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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 9, 2011 18:22:26 GMT -5
"I think it might be the suit,"Vendren deadpanned as he looked the Guardian up and down and took back the holocom. "So, what do you need me to do Mister...um what do I call you?"
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 9, 2011 18:32:20 GMT -5
"You may call me Guardian #73. You may one day earn the right to know my birth name. I need you to converse with the citizens that I cannot. that bar there will be a good start. You do know how to gather information, right?"
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 9, 2011 18:41:03 GMT -5
"Of course I do, 73," Vendren stated, slightly offended. "it's not like I was born yesterday. I am 73 days old you know. So, I go start with that bar. When and where will we meet back up?"
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 9, 2011 20:21:15 GMT -5
That alley, where the murder happened. I'll be in my ship, its stealthed currently, and hovering out of the way. I'll see you when you approach.
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 12, 2011 16:52:27 GMT -5
Vendren walked into the bar and nervously looked around. Contrary to what he told #73 he wasn't very sure he could do this. It was his first time in a bar and he wasn't created to talk to people he was made to fight. Well here goes nothing.
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About an hour later he stumbled out of the bar and into the alley.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 12, 2011 17:38:27 GMT -5
Victor waited patiently, for for almost an hour when a red light appeared on his ship's console, indicating an emergency. He quickly pushed a button to receive the details. A mayday came from a good friend of his, Guardian #42, who was currently on Scorpio Colony. At this point he saw Vendren stumble out of the bar and into the alleyway. he opened the Ship up, to let him in.
"Hop in, we are leaving. You can tell me what you learned on the way to Scorpio Colony."
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 12, 2011 18:26:03 GMT -5
Vendren, tripping as he walked into the ship, sat in a seat and strapped in as he tapped something into a device on his wrist.
"I learned a lot," he slurred. "I learned I like alcohol and people like to talk to me and give me their numbers."
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 12, 2011 19:04:03 GMT -5
"I'll do the talking next time. get some sleep. This will be a four day trip."
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 12, 2011 19:30:59 GMT -5
Obeying #73, the Mantavalian closed his eyes and slept as he waited out the long journey.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 12, 2011 19:40:35 GMT -5
Four Days Later
Scorpio Colony, crime central. and #42 was somewhere in there. now that he was closer he could tell where the ship was cloaked, and where #42 was located, hopefully... He was unsure which to go to first, on one hand, #42 needed his help, on the other, if anyone had discovered his ship, then Luna Lupusvir secrets would get released. looking at Scorpio Colony Schematics, he found #42s location.
"Want to help me out? I need you to find Colosseum 3. Look for a Guardian like me there. I have something else to find."
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 12, 2011 20:30:46 GMT -5
After watching his new partner move away, Vendren looked around. Although he had never been here he knew a lot about Scorpio. It was home to one of the biggest Mantavalian HQs off-planet and he thought about checking in to report and restock, but decided against it. The Guardian seemed to need him to hurry and Vendren wanted to be on his good side. So, after a quick map download into his Personal Terminal he located and made his way to Colosseum 3 he looked around for this Guardian that #73 was here to help. Vendren wasn't having much luck finding the Guardian, which he thought to be very odd seeing as they kind of sick out in their suits. He had almost given up when, as he passed a rather dark and over looked alley, he heard something. Turning in the direction of the sound he noticed a body. A body in a Guardian suit. A body that, after scanning was found to have very little life signs left. Vendren smiled, if he believed in a higher power he would know that it likes him because this job was way too easy. Using his PT he scanned and made 3D blueprints of the suit and and all the tech he could see on the unconscious Guardian then he took a small DNA sample and beamed the DNA and the data, transferred to a data-chip, in a small package to the Manatvalian HQ along with a small note saying 'A present from #72 of Batch 6078 to the Government Head'. After that was finished he picked up the unconscious Guardian and stared to run to #73's location with his most frantic expression on.
"73, he needs help and quick!"
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 12, 2011 20:49:03 GMT -5
quickly meeting up and getting #42 on his ship, he started scanning the body. No obvious wounds, but a high toxin level in their body. He saw a small hole on #42s side. He looked at Vendren then.
"Do you think you would be safe out there for awhile?"
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 12, 2011 21:02:05 GMT -5
"No one would touch a Mantavalian in Scorpio. It would be suicide," Vendren stated as he ejected a small needle filled with a silvery colored subsistence. "Here, healing nanos, I would have used them earlier but I have no idea whats in the suit. So, I didn't know how they would react. They're already calibrated for all known species." Vendren then left the ship.
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Post by lordtovel on Sept 13, 2011 17:52:05 GMT -5
With Vendren gone, he looked at the nano's. if only they were useful in this situation... but the Luna Lupusvir were not a known or even knowingly encountered species. he stored it away and started on the task of carefully removing all of #42s armor, revealing a beautiful woman. her name was Beatris. her breathing was heavy, and the suit appeared to have used up a very large store of Control Serum trying to keep her from from changing.
He took out the Nanos again. He knew it would not work, but maybe it could at least help. normally their efforts were noticable in moments, but either the toxins were overpowering the nanos, or the nanos were not able to help.
Beatris regained consciousness, barely.
"Who did this to you?"
She responded weakly: "An assassin. I was getting too close to something in Colosseum #3. finish my task... my love..." the life faded from her eyes, and he could then see the Luna Phasmatis rise from her body, smile sadly, as it began to be pulled toward Luna. He carefully reconnected the suit to her, sliding the needles and neural connectors to the corresponding implants in her body. This was something every Guardian had endure it was a truly painful process, and a part of why they needed to have the Control Serum system built into the suits: so it can be given more often and more readily.
His own suit hissed, momentarily as it pumped the Serum into him; his emotional state was enticing the change, and the lunacy, neither of which he could afford. A grim determination rushed over him then, and he waited and plotted out his plan of action. He put #42s body in her ship, set the settings for body return, and then waited for Vendren to return. He had told Vendren to be a few days, and that's what he used to make sure his plan worked.
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Post by thanatos1320 on Sept 14, 2011 16:18:56 GMT -5
Vendren wasn't sure what to do well he waited, but he decided to just walk and let his feet take him wherever they may. His mission so far was going exceptionally well so far and Vendren hoped things just got better from here. After walking for awhile the Mantavalian looked up to where he arrived to see one of the Colosseums. Deciding that watching a fight would be interesting he bought a ticket and walked in.
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