Project 326 (MrThorne & Viper)
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				Title: <strong>Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 18:30:23</strong>
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				Althus Station sits in orbit around the gas giant Viridian Six. Too far outside of the primary shipping lanes, it rarely receives visitors, except for solo traders and occasional supply runs. Those of the former who inquire about trading with the station are politely turned away. Those of the latter work for the corporation, and ask no questions at all. In this manner the station itself remains relatively unknown. Secrecy comes to the station from it's obscurity as much as anything else. That is to the benefit of it's inhabitants, and most of the research they perform on station would be considered highly illegal in more civilized sectors. <br><br>Althus Station is the corporate facility charged with research into exo biology, and specificly the military and combat applications thereof. As the guards on station like to say, they 'turn monsters into weapons.' It is a blunt, but not untrue statement on the purpose of the facility. Currently the facility hosts a dozen scientists, fifteen security guards, and half a dozen 'guests.' Most if not all of the latter have been harvested from the galaxies worst prisons; inmates who have murdered, maimed, or destroyed in the name of their inhuman and often horrific appetites. <br><br>It was Simon Trask's job to process these monsters, though he disliked that term. He was a researcher first and foremost, and 'monster' was far too imprecise a term for his tastes. They were alien species, not freaks. He would never understand the ignorance so many of his peers displayed in bandying about such words. It was unprofessional in the extreme, and built up tensions between them and the research staff. <br><br>He knew part of this ignorance was tied to the fact that most of the staff didn't want to be here. Exobiology was a lucrative career, and getting stuck in this far out sector prevented scientists from fully realizing their potential in the field. Simon was better inclined towards the position himself. The corporation had paid for his schooling, and contracted him to this job as payment from him. It wasn't glamorous, but he was willing to pay his dues. Besides, when his contract was paid in full, he would be able to use what he'd learned at this facility to further his own research. There was a wealth of genetic information that this facility to could provide to those clever enough to take it for themselves.<br><br>For the moment though, he had a job to do. He had recently been assigned a new patient, Project Three Twenty-Six. The file said that she was an exoform of reptillian heritage who had venomous fangs and consumed other bipeds as a food source. Her dossier indicated that she had violent tendencies, but that she was fairly sociable as long as she kept fed. She had been brought on station this morning, and assigned specifically to Trask for initial assessment. To that end, he ordered she be placed in an isolation chamber with a layer or one way transteel glass. He asked that she be unbound, and provided with synthetic food supplement. He elected to give her an hour or so to settle into the new location, and then entered the anteroom for the cell.<br><br>Trask took a moment to consider himself through the dim reflection offered by the glass. He was strictly average height for a human, standing at 6'1", and weighing perhaps 200 lbs. Simon had thin, aristocratic features and piercing blue eyes, framed by rectangular glasses. His hair was rakishly styled, with an up swirl and flourish that stood in contrast to his conservative dress clothes and omnipresent lab-coat. His face was clean shaven, revealing the faint impression of a long past scar on his left cheek. He held a datapad in his left hand, glancing down at it from time to time as he studied his new patient through the one way glass. After a moment he touched it, turning off it's reflective quality and letting the subject see him for the first time. When he spoke, his voice had a crisp clear quality that held traces of the british isles, subdued now after ages away from Earth. <br><br>"Good morning Three Twenty Six. My name is Doctor Trask. I will be your primary caseworker. I trust you're finding the accommodations to your liking?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 21:56:49</strong>
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				It was a feat in itself to subdue the...woman? Yes, they supposed, she surely looked female. And had dubbed her so within her file. But any attempt to test or further probe the subject, was signing a death warrant, or rather her choice on the lunch menu for the day. They had learned though, with enough time, and deaths, that muzzling her through force was the best way to avoid more casualties. Higher technology had been her bane, they had created these irremovable bands that surrounded each ankle, thigh, wrist, bicep, and her neck. When activated from the safety of a wall or other such obstruction that caused her to be unable to reach them, they would activate and cause each band to connect in what ever patter or to what ever compatible surface they desired. This made transportation much easier this time around.