward, crossing his arms to lock with a face cold as stone, "Indulge me in answering these questions, if you will. If you convince me that you truly are not a threat to us or our interests, I will allow one shuttle to be sent down to any location you wish to investigate, inclusive of hazardous zones. To my knowledge, the majority of our registered population are privately hired employees of ours. None of them being with any UED background, rogue, separatist or otherwise. I am also not aware of that Admiral DuGalle's Expedition have ever visited this lifeless rock in the past. What makes you think you may be able to find some of your people here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 19:36:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir suddenly became aware&nbsp; an odd presence nearby.&nbsp; It definitely felt Zerg in nature, but there was a flavoring of Protoss in it. Little did he know that he was actually sensing Araq.&nbsp; "Well, looks like there is another awakened hybrid near here. Hopefully we can convince them to work with us." <em>their presences feels more Zerg than Protoss though.&nbsp; Let us hope their mind has not been lost to the swarm...</em><br>"Pyre, I'm going to go investigate this odd presence. Why don't you find an entrance into the base?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 20:37:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick glanced at Nick for a moment, weighing up his options for this situation. "What do you think, Nick?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 08:05:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pyre looked over her shoulder at Shadir. "what makes you think the hybrid isn't in the base?" She expanded her awareness, and was surprised to sense that he was outside, and nearby.&nbsp; "I guess that would be them.&nbsp; Alright. I'll head into the base to get the data.&nbsp; You can go try to recruit the other one.&nbsp; Be careful, once we've become separated, the Zerg will be able to sense you again, and vice versa." She took off at a trot toward the nearest entrance.&nbsp; <em>Now comes the test of trust.&nbsp; You could easily leave me here, stranded on this planet if you chose, Shadir.</em>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 15:37:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholai sighed and rubbed his eyes <em>i dont have time for this shit</em> he thought to himself before pressing the comm button almost forcing Patrick out of the way "Hello Head Supervisor Quad....I am Lt. Nicholai of the churchill......with all due respect sir....when you flee from battle you dont always follow the same path as the rest of your units....see the battles we were in....well they were ruthless ones, we lost alot of people, good people, and all we ask is to investigate, i personally will lead the search party....and i wont be more then 1 day...." he somewhat backed out so Pat could take the comm over again<br><br>Nikki thought to himself before calling out to Pyre <em>"hey.....where are you?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 21:08:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Got up from where he'd been pushed to the floor, and resettled his glasses and officer's cap back into place. "You didn't need to push so hard, you know." he muttered to Nick, before coming back intoview on the commscreen. "Sorry about that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 18:02:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dennis Quad seemed to watch Nicholai and Patrick switch places momentarily, as if sizing them up through the comms screen. His eyes were sharp and some would even say seem to glint with an eerie glare through his irises. He spoke seriously, "Nothing to worry about, Captain. Of course, wars are never pretty in any manner or form. My people sometimes find themselves in the line of fire, and we do understand that such conflict is normally shadowed by the chaos of aftermath. Manpower, finance, morale. Everything tends to scatter everywhere, yes?" He paused to nod his head slightly, "I understand your enthusiasm to look for your people, Lt. Nicholai. Any sound minded man would be, and I can tell that the both of you sound like sound minded men. Conmen or heroes, I do not know, but I have a hunch...." He paused again to relax, leaning back into his chair, suddenly calm all of a sudden. "Very well. In the spirit between human beings, I suppose I should allow you a day on the surface of our planet to conduct your search. One shuttle with as many escorts as you wish. One day until the strike of midnight tomorrow. However, be warned. The Badlands is now wilder than what it once was. Your movements will be monitored, but we cannot ensure your complete safety. Rogue Zerg, pirates, bandits and dangerous creatures roam these parts." He gave them a wide creepy smile, "Have a good day now, and good luck."<br><br>The comms screen switched back to the lady from before, who settled back into her seat after adjusting something on her console, "Churchill, Head Supervisor Quad has given me your clearence. You are clear to land one shuttle on any area of your choice. As a precautionaty measure of security, your shuttle will be escorted to your destination until landing by one of our Wraith squadrons. Should you arrive in any populated area, the local militia will be warned of your presence. Please refrain from causing any trouble and good luck on your search rescue. New St Angels out."<br><br>Elsewhere off screen, the supervisor stared at the blank screen. Standing up from his chair, he approached his nearest officer and stood by him. "Sergeant, I want to know what they are <em>really</em> after. Send Beta squads to track them. Make sure they do not leave the planet until I know what they are looking for...."<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>"Dang, this piece of crap tastes like shizz."<br>"You high on stims, Bozo? This stuff is whack!"<br>"I dunno, Carl. A little different from the cigs I smoke at home."<br>The firebat called Bozo looked at the Ghost standing some distance from them, "Hey, Cash! Quite swingin that rifle and chill, man!"<br>The Ghost turned to face them, "Dammit, guys.... I told you I feel something. Something aint right!"<br>"Yeah? You see dead people now, bub?"<br><br>The whole squad laughed loudly, all except the Ghost. The joke between mercenary guards was common. Not a lot of people on the hired force trusted what Ghosts could do. Mix and match a few of the wrong types together and nothing gets done. The hearty moment suddenly died out instantly when the entire group jumped to the sound of creaking metal. Everyone fell into alert combat positions, weapons raised and fingers on the triggers. Everyone fell silent. Lit cigarettes fell onto the dirt. Eyes flew outwards and upwards as each soldier scanned their surroundings. They counted on another rogue zergling to appear for them to roast. They counted on more serious excitement than the patrol duties that they were tasked to each day.... but none of them counted on spotting the wreckage of a rusty Vulture flying towards thier direction.<br><br>"Hit the deck!"<br><br>The cluster of men scattered in several directions, but Bozo was too slow. The heavy suited man was hit full on. His armor could not hold, and he was crushed under the weight of the ruined vehicle, sent sprawling down the road like a ragdoll. The other men had dropped prone on their bellies in their rush to avoid the broken steel. The first man to painfully look up shouted.<br><br>"Zerg!"<br><br>The massive Ultralisk barreled in and the Ghost standing closest to it let out a cry before he disappeared under the monster's hoof in a spray of red, grey and brown. In a quick rapid motion, one of its kaiser blades ripped forward, tearing at the downed marines with merciless fervour. Carl's remaining comrade was cut down where he kneeled, trying to get up to reach for his gauss rifle. Covered in a mess, the remaining mercanary was able to stand up, cursing under his breath and staggering around to keep his distance. Cocking his rifle, he was finally able to open fire, bursting high velocity rounds into his target. To his horror, the bullets seemed to bounce and dance around its armor. When his clip ran out, he struggled to reload, his attention so concentrated in getting his new mag in that he did not notice the deadly blades slash straight for his chest.<br><br>After the last man laid dead, the Ultralisk stood over his handiwork in triumph. A successful ambush. No survivors. They would not be missed any time soon. This was a particularly desolate part of the city.<br><br>(( ooc: I hate being sick. Have a flu and I cant type well. Sorry for the delay, guys. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 20:12:04</strong>
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				"Thank you St. Angels." Pat said, before turning to Rheinhart. "Nick, take a squad of Marines down with you, we'll co-ordinate things with you from up here. In case things get ugly, yell. We'll come in to give fire support."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 23:02:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nikki smirked then nodded as he turned and pointed to one of the comanding officers "have your men ready in 15 minuets!" he took off down the hall but before he did he turned to Pat "hey.....thats how you get shit done...." he smirked and turned heading to his room.&nbsp; it took him meer seconds to gather his gear, most of the men geared up at the barracks bay, however he geaered up in his room, his suit was different then many ghost.&nbsp; This was known to many aboard the Churchill that Nikki's powers came late and different, his cloaking abilities were differnet then other ghosts, and his abilities much the same.&nbsp; Also his suit enhanced many of his abilities otherwise normal to him.&nbsp; Nicholai was known for matter manipulation however he could only do it if the matter was present, thats why he created his Ghost Suit. In the palms of his suit were what he called <em>"Sparkers"</em> these sparkers enduced electrical elements for him to manipulate as well as gave him his favorite element.....fire.&nbsp; This is why sometimes in the field Nikki was known as the Fire Ghost.&nbsp; He took off after slipping into the uniform and stood at the docking bay waiting for the other men.&nbsp; As they arrived he nodded to them "good men....your alittle late....so lets hurry up!" he slid his helmet on switching its power on as they boarded the ship.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 20:06:07</strong>
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				A few hours later an Overlord appeared within sensor range inside the Mar Sara system.&nbsp; Inside Gonathi prepared for landing, he knew that the Overlord would probably be intercepted by any forces in the area so he had to prepare for a jettison landing.&nbsp; He gave the Overlord instructions to attempt to land on the planet's surface, and if it was intercepted before that to jettison him towards the planet's surface.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 22:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir deftly moved amongst the wreckage of the city, with an ease that he couldn't quite recall having before waking up from the stasis tank. Blocked off roads, rubble strewn streets, land mines, dead creatures, nothing slowed him down in the slightest.&nbsp; As he climbed over the scored shell of what seemed to be a siege tank, he heard screams and rapid firing weapons.&nbsp; He activated his cloaking ability, and pressed forward.&nbsp; The sounds of gunfire had ended by the time he reached a mostly intact building. Pressing up against it, he peered around the corner, to find the biggest ultralisk he'd even seen.&nbsp; He silently swore to himself at seeing the massive creature.&nbsp; It was then that he noticed it was giving off the feel of a hybrid that he'd felt before.&nbsp; <em>You've got to be kidding me. What were those terrans thinking, merging one of my kind with a monster like that?</em> Still cloaked, he stepped away from his cover.&nbsp; "So, I see you've been having fun with some of the locals. "<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 22:46:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(ooc: sorry for not posting sooner, I got terribly busy last night with work and household chores.)<br>Pyre replied to Lai's question by telepathically sending him some coordinates nearby.&nbsp; <em>That should help you find me.&nbsp; I'm investigating a base here, in which experiments creating a hybrid of zerg and protoss were conducted. There are bases all over the sector just like it. If you want to know why I'm investigating them though, you'll have to find me first.</em><br>She moved slowly through the ruins, alert to her surroundings. Off in the distance, she heard gunfire. <em>be careful out there Shadir. We'll fail our mission if you die.</em>&nbsp; <br>(OOC: oops, looks like I made an indirect reference to Starcraft in a starcraft rp...)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 02:38:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"pyre....just be careful.....there are so many thing you and i have to talk about..."</em>&nbsp; he called out to her with his thoughts<br><br>"Pat....we're ready when you are!" he shouted into the the mic of his helmet, as he sat down in the small seat of the transport ship, he told Pat the cordinates the pyre gave him and buckeled himself in "...men be ready and be alert....we're in for a bumpy ride"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 03:25:31</strong>
