Self Destruction Activated
Legion exploded in Sydonia's hand with about the force of a firecracker, leaving absolutely nothing behind. The poor woman did not seem to be having much luck with machinery today, and it was only going to get worse.
Capture Averted
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Two Caldoks switched out for seven and a Tsaiv, but these came in Kazbeks - elite division.
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Isabel whistled in appreciation from the wall she'd taken up a position leaning against, just inside the former door of her cell. From here she could see most of what was going on outside. The forcefield bubble around her stayed very much up, but aside from that she did nothing threatening of any kind. She was however very much prepared to defend herself at the faintest sign of aggression from the troops, as the faint blueish glow in her eyes would attest.
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Major Dos Santos gave one of her typical abortive salutes, forgetting halfway through what it was supposed to be and waving a hand in the general direction of Flashpoint Zeo's cell.
"There was an overpowering magical buildup in that cell that, at the moment, could be safely discharged. If it had been allowed to continue on, it would have become exponentially more dangerous with every second it was prevented from venting. So I vented it." she said with a shrug. And with that, she considered the conversation over, wandering off with the vague intention of going back to her quarters for clothing, or possibly back to the lab to see if she could salvage anything of her recording crystals, or re-enchant them... or she might end up in the comissary, if she decided she was hungry halfway to wherever she was going.
Of course, if the Kazbeks didn't get out of her way, she would walk face-first into them.
In the cell, Flashpoint Zeo was outwardly as placid as always, but he recognized those rifles. Even though he had glimpsed it only briefly before, the distinctive silhouette was burned into his memory in much the same fashion as a Kheldian recalled their first encounter with a Void Hunter rifle. If there was even the slightest movement on the trigger fingers of those Kazbeks, he was going to be in motion, out of their line of fire as fast as he could move.
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Somewhere in China:
The drill instructor turned once again to the dragon, bowing rather than saluting now that the huge reptiloid had his full attention. "<You are in China, honoured ancient, summoned here along with the one known as Ryuu Hotaka..." there was a brief grimace as the Japanese syllables crossed his lips, but the mage controlled his reaction, "and as to what is going on, this is a base belonging to the Chinese People's Sorcerous Revolution; we are drilling potential new recruits.>"
He made that explanation, then waited. Dragons had a notoriously touchy pride, and appearing to ignore one rarely had positive consequences.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
tátna Zbrojovka
Floor 31, Biolab 4
Sydonia was indeed in no sunny mood upon the medical team and her reaching their destination with the stasis unit. Staff on-hand and awaiting their charge in the bright, silver-clad laboratory that could've well been the envy of any mad scientist wishing to create a clone army or something to this nature, it didn't take long to relocate the head to one of the stereotypical-looking transparent cylinders, filled of course with the requisite green goo.
In another of these floated the head of Krieger Kruger, the reanimation vat having already restored significant amounts of biomass. The man himself was still done and gone of course, no soul remaining in that flesh; Teivos simply wanted to get at the memories of the brain inside his skull, and for that a personality was entirely unnecessary.
'Gregory', however, may well have presented a different case. Since he was (both by own statement and general appearance) still alive, the specialists and their equipment stood a strong chance of restoring him. Whether this would actually take place or not, however, was a question only time would answer...
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Floor 33, Detention Block
The elite troop performed a wraparound upon Major Dos Santos as she entered their formation, believing fervently they needed to secure her against Zeo. Aside from this shift in formation, they simply let her depart. They knew well enough that she'd said all she'd intended to say on the matter, and once she considered something settled, it was out of sight, out of mind with her.
"Prisoner 424-A," the Drustevník then addressed the tanker, his squad's weapons never taken off their potential troublemaker, "Due to loss of this facility, you will be relocated to Zigursky Penitentiary in Paragon City. Will you comply...?"
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Also On Floor 33
Wolfgang cringed in shock and surprise as Vlasta's shout came so forcefully to stand down the guard barring their way. What had just happened? Teivos didn't usually do that. It...it wasn't like his friend at all!
Something was wrong.