<br><br>The normal knock out gases never worked, rather they seemed to make her more violent, a learning curve that caused them two soldiers in the past. The muzzle was a thick and hard plexi plastic like material that was black and protruded far enough so that she couldnt do anything through the breathing holes. The clasp at the base, where the skull met vertebrae, was a rectangular electrical charge. If tampered with without the proper key code into the system, it would shock her and knock her out, leaving her with a mind splitting headache when she does wake up, and she never seemed to respond to it well. Hence, she began to accept the muzzle's existance. <br><br>She was never told what was happening, even the most basic necessities and care was denied her. Her long ink black hair was matted beneath the straps of the mask. It was as though they feared introducing a pair of shears into her habitat, for she may use them against them. Her cleaning routines included either hot or cold, never in between, pressured spray. And they would increase the intensity if she did not remove her clothes. Though they found out, not long after her arrival, that starving her was the worst possible choice they had ever made. Before hand, she was gunshy, she wanted to part of being touched or touching things. But as her hunger grew...so did her insanity. There was an incident prior to her arrival to the Althus Station, and it was only imprinted in classified area of her file, whilst the information given to the families of those who had died...were told that a freak accident happened with the environmental system, and killed everyone on the station. A special force was sent in, with the data acquired from the deceased, to retrieve her, and bring her to Althus Station.<br><br><hr><br>B-bump...b-bump....b-b-bump....<br><br>Heart beats. Foot steps. Hunger consumed and her mind overexerted.&nbsp; How long had it taken them? Days? Weeks? So long since she had tasted meat. Saliva dripped from her tongue as she wet her dry lips, strange, since she had no access to water. Her entire room destroyed, claw marks in the walls, decaying bodies lay unattended and seemingly forgotten. Large bodies appeared, though unseen due to the wall between them...their heartbeats were fast and teasing her senses with promise of more nourishment. Her eyes were dilated beyond their normal state, nearly taking over all of the gold that could normally be seen. <br><br>Darkness. She had barely felt the electric pulse before it rendered her unconscious. <br><br>"What is that?" asked a soldier as they dutifully loaded her into the prisoner pod and locked it down. <br><br>"Thats classified." Spoke the obvious leader, as he wore several badges to prove his prowess. "We have secured the prisoner. Arrival t-22 hours." He spoke into an intercom in his helmet as the floating tube was held between the two lines of soldiers as they went to the landing bay. <br><br><hr><br>An annoying humming buzz and a light so bright it even pierced her eyelids, pierced her skull as she came to awareness. Dumped, and her own pulse echoing in her ears as her stomach cramped, food had been void from her life for nearly 10 days. So when her tongue slipped from between her lips to taste the air, she barely caught the scent of the 'fake' food, and instantly curled her lip at the thought of eating it. Smell? She brought her hands to her face and realized...the muzzle was gone. Before she could think another thought, she crammed as much of the food she could into her mouth, without chewing, she swallowed it and repeated the process until the plate was clean. <br><br>Slowly she opened her eyes, the pupils were still dilated to the point of extreme, making the light absorption excruciating. She caught herself in the reflection of the walls. Dressed in a clean gown, but still filthy, her eyes sunken, her cheeks gaunt, her weight truly suffered as the venom caused her to constantly move the more concentrated it became. Her hair was painfully knotted, pulling and tugging every way she moved, if she could shear it herself...she would have a long time ago. <br><br>Suddenly, one wall changed, and a person was on the other side. Not all the way crawling, but crouched in a predators approach, she came up to the see through wall quickly. Well, the room wasnt that big, and her legs were so long that it only took about 5 steps to reach it. Tentatively, she opened a flat palm, it shook as she closed the distance between her palm and the wall, only to find that it wasn't electrically charged.&nbsp; Her eyes darted to ever seam of the wall, each corner, to see if there was a weakness she could exploit in order to escape. Quickly concluding that there was no such weakness, her eyes locked heavily onto his form. Never looking at one part of his body for long, she seemed to be almost daydreaming about just how she would consume him. Her tongue flicked out, she couldn't smell him, her frustration mounted, for though the weight in her stomach was appeased, her body was not nourished. The synthetic lumps would only give her weight, very slowly, but it would not satiate the need for what she truly craved. <br><br>She flashed her fangs and released a gargled and dry hiss, her shredded nails raked the wall, her eyes finally locked onto his face as her chest heaved quickly with need...a soft fog appeared and receded with each breath as her hands pawed at the wall fruitlessly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2016, 22:00:12</strong>
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				The doctor watched her initial actions, his gaze split between the test subject before him, and the datapad in his left arm. Her aggression did not surprise him, but the state of her physical condition was a bit disconcerting. The information he had on hand indicated that she had lost weight since her initial capture, but it hadn't spoken of her physical condition, or the deteriorated state that she was in. It was unfortunate that she had been kept in these conditions. Not surprising perhaps, given her lethal tendencies, but still unfortunate. <br><br>The ferocity was unusual among the test subjects he had observed. Most had been utterly broken by the time he had come into contact with them. Some attempted bargaining, others begging. There were a few who fell to various forms of savagery, but they were psychotic for the most part. This one was a bit different. There was a cruel intelligence behind her actions, a logic to her brutality. That at least told him that her mind had not broken, though the aggression behind her actions still spoke to deeper issues at play. <br><br>Glancing down, Trask noted that the toxin levels in her bloodstream were highly elevated. That could go some way towards explaining her heightened aggression. Her neurotoxins were actually a large part of why she was in this program. Study into it&nbsp; had been inconclusive thus far, but the toxin did have some rather unique physiological effects. Effects which he realized might also be present in the test subject. It was possible that she was suffering from an overdose of the same toxin in her bloodstream. That would be an unusual, but not unheard of evolutionary adaptation. Such an adaptation would allow her species to harness their toxin aggressively while hungry, and then reduce those some behaviors once sated. It was a fascinating theory, if that was in fact what was occurring.