Kaolin

Void Blazer felt a shiver go down his spine, as he heard Rakash hiss.

Rakash:"I turn into a monster. Do not see me."

A monster...? Like...a vampire. So she really is. So the voice wasn't lying to me....

Giving out a nervous laugh, he looked towards Kruth'T, "So, uh, buddy, have you got any plans for today? Want to do some weight training with me later today? Eh heh.."

Void quickly began to shovel his food in his nervousness, and stood up, as he spoke with a pitiful mask of cheeriness, "Eheheh, you know what? I think I'm going to go right now, feel free to come along if any of you want to come!"

((Sorry people, school just started for me a few days ago, I'm not gonna be posting very often, I'll try not to cause too much trouble))

Soul Striker turned his head towards Jake.

Jake:"Hmm...Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that's the person we recently risked out [censored] to save... Certainly reassuring to see her headless form here...Where to now, then, captain?"

Soul Striker took note of the head.
By god....is there no end to this madness...?
After a few moments, Soul Striker looked around for Twilight Radiation. "I'm not sure what to do, but I get the feeling Sybil is gonna want to see it. I say we head back to the main base or whatever, once the others catch up anyway."

Soul Striker looked towards the rambling soldier, "You can take it back with you, can't you?"

Soul Striker was seething with anger, but was snapped out of it, literally, by Kip.

Kip:"Hey, here's some simple advice for dealing with [jerks] like him. [Forget] 'em."

Soul Striker looked down at the floor and grumbled, "Yea...I guess..."

Kipland:
"Now, look, people, it's time to calm the [expletive] down! We need a plan, and we need to get moving!"

Soul then felt the nudge of Psycho saying,
"That's why he's a leader!"

Soul merely shrugged, "Sure...but who is he again?"

When Twilight flew away, he felt a slight twinge of anger come back to him.

How can he be so calm about all that's going wrong?

However, the anger was quickly shifted at the young Jake, who happened to be talking to his other self.

Jake:"We'll hang here for a bit, then. When Striker feels like being useful again, we'll go to Perez."

"Hey, shut up!" Soul shouted. "I'm perfectly freaking fine, let's go!" He then took a few seconds to stretch his legs, and leaped away, following Twilight.

Void Blazer stared blankly as he watched Kruth'T and Orchid talk back and forth,

What the...? They're both a bit more out there then I thought.

Kruth'T:"Excuse me but I haven't had any nourishment since this time yesterday." He then cracked open the container. Quickly he reached in with his other hand and grabbed a pinch of the larval insects within. Quickly, he ate them and made sure the lid was on securely. "Sorry if my food disturbs any of you, but there are very few things on this world that I can metabolize."

Void Blazer didn't say anything, keeping more of his thoughts to himself.


Well, that's certainly...different.


As they continued to speak, he let his mind and eyes wander.

I wonder what my "voice" is doing....I still don't even know who he is. Still, if there's a psychic link, we must've met before, he's obviously quite familiar with me....

"How are you doing, Void. You seem a little quite?" Kruth'T
asked as he took another pinch of food.

"Huh?" Void mumbled. "Oh, sorry. Guess I've just got a lot on my mind, you know? I've just got a...big schedule."
Well, he probably DOESN'T know actually, but it probably doesn't matter. No one needs to be concerned with this.

Orchid:"I don't mean to be rude, but please excuse me for a few minutes, I need to finish my drink before it clots."

Void Blazer turned his head back to Orchid, noticing she had suddenly hunched over to finish her drink. "No need to turn away Orchid, it can't be that funky looking, after all, Kruth'T eats some uncommon food as well, but he didn't need to hide it or anything."

Twilight:"He looks familiar. You knew him I take it?" This was followed by a small chuckle and a sort of shrug. "Such is the way in times so foul, a wonderful moment of gloom such as this should not be wasted. Let us find the one known as Steve, we should seek our next move."

"Give me a minute." Said Soul Striking, rather annoyed. What'es he find so amusing? Someone dying, is never something to enjoy.

Twilight:"Come now, no use in crying over spoiled meat."

