View Full Version : Stirring the Cauldron (RP)
02-28-2010, 03:00 PM
Richard Yancey sat at his desk quietly and reviewed the latest lab reports. Sure enough, Janssen had been right about the plant's production of oxygen. It was another of those similarities between Earth and Pandora that he had come to adore. Every day researching here was a journey. Or, it had been. Since the RDA had been awarded mining rights Extra-Solar Colony 1 had stopped being a small science and research outpost. It had turned into something else. The runways were twice as long as before. There was a huge fence now, and the few small structures that were original were dwarfed by a massive new series of buildings.
But the worst change was the militarization. They'd been in close and friendly contact with the Tipani before, learning about the various flora and fauna. Now they were walled off and armed mercenaries were everywhere. It felt more like a war zone than a research mission. But Administrator Baxter assured him that it was still the top priority. And to prove it, they'd shelled out two and a half billion dollars creating a new program. It was called the Avatar Program. The whole idea was to create Na'vi bodies that were remotely controlled. They'd managed to make two so far, and they promised he'd have one coming in on the next ship. The idea had promise, if it worked.
And in a few hours he'd find out if it worked when they tested out the system for the first time.
02-28-2010, 03:09 PM
Mo'loch was walking through the rainforests of Pandora at a quick pace. He was headed to the Kelutrel of the Tipani, the place that had served as the clan's home for many generations, dating back to more peaceful times.
Those times were over. With the arrival of the Tawtute, only evil things could happen. Mo'loch was sure of this. He just wanted more of his Na'vi bretheren to see it this way. Most were too fascinated by the Sky People's different way to life to realize the danger they posed.
He has watched the Sky People from the shadows. Observed their operations with a careful eye. Beheld their ignorance, their hostility to nature, their desire to tamper with everything in their path, deluded and childish. Nothing good could come from people like them.
Mo'loch was not Tipani, but he had known the Tsahik for a long time. It could be said that Lertua and himself were quite close. He hoped to settle in the Tipani Kelutrel for a while, at least until the Sky People's interests will lie no longer in their area.
02-28-2010, 03:14 PM
T'kia crouched low in the branches of a tree and trembled with barely suppressed rage. Before her, strange metal monsters felled the plants before them like nothing she had seen, carving a path to Eywa-knows-where. Not even Angtsik were so destructive.
But what made it all the worse was; tawtute seemingly controlled these beasts. From the inside, she thought with disgust.
Her hand clenched her bow in a white knuckled, iron grip, and she had to restrain herself from attacking. She was reasonably certain that the tawtute were no more indestructible than the warrior she had ambushed and slain in the forest the other day. But the sheer number of them in the destructive caravan stayed her wrath.
T'kia knew she needed help. She had warned her Olo'eyctan that the tawtute should be killed. That Eywa wouldnt want them here, but both he and the Tsahik had preached distance and neutrality. Only a handful of the other Tipani agreed with her.
Leaping from the tree and hurrying back to her pa'li, T'kia made her way back to the village. Maybe now they would listen.
Eywa... she hoped so.
02-28-2010, 03:24 PM
Mo'loch reached the entrance of the village. The Kelutrel was as he remembered it: towering high above the rest of the forest, standing proud like an ancient treasure. The People of the Tipani were gathering at the base of the Tree, prepared for the Olo'eyktan's speech regarding the tawtute situation.
He arrived just in time to spot another familiar figure. One that he hasn't seen in so long. T'kia. The brave young hunter he knew now all grown-up. He admired her strong heart and passion for protecting the People. Hopefully, she would share Mo'loch's hatred for the invaders and understand the danger.
"T'kia..." Mo'loch spoke, as he approached the huntress. "Oel ngati kameie ulte Eywa ngahu, ma tsmuke. It has been such a long time..."
02-28-2010, 03:55 PM
T'kia dismounted from the pa'li as she approached the kelutral. She noticed the people gathering about the base, preparing to listen to the Olo'eyctan. Her heart lept; she wasnt too late to speak against the tawtute; about what she saw.
Breathlessly she hurried to join the crowd but stopped when she heard a familiar voice greet her. She turned and saw Mo'loch, a man she saw a something of a mentor, and a friend, standing before her.
She returned the greeting hastily. "Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan," she said. Wasting no time she continued. "Do you know? Have you seen the forest? This is not right! You must come speak with me!"
02-28-2010, 04:01 PM
"I have." Mo'loch replied to T'kia's question on a sad tone. "I have felt the sadness of Eywa as our trees are cut and our land is burned. We must act now, before it is too late. Let us hurry to the gathering and speak to the Olo'eyktan."
02-28-2010, 04:10 PM
Seth was sitting in a tree he had climbed about a mile and a half northeast out of the base. He sat looking at a thanator and it's cubs that were in a small opening. There was a small plant on the tree that had collected water from the last rain shower. He took his cantine, dipped it in the plant and filled it halfway up. He took a few pictures of the cubs and put his pack on. He touched the commlink on his helmet. "Alright. I'm coming back to base. Dean out"
He found the footing on the tree and began to climb down. He lost his footing and started to fall. He landed on a large plant and slid to the ground. The thanator heard it and looked over. It growled and began to charge. "Ah ****".
He noticed a large stick, he picked it up and as the thanator reached him. He dodged to the left and used all the reach he had to hit the creature in the eye. The thanator yelped but wasn't really effected. The thanator swung it's head and sent him in to a tree. As it reached him he had unclipped his rifle and fired it right in to it's eye. It fell backwards and whined. He limped over to it's body and looked at it. It twitched and then died. He frowned and noticed a small flower. He picked out of the ground and put in over the thanators eyes. He slung his rifle and began the trek back to base.
02-28-2010, 04:26 PM
Mo'loch and T'kia approached the Olo'eyktan. The noise coming from the crowd gathered there suddenly stopped. The clan leader cast a quick eye on T'kia and her companion. He spoke, struck by surprise as he recognized the man before him.
"Mo'loch! What brings you here? Is some-"
"You must listen to me, ma eytcan. The tawtute are not what they seem to be. They claim interest in us and they flaunt their desire for peace and understanding, but it's a lie. A charade. T'kia and me have seen their forces. They bring machine demons from the skies and land them here to... harvest our land. They rip off trees from the ground, they put strange contraptions into the ground, something horrible is afoot here. You must listen!"
He turned to T'kia and waited. Maybe her words would convince the clan leader more than his.
02-28-2010, 04:39 PM
Olo'eyktan Pxau stood before the Tipani calmly. He listened to Mo'loch's words carefully before speaking. He held up his arm and the clan fell silent.
"Brothers and Sisters, we do not yet have reason to fight. I have consulted the Tsahik about this very careful. We are agreed that more deaths and blood will not please Eywa. What we must do is-"
A wisened and old voice spoke the rest. "We must learn more about these Sky People. We need to learn their tongue, and learn who they are. Only when we See them can we understand what they mean." It was Tsahik Lertua.
Unlike most clans, Lertua was not mated with Pxau. He had merely replaced her deceased mate's position since Lertua had no children. Lertua was the real power in the tribe. Her voice carried great weight, even though she could no longer see through her eyes.
02-28-2010, 04:45 PM
"I do not want war yet, either." Mo'loch said after reflecting on the Olo'eyktan's words. "But we must not trust them. We must not reveal our ways. They will use them against us, sooner or later. If knowledge suchs as the importance of the Tree of Souls is passed unto them, we will surely perish. You haven't seen their forces... they could easily kill us. Bows and Arrows or even blades do not work against their rotating mechanisms and cold metal."
Mo'loch paused for a while then bowed to the clan leader.
"Ma Olo'eyktan, even though I have no clan, I stand before you ready to serve the Tipani. My blade is yours."
02-28-2010, 04:47 PM
Pxau frowned. "How would you know if our weapons do nothing unless you tried? Have I not warned against provoking them?"
02-28-2010, 04:56 PM
"Pxau, you hardly know tawtute monstrosities. Just the mere sight of them will convince you of our military inferiority" Mo'loch said bluntly, avoiding the question that might put T'kia in trouble.
02-28-2010, 04:58 PM
T'kia waited patiently for her time to speak, but when the opportunity presented itself she hesitated. No one but her knew of the tawtute she had killed in the forest. Nor did they know she had fired on one of their machines, seeing how ineffective her arrows were.
"Mo'loch speaks the truth. And I have seen it with my own eyes." she started. "I have... I have watched their... machines tear through the forest like a palulukan through a village."
She paused, her voice hitching.
"They care nothing for us, or our ways. It is a ruse, like I have said before." Again, her voice hitched and she couldnt bring herself to say what she needed.
02-28-2010, 05:04 PM
Lertua raised a hand. "We must not act rashly with anger. We are not wounded beasts lashing out at whatever we can. It is our burden to learn, to discover. We must do so."
02-28-2010, 05:08 PM
"I have discovered all we need to know about these...creatures!" T'kia blurted out. "They rape our land with no thought to how it will hurt us! Hurt Eywa!"
"I will not stand idly by and let them!"
02-28-2010, 05:10 PM
Lertua spoke all the more calmly in response. "Calm yourself my child. Eywa would not want you to fill yourself with hatred. We cannot afford to act rashly young one. We must show patience. Knowledge is our weapon."
02-28-2010, 05:16 PM
T'kia grit her teeth, but her argument died on her tongue. Her chieftan wouldnt see reason. Turning furiously, she stormed away from the crowd, a plan forming in her mind.
02-28-2010, 05:21 PM
Mo'loch watched the conversation between the two leaders and T'kia. While he saw the reason behind the elder's hesitation to open hostilities on the tawtute, he agreed with T'kia and intended to support her.
He bowed before the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahik and ran to meet T'kia before she departed out of sight. He admired her fire, but he did not want her to place herself in danger.
Managing to outrun her, he told her to stop as he caught his breath for a moment.
"I will stand by you, T'kia. What do you intend to do?"
02-28-2010, 05:26 PM
T'kia wasnt exactly patient while she waited for Mo'loch to catch his breath. Her foot tapped a staccato rhythm on the packed earth. But when he asked his question, her mood completely flipped.
He agrees with me!
"I intend to gather like minded na'vi," she began. "With or without the blessing of our leaders, I will drive the tawtute away from us. They will give up or perish.
"They are not invincible," she went on to explain. "I... I have killed one. One of their warriors was in the forest killing the animals with his weapon. They bleed like any other animal and can be slain."
"You will aid me then?"
02-28-2010, 05:29 PM
Mo'loch smiled. He knew T'kia's fire will not disappoint. He was usually a calm man, life's experience taught him this way, but he had no mercy towards the tawtute and wanted their annihilation more than anything else right now.
"Indeed I will aid you." he replied smirking. "I suggest going to the Omaticaya tribe east of here. We can start our gathering there, the Tipani is not exactly a welcoming place for us at the moment. Pxun has ensured a non-violent rule regarding the tawtute monsters."
02-28-2010, 05:50 PM
Seth stopped. He thought about the dead thanator. He thought about the local people. The one he observed hunt a deer like creature. He turned on his comms and linked it to Yanceys. "Hey Yance. It's Dean. Remember that village we saw. I'm going to go get a closer look. I'm about three quarter miles away from it so I might as well. If something happens I'll activate my emergency transmitter." He turned off the comms. He unhooked the breather from his helmet and quickly took a sip from his cantine and then put the steel breathing mask back over the glass face plate that kept the air out. He headed north to the tipani clans village.
02-28-2010, 05:59 PM
Azumamaro climbed eagerly into his link pod. He had tons of hours of link time in the training simulator back on Earth. Now he got to try the real thing for the first time. It was an exciting prospect for him. He couldn't wait to get out and try to connect with the local Na'vi. He had been practicing his Na'vi for years, preparing for this journey.
"Alright, doc. Let's get this ball rolling. I got a culture to learn out there." Azumamaro said confidently, almost arrogantly, as he laid down in the link pod and closed the lid. There he waited for the link process to start and finish.
(OOC: Sorry Shat, I totally missed that part about the AVTR program being in the first stages. As you can see the post is now edited.)
02-28-2010, 06:02 PM
T'kia hurriedly gathered supplies for the journey to the Omaticaya. She didnt need much; some food, her weapons. It was only a two day flight to their kelutral but it would still pay to be ready for anything.
Once satisfied that she was prepared, she went to meet Mo'loch once more. She found him quickly. "I will fly. Are you still bonded with an ikran?"
02-28-2010, 06:04 PM
Dr. Yancey sat by the link unit. It had taken almost thirty minutes to make the link between Azumamaro and his avatar. And Yancey didn't want to miss a minute of it, even if he was on the boring end.
[OOC: You need to read what I post before you post. I don't want to see contradictions. I just stated that the first tests were underway, so you couldn't have been out before.]
02-28-2010, 06:07 PM
"Yes. Misha is old now, but still as capable as ever.", Mo'loch replied. Indeed, his Ikran was the only constant presence he's seen in his loner life. He was with him almost all the time in the forests, even though they haven't really flied in a long while. Making the specific calling sounds, Misha appeared quickly and signaled Mo'loch to ride him.
Mo'loch climbed on the back of his Ikran. He already packed the necessary items he had to bring: a small bit of food, as well as his weapons: his two blades and longbow, along with a quiver of neurotoxin-dipped arrows.
"I am ready when you are" he said firmly.
02-28-2010, 07:18 PM
After T'kia and Mo'loch had finished speaking with the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan, another Na'vi approached them. This one was much muscular than the average Na'vi and looked formidable, clad in his bone armor. His bow and arrows strapped to his back and his dagger safe in his sheath, he wielded a mighty swordlike mace as well as a medium-sized feathered shield strapped to his arm, made from the hide of a Hammerhead Titanothere.
Tel'chak had just finished training the newly formed Palulukan Guards, a platoon of elite Na'vi warriors trained in melee combat to act as bodyguards to the Tipani leaders. Bowing respectfully to the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan, Tel'chak greeted in a low, yet rich voice, "The Palulukan Guards have finished their training. I fear that the tawtute grow stronger with every coming day."
He paused to sadly look over at T'kia and Mo'loch who were about to leave. For a short while, he fell in love with T'kia but his pessimistic views hindered him from doing anything more than just that. "Where are they going?"
02-28-2010, 07:21 PM
Pxau answered his question. "They ignore the wisdom of the Tsahik. They seek blood instead of knowledge."
02-28-2010, 07:27 PM
After seven minutes of running through the forest, Seth had reached the edges of the Tipani clans village. He was behind a tree up on a small ridge crouched down. He looked around at the Na'vi walking around doing their chores in the village. His dull greenish armor making him hard to see. He noticed a Na'vi look over to where he was at. It looked away not seeming to notice. He pulled out his camera and started to take pictures. He the ground underneath him gave way and he went tumbling down the small hill. His pistol came loose and discharged sending an even louder indicator to his location. His camera had landed i'm a puddle and shorted out. He layer there face down in some mud. As he looked up and wiped the grime off his visor he noticed pretty much the whole village looking at him
02-28-2010, 07:31 PM
Olo'eyktan Pxau stared in disbelief. This sky person was clumsier than an infant. He gestured to Te'chak. "Restrain this one. We will learn from him."
02-28-2010, 07:37 PM
After an excruciatingly long wait, Azumamaro's conscious transferred over to his new body. It took a few minutes to adjust to the new form. He had a team of doctors pouring over his every movement, shining lights in his eyes and checking everything they could check.
"Alright, alright, guys." Azumamaro said, "Damn, I know you guys got tests to do, but slow it down a bit here. Can I at least get used to the body first?"
He sat up slowly, getting a feel for the body. Moving around in his Avatar in real life was much different than the simulations had said it would be.
"Good, you can sit up." one of the doctors said. Azumamaro swung his legs over the side of the gurney, "Let's start with some basic motor skills tests. Can you touch you thumb to your fingers?"
Azumamaro looked at his hands and touched each finger of each hand to his thumbs. "Yeah, got that."
The doctor and Azumamaro ran through some more motor control tests.
"Everything is looking good. Do you think you can stand?" the doctor asked.