<br><br>In any case, further study was definitely warranted. <br><br>Externally, little of these thoughts showed through on the doctor as he studied his newest patient, mild curiosity creasing his brow as he watched her beat herself against the glass before him. She had not yet acknowledged his first words, and he found himself curious if she was even capable of such communication. Perhaps it was impossible when she was in such a state of heightened aggression, or perhaps she simply did not view him as anything better than food. In either case, such results made communication a pointless endeavor. What he did know though, at least based on her behavior thus far, was that she was profoundly hungry. The manner in which she had consumed her protein supplement spoke to that. <br><br>Perhaps a measure of generosity on his part would go further than dialogue in establishing a positive relationship with the subject. Triggering a control on his datapad, he accessed the inventory system, and requested a small number of laboratory mice. Used for various lower order testing, these were the ubiquitous white mice scientists had used for centuries. He waited patiently for a moment, as the mice were transported from the laboratory, and brought to the containment unit. A small medical drone appeared at the door, and dropped off the rodents through the door slot. <br><br>Doctor Trask watched for her response, curious about how she might react to live prey. Doubtless these would be a good deal smaller than those she was used to feeding from, but he had an inkling that the live meat would at least be more satisfactory for her purposes. Time would tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 23:21:33</strong>
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				If one was not watching her intently they wouldn't have noticed the briefest flick of her eyes as she merely glanced at the new motion within the room. Her golden eyes dilated even more as her brow creased more. It was even more evident now than before that her skin and lips had a bluish tinge to them and her jaw had a slight shake to it despite how tensely she clenched it. Her eyes wandered again, only slowly this time, and cognitively registered the mice in the cage. When she looked back at him, a snarl curled her lips and she hissed at him, clearly unimpressed and extremely frustrated by the delivery. <br><br>It was then she turned away from the wall<strong>, reaching down she lifted the plate from the floor, and proceeded to throw it rather accuratly at him. Though it ricochet off the wall and bounced away, her displeasure was quite abundantly apparent. It was clear that she was not going to get what she needed, never mind what she wanted, and it brought a fierce cry from the depths of her lungs. It was filled with anguish as she went to the furthest corner of the room. Clearly she was done 'negotiating', or maybe that was what he may have thought until she turned and paced several times. It was clear that she couldn't sit still for very long. Finally she came to the glass, her teeth clenched, her nearly black eyes darted from him to the mice. <br><br>"Minsssssse?"<br><br>She accented with a tilt to her head. Though it was clear she asked a question, the question posed to him was whether or not he understood 'mice' or 'mine', it didnt help that she spoke through clenched bared teeth. Though she did indicated the mice with her finger, pointing to them and then herself, it seemed that even in this state, she could not give up the chance to consume. Staring at him, her entire body was tense, the muscle that ticked in her jaw wasn't due to strain, rather it was due to cold as her lips had become a bit darker shade of blue. <br><br>She refused to beg, to plead, or to request. No good deed went unpunished. And she had paid dearly for everything she was 'bestowed' in life. And she was tired of being beaten down for it. So if this 'gift' was freely given...she would see his reaction when they came to into her habitat.</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 14:53:42</strong>
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				Progress.<br><br>He watched her as she moved, noting the erratic gate she used, the edge of chaos to her movements. He thought it very strange that she was so active. All of his studies of reptilian species had shown that they tended to be slow moving exothermic. Perhaps she was staying active as a means to stay warm? It was difficult to tell. She did seem to recognize the mice food, though she seemed to restrain herself from feeding on them for the moment. Instead she asked him a ssingle indistinct word, which could either be a reference to the mice, or to herself. He chose, lacking other evidence, to assume she meant to ask if it were her's. That in itself was interesting, as it implied that she at least had some concept of ownership; that could be useful.<br><br>He considered her for a long moment and then spoke, his tone friendly but still professional, treating her as he might any patient. The first goal then, was making her comfortable. Study would come afterwards.