Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf & DarkRose15)
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				Title: <strong>Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-12-2013, 11:30:17</strong>
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				Even the lightest footsteps seemed to echo down empty passageways and reverberate through abandoned rooms, as the point squad of Colonial Marines moved away from the airlock. Random lights, all red in color, flickered now and then, as surges of energy managed to reach the emergency systems. The blaring klaxons, which should have been trying to deafening the boarding party, were silent and dead, the speakers either blown out or that system too damaged to function. Beams of pure white light cut through the darkness, moving side to side and up and down, from lamps attached to helmets and weapons of the soldiers, following where they were looking or pointing their firearms. Here and there, sometimes whole deck, the gravity plates on the floor had failed, leading to unexpected sections of weightlessness.<br><br>Every sailor and marine wore a vac suit, even though the air was testing as breathable, if stale. However the environmental readers would only pick up poisons they had been programed with or compounds known on Earth or one of the colonies. However, whoever had attacked the derelict human ambassadorial ship, could have easily used a substance that would be undetectable to human gear or senses. So until they were back aboard the assault shuttle, with it’s scrubbers and heavy duty scanners, no one was going without the protective gear, not even with the atmosphere reading clean. <br><br>The suits both branches of the Colonial Defense Authority were alike. Lightweight but strong fabric, made of a composite material and treated to stop cosmic radiation. The seams were reinforced and sealed, with a large number of pouches, pockets and built in belts, for tools and other necessities. The helmet were plysteel, with wide, clear faceshields, allowing those wearing them a great deal of peripheral vision. Backpack units carried powerpacks, an air scrubber, water and a survival paste, which could keep a human, wearing the suit correctly, alive for five days, along with small jets, to help them navigate in the viod. There were only two differences. The first was the color coding. Both branches wore mostly blue suits, however they had different shoulder patches, marine suits had red shoulders, naval personnel had white shoulders. The other difference was that marine suits had thin, armor plates between the layers of fabric of the suit. <br><br>“This is spooky Sir” said Private Jose Teray, glancing back to look at Lieutenant Jase Campbell, who was both the commander of the Colonial Marine detachment and the current mission commander, “Like we’re in a graveyard. Should you be on point with us?” <br><br>“Scans said this can was empty” answered Lieutenant Campbell, his voice steady and calm for the men and women listening to the comm channel, “I don’t see why I would have to say with the shuttle.”<br><br>“Scans never pick up anything in horror holos” came the half mutter from Corporal Roby “Wrong Time” Rookson, who flenched when he realised that his comm was set to transmit, hunching his shoulders as if expecting a blow.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m not worried about aliens” added in Willie Rigarc, another Corporal, “I’m worried about the space squids coming up behind us. Some idiot gave them guns!”<br><br>“This ain’t a horror holo” growled the squad’s sergeant, a broad, dark skinned man by the name of Tony Flenes, ‘And those never have real marines in ‘em, just some pussy actors tryin ta be marines. Now stop runnin your mouths and keep your eyes front.” <br><br>Jase chuckled to himself, after making sure his comms weren’t about to transmit the sound to the rest of the squad around him. Shifting his carbine to a one handed grip, he reached into one of the pockets of his suit and drew out a thin pad. Tapping on it, to bring the device to life, he quickly brought up a diagram of the civilian model transport ship. Scrolling through it, he matched the technical drawings to the deck he was on and found that the scouts were about to enter into the main mess hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 03:21:30</strong>
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				Her cryopod had only opened after the power grid had finally died. It'd held out for a reasonably long time, obviously long enough because when the pod creaked and groaned open, she sat up feeling weakened and tired as she brushed aside the chilled mists. The destruction around her was intense, it hadn't been like this when she'd been put under....what the hell happened!? Computer screens were completely dead, frayed wires sticking out ever so often in places where the panels looked to have been torn up like paper. Shivering, she moved to stand up. Her legs failed her, wobbling as she began to sink to the ground rapidly. Quick thinking and still decent reflexes allowed her to grab hold of the edge of the pod so she wouldn't meet the sterilized floor with her face. Confusion was still rampant in her thoughts as she looked down at the ground and began to stubbornly push herself to her feet. <br><br>It took awhile before she was able to walk without leaning as she tried to survey the scenery. There'd been a fight....a nasty one. Clearly the ambassadors hadn't won, ever so often she'd see the remnants of bodies and felt a revulsion as she thought she'd puke. Looking