"Of course." Azumamaro replied as he pushed himself off of the gurney and onto his feet. He dwarfed the human doctor in his new form. He wobbled on his feet for a little bit, but managed to stabilize himself. He rested a hand against the window that showed into the bio-lab.
"When do you guys think I can get out and give this thing a real test drive?" Azumamaro asked the techs inside.
(OOC: I edited my original post, Shatner. Sorry about missing the part about the AVTR program being in the test stages.)
02-28-2010, 07:38 PM
T'kia was so focused on her task that she completely missed the commotion happening at the base of the tree. Navigating her way out on a branch, she chirped out a call.
Her ikran swooped down and lit on the branch with an answering chirp. Gently, T'kia stroked her muzzle and whispered calming words before connecting her queue and mounting the beast. She had yet to name the ikran, but thought bitterly that she had other, more important things to take care of first.
With a cry, the two took to the air, T'kia glancing back only once to make sure Mo'loch was following.
02-28-2010, 07:40 PM
Mo'loch thought he heard many fellow Na'vi arguing below the Kelutrel, but he decided to ignore them. His mission took priority. Connecting his queue to Misha's, he felt the bond growing strong as their nervous systems bonded. Once they were synchronized, Mo'loch ordered the Ikran to fly and follow T'kia through the skies as they made their way towards the Omaticaya Hometree.
02-28-2010, 07:43 PM
Before the warrior got to him, Seth had stood up and unclipped his rifle. He didn't raise it, he set it on the ground, he did same thing with the grenade launcher and flamethrower. He crossed his arms looked around. He noticed a lizard like creature that he landed on. It was alive but stuck in the mud. He crouched down and dug his fingers in the mud underneath it. He pulled up the creature, poured the contents his cantine on it, cleaning the mud off. He reached his arm over to a spot of dry land and it scurried away. In this motion he activated his emergency transmitter on his watch. He then stood up and walked very calmly torwards the massive creature walking torwards him.
02-28-2010, 07:47 PM
OOC: Not a problem 109th Star. You're an experienced RP poster, so I knew you weren't doing anything wrong on purpose.
Yancey shook his head on the other side of the window. "I really don't know, this is the first time anyone has done this. I suggest you take it very slowly." Though he tried to keep his voice calm, excitement prevailed.
But then a voice from behind him disrupted the mood. "How is your puppet show Doctor?" It was Major Ross, the Southern accent gave it away. So did the attitude. Yancey counted to three and turned. "How did you get in here Ross?" He asked, well demanded really. "This is my base Doctor, I go where I want." Yancey seethed, but didn't rise to the bait. Instead he turned back to the biolab window. He wouldn't let a jerk like Ross ruin this day for him.
02-28-2010, 07:55 PM
Azumamaro listened and watched the brief conversation between Yancey and Ross. Azumamaro could already tell that the military and mining presence was going to make his job a lot harder. He didn't have a clue how he was going to get the local Na'vi to trust him enough to teach him their culture.
However he decided to keep his outlook positive, he was sure he would succeed no matter the difficulty. "I don't do slow too well, Doc." Azumamaro quipped, "I'd like to get out there before any chance of establishing relations with the Tipani are gone. I can't do my job stuck in a lab like you guys, I have to be out there."
02-28-2010, 08:02 PM
Glaring down at the Sky People who just stumbled upon Tipani territory, Tel'chak roughly lifted Seth off the ground by his right shoulder with one hand, inspecting him. These little creatures didn't seem so threatening, but looks were deceiving. Dropping him back on the ground, Tel'chak forced Seth to kneel in front of the Tsahik and Olo'eykan, waiting for them to interrogate the Sky Person.
02-28-2010, 08:50 PM
Ma’rali had listened to the conversation between the young huntress, the Chieftan and the new arrival with interest and twitching ears. Her tail flipped slowly from one side to another. She decided to be just a watching person untill the situation would be clearer than now.
The one-armed Na’vi female hated the skypeople as hard as she was able to, but her handicap had given her a rather observant view on the things.
She watched thoughtfully the conversation between Tel’chak, the Oloeyktan and the Tsahik.
She sat down, gripped another piece of wood between her toes and started to grave it, listening to the conversation, as a sudden loud and unnatural noise clanged in a close distance.
She looked up and her eyes widened. There was a skypeople-person. In the village.
With a fast movement she stood up and walked slowly in the direction, where Tel’chak was gripping the small figure. Her eyes fixing the weapons, she drew nearer. The giant Na’vi forced the human in the direction of the Tsa’hik and the Oloeyktan, but Ma’rali just saw the weapons. The skypeople didn’t matter to her.
Mary watched with gleaming eyes the transformation of the other Avatar-driver. She hasn’t said a word as long as the procedure wasn’t fully complete, but as Azumamaro in the body of his Avatar stretched and rose, she smiled. She watched him testing his fingers and admired the smoothness with which he was driving the avatar. With one ear listening to the conversation between Yancey and Ross, she smiled widely in Azumamaros direction.
She hoped, her first start here would work as good as his.
03-01-2010, 03:31 AM
Good lord, was that a read through. BTW: Seth or whatever, WTF is he doin packing with a Pistol, Rifle, Grenade Launcher AND a frickin flamethrower? How the hell UNrealistic is that!!! And he has a camera and is running around, alone, miles in Pandora??? It just doesn't seem right...
Carl sat eating a sandwitch. Around the parimeter you could see rifles going off as troops fired into the surrounding trees. He just shook his head, it wasn't right.
Another soldier sat down next to him, smoking a cigarette.
"Carl," the man said.
"Tom" said Carl, no emotion in his voice.
"Your brother is going to be headin out alongside those mining boys, you know," said Tom, "It's... supposed to be a small escort. But it's right after a switch in the guard. If you wanted to, we could get permission and head along."
"Oh, wow, really?" said Carl, perking up a bit, "You know, I always wanted to see how those big... things work. Are we gonna see them dig?"
"Oh, yeah you will," said Tom, "Look at you. Like a boy all gigly and all."
"I'm just excited I finally get to see something a little new," said Carl.
"You worked in the greenhouse farms back home, didn't you?" asked Tom.
Carl nodded, inhaling the rest of his sandwitch.
"There's talk of farming some of the local crops and stuff," said Tom, "Part of that scientist crap, you know? They're looking for anyone with farm experience."
"Yeah, like that's going to happen," said Carl, "I came out here to get away from farming. And so far? It's been just that. Away from farming."
"Well, think about it," said Tom, "It might change your mind."
03-01-2010, 04:50 AM
T'kia flew eastward with Mo'loch close behind. It was only the first leg of their journey to the omaticaya hometree, and soon they would have to land for the night and make camp. She had many things on her mind, first and foremost being the tawtute and what to do about them.
But she wasnt too distracted to have missed Tel'chak in the congregation. When she was younger, she was very much in love with the imposing warrior. After she proved herself at Iknimaya and bonded with her ikran, she and Tel'chak had mated before Eywa... but Eywa hadnt blessed their union.
It was embarrassing for the both of them and that incident effectively ended their relationship, but a small part of her still missed the warrior.
She was drawn out of her introspection when her ikran shrieked at her. She looked ahead and squinted to make out the details of what she was seeing. Ahead, about 10 bow shots away, the forest had been cleared in this spot too, and it looked like a giant cookie cutter had taken a circle out of the foliage.
Intrigued, she signaled back to Mo'loch that she was going in for a closer look.
((OOC: Its going to be a loooooong day at work for me today, so forgive me if I dont get back to this until tonight.))
03-01-2010, 06:50 AM
Mo'loch and T'kia landed in a forested area. They saw the death circle from above and T'kia decided to take a closer look from below. It would be safer to observe while covered by foliage. Mo'loch would have liked to rest, but he decided to follow the young huntress. He cared for the beautiful T'kia a lot, even though he didn't show it, and he was bent on protecting her from harm.
They dismounted their Ikrans and left them silently behind as they walked near the clearing. Apparently the tawtute monsters used their metal abominations to clear a lot of trees in order to build their hiding places.
"What kind of coward lives in closed spaces like that?" Mo'loch thought disgusted as he observed the machines performing operations of placing steel upon steel, and binding them in a sparkling fashion.
Right near their hiding place was a group of soldiers freshly arrived from one of the mechanical flyers. Mo'loch observed these men. Their bodies covered in armor, all bearing strange contraptions on their faces, for reason yet unknown to him.
A man was leading them. A tall, muscular, imposing figure. Dark hair, light blue eyes staring with a mad gaze... and a scar on the right part of his head. Apparently from a Na'vi, as they were the marks of four fingers.
The man waved his hands around, speaking to his regiment in the tawtute's strange language. Mo'loch could not make a word out of it. After the soldier was done, he departed on another metal flyer.
The regiment broke as each went into their separate ways. Only two tawtute remained behind to talk. Mo'loch signaled T'kia that he will get closer to see them better.
The men were talking. Mo'loch, once more, could not understand, but he listened nontheless:
"So... whaddaya think 'bout the Cap'n, Minster?"
"Quaritch? Eh... he's decent I guess. But too damn rough. Yelled at me more than once for f*cking nothin'."
"Life made him that way, dude. Rumor is he could strangle a Thanator with his bare fists, I'd be careful."
The other man started laughing loudly.
"Dude, what the hell is he, Chuck Norris? You're buying too much bullsh*t from Tycher again.
"Listen to me, man. This guy will become Head of Security one day, mark my words."
The man laughed once more. "Give it a rest, bro, you full of sh*t." he patted him on the back.
"More like full of piss. Which reminds me, I'm gonna take a leak. Be right back."
Both men laughed. They were so strange. Why were they laughing so much? "Is it funny my homeland is being burned, my bretheren killed, as trees around us fall and the air is polluted with their machines!?" Mo'loch thought outraged as his hatred for the tawtute got even stronger.
The two got separated as the soldier went deeper into the forested area and positioned himself near a tree. This was Mo'loch's moment. He struck from behind, kicking the man to the ground. He yelled in pain, but nobody heard him, Mol'och put a blade to the man's neck and threatened him to be silent.
"Oh please please no, man, no please no" he pathetically begged. The tawtute was obviously shaken, struggling violently, to no avail, as Mo'loch put his hand on the contraption tied to his face, his rough fingers touching the surface of the glass, inspecting it from top to bottom.
"I wonder what purpose these serve." the Na'vi assassin said as he removed the exomask from the human's face.
"Noooooo!" he tried to scream, but the hand against his mouth prevented him from letting but a loud moaning. He was frighted to death, trying to grab the mask back from Mo'loch's hand. His whole body was shaking, his lungs broke. After 41 seconds, the man passed out. In under two minutes, he died. Face all pale, body still, motionless. Life drained from him.
Mo'loch's golden eyes sparkled with satisfaction. He smiled. "So this is what happens. We discovered something interesting today." he said to T'kia as he dropped the mask on the ground and turned towards her.
03-01-2010, 07:04 AM
Azumamaro was now walking around the small observation room. He was growing restless. Acting like he was casually strolling like they wanted, Azumamaro made his way to the door.
"I'm done with tests." Azumamaro said suddenly, "I need to truly take this thing for a drive." With that, Azumamaro opened the door and took off outside. Running was difficult at first, his legs didn't quite want to work right, and he had to adjust to running with a tail, but he began to adjust.
However, what he didn't count on was the large group of marines standing right outside the door. Not knowing that he was on their side they surrounded him. Soon, he was standing in the middle of a circle of AMP suits and marines with assault rifles. They were shouting at him, asking what his business was.
"Whoa fellas. Name's Azumamaro Nakanishi. I'm a Avatar Driver, part of the new program that just started. I'm testing out the new body." Azumamaro explained, his arms in the air to show that he meant no harm. "Didn't mean to startle you guys."
03-01-2010, 07:25 AM
Pxau stepped down from the platform he was on and walked up to the skyperson and examined him. He was half his height, and looked fragile. He picked up his weapon and examined it. He pointed it at the ground and started to press buttons. When he pulled the device in one spot it jerked in his hand and destroyed the dirt, causing large clouds of it to swirl. He tossed the device aside, and tried to use what little of the skypeople language he knew.
"What are you called? And why you here?"
Yancey saw the Avatar leaving the lab, and he grabbed an exopack and followed. By the time he caught up, Azumamaro was was surrounded by soldiers and the armored suits.
"Hold on! This guy is with me, we're testing a new program." They lowered their weapons, almost reluctantly. And it became apparent they weren't doing it for him.
Major Ross came up from behind him. "Good work boys, vigilance always pays. Now patrol the perimeter." The Marines dispersed and Ross turned back to Yancey. "We can't be too careful. We've lost five men this week to those savages. You should thank them for doing their jobs."
03-01-2010, 07:56 AM
Seth looked over at his weapon and quickly discarded any thoughts he had. He looked up and spoke very politely.
"I am Seth Dean. I am a warrior. I am here to..... See your people. I mean no harm. But my brothers. They do not care like I do. I apologize for my intrusion. With your permision, may I stand?" he looked over and saw a one armed Na'vi looking at his weapons.
03-01-2010, 08:19 AM
"How do you prove this Sef?" He asked, accidentally mangling the strange name.
03-01-2010, 08:36 AM
"Have I shown any hostility to you and your people. If I was here to kill I would have done so. And most likely failed." he looked up and noticed a seed from the sacred tree. He gestured to it. "look. What is you word for them." he asked cautiously.
03-01-2010, 08:39 AM
"It is called Atrokirina." Pxau provided the word cautiously.
03-01-2010, 09:21 AM
"That was close. It would look pretty bad to have gotten a multi-million dollar, biological engineering masterpiece shot up on the first day." Azumamaro laughed. If nothing else, he was having fun with it. This body felt so much... better than a human body. As he just stood there, he could feel how much stronger and faster he was now.
"This is amazing, Doc." Azumamaro said, "This body just feels incredible. I don't know how to describe it..."
03-01-2010, 09:31 AM
"Billion dollar, actually. But don't worry about breaking it. The bones are mostly carbon-fiber." Yancey abruptly switched his tone. "But this is amazing! I really can't believe we did it, you are in an actual Na'vi body!" He grinned and laughed. "I just can't believe this! Its amazing."
03-01-2010, 09:48 AM
Doctor Simon Deegran was finishing his analysis of the freshly-extracted tissue sample. Viperwolf muscle. The axions seemed to connect to the muscles in a similar way to other creatures, but the muscles themselves seemed to die very quickly when separated from the rest of the body, as compared to the samples taken from terran animals.
He should be happy. He was free to do almost anything and the company seemed to have given him more trust than the avatar program people. To think he took part in the research that enabled this consciousness linking... Not that anyone cared. Good publicity was never his top priority. But it wasn't the fact that most people didn't greet him politely that bothered him. He was vivisecting the animals after all... It was the fact that he felt as though he had not finished his task. The avatars they had were glitchy and the links they could estabilish surprisingly weak. The security team was not very helpful in providing living organisms and most of the science team was too thrilled about the "natives" to spend much time helping. So there he was, researching space dogs... If only he could catch some other specimens easily. Catching a Na'vi would be the absolute pinnacle of achievement - all the tests he could run. That would greatly benefit the program...
He could no longer focus on the analysis. Ideas were running through his mind again. He took a rifle-like device from the table to his side and opened a cupboard filled with metal syringes. He took ten, opened the device from the side and proceeded to load it, one syringe at the time. They looked pretty sturdy, and all of them read "Vercuronium". He modified a hunting rifle brought from earth that was already capable of shooting paralysing agents so that the syringes would be bigger, capable of delivering bigger doses. Otherwise he could just as well be running around with a slingshot.
The door to the lab opened. He turned around and saw a security officer walking towards him.
"What is it?"
"We need you to perform an autopsy."
"I told you that a living organi-"
"It's a security officer."
"...Well then, I'm not a pathologist. Besides, can't you just have a medic perform it?"
"I don't know sir, orders from the higher ups."
"I... I'm kind of busy right now, see, I'm researching-"
"The body is in lab four."