<br><br>"Yes, those mice are for you. I apologize if erred, but your genetics bear some similarities with reptilian species on earth; and mice are a favored food source for those species. Reptiles do not generally enjoy prey which is already dead. They prefer to kill their food and eat it fresh. You are welcome to do so with them, if you wish. The cage has a latch at the top."<br><br>The idea of treating her as a reptile brought up other ideas, namely that the temperature of her current holding sell was set for human comfort; reptiles were typically exothermic, what laymen called 'cold blooded'. He touched the datapad, altering the environmental settings to something more akin to a reptile sanctuary. As a result the air inside the cell would warm to approximately 32 degrees Celsius. At the same time the light inside the cell shifted down to twilight levels, and the humidity rose sharply. He examined these revised settings for a moment, and then nodded to himself; relatively pleased. Doubtless this would be more comfortable for her.<br><br>"You looked cold, so I turned up the heat a bit, made it a bit balmier."<br><br>He spoke with a more casual air now, even as he recognized that she might not understand what he was saying. He had no real way of knowing if she understood anything but the most basic of English. Still, he suspected that she understood more than she let on. There was a cool intelligence behind those golden eyes. Bargaining then, would be a viable course of action. He decided to try this tactic, and see if it bore any fruit. It was certainly better than just letting her waste away as his predecessors had done.<br><br>"You look very unwell. Tell me what I can do to help."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>07-12-2016, 16:47:43</strong>
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				Her hands slowly, but repetitively, went from a tensed 'claw' like position, to a tight fist, and then back out again. Clearly showing agitation, yet also a form of restraint, as she listened to him speak. They way he spoke about her, in a animal tense, made her scoff in the way of a hiss that was more passive than aggressive, it amused her that these...'people'...still thought of her this way. She left the cage alone, clearly though she was hungry earlier, a sense of reservation entered her mind. He may choose not to feed her, and since these were in her habitat now, she assumed he could not take them from her. <br><br>Walking over to the cage, she flipped the latch and let the mice run around and shoved the cage into the farthest corner where it clanged against the wall. Apparently she wasn't fond of cages either. Her head snapped up to the ceiling as the light dimmed, stumbling back she felt heat and moisture. Paranoid of foul play on his part, she frantically rubbed at her arms in attempt to remove any substance that may have touched her, bringing her hand to her lips, she let her tongue race against her palm to taste the sterile water. <br><br>"You looked cold, so I turned up the heat a bit, made it a bit balmier."<br><br>Her brow furrowed. Nothing was ever freely given. At least that had been her experience. His flippancy her was almost laughable as he stood so fearless on the other side of that thick wall. Walking back up to it.&nbsp; She looked him up and down, the fact that the lights where now dimmed in her habitat, she could see him with far more clarity. A meaty humanoid, not fatty or too small, he could last maybe more than a few moments.....saliva nearly dripped from her lips before her forked tongue slipped out and caught it out of habit. <br><br>"You look very unwell. Tell me what I can do to help."<br><br>Pressing a tightly closed fist to her forehead, her chest heaved quickly as she attempted to focus. She wanted to beg him. To plead. She wanted to taste his blood and meat as it sunk between her fangs and released the pressure inside her. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the blood rushing as the venom sought to plague her. She had been starved longer...she could be civil a few moments longer. <br><br>Her hand fell away from her face as she looked at him again. Pointing to the mice and then to herself. She spoke.<br><br>"Whatss ssssI paysssssss?"<br><br>Once again, spoken through clenched teeth as it seemed to almost pain her to speak, the venom made it hard to do anything. The simplest caressed of her tongue against her pallet was almost enough to bring her to her knees. She expected to have to pay for the mice. Clenching her hands into tight fists, she leaned them against the wall between him...and answered his question.<br><br>"Releassssse...." She spoke and then caressed her fangs as a slow rivulet of poison seemed to drip from the dual set of canines on her top jaw...as well as her bottom. No wonder why she clenched her teeth to speak, pure poison was dripping directly into her mouth and onto her tongue. Returning her hand to the wall with an open palm, her eyes never leaving his face. "Ssssssyou comesss...tosss sssme. Eatssss...sssssgood..."<br><br>The crease that lined her brow was softened as the blueish hue receded from her lips. Her body was acclimating to the warmer climate and the bottoms of her feet were almost able to comfortably rest against the chilly floor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>08-12-2016, 21:27:45</strong>