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				"Shuttle One, this is <em>Churchill</em> Control, you are cleared for departure. Good hunting out there." Pat said, before sitting down in his seat and drinking his tea again. "Keep your eyes open, Thompson." He added after a moment's thought as he looked at Sensor Control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 06:38:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"the shuttle began to pull away when nikki called to Pat "....why does he have to keep his eyes open...?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 07:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost within minutes of the last transmission with the Churchill, the emegancy address frequency suddenly kicked up. It was being trasmitted to all ships within Mar Saran orbit. "All ships. This is New St Angels. An organic based anomaly has just entered our radar range. Sector 3-7. Mark UZ-1. Possibly Zerg incursion. Please be advised and on alert. Talon Wing, respond to investigate."<br><br>Out in the vacuum of space, two full wings of Wraiths, each painted in the colors of the Combine, approached the Churchill to perform thier escort duty. One wing broke off to hurtle full speed towards the speck in the distance, the Overlord that Gonathi was in. The four fighter craft were fully armed, loaded with high explosive missiles and their lasers hot. They were well on the alert after they confirmed their target with visual confirmation and moved to engage.<br><br>The remaining Wraith wing contacted the shuttle, "Churchill shuttle. This is Junon Wing commander. We have you on our scope and taking escort positions. Be advised that a Zerg transport has been spotted in the area. Over."<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>As soon as Shadir appeared, the Ultralisk became fully aware of his presence. He had not been able to detect him earlier because of his proximity to Pyre, but he did not know that, and it troubled him gravely. Nonetheless, he was on the defensive, roaring loudly, rearing up and locking his hooves after turning sharply to face him by the building. All four kaiser blades raised and stretched, ready to attack or defend himself at any moment, and the red glow in his eyes intensified into a hateful fiery light upon the first sight of the Protoss looking newcomer. He kept his distance, making sure he had lots of room to charge if battle is to ensue. He held for at least a few moments, appearing as menacing and intimidating as he naturally was, glaring at him intensely.<br><br>"It matters not to a Protoss such as you, Dark Templar!" He snarled telepathically, clearly very aggressive, "To what end do you serve to appear here now, assassin? If it is to die, then I shall gladly oblige with that foolhardy request!"<br><br>To Shadir, the feel of this particular Ultralisk is indeed unnatural, as if it had lived for many ages and survived many battles. A particular tinge in the telepathic link he opened with him would also indicate something out of the ordinary. This monster was once something much greater in the past.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 16:19:39</strong>
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				<em>Just as I thought, well I could attempt to talk with them, let's see how well that works.</em>&nbsp; He wouldn't change his orders to the Overlord, just send a transmission to them.<br><br>"Approaching Wraith Squadron.&nbsp; The Swarm means you no harm.&nbsp; I ask for safe passage to the surface."<br><br>Whether or not they accepted his request, by the time they answered he would be launching towards the planets surface, so it would make little difference if they "let" him land or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 20:14:46</strong>
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				"That's why, Nick." Pat radioed back, dry humour evident in his voice. "Thompson, watch that beast like a hawk. If it does <em>anything</em> you don't like, plug the data through to Tactical."<br><br>"Aye aye, sir!"<br><br>"Guns, get me a targeting solution on that Overlord. If that monster drops anything on anyone, slag it."<br><br>"Copy, sir!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 22:43:57</strong>
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				Shadir, despite his best attempts, found himself quite intimidated by Araq. "In truth, it matters not to me what you do to these fools.&nbsp; I came here seeking a hybrid like myself, and here I find you.&nbsp; You have the feeling of an ultralisk, but I detect a subtle amount of protoss in you. Judging by what I sense from your telepathic link, you were once a....now that is a surprise." He slowly unfurled his wings, so as to not appear confrontational. The last thing he needed was to piss off the creature in front of him any further.&nbsp; "As you can plainly see, I am no longer a mere dark templar. The Terrans turned me into this, and they were planning on using me as a tool. The Zerg have also contacted me, and wished for me to join them. I have no doubts that they'd use me as a tool, just like the Terrans.&nbsp; I also do not doubt that my former comrades, the Protoss, wouldn't hesitate to destroy me.&nbsp; And not just me, this is the fate of any hybrid like myself. I don't know about you, but I am not willing to be used by anyone.&nbsp; So I come to you with an offer of freedom. If you stay here, fighting the Terrans, eventually they will either capture you, or kill you, and if not the Terrans, the Zerg will.&nbsp; Strong as you are, you can not fight forever.&nbsp; Eventually, you will lose.&nbsp; I've decided that I can not allow the other hybrids to fall into the hands of any of the other races so I'm gathering as many as I can to my cause.&nbsp; Will you join me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 17:51:14</strong>
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				The Wraith pilots did not respond to Gonathi. They had no inclination to negotiate, as the company policy was absolute. 'No Zerg was to be allowed near the colony'. 'All off world Zerg forces are immediately to be designated hostile and must be eliminated on sight'. As soon as the fighter crafts were within maximum range, they began their missile run. Each craft launched a pair of high explosive warheads from their tri wings, locked straight for the Overlord.<br><br><strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>From ages past, Shadir would recognize the identity of the Ultralisk as none other than a Cerebrate, one of the late Overmind's lieutenants. Araq was his name, from the memories of the late Overmind when the Dark Templar slew the Zerg leader, and he was the once feared leader of the hellishly brutal Jormungand Brood. How he appeared to be in this form was unknown, but the fact remained that he was very likely to be one of the few surviving Cerebrates that lived beyond the Brood Wars, possibly the only one left that was not under Kerrigan's control.<br><br>The massive monstrosity trudged closer to Shadir, stepping over the ruined bodies of the Terrans he had just slain. He continued on, blades still raised and his form poised, until his head was right up to the hybrid's face. For a moment, he glared and snarled at him from close quarters. The glow in his eyes indicated a deep hatred and hostility, not one of let his guard down just because this new presence of a being was in his company. However, deep within, a growing sense of intrigue inched its way into his mind. The obvious traces of Zerg on Shadir, both within and throughout, had piqued his interest, enough to fight off the twitching urge to crush this creature where it stood with all four of his blades.<br><br>"I have survived on this accursed rock for many years. I have killed many, but what you say is true. I cannot stay on this planet any longer than I already have." He growled audibly, "Still, why should I trust a being such as you? You may carry the scent and the half body of Zerg, but what I still see in your other half is the detestable form of my arch enemy, the Protoss. For all I know, tricks may be abound, as all of your so called 'former' kind are capable of."<br><br>He hated the very sight of Protoss till the point of outright discrimination beyond resentment. That was how deep his emotions were, shared along with a numerable number of Cerebrates when they still breathed. The greatest cause and early beginnings reached into a long memory ago, when Tassadar decieved Kerrigan into letting down their guard, and Zeratul slaying Zasz from the shadows on Char. He was not about to repeat this same mistake and had kept himself wary ever since.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 21:57:37</strong>
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				Luckily Gonathi's ploy had worked.&nbsp; By telling the Wraiths that he had come in peace they gave into their pure hatred of Zerg so that they only saw the Overlord, and not the small relatively slow projectile that had slipped out of the ventral sac on an atmospheric entry path.&nbsp; By the time the missiles hit and annihalated the Overlord Gonathi was already leaving a fiery streak in the atmosphere on target for the outskirts of the old base where Araq and Shadir now stared each other down.<br><br>Sudenly the two staring each other down heard a small sonic boom, and if they looked up they could see a trail of fire headed for the outslorts of the ruined base.&nbsp; Several seconds later Gonathi made touchdown creating a rather large crater.&nbsp; He stood up after getting out of the atmospheric entry pod, bowing his head for a moment to honor the Overlord.&nbsp; Then as his body reverted to it's normal state he glanced over at the ruins of the base, catching a small glimpse of something Zerg-like, although he could only see a small part of it.<br><br>"Well I'm getting more and more used to landings like that, I'll have to apologize to Kerrigan when I return.&nbsp; She won't be happy about that Overlord being killed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 04:45:18</strong>
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				Shadir stood his ground despite the close proximity to Araq and his menacing blades.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I could say the same thing about you.&nbsp; Though I sense some Protoss in you, your form is that of the Zerg. Not only that, you were a former cerebrate.&nbsp; What guarantee do I have that you don't serve Kerrigan and her ilk, or that I won't find one of your kaiser blades in my back the instant I let my guard down?"<br>In an instant, he heard the sonic boom and accompanying crash as Gonathi cratered onto the surface of Mar Sara.&nbsp; "and that, would most likely be company." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 05:04:53</strong>
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				(OOC: sorry for not posting last night, Saiko and I went out and didn't get back until real late. at least with the road closed, I have an excuse to stay longer at his place :) )<br><em>That we do, Lai. That we do. Don't worry about me, I know how to take care of myself.</em><br>Pyre slowly crept up on one of the entrances she'd pinpointed.&nbsp; It was guarded by several Terrans, though she doubted they were in any way related to the base itself.&nbsp; Judging by their uniforms, they were from the Kel Morian Combine, and they were guarding what looked to be a supply area.&nbsp; With a blink of her eyes, her suit engaged its cloaking technology.&nbsp; As she surveyed the area, she noticed some barrels near the supplies that were marked with "HIGHLY VOLATILE" signs.&nbsp; Picking up a piece of rubble, she focused her Psionic powers on it, and aimed carefully.&nbsp; With a surge of power, she sent the rubble flying right into the barrels. A loud explosion and a bright flash of light marked the beginnings of a nasty fire amidst the supplies. As the guards all moved to put it out, she silently slipped by, unnoticed, and opened the partially concealed hatch. <br><br>She dropped down into a deserted hallway.&nbsp; No alarm klaxons blared, to indicate anything was wrong, but she picked up on a general feeling of unease. Her distraction had obviously grabbed the attention of the bases personnel.&nbsp; She quickly ducked behind a corner as she heard armored boots running down the hall.&nbsp; As luck would have it, the boots belonged to an officer.&nbsp; As he rounded the corner, the butt of Pyre's C-10 became rather acquainted with the back of his skull. It wouldn't be enough to kill him, but he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.&nbsp; With effort, she pulled him off into a custodial closet, and relieved him of his pass key. Then, a small orifice in her hand opened, producing what looked to be a seed.&nbsp; Calmly, with purpose, she installed the seed into the mans head wound.&nbsp; By the time he woke up, his head would be healed, but he would be following a new set of orders.&nbsp; "Rest up my little sleeper, you have quite the mission ahead of you," Pyre murmured darkly.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 13:56:43</strong>