Apparently, the Tsaigon got wind of this too, surprised at his own behavior. Something was wrong with him - and it probably wasn't just that he really wanted lunch. Hunger just didn't explain that sort of forceful, self-entitled manner anymore. He was acting...connection, had acted like he believed he was better than everyone else.
The magic explosion Renata had spoken of! Of course, that had to be it! Teivos knew more than well enough that his people didn't understand the first thing about magic (knowledge of basic composition didn't equal insight), and this his suspicious fell immediately upon Flashpoint Zeo.
That man was going to pay for this!
However, if Teivos was acting this way here already, there was no telling if it might get worse when he got close to the guy, and even the Tsaigon realized this potential danger. He wanted to confront the man about it now...but he knew it was by far not the smartest thing to do.
"Wolfgang, I'm putting you in charge." he therefore told the cyborg, making sure the guardsmen got it, "You and you; escort me to the hospital. Make sure I don't go insane on the way."
"Yessir." the two confirmed simultaneously, stepping out of the formation while the others entered. Well, except for Griffin, that was. He didn't seem sure of where to go at all.
"Stick with Vlasta." Wolfgang therefore told him comradely, giving an inverse nod toward the departing Teivos, "He could use a conversation to keep him stable right now. And if he does go manic, you're probably the best one around to hold him down right now."
The griffin accepted this, having actually hoped for it (getting near a fire giant wasn't exactly something he was too keen on, feathers not being fireproof and all that), and did as suggested. Wolfgang meanwhile motioned for the others to follow, and with the Kazbek-armored troopers now giving passage, entered the detention block...
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Somewhere in China
The red dragon blinked. That was...unexpected. What the hack had happened while she'd been out?
"I'm not going to pretend to understand what that means." she told the drill instructor after a few moments, "You said Hotaka was here, right? Can you take me to him...?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The skull stopped singing once it was fully submerged in the gooey liquid. Now it was working.
The "brain" as it was within the skull was a small little ball of meat indistinguishable from ground beef, and it was hollow to boot, with a very sophisticated apparatus contained within. The brain itself was not sentient at all anymore, being comparable to a chicken's brain stem. However, it could take and follow simple orders, and the apparatus within it was happy to oblige. At first it was content to sing unto ad infinitum until it was destroyed, but then it saw a chance: It could LIVE again. And the apparatus pondered this, and realized suddenly that this also meant it could live...While NOT under the Eternal Engine's control. Which brought up a slight problem: It had no will or ability to live as an organic construct. It came up with a solution to this problem quite neatly:
Revive the host PRE-Assimilated...
But then the apparatus ran into a problem. What was left of the original host was now smeared with black and yellow goo and in the process of decomposing in the research institute armory if they had not already thrown it away. And the apparatus did not have a single clue as to what a human body looked like or even how it functioned aside from the workings of the brain. Thankfully, it came up with a solution to this as well:
Revive the pre-assimilated host's MIND. Make up the body as it goes along.
At first, the process was very slow. The apparatus had a little less than an ounce of actual biomass to work with, but the liquid it was submerged helped quite a bit after it opened up some unnecessary passages, resulting in tendrils of flesh growing out of the skull in odd ways. Which then started forming a fleshy cacoon around the skull, which could have easily been mistaken for the reformation of a face.
But it became apparent something was wrong the moment the entire surface of skin started to grow randomly and rapidly in every single direction like some kind of malignant tumor with no regards at all to what a human, or even a humanoid should look like in terms of structure.
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[u]Research Institute[u]
The Egregore Device, still hidden within the armory, discreetly checked to see if anyone was still inside or if the door was open.
"You know how tempting it is to blow away a couple of you guys while your attention is completely on him?", Isabel asked suddenly in an amused voice, gesturing through the wall towards Zeo. In truth she had no intention of doing any such thing, but just felt like reminding them of her presence since she'd apparently become invisible while she wasn't paying attention.
Of course, if they were jumpy enough to start shooting just at the implied threat then she probably would blow a few of them away. Only if they started it though. If they didn't, she was content to remain where she was, safe inside her forcefield.