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				He considered her as she spoke, the words difficult to intuit through the rasp of his reptilian accent. The actions were simpler though. He could see plainly that she did not believe in his generosity for even a moment, an attitude he wholeheartedly understood. She had probably spent the better part of her life fighting against those who only claimed to have her best interests at heart. With him though, this matter actually true. His assignment was to study her, to learn what about her made her unique and valuable. Those were difficult tasks to undertake on a corpse. He needed to ensure her well being, and care for her as best he could. Really it was a simple matter of practicality, <br><br>Of more interest to him was her fangs. Though he had difficulty with precisely what she had said, he did understand from the context that her fangs were bothering her. He could also observe that they were dripping with venom. He wondered if her body lacked the capacity to stop itself from producing that point, and that this might be tied to her various problems. It seemed a likely enough hypothesis, though not one that had an immediate solution. Trask was aware that some species of earth snakes could be milked for the venom, but he was not certain if this same method would be useful for her. Moreover, milking her would require at least some level of compliance from her, which he was doubtful he would be able to obtain at least at first from her. The obvious solution then would be to give her something to feed from, but mice were apparently not large enough to be satisfactory for her needs. <br><br>Simon was fairly certain that she would need something at least man sized to suit her needs, and that might prove problematic. Perhaps it would be best to broach the topic with her directly. Pondering her for a moment, he stroked one hand across his chin, revealing as he did to her the cool metal that composed that limb, the cybernetic arm he had been using for most of his life. <br><br>"You seem to have an excess of venom. Is these some method we could use to drain that? I take it mice won't do the trick...My file indicates that you feed of humanoids generally...Would that help with your issues?"<br><br>Feeding one humanoid to another seemed like a slippery slope, but Simon wasn't seriously entertaining the option, at least not yet. Still, there were plenty of test subjects kept in cryogenic stasis, there were probably a few mass murderers among that selection that might work for their purposes...if that was what really needed to be done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 13:36:01</strong>
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				"You seem to have an excess of venom. Is these some method we could use to drain that? I take it mice won't do the trick...My file indicates that you feed of humanoids generally...Would that help with your issues?"<br><br>Viper had to contain her glee, finally, a human with a brain. Stepping away from the glass, she turned her back to him to think. She couldnt think whilst salivating over him. The thought of finally having relief made her entire body shiver and quake. She had to think of something quick, something that would make him want to feed her. Suddenly, the answer dawned on her and her body when stiff. Turning back to him slowly, her dilated eyes locked on him as she grimaced at what she was about to do.<br><br>"Feedsssss messss bad, sssevil, humaniodssss....I willsss sssssubmit foursss timesssss...willinglyssss."<br><br>She punctuated the 'four' with her fingers. Her other fist clenched as she subconciously bit her lower lip until it bled, not that she meant to, but there was no real negative to doing so. But control was so hard. To stand, to breathe, to talk...it was almost painful as she tempted him with willing submission. How she did not want to. But if she could get what she wanted, she would let him slice her open from neck to pelvis and look inside. Which had been done before. A grisly affair really, since she was awake the whole time, she had nearly died that day too. For the sake of... well...what ever it was they were looking for. She didnt know then and she didnt know now. All she knew...was that she wanted a moment of comfort, to fed, and maybe a few moments of peace a day. And if wishes were rainbows, she would be pretty-in-pink by now, she thought quickly to herself as a million thoughts raced at once....and then silenced as she refocused her eyes back on him. One question lingering in her head.<br><br>"Whatsss doesss wantsss from messs? I givessss....ifsss youss givesss...tradesss....undersssstandsss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 23:22:38</strong>
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				It was surprising to Simon, how quickly the situation shifted with his offer. It was clear to him that the records he had reviewed on her before this first meeting were severely lacking in details on her personage. They described a savage brutal monster, and while he could see those features within her, he also recognized in her a sharp intellect, and advanced reasoning capabilities. She knew he was not here merely to observe her, and thought to benefit by his own work. Very interesting. The offers she gave intrigued him as well, potentially paving the way to a more reasoned, rational relationship between the two. That would be preferable to keeping her like some sort of inhuman pet. There was also the golden possibility, the idea that she could be trained to assist his own projects, to further the interests of the corporation. It was a distant hope perhaps, but still one that intrigued him with its potential.<br><br>Holding up the datapad for her to see, he tapped one of the security interfaces, inputting his priority access code and then accessing the secure data files which he had access to. It made the process a good deal simpler that the corporation had already classified its subjects by the relative level of threat, and nature of their past crimes. There were any number that might accommodate their shared needs. He scrolled through the list for a moment, considering them with a critical eye as he spoke once more to her, his attention now somewhat divided in pursuit of the task at hand.<br><br>"I think we can reach an equitable arrangement, provided that you willingly submit to the testing I require. I am authorized by the corporation to take all actions necessary to further my work. The loss of test subjects is an expected outcome of that work. I don't believe they need to know the full details of those losses..."