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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Apr 27, 2015 22:41:21 GMT -6
 Deputy Director Valerie Cayla Jakande Office of Naval Intelligence New Alexandria, Reach Olympic Tower February 21st, 2548 1400 Hours
Raindrops slid down the tinted glass of her office window. The sky over New Alexandria was blotted in bruised grays and blacks, the clouds hanging right above the skyline were pregnant with a storm the likes the coastal city had not seen in years. It had been hell for her driver to make his way through the high traffic and slick roads, which inevitably caused her to be late, but to top it all off her own pristine hair had been sand blasted by the industrial fan grade winds that seemed to accompany storms on the super sized planet. It was truly a terrible way to start her day. The most recent disaster to humanity had hit ONI especially hard. Billions of credits had been poured into the Neo Haven project on protector, which was meant not only to be the next line of colonial defense against the Covenant onslaught, but a major moral booster to the UNSC as a whole. She herself had championed the cause, and due to several fits by colleagues over the mess that had happened there, the funding for the project had been cut entirely, and any future plans for domes had been shelved. Protector had not only been a morale booster to refugees escaping glassed planets, it had also been a key research facility containing a very interesting piece of technology that had been lost when Delta Cluster itself was evacuated and nuked to smithereens. The Covenant hadn't gotten their hands on it, which was one of the few small victories she had in months. It had been just over a week since her last personal disaster, involving a botched terrorist operation on board of a Luxury Yacht Cruise that she had been practically forced to attend. She had entered her office as quietly as possible, knowing that if she spoke the edge on her voice was liable to cut her secretary in two. Yet though the day outside was relatively awful, and everything else abysmal, a lone data pad on her desk peaked her interest. It only took her a moment to cross her minimalist office, and put herself in a seated position, before she unlocked the data pad and began to swipe through its contents. Short and too the point, just the way Valerie liked it. A dry smile broke across her face, and the troubles of her morning slowly faded. She only glared slightly at one of her many assistants as she brought in the morning coffee, which is far better than she would have been if it hadn't been for that small rectangle ending up on her desk. Though she had lost funding for the Neo-Haven project, she still retained full autonomy in the research they had managed to salvage from the slag heap the planet had become. These Jackals were just the scraps she needed to squeeze at least something from that mess. Though she knew it would take months to get the information she wanted, she also knew that it would be a benefit to both herself and humanity in general. At least that is what she hoped for, as she began typing away at the datapad to send forward her confirmation.  Dr. Victoria Harper Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours Omicron Research Outpost, kept in a remote solar system on the edges of human space, was little more than a waypoint for ONI research on the way to better staffed facilities more than five years ago. However, due to the pressing demands of an ever encroaching genocidal hegemony, and the continual loss of ONI resources, the outpost itself had been refitted with advanced technology specially designed to aid in the Research of repelling the Covenant onslaught. The three buildings that comprised the small research outpost, after the refit, were dedicated to research, habitation, and supplies/transportation. After the disaster in Protector, the outpost once again received new research in the means of a specific Covenant species. Accompanying them was Dr. Victoria Harper, a leading figure in Xeno-Biology, who was quickly appointed as Senior Researcher of the facility itself.
Victoria's observation laboratory, as she had grown accustomed to calling it, had been one of the finer things lent to her during her many years working for the Office of Naval Intelligence. It was well furnished in the classic white, minimalist style ONI was famed for, and completely suited with the latest technologies in the medical, biological, and xeno-biological fields. Along with the fact that it was fully staffed with a research team, Victoria felt as though she finally found a place she could actually work. "Alright. It is time to give this old place a spin. We have are subjects splayed out for the first round of Tests. This is important work, and I expect all of you to remain professional during our stay on this rock. If at any time you feel like you cannot complete your work, or continue with this research, you will be debriefed and shuttled out accordingly." She had given much of the same speech before upon her arrival and appointment, but this time there was something cold in her words. Things could get interesting, and if her staff couldn't handle it, she would not allow them to muddle her Research.
She received stony faced acknowledgments across the board, something she expected from scientists perched on the precarious cusp of human and unknown space. "Alright, Melissa, go check on our agents and see if they are suited up." The two agents in question, would be assisting them with the more physical aspects of the tests, as well as provide extra security for her and her researchers. She had last seen them scrubbing down and gearing up in air-tight, armored recon suits. Working much like hazmat suits, they would be expected to keep their armor on at all times, when around the alien life forms.
She waved her underling off with a dismissive gesture, before she turned completely around and faced the observation screen in front of her. It was a two way mirror of sorts, though anyone inside the large rectangular room she now looked into would simply see a flat white wall. Some form of a two way transparasteel, much like the transparasteel used on UNSC warships in observation decks.
Inside the room, lay three semi-sedated, fully stripped, and heavily restrained Jackals, kept under the watchful eyes of a team of three hazmat suit clad doctors, who kept track of their vitals and prepared the equipment inside for the first round of tests. Victoria leaned in toward a small panel that sprouted from her side of the wall, and pressed her hand on a small glass square set within the panel. "How is everything going in there?"
"We have had the scanners going since we strapped them down, and now we just need to wait for their heart rates to kick back up again and bring them into consciousness. We can then move into the x-rays and get a proper reading of their internal structures." The doctor ended his report with two thumbs up, while the other two continued gearing up respective machines within the room. The room itself was completely sound proofed, but she was sure the buzzing of all the machines inside would have driven her up the wall.
"We will begin x-rays once our agents have entered the room. Keep them on the drip for now, I want our muscle to get acquainted with them while they are still semi-coherent, before we fully wake them." Her eyes drifted along the three beings spread out before her. "We will only remove their muzzles for physical observation, so they will remain on during the x-rays." |
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Post by BetaWülf on Apr 28, 2015 2:16:03 GMT -6
Roh Gel, T'vaoan Major.
Fitful rest.
Much had happened since the last time Roh had been awake, little of which he could recall. Bits and pieces of memory flitted through his mind, fragments lost and scattered in a sea of anguish. He pulled and tugged at whatever it was that was holding him in his poor excuse for putting up a fight, but he couldn't get free... it was like he was a chick again, powerless, helpless. Except this time he was alone, no mother, no grandmother, no aunt, nobody was there to free him.
He tried to yell, he tried to roar, but he couldn't open his beak, a deep strangled growling hiss was all that escaped. His throat burned as he continued to attempt to vocalize his incoherent rage, his throat wound from his scuffle with the Human Mike still present and and eager to become inflamed it seemed.
His vision was blurred and the light pained his head like salt in an open wound, but as he tried to shrink away from it he found he was on a surface he could not go through for it was too hard. As he struggled weakly in his fitful daze he realized he was naked, the coldness of the room seemed to intensify upon the revelation, but he could not free his limbs to cover himself in his modesty as he spat out many foul curses in his native tongue through his unwillingly clenched beak.