This happened to strike a chord in Soul Striker's mind, and he now spoke with more then a hint of anger. "I suggest you shut, your mouth about him, less you want to be in the trash heap with him too!"

Soul Striker's hands were by his sides, curling into fists, it had gotten to the point he was so wrapped up he didn't even notice Psycho had already started speaking.
No one has the right to mock him. No one.

Pops yelled as he saw his grenade explode in the detention field, "No way!" his mind was so focused on the grenade, that he didn't notice the force bolt coming towards him, which knocked him towards the edge of the rooftop, so that his head was actually hanging off the edge, quickly he jumped back to his feet, which brought him into direct contact with a barrage of burning energies. "Gah!" he cried out. Yet, moments later he chuckled, "That was kind of hot. But not quite strong enough buddy, this suit is tougher then that!" Mere moments later, Pops realized something was amiss. Soul Striker was not attacking him. When he turned around, he found something quite disturbing.

Soul Striker was running to Pops' sniper rifle on the other side of the building. "NO!" Pops yelled, as he chased after Soul.

Soul Striker turned around as he ran, and noticed Pops chasing after him.

I've got to end this...

Soul Striker dived towards the sniper rifle, and managed to grab it, as he landed on top of it. Instincitvely, he rolled over and fired blindly. When he actually looked to see if he hit, he found Pops was standing right atop of him. But Pops wasn't attacking...he had both of his hands held onto his chest. Did I get him...? When he took his hands off, you could see the red blood on his fingers. Yet he chuckled as the blood continued to pore out.

Pops: "Good shot ki-" But as Pops congratulated Soul, the sound of Jake's bots firing was heard, as they all converged on Pops, the explosion sent him flying off the roof, ending with a resounding thump as he landed in a pile of trash beneath the building. Soul heaved a sigh of both relief, and sadness. "Thanks Pops." But what do I do now...?

While Orchid spoke to Ella, Void Blazer tried to calm himself to some degree. Okay, calm down man. Breath, you don't want to sound like a wreck right? So get it together, be cool. After a few deep breaths, his shaking slowed down significantly, till his legs were only slowly moving back and forth. Though, they sped up a bit when he heard Orchid speak to him again.

Orchid:"What's on the agenda for fun things to do today?"

Quick, say something...cool! Void stumbled over his words a bit as he thought of what to say, he never actually even thought about what he wanted to do himself, "O-oh, well, you know, I'm just uh..looking to start getting more physically fit again. I think I've been losing some of my edge since my last mission. I'm gonna start weight training, maybe find some people to spar or train with, then um...relax at the hot tub I guess. I'll just add more things as I go along through the day, I still haven't even seen it all here." Come to think of it, that actually sounds like a good idea. While Void admired his idea, he began to smile.

Mere moments later, he heard the voice of Kruth'T saying, "Hi all! Mind if I join you?"

Void patted the seat next to him, while turning his head towards the lizard man and said with now a full grin, "Course not buddy, take a seat!" Void then took a look back at Orchid and said to her, "This happens to be my good friend Kruth'T, don't let his looks fool ya though, he's a pretty gentle guy." Void Blazer then grabbed a biscuit, and opened his mouth wide to gulp it down, but stopped as a thought to enter his mind.

Man, what am I thinking? I don't want look like a slob! Geez, maybe I should have asked for more advice from Agamar, rather then telling him off...

He then lowered the biscuit, and began to merely nibble at it. I wonder if Kruth'T ever had lady problems...

"Fool, just because I'm old, doesn't mean-" Pops began to speak, only to get a round house kick to the back from Soul Striker, sending him to his hands and knees. "You little brat!" Pops grumbled. "What'd you say?" Soul Striker mockingly said, as he brought his foot down for a drop kick, only for Pops to roll out of the way again. Unfortunately, Jake's bots were aiming for Pops as well, and the blast just barely missed Soul Striker as well.

"Damn it Jake, do you have to try and kill me now?" Soul screamed towards Jake. "Gee-" Soul was going to continue his rant, had he not felt a sudden shot of pain through his right leg. Instinctively he clutched the wound, and looked towards where the shot came from.