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Wolfgang meanwhile motioned for the others to follow, and with the Kazbek-armored troopers now giving passage, entered the detention block...
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Isabel merely observed silently as Wolfgang and his troops came in. So that's one of those cyborgs the rebels were talking about? Huh. Doesn't look that scary. From there her thoughts drifted to Egregore, and wondering what'd become of the other cyborg after they lost him. Of course she had no way of knowing that he (or at least his corpse) was currently in the same building as her.
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((Time to enjoy myself.. Que the evil laughter.))
Description
Name: Marius Fenix
Age: 24
Hero Alias: Fortuna Fenix
Physical Appearance: 6'1 Dark brown hair. Hazel eyes, athletic build. Has a cross scar on his right cheek. Wears full black and red trenchcoat with a fedora also wears dark black sunglasses.
Marius
"You know, I could be at a cook out right now." Marius said right before the Axis troops opened fire on him. Their bullets never met the target. A wall of fire appeared before them and melted the bullets. Marius charges through the wall of flame to uppercut the first soldier, keep in mind his fist still is on fire. Fortunas diem! He said as he clobbered the soldier. He proceeded to destroy the Axis squad with no remorse or mercy. As he walked away from the battle he pushes his fedora back into place with one finger still lit with an intense flame.
((disclaimer: this post is being smashed through a writer's block the size of Nebraska with a sledgehammer. If it sucks, sorry... just don't want to hold things up >.O))
"Have made clear what self will comply with. Also, may be addressed as Flashpoint Zeo. Refuse to be de-personned by number and dishonouriffic." the huge tanker said, raising one eyebrow slightly, but not moving otherwise. His flames were still in place, as they had been since the explosion, but other than that he was as motionless as a statue.
"Made desires known to..." it was at this point that Flashpoint realized that the Major had wandered off without anything more than a token explanation of what she was doing, and nary a word regarding the Tanker's request. "... disappeared spacey research-type." he finished, sighing. "Desires likely to be above pay grade of guards. Suggesting requesting visit by superiour?"
Flashpoint Zeo could not, of course, read the rank designations on the Kazbek armour; but his tone was largely inoffensive, if somewhat obdurate. He didn't react to Isabel's taunts to the guards; the blaster didn't figure into his current agenda, although if they started shooting at her, she would be behind him before the second shot went off.
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Somewhere in China-
The sorceror shook his head. "<Apologies, honoured ancient. The dragon Hotaka departed this base some time ago, bound for the seat of the foreign despot's power, in North America, in company with our forces. He did not answer the return summons; we are uncertain what has become of him. Your magic is different enough from ours to cause difficulties in our tracking spells.>" he said diplomatically.
In truth, the CPSR didn't have the faintest clue what had happened to Hotaka, and with all the furour about their failed assault on the Dark Sovereign (something that Sun Tzu was acting curiously smug about, some had noticed), the dark dragon had been virtually forgotten.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Pyra looked at Torcher. His best response was a simple shrug before following Griffin inside. The overgrown bird had promised some way of helping, and they would stick with him until it was proven he was useless.
Though Pyra certainly wouldn't be happy with the delays, even for the Sovereign. They entered the detention block, ready for whatever might be ahead of them.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
((Okay, not quite sure if Torcher and Pyra followed Griffin to the hospital or entered the detention block, so if it's the former, please feel free to assume everyone got there while this here stuff happens. 
Also welcome Spade, but you'll need to give me a little more info on Marius' location and such so I can figure out what's going on. 
))
tátna Zbrojovka
Floor 31, Biolab 4
The biotechnicians present were duly surprised by the sudden change in 'behavior' of their newest acquisition. Terran or Esterosian, they of course had no idea of the cause, and since the flesh-gob now growing inside the tank didn't seem to match the goo-covered remains they were still analyzing (in the same lab, but naturally not tossed into the tank), this left them quite puzzled indeed.
They still took appropriate measures, being no strangers to reviving regenerators who thought a quick revival could be followed by a speedy breakout, but also thought in other directions, attempting to figure out what was going on by employing several disciplines of their foci.