Aecor's sake... what have I done now....
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Post by Faclan on Apr 28, 2015 6:14:34 GMT -6
Eal Tas (NPC) - T'vaoan Murmillo test subject.
Strapped to a table
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Had he been fully conscious at the current time, there would be a lot of things he would be trying to tell both his former Cell mates and the Humans in the armored suits. Firstly it would be an apology to Roh and Talz; they had both deferred to him on the order to follow the Inside Humans down deeper into the tunnels. They had the chance to just leave. But Eal had wanted Human Mike to be their prize and didn't want to just walk away defeated. The situation they were in now was exactly what Roh had been worried would happen, and now they were truly stuffed. Hopefully that expression wasn't going to be literal.
The second would be the Human scientists and guard people, though the language barrier would take some getting used to, that all of these drugs and bondage weren't needed. They had surrendered to the Humans and so had entered an agreement as it were that they would do be somewhat cooperative in captivity. If they had been dragged from the battlefield forcefully that wouldn't be the case but all of them had done it freely. Perhaps that wasn't a thing with the Humans? Hopefully he would have some time to try and explain that.
But for now Eal was staying quiet, those two main thoughts having been slowly circulating his drugged mind and lucent mind since their underground capture. The black Humans had been rough but fair in their treatment...but once the ONI that weren't Mike had their hands on himself, Roh, and Talz - everything had gotten far worse. For now Eal was just silently hoping, with a few prayers to Aecor, that the Humans would let them just talk and not force everything...this didn't have to go down like this.
The former Murmlillo's eyes were just closed however as he couldn't see anything through all the blurriness anyway, just occasional toe twitches and steady breathing showing he was actually still alive. The nakedness was also something that could hopefully addressed. Damned uncivilized Humans.
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Post by TinCanHitman on Apr 28, 2015 11:05:03 GMT -6
Terrance 'Torn' Ryker Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours Terrance sighed as he let the fumes wash over him. He was currently standing naked in a white washed hall ways, with jets of different chemicals 'scrubbing' him of any bacteria or the like. It had all been explained to Terrance, but he hadn't really listened, he was to busy going over equipment lists. He had asked for several things, and had been politely told to fuck off, not that he was surprised. He had, however, been issued the collapsible electric riot batons he'd asked for, which was a plus. The hissing had finished and a smooth voice came over the PA system. "Agent Torn, you may now suit yourself." Terrance snorted, it'd been a hot minute since any one had used his code name. He moved over to the wall where the reconnaissance suit was waiting for him. Along with that a white eye patch with the ONI logo stitched into was waiting, hanging from a hook. He snorted, ONI had suddenly grown a sense of humor. Terrance put on the patch and noted it's perfect contours, it was well crafted and Terrance appreciated it. He didn't waste time, however, and quickly put on the recon suit. It fit snugly and honestly was more comfortable than ODST armor, but Terrance didn't feel that was necessarily a good thing. The ODST armor helped keep him focused, that constant nagging of uncomfortable battle-plate, digging into odd places. It made you sharp, didn't let you feel invincible, to long in good armor made you soft. He snapped the helmet into place and moved to the holding chamber before the actual test area. He was waiting for agent Bishop, or Gabriel Sixtus as was his given name. The agent had shown promise, and done several missions of varying degree, all of it was as expected of an agent. The man's record was much the same as Terrance's own, maybe a bit less...blunt. Either way Terrance knew enough about the man to be ready, and willing, to work with him. He assumed they'd work well, stay focused, and gain the intel they needed. |
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Post by Cheddar on Apr 28, 2015 21:18:04 GMT -6
Gabriel "Six" Sixtus Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours Six stood naked in the middle of a small white room. He knew that when he stepped in, leaving his clothes outside on the bench, he'd step out and find them neatly folded and sitting under the set of sealed armor he would wear for his newest task. It was always like that. Someone unnoticeable, silent, but utterly efficient. Much like ONI itself. He continued thinking about the clothes he'd find when he stepped out of the chemical bath. Not a single stitch was off when those clothes were folded. Perfect creases, a perfect shape, and perfectly stacked. So cold, mechanical and barren of any warmth or humanity. It seemed unnatural. And he liked it. Cold and calculated, perfect in form and execution. Everything at ONI was designed to give the impression of utmost efficiency. Luckily it wasn't just an impression, it was a fact of life. His thoughts were interrupted as a voice came over the intercom. "Agent Six, you may suit yourself." He nodded, as though he were having a conversation with someone standing there with him. He watched the shower jets stop moving, retreating into the alcoves they came from and settling flush with the wall. No liquid or gas escape their porous heads and once more he thought of how perfectly everything worked here. He smiled and stepped out, feeling the automatic body dryer,set into the floor, purge any liquid from the surface of his body. He stood there for half a minute until a cheerful chime from the machine let him know its work was done. He then dressed in the simple underclothes and one piece body glove that had been set out for him before he began donning his armor. It wasn't HIS armor, per se. That set was in the room he'd been assigned, along with his other personal effects. No, this set of armor was sleek and brand new, it had never seen a battlefield. Over the years, their armor sets had been streamlined and rebuilt to where a man could easily put them on in mere minutes, unassisted. This was a far cry from the days where soldiers and Marines had to have another man help them out with things they couldn't reach. Here at ONI, Six had never experienced such an event. His armor was perfectly fitted for him in every way. And when he finished setting the pieces together on himself, stacking them like a tower one on top of the other, he was safely sealed inside. With his pre-mission rituals complete and his armor donned and sealed, a door to his left hissed, a sound of equalizing pressures, and then it opened, allowing him outside and into a barren white hallway. Near another door, leading to a room he knew looked exactly like the one he'd just emerged from stood another man, a fellow agent. He corrected that thought. "Fellow" implied that they were of the same status, they were not. Agent Terrance Ryker, was many years his senior in age and experience. His cool demeanor exuded confidence and skill. He was not worried. His gaze turned to Six as he emerged, the younger agent returned the look with a small nod. "Ready when you are, Agent Ryker." |
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Apr 30, 2015 14:15:51 GMT -6
Dr. Victoria Harper Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours She was not aware how long she stood there as she waited for her agents to arrive, watching the three aliens in front of her. These things, so frail and exposed now on her operating table, were behind the biggest genocide recorded in human history. Billions of people had died in this war, and most of them were civilians completely unaffiliated with anything but the want to live their own lives. Even if those Jackals had been in this position without the weight of that blood on their hands, she doubted she would feel even a pang of sympathy. After all, she hadn't felt it when humans were in the same as those things where now.