away, she tried to remember more. Her mind was cloudy...she remembered she'd been taken prisoner. She'd been vocal about the newly presented potential alliance between the Earthlings and the Yutani. Something about it reeked of trickery, and she'd done her best to try and discourage it along with others who agreed with her. As she continued her thoughts, she began to feel a soreness as well as she continued to push her legs and arms to work properly. She kept her eyes peeled for a medic, but so far she was having absolutely no luck. The walls were dirty, in some places there were impressive dents and other testaments to the carnage that she'd slept through. <br><br>Why couldn't she remember more? She shook her head, scowling as her blue-tinted skin began to change colors to a more darkened shade. Her kind were known to be unable to really hide their emotions, their skin almost acting as a natural mood ring. She was sure this was what had wound up getting her caught as she eventually found a bed that wasn't covered in dried blood and sat down. It felt like she'd run a marathon, her body aching. SHe had to have been out for more than a few months. Her foggy memories swirled around in the thick fog of her mind as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead into her palms while her feet rested on the floor. The air was musty, stale, and devoid of the clean if artificial scent that somehow felt safe.<br><br>Her stomach rumbled, as she rubbed it through the thin fabric of the white tank top she wore. Food would be necessary soon, but she knew she'd be able to last far longer than a human could without it. It'd just be highly unpleasant. Something nagged at the back of her brain, and panic rose a bit in her throat. Were the Earthlings and Yutani allied now? Wasn't this what she was fighting against? She knew she had been...she just couldn't remember why. But she knew she couldn't sit still, she had to keep moving. She had to get up, and keep moving and see if she could find an escape pod or rig that she could use to get home. How safe she'd be there she didn't know, but she did not want to be here if any of the enemies were still aboard.<br><br>After an hour of allowing herself to try and rest she finally got to her feet and began to talk quietly around the ship. Every room she went by she poked her head in, attempting to find a weapon to use if it was needed. So far, no luck. Cursing under her breath she continued until she heard the sound of footsteps. They weren't too far off, as she squinted her eyes to look down the very dimly lit hall way of the ship's corridor. It sounded like they were coming down another hall and about to possibly make a turn her way or go straight <em>FUCK!!</em>, she screamed silently.. Her heart pounding, she moved as quickly as she could to duck into the nearest room. Looking around, her eyes scanned the area and she managed to finally spot a weapon. It appeared to be a pulse rifle. With a sigh of relief, she ran towards it, the sound of her footsteps carrying more than she intended as she ducked behind what was once a fairly nice looking executive style desk. <br><br>Cradling her weapon, she shook but managed to keep still as she hid and waited for the danger to pass. If they were humans, she couldn't trust them. They could have joined forces with the Yutani, and then they'd either kill her her lock her up. And she wasn't going willingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 04:31:51</strong>
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				The squad of Marines swept through the mess hall with ease. The place had been smashed, tables and chairs upended all over the place. It would have provided a a hellish position to assault, if the large room had been filled with enemies but it was empty of living beings and all the cover that the overturned tables would have provided, were negated by the large chucks, which had been blasted out of them. The damage was recorded and tested but whoever had attacked the ship had sterilized it, the blasts had been cut from the tables and carried away, the bulkheads scrubbed of weapon residue and all the bodies removed. The Marine's scanners even showed that trace elements of blood had been cleaned away, leaving no trace of those that had fought and died aboard the ship. <br><br>The thirteen Marine around Lieutenant Campbell were edgy, the lights attached to weapons and helmets flicking back and forth, as the troops twitched at every dancing shadow. Moving on from mess hall they began to sweep through a long corridor, running straight down the spine of the ship. On either side were offices, when had been converted from what had normally been small crew quarters, when this transport had been a deep space cargo hauler. But since the ship wasn't hauling cargo and had a need for offices, for the small company of clerks and under ambassadors, who would want to be close to the food and their cabins. This of course, meant a slow, time consuming crawl down this corridor, as the marine checked each and every office. Not that it was any salve to their nervousness, in fact, every abandoned chamber only seemed to increase that twitchy sense of unease. <br><br>As such, Private Jose nearly blasted the slight, fleeting shadow that flashed across the edge of his vision and ducked into one of the offices. The only reason a hot flash of ionized energy didn't scream down the corridor, was Sergeant Flenes, who had also seen the shadow and knocked the barrel of Jose's carbine down towards the floor. Shaking his finger at the Private, the Sergeant waved the rest of the squad forward, while looking back at Campbell. There was a silent moment between the two senior Marines, before the followed up behind the twelve others, all with weapons pointed towards the office, as they quietly slipped around both sides of the door.<br><br>"This is&nbsp; Lieutenant Campbell" said Jase, his voice booming out of his helmet speakers, to echo up and down the corridor, "Of the Colonial Defense Authority Marine Corps. Just come on out, we wont hurt you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:13:06</strong>