Among other things, they focused attention of whether the growing being might be trying to communicate, as well as of course attempts to open a channel from their end. Telepaths they unfortunately had no access to, or at least not in the immediate vicinity, but means to rip information from the minds of prisoners were quite plentiful, and required little modification to remain benign.
In short, after Sydonia had given her report and departed the lab, the staff set about to find answers to the questions that had arisen...
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Floor 33, Detention Block
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"You know how tempting it is to blow away a couple of you guys while your attention is completely on him?"
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"To do that, you would need to lower your shield first." the Drustevník replied neutrally, though there did lie a hint of 'right back at you' in regard to her thinking they weren't paying attention.
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"Have made clear what self will comply with. Also, may be addressed as Flashpoint Zeo. Refuse to be de-personned by number and dishonouriffic."
"Made desires known to [...] disappeared spacey research-type."
"Desires likely to be above pay grade of guards. Suggesting requesting visit by superiour?"
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This audibly affected the armored Tsaiv's mood, his tone reflecting such a bit as he stated, "Is nice. What makes you think we care? You are a criminal. People as you have no privilege to have desires fulfilled. If you will not comply, we will use force - and we have more than enough to handle such as you. No need to call in superior."
The man raised his rifle a bit to underscore the ultimatum, but before he could proceed further, a three-fingered metal hand gently pushed the barrel back down.
"Maybe, maybe not." Wolfgang spoke guardedly, now standing beside the Drustevník, mustering Flashpoint Zeo with the cold care of one warrior sizing up another. He didn't leave Isabel out of the same however, though the lack of pupils in his blue-glowing eyes made such nearly impossible to tell.
"You're the people from der Reichsmann's new world, aren't you?" he said to the both of them, and it was not a question. As far as he knew, it was an undisputed fact, "My apologies we've had so little time for you, for we'd truly like to have a chat with you about your leader. It's just been very busy. So if you'd be willing to tell us everything pertinent about him, I may just be able to convince Teivos not to execute you..."
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Staetlov Research Institute
Level P-3, Armory
While a few of those present had left (mostly CANINE units, since they took up a lot of space; there remained two, however), the door was not open. As per the cyborg's earlier orders...
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"Search the place. He said he'd already gotten what he came for. If so much as a bullet is missing, I want to know about it."
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...they swept the armory for anything out of place. Of course, they were looking primarily for stolen weapons, not wayward metal backpacks lying around, but until they were done and had reported their results, the place was nevertheless a hot zone...
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Somewhere in China
The red dragon gave a nod, apparently satisfied with the answer. She wasn't really, but at least this guy seemed to know what was going on here.
"Could you elaborate on that a little more?" she thus asked, not much less confused than before, "Foreign despot in North America? Did Nemesis declare himself Emperor of the Americas again or something? How about you just explain to me what's going on here...?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The lumpy mass of flesh stopped expanding suddenly in favor of growing some extremities. Several dozen web-like cords of skin started stretching out from the mass and towards the walls of the reanimation chamber the new being was contained within. And worryingly, the central mass began to sprout strips and cords of metal that started twisting around the webs as well, giving them a half-organic half-technological look. How it was producing metal in a chamber made to produce organic material would perhaps forever be a mystery. But fortunately, said cords and webs merely connected with the sides of the chamber and stuck without any apparent consequences or attempts to escape.
The being apparently had no interest in communicating right now, but brainwave scans would indicate that there was a high level of activity. If their sensors were precise enough, they would find that the being appeared to be receiving pain signals from almost every nerve and was currently unconscious.
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The backpack retreated once more and patiently waited for everybody searching the room to leave before acting.
((*Scratches head* Oops, I thought that's where Griffin went, haha. Yeah, wherever he went, they followed. *is tired* @_@))
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
((waiting for you, Rebel))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
(( Considering how much time I spend waiting on the rest of you, you have no right to complain when I feel lazy for a day or two. ))
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"To do that, you would need to lower your shield first." the Drustevník replied neutrally, though there did lie a hint of 'right back at you' in regard to her thinking they weren't paying attention.