Her other underlings bustled around the lab behind her. Some were stationing equipment for different activities listed throughout the day, as the jackals weren't the only experiment underway in the facility. Others busied themselves at monitors tied in directly to the observation room, keeping their eyes on heart rates, and an array of different monitors splayed out before them. Most of her scientists were seasoned, it was the way ONI preferred it when dealing with such exotic stock. Some, however, were newly minted and hired into the Office. Fresh faced and barely out of graduate school, those were the ones Victoria kept her eyes on, in the slight reflection of the transparasteel.
Her eye caught one of them dropping a pen, before they flicked over to the reflection of one of the entrances opening silently. Out of it, came the two agents she had been waiting patiently for. A smile crossed her lips and the scientist quickly brought her hands together and clapped a few times, gaining the attention of those around her. "Alright." She began, turning fully now to note the two fully armored agents in front of her. "I have heard good things about you." She spoke directly to Ryker, brushing her gaze over him before she turned back toward the view screen.
Her hand pressed into the small microphone button on the terminal in front of her. "Alright, take them steadily off of the drip, we are now allowing the Agents in to become "acquainted" with the test subjects." With those words, she released her hold on the mic controls and turned back toward the agents. "You two will now enter the room and observe the subjects you will be working with. Check their restraints to make sure they are secure, watch their muzzles, and keep your suits sealed." She brought a fist up to her mouth and let out a small cough. "You will provide general security, and keep watch on them. If they act up, liberal use of the electro-prod is granted, I assume you both know how much to apply without permanently damaging the things." With that, she waved them toward the only entrance into the room and turned back to her monitor.
As they two began to move into the room, Victoria pressed her hand onto the mic controls once more. "Cycle up the x-rays. As soon as we have them fully awake, I want the first one scanned." |
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Post by BetaWülf on May 2, 2015 0:14:52 GMT -6
Roh Gel, T'vaoan Major.
What... where am I?
Roh inhaled deeply as he struggled a little less, he felt... less foggy. His vision was still a bit off, no real distinctions were apparent to him, but at least the light didn't pain him so dreadfully. He hissed a little between breaths, but mostly out of confusion. As his vision became more clear, so did his hearing. He scrunched his brow as he tried to focus enough to listen.
He heard a voice, it was not familiar but it left him feeling cold... like it was the whisper of spirit come to haunt him. The second thing he heard was a shuffling sound, here, there, it was all around him. He shook his head to clear it, his breaths slightly heavier. He looked to his left, and then to his right, and his pupils narrowed to thin slits.
He was surrounded by Humans in suits, and he was completely naked. "Perverts" he said in his native language.
He watched them as he began tugging at his restraints, making no headway. If not for his muzzle he'd have nipped at them, but he could barely get his beak open with it on. He hissed loudly at them as his mane of feathers rose, poofing out quite bit. He tried to pull his limbs in against his body to get away from the nasty apes, but there was nowhere he could go.
"Stay away you filthy dung heaps" Roh said to them, not that he expect them to understand so he decided to try their language not that he was very good at it. "Back 'way shit mounds" he said in a heavy hissing accent that made it harder to understand.
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Post by Faclan on May 4, 2015 20:50:01 GMT -6
Eal Tas (NPC) - T'vaoan Murmillo test subject.
Strapped to a table
Pretty indignant.
Still laying mostly still has sounds of stepping and movement started to plop up around his table Eal took a few looks around, now seeing the tight muzzle around his beak and the somewhat blurry bulky Human shapes, and then went back to laying still. Why? Why did the Humans think that this was necessary? Treating them like animals with the muzzles and the nudity. There were intelligent beings for Aecors sake. They had space travel...they were beyond this kind of treatment. The Humans were reminding him more and more of those Sisterhood Scum that would take great pleasure and enjoyment from treating their captives like this. And to think he had once thought Human Mike respectable?
There was chances for redemption of course, if when he had a chance to try and explain that this wasn't needed they heeded it then this likely short meeting could go well. That was of course assuming they weren't currently being moved to an execution location. That would just be rude on top of being disrespectful.
But compared to Roh and Talz Eal was comparatively silent and unmoving, just laying there in his own thoughts with his eyes mostly closed.
Talz (NPC) - Ruutian Radio Operator test subject.
Being wheeled away.
OH AECOR NO!
Having finally woken up, it having taken longer for her compared to the two tougher T'vaoans Talz was faaar from Eal's quiet contemplation when she looked around and found out the situation she was in. The only thought going through her mind was that she was going to die; slowly and horribly, naked, at the slow cold hands of Humans and their tools. She had to get out of here!
Barely processing the fact that Eal and Rog were in the same room with her - probably thinking that they had already been butchered - Talz started to wriggle and pull against her restraints and call out for help from her muzzled beak. Of course her struggles were fruitless against the strong bonds holding her down and barely a hiss and cheep could get out around the muzzle. But in her panic she didn't care, she had to try to escape!
(There, got Kigs ranging the gamut of reactions; still and quiet, slight fighting, and pure terror :3.)
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Post by TinCanHitman on May 4, 2015 21:31:07 GMT -6
Agent Terrance 'Torn' Ryker Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours Terrance waited patiently for his door to hiss open, revealing the other agent in stark white as well. Terrance's face plate was polarized as he approached the agent, wanting their relationship to be as professional as possible. He wanted to establish early on that he was running this as the senior agent, and that this was impersonal work. A lot of troops got squeamish when it came to the hard hitting stuff, and Terrance wasn't about to let feelings get in the way of his mission. He walked over to the man and looked him up and down, noting that his armor was in place perfectly, he nodded to himself. Good, the kid wasn't an idiot and his file wasn't over-glorified bullshit, so far. "Ready when you are, Agent Ryker."Terrance shook his head, it was a simple mistake, but in a situation like this where there were enemy operatives so close it was a bad one. If he had said that in a room with an insurrectionist spy in it, and that spy managed to escape, he'd know Terrance's name. There was a lot of space and a lot of soldiers in the UNSC but all it would take is some digging and putting times and names together and they'd have Terrance's identity, which would make him useless as an agent in the future. "Stow that, we are about to begin interrogation of hostile agents, we use code-names for a reason." he said bluntly, but without rage. Ryker moved over to where Doctor Harper was, standing at a firm attention as she got her group's attention. He depolarized his face plate when she turned to them, knowing that civies tended to get uncomfortable if you didn't let them see your face. "I've heard good things about you." The Doctor said, giving him a simple once over. He gave her a polite nod and focused back in on his work, he needed to be prepared for any thing considering he'd only ever worked with a covenant captive one other time. It was unlikely that they would escape, but Terrance wasn't going to risk it. "You two will now enter the room and observe the subjects you will be working with. Check their restraints to make sure they are secure, watch their muzzles, and keep your suits sealed. You will provide general security, and keep watch on them. If they act up, liberal use of the electro-prod is granted, I assume you both know how much to apply without permanently damaging the things."