Pops was standing at the edge of the rooftop with only one pistol raised, "I thought you were smarter then that Soul." For a second, Soul actually smiled. Even in the battle, they're friendship was still there. While Pops stood there, a rain of more blasts from Jake's bots came, and with himself at the edge, he was forced to leap towards Soul Striker. "Perfect." Soul thought to himself, and simultaneously, he dived towards Pops, and as he came closer to the ground, he landed on his hands and pushed off to propel himself further, with his feet guiding him to knock Pops off his feet, causing him flail, and send his pistols flying off the roof top, while he crashed down.


Yet for every hit Soul Striker dealt, Pops seemed to have a counter-attack, as he quickly performed a sweeping kick, knocking Soul down while Pops got back up, who had grabbed a small round object from his belt. Most people would recognize it as a grenade, though to the technologically adept, they would realize it was heavily modified. "Time to even the odds!" said Pops, as he threw a grenade towards Jake and his pack of robots.

Ella:“Oh, I am fine now. Thank you for asking” She said in a soft yet confident tone. “I am sorry for any of the trouble that I caused”

Void Blazer spoke nonchalantly, "Eh, it was no big deal." Even though I ended up being rolled away in a gurney...

Ella:“How did you sleep? The rooms here are very nice."

Void Blazer took a small bite of his toast, and after he swallowed, "Well, I had a bad...wake-up call, but overall it was pretty-" as he spoke, he noticed Ella shifting her head. What's she lookin at...? He turned his head to be looking right at Orchid, finishing his sentence unintentionally, "lady..." Wait, what did I just say? For a few moments he looked over Orchid's new outfit. Relativley excited to see her he said, "Hey Orchid! Lookin goo-" Wait, no, polite, courteous... "Er...I mean, good mornin. You look ah..nice today." I sound really stupid right now...oh god, Agamar was right...

Void began to shake a bit, "Umm..." Void Blazer looked around, and then conveniently, he remembered Ella,"Oh right, Orchid, I don't believe you met Ella yet did you? Orchid, this is Ella. Ella, this is Orchid."

While he waited for introductions, he gave a nervous laugh. I sounded so stupid, I just know it, I sounded so stupid...

Soul Striker took no notice of what Jake had said, he was still questioning his current existence. How did I die...? Was I ambushed? Murdered in my sleep? Strangled...? Maybe the Masters is the right path.

Meanwhile, Pops continued speaking to the two Jakes. "How did I know your name was Wirespike? Well, let's just say we had someone keeping "tabs" on you on your way out of the building." Pops chuckled almost evilly. "That person might just possibly be me."Well it looks like it's just me and Soul Striker, you'll help me finish them off, right buddy?" Said Pops, casually, as if they were back in the days of old.

Soul looked towards Wirespike and Jake, Would killing them be really worth it, would I be willing to turn on everyone I was working with? Soul Striker mumbled, "I can't do that Pops, I'm not going to betray them." Pops sighed, and said grimly,"Soul, please. I don't want to have to kill you again."

Soul Strikers eye's went wide, "What did you say?! I thought you said I died fighting the Masters of Mayhem!" Pops moaned, "Well, I lied a bit, you didn't die fighting. But you did die at the hands of the Masters of Mayhem. My hands specifically, you refused to fight me."

Soul was appalled, asking the one question that came to mind, "But why?" Pops replied sadly, "I didn't want to, but the Masters of Mayhem were becoming suspicious of me, they almost found out that I was sheltering you! If they did, they would have killed me!"

Soul was outraged, "So you killed me and took my designs!"
Pops retorted in an another attempt to justify himself, "I told you, I didn't want to, I had no choice. Plus, I only took your designs, to have something to remember you by! You know you were like a son to me, you still are. Don't make me kill you again, I'm begging you!"