He got up and walked outside of his lab, heaing towards the dressing room. He put on his autopsy coat and took a pair of yellow gloves with him, proceeding towards a door with the number four stencilled on it. He slid his card against the reader, then walked in. The automatic lightning system was failing again, it was dark. His hand proceeded towards the manual switch. Probably another idiot took his mask off and panicked. Will those people ever lea-
The lights flickered on, showering everything with a cold, white glow. On the table, directly in front of him lay a seemingly intact body of a SecOps officer. It was completely undamaged, save for the clothes torn a bit on the side. He wasn't bleeding, his head appeared intact. No puncture marks, no visibly broken bones. A single arrow was placed next to his body.
Well, let's hope this will be more entertaining than a crossword.
03-01-2010, 12:54 PM
Seth looked at it and smiled behind his face mask. He took a breath and then spoke again. "Well, I saw one once. And it made me feel at peace. I dont understand why but it did. But, now that you know about me and I'm assuming that you want something from me, seeing that you have not killed me yet." He said as he took out his cantine, he shook it realizing it was empty.
03-01-2010, 12:56 PM
Pxau kept staring at him. He turned to Tel'chak and spoke in his own language. "Keep a close watch on him. Try to learn more of his language, and his intentions."
03-01-2010, 01:03 PM
Seth stood there respectfuly, as if waiting for something. He looked around and noticed all the Tipani people staring at him.
"Well, i can see all your faces, so i believe it is only right to show you mine."
He unclipped the helmet from the rest of the suit, as he took a deep breath. When the helmet was removed it made a hissing sound of oxygen escaping. He stood smiling, his full face now able to be seen. He looked around, holding his breath.
03-01-2010, 01:15 PM
With narrowed eyes, Ma’rali knelt down next to the machinegun, the skypeople person had dropped. It was something… similar to that thing that caused all of her pain. Her tail started a rapidly rhythm with it’s end.
She was not dumb or careless enough to touch something new without a very close look before.
This… thing obviously got a grasp, and some buttons and a hole and…
Carefully she gripped the grasp with her hand, lifting the machinegun out of the mud and let it drop back. Her eyes examined the thing more closely. It was heavy and it was made of… She touched carefully the dark material… of something she never touched before.
03-01-2010, 01:56 PM
Seth looked over and noticed the girl touching his weapon. He quickly put his helmet on and breathed oxygen in. He clumsily ran over to her waving his arms.
"Please don't touch that. It's quite deadly." He said. He bent over and picked up the rifle. He wiped the mud off and looked at it. He pulled back the bolt on the side and removed the magazine. He stowed it on his pack and clicked the saftey on. He held it out to her.
"Now you can hold it."
((OOC: it's not a machine gun. It's a high powered rifle with a 50.cal bullet. The clip holds five rounds.))
03-01-2010, 02:24 PM
The gaze of the one-armed Na’vi froze instantly as the human touched the weapon and did…things. She followed his movement with her dark amber eyes, than she looked at the weapon, he was holding to her. She lifted her gaze, looked at her Olo’eyktan. She didn’t know what that tiny creature exactly had done, but she knew very well that he had changed something. And she felt mistreated. How dare he take the thing from her, she was examining at the moment?
Still on her knees, she was as tall as he was. She blinked from the weapon to his face, than she punched him with a hard fist on his shoulder. His body spun around, the power of the hit threw his body several meters back, sending him and the weapon into the muddy ground.
Ma’rali stood up, growling gently, snarling like a lion.
03-01-2010, 02:40 PM
Seth laid on his back in the mud. He coughed and then rolled over and stood. He looked at the one armed girl. He took the clip off his belt and then picked up his rifle. He slammed the magazine in and clicked the safety off. He raised it and aimed it at her. He sighed and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He put his arm over his chest and bowed. A sign of respect in his eyes. Then he took a fighting stance. He charged her and slammed the shoulder she just clobbered in to her left knee. His low center of gravity giving him the edge for just a short time. He stood back and watched the unphased Na'vi.
"Son of a bitch." he said as he took a fighting stance. Ready for the beating he was about to take.
03-01-2010, 02:45 PM
No sooner had the human made a movement with his weapon, than the Tipani hunters had arrows pointed at the human. Olo'eyktan Pxau walked over and grabbed the weapon. He took it and threw it with all his strength into the woods. "You are guest here. You not have weapons." He said in his broken English. Then he had the guards remove him.
03-01-2010, 03:00 PM
Simon put on a surgical mask and plexi goggles, then the yellow elbow-long gloves. The body was like every other he had seen when he was a student. He noticed a piece of synthetic paper next to the arrow lying on the table. It read "found right next to body". He gave the corpse another look. Even from up close it looked more like death from a heart attack then anything he's had to deal with before. It's not like they haven't got used to being ambushed by the savages, it's just that investigating the cause of death was usually never a big concern - a missing head or a meter-long piece of wood sticking from the chest. This time was different. Simon cut open the officer's shirt and examined the chest. No signs of broken ribs or bleeding. He turned the recording equipment on. "No signs of major damage to the chest. The only visible puncture is a flesh wound running along the left part of the ribcage."
Why wouldn't they just let him finally do some actual research? They brought him all the way to Pandora to just store him aside while the avatar team had their fun. This was meaningless.
Simon picked up a scalpel. "Beginning a Y-incision... Still no signs of abnormalities." He scraped the layers of tissue aside, leaving just the ribcage. While cutting away with the bonesaw, with the unbearable, high-pitched drilling sound, he wondered if he should have just taken things into his own hands. Moving from one rib to the other, he kept returning in his mind to the research he did on Earth. At least that was meaningful. Neurotransmitters, electrochemical processes. Consciousness attachment... He grabbed a pair of what looked like garden scissors and begin neatly cracking the bones. What if I were to take the matters in my own hands? All the chances flying past me... Finally the last rib broke and Simon removed the bones. "No visible signs of damage to the lungs... Lack of internal bleeding... The heart is-" he started, but didn't finish. He noticed the heart seemed abnormally discoloured. "Heart shows signs of sudden death...". He stood there for a while, looking at the arrow. That would make sense. He put the ribs back on the ribcage, packed the skin together and put the arrow in a metal container. He would have to run toxicity tests on the substance on the tip. Screwed over yet again. Hours wasted on this. Guess they really like to know the cause of death, something to tell the families when handing over the ashes... Such bull****. He took off his gloves, put the body in a fridge and left for the dressing room, then went back to take the arrow to the labs.
Maybe he'll be done before dinner time. Taking the matters into your own hands...
03-01-2010, 03:15 PM
The moment the clan’s leader raised his voice made Ma’rali frozen instantly. Her left eye was twitching. She bowed to Pxeau. “Am I allowed to teach this creature its manners, Olo’eyktan?”
The twitching got worse and her one hand was wincing.
“I want this. I know what it is. And I want it.” She made a small gesture to the weapon a hunter was holding.
03-01-2010, 03:25 PM
"Hey, Carl," yelled Dan from ontop one of the "Hell Trucks".
Carl lifted himself up, and he smiled broadly. He and a few others got leave to join the small expedition, the first send-out of the majority of the mining vehicles. Carl was excited. He had never seen the mining equipment in action before.
Theyw ere on their way out, rolling through a well pre-set path right through the forest. Carl smiled, incredibly happy at the experience so far. It was the DREAM!
"Glad you left it, now?" said Dan.
"Hell yeah!" said Carl.
"Hey, keep your eyes open," said Tom, from farther out, "We're entering an area where sightings are common."
"Kill all sons-of-bitches," said Carl, adjusting his rifle in his hands, smiling to himself, "No worries, eh bro?"
"There's always sense to worry," said Dan, "Now please, pay attention. I don't want you dead."
One of the dozers up ahead crashed into a tree trunk, toppling the tree and sending small, birdlike creature flying into the sky. Some gunfire showed other soldiers trying to hit the creatures, like some sort of sport.
"Damn, nobody would've guessed I would've left that planet," said Carl.
"No guesses you're getting off this one either," said Tom, "Suprise us all."
"You know, talk has it that a new program goin on here might need some extra tight security detail," said Dan, frightenly, "Talk has it they.... they have it out for me to be one of them."
"Wait, what?" said Carl, "Now wait a damn minute, here. You're goin out to an extra dangerous security detail?"
"Now, just listen," said Dan, "It's not certain yet... no one really knows about it yet, it's just-"
"Contact!!" came a yell from the other side of the Dozer, and yells and gunfire erupted all around them. Dan looked around, confused, and Carl ducked down a little, pointing at the forest.
"****, get down!!!" yelled Tom.
An arrow flew really close to Carl, and a squish and thud filled his ears as it slammed into the side of the dozer. Carl dropped to a knee, keeping a keen eye on the other arrows jetting from the treeline.
"Fire," yelled Tom, "Fire at wilL! Get the bastards!!"
Carl lept from the truck, hitting hard on the ground. He fired blindly into the treeline, destroying leaves and the canopies alongside the other surviving security details while the radio split with multiple contact.
"Damn, we got another contact on the Mining force.."
"What do you think? Those damns natives."
"It must be another tribe... I don't think that-"
"Can the geek, please. omeone call the boss. he's gonna want to see this."
"****... and we thought we were making progress too."
"Bull****!" yelled Carl, firing the rest of his magazine into the forest. And as quickly as it started.... it ended. No arrows came from the treeline, no more attackers from the forest.
"Under the Truck," yelled Tom, for he was already taking cover under the moving vehicle. Other soldier followed, and Carl ebgan looking around for his brother.
"Dan," yelled Carl, "Dan, I made it! Who's not gonna make it off the planet now! Woo-Hoo, boy!"
Carl looked around, a worried look spreading on his face.
"Dan?" asked Nate, "You there?"
"Up... here..." said Dan, from back ontop the helltruck.
Carl grabbed a hold of the laffer by the back tire, and he climbed up on top of the helltruck where they had been standing. He examined the arrows sticking firmly into the metal of the truck as he ascended, and he laughed to himself at the size.
"Damn... these are big-*** arrows," said Carl, finishing the ladder climb and standing up, "Imagine if you'd been shika-bobbed by one of those."
Carl stopped suddenly, a terrified look plastered on his face.
"Yeah," said Dan, clutching at the arrow that had passed through him and stuck him to the helltruck, "Tell me about it."
"Oh... my God," yelled Carl, "Dan!"
Carl ran up to his brother, and he clutched the arrow a little bit, tears begining to warm his face. Dan spit up blood into his mask, almost obscurring his face from view.
"It's alright... I-I can fix this," yelled Carl, examining the wounds and the arrow, "D-Doc! Medic! Anyone! W-We can fix this! He's not dead! He's not DEAD!"
"E-Even if they c-could," stuttered Dan, "The P-poison had already t-t-taken..."
"Don't speak," said Carl, tears now streaming down his face, "You're gonna be ok. You're going to live. Moma always knew that. You're the successful one."
Dan forced a gurgly laugh... and slunked over, only being held up by the massive arrow. Carl began to cry harder... holding onto the arrow and grasping the back of his brother's hair... rubbing it slightly.
"Dan," he yelled, waiting for a response, "Don't you die on me, little brother! Dan! I'm gonna kill you! No joshin', now! Dan!"
He cried for a little bit more... he felt the pulse in his brother die, and a last gurgle escape his blood soaked mouth. His mask had began filling with blood. Carl cried harder, cletching his stomach as pain began to come over him.
"No.... NO!" yelled Carl, "Damnit all, NO! Danny! Dan! Somebody! Medic, god-damnit, MEDIC!!"
OOC: Sorry for the little side story a bit... thought maybe this would bring some tension. Say it was another clan, if you wish. This post actually took a WHILE to write... time to re-catch up.
03-01-2010, 03:42 PM
OOC: Damn fine post comedian.
Pxau looked at Ma'rali. "You will teach him. But you will also learn from him. Learn what you can of his kind, and their weapons." With that he turned and went back to the assembly.
"Brothers, Sisters. This has only made it more clear why we must stay calm, why we must learn. Let us do this."
Major Ross stood politely in front of Administrator Baxter's desk and waited for the rant to end.
"Did you just expect this to be some walk in the park and send your men out with picnic baskets? Or did you intentionally teach them to get killed? We've had almost a dozen deaths in this first month. Do you have any idea how bad that sounds? Luckily 10 have been mercenaries like you. That we can cover up in the press. But when we lost two scientists on one mission, the media went crazy. I had calls coming to me here asking for comments! CALLS HERE! Do you know how much money CNN spent on that? Well, I'm sick of this. You need to reign in your men. Finish that security fence, train them better, I don't care. Just make this disappear. Got it?"
Ross continued to stand at Parade Rest. "Yes Administrator. And let me assure you that this is a non-issue. The security fence will be finished by tomorrow afternoon. And the AMP suits have been constructed. That will improve our forces greatly."
Baxter glared from behind his desk. "And how exactly do I know that will be enough?"
Ross met the gaze. "You have my word on that. Now stop worrying."
03-01-2010, 04:08 PM
Ma’rali’s eyes shot open. She must have heard wrong. She blinked speechless. Her mouth opened slowly. She saw the turn of the chieftain, unabled to say a word. She heard him speaking to the clan, but not a single word arrived in her brain.
Very slowly her head turned to the human, standing still in a fighting position. Blazing flames of anger, disappointment and incredulity lit her eyes.
“You…” she said with a crackling voice but in his tongue. “How dare you…”
With a fast steps she bridged the space between them and bowed down to his face till her nose was only a few centimetres away from the plastic plate of his mask.
Her angriness was almost tangible, but she didn’t seem as she would bite his head of.
“You…” she growled, her breath steaming up the plastic. Her eyes were searching his face behind that mask. Tiny golden spots lit up the dark amber in her iris, the wings of her nose shivered in anger, the right side of her upper lip twitched slightly.
With a jerk she straightened up again and turned around.
Why did those things always happened to her?
03-01-2010, 04:17 PM
Seth relaxed his position and had to jog to keep up with her stride. He looked at her and felt kinda bad. He ran up to her side and spoke.
"Look I'm sorry. Its in our nature to counteract violence with even more violence. I apologize for being so.....impolite." he said as he reached for a candy bar he had in a side pocket of his pack.
03-01-2010, 04:33 PM
OOC: GAH! Two pages?! I hate you all... -.-
T'kia's eyes glittered almost malevolently as she watched the sky person in his death throes. Indeed they had learned something valuable.
Sky people could not breathe without the strange masks. Remembering the information for later, she told Mo'loch that she was going to creep around observe some more from a different angle.
She crouched low and moved through the underbrush like a nantang until she came to a spot that she could observe the strange village from the safety of cover. However, she hadnt been crouched long when she heard a strange noise, like the buzzing of a sting bat only much louder.
She glanced up quickly and noticed a strange contraption sitting atop one of the many stone towers that dotted the length of their fence swivel toward her.
She barely had time to move before the plants and earth beneath her were torn asunder.
03-01-2010, 04:49 PM
Ma’rali tried to remember the little pieces of the language, she had learned. She couldn’t understand what he was talking about, but she got the intention.
She sat down on a very thick and crooked root of the hometree and looked at Seth's face, obviously waiting for him to do something. The long blue legs of her were crossed, the single arm rested on her left leg. Silently she watched him, examining his body and his clothings.
03-01-2010, 05:05 PM
Seth looked at her. He decided to make himself comfortable. He removed the helmet portion of his breather and took off his pack. then began to remove the armor on his upper body. He placed the armor portions neatly on the ground stacked. He had a green tee shirt underneath. On his left arm was a tribal tattoo, they resembled tiger stripes. The black stripes ran from his fingers to his shoulder. He sat down infront of her. He pointed to his chest with his finger. "Seth" he said. Then pointed to her. Gesturing for her to say her name.
03-01-2010, 05:06 PM
OOC: GAH! Two pages?! I hate you all... -.-
OOC: Don't hate me, I halted my RP until you came back :nwink:
"They are tearing the land apart!" Mo'loch remarked in horror as he helped T'kia to her feet and back into the relative safety of the forest.
"Why do they do this? It could not be for destruction's sake alone... is there something in our ground they so viciously desire?" the Na'vi assassin rhetorically asked, still petrified by the abominable acts that took place before his very eyes.
03-01-2010, 05:20 PM
„Sef.“ She repeated without an eye to his face. Obviously she was looking at his tattoo. And Ma’rali showed no signs of replying. Instead she rose and hunkered down beside him, gently touching the dark lines on his white skin with her long fingers.