The Doctor said to them, then sent them in the direction of the door. Terrance nodded and polarized his helmet, turning and making a motion with his head for agent Bishop to follow. He moved into the room and noted all of the Jackals present, watching as the scientist moved back a bit so they could work. Terrance moved over and began to check the restraints, pointing at the other end of the group for Bishop to begin. This one was calm, and not putting up a fight, it simply sat with it's eyes half closed, breathing evenly. It's restraints were where the should be and Terrance raised the thumbs up to signal all clear. As he moved to the next he saw that it was finally coming out of it's drug induced sleep and it was not happy with it's situation. It was struggling and attempting to flail about, but it's restraints were holding it, as well as it's muzzle. Terrance was fast, having honestly been waiting for one of them to attempt to escape. With a quick flick of his wrist Terrance drew his baton and extended it, the electricity crackling off the head of the space age mace. He flipped it up and slammed down hard across the bird's chest, earning a loud smack followed by a loud hiss of electrical discharge. He let the baton rest across the creature's chest, sending volts into it's body. Once he felt it had learned it lesson he removed the tip, allowing the creature a bit of respite. "Subject pacified." He said calmly into his helmet's COM. |
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Post by Cheddar on May 5, 2015 14:21:21 GMT -6
Agent Gabriel "Six" Sixtus
Office of Naval Intelligence
ONI Research Outpost Omicron
[RESTRICTED SYSTEM]
February 20th, 2548
1600 Hours
They entered the room and Six was momentarily transfixed by the sight of the Jackals restrained to the tables. The tempo of his heartbeat increased slightly as he surveyed them. The Agent hadn't known how he would react when he saw them but he honestly didn't feel much, at all. If anything, he decided, he felt a cold and clinical detachment from what they were doing. He felt nothing for them. Six stopped dwelling on his feelings and focused on the job, looking to Rkyer for his cue. The senior agent motioned for him to start at the other end of the three tables, while he started at the one closest to the door.
Six moved towards the farthest Jackal, hearing his footfalls echo around in his helmet. As he walked, he took in the stark white walls that contrasted with the surgical steel that covered all the work stations, tool trays, sinks, and floor drains.
His eyes fixed on the nearest floor drain as he walked. His face, nor his body language betrayed what he felt but inwardly he smiled. Six remained composed and quickly moved to his task.
The Jackal on the farthest table seemed to have woken up. He saw it tug a few times on its restraints followed by a bout of violent thrashing around. Six approached more quickly, closing the distance in a few steps.
In his periphery he saw Agent Ryker extend his shock stick and activate it, slamming it into his quarry. The movement had been a single movement, one sweeping gesture that began with a collapsed baton and ended with an electric hum and the sound of a pain filled alien. Six followed suit.
He displayed the same economy of motion, retrieving and deploying his own shock stick and employing it in the same manner as his superior. Six slammed his cudgel into the figure on the table. It instantly stopped struggling against the restraints and instead arched it's back in response to the electric shock. It's eyes focused on the Agent a split second before rolling back in its avian head. He counted down the seconds in his head and after he reached four, he removed the baton.
He stepped back and announced, as Ryker had, that his own subject had been taken care of. He let the baton fall to his side and waited for whatever came next.
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on May 6, 2015 12:51:20 GMT -6
Dr. Victoria Harper
Office of Naval Intelligence
ONI Research Outpost Omicron
[RESTRICTED SYSTEM]
February 20th, 2548
1600 Hours Victoria watched the jackals come out of the drug induced stupor she had ordered them into. It was interesting, to see them wake and begin to struggle. They pulled at the restraints in that groggy manner, their heads almost bobbing like one of the many avian species she had encountered during her travels. Their hisses and garbled language was reordered and stowed for later studies, but she doubted that the sounds they emitted where even words. It could have been comedic in any other light, hell, it was comedic to her even in that light. It was amusing to see the tables turned for once, and it was something that she would enjoy for as long as they had them.
These creatures, after all, where members of a hegemony of species dedicated to the genocide of the entire human race. Countless worlds had fallen to their relentless assault. Women, children, infants, pets, husbands, wives, all died under the fury of these alien beings. She was no beginner when it came to the specific species displayed in front of them now. Jackals, as they were known to the humans, belonged to the horror stories of surviving civilians. This brutal nature was not unknown to other species, after all, genocide tended to make brutes out of all of the aggressors, but the creatures in front of her almost seemed to stand out to her now. How many humans had suffered under them?
She was brought out of her thoughts by the beeping of heart monitors as the agents began the liberal use of their stun sticks, whacking any Kig-yar that had been previously struggling, to pacify them. Some of her own underlings looked to her with concern, but she gave them a dismissive wave. They had calibrated these things well enough that she knew they would not be stopping hearts any time soon. "Alright, agents. The straps appear to be secure, please stand behind the alcove in the corner of the room." She waited patiently for the agents to move, as the doctors began to move their x-ray machinery into place. Mobile scanners, were placed all around the disoriented aliens positioned to different parts of their anatomy, while inbuilt scanners within the table extended to do much of the same. "Alright, Caesar, are you ready to begin?" Jovial laughter sounded all over the observation labs speaker system, and for the first time in a few hours the station's AI revealed itself. A small holographic projection of a plump, middle-aged man in a purple toga sprung to life out of her personal control area, and looked her in the eye.
"Why of course!" It responded, with a grandiose gesture, as if he himself was gesturing t some vast audience. Harper rolled her eyes briefly, and turned her gaze back to the jackals. The scanning machines burst to life, and began to run over the bodies of the aliens in a methodical pattern sending their images to the work stations of her underlings behind her. The process itself only took several minutes, though she assumed that the whirring and buzzing of the machine would make the entire process seem much more drawn out than it actually was.
Eventually, the machines died down and soon after the doctors left their alcove, leaving the agents the freedom to move out as well. "Now we move on to physical observations. Agents, you will now remove the muzzles of the Jackals, and shock them if they attempt to lash out with their jaws. The Doctors wish to take note of their physical characteristics, as well as how they differ." |
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Post by Faclan on May 6, 2015 19:31:33 GMT -6
Eal Tas (NPC) - T'vaoan Murmillo test subject.
Strapped to a table
Trying to talk it through.
