Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)
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				Title: <strong>Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 23:52:39</strong>
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				(http://www.mikelynchbooks.com/Portals/0/Sky%20Cover%2004.jpg)<br><br>Since the end of the Second Civil War and the Law party took over North America and joined Canada and the United States into the Unified American Empire in 2156, everyone was awoken by the same alarms, every day.<br><br>The screeching of the machines, screams outside the doors, the sparks raining down on Asan, were definitely not those alarms. <br><br>The middle age man groaned as he quickly woke up in the bizarre environment, his hand flying to his face to feel the slow trickle of blood coming from his feathery grey and white hair. As one not used to being injured, his first inspection was to find out how bad the cut was, once convinced he wasn’t in any danger of dying immediately, he focused on what was going on around him. Which was… far from his plans for the day.<br><br>The ship, his ship, wasn’t meant to fly. When he was brought to the mining town to work on more efficient machines for the mines, it was just luck he stumbled across the ship in a scan of the mountain, finding it several hundred feet under the mountain and using the surveys to find a route to the chasm holding the ancient warship. It didn’t take him long to confirm it wasn’t Terran in origin. Holograms had only been established in the past twenty years, and what he labeled as the “Jump” drive was a century beyond current human technology. Thankfully the ship seemed to translate almost everything in the ship for him when he plugged in his tablet in an attempt to synchronize with it. Once he could read the diagnostics, he had spent the past 3 years trying to repair the ship enough to at least go to another continent, or an uncharted island. Anywhere but the UAE which was determined to control everything about its citizen’s lives. <br><br>Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t known about the new cameras put in place on his route to the ship at night and when the guards saw him, the first group called in his ship, and he wasn’t alerted to the small army outside the ship until they actually entered it. Then the alarms which were one of the only systems working for the most part. Knowing he was screwed in almost every possible outcome, he tried the only thing that he could think of that would at least keep him from being brainwashed or killed… or would destroy the entire planet in a wormhole. So as they searched the ship for him, he ignited the engines and for the first time since his discovery, started the entirety of the ship. With navigation down he started what the ship’s logs referred to as a “blind jump”. With no actual direct coordinates, he was inputting a random vector and the ship began building the power needed to make the jump. Unfortunately this also revealed another problem, the shielding system designed to handle the radiation from a Jump through another dimension was damaged, from the Auxiliary control there was nothing he could do to extend the shield but could protect a small area, but that meant everyone outside of it would be bathed in the radiation which even the ship makers didn’t know what it was exactly. <br><br>Except her of course. <br><br>As he shot towards the control panel to assess damage, his first act was confirm the doors were sealed around the two in the Secondary Control room. The room was like a miniature bridge meant for emergency situations where the bridge itself was destroyed. Redundancy at its finest. The screaming from the rest of the ship slowly began to die out as they had been mid jump for nearly twenty minutes now, and he could only hope none of them survived longer than that, for their own sakes. The ship itself was not holding together as well as he had hoped. Fires were breaking out across multiple levels and he was venting atmosphere from several of them to try to prevent it from spreading. <br><br>His clothing was simple, as were most of those in the working class. A green leather jacket, marking him as a scientists which were heavily regulated, but the guards didn’t watch him closely enough after putting him in his apartment to realize he could hack the door open. The pants were a similar color with a black tank top to finish the set with black casual shoes and a belt to match as he rubbed his eyes slowly, his grey and white hair branching like small feathers, stained with red as he tried to access the damage as best he could, his crippled right leg trembling slightly. The metal&nbsp; support frame around his right leg designed to take the weight off his busted knee and allow him to walk, but it was still an unnatural nervous reaction. <br><br>“I suppose this is still better than breaking the fabric of reality.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arrevanthas</strong> on <strong>13-12-2014, 20:47:29</strong>
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				She born for one purpose…to hunt and kill selected targets, orders being rather simple really…to enforce the rules at all cost. From the time she was very young, all Riella knew was the military compound where she trained amongst her peers. She rose through the ranks at an accelerated rate, drawing the attention of the higher ups. It wasn’t something they always did…only to those who caught their attention so she was taken off, experimented on and emerged stronger, more agile, heightened senses and then there was the curious, fully functioning bear ears upon her head, all thanks to the bear DNA that now flowed through her. <br><br>Life had been full of ridged structure, countless physical training on top of weapon training. Her social interactions were minimal at best and she had quickly became infamous in her own squad for her over aggression in training sessions. Despite all of this, she was one of the top soldiers on her way to join the elite with near perfect marks. <br><br>Normally, he would have blended in with the others even despite the brace that he wore to help him walk. He seemed harmless. If