“Pxun.” She said quietly. “Nga munge pxun.” She spoke very slowly, now looking straightly in his face.
Leaning back again, the Na’vi sat down next to Seth and laid her fingers on her chest. “My… name…. Ma’rali.” Her English was broken, but understandable. “Show me… weapon. Now.”
03-01-2010, 05:23 PM
T'kia hissed and gingerly favored her left leg. Looking down, she saw a finger sized hole that went all the way through. "What was that?" she gasped. "The monster attacked me!"
Leaning heavily on Mo'loch, she gestured back to where the ikran were waiting. "Come. I can bandage later, we need to warn the omaticaya."
03-01-2010, 05:31 PM
Mo'loch supported T'kia as she leaned on him. They walked slowly but surely towards the place where Misha and T'kia's unnamed Ikran were waiting loyally for them.
He helped the huntress to climb unto the Ikran's back, casting a look at her left leg in the process. The wound was deep. T'kia was clearly suffering, but she didn't show her pain, she kept strong.
Mo'loch climbed unto Misha and connected his queue to him. In a short while, they departed to the skies, flying as fast as they could towards the Omaticaya. The young couple that ruled the tribe, Eytukan and Mo'at must be informed of the curse that will reach their land in a very short while.
03-01-2010, 05:40 PM
"Ma'rali" he said carefully. He smiled and pointed at the hunter who was holding his rifle.
"there. You want that right?" He asked. He pointed at the rifle and then to her stub arm.
"Is that why?" he asked in a very calm tone. He then unwrapped the candybar. He quickly lifted up his mask and took a bite out of the choccolate. He then placed the mask back over his face.
03-01-2010, 06:39 PM
Azumamaro grinned and laughed with Doctor Yancey, "This is great. I guess I'll end up being some sort of historical figure, right? The first ever Avatar driver."
Azumamaro then began jumping up and down where he stood. So much energy was running through his body, so much power. "Damn, I bet these guys would be amazing at basketball..." Azumamaro said more to himself. Then he looked over to Yancey, "But, on a more serious note, Doc. Now that the preliminary tests are done, I need approval to get out into the field. As you probably know, I'm a sociologist and cultural analyst. It's not a job I can do restricted to the confines of this base."
03-01-2010, 06:42 PM
The moment he pointed at Ma’rali’s stub arm, her gaze froze again. “No… your… business.”
She grabbed the chocolate bar out of his hands, and looked at it carefully before she took a deep sniff.
“What… that? Name?”
This human man seems to be a little too narcistic in her eyes, but she decided to first check his manners.
She gave Seth back the candybar and waved at the warrior to bring her the weapon he was holding. With a shrug the tall man walked over and handed her the riffle.
03-01-2010, 06:45 PM
Hamre looked around his cozy little office that was in the portable trailer. It was a drab silver grey with pictures of family and other things hanging on the wall. He also had a picture of him shaking hands with a Na'vi after they agreed to lend some of their land to the RDA. A younger miner walked into his office and smiled. "How is the mining son?" Hamre asked. The boy removed his mask and sat in an old oak chair. "Decent, the Na'vi seem to regret trading there land for, uh what was it? Language, right?" He asked cocking his head slightly. "Yeah, one of the research members who is extremely fluent in Na'vi went into tribe territory to teach them various languages." Hamre said laying back into his chair. "Well what is the report?" Hamre asked leaning forward again.
03-01-2010, 06:46 PM
Yancey laughed. "I'm sure your name will be in the textbooks, but it might take a while for this to get written about. But you can bet your name is in medical journals right now... I'll see if I can get you clearance, but it'll be a few days. But thats okay, we should take you out of the link now anyway. Lets get your avatar stored safely."
03-01-2010, 06:56 PM
Azumamaro looked a little sad at having to leave his Na'vi body.
"I almost wish I could just stay in this body." Azumamaro said, "But, yeah, you're right. Let's get this stored away somewhere and disengage the link. After you."
Azumamaro followed the doctor back to the outpost.
03-01-2010, 07:32 PM
T'kia and Mo'loch only made it another quarter of the distance to the Omaticaya before T'kia signaled a landing. The wound in her leg was bleeding freely still and seemed to refuse to clot. It needed attention, and she needed sleep.
When her ikran touched down she dismounted ungracefully, falling in a splayed heap on the undergrowth.
03-01-2010, 09:48 PM
Azumamaro awoke from his link pod. He stared blankly at his hands for a few moments.
"Damn, what a trip." Azumamaro said to himself as he hefted himself out of the machine.
"Mr. Nakanishi, how are you feeling?" one of the techs asked.
"Naka." Azumamaro replied.
"Excuse me?" the tech asked in confusion.
"Call me Naka. Mr. Nakanishi doesn't sit well with me. Or you can call me Azumamaro or Azuma. Whatever, just not Mr. whatever." Vahn replied.
"Okay... Naka. How are you feeling." the tech asked again.
"I'm fine." Azumamaro replied, "That was great. I can't believe I was actually a Na'vi." He stood up out of his pod and stretched his legs, "Little stiff from being still from so long, but other than that I'm good."
"Yes, it looks like your fine. The link process ended up working much better than we had thought it would." The tech said.
"It's different though. Something felt different compared to the simulations. I can't quite but my finger on it though." Azumamaro replied, "It wasn't harder or easier than the simulations, just... different."
"We'll see if we can fix the problem." the tech said.
"No, no, it's fine." Azumamaro answered, "It's nothing to worry about right now. It might have just been where I was controlling a real body instead of a computer simulation. Leave it for a few days and see what happens."
03-01-2010, 09:49 PM
OOC: I'm gone for most of the day and you guys are already on the sixth page?! Damn...
As the annoying tawtute left with Ma'rali, Tel'chak sighed in relief as he returned back to the large Tipani assembly, making his way towards the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik, the former speaking to the Tipani crowd. Already, a patrol of 20 Palulukan Guards stood stout and alert behind the clan leaders, armed to the teeth with either a sword, spear, or mace accompanied by a shield made out of Hammerhead Titanothere hide and decorated with colorful feathers. The guards were also clad in beautifully carved wooden armor, ornate yet not so durable as the bone armor of Tel'chak.
Smugly smiling, if there was one thing Tel'chak was actually proud of, it was his training of the elite bodyguard elite which he believed was his most valuable (and only) contribution to the Tipani clan. Named after the ferocious Thanator, the Palulukan Guards have been whipped into a formidable force, intimidating visiting clans who now began treating the Tipani with more respect. The guards even succeeded in protecting Pxau from being assassinated by a rogue Na'vi who attempted to seize control of the clan. However, if there was one fatal weakness that these seemingly invincible guards possessed, it was their lack of battle experience. Sure, they possessed the most advanced Na'vi weapons and tech, but Tel'chak worried whether or not they had the potential to take on the tawtute and perhaps even prevail. He only had 60 Palulukan Guards to spare, after all.
"The guards have been fully assembled to protect you and the Olo'eyktan," Tel'chak respectfully said to the Tsahik before taking his place right behind her, his bladed mace and shield ready.
03-02-2010, 12:36 AM
((OOC: Annoying? :(
"Its is called choccolate." he said as he wrapped it back up and stowed it in his pack.
"Alright. Can I show you how it works" he said pointing at the rifle. "please"
He took out a small case that is used for the managemet of the rifle. He looked at her arm again and quickly looked away. He sighed.
"Please tell me. I am worried. Please tell me. When? Where?" He asked very hesitantly. He looked away with a very hurt expression.
03-02-2010, 09:12 AM
Mo'loch landed quickly and ran towards T'kia. She was in a pretty bad condition, her wound started to bleed again and her exhaustion took it's toll.
He inspected her leg in detail this time. A finger-sized hole. Deep, but unlike any blade or arrow wound he has seen before. From the looks of it, there was still something inside, stuck there.
"Cursed tawtute weapons." he whispered between his teeth.
He removed the scarf around his mouth and wrapped it around T'kia's wound carefully, making a knot and tying it to the leg.
"This will hopefully prevent too much bleeding or a possible infection." he thought, though he wished he had more effective medical means at his disposal, but right now, he could see none other.
The improvised bandage slowly turned red as it absorbed the incoming blood.
Mo'loch placed his hand on T'kia's forehead. Her eyes were closed, but she was still awake. Her breath intensified.
T'kia's Ikran could feel her pain. It made sounds of pain and grief. Mo'loch removed the still-bonded queue between the huntress and her Ikran. Maybe this would calm it down.
Mo'loch held his friend's hand gently, trying to keep her awake...
03-02-2010, 09:47 AM
Corticotoxins. Huge doses and very potent, as far as the tissue tests showed. Almost five times as much as they expected the natives to use, juding from the previously found arrows. They were getting hostile. Simon finished writing a summary of his report and looked at the clock. He wouldn't be able to make it on time for dinner.
And then he remembered how the entirety of the situation pissed him off. He was supposed to be conducting neurotransmitter research on Pandoran fauna as part of the ongoing effort to make the avatars useful. And there he was, stuck doing menial tasks. He needed specimens, but nobody helped. Bunch of bleeding-heart tree huggers, they always whined about his experiments. Noone even wanted to go into the lab while he was conducting vivisections. But they sure were interested in results. Yes, that's what they wanted, have all the fun while he did all the work. He would have to go out and hunt new specimens by himself. He looked at the needle rifle again, then took the reports and headed towards the admin's office. He had no doubt that Yancey set him up for this, but the chance to talk with the higher-ups meant the chance of asking for yet another flight out to the jungle. A few elevator trips later and he was in front of the administration entry door.
"Doctor Simon Deegran, science team, I have to talk to mister Baxter about the report the administration wanted.", he spoke into the microphone.
03-02-2010, 10:11 AM
Baxter was playing solitaire on the computer when his secretary interrupted him with the intercom. Administrator, a Doctor Deegran is here to see you. Baxter tapped the button. "Send him in."
These scientists usually whined about funding and attention, but it was good policy to keep them happy and working.
03-02-2010, 10:24 AM
Simon walked into the room, holding the electronic reader with his report. He glanced at the stylish desk and comfortable chair the administrator was sitting in.
"Sir, I believe someone from the administration asked for the report on the autopsy of the corpse of the security officer we've found. I did the tests and it turns out he died from a toxin in the tip of the arrow found near him." Simon noticed that Baxter was still looking at the monitor.
"The normal amount we've found in the Na'vi arrow tips was not enough to kill by just a flesh wound. They must have started preparing for something and from what I've gathered, the toxin is now fully capable of killing any member of the crew, unlike the partial or total paralysis and coma we've been dealing with in the previous cases where no puncturing of internal organs took place."
Simon waited for a while.
03-02-2010, 10:26 AM
Carl jumped from the jeep as it pulled into Hell's gate, along with what was left of the first security force to head out with the mining crew. He didn't remember watching, didn't remember doing anything. He just walked into the barracks as the sun began to set and he sat on his bunk. When Tom passed by, he stopped him, and shook his head.
"I can't do it," he said, "Not the detail, not day after day, not now.."
"There's that farming job I told you about," said Tom, "I'm sure I can ask our commander for word that you're interested in a transfer or something."
"Not a transfer," said Carl, "And not a desk job... not exactly. I... I want to make him proud."
"He was already proud," said Tom, "There's nothing you could've done, it was a strange event that-"
"I want to nkow about this special security," said Carl, "For this special program they got goin here."
"No one is going to know," said Tom.
"Just ask around, alright?" said Carl, tears warming up on him again.
He turned into his bed, and he covered his face. Tom shrigged, and gave a loud sigh.
"I'll ask around," said Tom, "But... I just don't know when... if at all... they'd be willing to tell or say or do anything."
There was no response from Carl. So Tom nodded and left the room.
03-02-2010, 10:49 AM
Baxter nodded his head slightly while the Doctor was talking. He could multi-task, well usually could. Now where was that 2 he needed? Found it...
The Doctor stopped talking. He'd said something about poison on arrows. "Yeah. Poison on the arrows." he repeated. He took his eyes off the screen.
"Tell you what Doctor, put that in a memo and send it out. Or have my secretary do it on the way out." He looked back to the screen and his game.
03-02-2010, 11:29 AM
Ma’rali followed his gaze to her stump and her face hardened up again.
“I… new hunter… you in…” She did some gestures, which might indicate a very big human.
3 of her fingers formed something like a riffle, then she made a movement as if she was hit on the shoulder.
Memories moved in front of her inner eye.
How she was hit by the gunfire out of this terrible thing, how she fell back into the warm and hiding ground of Eywa’s body. And she heard the laughter again. This terrible laughter, while her blood was oozing in the dark muddy ground and the pain raced through her body. And there came the blackness again, the healing blackness with it’s voices of all the one’s she ever lost in her life. And the cruel awakening, as the Tsahik pulled her back in the light, knowing that nothing would be like before.
Ma’ralis lower lip clenched and her eyes narrowed. “Your fault. Now… show me weapon.”
She handed him the rifle.
03-02-2010, 11:56 AM
Deegran could tell Baxter was not going to listen. At least not until he changed his tactics. Yancey might have set him up for this just to waste his time, but this was an opportunity he didn't want to miss. He held the report in front of him and loudly said:
"Bad. Quarterly. Statement."
03-02-2010, 12:15 PM
Baxter got pissed off. "I don't tell you how to do whatever it is you do, so don't come in here and harass me about how I do my job. Now get out and give your report to my secretary."
03-02-2010, 12:31 PM
"There's going to be more deaths and they're avoidable." Not that I care. "This whole situation could get out of control." Deegran laid the report on Baxter's desk. It was useless, mostly because Baxter didn't care about the threats either. There was only one person who could help. Deegran went out and headed towards the main security office. He had to talk to Major Ross.
03-02-2010, 12:34 PM
Major Ross stood in the armor bay gazing at the newly constructed AMP suits. They were impressive machines. And durability and survivability tests confirmed they could withstand hits from the native arrows, and operate submerged for short periods of time. He could hardly wait to try one out the next day.
03-02-2010, 12:45 PM
It took Deegran a while to find Ross, though he was almost always outside of his office. He noticed him standing in the armor bay, looking at a row of mechs. Simon started walking over, trying to yell over the sound of the heavy machinery. "Major Ross! Sir!"
03-02-2010, 12:48 PM
Ross heard his name called and turned to face the man who had called him. It was a Doctor of some sort. Ross walked over to him.
"What can I do for you?"
03-02-2010, 12:51 PM
"I know you hear this a lot, but there's a problem related directly to security and I have reasons to believe that the lives of your men are at risk." Simon rarely practiced arranging words in his mind before saying them.
03-02-2010, 01:13 PM
Ross wiped his greasy hands on his uniform pants. "Spit it out son, I'm on the clock here."
03-02-2010, 01:22 PM
Seth looked at her with a pained expression. He took the magazine out of the rifle. He removed a round and handed it to her. He took another one out and set it on the ground. He also took out a lighter. He then disassembled the rifle. Carefully laying out the main pieces of it. He took one of the 50.cal rounds and removed the bullet from it. He poured out the gunpowder from the on to a small flat rock. He took the lighter and ignited the gunpoder. It went up in a flash and he burnt his hand. He picked up the trigger mechanism and squeezed the trigger. It made a small click. He picked up the bullet and barrel. He slid the bullet through the barreland it landed on the other side. He looked up and said. "That is how it works." he said as he opened up the cleaning kit for the rifle and started to clean the parts of it.
03-02-2010, 01:44 PM
"I was asked to perform an autopsy on a body of a security officer. There was only one wound on his body and it turned out that he died from severe poisoning." Simon was not sure how many shortcuts he could do before what he was saying started losing sense. "I compared the toxin in the arrowtip found by him with what we've previously seen and it turns out that the amount has increased greatly." He took a short pause.
"What this means is that the indigenous are most probably adapting to our presence and growing more hostile. That they are really showing motivation to kill."
03-02-2010, 01:49 PM
"You came all the way down here to tell me what I already know? I've lost a dozen men this month, and at least two today. Of course these savages are hostile. If they were friendly we wouldn't have full body-bags." He walked back to the armory, the doctor following. Ross talked while he reloaded magazines for his pistol. "If you want to do something useful for my men, you'll find an antidote for this poison."