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				Breathing heavily, Kyara stayed right where she was. Already she'd been fired on, and that alone gave her even less reason to step forward. Still, she listened as she pressed herself against the overturned desk, shrinking down to hide herself as best she could. Closing her eyes, her skin began to darken, allowing her minor camouflage provided she didn't move too much. It was a nice defense mechanism, but it only worked so well as she waited to hear approaching footsteps. <br><br>She tried to think for a moment as a voice called out. The title sounded like a rank, a rank that Earthlings used. Scowling, she turned her head a little, as she made an attempt to try and decide. <em>I'm not going to be taken in again...fuck that!</em>, she thought, opting to momentarily drop her her camouflage and tilt her head upwards and allow her to look over the edge of the desk.<br><br>Anyone looking in would see the faintest flash of someone, or something, laying in wait. It was more than apparent that they needed more persuading, or that they flat out didn't trust them.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:46:24</strong>
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				For a moment, it seemed like the entire squad had gone chasing after a ghost. Nothing moved inside the office, no one answered the Lieutenant's request to come out. Then, there was the faintest hint of moment, a slight, ghostly wisp behind the mighty desk in the room. Soldiers, hardened troops used to dealing with the ugly aftermath of pirates, focused on that. The foremost Marines sighted carbines and then dropped their aim, ready to start blasting apart the cover this ghost had found. Well, almost all of the foremost Marines. Lieutenant Campbell glared at the stop for a moment, before stepping into the doorway, holding his weapon up towards the ceiling. The light, its source attached the to barrel of his carbine, filled the office with a dull, soft glow. <br><br>"You can come on out" he said again, believing that he was dealing with a frightened survivor, rather then an alien stowaway, "We were sent to find you. You don't need to worry, we're Marines and we've got a warship, you have nothing to fear." 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:59:49</strong>
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				<em>A warship!? Marines!?</em>, she thought, panic rising in her throat rapidly. Oh god, were they already allied with the Yutani? That was the only thing that made any sense, who else would send troops to search a deteriorating ship? They wanted to take her hostage, she was not going to let that happen. Somehow she would fight this, as she shook her head. Her brain was still foggy, she must have been out for a substantial amount of time. She was stupid, she hadn't checked to see if she could find any working computer to tell her the date.<br><br>She'd been spotted however, seeing the room light up a little bit as she ducked down. "The fuck is a warship coming out this way!?" she said, clutching the pulse rifle to her chest. She rose, pointing it with pretty decent aim towards the man she believed to be speaking to her. "You're not fucking taking me in! I'm not going back!" she said, her finger slipping to the trigger.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 08:01:52</strong>
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				Campbell wasn't prepared for the reaction his words had. While he had been speaking in what the Yutani had called the Common Language, it had merely been because there was only the slightest chance he was dealing with a none-human. Any member of the ambassadorial party or the ship's crew would have expensive translator computers, about the size and thickness of the nail on a pinky finger, implanted into their skulls, so they would understand what the was saying. What he wasn't expecting, was someone garbling about the warship he had mentioned and then popping up to point a weapon at his chest!<br><br>Time seemed to stop for the Colonial Marine and little details starting popping out. The first thing that caught his trained eyes, was the weapon. It was old or at least it was old in weapon generations. It was a pulse rifle, one of the first reliable and cheap models produced but low in power compared to the carbine in his hand, aimed uselessly at the ceiling. They we generally only found in civilian hands, even out in the colonies and someone aboard the ship, most likely a sailor, must have brought it along for personal defense. Then he realized who was pointing the rifle at him. It was a woman, a scantily dressed, blue woman. She looked nothing like the images of the Yutani he had been shown, who looked mostly human but with green skin, four fingered hands, hairless with ridges along their skulls. She was very human, just blue skinned. Maybe she was one of the unnamed aggressive invaders the Yutani had been begging for help against? <br><br>"Now wait just a" <br><br>Whatever else the Lieutenant was going to say, was lost, as the pulse rifle fired. A lance of pure energy shot out and struck him square in the chest. Low powered the rifle might be and stopped by plates of armor over his lungs, it still had enough force to pick the human off his feet and hurl him back, slamming his back against the bulkhead of the corridor. Marines twitched, fingers ready on triggers but their Sergeant was faster. Unlike the rest, Flenes had pulled out a pistol sized stungun, instead of his more lethal carbine. While the rang was long, he could at least knock the rifle from the woman's hands with the jolt. Being the fastest shot, he fired first, slamming a painful bolt into the woman, before changing forwards, pulling the carbine from his shoulder. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 08:07:35</strong>