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				<strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, ruined capital city<br><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br><br>Araq let out a low growl as he glared at Shadir, "Hmm, Kerrigan...." He spoke that name as if in contemplation. It was clear the name brought him much disturbance. Before he could answer back, the explosion and a sudden screaming in his mind caused him to look out into the direction of the crash. It was a feeling that he had not felt in many years since his escape.<br><br>The new Swarm was near, and the feel of Kerrigan's taint was all over it. One of her agents must have landed. No other being would have that sort of feel. If the Terrans here were well informed with sharp eyes and ears, they should have detected that from some distance away with their computers and machinery. Soon, some might approach to investigate, if the ones who were already here did not respond first. It was about to become a very disappointing chaotic day.<br><br>Before he could do anything, he needed to decide what to do with this hybrid before him. Killing him was a temptation, but it seemed more fit to leave him alive, at least for now. His disposition and proposition had struck his interest, his goals partially coinciding with what he offered. Besides, he did not seem likely to tell any Terrans of his presence here. He backed away from Shadir, never once taking his eyes off of him.<br><br>"There are no gaurantees that the both of us would be at each other throats in the days to come, hybrid. The reasons for I to have the DNA of your kind in my veins is my own and of my own making." He snarled as he began to circle Shadir slowly, keeping a few meters distance from him at all times. "We cannot trust each other. That is easily said, and for that I cannot answer to your offer. Not immediately.... Not until I trust you, which may never happen...." After a full revolution, he loudly hopped onto a mountain of scrap metal. "If I were you, it would be best to hide in the ruins until the Terrans pass. Should they find you out here, there will be more blood to spill."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:12:45</strong>
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				Gonathi watched as a massive Ultralisk with an oddly familiar presence ran off into the distance.<br><br>"Well I'm willing to guess that was the Hybrid of this planet, well I won't be finding him anytime soon.&nbsp; Looks like I'm gonna need a ride from&nbsp; the other Hybrid and his lackey."<br><br>He walked over towards the base and was able to find Shadir staring off in the direction that the massive Ultralisk had run off in.&nbsp; He came up next to Shadir and very non-chalantly said, "So what's his problem?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:43:15</strong>
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				As Araq was leaving, Shadir replied, "very well then.&nbsp; Should you figure out a way I can earn your trust, I assume you'll let me know.&nbsp; &nbsp;Until then, I shall work on my other mission here."<br><br>Just then, Gonathi approached from behind. "<em>So, what's his problem?</em>"<br>Shadir slowly turned to Gonathi. "most likely, your arrival here has brought unneeded attention to this place. It would be wise to avoid a fight, so he left.&nbsp; I shall follow his example, and suggest you do the same.&nbsp; Though skilled in combat, I lack the resources or man power to take on too many foes at once."<br>Silently he cursed.&nbsp; His cloaking ability seemed useless now. Not only Araq, but now Gonathi could see him while using it.&nbsp; <em>Makes sense though. They're both Zerg, they can probably sense where I am. Curse my new form.</em> With a surge of power from his legs, he leapt onto the second floor of one of the ruined buildings, and continued on his way. <em>now to find a way into that base.</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 05:55:53</strong>
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				"Hey, hey, wait up," he called after Shadir while doig his best to keep up with him, "I know you don't like me but my mode of transportation was destroyed while I was entering the atmosphere.&nbsp; I need to find another transport and the easiest way would be to grab a ride with you guys."<br><br><em>I sure hope he let's me tag along, otherwise it's going to be difficult to get off this planet.&nbsp; Hmm perhaps I could find that Ultralisk and see what he knows.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 07:42:21</strong>
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				"Hmmm. Well, having you along for the base infiltration may not be such a bad idea, though I dislike the idea of carrying you with us once we leave. If we find a method of transportation within the base, I'll help you commandeer it, otherwise, we'll transport you to a place where you can get your own transportation. Besides, I'm sure this base has more information on the hybrids, so once again our goals coincide, so I guess I can let you tag along for now."&nbsp; <em>despite how much I do not like this idea,</em> he thought to himself.<br>They had come to a sizeable hole in the opposite wall, which overlooked one of the entrances.&nbsp; The entrance would normally have been concealed from prying eyes, but from their vantage point, it had become easily visible.&nbsp; Standing guard at the entrance were two goliaths, though whether they were currently manned, Shadir couldn't tell.&nbsp; "well then, shall we crash their party, as the Terrans would say?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 17:42:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Allow me to kick off the party poppers."<br><br>His wings which normally stayed around his legs rose up over his shoulders and around his torso and waist.&nbsp; Some spines came out of the end of each wing while Gonathi toom aim, aiming three spines on each side at three different points on each Goliath.&nbsp; Once he was all aimed, he fired with each spine hitting it's mark, one through each canopy, another through the leg joints, and another into the power core of each Goliath.<br><br>"Well way's clear, shall we?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 23:13:44</strong>
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				OOC: sorry guys ive been out for a little let me read and ill post soon enough, i am here)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 00:57:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: No problem whenever you can is fine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 11:02:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: aww, my epic post didn't submit before I lost my internet connection. Now I know why Saiko complains of network outages! I'll repost this later today, it's late and time for bed.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 18:21:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(( OOC: A little stumped over what to post next with my character. If cmpuncle allows me to, I could play around with some NPCs around the base a little to make things a bit interesting, until Chreesafer and Major Major posts. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 18:47:12</strong>
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				((OOC:&nbsp; go ahead I really don't have too much planned for specifics, just overall direction.&nbsp; I've been getting annoyed with my mom's network this week, it likes to randomly cut out and then back in all throughout the day, and then lately it's been completely cutting out a couple times a day.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 18:52:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pat restlessly&nbsp; prowled around the bridge of the <em>Churchill</em>, studying the maps and gazing out the viewports. He'd been on tenterhooks ever since that Overlord had shown up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 21:06:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door to the lab slid open with an audible hiss.&nbsp; The scene that lied beyond shocked Pyre, even though she had sensed the presence within.&nbsp; Most of the lighting in the room had been severely damaged or destroyed, and several lab technicians lay dead on the ground, either slashed to death or impaled by something.&nbsp; Some even had severe burns.&nbsp; Deeper within the lab, the only illumination came from a sparking apparatus of some sort, and a single lit computer.&nbsp; Pyre knew that in that small terminal, her objective waited.&nbsp; It was common knowledge now that Kerrigan had found a way to break her conditioning, and it had only been a matter of time before Pyre had discovered where the files on her own conditioning lay.&nbsp; Strangely, she had no idea how Duran's men had been able to take the data and secure it in one of their bases, but that didn't matter now.&nbsp; Finding the locations of the other hybrids, that would of course be her next objective, but this was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.<br><br>As she stepped into the darkened lab, the door slammed shut behind her, cutting off the illumination from the corridor, engulfing her in pitch darkness. She knew that she'd have to override the doors controls from the terminal at the far end of the room, because the panel on this side of the door had a spine sticking through it. Elsewhere within the darkness, a creature stirred, and began to approach her stealthily. To compensate for the darkness, Pyre began stimulating the bio-luminescent cells in her hair, to provide some blue light around her.&nbsp; However, she was too late to see the scythe like arm cutting through the darkness...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 21:17:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess that takes care of the guards. We should head in before anyone comes to investigate."<br>Shadir leapt from the window onto the top of a rubble pile then navigated the devastation to the entrance of the base.&nbsp; The airlock doors in front of him would normally have provided a challenge, but not for one such as himself. Several deft slashes with his warp blade, and the doors fell inward into the base.&nbsp; "Let us go."<br>(OOC: I'll let you come up with some enemies for me Miles, since Cmpuncle says you could. gives Shadir something to fight. Also, maybe one of us could have something confront the Churchill or something. As Cmpuncle is aware, I could easily come up with another character and throw them in the mix. In fact, I think I'll do that.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 05:17:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gonathi followed Shadir as they made their way into the base.&nbsp; As they walked he wondered what had transpired between Shadir and the Ultralisk, and why it had had such a familiar and slightly unwanted feel to it, as if it were something from the past, in any case it didn't seem to be a Hybrid created by Duran.&nbsp; Which meant that the data from the base he had found Shadir in had only been info about creatures that had ben classified as hybrids but were not part of "The Hybrids."&nbsp; Duran certainly had covered his tracks well.&nbsp; Thiw made him wonder might await him on Aiur if the pattern in the data remained true.<br><br>"So any clues as to how that Ultralisk came about, and why his data showed up classified as a Hybrid?&nbsp; I mean I can clearly tell that Duran had no hand in it's making, as he did with your creation."<br><br>Another thing that had irked him is that he hadn't been able to see that Ultralisk in the Swarm Mind, which had to mean that there was something Protoss within it, although from the distance he had seen the creature from he hadn't seen anything that looked Protoss.&nbsp; Perhaps someday he would get a better look at that creature.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 07:23:18</strong>