03-02-2010, 01:59 PM
"This will probably only escalate, Major." Simon didn't really know what to expect from the Na'vi, only the first few scientists who came to Pandora got a better chance to know them. "I may find an antidote that would work, but it doesn't change the fact that the natives seek conflict. Hell's Gate is a fortress, but if they attack a smaller encampment it will still be a bloodshed." He noticed that the Major slowed down. "Our chance to avoid this is to negotiate with them, as compromising as this may sound." They were now almost standing still, Ross's look growing seemingly stern.
"...If I find an antidote, will you help me with my research, sir? I really only need a few specimens and the program will advance. Just an airlift to the jungle. Catch a few animals, come back. This has the possibility of saving lives, more than the antidote."
03-02-2010, 02:02 PM
"Look here Doctor, negotiation only works if your opponent wants something you have. They want us dead and gone, so we have no common ground. Defense is our only asset." He stared at the Doctor intently. "You'll get your little trip tomorrow. We're testing the new AMP suits, and I think you'll be safe enough surrounded by them."
03-02-2010, 02:15 PM
"Thank you, sir. That will be really useful." Simon was relieved. Finally more subjects. "I'm going to go now, I think there's some makeshift temporary chemicals we could use to treat the poisoning..." Thoughts filled Simon's head again as he made his way out of the bay. He tried concentrating on ideas for a possible antidote, but his mind was full of the experiments he planned before. Tomorrow he'll have a chance to realize that... See, Yancey?
03-02-2010, 05:07 PM
With great care she took the bullet and held it in her hand, while observing every movement Jeff did.
This thing seems to be very easy in it’s functions but difficult from it’s construction as well.
Ma’rali was quite quick with stuff like that, so she figured, that the little explosion would give the small round metal thing the power to fly.
She palmed the bullet with her hand like a magician would do it and let the round reappear at the other side of her hand.
She grabbed the magazine lying on the ground and watched it carefully while turning it to different sides.
03-02-2010, 05:35 PM
Azumamaro left the bio-lab and headed to the cafeteria to grab some dinner. Not having any plans or anything of the sort, Azumamaro decided he would go ahead and get some sleep. He was going to try and get out in his Avatar early tomorrow.
Azumamaro finished up his dinner, and began making his way to the dorms. He didn't meet anyone of note on his way. Azumamaro took a brief moment to get acquainted with his tiny "apartment". Kicking off his shoes and changing into some nightclothes, Azumamaro settled into his bed.
Hopefully, Yancey could get him on a the fast track out of this base and into the field.
03-02-2010, 05:56 PM
Seth continued to clean his weapon. He Looked at her Observing the magazine. He began to reasemble the rifle. He did it in less than a minute which was par for a simple rifle. He pulled another magazine out of his pack and slid it in to the slot and checked to see that the saftey was on. Then stood up. He looked at her and then to the rifle. He offered it out to her.
"Here. You can have this. I don't get the feeling I will be using it. So it is yours." he said with a smile. "Now I must speak with your clan leader." he dismissed himself and walked over to where the guards were standing. He saw the leader standing there. He gulped and walked up and bowed respectfully.
"I do not believe that we properly introduced ourselves. My name is Seth Alixandre Dean of the humans. I am here with the group of humans that came here before the digging madness occured. I appologize for any threats I may have given off."
03-02-2010, 06:15 PM
Pxau looked at him. "You call me Olo'eyktan." He turned back to the other Na'vi. "Learn his language, and from him. Then send him back to his people."
03-02-2010, 06:22 PM
T'kia leaned heavily against Mo'loch with a deep sigh. Such was her luck that she would be injured while scouting a sky person settlement. She knew she had been stupid pushing their journey instead of looking after the wound.
If she was lucky, she might not get infected.
"Irayo, tsmukan," she said softly to Mo'loch. "We should probably make camp here. The Omaticaya arent going anywhere and neither am I on this leg."
With that, she closed her eyes and tried to get some rest, ignoring the throb coming from her thigh.
03-02-2010, 06:25 PM
Seth looked at all the other Na'vi. A frown forrmed on his face. He tuned to the Olo'eyktan. "Look, I need to get back to my people. There is someone that I wish to bring here he can help you and your people learn. With your permission i wish to leave and return tommorow with one named Yancey." He spoke each word carefully.
03-02-2010, 06:38 PM
Pxau listened and nodded. He turned to Tel'chak. "Take him back to his people."
03-02-2010, 06:48 PM
Seth smiled he didn't know what he said but he knew it was a yes. "I need to get my gear." he said and bowed. He jogged over to his pack and armor. He began to slide the armor pieces in to place and he quickly took off the breathing mask and put on his helmet/breather. The tinted window above the steel breathing mask hid his eyes. As the helmet connected with the rubber neck guard it hissed and let air in. He grabbed his pack and looked at Ma'rali who was still sitting there. "Bye" he said and nodded his head then he ran back over to the Olo'eyktan. "I am ready."
03-02-2010, 09:35 PM
Tel'chak bowed respectfully to the Olo'eyktan before walking up to Seth, glaring down at the much smaller human through the visor of his bone helmet. Like a sentinel, he remained stiff and silent, waiting for Seth to finish packing up. He didn't understand why he was picked to escort the human home, who cares if he died or not, but orders were orders.
03-03-2010, 04:23 AM
Seth checked the compass on his belt. He pivoted to 75 degrees to the right and was now facing south. He looked at the warrior towering over him and nodded then started to walk torwards the base. As he did he turned on the comms in his helmet and linked it to Yanceys office.
"Hey Yance, I don't know where youre at but this is my best shot. I may have volunteered you to teach the natives English. I'm on my way back with a.... friend. And I don't know how close to the base he will come but I need you to issue an order to not fire on this Na'vi. We don't need anymore bloodshed. Please respond."
03-03-2010, 05:03 AM
"Hey," yelled the Sergeant, "If you want to talk with the big guys, now your chance!"
Carl turned his head away from the forest and down to the shorter man giving him orders. He shook his head, but he did want to talk with the commander.
He jumped from the top of the wall, and leisurly walked to the main building. Stowing away his weapon, which the secretaries did NOT like in the offices, he made his way to the office of Major Ross.
He still wasn't sure about what exactly he wanted to talk with them about. He'd been saying he wanted to for a while, he'd asked around about it. Now was his chance for... something.
He saw the secretary behind the desk, and he almost froze up. He questioned his intentions one more time before arriving at the desk and, finally, taking off his exopack.
03-03-2010, 08:32 AM
„I want to come with you.“
Ma’raki was suddenly standing next to Tel’chak. She was pretty good at suddenly appearing next to others without a single sound. She looked up to the tall Na’vi male in his battle amour.
“I want to see their home as well. I wanna learn. And I guess, I’m the more… undangerous type on the first look, if you know what I mean, Tel’chak tsmu’kan.”
A small and thin smile rushed over her face.
03-03-2010, 10:09 AM
"Find me the antidote", easier said then done.
Simon was comparing muscle reaction time charts, trying to find a drug that would at least prevent the cardiac arrest. Atropine showed great promise, most heart muscles he tested recovered some ninety seconds after being treated, which meant about half a minute of flatlining, assuming one managed to inject himself before the paralysis from neurotoxins set in. Still, it would take months if not years to recover feeling in legs and arms after the poisoning. Previous research on the topic helped a lot. Pandorium aureum seemed a viable source of antitoxins that formed a proper base for combatting the sodium channel blocking. He sequenced some synthetic proteins that could unbind the toxin molecules from neuron receptors. Still, that was only the most basic treatment and he would three vials at most by the time they were lifting off. Better than nothing. He loaded a custom autoinjecting syringe with vials of diacetylmonoxime, atropine and the modified fungal antitoxin. One for me, two more ready before we go. He left his lab and headed towards the canteen to get some morning coffee.
03-03-2010, 01:01 PM
Mo'loch helped T'kia to get in a more comfortable position. Wounded and exhausted as she was, a good rest was surely needed.
But it was not enough. Mo'loch saw that her wound was looking bad. The bandage has almost changed color now and blood was still coming. Whatever that tawtute missle was, it hit her far strongly than a blade or an arrow could.
During his loner years, the Na'vi assassin had learned much in the way of survival, more so than his tribal bretheren, who relied on each other for many endeavours. Herbal medicine was one of these skills.
"If I could find a certain extract around here, maybe it can help." Mo'loch thought, looking around. What he was looking for was not present here, but he was sure it could be found somewhere in the forest. Perhaps not far.
"I'm going to leave for a while, ma tsmuke." Mo'loch whispered. "I'll be back with something that will help your leg."
He rose and approached Misha.
"Stay here." he spoke. "Keep an eye on her. If her condition gets worse, seek me out. Do you understand?". The Ikran nodded in acknowledgement. Mo'loch patted him on the back and departed at a quick pace, disappearing like a ghost behind the trees. There was no time to waste.
03-03-2010, 05:19 PM
T'kia nodded off not long after Mo'loch left to find the herbs, but her leg wouldnt let her rest for long. She woke with a start to the sound of a snapping twig and tawtute voices. Frantic, she looked around for Misha, but the ikran had found it necessary to leave. She cursed the beast.
She needed to hide, but with a gimp leg she knew she wouldnt get far. Still, anywhere but in plain sight on the ground by a tree trunk would be better. As stealthily as possible T'kia dragged herself into a cluster of thick shrubs and made herself as inconspicuous as possible.
But it wasnt good enough.
"So, I like I was telling Frank, this huge... bat-bug thing comes swooping down at me," the first sky person said. T'kia could see this one clearly, but not his companion or companions. The human went on. "I had plenty of time though." T'kia watched as the man pulled something from a pouch at his hip and pointed it into the sky. It was black, with a handle at one end, and what looked like a tube at the other.
Even though the sound came from the man, T'kia still flinched. She cursed her jittery nerves. She cursed Misha. She wished that Mo'loch was still with her.
Her abysmal luck seemed to continue, as the sky person seemed to freeze and stare directly at her. She froze, hoping beyond hope that she hadnt been seen; she wouldnt have time to pull her daggers if she had.
"Looky what we have here, Dillon," the man said. "A native."
Despite not speaking a word of the sky people's language, T'kia knew that she had been found. She made to move, but wasnt quick enough. The man stepped forward and brought the end of his strange weapon down, across T'kia's forehead and sent her blissfully back into unconsciousness.
03-04-2010, 06:12 AM
Carl nodded, the Secretary allowed him in. He walked passed and knocked on the door before opening it up awkwardly.
"Uh... Major Ross? Sir?" he said, peering into the office.
03-04-2010, 06:15 AM
Ross glanced up from the reports he was reviewing. "Come in."
03-04-2010, 06:24 AM
Carl nervously walked in, awkwardly closing the door behind him and eyeing the Major, then looking around his office.
"Private Carl Williams, sir," said Carl, mesmerized by certaina rtifacts and things around the office, "I was wondering if I could have a word."
03-04-2010, 07:24 AM
Ross set down the files. There'd be time for paperwork later, making sure your troops were happy was more important. "Go ahead. How can I help you Private?"
03-04-2010, 07:34 AM
Carl took a few steps forward, and he looked at the Major.
"M-My Brother... he died recently," said Carl, "Captain Daniel Williams, sir."
Carl allowed his eyes to jet around the room once again.
"He, he was going to work on something, sir. Some new project of ours. He was to be security. He was going to tell me about it the day he..."
Carl almost got choked up, but he held it back, clenching his fists staring straight ahead, right at Major Ross.
"I want to know what it is," said Carl, "And... what kind of men you're looking for... for it."
03-04-2010, 07:45 AM
"I'm sorry for your loss." He said it politely, but he didn't especially mean it. A dead merc was a dead merc, he'd lost too many men to care anymore.
Ross tapped some commands into the computer. Up came the personnel file for Williams, D. Captain.
USN, retired. Underwent SEAL training. Excellent record. And there at the bottom was the pending assignment. AVTR Security-Detachment.
"Looks like he going to go work for Doctor Yancey in the labs, pull security for the new Avatar program."
He pulled up the information page on the program. Then he read off the required skill-set. "Skills required are: security training, advanced fieldcraft, SERE course, weapons qualification, and basic medical certification."
03-04-2010, 09:49 AM
Carl nodded. But he didn't notice it for he was deep in thought.
"Avatar Program?" asked Carl, "What... What's this Avatar Program? And why all the qualifications?"
03-04-2010, 09:55 AM
"Its just something the scientists came up with. They tell me the basic idea is to grow bodies of the natives mixed with our DNA. Then they drive it around. Since they'll be out in the woods, and dealing with the natives, we need them to be well-protected. Thats why we have qualifications."
03-04-2010, 09:57 AM
"Is it..." started Carl, stuttering a little bit before finishing with, "Important? To our cause and all."
03-04-2010, 10:02 AM
Ross raised an eyebrow. "Damned if I know. Could be a waste of money, but at the very least its good PR."
03-04-2010, 10:04 AM
Carl nodded a bit... thinking it over in his head.
"Alright," he said, taking a deep breath, "I want in. If he was going to do it, I want in. How do we make that happen?"
03-04-2010, 10:09 AM
"You go talk with Yancey. He's in charge of all the science, so he can take whoever he wants."
03-04-2010, 10:14 AM
Mo'loch was out in the forest, gathering what he could find useful. He wasn't used to being out in the wilds without the scarf covering half his face. Very few people have seen his true facial features.
But there was no time to think of that. He looked at the bunch of herbs and roots. They should be enough. He could have searched more, but there was no time.
Suddenly he heard a noise. Like those from an Ikran's vocal cords. It was Misha. He approached him, agitated and stroke his head along Mo'loch's arm, making quick gestures with his wings.
Something was wrong. T'kia was in danger.
Without saying a word, Mo'loch mounted the Ikran as he slowly rose from the ground, heading at high speed back to the huntress' location.
03-04-2010, 10:15 AM
"You're not in charge of the arrangements?" asked Carl. He nodded his head, made sense a little bit.
Yancy... this yancy fella... hmm...
"So where can I find 'Yancy', sir?" asked Carl.
03-04-2010, 10:19 AM
"No, management gives the researchers and scientists leeway. Too much of it if you ask me." He straightened his stack of papers. "You can probably find Yancey in the lab or in his office."
03-04-2010, 10:24 AM
Carl nodded, and saluted before leaving.
"Thank you, Major Ross, for your time and thought," said Carl.
And, thank you for the information, thought Carl. Now He'd be avenging his brother. What better way then to be out with the lab rats, in the thick of it. He'd see those savages... he'd find them.
Because what else could these lab rats do with their experimental freaks? They were going to try to make contact... they were going to try to be savages. And what better way to be close, then to be a savage.
03-04-2010, 10:27 AM
Ross returned the salute and watched him leave. Then he went back to his reports.
Doctor Yancey stood in the biolab watching the data recorded during the Avatar test. Everything had worked better than expected, though they still had some lag problems. The bodies themselves had far exceeded expectations.
03-04-2010, 10:56 AM
Simon was rewinding the memories of the past few hours in his head. He remembered getting into a helicopter and noticing Yancey looking out of his labs. Deegran made sure to wave his hand, show the syringe rifle and grin triumphantly. Just the sight of Yancey's face was worth it. He can go and cry his heart out.
The AMP suits were gigantic pieces of machinery. Heavy machinery. Which of course meant that most of the Pandoran fauna ran away, especially since the first tests involved ripping small trees out of the ground. He had to get away from them. He took a team of four security grunts and headed outwards, deeper into the jungle. After twenty or so minutes of walking they managed to spot a hexapede, which happened to run away when one of the security guards started screaming after an arachnoid landed on his shoulder. Twenty minutes later and they were attacked by a pack of viperwolves. Most ran away after one has been packed full of lead, but Simon managed to down one with his rifle. The hunt wasn't going particularly well.
"Doc, we have to go back, else we get lost."
"You do have tracking devices, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but the distance..."