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				<em>MOTHERFUCKER!!</em>, she thought, as the Lieutenant hit the wall but wasn't overly injured. <em>Useless piece of shit!</em>, she growled but before she could attempt another shot she felt a stinging sensation in her shoulder as she cried out, the pulse rifle falling from her hands to the floor with a loud clang. She hissed, her skin beginning to take on a reddish tint.<br><br>She began to frantically look for another means of defense, but she was sorely lacking as she knew the only option she had was to try and make a run for it. <em>You only live once...</em>, she thought, attempting to dart away cradling her injured shoulder that still smarted something wicked.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 08:39:21</strong>
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				Flenes was ready, as the stranger made an attempt to flee. He had been expecting her to drive for the old pulse rifle but it only took him half a step to correct his stance, as she tried to dart around his armored form. In one smooth motion, he pulled the carbine free and slammed the butt of the weapon into the woman's stomach, bring her to a dead stop. Before she could recover, he jerked the butt of the carbine up, knocking her aside the temple and dropping her to the ground, out cold. Kneeling down, he pinned her hands, just encase the blow hadn't been as stunning as he thought it would be, before glancing back at his fallen leader. <br><br>"You alright LT" asked the sergeant.<br><br>"Just embarrassed" came Campbell's voice over the comm, as the man himself struggled back to his feet, one hand against his helmet and the other blindly groping for his weapon. Pausing for a moment, he took in the capture of the stranger, before he seemed to nod. "We have support moving up. Hold until they get here, then we're heading back to the ship with the prisoner. I have a few questions I want to ask her."&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes Sir!"<br><br>A little more then half an hour later, Jase Campbell stood outside the airlock to an interrogation cell. When they had come aboard the Frigate <em>Broadsword</em>, their still unconscious prisoner had been carried deep into the bowels of the ship's brig and placed in the barren room. There was nothing more then a pair of chairs and a table in there, with her in one of the chairs, her hands ziptied behind her back and through the slots of the chair, making sure she couldn't escape, when she woke up.<br><br>The Lieutenant himself had changed out the vac suit. Free of the armored protection, it was very plain what he looked like. Standing a good six feet and four inches tall, he had broad shoulders and strong, well defined chest. Shortly cut black hair covered the top of his head and tried to grow into a beard, but all he would allow it to do, was a stubble, formed from a lapse in shaving for a few days. Proud blue eyes dominated his face, staring down a strong, straight nose and making his square jaw. The blue uniform he worse bulged slightly around powerful arms and muscled legs, as he flexed his limbs, waiting for the lone camera in the cell to pick up moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 08:47:37</strong>
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				The blow to the stomach knocked the wind out of her, and before she could try again the dark embrace of unconsciousness took her down again. Kyara began to awaken sometime later, groaning as her eyes slowly started to open. Her head was throbbing, as was her gut. <em>Son...of a...bitch..</em>, she thought, groaning more as her head began to lift up a little. Tugging a bit with her hands revealed she was soundly tied, which made her growl a little.<br><br>"Ugh..." she muttered, starting to come to more quickly as she recognized a holding cell. She paled, trying to stand up. "No! No fucking way!" she tried to leap to her feet, but the chair was a sturdy one and the zip ties made the movement painful. Unfortunately, she knew for the moment her ass was grass as she slumped into the chair. It didn't help she was still dealing with some of the effects of cryostasis, but for the moment she was just looking around.<br><br>She looked like someone who expected to be killed or thrown back in to cryosleep. Neither of which was terribly appealing. Why couldn't she remember why she'd been against the Yutani/Human alliance? She remembered being against it, joining with others to vocalize their dissent, but the reason as to why eluded her. <em>Dammit..</em>, she thought, looking around to see what her chances of escape were if she had one.<br><br>No....no she'd done more than dissent. Her eyes widened as she began to remember more. She'd actually <em>fought</em> against the Yutani. Somehow her mind had become confused, but now the fog was lifting. The Yutani had come to her planet, doing the same thing they'd done with the Earthlings. And her people had fallen for it. By the time they started to form their military it was almost too late. It was a bloody, and brief battle. That part was still fuzzy, but she could hear screaming in her mind, and found herself hoping those particular memories didn't return.<br><br><em>I escaped.....I escaped and I...I was trying to get to Earth to warn them.....</em>, she thought, deep in thought when the door to the holding cell began to open.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 09:34:23</strong>