Soul Striker's hands turned into fists, but he spoke softly, "You were like a father to me. Why do you think I kept calling you Pops?" Pops began to speak, but stopped when Soul Striker continued, "Do you know why I took martial arts? I took it as a non-lethal way of fighting villains, I wanted to protect people, without killing others you know, and you know what? I think I'm going to have to get blood on my hands, and I'm going to get vengeance, for myself....Sorry Pops."

Pops merely nodded, "I see. Then I have no choice." He then reached from behind him, and produced two pistols. "These pistols are filled with armor piercing rounds, specifically designed to be able to puncture the armor of your suit, in case anyone else tried to steal your design, I hope all three of you are ready to die!" Pops then began to fire towards both Wirespike and Jake, with precise accuracy.

-- A council base

Agamar paced in the darkness of his room, grumbling to himself,

"Agh! This project is taking too long, I have neither the Galaxy soldier nor the vampire in my control! The leaders will have my head if I do not obtain them. I have much work to do."

-- Void Blazer's room.

Void Blazer peacefully lied in his bed, sleeping. Only to be woken up by the voice of Agamar,

Agamar:"Get up you fool!"

Void Blazer's fell out of his bed from the sudden mental shout. "Gah! What happened?!" he shouted in surprise. Agamar said annoyed, "You've been asleep for 9 hours, you don't need that much sleep anymore big boy."

Void grabbed his covers off his bed and put them over him, muttering, "In 5 minutes, I had an exhausting day yesterday." There was a silence. Is he gone...? "No! Now get up!" Agamar's shout sent a pain through his head, not as powerful as it had been when they first "met", but enough to cause discomfort.

"Okay okay!" Void Blazer shouted. Agamar took no notice, or rather, didn't care, about the hostility in Void's voice, "And be sure not to respond to me vocally once you leave the room, people will mark you as a lunatic." Void Blazer only groaned, and showered.

When he was finished, he donned his costume once again, and went to the door, as he turned the knob, Agamar spoke, "I've actually got work to do, so I won't be able to give you advice for some time, but when you speak to the vampire, be polite, and courteous." Void Blazer grunted at the comment, "What are you, my dad? I don't need your advice, buddy. You don't know me."

Agamar could be heard chuckling, "I know you more then you think."

Void: Huh?

But once again, Agamar did not respond. I hate it when he does that! Is he playing games with my head? While Void Blazer though, he heard a rumbling in his stomach. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to think on that while I EAT...

Void Blazer turned the knob, and headed to the breakfast line, grabbing some biscuits and gravy, and some french toast. ((This is a big time spa right? So I'm assuming they offer more "complicated" foods such as that.)) Mmm, my favorite!

After he exited the line, he looked around for a place to sit. As his eyes search the room, his gaze fell upon Ella, and he immediately moved over to her table, and sat across from her while putting down his plate. Calmly, he asked, "Hi Ella, how are you feeling? Are you better from the..umm...incident?" While he waited for a response, he took off his mask, and began to eat.

((Dang, I haven't made a post with this much content in a while, feels good, even though it's never really as long as everyone else's.))

The Sniper froze when he saw Wirespike's gun. After a few moments he slowllet go of his hand on the trigger. He then let go with his other hand, and the sniper rifle hit the rooftop with a clang. He remained silent, as he raised both hands above his head, and stepped off Soul Striker.

Soul slowly got up, removing his helmet and reaper, revealing his blue eyes, pale skin, and krew-cut hair, "Pops, it's me, Don!"

"Stop calling me Pops. You know I hate that name," uttered the sniper, void of emotion. Soul Striker's hopeful smile turned into a grin."Then you haven't forgotten me?" Pops responded just as he had done, "Of course not. You died fighting the Masters of Mayhem."

Soul Striker's face changed from a grin, to a look of horror, "I died?".

Pops: You died. And you'll die again if you try to stop Mayhem. These guys aren't like the Freakshow, they started the war against the supers, and they won.

Soul Striker only muttered to himself, "I'm dead...?"

When Soul said nothing, Pops continued his voice now sounding hopeful, as Soul's had been, "But it doesn't have to end that way! I can convince the Masters to let you join them, all three of you! We can all be safe that way, you guys would do it right? Wirespike, I know you would, you used to work for Arachnos according to our database, surely you'd want to join the guys on winning side, right?"