"Stop lying. We need to spread out. Dillon, Johnson, Evert, you go... this way. Me, Marcus, and DeVert are going this way. Inform me when you find anything. And do not. kill. it."
"I mean it, I need those specimens."
"You kill them as well, doc."
"It's called science."
"Yeah, well, I once walked into lab three and lost all appetite for the day."
"Science is not art, if it's not esthetic enough for you, too bad!"
"Okay, doc, whatever... Gee, come on, Evert, we're going hunting. Without killing."
"You found what?!"
"One of them blue monkeys."
"What did you do?"
"I knocked it out, it was already pretty weak looking and all."
"But you don't have those relaxant syringes!"
"End of gun, riiiiiight across the head."
"Oh for crying out loud, you could have killed it! Why didn't you call me?"
"What if it jumped at me? I mean, your team has all the antidotes..."
He was right.
"Stay there and tie it up with lots of metal cords."
"Why, what are we?"
"Just do what I said."
Simon arrived at the scene after around four minutes of running through the jungle, DeVert and Marcus following him, with a viperwolf in a poach on his back. He saw the grunts standing around a Na'vi female, chatting.
"So you think he'll- oh hi doc! Look what we found!"
"I told you guys I could pack a punch."
"Hahah, yeah, doc, you should have seen it, the thing looks like it's about to **** itself and Dillon takes a step and POW! Square in the ****ing head!"
"It could die or have cerebral hemorrhage."
"Well, excuse me, doc, but I'm not one of them sciencey types, you know."
"Telling you guys, he should get a medal for this!"
Simon wasn't listening. He saw that the Na'vi was bound tightly with metal ropes. He crouched and put his fingers against the neck. Pulse. He had to make sure it won't try to fight once it wakes up, at least for the time of the trip. He took a syringe out of the rifle's magazine and injected the Na'vi.
"-at base are not going to believe when you tell them!"
"I'm going to need all of you for this, grab it by the arms and legs. Watch out for the head."
"What, what are we gonna-"
"We're taking it to the base."
"Get going, we don't have time for this."
"Doc, I really don't think-"
"At least you're honest, now get to carrying this, we're going back."
"They're going to be pissed."
"I care, I really do, now lift it and let's go."
Simon activated his comm unit.
"Captain Quaritch? This is the hunting team, we're coming back."
03-04-2010, 01:32 PM
After walking trough the forest with the two Na'vi they had reached the area outside of Hells Gate. He looked at the two and nodded his head.
"Allright. I will return tomorrow. Goodbye." he said and spun around and started to run torwards a gate to the complex. He looked at the soldiers that were gaurding it and waved. As he walked through one of the massive bulldozers was rolling through. He looked at in and shook his head. He ran over to the main complex where Yanceys office was.
He walked down the hall to Yanceys office. It was open. He walked in and he wasn't there.
"Damnit. That's why I couldn't get to talk to him. He must be in the bio lab." he said as he turned around and started to make his way to where hopefully his superior was.
He rounded a corner and opened up a door. Sure enough there he was.
"Yancey. Look we need to talk right now!" he said and then removed his helmet.
03-04-2010, 01:34 PM
Dr. Yancey looked up from the screen. "Oh, hi there. What do you need to talk about?"
03-04-2010, 02:03 PM
seth took a deep breath.
"it's about the natives. They aren't happy about our presence. Which I'm sure you know. Well I went over to their village. Which I'm sure you didn't know because of the AVTR program. Well I was discovered. Punched. Picked up and thrown down and now they want to learn from us." He exhaled and took another deep breath. "Their leader the Olo'eyktan or whatever wants me to teach them our laungage, intention, and other stuff. Well I told them I had to leave. I was escorted back by a warrior and a one armed huntress. Oh and I may have volunteered you and the rest of us to teach them. Ohh and I had a fun time too. I was launched in to a tree by a thanator. Fell off a hill. And punched in the shoulder by a Native." he exhaled and looked at him with a forced smile on his face.
03-04-2010, 02:14 PM
Yancey looked surprisingly happy. "Thats good! We need to learn about them, and if they want to learn about us... Then its perfect, a chance to put the Avatar program into practice."
03-04-2010, 02:19 PM
"Well they expect at least two humans to go back. And they somewhat know me. And youre in charge so I suggest we go. Speaking of the avatar program. The first test was today wasn't it? How did it go over
03-04-2010, 02:45 PM
"The test went well. These bodies work better than I thought they would. It takes almost an hour to establish the link, but its stable. There's very little lag, and it doesn't stop working, even when the operator encounters adverse circumstances. I'm very excited about it and..."
He noticed the man was glaring at him. "We'll go out tomorrow, it'll be a good chance to test the two Avatars in a real-life situation."
03-04-2010, 03:14 PM
"Should I inform the major? Or should this be our own opperation. I don't think we need the RDA involved in this one do you?" Seth asked.
03-04-2010, 03:19 PM
OOC: The two avatars are both scientists, and there are no weapons designed for avatars in the film. So NO.
"Well, the Major already knows we're going out tomorrow. I'll just put the details on his desk before we leave tomorrow."
03-04-2010, 03:28 PM
OOC: The two avatars are both scientists, and there are no weapons designed for avatars in the film. So NO.
OOC: What was Jake using when he was attacked by the Thanator then? And Norm in the last battle? Were they Samson door guns?
Eventually, T'kia's eyes opened and she woke from her forced slumber. She realized that she was being moved, but her mind felt like she had too much drink, and her body felt like she had no strength. All in all, it was like her uniltaron all over again. But despite the full body numbness, she could still feel the wound in her leg. It burned like an arachnid sting. Her eyes were blurry too, and all she could make out was a blur of turquoise spotted occasionally with blue or violet.
She groaned slightly trying to shake off the effects, but it was in vain. Whatever was coursing through her veins was very effective in keeping her sedated. What confused her the most though was the fact that she couldnt move her arms OR legs.
Still, her thoughts were muddy, but the one thing that was the most clear; she wished Mo'loch hadnt left her.
03-04-2010, 03:32 PM
OOC: I didn't see anyone else running around with huge *** machine guns. It seemed to me that the guns Norm and Jake used were designed for their avatars. But anyway. Your rules. And at least that wasn't as bad as the TROLLANATER.
"understood." Seth said bluntly. "Can I see the avatars? I havent had the opprotunity to see it yet."
03-04-2010, 03:41 PM
Hamre looked up from his work and smiled. There was Delfen, the dirt red hair, the pale skin, the uncaring look in his eyes. "What the hell do you want Delfen?" Hamre said standing up from his computer. He slowly strolled around his desk and smiled. "We need to talk Hamre." He said quietly as he took off his hard hat. "I mean, the natives. They are starting to get pissy with our machines encroaching on their lands." He said rubbing the stamped 'RDA' symbol on it. "So, we push on. I need that stuff tonight or I will get shipped back to the commander." Hamre said as he rubbed his eyes. "Besides, I really don't care much for this particular tribe. The Dul'kin, disgusting bunch even for the Na'vi." Hamre said as he put on his exopack to go observe the mining.
03-04-2010, 04:00 PM
OOC: Those are M60 light machine guns mounted on the doors.
Yancey smiled. "You'll see them tomorrow morning. Be here at 8."
03-04-2010, 04:15 PM
Seth smiled and walked out in to the halway. It was time to get some grub. But first he had to go and get the nasty sweaty armor off. He turned a corner and bumped in to Hamre knocking him over.
"****" he said as he walked over to him. He grabbed his arm and shoulder and lifted him up on to his feet. "You alright?"
03-04-2010, 04:18 PM
OOC: Those are M60 light machine guns mounted on the doors.
Yancey smiled. "You'll see them tomorrow morning. Be here at 8."
OOC: The AVR M30 is a heavy machine gun based on the M60 and produced by the RDA for the Avatar program. Designed specifically for the 10' frame of an avatar, the M30, has a high rate of fire and reasonable accuracy over long range. It is however ineffective against many heavily armoured creatures on Pandora, so is primarily used to scare off large Pandoran beasts. It is seen in Avatar: The Game (http://james-camerons-avatar.wikia.com/wiki/James_Cameron%27s_Avatar:_The_Game), which is set 2 years before the events of the film. During the game the RDA temporarily suspends the Avatar program after the war begins so it is possible the M30 was scrapped and therefore the weapon used by Jake Sully in the film may well be the M60. The M30 cannot be used in the game's multiplayer.
From the wiki. Also it seems that the M60 is meant to be used as an infantry weapon too, as well as door mounted, so there ARE weapons for Avatars.
03-04-2010, 04:26 PM
OOC: The M60 is a squad light machine gun. And the point is moot, the two avatars are scientists. NO WEAPONS FOR THEM.
03-04-2010, 05:11 PM
Carl allowed his face to scruntch for a moment. Then he whiped it clean off his face. The crazy soldier had left, and he couldn't believe what he had heard him say. Peace? learning from them? Out again tomorrow?
Carl walked up to Yancy, and cleared his throat.
"Uh, Doctor," he said, "Private Carl Williams. Can I have a word?"
03-04-2010, 05:28 PM
Yancey looked up from the display again. Then he looked back to it and tried to multi-task. "Uh, yeah. Sure. What do you need?"
03-04-2010, 05:39 PM
"I want to talk to you about the Avatar program," said Carl, "You see, I believe my brther was signed on to do some security for you guys?"
03-04-2010, 05:45 PM
Ma'lari and Tel'chak were waiting outside, slightly hidden among the trees.
The female looked up to the warrior, looking rather uneasy.
"What are we supposed to do, if he won't come back, Tsmu'kan?"
03-04-2010, 05:52 PM
Yancey shrugged as he looked at the neurology report. "Well, I guess. I mean, we have a couple security guys Ross recommended. Which one is your brother? Hey, this neural activity is twice the predicted rate!"
03-04-2010, 06:35 PM
Hamre just began picking his things up and walked away. "Next time you do that I will have you fired." He said as he picked up his first edition on engineering. "Well? what the hell are you waiting for? Help me pick my stuff up!"
03-04-2010, 10:34 PM
Tel'chak watched silently, his gaze hidden from his helmet's visor. "Don't you understand, Ma'lari, he's not coming back. By now, he would have told his ilk where our beloved Kelutrel is and tomorrow, they will reduce it to mere ashes." As he was saying this, he frowned slightly and turned around. "We mind as well go tell the Olo'eyktan to ready the defenses. These tawtute are not leaving anytime soon. We are now fighting a war."
03-05-2010, 02:33 AM
Seth didn't say anything, just picked up the books and papers he had knocked out of hamres hands. He stood next to hamre holding them.
"let me carry these it's the least I can do."
03-05-2010, 03:10 AM
Carl allowed a look of dissapointment to cross his face, but he continued.
"Williams, Daniel Williams," said Carl, "It was down that he was assigned here. Didn't you pick them?"
03-05-2010, 05:13 AM
Yancey started the computer's analysis and looked back at the Merc. "Well, yeah. I guess I did. Ross gave me a lot of personnel files and I picked four."
03-05-2010, 05:17 AM
"Umm... sir," started Carl, "My brother was one of them, I suppose. He's dead now."
Carl looked around the lab again, before continueing.
"I was wondering if... I can take his place," asked Carl finally.
03-05-2010, 05:21 AM
Yancey was taken aback. "Oh... well, I'm sorry for your... loss." he stumbled over the words, clearly unsure of what to say. When Williams delivered his request, Yancey answered. "Uh, I guess. Why not?"
03-05-2010, 05:24 AM
"That's... it," said Carl, "I'm 'in'?"
Carl looked around, trying to find a catch of some sort, but Yancy's face showed little to no emotion or jest on the matter. Besides his outburst of concern on his brother, he didn't appear too... sarcastic in the remark.
"I'm just... in?" said Carl, "W-what exactly am I doing?"
03-05-2010, 05:29 AM
"Uh yeah. Well, you wanted to be in right?" Yancey tapped the console again. The results started to stream up. He looked away from them to Williams for a second. "You just come along and make sure nothing eats us. Please be here tomorrow at 8 with your stuff."
03-05-2010, 05:42 AM
Carl nodded, that was easy.
"Alright, sure can do," said Carl. He slowly walked away and turned around.
Would this be a safer gig? Or is he setting himself up to die. He didn't care very much. He just nodded, he got in. Now it was time to see what his brother was up to.
03-05-2010, 09:57 AM
"Hmm..." Ma'rali rubbed her stub with her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"Let's wait for a little while at least, Tsmu'kan. Or you go back and tell the Olo'eyktan to get ready and i'll wait here."
03-05-2010, 04:09 PM
Mo'loch and Misha were flying over the forest as fast the Ikran could bear. He has been to the former location only to find in horror that T'kia was nowhere to be found. The aytawtute who took her, however, left tracks. Their machines sometime left footprints on the ground, and even though they were too vague to follow, they set him in the right direction. As did T'kia's Ikran, who saw all that happened.
"Should I inform the Tipani first?" he thought. "No... those ayskxawng are the one responsible for this to begin with. Their blindness led T'kia and me to this dangerous journey. I will go myself, as I always do."
And so Mo'loch returned to the sanctuary of his enemy. The main base of operations established not too long ago, the heart of the cancer that was poisoning their paradisical world. Hell's Gate.
If he was right, T'kia was somewhere in there. Somehow, he would find her, or perish trying.
Scouting ahead, he noticed a small clearing close to the tawtute lair. There he surprisingly witnessed two familiar Na'vi figures, apparently holding their ground. Ma'rali and Tal'chak. Could they have known? Could they have made some sort of deal with the aytawtute? Why are they waiting there so suspiciously?
"I'll find out."
He quickly landed, T'kia's Ikran following him closely behind. He dismounted the animal and pulled the queue away, throwing it towards his back.
"So... this is what your arrogance has cost us."
03-05-2010, 10:17 PM
Simon was looking at the Na'vi they managed to cram into the helicopter. They were on their way back to Hell's Gate, back to the science. It was time to revisit the unpressurised part of the labs he used for previous experiments. He had a cage big enough to fit the specimen into as well.
"We'll be arriving in five minutes", the pilot announced.
"When we land, I want you to get me a gurney from the outside lab.", Deegran said to the security people travelling with him.
Five minutes later, they were approaching Hell's Gate landing pads. After some elevator-like feelings, an audible thump announced that they were on ground.
"That's it, we're home guys"
The side doors opened, and Simon was now looking at the labs in the lower part of the complex. He noticed Yancey, who seemed only mildly interested. But he would notice soon.
Four, three, two...
Yancey put both his hands on the glass and yelled something, soon to be joined by the rest of the science team. They knew now.
"Get me that gurney, people."
03-06-2010, 04:52 AM
Excruciatingly slowly, T'kia's senses began to filter back to her, but not the control over her body. She became aware that she was being moved by sky people and they had bound her limbs.
Then her sight cleared and she saw that she was in one of the sky people's flying metal monsters, and her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. She began to recall the events previous and she realized that she had been taken prisoner. She cursed herself for her recklessness.
Still being unable to speak didnt deter T'kia from trying, but the sky people ignored her angry and increasingly distressed whimpers and grunts and moans. Eventually the monster landed and the sky people extracted her roughly before strapping her to some kind of moving platform and taking her into their lair.
Closing her eyes in despair, she knew that there was little hope now of a rescue.
03-06-2010, 08:46 PM
Before Tel'chak had turned to the leave, a large shadow descended upon him. It was Misha, the Ikran of the lone warrior Mo'loch. Following close behind was T'kia's Ikran...but where was T'kia herself? With a grim countenance, Tel'chak approached Mo'loch, one of the few Na'vi he held respect for, even more than the Olo'eyktan.
"What arrogance, Mo'loch? I was sent here by the Olo'eyktan, but that does not mean I share his views. He's nothing but an idealistic fool. His incompetence will lead to our demise," Tel'chak sadly smiled as he calmed down and slowly asked. "And where's T'kia?"
03-07-2010, 06:51 AM
"So... you do not know." Mo'loch remarked. Perhaps he was wrong.
Holding his two unobtanium-forged blades in hand, he approached the mighty leader of the Palulukan guard.
"There was an attack. T'kia has been kidnapped." he cut the story short. Casting a look at the other one, the one-handed woman, he turned back to Tel'chak.