it wasn’t for the fact that he broke curfew and they caught him on camera, he would have been undetected. It didn’t help that the ship he went into was not on any records they had. Her squad along with several others had been called to act with the orders to bring him back alive for decommissioning which was preferred but they were allowed to use as much force as necessary. Death of the mark was always viewed as an unfortunate incident in which the mark would not cooperate. <br><br>She stepped onto the ship, those green eyes darting around her surroundings and trying to make as many mental notes as possible. Where could he have gone? Surely he couldn’t have gotten too far inside right? Then again, he had the advantage…he knew the ship. Figuring it to be standard despite how old it truly was, Riella moved her squad in. They all knew their duties, the groups fanning out as they passed each door way while Riella and several others pushed forward. They had no idea what to expect or whether he was truly dangerous or not. <br><br>The sound of the engines only made the group move quicker, scattered comms passing back and forth between everyone, some frantic, others more calm and collected. “Franz, get to the engines and try to disable them!” Riella sent over the comm before she entered the makeshift bridge, leaving the rest behind at the door to make sure there were no surprises. His back was to her, Riella shifting into a defensive stance as she moved ever closer and raising her weapon. “Put your hands up!” She yelled, trying to get him to stop what he was doing. But it was too late…<br><br>The vessel lunged and lurched, the very flooring seeming to give way. Many of the military squad fell back, stumbled on their trek or was thrown, face first into the ground. “Don’t make me sh-“her words were cut off as she was thrown back. Cursing under her breath and noting the door that was now shut, Riella climbed back up to her feet. Circuitry was popping lose, spitting sparks everywhere…small fires erupted along some of the consoles. Her mind was numb as she looked around in an almost panic, hearing the screams of her squad in her comm. “What did you do?!” she screamed at the man before she lost her footing and fell back, hitting her head rather hard upon the floor, making the world go dark before her. <br><br>She wasn’t aware of how much time passed, her whole body aching. She blinked, looking up, trying to let her eyes refocus and her mind to clear. With a groan, she rolled to her side, using a bit of strength to push herself up to a sitting position. “What…” her voice was hoarse and there was terrible taste of blood in her mouth. Her weapon has no in her sight.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>14-03-2015, 21:56:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I’ll shorten this so you get most of it before you try to stop me.” The man said rapidly as he typed on the laptop wired into the main console allowing him to interact with the alien machine with a familiar interface. The holograms that displayed from the panel had clearly been modified to be easier to understand for humans but still had untranslated segments. “When your team rushed me, I was left with two options. Be captured, or start a blind jump. And as I doubt you are familiar with the concept. I basically created a miniature black hole that we fell into the wormhole of. Looks like the Earth didn’t get eaten as well. So small bonuses. But, the problem was, I wasn’t done reparing the ship, so the shields failed on most of the ship. The best I could do was cut the power from other segments and shield this regen and the residence quarters.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The typing never slowed or stop as he spoke, instead he opened a second laptop and began typing on it with one hand. “Problem is that means the majority of the ship… which included your group, just were bathed in a form of radiation even the aliens who made this ship don’t know anything about. From what I can tell, this ship made it to earth after making a blind jump and the logs end there, so no idea what happened to them. A lot of logs and so forth I haven’t translated.”<br><br>Moving towards another panel he hooked up a third laptop to it and sighed softly. “I have a hundred alerts going off now and all of them are beyond these doors. Much less the fact we have no food or water here.” He muttered as he ran to a fourth panel and began to pull it open. Unlike the other ones, the panel was not already ready to be wired up. As he began to strip wires and conduit crystals he turned his head to face the woman for the first time. “I know it probably doesn’t seem like it. But I have no intention of harming you or really anyone, I just want to be free. Right now, unless certain systems come up, we are dead soon anyway.” He admits slowly, his feather like hair stained red along the back from his head injury and his suit torn at a few places. <br><br>The control room was a good bit of a mess. The blue trail of glowing circuits in the wall and floor was broken t locations and it was clear several panels had lost power as he sat down in front of the panel he was trying to wire, though his eyes never left her. If it came down to it, he was dead. Even though he had her gun in his back pocket, almost literally. He hadn’t checked her, so he assumed she had a backup weapon but he wasn’t threaten her, but just ideally not get killed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arrevanthas</strong> on <strong>20-03-2015, 19:54:59</strong>