Eal was violently brought out of his ruminations and going over of his own plan by the muffled screeches of pain from Talz and Roh. The Murmillo sitting up as much as he could to look over at his fellows. They were just as bad as the Sisterhood, inflicting pain without reason to. Eal had pulled and looked at the strap his slumped head had been next to. There wasn't any danger of any of them breaking the restraints. But the armored Humans smacked away at them anyway with not only blunt instruments but electrically charged ones. Disgusting. But only a quiet hiss of his digust got out around his muzzle before he went back to laying still. Sighing a bit at the twitching form of Talz after the baton had been removed.
Then a bunch of small screens and devices were popped up and oushed to be beside them. Eals bright eyes glancing from one to the other with brwos furrowed but then they started to click and whirr...but nothing seemed to be happening. He guessed it was some type of scans - hopefully not something that would cause damage to them.
The scans however would reveal the Kig's injuries if they had not been identified before; Eals severed nerves in his right hand, Talz's gunshot injuries to her side, and Roh's numerous little cuts and bruised vocal sac.
The scans finally finished however, and Eal had some dread as to what was going to come next...the armored Humans approaching again with their wrist mounted shock maces - like some bastardized Gel design. But he laid still as one of them reached out toward his head, expecting hands to close around his throat or to grab his beak to snap his neck. But then the muzzle was removed. Eal keeping his beak shut until the Human had moved his armored hands back before slowly opening it and stretching it a bit before licking his teeth and swallowing, showing off his teeth and tongue to those watching before he tried to talk, quietly but loud enough for the other Kigs to hear him. First time in a long time.
"Roh...Talz...I'm sorry for getting us into this. You both put your faith in my decision to go after the Inside Humans - and what you had been worried would happen happened to us." Sighing a bit he let his head rest back on the cold bench, feathers providing a little cushion, before shrugging and deciding to just try his luck. "Roh; if you can please try to explain to them that all of this isn't needed. By our surrender we agreed to be somewhat compliant in our imprisonment - but all this bondage and lack of common decency isn't necessary. If they would treat us respectfully we would be willing to do this calmly..."
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Talz had been spasming for a little while both during her shock punishment and when it had finally been removed. Had she been thinking clearly she would have suspected that that shock was calibrated for the two T'vaoan and now a smaller Ruutian. But instead she just focused on breathing and doing her best to stop everything spinning. The scans she was silent and still for besides some twitches - and unlike her initial outburst she was still still when her muzzle was removed.
She did look over when Eal started to talk but when she tried to reply she just coughing and flexed her toes and hands a bit before being able to relax a bit.
"Ask for some...water too please...Roh." She rasped out as she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
(Poor Kigs :< - goooooo Roh use dem language skills.)
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Post by BetaWülf on May 11, 2015 0:42:00 GMT -6
T'vaoan Major Roh Gel
Roh hissed loudly at the damnable Human that attacked his comrade, even now the Humans showed why they deserved to die out. Before he joined the Covenant's Army Roh couldn't have cared less about Humans, he even felt bad for them at times. But after he joined up, after he saw what they were really like, he didn't feel so bad. They were a self destructive species, and generally foul. And now they were torturing restrained prisoners because the sick creatures enjoyed it.
Roh writhed in pain, letting out a loud squawk as the electified weapon was slammed into him, lingering on him long enough to burn his skin as he convulsed. He panted heavily, his hands clenched into tight fists while his toe claws dug into the table. He growled as his muzzle was removed, but made no move to bite at the Humans. He rolled his head to the side to look at Eal as the older T'vaoan spoke, a plethora of machines around the Kig-Yar.
"It's my own sunk'n fault we're in this mess, I never should have trusted those Human Rebels" Roh said "I'm so sorry Eal, Talz, I'm... I'm so sorry. Aecor forgive me for my foolishness" he said, tears starting to drip out of his eyes.
"Humans" Roh said in English "Let us off tables... we will do what you want, but let cloth... us selfs, please" Roh said. "My... friend, smallest one, needs water too" Roh added, not that he expected much from the apes.
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Post by TinCanHitman on May 11, 2015 5:40:12 GMT -6
Terrance 'Torn' Ryker Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours
Terrance had worked fast checking the alien's restraints then moving into cover. He stood relaxed as they waited, knowing that this wasn't like normal military ops. Being part of ONI had only changed him a bit, he felt, affording him a harsh reality of life and allowing him to live on the razor's edge of military performance. In ONI Terrance had tested himself both physically and mentally to make him the man he was today. He'd done things for the sake of intelligence, and he refused to regret any thing. Killing human's seemed to carry a lot more weight when they were on the brink of extinction. So with every thing as it was, having these aliens here was simple, right. They were the incarnation of destruction, the apocalypse made flesh. So easy to hate, and Terrance was so very grateful for that. This was an enemy that made sense to him, because the insurrection didn't. Terrorism had always been so ingrained in human culture that many people were used to the idea, but to Terrance the UNSC was every thing. The fact that innies still existed with aliens slaughtering them by the planet-full. It was an unnerving feeling of betrayal that left him with an odd empty numbness. It was the stillness and steadfast belief in what one did that aided Terrance, guided him to the point he was at, and every action he did portrayed it with woeful accuracy. They had removed the muzzles from these creatures, ones that they could easily say they were better than, only to have them start to speak. Terrance had ended up at the end of the group of three with agent Bishop next to him, looking down on the Jackal that had actual managed to croak together a display of lingual desperation that one could say equated a plea for help. It had struck Terrance in such a way, caused his mind to stutter for a mili-second before simply reacting. Another quick motion and he had struck the creature, not even allowing it to fully finish it's plea for water. He gave it a harsh strike across it's stomach, or at least where he assumed it's stomach was. How dare it speak, how dare it assume it was on the same plane as Terrance. It had uttered his words in pleas of peace, why did it take him beating it with an electrified cudgel for it to finally speak up and act as if proper treatment of prisoners was it's concern. Terrance had hand picked marines to carry with him to be ODST, even managed to get past his unit's first drop, only to have them get devastated their second. Heavy casualties, and an entire fire-team wiped out within a blink of an eye. Where was his soldier's cry for mercy? Why couldn't his men surrender? Even the god damn insurrection had taken more prisoners than the covenant. His blow was swift and did not linger like the last, it had a tiny bit of passion on it that made the loud smack more satisfying for Terrance. He turned to Bishop and nodded, alerting the other agent that the creature had been dealt with. He kept his eye's focused on the alien's as he activated his COM. "Creature's pacified, suggest muzzles be on standby in case of further outbursts, Ma'am." he said, his constant slight grumble bleeding through the channel. |
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Post by Cheddar on May 11, 2015 8:13:50 GMT -6
Agent Gabriel "Six" Sixtus
Office of Naval Intelligence
ONI Research Outpost Omicron
[RESTRICTED SYSTEM]
February 20th, 2548
1600 Hours
Six watched his fellow agent as he reacted to the alien's plea for help. With the polarized faceplate, he couldn't see Agent Ryker's face, but he could see the way the man's body language changed to reflect what he was feeling.