((And voila!))

As Soul Striker went through the air, he began to adjust his visor. While he fiddled with it, he accidentally turned on the "seeker" mode, similar to Jake's goggles, this feature was designed to see cloaked opponents. When he finally fixed his visor though to match up properly with his eyes, he found himself landing right atop of what appeared to be a Mayhem Sniper, dressed in all black, in an armor that looked near identical to Soul Striker's design though, the only difference was the color, and the fact that the helmet of this soldier was covering the entire face, rather then Soul Striker's hi-tech helmet and reaper. Soul Striker was so entranced by the design, he actually forgot to try and get out of the way.

Ah CRAP.

While Soul was unable to have much control over his higher jumps, the sniper on the ground seemed to be rather fit, as he quickly jumped back, and hit Soul Striker in the face ( who was still a few feet above the air) with the butt of his rifle while . The strength of the blow sent Soul Striker to his back, leaving him in a daze.

The Sniper put his foot on Soul Strikers chestplate, pointing the rifle's barrel in Soul's face. "Don't move, or I'll blow your brains out, his designs are all I have left, and you won't take it from me." said the sniper in a gruff voice.


Gah...his designs...wha? That guy's voice sounds familliar....Wait a second...

Soul had a sudden revelation, and asked excitedly, "Pops...is that you?" The Sniper didn't say anything, although his hand began to move towards the trigger of the rifle.

Soul Striker looked to both Jake and Wirespike, making sure they were both ready to go. Confidently, he spoke yet again, "Well, let's get going then." Looking towards Jake he said, "Now my dear princess, would you like me to carry you?" Soul Striker chuckled, Man, I'm so funny. He then continued, "Well, I guess not. Never the less, maybe Jake, we should do this the right way. Since I'm feeling so generous, I'll give you a present. "

He then extended his left arm, and a small hole appeared in the palm of his glove, and a beam emerged, bathing Jake in a light, and then he "disappeared". He then repeated the same procedure on Wirespike. Finally, Soul Striker himselfdisappeared. "Shall we go then?" he said nonchalantly. Soul Striker then began to leap to the nearest roof top, to the naked eye, the only thing visible would be the small "pixie" trail that his piston boots leave behind.

Soul Striker's smile faded as Jake and Wirespike responded.

Jake:"Well, as you so tactly put it, I spent months working on these, and I'm fairly certain Bane spiders don't have something like this."

Wirespike:And that stealth may conceal your location visually, But armor isn't exactly the most silent thing you could wear. I heard you as soon as you took that first step."

Of course, sound! I need to work on padding my boots, and set up some sound dampeners for the suit....I'm going to be overloaded with work! Soul Striker grasped his helmet in despair, but stopped when he heard Jake.

Jake: "Anyway, were you tailing me? I don't really see how else you could've come so quickly."

Soul Striker chuckled, "Tailing you? Not exactly. It was more of the fact I heard a feminine scream." Soul Striker laughed again, and in a mocking tone he quoted Jake, "Get the hell away from me!" He then reverted back to his normal voice, "And so, I tracked down the noise, and leaped to the roof tops to get a better view only to find you, cornered by you. It was quite a let down y'know."

Soul Striker looked around at the unconcious or dead mayhem bodies, and said now, with a hint of urgency, "Look, is it a good idea for us to hang around here much longer? Mayhem soldiers could come back at any minute if those guys who ambushed you reported their location before attacking."

Soul Striker stopped moving when Jake gave a signal, though not before stumbling back a bit in surprise. What the? He could see me? Hmph, mental note again, work on improving stealth suit capabilities.

As he heard the conversation go on, he took note of a few things as well. Wha? Time paradox...hm, could Jake have met...himself? I don't entirely understasnd, but in the world we live in, I suppose anything is possible.

Soul Striker had continued pondering the time and space continuum, until he heard,

Wirespike: "Oh, one more thing...Tell your friend to turn off his stealth and count me as a friendly, kay?"