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				Searing pain was all that Pyre was aware of as the creatures scythe slashed her chest, leaving a deep gash that went from her shoulder to the lower portion of her right arm.&nbsp; Out of pure reflex, she jumped back and dodged the next attack which would have split her in two.&nbsp; &nbsp;A near-animal like mindset came to the forefront of her attention.&nbsp; Before her stood an enemy, an enemy which had wounder her, and intended to kill her.&nbsp; Illuminated by her bio-luminescent hair, she could see that it had once been a hydralisk, though it now was made more monstrous by various cybernetic enhancements, including a small flamethrower.&nbsp; Out of instinct, she rolled behind a lab counter as the creature spat out several spines, each embedding into the floor plating.&nbsp; Somewhere along the way, she'd lost her C-10, most likely when the hhydralisk had slashed her.&nbsp; She was far from disarmed though.&nbsp; Becoming an infested terran had some advantages, chief among them, natural weapons.&nbsp; With a little concentration, a hard, bone-like protrusion jutted out of her left arm.&nbsp; Moments later, it burst forth to become a blade like appendage, with green fluid dripping off the tip.&nbsp; She listened carefully as she stopped the process creating the bio-luminescence.&nbsp; The creature moved to attack from behind, so she stabbed out with the blade. The sensation of her blade entering the creatures carapace was quickly over-shadowed by the sound of rushing air.&nbsp; She barely had a moment to jump over the counter as purplish flames erupted from the cybernetic beasts armaments.&nbsp; The battle was over though, because she knew nothing could withstand her venom for more than a minute.&nbsp; The creature was already wheezing loudly. It was about to meet its fate. After a minute had passed, the room was now silent, save for the sound of popping electricity coming from some of the equipment in the room.&nbsp; With effort, she was able to bring the bone-blade back into her arm, where it belonged. <em>Lai....I may have screwed up, </em> she thought as she trudged over to the terminal.&nbsp; <br>(OOC: sorry I haven't been on in a while, I've been so busy with everything.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 17:19:09</strong>
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				"Alright! All squads! Saddle up! We're moving out!"<br><br>A teal green painted marine seated himself on his makeshift chair on the front plating of the siege tank. The number of bundles and sandbags he and several of his men put together were not comfy, neither were they meant to absorb the shock of a bumpy ride, but it allowed the tank to carry 4 more passengers. 4 more sets of guns. 4 more poor souls to put to good use rather than letting them rot on base guard duty. Together with the 12 others in separate armored ground transports, the twin cannons of the siege tank and 3 pairs of autocannons on 3 brand new Goliaths, they were ready for a fight. A big one at that.<br><br>A feminine mechanical voice called out on the PA system. "Beta Squad 2. You are clear. Register number 3-1-3-4. Proceed."<br>The marine banged on the turret of his ride with the flat of his armored palm, and radioed the tank interior, "Roll em, Turkey. Get this bucket of bolts to the objective. We got an unidentified to fry."<br>"Affirmative, Sarge."<br><br>The sudden lurch of the metal frame caused all 4 of the additional passengers on board to brace themselves on the ridged plating, hanging onto whatever they could get thier hands on as the tank cleared the bulkhead doors. Into the Badlands they rode, leaving a dust trail behind and the safety of New St Angels like a flotilla of ships leaving port. Behind them followed the rumbling of their escorts, on tracks and large bipedal feet, keeping a close distance to the tank, providing support in travel positions. They reformed thier formation into a line, with the 3 Goliaths taking flanks, and all moved full speed towards their query: the ruined capital city of Mar Sara.<br><br>The sergeant ran through a train of thought as the world rocked and shuddered around him. It was too much of a response to an unidentified landing. Normally, standard procedure would be to follow up with Vulture patrols to assess the situation. Normally, any unidentified tended to be rogue meteors or space debris. With all the things happening with the terraforming and debris field demolition, it wasnt surprising that things start falling from the sky with the slightest change in atmosphere and the smallest demolition charge. This time around though, the top dogs immediately brought out the heavy muscle like it was some sort of invasion. All they told him to do was to 'deal with it'. The typical evil corporation way of doing things that meant 'kill everything you find'. They made no mention of what he would be up against. Just gave him troops to command and 'deal with it'.<br><br>Troops and that creepy woman that sat next to him like a statue, never moving an inch or uttering a single word. She was clothed in a gunmetal black outfit that very much resembled a cross between a civilian and Ghost bodysuit. Not a single glimpse of flesh on her, covered from head to toe, with a helmet that he had never seen as standard military issue. Black market issue maybe. The special kind. The kind that big money can buy without flashing even a name on any credentials or bank accounts. Definately not for show, from the looks of the gear, and he was not prepared to find out what those gizmos did. That was without even looking at the modified C-10 that was slung around her slender shoulders. That thing looked like it fired more than just standard ammunition.<br><br>Just what was the Combine hiding now? Them money grabber types never make it easy on them.<br><br><div align="center">--------------------------</div><br>No alarm went off when Shadir removed the airlock doors. There was only a still silence, a stale sense of motionless dread. Besides the area where Pyre was, the corridor that Shadir and Gonathi were in was relatively deserted. It appeared as if that section of the base was left that way for a reason, as if someone <em>wanted </em> intruders to enter. In all sense of direction, there were no signs of life or a fight, only strangely active pieces of machinery, dust and some overturned pieces of non electrical equipment. Some doors were even left jammed open, whole sections left exposed for anyone to freely walk in and around without obstruction.... until a dull click and a rapid whirr of servoes echoed at the junction far ahead of the duo. The wall section spun and slid open, revealing a launcher array of low yield anti-personal missiles attached to an electrical conduit. 8 missiles in all.<br><br>Even if the alarm did not sound, someone had set the automatic defence systems to red alert. The missile array let loose a pair of payloads towards them, hurtling at full speed, spinning through the air. They did not seem to be heat seeking, but the moment the first two missiles fired, another two seemed to be prepared to fire, as air and dust blasted out of its ventilation ducts. A deadly barrage of explosives at long range.<br><br><div align="center">--------------------------</div><br>Out in orbit, the Wraith squadron that attacked the Overlord circled, before they suddenly veered downwards to enter the atmosphere of the planet.&nbsp; The other escorted the Churchill's shuttle down to the surface, whereever they may be landing. Elsewhere, however, a Combine science vessel in the distance was present during the whole scene. Whatever it was doing, it did not seem to be moving anywhere, a long distance away from the Churchill but close enough to them to only be slightly visible. For those who know their history, its exact location was where the old Mar Saran Jacobs science insallation was destroyed, right in the middle of its debris field. On the opposite side of the Churchill came several cargo freighters impulsing their way towards a far away mooring platform, all of which registered as civilian merchant craft. It seemed that the Combine were making a lot of business here. Who knows what kind of things were going on and off planetside....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 00:24:38</strong>
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				On board the <em>Churchill</em>, Pat was prowling like a caged tiger, on edge and waiting for something to occur. The tension on the Battlecruiser's bridge was palpable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 04:21:51</strong>
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				As they entered the installation Gonathis's entire body prickled with a sense of impending danger, nothing he couldn't handle by the low magnitude of the prickle, but danger nonetheless.<br><br>"Something doesn't feel right here.&nbsp; There's no defense forces, except for that Goliath outside."<br><br>Suddenly the wall ahead of them opened up to reveal the auto-defense missile launcher.&nbsp; Gonathi wasn't sure if Shadir had noticed the launcher and at this point he knew Shadir would never decide to help Kerrigan so it would simplify things if he died.&nbsp; However at this point in time he could not allow him to be killed, after all if he died Gonathi would lose his ride off this blasted planet.&nbsp; So Gonathi dove on top of Shadir knocking him to the ground and out of the way of the missiles, at the same time his body attempted to harden itself and change it's composition since Gonathi would still be hit by one of the missiles.<br><br>His back side was unable to fully change it's composition in time.&nbsp; The missile hit him square in the back and a decent size of his flesh was instantly vaporized.&nbsp; He was able to pull himself and Shadir behind the safety of a wall in time for his regenerative capabilities to kick in.<br><br>"Are you all right, Hybrid?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 10:06:03</strong>
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				Shadir was greatful for Gonathi's assistance, if only grudgingly.&nbsp; "I am fine, thank you. " Though caught off guard by Gonathi's help, he kept his guard up.&nbsp; "One things for sure, we have to be careful in this installation. Allow me to deal with the turrets."<br>Edging closer to the wall they now were using as cover, he slid up to the hallway. With a burst of adrenaline, he moved out into the open, and spit some acid at the missle turrets, then dove again for cover.&nbsp; Though lacking the range of a zerg guardian, he could still launch acid at targets from a considerable distance.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:08:35</strong>
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				(OOC: so sorry everyone. My PS3 wasn't letting me get online anymore, so I had to find an alternative solution. Hopefully I'll be able to post more often)<br><br>With careful determination, Pyre accessed the computer console.&nbsp; Most of the files looked intact, including the files regarding her conditioning.&nbsp; She connected her datapad and started the download. It wouldn't take long for the download to complete, so she turned her attention to the nasty wound she had received. Her wounds couldn't heal as fast as most zerg, so she'd just have to wait it out. She began searching for her C-10, which would be indispensible soon enough. Just in case something else waited for her nearby, she turned on her cloaking as well.&nbsp; It wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 07:08:04</strong>
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				The missile array stood no chance. Shadir's acid caught it full on the front side of its launchers and quickly ate away at metal and plaster, sizzling and melting into a large faintly circular hole in the wall, caustic fluids and putrid smells escaping. There seemed to be nothing left of it save for an unarmed missile that had fallen out of a launcher, which even then took acid damage to its warhead and tail, rendering it useless. The threat had been successfully neautralized but it showed that the corridors in this part of the base was very dangerous. Other hidden arrays could be all over the place, ranging from flamethrowers, autocannons and other missile armaments.<br><br>The mechanical voice of the PA system suddenly blared loudly, "Alert. Base central database compromised. Activating all automated defense systems. Defense personal report to all available security stations."<br><br>One would expect the alarm klaxons to go off right about now, but the loudspeakers kept a dead silence, adding to the tension that filled the air.<br><br><div align="center">----------------------</div><br>"Battlecruiser Churchill. This is New St Angel's spaceport. Be advised that civilian heavy freighter craft will be passing your sector in close proximity to your ship. Exercise caution in maneuveurs."<br><br>The message appeared as text on the Churchill's comms screen. On their radar, the crew could detect a small flotilla of heavy freighters on approach vector. There were three registered, moving on low impulse in their direction. Radio communications could pick up the chatter of the ship captains, apparently merchants carrying some heavy cargo, shielded from scans and classified in manifests. They were the kind of ships that could not change course very easily since they were so heavy and bulky.<br><br>A very casual and high pitched voice, almost whiny, sounded from the comms channel, "This is Captain Lomar of the Big Baby heavy freighter craft, lead in this flotilla, to UED battlecruiser. Sorry, dude, but we're in a bit of a hurry to get to mooring fixture 10 to unload. Behind schedule, ya know? Could you move a little out of the way, pretty please?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 12:43:18</strong>