The man disguised it well, but a detectable tension began building in his partner's body. Six watched as the Agent Ryker's stance grew more aggressive and his hands clenched against whatever he felt. As The Agent focused less on keeping his outward appearance relaxed and more on his internal feelings, telling signs of his growing anger began to surface. All this tension was building pressure, and soon it would need release.
So when Agent Torn slammed the shock baton into the creature, Six didn't even flinch. He had known it was coming. Inwardly, he felt slightly conflicted for just a moment. However, the image of his planet being burnt to cinder and glass leapt to the forefront of his mind. It was an image more powerful than anything else, a reminder of what these monsters were capable of and very willing to do. Suddenly his conflicted feelings evaporated and he found them replaced with wrought iron resolution.
Six stood by as Ryker reported in, "Creature's pacified, suggest muzzles be on standby in case of further outbursts, ma'am."
With that finished, they were back to observing the creatures. Six took another look at them as they lay strapped to the table. Their expressions were unknowable, their body language too. But he felt that if they were trying to act as though something unfair were happening to them, they needn't bother. Genocide was unfair, the steady and thorough destruction of everything Humanity had built was also unfair. He and the rest of Humanity had a lot more to feel wounded about than they did.
He felt a stirring of violent thoughts begin to surface, a desire to do the creatures harm. At heart he was a soldier and for as long as he'd been alive, these creatures had been his enemy. But that wasn't his job anymore, not directly. Now he worked for a different purpose and so he had to put those feelings aside and focus on the job.
He forced his thoughts and feelings down and looked away slowly. Agent Sixtus was a professional. Besides, Ryker had already dealt with the chatty creature.
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on May 14, 2015 23:15:07 GMT -6
Dr. Victoria Harper Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours
Honestly, she doubted that her doctors would be willing to go near any of the aliens mouths with them being awake. Those needle-like teeth looked more at home on some sort of fish, and not one person in that room would enjoy getting their flesh torn at by them. Victoria was interested in their teeth, their jaws, their throats, and while she could get all the physical observations she wanted with an endoscope , that would have required the subjects to be incapacitated once more. Instead, she wanted to see those parts in action. She wanted them to speak, she wanted to hear their voices and see the way their mouths moved when they produced coherent strings of dialogue. It was needless to say that the scientist was more than pleased when they began doing so, up until the point that one of them attempted to speak English.
Her own face turned stony while some of the staff behind her actually jumped. She was well aware of the Covenant's ability to replicate human language, as they had done so during their first contact with humanity. Those around her, though, did not all have the same amount of knowledge that she guarded so closely. Quickly, she cast a glance back toward all of them. Some looked repulsed, some a bit pale, some un-readible, and others simply curious. She expected much of the same reaction within the observation room itself, and was not surprised to see Ryker dolling out punishment when she turned her gaze back.
"Disregard my former order, put the muzzles back on. They will remain on until they are confined." The head researcher knew she would need to hold a conference with her staff after this test, and confront questions over what had just occurred. While she doubted that any of them would feel sorry for the genocidal birds, the uncomfortable fact that they could replicate the language of the ones they murdered so ruthlessly would send others on edge. She would need to be far more careful when removing their muzzles at later dates.
As the agents went about their tasks, Victoria took a few steps away from the observation panel. General experiments and scans where now out of the way. While she decided she would rebound on a few things learned during this trial run, she considered this first experiment an overall success. After processing the events of the day a bit more, she turned back to the observation panel and activated the mic once more. "Agents, a moment of your time, if you would."
While she waited for the agents to leave the room containing the aliens, she turned to the group of scientists assembled behind her. "A very productive days work if I do say so myself. You are all free to return to your habitat modules, we will not be running any more experiments today." While her voice was generally cheerful and reassuring, her eyes sought any weakness within the faces of those she addressed. Before she could spot anything, the door behind her hissed open, signalling the entrance of the agents.
"Ah." She began, slowly turning to face the two men. "The first tests have gone over well. You two have been more than useful and I thank you for your efforts." She doubted they cared for her commendations, but old habits died hard. "Now, we have a unique opportunity faced here. More often than not, we simply drug our test subjects before moving them back to their cells. These three subjects, however, cannot be kept sedated forever. At some point they will be in their individual cells, completely coherent. A side experiment, as well as a security measure, can be conducted if you two are up to the task.
"We can move these subjects to their individual cells, and relax security measure to see just how willing they are to escape. If they managed to get out the door, you use brutal force to move them right back in. This psychological enforcement may keep them from trying it again at a later date, which is something I am interested in, due to the amount of security provided to myself and my team." She was content to keep them asleep in their cells, if they decided not to go along with the plan. After all, they were the most combat experienced individuals on the entire station. As a professional in her own right, she would accept their opinions when it came to their realm of expertise.
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Post by Faclan on May 16, 2015 6:06:51 GMT -6
Eal Tas (NPC) - T'vaoan test subject.
Strapped to a table
So...this is how its going to go.
Eal only grunted when Roh tried to ensure them all that it was his fault they were in this situation...but really it was the Inside Humans if anything, or hell even that Mike...but then again the Mike had shouted things at the Black Humans so they likely wouldn't be shot. Probably best to not try and worry about who was really at fault and focus instead on the situation they were in now. Eal sure hoped that the Humans would be more willing to work with them rather than having to be difficult about this. So he watched carefully as Roh cheeped out in English hopefully that it didn't have to be like this. He felt terrible however when he spotted Rohs eyes starting to water...having to remind himself that Roh would still be called a chick in some places. It wouldn't be right for him to die here.
The reaction was certainly a reaction to be sure.
The scum, the sunk scum. It was as Eal had feared it would be. The Humans were angry, sorrowful...scared. Scared of them and the Covenant that hired them. So they were taking out all of those emotions of the three of them. What in Aecor's name did they think that was going to accomplish? Bring back their loved ones from the Sangheili's orbital cannons? Return worlds burned by the San 'Shyuum's decrees? No, they knew it would do nothing of the sort. They just wanted to make themselves feel like they had the power, to try to topple the mighty Covenant by blowing on its massive feet. Disgusting.
"You cowardly scum." Eal muttered, easily audible to the other Kigs. "You are just scared, and out of fear you lash out - like tiny chicks scared of the ligOOPHfm." That was as far as he got before he was struck by one of the fully armored Humans - likely for speaking out. Before his muzzle was picked up again. Eal didn't resist, just let his beak be held as the muzzle was slid over it and secured before the armored Humans moved to leave.