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				There was a slight beeping suddenly, as Jase leaned against the bulkhead, waiting for the prisoner to wake up, as the camera picked up movements inside&nbsp; the room. He jerked upright and tapped on the control panel, silencing the beeping and unlocking door. Then, for some reason, he used his rank to override the camera controls, shutting them down, before he opened the door. He wasn't sure why he did that but some part of his mind demanded that there be no video evidence that they had an alien aboard, no proof that she lived or died in their custody.&nbsp; Straightening his uniform, he opened the door slowly, as if this was a very day interview with a captured smuggler or pirate and stepped inside.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Barely glancing at the blue woman, he strode into the cell, letting the door close behind him and sat down in the chair on the other side of the table. Glancing at the woman, he pulled out a data pad from his pocket and began flipping through the digital pages for a few moments, before setting the thing down at looking her over. For long moments, he said nothing, letting her tension build, letting what fear or anger she might have grow, until it might let her say something she might otherwise try to conceal from him. <br><br>"So" said Jase in a conversational tone, "Lets start with the easy questions. Who and what are you?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 09:47:26</strong>
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				Kyara watched him enter, his gaze averted as he made his way towards the other chair opposite her. After a brief glance, his gaze returned to his data pad and he appeared to be searching for something. She knew what he was up to, she'd been interrogated before. She stayed mostly calm, but her gaze still held a note of apprehension as she never let her gaze go anywhere but his own.<br><br>"Why do you want to know?" she said, lifting her chin up a bit defiantly. "You gonna' untie me?" she asked, having an idea he wasn't going to do anything of the sort. She looked to be from the planet Weyla, but she wasn't going to volunteer any information. Weylan humanoids often had blue skin, and other soldiers often joked about the fact they were like walking, talking mood rings. <br><br>She also wondered what he might know of her home world. Well, what was left of it. According to most news outlets of any kind, Weyla had experienced natural phenomenon on such a grand scale that most of the planet had been wiped out. Those who survived had been taken under the "protection" of the Yutani. That's what they believed anyway, and any other information had been vigorously suppressed. She'd tried to look up information to take with her before her escape and had come up dry.<br><br>She still had no idea if the humans were with her enemies or not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 04:02:46</strong>
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				Jase arched his eyebrow and very nearly sighed at the great show of bravado of the alien sitting across from him. Like he hadn't heard or seen the same act before, smugglers mostly, some pirates or corporate raiders that got caught. They would bluster and be abusive, throwing insults at him until they heard that he or some other official broke the news that they had sound the cargo, or had evidence of their crimes. Of course, that wouldn't work here but maybe there was another way to get her to talk. <br><br>"I just want to fill out my action report" said the Marine, "With the correct species. I tend to get shit from my superiors when I get shot but I have to deal with pencil pushers when I can't fill out the forms correctly. They tend to be annoying bastards, probably because they're not real Marines. And no, I'm not going to untie you. You shot me last time your hands were free and I don't need to fill out a second report because you tried to punch me or something like that. One's enough. So, Name and Species."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 04:26:42</strong>
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				She smirked. He was tough, and she didn't doubt he could seriously kick some ass and fight with the best. But she'd already dealt with being a Yutani prisoner. A human prison would be far less intimidating and she'd be more likely to live. She turned her head down a little meeting his eyes. "Why should I tell you anything? You're just going to throw me in another cell like the others did."<br><br>She leaned back, relaxing her shoulders and watching him. "I'm not exactly fond of being shot at either smart ass. Maybe you should talk to your men about firing for the hell of it before you get on my case?" she said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 04:45:04</strong>
