Darkside: Extermination

[Zoombie]

Not the hat!

Wait...even without the hat, I still have my really big gun IE: This one



And seeing as how it fires 13mm silver explosive bullets, I'd not touch the hat thank you very much...

and here is the next episode!


Mankowski walked down the hallways, nodding slightly at every fucking Agamemnon crew member that walked past him. Arrogance seemed to leek off them like smoke. He got to the shuttle bay and opened the door, using the key card Keller had given him. A technician who seemed more interested in the woman's buttocks he was feeling up, jumped as Mankowski walked into the room. The woman pulled her shirt down to cover her bellybutton, looking only slightly sheepish.

├óÔé¼┼ôCan I help you?├óÔé¼┬Ø The man asked, putting an annoying emphasize on help, as if it were an epitaph. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski said ├óÔé¼┼ôI was just wondering if you've gotten this shuttle fueled?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø The man said, still looking cross. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the man's head. The man's hands immediately shot up and his girlfriend dropped her pants, as she had been zipping them up. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski said ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry. Just go out, find a storage closet and fuck there├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBu├óÔé¼┬Ø The man started, but Mankowski cut him off ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOr I'll kill you├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Joseph walked back to the room that they had been using to process the refugee's. Then an aide tapped the back of his shoulder and said into her ear ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're getting a call├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph looked at Keller, trying to convey his pain. Keller just looked away, back to the refugee's who were waiting in line. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's from SOL├óÔé¼┬Ø The aide said. Joseph turned around and stared at him ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll take it in my room├óÔé¼┬Ø. He walked out of the room, pushing past the aide.

Joseph turned on his computer set. Three face's stared back. On the right was a young man with silver gray hair, obviously dyed. On the left was another man, wearing a turban and wearing glasses. The woman in the middle of the screen had her hair parted to the left and looked like one of those icy bitch's who played the 'untouchable beauty'. Her green eyes stared through the computer screen and seemed to glow slightly. Joseph nodded to them ├óÔé¼┼ôCaptian-├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe know who you are├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I believe that is were we have the advantage├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said ├óÔé¼┼ôWho are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôMy name is unimportant├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you can call my Cyanide if you really need to├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joseph wondered at the name choice, but the woman started talking again ├óÔé¼┼ôMe and my associates have recently discovered that our operative has died on Dantana's surface. Why has this come to pass?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy boss?├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph asked ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's...dead!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, frowning ├óÔé¼┼ôHe should have told you about us├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe didn't├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide blinked, looking as if she didn't quite believe him ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou do know what your trying to accomplish, right?├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôNot really, no├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said ├óÔé¼┼ôI just want to get paid├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will get paid├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut it will be greater then anything you could imagine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joseph smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôI can imagine...├óÔé¼┬Ø his eyes darted down the front of Cyanide, not making any effort to hid the fact he was sizing her up ├óÔé¼┼ôQuite a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide smiled, leaning forward over the table she was sitting behind ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some instructions for you├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôDoes your ship have biological regenerative capabilities?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI can grow organs, yes├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you make a new body, with the following specifications├óÔé¼┬Ø. A string of A's, T's, G's and C's scrolled under her face as she spoke ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd then place a Class Four three ought two quant-con brain in the body├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Joseph balanced ├óÔé¼┼ôBut, mam├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe don't have a Class Four three ought two quant-con brain!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe'll send those spec's as well├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, still smiling ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd your ships can easily fabricate it, if you put in the right raw materials├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou can send all this data over a tac-con?├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph asked, feeling a little overwhelmed by the new things that were happening. ├óÔé¼┼ôEverything you could send with a laser, you can send with a Tac-Con├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôOnce you have these bits and pieces ready, send a message├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The signal ended. Joseph sat in his chair, still feeling overwhelmed. Then he pressed the button for the intercom and said ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you send some one from biologics and manufacturing down here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then he sat back in his chair and typed some inquires in his computer. He pressed a few more buttons and an extrapolation of the genetics's that had been sent to the computer form SOL. It came out as a young woman. It was Cyanide, in wire frame. Joseph closed his eyes and wished he had been slightly more polite to her over the tac-con.

The kid chowed down with a voracity that stunned Mike, who was used to eating with marines. And marines knew to put it away with all due haste. But this kid was practically shoving bread and cheese down his throat, making loud, moaning sounds of pleasure as he ate. Tipp sat down next to Mike. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey Mike├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, looking at the boy ├óÔé¼┼ôHow is our new family member?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The boy looked at her and smiled, his cheek's bulging. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think he's a surprisingly upbeat fellow├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said ├óÔé¼┼ôIsn't that right?├óÔé¼┬Ø. The boy nodded, swallowing. He made a flurry of symbols with his hands. Mike recognized some of them as singe language, but he went by too fast for him to make good sense about it.

├óÔé¼┼ôAnyone know how to...do that stuff?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked. Tipp shook her head. Then Mike realized that he was alone in the room with the others. ├óÔé¼┼ôWait!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said. He got up and ran out of the room. Tipp looked at the boy and arched her eyebrows at him. The boy smiled at her, grabbing some more food. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou really should slow down├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said. Then Mike burst back into the room, holding a pencil and paper. The boy shook his head when he offered them to him. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you write?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked. The boy shook his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you read?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked. The boy shook his head again.