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				"This is DSS <em>Churchill</em> to Civilian Freighter <em>Big Baby</em>. Your message has been recieved and understood." Pat said. "Helm, give me ten seconds on the bow manouvering thrusters. Nice and easy, let these blokes past."<br><br>"Aye aye, sir."<br><br>The thrusters sparkled in the vacumn, and the huge Battlecruiser slowly inched backwards to clear the path of the freighters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 21:41:23</strong>
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				As the PA system delivered its message, Shadir's cloak unwrapped itself from around him, and his wings unfurled.&nbsp; Now that the base knew something was going on, he wanted to be battle ready. "Well, there goes our element of surprise. Come, we must hurry!" He rushed into the base, alert for any signs of danger, enhanced senses picking up even the slightest disturbances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 18:15:23</strong>
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				The download completed itself as Pyre located her C-10.&nbsp; She unhooked the datapad and tucked it safely in her uniform. She frowned as she realized that the base was now aware of her pressence, and that she was most likely going to have to fight her way out of here.&nbsp; Entering a few rushed commands into the console, the door at the far end of the room opened up.&nbsp; <em>Alright, now all that's left to accomplish is to escape and rendezvous with Shadir.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 23:45:55</strong>
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				At this point Gonathi had been able to heal well enough to be able to move around, but his battle capabilities would be significantly reduced for at least another couple of hours.&nbsp; He stood up and did his best to keep up with Shadir.<br><br>"Try not to get too far ahead while I can still defend myself I won't be back to 100% for a couple more hours."<br><br>If one looked at his back they would still see a good amount of blood across his back.&nbsp; They would also most likely be disturbed almost to the point of vomiting by the way his skin seemed to crawl as it healed itself.&nbsp; His "wings" remained around his waist, but luckily were still fully functional, so they could act as defenses should the need arise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 03:29:20</strong>
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				Shadir's nostrils flared up as he noticed the scent of Zerg.&nbsp; It was familiar, yet totally alien to him, in a way that suggested he knew what kind of Zerg it was, but he couldn't recall having ever smelt that scent before. He stopped at the next corner, and peered cautiously around it.&nbsp; No telling what awaited them in this base, especially with pop-up turrents hidden in so many potential places.&nbsp; He took note that Gonathis was struggling to keep up with him, most likely due to his injuries.&nbsp; <em>as much as I may dislike that one, he is currently my ally, so I should make sure not to leave him behind.</em> He surveyed the area as he awaited his comrade. Something about this base gave him the creeps, and he was sure the others could feel it too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantMunster</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 16:42:17</strong>
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				The Kel-Morian Combine certainly were an ever expanding and opportunistic lot, yet even they couldn't handle the almost constant seeming pirate raids and mining camp revolts after Mar Sara was grabbed as one of their mining planets. Coupled with the continued Zerg presence, it wasn't surprising that they extended an invitation to the Dominion to set up outposts on the planet, ones that were unsurprisingly cut off from the rest of the populace on the still rebuilding world. Why the Dominion was interested in the few fringe worlds present in the Sara system was unknown, yet the presence of a massive UED Battlecruiser along with sudden reports of combat and assaults upon various bases on Mar Sara certainly did not go unnoticed. On the other side of the planet space briefly distorted, bending around one central point before suddenly a vessel slid right through, exiting warp space. The vessel, an altered and modified transport ship known as a Grizzly, shook and shuddered under the the sudden and quick entrance as well as from the frighteningly close proximity to the planet. <br><br>"Didn't I bloody tell you we're not supposed to warp in this frakin' close to a planet?" came the sudden furious yell of the pilot over the comm as he quickly brought down his fist on one of the buttons nearby, sending an encrypted siganl to the Kel-Morian skycommand, not about to waste time with pleasantries. A few chuckles were heard from within the ship, two rows of three marines sitting uncomfortably within their chairs. "Hey Sarge, what's our orders once we make landfall?" one of them asked, leaning in towards the bald, smoking marine occupying one of the ends. His black eyes slide over to the trooper nearby, the brown cigar rolling slightly between his teeth before he reached up and pulled it free. "Orders are simple. Some UED pussies are poking their noses where they don't belong. Our job is to take care of them." The soldier that had asked the question didn't seem thoroughly convinced however, glancing briefly towards the cockpit while he spoke. "What about the Battlecruiser, Sarge?" The veteran merely shrugged his soldiers, putting his smoke back into his mouth, taking a few slow puffs of the thing. "Not our problem. The Dominion will send something to take care of it."<br><br>As the vessel presumedly began entering the planet's atmosphere, occasionally shaking and shuddering under the pressure, Nova simply rested her back against the cool metal of her seat, her gun resting in her lap as she let her thoughts drift. A brief thrill of excitement ran up her spine at the prospect of nearing combat, yet she couldn't help but feel that something was odd about this particular mission. The dead spots and level Black censoring of several of the outposts wasn't really much of a concern, yet she "felt" that something else was out there, something not entirely pleasant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 17:16:59</strong>
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				(( OOC: I return!&nbsp; :D ))<br><br>"Copy that, Churchill. Thanks, buddy." The reply came with rays of sunshine, the waves of appreciation coupled with the freighter flotilla's violent burst of their impulse engines to bring them to full speed.<br><br>The slow lumbering hulks of metal made their way pass the opening that the Churchill had provided for them, the full length and mass of the haulers made known with each passing minute. They were known to carry hundreds of thousands of tons of produce, goods and equipment at a time, much more than what most ships capable of space travel can carry. These normally reach their destinations within weeks if empty, and within months if fully loaded, a powerful sextet of old industrial grade engines pulling the gigantic crafts through vacuum. Even then, it was far too expensive to move them from place to place without any cargo to be sold or shifted elsewhere, so they sometimes fill their holds with prefab bunks for civilian transport and stasis corrals for large livestock. The class that the Churchill would have looming above their topside was a heavy variant, if not a mass produced class of freighter used commonly by rich space faring corporations.<br><br>"Cant wait to get a bit of moolah after this haul."<br>"Watcha gonna do with this load, Sunny?"<br>"Get myself a nice new wedding ring for the lady back home, Buck. Heh."<br>"Its either you are completely insane or you really cant get the behind of said lass out of your dirty little lame brain of yours."<br>"Anyways, drinks are on me. Ain't long before we gotta head out again so we better enjoy the sights and the ladies while we still can. Consider this next payday your last bachelor's party, Sunny."<br><br>The chatter went on. The pilots did not seem to care who was listening to the general channel, like they had done hundreds of times before. They knew that they could be muted at any time by technically anyone within range. They also knew that no one would bother shutting them up. Merchant types who bother bo one except for those who listen to orbit traffic.<br><br>"Hey, wait a sec, guys." The pilot they all called Sunny spoke up after a moments silence, "I'm picking up an energy surge in my hold. No. Two of em. Three. Think theres a short circuit down there."<br>"Well, get it fixed. We'll be mooring soon so you better haul ass."<br>"What the.... Numbers bumped up to six. Ten! Twenty! Its a bloody chain reaction!" Disbelief and confusion mixed into his voice.<br>"Oh, God! Sunny! You have to got to jettison the hold!" The one they called Buck called out in desperation.<br>"But its good money in those-"<br>"Do it, Sunny! Its a containment leak! It wont hold for long!" Buck cut him off, "Get those things out of your hold! Now!"<br>"Oh, shi-! My controls! They're shutting down! I'm losing power!"<br><br>The disturbance was now visible. The ship was right on top of the Churchill, and from this angle, the crew could see the massive six engines suddenly sputter and cut short, the mighty flames of impulse propulsion fizzling to nothingness. The hulk was now floating aimlessly in space as the other two freighters started to steer clear slowly.<br><br>"I cant-" Sunny seemed to panic, the chaos on the comm channel escalating, "I cant get them back online! Stupid console!"<br>"Sunny! Get the hell out of there, you son of a bitch! Its gonna blow!"<br>"Doors jammed! I'm trapped!"<br><br>Not long before the final transmission, the hull of the massive freighter suddenly expanded, bloating the craft into a form similar to that of a snake that had just swallowed a large egg. The spectacular explosion of red yellow and blue that followed afterwards split the ship into two, snapping it like a twig under the immense pressure and power of the internal shockwave. Pieces of debris flew everywhere and with the Churchill in proximity, its hull was being peppered by super heated metal shards, bouncing and ricocheting of it like deadly fragmentation. The other two ships in the flotilla also took the brunt of the explosion. A large chunk of what was left of the bow lodged itself into the side of one of the steel beasts of burden, letting loose a gut wrenching metal screech like nails on chalkboard. That freighter continued to veer away from the explosion still, never seeming to stop as it slammed into in orbital boey full on its opposite side.<br><br>"Alert! All ships in the vicinity!" The familiar voice of the spaceport sounding on all channels within seconds of the accident,&nbsp; "Please stay clear of sector 3-4! Emergency crews report to stations for immediate space flight accident sortie! Repeat! All emergency crews report to stations for immediate space flight accident sortie!"<br><br><div align="center">======================</div><br>Elsewhere, within the office of the supervisor down on planetside, word caught on almost immediately, a comms officer reported in bated breath as if he had just ran a ten kilometer marathon. His boss' chair was facing the window and the silence of the room that came after would give even the toughest mercenary bodyguard the chills.<br><br>"Good.... Now that we have caused the Churchill delays with possible repairs, we have all the time and convenience in the sector to apprehend their away team." The voice of the supervisor said calmly.<br>"Sir, a civilian freighter full of hydroxian gas has blown up in space and all you have to care about is their away team?" The comms officer, apparently new meat, exclaimed in utter disbelief.<br>"Accidents tend to happen.... if you give them a little push to help on the way to inevitability. Hydroxian gas and <em>faulty wiring </em> make a nasty combination, but it had to be done." There was a pause, "The Dominion spy, Sunny Gonzalez, wont be bothering us any more, and even then, his ship served us well by being in the right place at the right time. I would have to congratulate his passing."<br>"Sir, this is insane! You're mad! With all due respect, I think this has to stop! Enough people have died-"<br><br>Before the cadet could finish, a silenced shot from the dark, a splatter of blood on the cadet's temple, and he fell silently over. His silencer stood at ready once more, never uttering a word or regretting what he had done.<br><br>"I will do whatever it takes.... to get what I want...."<br><br><div align="center">======================</div><br>Within the base, the alarm continued to stay silent, and no clomp of footsteps could be heard either. It was eerily quiet, as if the last episode with the missile launcher had never happened. Pop up defenses were now active all over the base and there was no telling where they might appear. All personal seemed to also have disappeared.<br><br>There was a sudden skitter of movement. The stench of Zerg invaded whatever nostril it could get to, and both Shadir and Gonathi would be able to sense it. Around the corner came a pair of zerglings, which apparently seemed to have come from nowhere. The chattery winged things scampered side by side each other, unusually not noticing Shadir or Gonathi. They seemed to be running blind, as any rogue zerg would be, but these were more lost than any of them. They bumped into walls and staggered to keep up a running pace on their legs, clawed arms twitching uncontrollably. As they neared Shadir, the walls on both of the zergling's sides predictably opened, revealing another array of deadly Terran robotic weapons, a pair of flamethrowers. With a long hot burst of flame, they cooked the zerglings in mid stride, burning them to a complete crisp. Once the flambe' was over and the sensors did not detect any other threat within roasting range, the arrays close shut into the walls. It seemed that the way forward was blocked by them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 04:43:58</strong>