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"Hmm. That I would", Isabel mused. "Still, bet I could get at least two of you before you realised it was down." From her tone though, it was clear she did not at present have any intention of doing any such thing.
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If you will not comply, we will use force - and we have more than enough to handle such as you.
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"You're sure about that, are you?", Isabel asked, the energy leaking from her eyes flaring as she spoke. There was a faint hint of a challenge in her voice, though again it was clear she wasn't speaking with intent to actually do it.
In truth, Isabel had never actually tested the upper limits of her powers. She'd blown up a city block once (Thankfully an abandoned one, out in Boomtown and nowhere near anything), and thought she'd better stop there. Still, she hadn't been joking in the slightest about her earlier threat to turn the whole place into a smoking crater.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
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((that wasn't a complaint, I just wanted to be sure that you weren't waiting for me or something. Post to be coming sometime in the next 24 hours in this space. It's been a long week >.<
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"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Flashpoint Zeo stared at Wolfgang for a long moment, trying to process the absolute nonsense he had just uttered. Finally, he began to sort out what they might have been thinking.
And he began to laugh.
Deep, booming laughter, the roar of an hilariously amused dragon, until the walls of the ruined detention block fairly rang with it.
Eventually, the titan straightened up, still wheezing with laughter. He gave the startled soldiers an incurious glance- now that he had been close enough to study the energies in their rifles for a time, he had begun to adapt to them, at least somewhat- they'd probably still hurt, but at least they wouldn't just strip his defenses away anymore.
Wiping his eyes carefully, he folded his arms once more. "Are truly believing was no other possible outcome than Reichsmann conquering any dimension Nazi idiot encountered?" he asked, sounding somewhere between contemptuous and amused.
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Somwhere in China:
The drill instructor gave her a look of polite confusion, beginning to wish she'd go away. Dragon or no, she was still an outsider... and as a Western Dragon, she was on some sort of weird divide between 'large, dangerous animal' and 'lesser deity'.
He sighed and tried to explain in brief while attempting to drill his students at the same time, with mixed success.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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"Are truly believing was no other possible outcome than Reichsmann conquering any dimension Nazi idiot encountered?" he asked, sounding somewhere between contemptuous and amused.
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"Yeah, umm... We kinda kicked the crap out of him", Isabel added. "Well, not us personally but the ones that were there at the time. They froze him and stuck him in a basement somewhere. He's probably still down there, come to think of it." She very carefully avoided saying that she knew for a fact that said basement was in the old Freedom Phalanx headquarters in Boomtown. Given these people would in all likelihood want to rescue him or something, she saw no reason to make it easy.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
tátna Zbrojovka
Floor 31, Biolab 4
This sent the biotechs ascramble, Terran and Esertosian alike. That amount of pain had to be intolerable, and if what was growing in that tank now woke up...they'd rather not think about it.
Sydonia was immediately recalled, the abilities of her 4th-generation nanobase holding a good amount of dominion over pain. Perhaps the cyborg could do something to help, to soothe...
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Floor 33, Detention Block
Wolfgang had been about step closer and laugh right back in Zeo's face, which would've looked rather comical due to the difference in size here - the 'bad guy' being a good bit shorter than the 'good guy', and having to look up at him. Still, he felt the ridiculous nature of this man deserved a damper, especially since what he insinuated was a lie so obvious anyone could've seen through it.
That was...until Isabel had spoken.
He knew they hadn't talked with one another the entire time they'd been imprisoned here. Moreover, unlike the burning man, she had come and kept herself peacefully and nonconfrontational, which of course put a good bit more weight on her words than his.
"Can you provide any proof of this?" he inquired of her, tone calm and forthcoming. Still, he couldn't fully hide the desire of wanting what she'd said to be true, a small inkling seeping through his masked demeanor...
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Tower Hospital
"...so I mean, did Don ever do anything like that?" Griffin questioned of Teivos, hands gesticulating heavily, "If not, you think it could work? I don't really know a lot about it, so..."