"I have followed the aytawtute here. I think she is being held there" -- he pointed at the pentagonal-shaped building in the distance -- "For reasons I do not know. I have seen their forces, they are too strong for me to breach. I'm going to need your help."
03-07-2010, 07:15 AM
(OOC: Sorry for the time jump, but the RDA side has SLOWN DOWN!)
The next morning, Carl was already ready to go. He hadn't slept much, he was both nervous, regretful, and excited for this knew assignment. He wanted to see the freaks, he wanted to see the lab, he even wanted to see the drivers and everything.
He hadn't had that feeling in weeks.
So, he got up, grabbed what he thought he needed from his gear, and headed over to Yancy's lab. He walked through the door and looked around, unsure of what exactly to do. It looked like, to him, he was the only one with combat gear and a weapon in the lab at the time.
03-07-2010, 07:22 AM
T'kia finally regained cognitive function over her body a few hours later, but she was still stuck. The sky people had taken them into their lair and placed her in some kind of room with a clear wall.
She could watch them through the wall as they scurried about like bugs. They seemed so absorbed in their tasks, though many of them kept stealing glances her way. When the vermin realized that she was watching them, they'd hurriedly go back to their business.
Still, T'kia knew there wasnt much she could do, but she had no plans on cooperating. She knew also that eventually, they would come in and do something with her, if only to feed her and give her water. She would be ready.
There was no way she was going without a fight.
03-07-2010, 07:53 AM
Seth was walking down a hallway torwards the bio lab. He was in his full armor and had his pistol and another compact rifle slung around his back. He opened up the door to the lab and noticed a soldier. He was in full combat gear.
"Hey there. Were you assinged to security? Or are you just
lost?" he joked in a friendly voice.
03-07-2010, 08:01 AM
"Naw," answered Carl, perking up at the sight of another armed man, "I was told to be here. I'd guess security. Name's Carl, Carl Williams."
Carl popped a piece of gun in his mouth and started chewing.
03-07-2010, 08:11 AM
"Good to meet you Carl. I'm Seth. Seth Dean. I guess you'll be taking my orders since I've been with yancey longer. But anyway how intersted are you in the natives?" Seth asked curiously.
03-07-2010, 08:26 AM
Carl's blood began to boil, and he gripped his rifle a little harder.
"Not the natives, so-to-speak," answered Carl, "I am more interested in this Avatoad thing. I hear it's a real show in how far humanity's come. Playing god and all."
03-07-2010, 08:33 AM
Seth noticed a little tension in his voice. "You have a point there. Playing god isn't something we should do. I'm interested in the program but I don't think we should use it. We don't need to put on a costume party. I came face to face with the natives and they.... Embraced me if you wanna put it that way." he said remembering the punch to the shoulder.
03-07-2010, 08:35 AM
Simon was finishing entering the specimen data for the captured viperwolf when an assistant ran up to him.
"Doctor Deegran! It... it's awake, sir, I think."
Finally he had some of his former assistants back. He was waiting for Yancey to storm into his lab, but figured he would first go whine to the administration. As always...
"Great, let's get to data entry then."
Simon walked over to the other side of the building, in which a large inside tent was set up. Everything was depressurized up to the part connected with the main complex, so masks still had to be worn all the time. Simon looked through a window in the side of the opaque curtain. He could see the Na'vi fully awake and trying to wriggle her limbs out of the metal wires. The Na'vi looked at him.
"Do... Do you think it's dangerous, sir? I... I mean it's strapped to the gurney-"
"Oh, I have no doubts it would snap our heads off before the guards came in, and vecuronium starts working after a minute or so. Come on, let's take a closer look."
Simon took a camera and a portable computer with him and entered the tent. The inside was divided into a few separate sections, the last one connected with the outside. The room he was in and the room with the Na'vi were separated by yet another transparent curtain. He walked in and noticed the Na'vi stopped struggling and started observing him closely.
"Come on, have this." Simon gave the portable computer to the assistant, "Open a new file... specimen... Na'vi female..."
He took a picture of the native, the flash shone right on her eyes.
"Pupillary light reflex normal, motor control... normal."
The assistant was busy tapping the data into the device, while Deegran walked over to the gurney and pushed it towards a portable CT unit. He placed the emitter over the Na'vi's head and pushed a button. There were three audible beeps and a scan showed up on the device's monitor.
"No signs of cerebral hemorrhage."
He looked at the Na'vi. It seemed even more distressed. Simon started walking around the gurney.
03-07-2010, 08:40 AM
Carl was immediatley interested. Turning towards Seth.
"You What?" he asked.
Carl noticed a little scientist supervisor, followed by some of his assistance, rush into a room. It was at this time Carl noticed what was behind the observatory window. He allowed a suprised face to appear and he went to walk up to the observatory window.
"What the hell..." said Carl, "They have one... here."
03-07-2010, 08:51 AM
Seth rushed over to the window "Oh god this isn't good. The clan isn't going to like this. But back to what I was saying. I went ou to go take pictures for Yancey. I decided to go over to the village that's to the north of here. I was captured sorta and they want me to teach them our laungage so we can try to find some peace. But....come on follow me we're going down there." he ordered as he walked torwards a door that led down to a lower level. "Mask on." he told him as he put on his helmet.
03-07-2010, 09:23 AM
Carl grabbed a mask that was nearby and followed him into the room.
"Whata re you doing," he exclaimed.
03-07-2010, 09:33 AM
"We could have a major problem on our hands." he said as he pushed his way through the plastic curtains of the tent. He noticed a doctor running tests on the Na'vi. He took a deep breath. "Excuse me. Doctor. Can you please explain to me what you're doing? He asked, his worried expression hidden behind the facemask and yellow visor.
03-07-2010, 09:41 AM
Simon lifted his eyes from the Na'vi. In the room stood two men who appeared to be the security team.
"What a surprise, we have guests.", he said in a monotonous voice.
"I am currently entering the data for the new specimen captured in the wild. I just finished running a CT scan to ensure lack of brain damage... Now, I don't remember calling for security, so let me be the one to ask the question this time. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Did Yancey send those people?
03-07-2010, 09:45 AM
T'kia's struggles intensified as the sky person ran his tests. No matter how hard she struggled whatever they had used to bind her limbs remained intact and tight. She couldnt get free.
She didnt want to admit it to herself, but she was more frightened than she had ever been. She missed her ikran, her hammock at the kelutral...she missed Mo'loch.
She flinched away from the light the man shined in her eyes and snarled at him when he began to mess with another of his devices. She briefly considered trying to say something to him; threaten him or bargain, but she doubted the vermin spoke her language at all.
Still, it wouldnt hurt to try.
"Let me out," she demanded.
((OOC: Im not fluent in na'vi at all, so I'll put any na'vi in italics when dealing with humans.))
03-07-2010, 09:49 AM
"I'm Seth and this is Carl. But that's not important. She is" he said as he pointed at the distressed looking Na'vi. "I don't know where exactly you got her or how. But what I do know is that the village to the north is going to be pissed. I don't know what you need to do but I highly suggest we take her back before something realy bad happens."
03-07-2010, 10:04 AM
"Oh look, it got talkative when you entered." Simon said after the Na'vi spoke something. "Maybe I should keep you around as assistance.", he remarked sarcastically.
"Now, as far as my contract with the Company goes, I'm free to catch in the wild AND perform experiments on Pandoran fauna, as long as it doesn't directly endanger any member of the mission... So no, I don't think the Na'vi is going anywhere."
You have no idea how borderline impossible it is to catch anything besides a viperwolf and arachnids in this jungle.
"Besides, I wouldn't worry that much about retaliation. Major Ross has some impressive equipment and I also doubt a neolithic culture, such as the Na'vi, would care for that long to search for a missing one. They probably stopped caring already. Now, can I go back to my work?"
03-07-2010, 10:18 AM
"You going to kill the bitch?" asked Carl, staring at the frightened look of the Na'Vi female.
He smiled for a second, and his eyebrows narrowed.
"What sort of experiments are we talkin'? Painful ones... bad ones..."
03-07-2010, 10:20 AM
"No you can't get back to your work. This has the potential to bring harm to our operation. I went out there in to their village. They want peace." He walked over to the strapped down Na'vi and touched the metal wires. "This, this isn't right. You have a sentient being here against her will. Tied down and performing experiments. Now either you do something to make this right.....or I will."
03-07-2010, 10:22 AM
"What the hell," said Carl, "Peace? HAHA."
Carl stepped away from carl for a bit, on the other side of the table of the Na'Vi.
"Peace? You really believe that! They took you captive, they're attacked US! Hell, the only reason why WE'RE here is to protect these scientists from THEM with this... Avatag tests or what ever! They don't want peace!"
Carl glared at the Na'Vi on the table, "And, to be honest, neither do I."
03-07-2010, 10:27 AM
Just as Tel'chak opened his mouth to speak, three metal flyers rose from the lair and approached them at high speed. Mo'loch winced at the sight of them and realized their position has been discovered. His two companions were as equally disturbed. The tawtute machines did not look friendly.
"Damn" he whispered. "They are coming. Run!"
Mo'loch waited for the Ikrans to fly away and he followed the other two companions on foot. The forest would provide shelter.
In the flyer, a tawtute held a strange device to his mouth, something that apparently amplified his words.
(PA: )"Hold your ground and surrender. Put down your weapons and lie with your hands to your back."
It was useless. None of them knew of enough of their language to understand. They continued to run away from the clearing, with the flyers in hot pursuit.
After a while, they opened fire. Mo'loch heard the strange tiny devices launched from the flyers as they hit the ground with amazing speed. If they hit him, he would surely perish. He was certain that this is the true power of the weapon that wounded T'kia's leg back in the outpost.
"Go to the Tipani" Mo'loch yelled to the two. "Infrom the Olo'eytkan that the war has started."
He turned to run in another direction. "I will attempt to cover you. Now go!"
He felt a sharp pain in three places on his left shoulder as he continued to run. Blood started to flow. Mo'loch felt weaker and weaker. "I must not let this stop me. I must survive."
Mo'loch continued to run to the trees, leaving a trail of blood behind as Tel'chak and Ma'rali escaped to safety.
03-07-2010, 10:37 AM
Deegran wanted to answer the question, but then he noticed Seth touching the wires binding the Na'vi to the table, talking about it being held "against its' will". He suddenly remembered everything that happened when he was assisting at Earth, before he got the doctorate. He remembered the carnage the ecoterrorists brought to the lab, the animals attacking people after being let free, computers set on fire. And now he saw someone trying to free an animal that could rip their limbs off. He made a barely visible step backwards, towards the emergency button.
"Please don't touch the wires, they ensure the constriction of movement of the specimen." His eyes kept jumping back and forth from Seth's hand to the two visitors. "You don't know what you're doing... Curonium mix.", he added, hoping the men wouldn't recognize the name. The assistant left the room. It would take around him around a minute to come back with a syringe.
03-07-2010, 10:46 AM
Mo'loch managed to hide into the forest just in time. He crept under a large tree and covered himself with leaves and branches, trying to ignore the pain coming from his shoulder.
He looked up through the foliage. The flying machines continued to scout the area around the forest, surely looking for him. They knew he was there, but they couldn't see him.
Closing his eyes, Mo'loch tried to stay as still as possible. He tried to feel the earth around him, to become part of it. He prayed to Eywa for protection.
When the aytawtute would come here on foot, he will surely need it.
03-07-2010, 11:23 AM
Ma’rali, kneeing in her hiding place, watched the flying machines racing out the base. Her face darkened. So it WAS true. Skypeople lie. Skypeople kill. And Skypeople hurt the clan, the world and Eywa. No peace here.
But something held her back from leaving immediately. So she just stayed in her hiding, waiting for somebody to come or something to happen.
03-07-2010, 11:33 AM
In this very moment, Mary stumbled into the lab, carrying a tablet of flasks. She nearly fell down, but managed to catch herself before she really fell.
“Ummm… hello, I…. hmm… sorry….” She looked around with widened eyes. “What is happening her, guys? What are you three up to? No weapons in the labs, you know the rule!”
[OOC: i would suggest, you delete that post, arranu. that's a little bit over-egg the pudding]
03-07-2010, 11:40 AM
Edited: Because I dont know how to delete.
03-07-2010, 11:48 AM
I would suggest the same. Rewind and post a calmer solution. I think, my posting would be a good possibility
03-07-2010, 12:21 PM
Damn, and I was about to have carl draw his rifle on Seth, stopping the release. How did my guy get hurt? I don't remember this.... WOW am I lost!!!
03-07-2010, 12:23 PM
OOC: He removed the post where he shoots you in the stomach.
I got shot! WTF Seth!!! You shot me! I was thinkin of bashing you on the ehad but you ****in shot ME!! WTF!!!
03-07-2010, 12:33 PM
In this very moment, Mary stumbled into the lab, carrying a tablet of flasks. She nearly fell down, but managed to catch herself before she really fell.
“Ummm… hello, I…. hmm… sorry….” She looked around with widened eyes. “What is happening her, guys? What are you three up to? No weapons in the labs, you know the rule!”
"I'll tell you what's goin on," started Carl, reaching for his rifle, "This green wacko is tryin' ta-"
Carl stopped, looking at Mary with an awestruck face.
"M-Mary?" said Carl, amazed, "Is that you?"
03-07-2010, 12:46 PM
Mary put the tablet down the table and looked at the security guard with narrowed eyes.
“It’s Dr. Mary Simmons, Mister… Wait… Carl? Carl Williams?”
She blinked bewildered, than looked around more bewildered.
“What is happening here? Dr. Deegran? What is the Na’vi doing here? And why is half of the security team in here? And why are you here, Carl? What the heck is going on?”
She stood with her hands on their hips, looking way more serious than usual, staring at the three men.
03-07-2010, 12:50 PM
"You look good... Mary," said Carl, begining to smile again, "What... whata re you doin' here? What am I doin here... what are YOU doin here?"
03-07-2010, 12:52 PM
OOC: It's Simon Deegran, eonmokri.
Simon noticed that everyone shifted their attention to Mary and pushed the emergency button. They'd better hurry.
"We're just having some unannounced guests at this moment, Mary. I can see you already know one of them."
03-07-2010, 12:56 PM
Major Ross leapt into action immediately when the alarm klaxon sounded. He grabbed his exopack and a submachine gun and sprinted for the lab with a half-dozen men. He kicked open the door and ran in. His men followed, weapons raised.
"What the hell is going on here?"
03-07-2010, 12:58 PM
Mo'loch was sitting quietly, not making a sound or a move. From the outside, if one could even see him, he looked dead.
But he was praying. Praying to Eywa. For himself, for T'kia, for Ma'rali and Tel'chak.
And T'kia... what horrible things must she be through right now. Locked in the small tawtute lair, away from the Nature that she loved and who loved her in return, away from the freedom of her homeland.
He wanted to rise, he wanted to be invincible, he wanted to crush all the sky people. All of them. He wanted to see their tiny shapes in a large pool of blood.
But he realized this is not possible. Not now. Not with the tawtute's vicious machines. He would not stand a chance against them.
All he could now is wait and hope he would not be discovered.
03-07-2010, 12:59 PM
When the armed sky people rushed into the room, T'kia stopped her struggling and lay still. She didnt want to bring THAT much attention upon herself. She observed the goings on in the room curiously, still not understanding what was being said.
03-07-2010, 01:00 PM
Seth didn't say anything he stood there. Frozen. As if something was going to happen. He took his hand off the wires and walked up to Simon. He glared at him through the visor and took a deep breath. He offered out his hand. "Look. I don't agree with what your doing but we can't use violence. We need some sort of agreement. Please tell me what you plan on doing to this innocent soul."
03-07-2010, 01:01 PM
Yancey heard the shouts and the klaxon. Curiosity got the best of him, and he started walking down the hall. He entered the lab carefully.
The Security men were everywhere. It looked like half the facility was here. And in the middle was a Na'vi on a gurney.
"Can someone tell me what the heck is going on in here?"