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				"Tough little bitch huh" Jase mused, still not impressed with the act he was getting, "Well maybe answering me will get you thrown in a cell and maybe refusing gets you thrown out an airlock instead. Ever think of that one?" <br><br>A roguish smile across the officer's face, as he leaned back in his chair, watching the blue women with unrevealing eyes. Of course he really wasn't going to toss her out an airlock. While the CDAMC might not be the polished soldiers of the Official Sol Fleet Marines or the United Earth Armies and they might be accused of being little more then pirates, they weren't that cruel or sloppy. They were professions, just a little more relaxed then the military of the home system. Of course she wouldn't know any of that. For all she knew, his words could be taken at face value, humans would really space prisoners if they didn't answer simple questions. <br><br>"As for my Marines" he continued, "You were creeping around in the shadows, on board of the ship that clearly had seen battle and had been scrubbed, then left to float in empty space. I would be very upset if my Marines hadn't taken a shot at you. On the other hand, you shot me, when I was standing in the open, my hands raised in peace, in the light, trying to talk to you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 04:56:22</strong>
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				She just smiled, then her smile faded a little as she eyed him. Neither option seemed too tempting, but she didn't have much to lose at the moment so she still kept her trap shut.<br><br>He did have a nice smile, and he was good at hiding his emotions or intentions. It was a shame he wasn't like her, it'd be much easier to gauge things that way. His posture was confident, and she didn't have to really go any deeper. For the moment he had the upper hand and she felt herself wince a little as he said he'd been attempting to be peaceful with her. "Again, I was shot at. I'm sure you can understand I'd be less likely to believe that statement after being fired on. I just woke up from cryostasis so forgive me for not being too keen on conversing when I have no idea what the fuck happened."<br><br>"What happened with the Yutani?" she said, turning it around. She'd escaped and been captured and thrown in cryostasis. Kyara had tried to tell the diplomats before the fight went down but they just ignored her. Tried to warn them, but of course the second they saw she had a BOLO they thought it would be better to send her to the very beings she was trying to warn them against. "How long was I out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 06:25:43</strong>
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				"As far as we can tell" said Jase, "The Yutani were never here. No one was ever here, except for our missing crew and you and we only know our crew was aboard that ship, because of the records of them leaving and a handful of personal effects left aboard. We have no idea how long you've been out, if you were in cryostasis, the ship's memory banks were wiped, only a few hard coded programs keep that ship running at all, which I suppose is lucky for you. I don't know if you were rescued, left behind or just unluckily enough to be aboard when we reached the wreck." <br><br>Most of the Marines were convinced that the prisoner they had taken, as responsible for the missing her. Well not all by herself but her people were, which made her and her people the enemies of humanity. The officers, which in this case was a single man, wasn't so sure but he had no concerns over treating her like a hostile. It was plain enough to him that she was trying to hid things about what happened aboard the transport. The Naval personal on the other hand, wanted more proof before they would file an official report, which might be due to the fact that none of their comrades had been shot, leading to a slightly unbiased view point. <br><br>"So" mused Campbell, "I answered your question, now do I need to ask mine a third time or should I just be letting the crew know I need an airlock?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lies told through the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; DarkRose15)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 20:48:03</strong>
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				Her skin became a reddish for a moment as she glared as he again threatened her with being tossed out an air lock. She looked away, grumbling for a few minutes before turning to look at him. "My name is Kyara. I'm from Weyla." she said, and just sat there.<br><br>She thought for a minute about what he'd said, that there was no evidence the Yutani had been aboard at any point. And that the crew had left minus personal effects. "That's very interesting." she said, but she wasn't being a smart ass, she was thinking. It was standard Yutani behavior in her eyes, they were very good at hiding their agenda and these humans appeared more than happy to be spoon-fed large quantities of Yutani shit.<br><br>"So you had people here, and they left? They just left the ambassadors like that? Why in the world would you do something so retarded?" she muttered. Either they were allied or he was thick-headed. "Doesn't any of this seem a little suspicious to you? I mean think for a minute. Really think about it. Is this the first or second ship sent to Yutani that hasn't made it back?" she looked at him, gauging his reaction to her words.
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