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Victor yelped and tried to break free of the cabby's hole on him, but he was too late. The doors slammed shut and he looked nervously around. He held on for dear life as the car raced away from the point where he had been picked up and to the underground. He sighed as he recognized an all too familiar environment. A proud metropolis standing on wobbly supports of the poor. It was really like he was back on BP, so he removed his pack of Bezi cigarettes from his jacket and sighed. Sliding one of the familiar cigarettes into his mouth. He light up the spiced and sweet flavored cigarette, filling the cab with the unfamiliar smoke for the cabby. "Fine... Let's get this stupid meeting over with... maybe my day of reckoning has come..." He said as he clutched the small figure with one hand, and used his other hand to grab his cigarette between his index and middle finger like a woman.
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Scaleback's face light up as Zozzy reassured him, and he finally stood up straight. "Thank you, pretty lady! Me feel better now!" He said rather proudly. He grew suspicious of Borfiar coming at him with a pin, and his body tensed up, but once he looked at it, he relaxed again. "Yes! We show bankers we good and they bad!"
Trumoni simply started eating without comment, allowing Rose to do the same. All around the room were other Gradrix Cultists, properly converted ones. And it was a surprisingly civil and normal place despite the circumstances. Friend groups were sitting together, composed of the three main races here. Those being humans, Fatimazda, and the occasional Gradrix Watrike. Everybody seemed to doing rather alright, though seemed to make little prayers after they were finished eating to this statue of Tyfrondor in the center of the room.
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Dosk shrugged, "I dunno. Lunch would be nice I guess. Don't know what I'm allowed to eat though."
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Cirece tried to find a periscope of her own to look through so she could get a look at the defenses for herself.
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Mierl nodded and kept walking, but seemed confused on one point, "We shall. But I am curious as to one thing. You mentioned inferior genetics. Why do the Zerg strive for physical perfection in such a fashion? Is there is a greater goal in play, or are you merely working to provide the best service to your overriding controller?"
The Warlord laughed as she admitted her interest. He had been completely unsure if she actually cared about the place, but now he knew he had a real piece of leverage to work with. Still, he grunted, as he wasn't fond of being treated like the henchman, and decided to just get to the point, "I really don't care for the threats, or your time. Now, my errand. As you are no doubt aware, my safehouse in the area just got raided. Obviously that means somebody tipped Bazaar Security off, and I think I know who based on reports I've gotten. So I want you to go and kill the snitch. I'd do it myself, but as you might expect Bazaar Security is keeping an eye out for Apex right now, and I don't have the patience to kill him a year from now. Her name is Almi Usasx, a Valorian and former Apex Racer. I know it's her, because her sister is in Bazaar Security and it means she has somebody to safely go to for snitching, as well as making sure they get a reward. Easy job for an unknown like you." He chuckled as he said the next bit, "Plus you know that you've got everything to lose from this, so plenty of motivation too! Have fun."
She did not need to think very hard for an answer, even if such an answer may not explain much. "We strive to evolve because we must. So in some sense I suppose you can say we evolve because we have no choice. The overriding will, be it the Overmind, The Queen of Blades or whatever dark god rules us chooses what path we follow... This time it is my choice. I must become something more and become more like your people."
Piper was going to enjoy wearing that helmet once she killed this smug asshole. Though now that she knows the who but not the where. But now she had to kill someone's sister... Having a sibling herself she didn't know if she could rip a family apart like that. But... If she didn't then this jerk would rob the kids of the chance to grow up and make their own lives all the better.
She should have played it off instead of admitting it... Nothing she could do about it now. All she could do was try to work something out. Piper reached out and took hold of the emitter for the Warlord's holographic image, lifting it up so he was now face height with her. She sure as hell didn't care for his backchat just like he didn't care for hers. It was a very hate hate relationship. One she would be all too happy for letting it go up in flames along with him. "And I don't care for yours or your dumbass taunts. Just gimme the damn location before me and you play manhunter for wasting my time #43. Sooner I can get this done and never have to see you again the better."
This is just great... Now I have to deal with the bazaar... Hopefully I can sneak in and talk to this girl and her sister... He might have eyes and ears but he doesn't know too much about my powers... I can make a barrier to stop anyone watching from looking in... If I can chat with them... Get them to help me find this guy and get them to fight each other while I get the kids offworld to some nice remote colony... It's better than doing the job and having him go through with attacking the place anyways... Maybe it would be better to hold out here and wait for him to come to me... Ugh. Either way I go about this... It's going to get the bazaar on my case. Something I really don't need... Piper started to think of everything she could do... She couldn't let anything happen to those in her care. But now she was stuck... She needed a way out.