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				Gonathi sensed the seemingly confused Zerglings and looked in their direction just as they rounded the corner.&nbsp; A sense of danger flashed through his mind just as the arrays opened up and fried the two zerglings.&nbsp; He felt the full force of the pain of their deaths because of their close proximity and his entire body seemed to spasm in empathy.&nbsp; These blasted traps angered him and he briefly lost control of himself going into a blind rage.&nbsp; His claws came out burning with his internal flames as he drove them into the panel nearest him instantaneously severing the control wiring for the array and starting it's internal systems on fire.<br><br>He hurriedly got out of sensor range of the other array as it's flames raged past.&nbsp; Not that he was worried about a flamethrower since fire flowed in his veins.&nbsp; If the stream had hit him it would have simply felt like a nice tickle, as if he were sitting in front of a fireplace.&nbsp; At this point the area of flesh that was still healing had shrunk to half the size it had started at.<br><br>"I know you don't think much of us Zerg, but as much as you don't like to hear it, we are more like you then you realize.&nbsp; We still care when one of our kind dies, especially since we still feel their pain as they die."&nbsp; He explained to Shadir.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 22:17:47</strong>
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				Shadir also felt a shudder as he watched the Zerglings get fried. Deep down, he felt a strange sort of empathy with the creatures.&nbsp; Though they were of the hated Zerg, they almost felt like brothers. Even more disconcerting was Gonathi's remark about how the protoss were more similar to the zerg than they would like to admit.&nbsp; In reply, he spat acid at the spot were the other flamethrower had appeared, eating through the wall plating and un-impeding their progress.&nbsp; Slowly, he noddeed his head. "I think I understand. I felt it too." His face became a grim countenance as he started to brood. Meanwhile, he was also worried about Pyre. She had entered by herself and had most likely encountered the same defenses as he and Gonathi. He knew she was a capable soldier, but if his plan was to succeed, he'd need her to survive.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 22:26:44</strong>
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				"Christ Al- <em>Alert! All hands, brace for impact!</em>" Clifton yelled, before chunks of the freighter slammed into the <em>Churchill</em>'s hull. Thompson and the Sensors Officer were sent flying across the room, and only the fact that Pat had grabbed a firm hold on his seat prevented him from joining them. "Damage Report!" he shouted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 22:51:05</strong>
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				Pyre got close to the door that had admitted her into the room. The entire base gave her a sense of danger. For one thing, even though the pressence of an intruder was known, no soldiers were coming to apprehend or kill her, and the alarms weren't blaring either.&nbsp; That could only mean one thing; She had walked right into a trap, and now she'd have to use her wits to escape.&nbsp; <br><br>---------------------------------<br>A short distance from the scene of chaos near the Churchill, a customized fighter craft exited warp space.&nbsp; The insignia and name on the side identified it as the Black Scantid. The fighter looked like it had been cobbled together from whatever parts the designer could find, which was actually quite true.&nbsp; Though somewhat resembling a terran Wraith, it was definitely not made by any organized military. Throughout the craft, Protoss parts stood out in sharp contrast to Terran parts. How they all managed to work in tandem was something only known to the one who had built it, who was now playing with a lighter unconciously.&nbsp; She sat in the pilots seat, looking at the technical readouts, humming to herself.&nbsp; It had cost her quite a lot to buy all these parts from scrappers, but it had been worth it for the sensors. According to her readouts, the scene before her had been the result of an accident. Tsunami mentally added quotes around the assessment. The close proximity to the battlecruiser made it seem more like a terrorist act or a deliberate sabotage attempt. With the push of a button, she hailed the battlecruiser, which her sensors registered as The Churchill. "Churchill, do you read me Churchill? This is the civilian craft Black Scantid, are you in need of assistance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:33:16</strong>
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				The Damage Reports flooded in, and Pat groaned. Three compartments had been torn open to space by tumbling wreckage, and the starboard anti-ship energy batteries were offine. What was even worse was that the communications systems were mostly so much ruined Neosteel, beyond the short-range SURFCOMM systems. Clifton awkwardly managed to get the <em>Churchill</em> realigned and cotacted the other vessel.<br><br>"Civillian vessel <em>Black Scantid</em>, this is Captain Patrick Clifton, Commanding the Battlecruiser <em>Churchill</em>. Any assistance you could provide would be greatly appreciated. Please approach with caution, though, we still don't know how badly damaged we are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 17:07:25</strong>
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				The flamethrower array was reduced to a flaming acidic ruin in Gonathi and Shadir's wake, literally nothing more than smoldering gashes on the wall where they once hid and spitting out thin smoke and blue sparks. Bits and pieces of machinery and wiring sprawled around in the destruction. What seemed like a putrid liquid began to pour of it, what was left of the fuel that was within the tanks behind the panelling, catching to turn into a tiny bonfire, not large enough to block their way but enough to make sure that the array would be beyond repair after it burns out.<br><br>Beyond the death trap were more corridors that seemed to twist and turn, the lit signs indicating various areas and districts that make up the inner parts of the base. The console room where Pyre was in happened to be closeby, pass security stations, barracks, lab rooms and hangars that seem to be all but empty and unmanned. There was a change in the atmosphere in this part of the base. Hurried footsteps and faint whispering could be heard from some places, indicating that the personal were still around, and the continous chatter and slither of chitinous legs and slimy bodies echoed down certain halls. Every now and then, there were shouts, inhuman cries and gunfire, followed by deadly silence, repeated at random from many directions and behind many locked doors. It seemed like whatever Terrans were present were fighting for their lives against monstrous enemies, which were no doubt to be Zerg of origin, as the damage, blood and slime that was now visible on the walls, floor and ceiling contained signs of them irrefutably being there. Oddly enough, there were no bodies, neither Terran nor Zerg.<br><br>Strange alcoves littered various wall sections, each of them open and empty, and from the construction, one could tell that there was another door on the other side that had been permanently closed and the front door designed so much to appear hidden to the human eye. The massive scratches and ripples of metal that ranged throughout the panels did not indicate much except the fact that no normal Zerg strain could have been responsible.<br><br><div align="center">===========================</div><br>Up in orbit, news of the accident had reached every ship within range of the spaceport's comms center, tiny engineering trawlers, medical dropships and wraiths all scattered about the accident zone. Within moments, they had the situation under control within the debris field and other ships were all keeping clear as ordered. The surviving freighter hovered in space, the devastation of the hydroxian gas clearly showing that they had effectively disabling it as its engines had been torn apart. The other that slammed into the boey was being held by powerful gravity beams from several trawler craft, tilted downwards and at a 60 degree angle, the huge chunk of metal embedded on its port side and the boey on its starboard side. Its lights were flickering and from the distance, one can see the emergancy crews fighting bravely against the vacuum, chemical fires and electrical discharges. Each moment that passed gave birth to an invisible drama unfold, the high profile scene serious enough to attract much attention from other passing civilian craft.<br><br>There were others that were not so lucky. Two smaller freighters were caught by the debris. Even the science vessel in the distance was assaulted by stray bits of metal. Emergancy orders were being sent out for all vessels within the debris field to stay put and not move around, and all those outside to stay clear. The waves of comms messages also reached the Churchill in text. No one seemed to have spotted the Black Scantid as they were too busy dealing with the dire situation at hand.<br><br><div align="center">===========================</div><br>Upon the approach of the Grizzly within half a click, somewhere in the middle of the Badlands, a small canister cleverly hidden in between two rocks twisted open. A red light at the top began to blink, accompanied by a dull repeated beeping sound, an encrypted Dominion signal masked as interference became visible on any closeby comms arrays. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 05:09:20</strong>
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				Tsunami turned a few dials and pushed some buttons on her console, adjusting the viewport so that the flying debris would be more visible and electronically marked. She also began recording the visual of the exterior of the Churchill so the damage could more easily be assessed. "Roger that Churchill.&nbsp; I'm transmitting the visuals of your craft. Looks like you took quite a beating. I've got some repair equipment on this old hunk of junk, I'll see what I can patch up from out here." The repair equipment was based off of the designs for SCV repair equipment, so she had little doubt she could help. The problem would be avoiding the debris that now littered space like a minefield. "Beginning my approach now."<br><br>------------------------------------<br>Pyre slowly made her way down the corridor, alert for any danger.&nbsp; The gash across her body slowly healing, but obviously causing her some difficulty.&nbsp; To ensure no more Zerg would surprise her like the last ones, she began expanding her disruption field. Most Zerg and infested creatures could feel some sort of connection to the Zerg hivemind but her disruption abilities kept her isolated from it. However, by disrupting their connection, she was able to benefit from an odd side-effect.&nbsp; Much like sonar, she could feel ripples surrounding the creatures she cut off, giving her a general feel for where and what they were.&nbsp; Much to her surprise, she could feel Shadir and something else with him. <em>Oh....must be that one. What's he doing here with Shadir?</em> Picking up the pace, she began tracking them through the disruption. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 06:41:05</strong>