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				He began to speak. Everything he said seemed to just fly over her head. It was an area that she was not trained it so he might has well have been speaking a whole new language. He continued to speak while setting up these various computers and moving about. Her brow furrowed as she tried to absorb what he was saying but ultimately, most of it went in one ear and out the other save the most important parts, <em>Systems on the ship failed</em> and <em>aliens</em>. Coming to her own conclusions, she frowned deeply. Due to his actions, he killed her crew…or at least as far as she was concerned, they were gone. <br><br>Being stuck on a foreign vessel with her mark did not leave a pleasant taste in her mouth and it only worsened as she realized that neither of them had any idea of where they were. Her eyes narrowed as she met his gaze, that stubborn streak showing in an attempt to block any fear. Raking her fingers through those honey colored locks, Riella pulled her gaze from his and looked around the room once again. “Can you fix this bucket?” she asked, quirking a brow. It seemed that she was going to need him alive at least…for the time being until she was sure she was able to get back safely.<br><br>This whole scenario did not sit well with her as those light colored eyes turned back to him, watching him carefully as he moved to the broken panel, their gazes locked. She sized him up, trying to assess just how dangerous he was. He didn’t seem very dangerous given he wore a brace on his leg and with her training, she was positive that she could easily take him out if needed. With that completed, Riella seemed to relax just a bit as she waited for his answer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tick</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 08:47:23</strong>
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				“I assume you want the very minimum amount of technical explanation on that. Answer is maybe. As I said, ship wasn’t meant to fly, we are bleeding out of almost everything we need to live currently. Power, air, food supplies, water. First and foremost we need to fix the conduits to stop ourselves from just… bleeding out all our power.” Finishing up his terminal he begins to type and sighs softly as he swiftly works on the machine as fast as he can. “I’ll keep the list of problems short for n-…” cutting off he began to stare at his screen for several long seconds before tapping a few times. “Or… everything is just… getting worse.” The owl enhanced man running his hand through his feathery hair slowly.<br><br>The wounds and cuts along his form were forgotten as he seemed to be greatly distracted by something as he pulled up something onto a large hologram in front of him. The image was blurry and distorted making it almost impossible to tell. “Internal scanners damaged.. but, something is out there.” He said softly as he limped to the door slowly before grabbing thick level to the door you entered through and yanks it with all his weight down causing a series of thick deadbolts to seal the door shut. “The majority of them seem to be that way. But something… inhuman is out there now. I could make assumptions.. but I would hate for me to be right.” The older male said softly before running his hand over his face. Moved to the forward door he sealed it as well before moving to the computers and bringing up a holographic map in the center of the room. It was staticky and ugly, but it showed the general area. A series of red blobs made up the areas to the sides and were slowly beginning to distribute outwards.<br><br>“We need to get to the engine room. We need to seal the doors to it so I can get there, but currently we need to manually switch to the solid power conduits. There is a panel with a number of switches. We need to flip specific ones off. I have the bad conduits listed. We won’t be able to power everything like before but we will not run out of power in a week, which is our current problem. And with some repairs another jump would be possible.” He explained slowly as he limped over to another panel before his pale face turned to face her. “Can you handle that? The manual levels for the emergency doors should be fairly obvious. Just seal every door not needed to get there from here to there. I’ve sealed the crew quarters so that we have some food and water for now and nothing will get into the quarters. So we can worry about that problem later.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genes and Machines (Arevanthas and Tick)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arrevanthas</strong> on <strong>17-04-2015, 04:57:16</strong>
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				Her eyes widened in horror at the indefinite answer. Maybe? That just wasn’t good enough for her. Riella had never been one to live by what ifs and maybes…she was about action and making it happen. Shaking her head, she frowned, “This ship was meant to fly at some point in its past…right? So…” Her statement has been abandoned as quickly as it had started. His sudden change in demeanor only seemed to raise her anxiety, those light green eyes darting around the room for a brief moment, as if the problem would be easily seen there. “Everything…is getting worse? What else could possibly be worse than this?” Her voice had raised an octave, that growing sense of urgency rising within. <br><br>“Something…is out there? What? What could possibly be out there?” Her stomach knotted as she watched him limp towards the door and seemingly seal it. She couldn’t help but look to his braced leg, finding it curious but it was one thought lost amongst the whirling emotions within her at that moment. Riella began to pace, raking her fingers through those honey blond tresses of her though the stubborn strands seemed to wish to remain hanging in her face. Inhaling deeply, she moved to the hologram, looking the map over.<br><br><br>“So…the engine room…” she muttered to herself, trying to commit as much of the map to memory as possible. Navigation had always been a weaker point of hers but given the current situation and the man’s apparent injuries, there was no other choice really. Sighing heavily, she looked to him. “I can do it…but how do you expect me to go out there when you said something is out there? Am I to fight off everything with my bare hands?” Quirking a brow, Riella’s lips drew into a tight line across her face, clearly not happy about this. “Is there a way for you to communicate with me as well? I mean…I am not the best navigator and I would like to get there as quickly as possible.” <br><br>If this was the only way to survive…by relying on her mark for aid then so be it. At this point, he was her only hope of getting back home. 
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