Vlasta gave another nod; one of acknowledgement, not agreement. He wanted to indicate he understood, which he did. Griffin's plan was, in essence, very simple: use his abilities to fix up Burning Brawler. The griffin he'd been cloned from could theoretically do so, meaning on layout, he should've been able to do the same.
And like the original, would be taking a great risk due to the strain it would put on the biological-technological interface of the chip in his head.
"I can't say I'm comfortable." the Tsaigon answered, taking a seat on an examination table, "But from what I've seen and heard, I think it should be possible. You've a mix of magic, technology, and psionic ability at your command. If you can control it, I believe it'll work."
Griffin swallowed a lump in his throat, looking over to the burnt man again. Not quite the answer he'd wanted to hear...but at least there was a chance, right? Besides...what was the worst thing that could happen here, in a hospital like this? He could pass out again and wake up with another headache. Then he'd have to drink that garbage-juice again...but it was worth it. Yes, it was worth it.
"I...I don't really know what's going to happen." he nervously admitted to Torcher and Pyra, "..but I'd like to try and help. Do I have your permission?"
Teivos meanwhile had little doubt he would, giving instructions to the medical staff via his SLI. Not that he didn't believe in the griffin's ability - it was that he did that made him uneasy. The one he'd been derived from was quite a close friend of his, and had hurt himself severely on more than one occasion with experimentation like this.
Thus as he lay down to let his own diagnostic begin (which he really hoped would find what the heck was wrong with him), he couldn't help but worry...
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((Gonna wait a little with China, seeing how this explanation would likely take a fair bit of time. ))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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OOC: Hey Devious, when I said the backpack patiently waited after retreating, I was implying that it continued to maneuver to remain hidden. 
((Well, okay. While I'm not entirely certain of the logic behind people combing a room for things as small as missing bullets not noticing a self-propelled backpack, I guess I'm cool with it if you really don't want it found. Gonna take a little longer before they go away, though. Oh, and when did you manage to get your spot back from your characters? or be they slackin'? ))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Well, okay. While I'm not entirely certain of the logic behind people combing a room for things as small as missing bullets not noticing a self-propelled backpack, I guess I'm cool with it if you really don't want it found. Gonna take a little longer before they go away, though. Oh, and when did you manage to get your spot back from your characters? or be they slackin'? ))
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OOC:
Well, Gregory's dead and the Egregore Device doesn't talk, ye'see.
ADDENDUM: After a recent RETCON, possibly done intentionally for this purpose, the Egregore Device no longer talks.
Flashpoint Zeo gave Isabel a quick, slighltly reproving look. "To not be so quick to be disavowing firsthand knowledge; have been active for more than twenty years, and participated in battle against Nazi nitwit."
The giant tank returned his attention to Wolfgang. "Had not yet been changed against will into this form, but was there- Reichsmann brought troops also, battled those. Primal Earth counterpart of Reichsmann, the Statesman, and the Freedom Phalanx versus Axis Amerika counterparts, the Amerika Korps. Was mildly impressive fight. Until Amerika Korps found Reichstwit to having been shortchanging Korps on training, anyhow. Korps folded like cheap suit, and Reichstwit dogpiled by dozens of supers. Did not go well for him."
The fiery titan shrugged a little. "Am sure crazed dictator over planet is having at least one mindreader on premsises, or can be having one manufactured. Is having everything else, after all." he commented, with more than a trace of sarcasm. "Truth can be being found in mind of self, if some caution is being excercised- consciousness is riding alongside larger consciousness; would be... unwise... to disturb larger consciousness, unless idea of having fiery armageddon is pleasing one- self can barely use tiny fraction of power of larger consciousness. Also, would most likely kill self, although am sure are not caring particularly about that aspect."
A pause, then an annoyed look at the guards. "As aside, exactly what have been accused of? Am fairly certain am responsible for nothing more serious than significant property damage, associating with 'criminals'..." the word 'criminals' was dripping with sarcasm- Flashpoint Zeo clearly wasn't putting a lot of stock in the justice system of the civilization as it had shown itself thus far- "Oh, and seeking impromptu audience with Dark Sovereign."