Then he started to dance from one foot to the other, looking around. ├óÔé¼┼ôBathroom├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike guessed. He pointed down the hallway ├óÔé¼┼ôThat way├óÔé¼┬Ø. The boy smiled at him and ran off. Mike sat down again ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's a nice kid...I think├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôMike├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said ├óÔé¼┼ôCan...Can I ask you something personal?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike looked at her ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's the problem├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tipp sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's Helena├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you two not getting along?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked, feeling a little worried. Tipp stared at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked, feeling like he was missing something very obvious.

├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe're getting along just fine...but I wasn't to get along...better├óÔé¼┬Ø she winked at him ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you get my drift├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike worked it through after a few seconds ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh!├óÔé¼┬Ø He exclaimed. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour not jealous, are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo. NO!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight, good├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said ├óÔé¼┼ôCause...God damn Helena is a fine woman├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike nodded, wondering if his ears were red. ├óÔé¼┼ôI just wasn't to eat her up, you know?├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's just so...so...so├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNice?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike suggested. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said, snapping her fingers at him ├óÔé¼┼ôYes and she just keeps giving me the cold shoulder. How did YOU get together with her├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Mike thought about it for a bit ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's not really that type├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBah!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnyone is anything, given enough motivation├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI admire your optimism├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said ├óÔé¼┼ôBuy mine and Helena's relation was more of a love in the trench's. We just fell in love and held together through the campaign on Galvatrax. It also helped that she had a great sense of humor and amazing legs├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't get me started on her legs├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp moaned, her face mashed into the table ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I'm getting desperate. I can't think of anything else to do. Other then getting on my knee's and begging. Or drugging her food├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said ├óÔé¼┼ôbegging sounds fine to me├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Tipp groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you sure we don't have any drugs or anything?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike thought for a second ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Then the door to the room opened and Sarge walked into the room, holding a screwdriver. ├óÔé¼┼ôMike!├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôTipp! The radio is ready...I think├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you sure?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked ├óÔé¼┼ôMaybe I should look it over├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sarge nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôFine, sure├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôJust come on and try it out├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike got up, but Tipp stayed behind, sitting at the table. Then she got up and walked after them, trying to word her begging in the best way possible.




Its short. So what? What are you going to do? Sue me!

I've got Arcanum to play...

[Day]

no... il steal the gun first

[Guessmyname]

You take the gun, I'll take the hat

[Zoombie]

This is the EXPLAIN EVERYTHING! episode. If you didn't see the clues and piece everything together, then now we have a character to explain the conspiracies thing. Up to this point.


The body that was growing looked revolting, all red flesh and growing tendons. Joseph wrinkled his nose at it. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is this for?├óÔé¼┬Ø Keller asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not sure├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut even if I did no, I'm not going to tell you├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôReally?├óÔé¼┬Ø Keller said, feeling irritated ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose it doesn't matter now├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy?├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph started to ask. Then the intercom barked ├óÔé¼┼ôCaptain Kelly!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joseph looked up ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôSomeone has stolen a shuttle from the Agamemnon├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joseph turned around, looking at Keller. Keller had pulled his gun out and was aiming it at Joseph.

├óÔé¼┼ôKeller...what are you doing?├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph asked, smiling ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought we were partners├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Keller said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've crippled my ship, killed over two thirds of my marines and are holding my lover hostage. Some partnership├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôCapitan├óÔé¼┬Ø The intercom said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe shuttle is heading to the planet's surface├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôDestroy it├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said. Keller slammed him into the wall, grabbing a large chunk of his shirt and picking it up. He pressed the gun against Joseph's forehead even as the lights flickered as the weapon systems fired.

Mankowski swore loudly as a shell ripped past his shuttle. IT almost hit him, but he was lucky that it hadn't torn him in half. HE started some evasive maneuvers, but unfortunately he wasn't good at it. So he just told the computer to handle the maneuvers. The Agamemnon fired another shot, but the shuttle dodged it easily. Mankowski felt very sick from the consent shifting and sliding of the shuttle. It was worse when it hit the atmosphere of Dantana. Unfortunately that slowed the shuttle down just enough that the next shell clipped the left wing. Mankowski blacked out as the shuttle started to spin madly.

├óÔé¼┼ôIf you don't stop firing├óÔé¼┬Ø Keller snarled ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll blow your brains out!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôW-Wait!├óÔé¼┬Ø Joseph said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe don't need to work as a master slave relationship. I can let your lover go├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Keller said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're crazy. The more I see of you, the more I realize it. You're doing this for nothing more then money!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joseph smiled weakly ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you doing this for?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Keller thought about it for a moment. Then he realized he didn't really know why he was fighting. Then the door to the room opened and guards ran in, leveling their guns at Keller.