Turning to look at his fellow muzzled prisoners he glared at the door a bit but then just looked back up at the ceiling. They would bide their time now. But the Humans had plaid their hands, and now the three of them knew what they were dealing with.
And to think, with Mike - despite his goading of Roh - he had liked a Human. But at this thought Eal gave a muffled hiss and shook his head. No. No no no. That was the same kind of narrow minded thinking that the Humans were using now. He wasn't going to fall into that. He would keep his moral high ground, despite all the evidence.
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Post by BetaWülf on May 16, 2015 12:42:55 GMT -6
T'vaoan Major Roh Gel
Pain, suffering.
Roh shuddered and convulsed as the Humans withdrew, his muzzle being returned to his face before they left. His rib burned with pain, his talons dug into his palms, purple blood slowly dripping from the clenched fists. He was fairly sure some of his ribs were cracked from the heavy blows on his unarmored torso, definitely bruised.
As long as Roh lived he would never trust another Human in his life, he was a fool for having done it once and would never make the error again. Not that it mattered now, he was probably going to be beat to death for fun by the demented Humans. He wished he would have killed Larkin, Skyler... Mike. All of them. He could have, but he didn't. He and Eal and Talz could have just opened fire on each of them and been done with it. Well... maybe not Larkin, but definitely the other two.
Roh rolled his head from side to side, cold sweat rolling down his face as he tried to refocus his eyes through the lingering pain. Each breath was heavy and labored, and stink of his own burnt flesh still filled his nostrils. He muttered to himself in his own language as he slowly regained his faculties. "I will... have my... revenge" Roh said as he laid his head to rest. At least the Humans were gone now.
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Post by TinCanHitman on May 20, 2015 0:32:20 GMT -6
Terrance 'Torn' Ryker Office of Naval Intelligence ONI Research Outpost Omicron [RESTRICTED SYSTEM] February 20th, 2548 1600 Hours
Terrance studied the aliens as he waited for orders, taking personal note on them. This was the closest Terrance had been to these creatures without the intent to murder them. They were unnerving, avian, and yet bipedal and familiar. It was easy to make a parallel between these creatures and earth raptors. They were similar in many ways, save for the sharp glint of intelligence behind the aliens gaze. Only dulled by the drugs that were still in their systems. Terrance hated these creatures, there was no doubt, but he respected their lethality. He didn't turn his gaze when the doctor spoke, agreeing with his suggestion to re-muzzle the creatures. He moved immediately, walking to the opposite end and beginning to muzzle the captives. He didn't bother to tell Bishop to begin, he now knew the other man was capable, and trusted him enough to follow simple commands. Soon enough they had managed, and all of the birds had been silenced with little incident. Terrance only turned when the doctor came over the PA system, asking for a moment of their time. If Terrance had been a different man, one with a better developed sense of humor, he may have offered up a wry smile at the doctor's politeness. Instead her only acknowledgment was a slight nod of a helmet and the warm features of a mirror sheen face plate before he moved out of the room. He stepped into the room and de-polarized his face plate, offering up the same one-eyed grim stare as before. He studied the woman before him, sizing her up. She was pretty, if that counted for any thing he didn't know, and she was obviously intelligent. She also knew of him, some thing he didn't know how to feel about. Did she specifically request him? If so why? Terrance was a well rounded field agent, he knew that much, but he wasn't a specialist in this type of work. Maybe they just needed some one who didn't ask questions. Terrance listened as she both complimented them, and proposed an interesting opportunity. To see these creatures, in this state, it'd be useful information. Terrance wouldn't be able to do much with it besides improve himself for the real thing, but the more sciency types would be able to extrapolate much more he assumed. "Alright." He said, his expression the same as ever. In truth it hid the slight interest that Terrance had, burning like a small ember in his chest. He wanted to be pit against these creatures, he wanted to feel that edge, grit of hard combat. He listened as the doc explained the details, only moving to study the layout of the area. He looked over the schematics and began to devise security measures as the birds were sedated once again. His decision was to have the cell block locked down, with armed security on the other sides of the block. Then Bishop and Terrance would wait for the alien's move. If they did nothing, good. It meant they were stupid, or weak. If they did do some thing, better. Terrance waited until the captives had been thoroughly put to sleep before moving back into the room. They had been set up so that the beds they were shackled to were on wheels, and all of their drips were already hooked up to move. After a quick exchange of words with the doctor he nodded at Bishop and grabbed the bed. Along with them was one of the security members, Namkuhng. Terrance only knew this because of his friend or foe tag, other wise he was as alien as the birds. He was only needed to move the birds, after that it was back to business. The cells were simple, small enough that the jackals wouldn't have much room to stand. It was occupied by a simple metal bed, with two steel bowels filled with protein mix and water, enough for the aliens not to die. He unstrapped the jackals quickly and placed them on the bed before taking out their IVs and rolling the beds out of their cell. Terrance didn't know how quickly they would be up the second time, he didn't want to risk them not being prepared. After that he quickly kicked the wall in the cells, denting in a panel and exposing the power source for the door. He just hoped the birds would see the IVs and put two and two together. This is where Terrance's plan would get...fun. He moved across the stark white hallway and used his tac-pad to dim the lights, only highlighting the doors of the cells. He had set up a M247 across from agent Bishop, who also had a GPMG waiting. Terrance had made a kill zone, knowing that Bishop could handle angling his fire down from Terrance. Their gun's rate of fire would be more than enough to handle the bird's speed, they'd step out and the stun rounds would handle the rest. |
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Post by Faclan on May 22, 2015 4:59:25 GMT -6
Eal Tas (NPC) - T'vaoan test subject.
Now in some type of cell.
...No, too clean.
Eal watched as best as he could as the armored Humans took a few glances at the wall and then left them all alone. He had no doubts that two of not all of these walls were see through. And countless Humans were likely looking all their naked forms now. Or looking over those scans they had taken. Eal's disgust at this entire situation was started to be tempered by the fear and dread that they would die in whatever hell hole they were in. These Sunk Humans would run all the tests they wanted, he was sure pain would be on their way as from the smacks they had already laid down they clearly had no issue issuing pain on them. Fingers and arms were likely going to be broken in time for the Humans tests. And then, once they had likely been tortured and brought to within an inch of their lives, they would finally be killed and just tossed in an incinerator. But soon he was forced to relax as he could feel cool liquid pumped into his arm, eyes soon closing as he knew that they would have to escape at some point. As he doubted any of these ONI would stop their eventual deaths.