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				By now Gonathi was mostly healed looking at his back would no longer cause one to almost involuntarily vomit/grimace.&nbsp; He continued down the hallways with Shadir keeping his senses constantly alert and his every muscle tensed in preparation for any conflict that may arise.&nbsp; Suddenly he felt his connection to the Swarm Mind go berserk.&nbsp; Where he had been sensing other Zerg littered throughout the compound he could now no longer feel them.&nbsp; This felt like the work of that blasted Ghost Shadir was travelling with, of course he had been wondering when she would show up.<br><br>"Well looks like that Ghost friend of yours is somewhere nearby.&nbsp; I just lost my connection to the Hive."<br><br>---------------------------------------------------<br><br>Suddenly what remained of the Churchill's sensors went berserk as a warp anomaly manifested itself on the outer edge of the Mar Sara system.&nbsp; Energy began gathering at the center of the rift followed by a massive beam of energy emerging from warp-space aimed just meters above the Churchill, directly at the Black Scantid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 11:46:17</strong>
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				"Roger that, <em>Black Scantid,</em> yo-" Patrick was cut off as the Sensors went bananas. "What the- By Thunder! <em>LOOK OUT!</em>" he shouted over the comms, and ducked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 08:38:09</strong>
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				Tsunami's reflexes kicked in before she was aware of the threat. Though slow compared to a trained ghost, she still had some potential, and was able to maneuver the craft just enough so that the beam grazed the ship. As the impact rocked the craft and sent it careening away from the Churchill, diagnostic reports cascaded on the various monitors and warning sirens sounded throughout the cockpit.&nbsp; "SHIT! What the hell was that?!" Her hands moved across the console in a flurry, as she activated repair systems and silenced the alarms.&nbsp; "Churchill, do you copy Churchill?&nbsp; My shields are down, and most of my systems are offline.&nbsp; Requesting permission to dock aboard your ship. Copy?"<br>------------------------<br>Pyre could feel Shadir and Gonathi getting closer by the minute.&nbsp; As she made further progress, the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand on edge. Off in the distance, a blood curdling scream pierced the recycled air within the facility.&nbsp; She couldn't tell if it was human or not, but it grabbed her heart in an icy grip.&nbsp; She was so distracted by the scream that she hardly noticed that Shadir and Gonathi were right around the next corner.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 08:58:01</strong>
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				"Copy that!" Pat responded, before turning and yelling. "Dock Officer! Get that ship on board, at the double!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 15:48:57</strong>
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				The beam that had emerged from warp space continued on across the system.&nbsp; When it reached the other side of the system it entered warp space again.&nbsp; Anyone running calculations on it's trajectory would eventually figure out that it had come from the direction of Protoss controlled space.<br><br>--------------------------------------<br>Gonathi rounded the corner and almost slammed right into Pyre, luckily his reflexes kicked in just in time, as he side stepped her he hoped that Shadir would not be so quick so he could watch them slam into each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sanai</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 08:46:30</strong>
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				<em>Meanwhile, on the moon of thessala, Protoss Space</em><br>On a barren and desolate landscape, a single, tall figure walked tiredly across the sand, the sun beating down upon the landscape, causing the solitary warrior to be sillhoetted against the heat haze. The warrior, a protoss, girded in battered protoss armour, and swathed in the cloak of a dark templar, trudged across the open space, his weary eyes surveying all that he saw, and his double ended scythe strapped across his back, ready to be used at a moments notice....<br><br>Zanul had been walking for weeks now, since he had left the surviving zealots behind amidst the ancient ruins where they had held out for days. His mind was wandering, his body moving forward almost automatically, his feet carrying out one step after another in endless monotony. As he reminisced about his fallen comrades, something snapped him out of his reverie. He stopped, one handed slowly reaching towards his scythe, as he looked around, searching for danger. Then he saw, up ahead, a light. Squinting, and shielding his eyes from the sun with his other hand, his vision focused on the light. It was a pylon...a Pylon!. He widened his view, seeing that the pylon was atop a hill, with a narrow ravine surrounded by rough rocks and hills in between him and it. His eye's narrowed, and his body tensed, as he realised this could well be a trap. With his hand still ready to grasp his scythe, he dropped into a combat stance, and began to cautiously walk towards the ravine.....<br><br>As the Dark Templar entered the ravine, a pair of baleful red eyes appeared in the shadows of a cave upon the ravines wall. Inside this dark place, resided Netherizzon, a zerg defiler. Netherizzon had been forced to adapt to survive, having been cut off from his cerebrate. He saw the approaching protoss, and realised, that this could be his way to return to the bliss of the hive mind.....<br><br>As Zanul reached the half way of the ravine, he came up upon a bend in the course of this ravine, where it narrowed considerably. As he saw the narrowest point of the bend, he realised...he could not see further. This narrow point was completely enshrouded in a dark, reddish cloud of fog, obscuring his view ahead. He frowned, and continued into the cloud. As the dark templar entered this malign shroud, his vision was reduced to near blindness, his other senses sharpening to compensate. He tensed, his hand grasping his scythe and drawing it, as he saw a dark, serpentine shape whip through the fog suddenly. Slowing his pace even more, he advanced, activating the phase blades of his scythe, causing it to emmit glowing green scythe blades, which tinted the mist around him a sickly colour. Then, suddenly, a pair of glowing blue eyes appeared in front of him, and a voice rang out.<br><br>"I need your help Dark templar, and you need mine. I am Netherizzon, and I too am stuck on this world. Together, we can escape this wasteland, and you can be the salvation of your friends" the voiced said.<br><br>"You....you sound like.... a High Templar!" Zanul said, replying, hope filling his voice, despite the warning bells going off within his mind, his desperation was overriding the feeling of wrongness rising inside him.<br><br>"There is not time for further introductions dark one. My shuttle is cloaked near that pylon, yet a considerable number of zerg is between us and it, waiting for you at the end of the ravine. We must make the ultimate sacrafice if we are to get through to it, and save your friends. We must become one." Netherizzon replied, reaching with his mind for Zanul, weaving his dark, psionic tendrils into the exhausted Templars psyche.<br><br>Zanul's spirit was overcome with dread for a moment, as he sensed something was wrong, but a moment later...it was all okay, he was tired, exhausted, yet for some reason, he trusted this stranger. The situation was desperate, and as such, he knew he must go through with this. So he lowered all of his psychic defenses, reaching with his mind, spirit and soul to merge with that of the "High Templar" in front of him, as his body began to transform into dark energy. He would save his comrades. He would escape this world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 01:31:33</strong>
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				(OOC: sorry for my long abscence.&nbsp; Now that school's out, I should have more free-time to rp)<br>Shadir would have crashed into Pyre as they rounded the corner, but because his senses were already alert, he responded to Gonathi's sidestep with one of his own, before he realized why Gonathi had dodged. He made note of the relief he felt at seeing her alive, if not well. Slowly, he was beginning to warm up to her. Perhaps he'd start seeing her more as a friend, with time. Not sure how to greet her, he asked, "how fares the mission?" Though hard to detect, there was a hint of concern in his voice, as he noticed her wound.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 01:34:08</strong>
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				"What the <em>hell</em> was that energy beam in the first place?' Pat muttered, as he walked towards the hanger, to greet the <em>Black Scantid</em>'s pilot personally.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 06:41:28</strong>
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				(OOC: yay, Saiko's back, and so am I! I won't make any promises of being back regularly, but I plan on posting more often.)<br>Pyre was startled by Gonathi as she rounded the corner. <br><em>"how fares the mission?"</em><br>She turned her head toward Shadir with a shaky grin, "well, I managed to locate some useful information, though it had some nasty guards." The concern in his voice was noted, though she decided not to make mention of it.&nbsp; Now wasn't the time.&nbsp; "I see you've picked up our old friend here. I'm a little surprised to see the two of you together, don't tell me you've joined the zerg while I was busy in here."<br>--------------------<br>The Churchills reply, if there was going to be one, was cut off by static as the transmitter died on Tsunami's ship.&nbsp; "Sorry Churchill, I'm going to have to land whether you like it or not."&nbsp; Laboriously, the ship made it into the hangar bay, and touched down roughly.&nbsp; The landing gear decided to fail halfway through the process, so the ship flopped onto the hangar rather than landed gracefully.&nbsp; "Whatever shot my ship is going to wish they were never born when I'm through with them," she muttered as a trail of curses followed.&nbsp; A swift kick forced the damaged door open, allowing her to exit the mutilated ship, just as Pat arrived to greet her. Standing before him was a young woman clad in a red pilots jumpsuit with a black phoenix emblazoned on the front. Her hair was cut short, in military fashion because she had grown tired of it getting singed all the time. Though a modestly beautiful woman, she looked like she just wanted to go to the bar and have a stiff drink, a relic of her days as a mercenary. She didn't look anything like the civilian she claimed to be. A sheepish grin crossed her face as she saw Pat. "Well, that wasn't exactly my most flattering moment, Captain. Looks like my ship will need some repairs now too."<br>(OOC: thank you Saiko, for letting me use Nicky's jumpsuit for my character.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 21:15:40</strong>
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				(OOC: So I just realized Shadir never actually introduced himself to Gonathi, good thing I checked before posting)<br>"I am regrattably stuck with you two at least until we leave the Mar Sara system, since the Overlord I arrived here on was killed in high orbit.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong I am grateful that the Hybrid has allowed me to hitch a ride."<br><br>Her proximity was starting to get on his nerves now.&nbsp; He was completely cut off from his main information source due to her disruption, and he absolutely hated that.&nbsp; But for now he was stuck with them, as he had said, so he would force at least a somewhat friendly demeanor.<br><br>"Well if you two are finished in this base I suggest we get out before security makes things slightly more difficult.&nbsp; I certainly wouldn't want another repeat of what happened when we entered this blasted base, " he said as he pointed at his back which now sported sort of a web-shaped scar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 06:13:21</strong>
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				"If you recall, I said I would let you hitch a ride if we were unable to find a transport for you within this base," Shadir clarified.&nbsp; "And seeing as how we might have an additional crewmember, in addition to you, we're most likely going to need a bigger ship. That leaves us with two options. Either we all travel as a big group, or we split up and take two ships, if there IS an additional ship to be found."&nbsp; <em>how to go about contacting that ultralisk is the real problem. Time's running out if he wants a ticket off this rock, yet he obviously doesn't trust me, nor I him. Come to think of it, I don't really trust anyone anymore...</em><br>(OOC: I'm going to have to check to see if my character has introduced himself to anyone, and vice versa.&nbsp; I've been on so infrequently that I don't remember.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 16:41:33</strong>