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Isabel paused for a moment, thinking. "Nope, don't think so. Not from here anyway, if you sent us back to our world we could get proof for you but really, I doubt you sending us back is anywhere near likely. So you've just got our word to go on, unless you feel like taking him up on the mindreading thing."
She just hoped if they did take him up on it, they didn't care to do the same to her. Isabel had had her mind read a few times before - she even volunteered for it once, fairly soon after whatever event had lead to her appearing out of nowhere in the middle of Paragon. No luck there though, to most it was as if those memories simply weren't there. To the more experienced or powerful ones it was as though something was blocking them. In the latter case their inevitable attempts to get through that barrier had been rather painful, which wasn't an experience she cared to have again if she could avoid it.
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: STOP!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WAIT ONE SECOND!
[Admin] Emperor Marcus Cole: WHAT IS A SEAGULL DOING ON MY THRONE!?!?
The nanites Sydonia released into the reanimation chamber were all assimilated by the mass of flesh growing inside shortly after making contact. Which presumably meant that it also had its own nanites...
And now it was trying to get out. Readings would confirm that it had suddenly awoken from its comatose state. The strands and webbings of flesh attached to the edges of the tank promptly formed metalic spikes within specialized sacs developed for the purpose, and shoved all of them into the sides of the chamber with the intent of breaking it open.
tátna Zbrojovka
Runway, Tower Base
"No." Sydonia responded dryly, a quick motion of her arm snatching the drone out of the air, though she was very careful not to damage it, "Tip for next time: your act would have been more convincing if you'd spoken to me over the link. Oh, and of course identified yourself with the Armádny Generál's authorization code. I will make deal, however: do not make trouble, and I will see what I can do. Acceptable?"
By now, the Molvia's rear ramp had come open, the medical team with the stasis unit that contained the singing head already up and at it, intent on delivering their charge to a waiting vehicle on the runway. They paid no heed to the smoking hole in the main tower's facade high above them, knowing well that though the sector they'd be taking the head to lay very close to the detention block, security would've informed them if there was a threat to their destination:
The reanimation vats...
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Floor 33, Detention Block
The small army Major Dos Santos had mentioned was indeed on the scene almost immediately, though it may have been smaller than she'd expected. Two Caldoks switched out for seven and a Tsaiv, but these came in Kazbeks - elite division.
"Major, status report." the Tsaiv Drustevník that led this team requested in a (thanks to his armor) stormtrooper-like voice with a Slavic accent. Like his fellows, he was prepared to fire at a moment's notice, but still exercised restraint because of the situation presented to him. The Caldoks with him did the same, though only because he was their CO; alone, those of the more warrior-minded species would've shot already, and they carried the same modifications on their plasma rifles as Wolfgang had, "What's going on here...?"
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Also On Floor 33
"What do you mean I'm not allowed to go in there?!" Teivos found himself blocked by the first team's backup, six covering the passage to the detention block while two stood in the Tsaigon's way.
"Exactly that, Sir." the team's CO replied, her voice (though still modified by the armor) identifying the woman as a local, "We've got an escaped prisoner, a very powerful one, not to mention the one that wanted to kidnap 'you' from the parade. So until we've subdued him, you're not getting anywhere near that guy. No offense Sir, but you're not even wearing any armor."
"I have with me Wolfgang, a telekinetic griffin, two of VB special operations, and a pair of hardened warmen with me." Vlasta counted off on his fingers, not giving up that easy, "I believe I am sufficiently secure."
"Not in my opinion, Sir." the CO gave a gradual shake of her head, "And unless you can get Sir Wolf to sing off on this, you're not getting past us."
"Hey, why're you involving me in this?" Wolfgang suddenly looked very shocked at just about everyone's eyes turning toward him, the cyborg backing up to the wall, holding up the palms of his metal hands, "I didn't say...well...Vlasta, please be reasonable about this..."
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Somewhere in China
"Hey, I'm talking to you." the red dragon huffed at the drill instructor's response, "What's the matter, you don't speak-?"
Duuuuuuuhhh...
Weaving a quick spell to translate, she repeated her inquiries. This time, the man would understand...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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