<br><br>There was a pause there as he made eye contact briefly with her, showing her a different, less empathetic side of his nature. He could be cruel when it suited him, though this was only a rarely an aspect of his personality on display. He believed wholeheartedly in the idea of the greater good, at least as it applied to his research. The work he did in this facility could better the lives of thousands, and not incidentally his own.<br><br>"I think I have a viable candidate for your consumption, he is currently serving multiple life sentences for a variety of interesting reasons, not the least of which involved desecration, mutilation, and murder of minors. Not precisely a friendly sort, but suitable for consumption. He is here primarily for a neurological scan which has already been performed. He will need to be alive during your consumption though. I will want to observe what neurological effects your venom carries. You and he will both need to way sensors. That goes towards your earlier question by the way. You are here because you are special. Your genetic structure has unique physiological qualities that the corporation has not encountered before. They judged you worthy of study, and it my job to conduct that study. I will be conducting blood tests on you, conducting bioscans, and observing your behavioral and psychological abnormalities. I am trying to find out what makes you, you."<br><br>He paused then, setting the datapad down on a side table as he turned his attention away from the datapad and back to her primarily. He reached to a table, extracting a small sensor from its box and placing into the drawer situated beneath the glass, sliding it across to her side.<br><br>"Put this on. There will be some minor pain as it implants, but it will provide me with full neurological data on you during your feeding. After we have done that, we will see to having your cleaned up and made presentable and comfortable. Is there anything else I can provide you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>21-12-2016, 15:19:36</strong>
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				Her hands pressed flush against the glass on either side of her head as she peered closely at the screen he showed her. Her mind raced ,so many choices, as saliva and venom dripped from her lips in anticipation. His words were meant nothing to her as her eyes snapped quickly to his own and then back to the screen where his finger landed on a rather large male, classified as a Alhn-dorian, and was a deplorable creature. She could easily read the script on his screen, no matter the language it was in, and then nodded and stepped back. <br><br>She listened to him speak, acknowledging the words, but a look of wary fear entered her eyes as she saw the device he transferred to her. It was a simple scanner that was placed on the temple, and integrated into the subject's biologic chemistry in order to scan their vital signs. She knew what would happen...she didnt care...she was so... so.... so....hungry....<br><br>Snatching the device off the table she placed it to her temple. Dropping to her knees, her hands clutched either side of her head, fisting into her gnarled hair as she released a gutteral moan through clenched teeth. The device started to integrate with her and her bio signs went through the roof. Her heart rate, blood pressure, everything started going out of wack as she whimpered and moaned, the venom in her body suddenly coming to life from its relative dormant state to attack. The device began smoking as she refused to remove it. The veins around the device became bulged as the venom attacked the intruder. She told him that she would follow 4 orders...with her full submission...and he would feed her. Placing one weak hand on the glass, she looked up at him, her brow furrowed, and for once she didnt look like the fierce predator she was acting like before. Her pupils fully dilated, her lips parted as tears fell from her eyes as her hand pressed over the device, willing it to stay on...but finally, the metal crumbled and fell from her face. <br><br>"Ssssssorryssss...givesss ssssssanothersss..."<br><br>She opened her palm, willing to receive another device to try and get it to integrate with her again. It seemed as though the burn that the device left behind didnt pain her, rather, it heightened her sensitivity and made her almost weak. The fact that she was half starved didnt help. But in order to get what she wanted...she was willing to do anything he asked. But she knew that anything that tried to invade her body in the past was eliminated by the venom. Medicine, technology, other poisons, the venom immediately would go to it and attack it until it was purged from her system. <br><br>"Issss...cantssss controlsss....pleasssse...." She finally pleaded, her entire body shaking as she placed her bloodied palm against the glass. Her venom dripped heavier now from her fangs due to the heightened activity. Looking away from him finally, she let her head rest against the cold glass, praying his answer would not deny her what she so desired. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 11:55:55</strong>