Soul Striker instantly turned off his stealth, causing him to re materialize to the naked eye. He then stomped his foot, shouting "That's not fair! How could you possibly see me? I was behind you!"

Soul then turned towards Jake, "And you, how did you even see me in the first place? This suit, I spent months designing this thing, I've been able to sneak past the Bane Spiders of Arachnos, what on Earth do you have that they don't?!"

Soul Striker was fuming, he had never met someone who had been able to see through any of his designs before he came to the future. First the robots that punctured my armor, next people who can see through my stealth, this truly is a different era.

After a few moments, another idea came to his head. Still, with this new technology, surely that means stealth technology has improved, and armor capabilities as well? Perhaps my suit can be redesigned to be more current. When I go back home, I'll be so far ahead of the curve! These thoughts put a smile on his hidden face.

Soul Striker wandered aimlessly, not sure what he should look

for. He had just finished repairing his shoulder piece by scavenging the pieces of broken power equipment and buildings, it didn't totally match his color design, but it would do for functionality. Mental note, talk to Sybil about using their equipment...

As he continued to walk about, he heard a cry,

Jake:"Stay the Hell away!"

This made Soul Striker jump. I could have sworn I heard that voice before...could it be...Jake? I've never heard HIM lose his cool. I guess he should have apologized. Still, he's got some cool bots, and they would make excellent shields. Plus, I might get bored if I have no one to argue with...


With one giant leap, Soul Striker soared through the air, as he landed upon a rooftop. Looking around, he saw Jake and all his bots looking towards one man.

What the? He yelled about one guy? What a wussy!

Soul Striker jumped off the rooftop, and landed several yards behind the man approaching Jake.


Jake:"W-... Who the Hell are you?"
Wirespike: "Well, most people call me Wirespike, but you can call me Jake..."

Hm. They have the same name? That's interesting. Now, I should wait for just the right moment to save the little punk...

With his cloaking field still on, Soul Striker slowly inched his way towards Wirespike.

Jake:"You're going to let pride get in the way of a mission objective? Even a lowly, villain, such as myself would help out a hero like you if it aided to the objective. You know what? Screw it, I'll go without stealth. "

Soul Striker half expected this, realizing the boys nature to be similar to his own, minus Soul Striker's lack of a natural sense of "cool". This caused him to start up in an angry retort, "My pride in the way? You seem to be pretty prideful yourself too buddy if you can't bring yourself to say "sorry!" Soul Striker was seething at Jake's endless show of defiance, completely unaware that Jake displayed simply a much more passive form of Soul's own.

Stomping the ground, he muttered to himself, "Idiot , fine, see if I care! Hmph, lousy punk." Soul Striker then began to tap at several buttons on his left arm, and disappeared.

Soul Striker grinned widely behind his mask hearing Jake ask for assistance. Finally, a chance to have that little punk in a tight spot. Speaking non-nonchalantly as possible, Soul Striker said, "Oh, you can't use stealth eh? I just happen to have the capability to create a cloaking field around myself and my allies."

Soul Striker then chuckled, and began pacing back and forht , " But I don't know, your a smart kid, do you REALLY need my help, I'm not sure you want the assistance of such a useless hero like myself. Perhaps some, ah, sucking up, is in order, I think I might want an apology from what you said to me when we first got here. And not any old apology, I want to hear it like you mean it!"

Soul Striker felt like he was on a roll, and rewarded himself with a mental monologue.

Finally, I'll show this kid there are people in charge, even in Paragon City.

Void Blazer stared in surprise as the woman was rushed away by the Clinic's crew. Wow, where did these guys come from anyway? It's like they just appeared out of no where. I guess it's for the best, those Thorns sure did a lot of damage to her.

"Does it really matter where they came? Now that the woman is safe, you can seek out the vam- aw heck, I have some business to attend to, do what you want, I'll speak to you again later." said the voice of Agamar, sounding rather annoyed.