He had to admit he wasn't expecting to hear about her having a disintegrator locked away in that suitcase. If he was going to be honest he didn't check because he didn't want to go through a lady's things. Reaver's being rather chivalrous like that, now the Lord commander is wondering if he should have steeled that side of his and checked to see what she was packing away. "I-I see. Well no you will find everything as you left it. We owe you that much for what you have done for us so far."
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Harlock blinked for a moment before letting off a light chuckle, starting to unhinge his jaw so he can reveal his mouth and drink 'normally' "Good to see the painkillers haven't numbed your attitude.Though yeah we do have stronger stuff down here, the stuff we keep on the ship is weaker cause its normally just the drones that get hurt doing maintenance. They can't handle the strong stuff, they go into a fit." He says uninterrupted as he downs the glass of white wine. "The docs should be prepping the surgery now, it'll be a day before they have everything ready. They want to get this right first time. If they don't you might need a bionic spine. Which just sounds cool really. An unbreakable spine."
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She sighed and finished her food. Looking at Trumoni to see if they should go to the statue. She knelt before it, and closed her eyes falling silent to simulate praying.
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“What do you want, and I can get it for you? Anything, I want my dragon to be happy!”
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There was only two, and both were being used. Dana returned to the table after a few minutes. “Driver! Advance to forward point six point one two!” The tank jolted forward again.
She shrugged. "Don't worry about it. That grenade is only there as an anti theft device. So I won't use it, but I do arm it every time I travel. Just in case someone wants to try and steal from me." She smiled. "So, what's a war hero got to do to get some food around here?"
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She laughed. "That sounds fun, but I dunno. Can you guys not get an Ayurveda specialist to come and heal me through traditional methods? You know, massages and healing ointment?" She nervously chuckled.
Trumoni seemed a little confused himself, and when he finished he sorta just mimicked Rose at the statue. Regardless, this seemed to warded off suspicion, as nobody was watching them. Trumoni carefully got up and moved away from the statue.
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"Some meat would be a nice. A big old steak. Haven't had one of those in a while."
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Cirece tried to get a look for herself now, since Dana had gotten off, as she really wanted to know what the heck was going on outside.
After what felt like an appropriate amount of time she stood up and sighed. Walking slowly and casually to her room. Trying to not raise suspicion.
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She nodded and quickly pulled out a comm device. She opened up a chat. "Yes, Generalissma?" "I need a steak, with sides, a vegetable curry, and two cups for tea." "Yes, Generalissima." She returned the comm to her pocket and smiled at Dosk. "So, want me turn on the tv?"
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Cirece saw tranches. Lots of them, plus a massive base behind it. The base had an airstrip on top of it, but one of Culum's ships was hovering above delivering a hell storm to the airstrip. The trenches had tons of fortifications, like bunkers, gun nests, and many other cannons. Dana's tank was situated on top of a hill, just in front of a friendly bunker to their rear. She caught glimpses of soldiers scarring in the trenches.
Sephus chuckles as he stands in the doorframe to her room "You're hardly a war hero for taking out a leviathan and a Broodmother. Unless you were part of a war we're unaware of?" He says before pointing to the holopad "Plus you can order room service from the pad. If the VIP treatment isn't your style you'll be allowed into the guard messhall if you really want"
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He caught on to that nervous tone in her voice pretty quick, putting his glass down and covering his mouth as it disappears again he looks to her "If you're seriously hung up on oils and massages a professional doesn't need to come down." He says as a joke to lighten the mood before he sighs "Nervous about the surgery I take it? Don't be, I'd be a pretty sh1tty friend if I didn't ask the best to do what they can for you. You're not getting some back alley doctor or whatever. You're getting the best of what my people can offer, you and Liline are the first friends I've ever made outside of my little bubble of family. I'm not really set on letting you or her suffer."
He spoke plainly and truthfully, he may as well. Since lying will do no good, saying its no biggy would ruin it. He pours himself another glass as he looked over to her again "If it'll make you feel any better, the procedure is painless. And your body will be doing most of the work. Our Medical tech enhances natural healing, we're going to align your spine back up and your body will heal back good as new, if not stronger. The worst that will happen is that you'll be tired as hell since what we basically did is raise your metabolism to stupid heights for a small length of time. But nothing some coffee, junk food or a scary movie can't fix huh?"
Trumoni went with her, but kept some distance so they didn't seem too associated. He sat down on the bed when they got back, sighing, "That was almost quite bad. I was not expecting the prayers."
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Dosk nodded, "Sure! Put on the news, so I can see what's going on while I'm stuck here."
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Cirece sighed and sat back down, "Damn, they really are quite entrenched. So, are we going to try and find a way to sneak by, or are we doing the direct approach?"