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				The sensor certainly did it's part in providing more data, though not in the manner that the doctor had in mind. He was both intrigued and concerned by the way that the device crackled and hissed once it had made contact with her skin, watching in dawning realization as it was utterly destroyed by the subject's unique defense system. It was remarkable, and quite unlike anything he had seen before.<br><br>What impressed him most of all though, was her resiliency throughout the endeavor. There was a resigned quality to the manner in which she took the pain, an understanding on her part that pain was just a part of her existence. It spoke volumes about the treatment she had endured in the past, and Simon felt twinges of sympathy towards her, even as the whole situation just drove that much more home, how different she really was. It would, he knew, be a mistake to project human emotions onto her, to think of the subject as anything beyond her three digit identifier, and yet he found himself falling into that trap, at least a little.<br><br>He did his best to compose himself in the aftermath, making some brief notes on the response on his datapad as he struggled to come to terms with this latest roadblock. He was honestly not certain how best to proceed in such a situation. When she suggested that he try another pad though, he was honestly quite startled, remembering only in reflection that she had promised to obey his directives, or 'submit' as she put it. Submitting had an odd ring to it though, and not one he preferred to consider. It brought to mind thoughts of darkness and debauchery, quite apart from the purely scientific study he was engaged in.<br><br>After a moment he responded to her, some measure of concern showing through his words as he spoke. He tried his best to frame his words within the framework of his studies, but it would still be clear to most that there was an element of sympathy and concern to his words.<br><br>"No, I shouldn't think that would be necessary. I didn't...well I didn't mean to hurt you with the last. I'm afraid the notes I have available to me are rather incomplete. That is good in a way, it gives us plenty to uncover together, but I rather think we can judge that experiment upon it's conclusion."<br><br>He pondered the matter for a moment, and then dug through the various sorts of equipment at his disposal, eventually arriving at a small, simply designed, metal collar. Not unlike the sort utilized by some exotic pets. He placed the item on the tray and slid it through to her, providing explanation to her as it came into her field of view.<br><br>"Lets attempt this instead. The compliance collar should provide me with some basic biometric data, but it's not designed to integrate into your actual cellular structure. I think it should provide me with at least some of what we need. The rest can be gathered from your prey. I shouldn't worry about the size either, it will adjust to your measurements. I would caution you though, that device has some...disciplinary applications as well. I can harm the wearer if they act improperly. I will endeavor not to abuse it, but I thought a word of warning was appropriate."<br><br>The truth was this particular collar was one that some of his fellow scientists had used for less ethical avenues of research on test subjects, utilizing some of the more attractive subjects in what they called 'reproductive' research. Simon had always found such outlets a bit unsavory, but&nbsp; it was an unexpected boon to gain a valuable tool from such debauchery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 18:46:58</strong>
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				If there was a clock, the sounds of its tics would have been deafening to her ears as the moments passed slowly. She felt as though she was about to hurl and yet her breath was caught in her throat. Submit. Wait. Do what they say. Those thoughts toiled and repeated in her head over and over again as her body shook. What would happen next? Would he lash out in anger and deny her? Go back on their agreement? It wasn't her fau-<br><br>"No, I shouldn't think that would be necessary. I didn't...well I didn't mean to hurt you with the last. I'm afraid the notes I have available to me are rather incomplete. That is good in a way, it gives us plenty to uncover together, but I rather think we can judge that experiment upon it's conclusion."<br><br>She audibly sighed in relief, and slowly looked up as he held a different device, one she knew....very....well. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Cocking her head slowly, she stood on unstable legs as her left hand clenched at the fabric near her stomach. His explanation of why he wanted to use it was most likely a lie. She knew what would happen once she placed this collar on, it happened to every being who placed one on their neck. They became the faithful dog to whom ever held the button. She had worn one most of her life. She could fight it...but only for so long...and definitely not in the state she was in now. She was too weak, too hungry, too reactionary to have the control she needed to fight its control. <br><br>Reaching up, she grabbed the collar out of the drawer, eyeing it for a moment, knowing the consequences, she placed it around her neck and let it bio lock onto her signature. Then, her eyes flicked up to his, staring unerringly into his eyes. Her lips parted and her jaw slack, she panted as she slowly stood, using the glass wall to steady herself. Fruitlessly her tongue slipped out to taste the air, still, she could not smell him, if she could...his scent would have provided her with some inkling as to how he reacted to her. <br><br>"Iss....wantsss threesss humanssss. Letssss messs feedsss...." She spoke again with clenched teeth, hoping that he would comply. She was so pent up, one bite would most likely drop the first humanoid to overflow, the second and third would bring her down to a bearable level. Maybe he would trust that she knew her body...better than he did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MrThorne</strong> on <strong>05-01-2017, 01:12:50</strong>