03-07-2010, 01:02 PM
Simon felt relieved. "We've had a possibly bad situation, Major. Mister Seth here seems to have gotten the strangest ideas... He made some big hints towards freeing my specimen, which would endanger the safety of everyone in the lab." He looked at the armoured guards. "But it seems like I've interrupted something. I heard some yelling outside and a helicopter taking off."
"Oh, and I see we have Doctor Yancey here. I presume these people were sent here by you?"
03-07-2010, 01:02 PM
[OOC: oops. I’m sorry. I fixed it]
Mary looked around. “Why, thank you, Carl.” She whispered and blushed. “I’m one of the Avatar drivers, Carl. I work in this lab. I’m part of the scientific team here.” Then she fell quiet, watching the security team doing their work.
03-07-2010, 01:05 PM
"And I head all the science here!" Yancey turned red as he said it, either from anger or embarrassment. Maybe both. "Now, I never approved taking one of the Na'vi, so what is she doing here?"
Ross looked at the various speakers. "Everyone shut up. Those of you with weapons, drop them or I will shoot you right now."
03-07-2010, 01:07 PM
Carl looked into the security team, Tom was there, rolling his eyes. Carl didn't care, though. Mary was here. her brown hair, her legs crossed as she sat... she was slightly older... but otherwise nothing had changed. She was here.
"Uh... he started it," said Carl, pointing at Seth when Ross glared at him, then he squinted, realizing how stupid is comment truly was, and he felt embarrassed, looking towards Mary again.
He unslung his rifle from his back, placing it on the ground, and unstrapped his pistol as well and placed it next to his rifle. He slowly raised his hands
BTW, his gun wasn't out to begin with, BTW. He was just reaching for it when he noticed HER.
03-07-2010, 01:08 PM
"I guess with all the time you spend complaining about my experiments to the administration, you're just too busy to read the paperwork that binds you, aren't you, Yancey?" Simon tried not to look at anyone in particular.
"Read my contract. The Company brought me here because they valued my work. That's why in paragraph 86 it states that I can freely conduct experiments on any part of Pandoran fauna. That includes the indigenous." Deal with it.
03-07-2010, 01:09 PM
Ross lifted an eyebrow behind his exopack.
"I don't have time for this ****. We have a possible security breach outside right now. I can't do two things at the same time. All three of you are going into the brig. Right now." He turned to his guards. "Cuff them."
Yancey was pissed and he kept yelling at Simon until a guard shoved him away.
03-07-2010, 01:12 PM
Mary stood up. "Wait a second, Major. I'll take care of this one. He's harmless and had done nothing so far." She pointed at Carl.
03-07-2010, 01:12 PM
Carl blushed, keeping his hands raised. He was slightly embarrassed. All he did was show up for work today. This was just GREAT!
03-07-2010, 01:18 PM
Seth looked at Yancey. "At least you have some sense." he said as he dropped his rifle and pistol on the ground. Then he remebered the Na'Vi that escorted him back here. And he made the connection. "Major. Those Natives aren't hostile. They escorted me back here after I was at their village. Please. Order a cease fire"
03-07-2010, 01:18 PM
Ross scoffed. "I have no time now. You can cool off in the brig. Anything outside those walls is a threat."
He turned and ran to get his AMP suit.
Under ten minutes later he was in the suit and approaching the perimeter where they'd seen the hostiles.
03-07-2010, 01:23 PM
OOC: Is Simon getting cuffed too?
Simon looked around. The crowd was disappearing. What did Ross say about some security situation? Unless they're being attacked by plants, this meant more specimens.
03-07-2010, 01:24 PM
OOC: Simon is cuffed too, and hauled to the brig. He can explain there.
03-07-2010, 01:36 PM
OOC: Mo'loch will have to hang in there for a while longer then, I guess.
"Keep an eye on it, if it tries doing something weird, just inject the 'curonium." Simon said to his assistant as he was lead outside in cuffs by a SecOps grunt. At least they let him keep his hands in front of his torso.
03-07-2010, 01:37 PM
Mo'loch heard the flying machines touching down, close to his location. From the sound of it, there were far more than two. And he knew what that means: the machines had people in there womb. Warriors with deadly weapons. There were probably scouting the perimeter already.
The moving sounds were getting louder and louder. Mo'loch remained still as the tawtute surrounded him. He was hidden well, with any luck they would not notice him. Unless they would use some sort of technology to do it...
And that is what happened. One of them waved a small device around and tracked his location.
"Guys! Got a heat signature right here. Call the Major ASAP!"
He winced as the tawtute approached him and uncovered the leaves that hid him.
Quickly, he struck a blade into his heart. The man died. But that was just one. As he looked around, he saw 2 men around him, pointing their weapons at him. He held his ground, with no hope of escaping.
Suddenly, a man in a metal monster approached him. He looked like one of their leaders.
"Sir!" one of the warriors shouted. A greeting, perhaps?
"Shall we kill him?"
The leader looked at the body before him, and then at Mo'loch. The Na'vi assassin stared right back to the imposing figure behind the monster's front glass support. He was ready for anything, even though he knew it would probably mean his death.
03-07-2010, 01:40 PM
OOC: Simon didn't have a chance to talk with Ross, he just stormed out of there ordering him to be handcuffed.
03-07-2010, 01:44 PM
Ross stared through the canopy. This one had just stabbed one of his men. He told the others, "Don't worry. I've got some ideas for this one."
He walked over to him and reached out. The native struck at the suit with his knife. It hit the hand of the suit. Ross grabbed it and snapped it in two.
The blue monkey was backing up now. Fear was in his eyes. He decided to have a little fun with it. "What's the matter smurf? Scared?"
03-07-2010, 01:46 PM
OOC: So can we have a talk between Ross and Simon before Ross departs, so that not killing the Mo'loch on the spot seems more logical, or do you have a different solution?
03-07-2010, 01:46 PM
OOC: Simon didn't have a chance to talk with Ross, he just stormed out of there ordering him to be handcuffed.
OOC: I know, you guys just post too fast while I'm writing :P.
03-07-2010, 01:56 PM
OOC: Alright, edited.
03-07-2010, 01:58 PM
OOC: T'kia is pretty much... out of action until someone interacts directly with her. I'll keep an eye out.
03-07-2010, 01:59 PM
OOC: Don't worry, I'll meet up with you in Hell's Gate and we can take on from there.
03-07-2010, 02:06 PM
Mo'loch hissed at the man/metal figure. The two soldiers stood behind and laughed at him. They probably knew he wouldn't stand a chance in direct combat.
He jumped on the machine suit and made his way at the top, trying to break the glass. "The human has no mask" he thought, "If I could shatter the support, he would probably die from suffocation".
But as he tried to do this, the right metal hand grabbed him and moved him in the leader's viewpoint.
03-07-2010, 02:09 PM
Ross had been expecting some sort of resistance, so he was able to reach up quickly. He grabbed the smurf by that braid they had. He let him dangle in front of the screen.
"We'll have plenty of fun seeing just what you know." He turned to the others. "Keep searching for others, if you find any kill them." He turned and set off for the base with his prisoner writhing and screaming.
03-07-2010, 02:20 PM
Carl was thrown into one of the brigs, his hands uncuffed. He had lost his gum in one of the hallways, and was pissed about it.
"Hey, you got any chew," he asked, "gum, grass, anything?"
A guard threw him some chewing tobacco, he took it eagerly.
A few seconds later, he spit it out, on the ground.
"What the hell is this?" asked Carl.
"Pandora blend," said the guard, "like everything down here. Easier and cheaper that way."
"S***-F***!" swore Carl, throwing the chew back.
03-07-2010, 02:28 PM
Mo'loch was in pain the whole journey. If he wouldn't have hanged on the metal contraption with both his hands, his queue would have surely been damaged. Luckily, it was alright besides a sharp pain that continued to linger long after they arrived at the human lair.
Mo'loch observed the humans. Pathetic creatures, locking themselves away in concrete and steel. So small, so evil, yet so powerful. They all looked at him from below as the leader brought him into the camp and gave a brief speech which Mo'loch could not understand a word of. Then they placed him inside a closed cage to an unknown location, probably somewhere in the lair.
When it opened, he walked through and found himself in a closed chamber, alone. The soldiers who placed him there sealed the door behind them.
He looked around, a feeling of claustrophobia kicking in. His shoulder started to bleed again. He was hungry and tired. He wished none of this would happened.
Inspecting the walls, he found out some sort of curtain covering the east wall, hiding a window behind. Apparently this had been an observation room at some point, now turned into an improvised prison because the jailor was missing.
Behind the glass, in the other room, was a very familiar figured that Mo'loch was very glad to see safe.
"T'kia!" he said, hitting the glass with the palm of his right hand.
03-07-2010, 02:37 PM
Seth looked at Yancey and frowned. "I don't trust any of this anymore. Those Na'vi out there aren't a threat. And you there doctor you want to cut them up and do all sorts of ****. Now were stuck here and the village to the north is probably doubtful of us since we didn't go back. And that more than likely ruins any chance we had."
03-07-2010, 02:42 PM
Mary followed the group with a few minutes delay and headed directly for Carl.
She looked worried as she turned to him.
"What happened Carl? What are you doing here?"
She gave the guard next to Carl a dark and angry look, so the man made a few steps aside, leaving Mary and Carl a little bit privacy.
03-07-2010, 02:46 PM
Azumamaro arose from the small bed he was on. He had heard alarms going off while he had been in his link pod. He quickly stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as he stumbled a little. He looked out the glass to see a large contigent of people leaving another section of the biolab, a great many of people in cuffs. Something big must have went down, he recognized Yancey as one of the people in cuffs.
Quickly heading out of the room where his Avatar slept, Azumamaro let his curiosity get the better of him and headed towards where all the commotion went down. He stopped short as he came to Dr. Deegran's part of the lab. He saw a female Na'vi restrained in a cell, and a male Na'vi freely walking around. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together. Hoping his Na'vi was as good as he thought it was, Azumamaro spoke,
"What is going on here? You should not be here, you must leave quickly."
03-07-2010, 02:51 PM
T'kia had to stretch to see where the pounding was coming from, but she finally managed to locate it. She was filled with both elation and despair when she saw that the sky people had captured him too...
She frowned when he mouthed something at her. His voice wasnt carrying through the glass.
"I cannot hear you, tsumkan," she said.
03-07-2010, 02:52 PM
Mo'loch was very surprised to see a... dreamwalker. An uniltiranyu. A demon. Could it be a trap? A psychological experiment of sorts? He should be wary.
He approached the glass and said to the man:
"Don't tell me I should not be here. You brought us here against our will. But apparently you put me in the wrong place..."
He pointed at the control panels in the northen wall.
"Tell me how to free her."
He unsheated his blade.
"If you do not, I will find a way myself, and then your life will get far shorter than you might think."
03-07-2010, 03:11 PM
Simon was sitting in his cell, trying not to focus his eyes on anything. His mind was going back to the times they were experimenting with genetic manipulation, trying to construct something that would be part-human, part-Na'vi. All the time they spent before figuring out the right pH, all the monstrosities that they managed to grow. And then trying to figure out a consciousness transplant. They've never tried it with humans before, and the fact that the target was not a human made it all the more interesting...
And still they had problems with remotely-controlled bodies. Motor, eye-hand coordination, low range of link effectiveness... all the minor problems that accumulated into a big one named Avatar.
And now this. Arrest... He continued reminiscing while staring at the ceiling.
OOC: Due to timezones, I won't be able to participate till tomorrow.
03-07-2010, 03:59 PM
Mo'loch went to the computer, seeing that the human hesitated in helping him, he decided to find his own way.
A blue screen lay projected in front of him, showing images and words he could not make out. He placed his hand on one of the images and it glowed, reacting to his touch.
After a short time, he figured out that the tawtute machines had some sort of touch sensor that responded to the way the hand moved in a certain fashion along the screen. So artificial...
He let the images guide him. The screen showed a bird's-eye view of the prison cells, as well as the observation chambers he was currently in, along with other less-important areas.
Mo'loch touched the blueprint of T'kia cell. It magnified considerably, and several lights appeared into the image. He placed his fingers on the door. Some words popped up. "OPENED" and "CLOSED", the former having a green background, the latter a red one.
He looked back to the human/Na'vi hybrid.
"Tell me how to open this. Now." he said almost threateningly. The dreamwalker pointed towards the green word.
"Of course", Mo'loch thought. "It makes sense." he has seen these types of color-codes before in the human bases. On the mechanical doors. Red usually means locked, green unlocked. This should be useful in the future.
Pressing the proper button, he watched in delight as his friend's cell door opened.
He ran towards her and unstrapped the contraptions that were holding her.
"T'kia... are you alright? Can you walk?" Mo'loch asked, shifting his tail from left to right, his concentration making him ignore completely the wound on his shoulder, which refused to stop bleeding.
03-07-2010, 04:07 PM
T'kia smiled warmly at Mo'loch as she sat up on the gurney. She began to rub feeling back into her wrists as the bands that had her restrained had reduced the circulation to her hands.
"I am now, Mo'loch. Thank you."
She then got to her feet, favoring her left leg and sparing a menacing glower for the human before turning back to her friend. She noticed his shoulder glistening red with blood from his wound.
"You are injured!" she cried.
03-07-2010, 04:15 PM
"Nevermind that now. I'll bandage up later. We have to get out of here before they become aware of our escape."
He looked at the scarf still tied to T'kia's leg.
"How is your leg?", her wound was older than his, after all.
03-07-2010, 04:46 PM
"It is sore, but... useable. I will manage," T'kia said. "Do you have a plan of escape? This place is...crawling with these vermin."
She shot another menacing glare at the remaining doctor.
"And I have no weapons to speak of."
03-07-2010, 04:47 PM
"You can have one of my blades, or my bow and arrows if you wish. The stupid aytawtute who placed me here were too much in a hurry to take them." Mo'loch said, smiling at T'kia.
03-07-2010, 04:51 PM
OOC: I'm entering with veto power. That was completely impossible. You wouldn't be placed freely in a room with a computer terminal. If you want to edit the interaction, its plausible for both to be locked in a secure room. But I'll put my foot down on this.
03-07-2010, 04:54 PM
OOC: I'm entering with veto power. That was completely impossible. You wouldn't be placed freely in a room with a computer terminal. If you want to edit the interaction, its plausible for both to be locked in a secure room. But I'll put my foot down on this.
OOC: I know. If you look at my original post, (the one where I mention the "feeling of claustrophobia") you'll see I made it another cell.
But then 109th Star said in his post of a "male Na'vi walking freely around" (which I presumed was me), so I played along in order to RP properly.
And besides, the guys were in a hurry. The whole base was in turmoil after that Seth thing and the operation room itself is sealed tight. Don't worry about it, it won't be that easy to escape.
Dr. Simon didn't have 1000000 experiment cells fit for a Na'vi anyway.
03-07-2010, 04:56 PM
OOC: Then please modify it so you were always in the same cell. That will help me feel better.
03-07-2010, 04:58 PM
OOC: I am in the same cell. Even as a Na'vi and with Azumamaro's directions, I can only unlock T'kia's cell. The operation's room itself is locked from the outside and the terminal associated with it is shut down. I'm going to need 109th Star's help to open it, and that means we'll have to wait for him, or write a short sequence in his name. Whichever.
03-07-2010, 05:05 PM
OOC: Well, just make it harder than it was. If you insist on entering the room, make it a push button on the door to open it. I dislike the idea of strolling in and working advanced tech. If the door was locked, there'd be a code. So, just make it a simple press button to have door open sort of thing.
03-07-2010, 05:06 PM
"Mary" said Carl, as she walked into the cell.
"It's... it's a long story. Dan was here... and... well... mom just... idk. Whata re YOU doing here," said Carl, "I was a loser with no future. You went to college. Whata re YOU doing here?"
03-07-2010, 05:08 PM
OOC: Well, I presumed the terminal itself was password-protected, with a code known only by Simon and his associates. But the thing is, when they busted the group and took them to their cells, they forgot the terminal open. So no need for Mo'loch to enter any codes, see?
As for the obs. room itself, that's another matter. I haven't even got to that. Right now I'm offering Eywas Puppet/T'kia one of my weapons. I'll see how it goes on from there and how I can work it out with 109th Star.