Mierl nodded, "Understood. I was just quite curious, but that does make sense. Regardless, I am pleased that you have been able to make the choice for yourself now. Hopefully we can keep it that way." They finally arrived at the ship's morgue at that point, and it was as one might expect. A white room filled with refrigeration units, filled up with the dead from the battle at Duxton. Oddly however Yaj and Mierl were not alone in here, there was somebody else. It was an Anubite Mystic, in full armor with a staff, and he was wandering between the rows of preserved bodies. Until he came across one that was unmarked, likely due to their body being too damaged to be recognized, and then he stopped. He started to focus, just standing there.
The Warlord laughed, at this point feeling very in control of the situation and not even pestered by the continued pushing at him, "Same here, lady! Just doing this so people understand that Apex always pays people back! Now then, I'm afraid I don't have exacts, but I know that the rat is hiding out somewhere in Elros Square, near the local Bloodmoon Outpost. Should be easy to find. Up to you to find and kill Almi. Shouldn't be hard, even for you, just gotta find the Valorian that Bazaar Security has an interest in protecting! You got a day and a half before I burn that place to the ground. I look forward to never speaking with you again!" With that, he cut the line and disappeared from the comm link. Thus leaving Piper with the concussed Psi-Op and a time limit. Though the kids were getting a bit restless now, as the whole situation had them scared and Piper's extended absence wasn't helping.
She laughed. “You think I’m not a war hero with these skills?” She said as she walked over to the pad and started typing things into it. She went especially high class, seemingly out of spite. Champagne, cavier, fois grois, beef wellington, and napoleons.
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She still seemed on the fence. “B-but... I-I’ve always had Ayurveda for every proceedure I’ve had... I don’t want some new fancy crap for a very serious illness! A Bezi physician can heal me right on up!”
She shrugged. “Hey, but we didn’t get caught and we learned that they pray after every meal!”
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She hesitated. “Well, uh... We’re in hyper space right now! We don’t really have any channel reception, I’ll put on youe favorite movie!” She said as she started playing it.
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He thought as he looked down on a map. “Hm... well, we could try and... Hm, I think I have an idea. That main bunker ahead has heavg cannons. It is stopping my advance. So, I want you to sneak in and disable it. Allowing my tanks to crush the trenches.” He said as an artillery barrage shook the hill. “They have artillery too... damn, puts me further back. Right, two objectives. Disable those artillery cannons on the base’s walls, and that bunker. Bunker should lead you into the base and you can climb until you reach those two...” Another barrage. “Three cannons. Sound good?”
Trumoni nodded, "Quite true. We also have an idea of what meals are served. I suspect we will be doing many of these learning experiences, until we can finally fit in. I only hope that in learning to emulate, we do not accidentally begin to truly believe."
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Dosk found the excuse a bit odd, but shrugged. His favorite movie was a corny Iammelonian action film about a Dragon, and as usual he was quite happy watching it, "It's still a nice movie. I guess I can wait to see the news until we arrive at our destination."
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Cirece sighed and nodded, "Sure. They won't be expecting a Sergal I suppose, so it shouldn't be hard. And I bet this suit probably has a cloaking device, so even easier. I'll deal with the artillery and the bunker. See ya later." She moved to get out of the tank, looking for the exit hatch.
She sighed and nodded. "True. But won't the Gradrix priest get suspicious about you staying in this room?"
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She smiled and pulled out her comm unit. Getting on the horn with some contacts at a news station. She closed it and put it down before Dosk could see what she was typing.
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The hatch was opened for her once she reached the top of the ladder. The moment she climbed out, several sniper shots landed near her. Indicating she needed to be quick. The suit did have a cloaking device. "Be careful, I want to see you again alive."
Trumoni considered that, but shook his head, "We are merely taking the available room, no? So it is simply circumstance that we are together."
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Dosk had just assumed it was something military-related, and thus not his business, so his focus kept on the movie. Culum's secret was kept for now.
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Cirece looked back at him and smiled, "Don't worry yourself too much. You've still got a line of trenches to destroy when my job is done!" With that, she activated the cloaking device and jumped out of the tank, now looking for a good approach to the target bunker.
She nodded. “That’s true actually... nevermind. I’m just very paranoid right now. Does that fit in with the theme of Gradrix?”
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She sighed and kept watching the movie with him. They’d watch two movies after that, before she spoke. “And we’ve arrived! Let’s watch the news!” She put it on, but everything seemed normal. Just covering days old news with today’s date.
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As she landed, there were two options. Following the trenches or trying to go over them. Going over would mean less encounters more crossfire, through meant more encounters.
She rolled her eyes and tossed her coat on the bed. Kicking her shoes off as she went to the bathroom. “I need enough ice to fill the bathtub, where do I get it?”
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She shook her head. “Just call one up. No need to go through the embassy. I’m sure you could pay one to be flown out internationally.”
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Did we just lose our second region?
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I'm freaking out right now.
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