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				He saw the hesitation in her gaze, but also the desperation that underpinned it. He felt they both knew that, in the end, she would do as he had asked. It was the only way to obtain what she needed. When she had slipped the collar around her neck, he watched it click int place, observing it with half an eye as his gaze flicked down to the datapad in his hand. The interface of the device had changed now, showing a range of options that the collar could provide. These ranged from simple things like neural locks to disable unruly patients, to stimulant injections, to direct neural stimulation. The collar was a potent tool, but not one essential to his work at this time. Still, it would be useful if things went poorly for their session. As almost an afterthought, he slaved the collar to his own cybernetics, allowing him direct neural control of it's functionality. He doubted she would attempt to harm him directly, but it paid to be cautious.<br><br>Speaking of which, he now became aware of what she had said to him, his mind absently sifting through her unusual accent as his active brain was busy with other matters. Her request for more prey was a bit surprising, and perhaps just a bit unsettling. He had no issue with sacrificing a single life to their experiments, but three...well that would be significantly harder for him to conceal in the paperwork. It was expected that he expend a certain number of subjects during testing, but The Corporation would have questions if three dropped dead in a single encounter. That would be problematic for him.<br><br>Simon eyed her carefully, running a hand absently across her chin as he considered her request. His first inclination was to deny her. Simply, and unequivocally. They had already arrived at terms, and she was now changing the terms of that agreement. Even beyond any potential ethical concerns, he balked at the idea of ceding further ground to her without apparent benefit. It chafed at him on a deeper level, one he was perhaps not ready to concede consciously. <br><br><br>The doctor spoke after a long moment, nodding to himself as he reached his decision, bartering now with the souls of under his control. There was something both sinister and empowering about he notion. The kernel of a greater world he was only just now coming to understand. That she was so very dangerous only made things more interesting. He knew, unequivocally, that she could kill him without a thought. Tear out his throat and feast from him without a second thought. That he held the reins, even so tenuously over her, was intoxicating to consider.<br><br>"I don't know that I can manage three subjects in a single day. I am unfortunately accountable to some others in my research, and while they prefer not to ask questions, that would push the boundaries of my authority. How about if we start with the first, and see how things go. The collar should provide me with the information I need. Once I have an initial baseline, I can make more authoritative recommendations about your care and feeding. Tell me, would you prefer your meal conscious, active, or inert? Most reptiles I have experience with, enjoy the hunt. I can wake him up, provide a stimulant to make him a more active prey for you. I imagine that would please you?"<br><br>It was carefully worded negotiation, veiled as conciliatory speech. Giving her a bit less than she had asked of one thing, in exchange for more of something she might not have considered. He was curious about how she would react to the offer.&nbsp; She was definitely more canny than her file gave her credit for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Project 326 (MrThorne &amp; Viper)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Viper</strong> on <strong>13-01-2017, 20:03:29</strong>
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				Thump-thump. <br><br>Thump-thump.<br><br>Her blood pounded in her ears, rushing and rushing, until the echo drove her to insanity. And yet, the silence was deafening, as it stretched for far too long between them. Her stomach pinched beneath the vice of famine as she struggled to keep from wretching fore she did not want to loose the food she had ingested. Though she knew it didn't matter, she took a few steps back from him, due to the change in situation. Now she had next to no control inside her habitat, she would regret that later, but right now...she just wanted relief.<br><br>She hissed when he finally chose to speak, it echoed, and her brow furrowed furiously. Shaking her head idly, as though she attempted to comprehend, she shook her hand at him. Clearly frustrated to the point exhaustion, she fisted her hands into her hair and clenched her eyes shut, the words jumping around in a jumbled mess that frustrated her. <br><br>"YES-"<br><br>She yelled, realizing she had yelled her response she hissed again and pulled her hands away from her hair and clenched them tight at her sides. Looking back at him, her teeth clenched tight, she responded again.<br><br>"Yesss-jussst givesss.........please"<br><br>She wasn't able to hold back the plea as she receded further back into her cage, her back against the wall, she knelt down whilst keeping the balls of her feet beneath her. Ready and waiting, she could pounce at any moment, and yet she waited...as still as she could be. The venom caused her to shake, the desire to move overwhelmed her, revealing itself as different parts over her would jerk in response. A sudden jerk of her head, the twitching in her fingers, small shifts in her legs. Clearly she expected him to now give, negotiation was over, and she wanted her reward for the collar she willingly placed on her neck, sealing her slavery to the one who held its controls.<br><br>She trembled at the expectation of her prey, to have release, to sate this ever growing need inside her that threatened every thread of sanity she could have possessed. The misery that grew inside her was torturous, how long had she been alone, in one hell after another, a slave to her own need to feed and at the mercy of those who treated her as though she were the very source of destruction. Under the harsh hands of desire, fear, and curiosity left her full of hate and fear. This white coat doctor was merely a means to an end. In time...she would be free again. She would just have to bide her time...and play along. 
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