*Woosh movement*
Slowly opening his eyes again Eal was at first surprised that he wasn't looking up at the grizzled face of Aecor. But it meant that their torment and ordeal was far from over. His second thought was to try and rub at his eyes to get some of the grime and tiredness out of them...and he could actually move them. Glancing down at his body he could see that his beak was unmuzzled as well. But still naked. One thing at a time. Rubbing at his eyes for a bit he tried to raise his feet up, they were free to move as well. With his feet and legs still raised up he spun a bit and sat himself up on the cold bed. Regretting it a bit as his vision was flooded by black and pink spots from all the drugs as he held his beak. Just trying to focus on breathing for a bit until he could see better.
After his vision finally cleared up Eal took stock of where he was now. A small room by the looks up it with a single door in it. No windows. Some kind of dent in the wall with what looked like wires by it. And two bowls. Moving to the door first Eal tapped it with his claws as he looked up and down it. Felt solid, and a little shove confirmed it. But it wasn't electrified like the Humans seemed to have a Fetish for. So good for that as he glanced at the dent again...but moved to the bowls second. Dipping his still working hands claws into each and licking it carefully he nodded a bit. Water and some kind of soup like thing. Tasted terrible.
If this was supposed to be their holding cell it was pretty damn sparse. Where were they supposed to relieve themselves? The bed would also be near deathly cold with no covers or anything. But time to look at that dent.
Scooting over to it he nudged at it a bit with his feet before hooking his toe talons at the panels edge and pulled the panel out of the wall. It was a bunch of wires that pointed in every which direction. He could start pulling at them but would instead try to piece out they what they could do first. Crouching down to get a better look at them Eal squinted at them for a bit before moving his head to them and trying to look down the wall to where it might lead too. Door. Or some kind of poisonous gas system. Either way he wasn't going to do anything with them. Instead he moved to the door and tried to call out to his fellows, hoping that they would be able to hear him.
"Roh, Talz - I hope you are both still alive...there are some exposed wires in my cell that seem to go to the door. But this is clearly some kind of trap. These ONI Humans are too clean for this, too systematic. They wouldn't allow us to be in a room with any kind of power. Let alone anything for the door...If you have something similar I would suggest just leaving it alone. Don't give them the satisfaction that we fell for their trap."
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However, unlike Eal's slow sweep and exploration of the cell he found himself in, when Talz had awoken and looked around her first item seen was the crack in the wall. A splinter in the ship. The Female immediately going for it, squawking in a pain a bit from the wounds in her side and leg, and flopped down beside the panel. Carefully working her claws into the crease around the panel Talz soon had it off the wall and was then presented with a bank of wires.
Licking her teeth a bit she did what would be called a jazz hands like gesture as she looked up and down the row upon row of wires as she slowly brought her claws down toward them and debated on which wire would get her out of here. There was the very real chance should could be fatally shocked when one of these were cut...but it would be worth it to get out of here. So throwing her life to Aecor's Dice she cut the biggest wire, holding her breath as her claw sliced through it. Twitching her claws she nodded, still alive. And she heard a click from the door. SUCCESS!
Grabbing the steel slab of a bed she pulled herself to her feet and staggered toward the door. Just getting her foot on the threshold before she heard Eals voice. Pausing momentarily she hissed a bit when it was revealed that he had one as well...and she had played right into the Humans hands. But she was so close now. And she had already sliced the door so sink it! Wrenching open the door Talz limped out into the dimly lit hallway, quickly looking right and seeing the outline of one of the armored Humans again...behind something pointed at her. She probably barely had time to raise up her hands above her head before she was riddled with stun rounds - perhaps too many for her smaller body.
(I assumed each Kig was in their own cell and were decently close, lemme know if that's incorrect.)
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Post by Cheddar on May 28, 2015 6:54:21 GMT -6
Agent Gabriel "Six" Sixtus
Office of Naval Intelligence
ONI Research Outpost Omicron
[RESTRICTED SYSTEM]
February 20th, 2548
1800 Hours
Six sat at the end of the cell block, behind the controls of a hefty machine gun. He angled the muzzle away from his colleague at the far end of the hall and watched the doors to the three occupied cells. He awaited any sort of movement that might occur.
He didn't have long to wait. Soon after being placed in their cells, the Jackals began to prowl around inside them. He heard the scuffing of their feet across the hard floor and the sound of their hands moving across the interior surfaces of their cells. He grew tense.
Very soon after, one of them began to squawk at the others. He didn't know what was said, but he was certain it had to do with the broken door panel in their rooms or an apology for getting them royally screwed over.
The whisper of a nearby hydraulic door system answered his question. One of the beings stepped into the hall and looked around for an instant, severed wires still in its hand. Six depressed the trigger, angling his gun, and watching as a burst of five or six stun rounds impacted the frail looking alien.
The fire plucked it off its feet and sent it sprawling, a graceless slide down the hallway before coming to a stop against a nearby wall. Six waited a moment before looking away from his target. He looked at Agent Torn and waited for the man to initiate what they would do next.
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Post by BetaWülf on Jun 2, 2015 18:59:00 GMT -6
T'vaoan Major Roh Gel
Dammit to the deepest depths!
Roh hissed in raspy, pained breaths as he slowly, slowly drifted back into the void of unconsciousness. Damned Humans, how many times would they knock him out in one day? His fast beating heart soon went to a steady, calm, natural beat as he lost the inclination or ability to feel or think reasonably or intelligibly.
As he calmed in his unconsciousness he was carted off to his new... home...
He was rolled down a hallway, into a cell. Plopped unceremoniously onto a metal bed, and taken off the drip. The Humans left, a sharp banging sound being the first thing he registered after being taken off the sedative. He ever so slowly regained consciousness, his blurred vision slowly coming into focus as he weakly flailed his limbs about to no great effect other than accidentally bludgeoning himself in the jaw.
He groaned as the pain started to become noticeable again, gently probing the wound on his abdomen, a deep breathed hiss was his first reaction. He rolled off onto the floor when he heard Eal's voice, he couldn't hear him very well though. As he got onto his hand and knees he his gorge rose and expelled his stomach contents in the corner, mostly bile with some insect parts floating in it. It was loud enough that the others likely heard it.
"Eal! It... it's Roh... can you he... hear me? My cell has a dent panel too... I can see the wires. I'm going to try to see if there's anything I can make a weapon with sea-brother, but I wont touch any of the wiring" Roh said as he slowly rose into a two kneed kneeling position.
He hadn't even tried to stand when he heard Talz squawk in pain, his head snapping around to face his door. Roh roared and beat his fists into the floor, knowing he couldn't do anything even if wanted to, and that if he went out he'd be put down just as easily. "Aecor sink you all to the bottom of the darkest seas! Damn you all!" Roh screeched in rage.
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Post by Faclan on Jul 22, 2015 8:12:07 GMT -6
(Sooooo......what shall we do now with this? I'm all for continuing if people want too.)
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