Ugh! You still never explained to me why it's such a big deal I speak to orchid anyway, or what makes you so sure she's a vampire.... Yet again, no answers, he leaves me so in the dark, yet now speaks like he's so familiar with me, I hate it. As Void Blazer contemplated what his voice was up to, he let out a long yawn. Speaking aloud to himself he said, "Oh man, I'm tired, I guess I've been through a lot on my first day, I've fallen asleep twice already...maybe I should get some real sleep finally."

Void Blazer headed to his room, with his mind filled with questions, as he pondered if his second day would be as exciting as this one.

Void Blazer continued walking towards the desk, till he noticed the newest arrival. His eyes went wide, and he rushed over to the woman, "Are you okay? What happened!?" How does this sort of stuff keep happening...?

As he looked her over for any wounds, the familiar voice of Agamar came into his mind..."You don't have time for this Void, you should be speaking to the vampire." A wave of pain went through his skull, causing him to clutch his head. The vampire....? "Yes, yet you don't know who I'm talking about?" Who...? Wait, Orchid? "Bingo, now leave this women alone, and go find the vampire woman, speak to her. Are we clear?" Why can't you just leave me alone? I thought you finally were gone. "It's never THAT simple Void Blazer, never. Though I suppose I taught you well enough for you to retaliate." Taught me well....? What? Yet there was no response this time.

How, no, WHY does he keep doing this to me? After a few seconds, Void Blazer's mind had cleared, and his attention back on the injured woman.

"Gah, we have to leave so soon?!" Grumbled Soul Striker. Cursing and complaining under his breath, he went to the teleporter, and vanished.

Jake:"Look. If I'd stopped to mourn every time a comrade died while I was in the Isles, I wouldn't have survived the first hour. That's not to say I don't give a damn, you just don't need to burst out in tears every time a comrade is lost. We all know the risks." I'm going to port back to the base. That should lead you straight to me."

Soul Striker tried to protest, "Don't you dare le-" But it was too late, Jake had already teleported away. Stomping his foot angrily he shouted, "He is NOT getting away that easy!"

Soul Striker cursed under his breath, and pressed the button on his teleporter, sending him to....wherever.

Tessa: "Pardonnez-moi, monsieur, now that you bring it up, I can see him. I must go. Thank you so for your help. Perhaps we shall meet again."

Void Blazer only managed to utter a, "Now wait a second, you don't know where he i-" but before he was halfway through with his sentence, she was already gone. Letting out a small grunt, Void Blazer took a seat by the chair he was just sitting at. How do I keep doing that? It's like every person I meet seems to have somewhere to go. I thought this was a clinic for RELAXING. Still, it's like everyone has some big "purpose" or something. I just came here to become more "whole" but that's already settled, I think I even got rid of that voice thing.

With a sigh Void Blazer said,"Well, I guess I should get going too then." Standing up, he walked off towards the information desk.

Soul Striker was shocked at how easy it was for Jake to get past the death of another comrade. Soul Striker moved up to him muttering a, "Why you little..." Only to hear Baalial point out that, he was not exactly dead, just under several boulders. Soul Striker froze at that sentence, but quickly reverted to his generally sarcastic nature. "Oh really, just under some boulders eh? That's WAY better then him being dea-" when in mid sentence, Hotaka burst through all the rubble. Seeing that though, left him completely speechless.

What the...? I'd heard of people having super strength but..that's insane! Soul Striker "woke up" from the daze soon after hearing,

Baalial:"Why yes, a ride would be most appreciated. We're still somewhat new here, and don't really know where anything is yet..."

Soul Striker now spoke confidently, with more then a hint of arrogance, "You know, with my skills, I betcha I could recreate one of these teleporter things." After a moment, he added on, "However, I'd need the right parts to make it..." Soul Striker took a look around to see if there was anything he could use. Hmm, I would use the parts back in Apex's base, but it's probably all crushed by now, but what else could I us-...Aha! Soul Striker's eyes finally fell upon one of Jake's robots. Soul Striker turned his head back towards the owner of the machines, and asked with a childish tone, "Hey Jaaaake? Can you do me a favor?" He then began to chuckle slightly to himself, wondering if Jake could guess what he was getting at.