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				"Yes, yes, technicalities.&nbsp; Admit it you like having me around." Gonathi smirked as he said this.&nbsp; He loved to mess with people and this Hybrid was particularly enjoyable since he got so hot under the collar so easily.<br><br>He found a computer terminal to check where the hangar was.&nbsp; Again all he had to do was press any key, sheesh these Terrans were horrible with security.&nbsp; "Well looks like the hangar is off this way, " he pointed to the west and brought up a security feed, "Looks like it's mostly full of Goliaths, oh that's going to be fun.&nbsp; Only one shuttle though, " he walked over to Shadir and put his arm around him, "looks like you're stuck with me for a while longer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 07:32:37</strong>
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				"Well then, I suggest we get a move on.&nbsp; Those goliaths won't take care of themselves will they? By the way Shadir, did you manage to find your target?" Pyre didn't want to reveal exactly what he had been looking for, not in front of the zerg.&nbsp; As they headed out, her wound became less of a burden, and more of an annoyance."<br>(OOC: I can't remember if Shadir and Pyre fully introduced themselves, but I'm pretty sure they did.&nbsp; I'd check up on it, but I really don't have the time right now. I'll probably look into it and edit this later if need be. Night yall.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 08:43:06</strong>
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				The lights suddenly went to a flicker and a corner blacked out, followed by the wrenching sounds of breaking metal plates. Within moments of the breach on the wall, a familiar slittery cry of a hydralisk filled the corridor. The zerg creature that appeared was large, fully grown and particularly unhappy about something. Oddly enough, this one was completely cut off from the hive mind and one look at it, anyone could tell why so.<br><br>Metal bits and implants were all over it, practically moving on a metalic skeletal body. Its lower regions were no longer scaly but of a gunmetal black plaster. its claws had been replaced with a pair of what seemed like gauss rifles on a pair of short metal arms. Its head was as it was, but the metallic strips that divide its head in two, along with the mechanical glow of one eye, showed clearly that it highly abnormal. From the looks of it, it no longer was able to open up its carapace to shoot out its deadly spines, metal bolts and weldings sealing the delicate organs shut. Its entire body was covered in the blood of previous human and possibly Zerg victims that it had slaughtered.<br><br>Upon seeing the group, it attacked with a ferocity of any Zerg warrior, hell bent on tearing them apart, no matter who they were. Gauss rifles on its arms opened fire, sending a hail of metal death raining down upon them. The abomination of Zerg and machine kept distance but closed in slowly, unloading round after round with unrelenting fervor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 01:13:57</strong>
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				Shadir was about to answer Pyre's question when the Zergborg attacked.&nbsp; "Who the hell do these Terrans think they ARE," raged Shadir as a deep, scalding rush of anger roared throughout his entire existence. This same rage permeated the area through Shadirs latent Psionics, creating a field around him of unstable red energy.&nbsp; As the gauss rifles unloaded their deadly cargo at the group, Shadirs cloak interposed itself between him and the danger. Extinguishing his warpblade, the cloaks natural defenses became fortified by the blades energy as the first wave of bullets crashed into it. Though he felt the pain, he ignored it, charging at the poor hydralisk.&nbsp; As he got within striking range he lunged, clawed left hand trained at the zergborgs neck. The only merciful thing that he could do for this cybernetic hybrid was to kill it. Without a hive mind to guide it, the creature had become little more than a killing machine. Before his hybridization, he would have simply thought it a killing machine before and after it had been modified, but now he could see it as another living thing that had been forcefully changed from its natural state, a sentiment he himself could now relate to. These terrans would pay for their arrogance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cmpuncle</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 01:23:31</strong>
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				These Terrans knew no restraint.&nbsp; They seemed to experiment solely for the sake of experimenting rather than for the sake of a higher goal.&nbsp; True he could not feel it through the Hive mind especially due to Pyre's vicinity, but he could feel how it was in pain nonetheless.&nbsp; This Hydralisk had not wanted to become like this, and the shock of what had been done to it had cause it to go insane.<br><br>Suddenly the air crackled with red psionic energy as Shadir's cloak activated, assumedly brought about by his rage.&nbsp; Apparently, although Shadir did not seem realize it, he seemed to be understanding more and more that the Zerg were more than just monsters.&nbsp; For the time being though Gonathi stood well back to avoid Shadir's psionic field, asmuch as he did not fear the Hybrid he nonetheless wanted to avoid any damage to his own mind, after all he would be rather useless to Kerrigan without his brilliant mind, among other things of course.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miles Trent</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 20:25:36</strong>
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				The maddened mechanized hydralisk ceased to function as servoes on its neck along with major arteries were severed by Shadir's attack, instantly causing the beast to shut down and fall to its side from the impact of Shadir's attack. Letting out a gutteral groan of pain, a sort of mix between the natural cry of the hydralisk with a mechanical tone to it, the creature slammed to the floor in a heap of metal, carapace and purplish Zerg blood. The trigger on its weapons did not cease as its owner was felled, unloading one final burst of rounds around the sides of the corridor before pitching upward and ceasing, smoke trailing out its hot barrel. Within seconds of its destruction, all was silent once more. The corridor was riddled with bullet holes and the atmosphere settled into something akin to the solemn silence of death.<br><br>Although barely visible, the hydralisk's eyes were no longer a flash of red but that of a pale brown, expressing the near impossibly identifiable Zerg emotion. A signature of release, pain and sadness was etched within its eyes, as if glad to be released from its own personal nightmare, pained from final blow to its neck, and saddened to die for no persons or cause.... There was an even a sign of fear and loss swimming within its irises, the fear of being cut from from the hive mind and the confusion that ensued after.<br><br>On the lower side of head carapace was a number. 139. It was either a specimen registration number or a harbinger of something worse, a production code. There was likely to be many more of these and they was a higher possibility that these new mechanized Zerg were here, in this facility. Whoever made them did not leave a sign for what purpose, nor did they leave a sign of why.<br><br><div align="center">-------------------------------------------</div><br>"Set up those defences, men. Cover all exits. I dont want anyone near that shuttle."<br><br>They had finally gotten where they wanted to go, right smack dab in the middle of the ruined capital city, some underground base that no one really knows about. Who would have thought that such a big place was right under their noses all along? Of course, he would have suspected. He was working for the freaking Kel Morian Combine. They had money coming out of their ears and credit vaults. Not that he cared, as long as he was getting paid. His marines and firebats took defensive positions around the hangar, reinforcing the Goliaths that were already there with 2 more of their own and a couple of siege tanks. They now had heavy firepower on thier side and no one was going to touch that shuttle, if they liked it or not.<br><br>Why would they want to cover that hunk of junk anyway? Their new orders did not make sense and only the scary masked Ghost in black kept her cool. He had asked her questions once, but she only said in that wierd voice of hers that they should just do as they were told. Why was she standing by that big hangar door, as if she was waiting for something to come through it? What kind of mission was this turning out to be?<br><br>"Sarge, we're dug in and ready to take a beatin'. All 13 guys, 4 Goliaths and 2 tanks, loaded and accounted for." A private next to him reported.<br>"Hand around and await orders. Theres got to be a reason why we're here." He turned to the Ghost again, yelling out to her in the distance, "Hey, Spooky! You sure you wanna be standing there?" He thought that giving her a nickname would make her take him more seriously. Works for the younger ones.<br>She was standing at least 20 feet away from the door. She did not even turn around, or even respond to him, just staring at that door like some machine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 22:12:59</strong>
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				Pat gave a weak chuckle. "Well, we're not looking out best, either, so I think we can let it slide." he extended his hand to her. "Captain Patrick Clifton, Commanding Officer of the United Earth Directorate Battlecruiser DSS <em>Churchill</em>. A pleasure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 06:53:53</strong>
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				Tsunami took the captains hand in a firm handshake.&nbsp; "indeed. Formalities aside, neither of our ships are in good shape. Now that I'm stuck onboard, let's see what I can do to help out. "<br><br>------------------<br>Pyre shook her head, grumbling, "should have known the one I encountered wasn't the only one.&nbsp; At least this one didn't have flamethrowers. One of those would be devastating in a corridor like this."<br>Suddenly, she picked up on the presence of another ghost within the facility. One which gave her the shivers. <em>that is not a pleasant feeling. Let's see if I can't find out more...</em> Slowly, she closed her eyes and focused on the "sleeper" she'd left in the closet. Luckily, he had survived all the carnage ripping through the base, and had actually wandered into an empty control room. Through their newfound link, she could taste his fear and confusion, as well as see through his eyes.&nbsp; He had no idea what was going on, or why most of his comrades were dead now.&nbsp; But that didn't matter. He was about to shed some light on the situation.&nbsp; &lt;"turn on the viewscreen, switch cameras to the hangar bay."&gt; she thought to him. LIke a mindless automaton, the sleeper moved to do her bidding.&nbsp; The view she received astonished her.&nbsp; She closed the link temporarily. "Guys, we've got trouble. They've fortified the hangar bay. Looks like they've got... at least ten troops, four goliaths, two tanks, and one creepy looking ghost in modded armor. I think I may have a way to thin them out before we hit them though." She reopened the link to the sleeper, with a simple command. &lt;"activate automated defenses in the hangar bay. reset targetting protocols, shoot on sight."&gt;<br>"okay, let's see if that works," she said with a cold grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saikotsu</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 08:08:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shadir was hardly aware of what Pyre was saying regarding the enemy forces. If anything, the number of terrans guarding the hangar made him feel happy, because he'd be able to take out his anger on them. Despite all the anger coursing through him, the rational part of his brain was trying to calm the emotional side down.&nbsp; Though the terrans deserved to pay for what they were doing, they were reaping the rewards for their transgression, because it had become increasingly obvious that their "creations" were rebelling against them. As he realized this, an idea slowly began to form in his head as the anger subsided.&nbsp; He made a mental note to return to this place at a later time, but for now, focused on the task at hand.&nbsp; Turning to Pyre he asked, "how do you know what we're going to find there?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starcraft: Secret of the Hybrids(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undercov3rL0ver</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:27:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A sly grin graced the beautiful features of Pyre's face, no longer contorted in pain from her gash.&nbsp; "Let's just say, I have a spy on the inside and leave it at that."
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