Lizzy had dozed off, but she was woken up by Eve rolling over. She stared at her daughter. Eve had fallen asleep and was murmuring in her sleep. Lizzy relaxed back and relaxed again. Then she heard a slight tap tap tap on the window pane. She walked past the bed and to the window. The tapping was different from the constant rain patter. It sounded more like a branch blown by the wind, hitting the window. There just wasn't any branch. Lizzy looked out the window, her breath fogging it up. Then, seeing nothing, she turned away and walked past the bed. Then Eve rolled suddenly, snapping awake. ├óÔé¼┼ôIn the walls!├óÔé¼┬Ø she grunted.

Lizzy knelt by the bed ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eve blinked and sat up. ├óÔé¼┼ôI can hear something...├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething in the walls├óÔé¼┬Ø. Lizzy pulled out her pistol and slowly looked around the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôEve├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you be more specific?├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked back to her daughter, but Eve was back to catatonia, looking at the celling. Then Lizzy head the tapping again and brought her pistol to bear on the sound. It slowly moved around the room will it was behind the book shelf.

Lizzy fired. The bullet tore through the books, sending shredded paper flying. There was a squeal and blood sprayed out of the hole. Then a rat crawled out of the hole, half its body blown off. Then it convulsed and died. Lizzy lowered her gun disgustedly. She sat back down and sighed, looking back at her daughter. Eve hadn't flinched, even though a small dribble of blood had landed on her forehead. Lizzy sighed and thought about getting one of the books of the book shelf.

├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is the radio├óÔé¼┬Ø. It looked like a tied together collection of tubes, wires, computer chips and a power cell. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's more then it appears├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat, it works?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked. Helena smacked him on the back of his head. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge said ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's a beacon too!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo why don't we turn it on?├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp asked. Sarge nodded and flicked on the radio. There was a moment of silence. Then there was a shuddering, howling noise. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats a jet!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp recognized the sound first. The engine was struggling.

Everyone ran to the window and stared out into the rain. They could see the shuttle, spinning madly around. Then it oriented towards the window. ├óÔé¼┼ôShit!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's it doing!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike looked at the radio. Then he realized it. ├óÔé¼┼ôrun!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, grabbing Helena and Sarge, who happened to be right next to him. Then he ran out. Tipp turned to run as well, but tripped on the tools that were scattered over the floor. Helena jerked out Mike's grasp and ran back to Tipp. She helped the other woman up as the jet engine's roar reached deafening pitch. Mike looked around and saw Helena struggling to get out of the room.

Then Helena threw Tipp forward and dived out of the room. Then the shuttle slammed into the room next to the room they had been standing in, but the wing smashed through the room and the radio. Then the jet engine died in a gasping, shuttering blast of sound. Tipp, Helena, Mike and Sarge all stared at the shuttle. Then the door opened and a bedraggled, bloodied and bruised Mankowski walked out ├óÔé¼┼ôI've brought a ride├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Then he collapsed on a broken leg and moaned softly.

The body was forming slowly but surly. Joseph was worried about it, worried about what he was going to put into the body, and what he was going to do with Keller. For this moment he had been placed in the brig, along with his lover. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir├óÔé¼┬Ø An aide said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe body will be ready in twenty four hours├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joseph nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôInform me once it's done├óÔé¼┬Ø he walked out of the room and stalked down the corridor, wondering what the fuck he should do.

Cyanide lay back in the scanner and sighed. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø a figure stood in the shadows ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you sure you want to go through with this?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cyanide would have been lying if she wasn't afraid. But she still nodded her head. ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well├óÔé¼┬Ø the figure said. There was a glow as he pulled on the cigarette, making the tip glow red. He was a man, wearing a business suit, like the rest of the Black Op's, but other then that Cyanide only knew him as 'the boss'. ├óÔé¼┼ôScanning now├óÔé¼┬Ø he said softly. Then Cyanide screamed and screamed. Then she was dead.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou saved my life├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said ├óÔé¼┼ôThank you seems a little pale├óÔé¼┬Ø. Helena nodded, looking at Mankowski. He had broken his coller bone, his left arm and cracked a rib and now he was sleeping in the best bed in parliament. ├óÔé¼┼ôThank you is fine├óÔé¼┬Ø Helena said. Tipp nodded. Then she realized her proximity to Helena. Helena didn't seem to mind, so Tipp let it slide. Mike had straighted the broken arm and dressed the other wounds, but other then that he couldn't do much of anything. Lizzy had demanded answers, and Sarge was explaining it to her.

The kid was the only one who looked happy. He had a loaf of bread that he was eating slowly, and he looked a lot more like a normal, healthy boy then ever before. Tipp couldn't count his ribs any more. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôAt least you're happy├óÔé¼┬Ø. The kid smiled as she ruffled his hair. Then he grabbed Tipp's hand and placed it on Helena's. Then he smiled again and wandered over to Lizzy. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're the little trooper├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy muttered. The kid nodded enthusiastically, making a grunting noise. He couldn't quite form words, without a tong, but Lizzy accepted the effort.

Mankowski woke up. He groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôIs the shuttle okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. Then he faded out again. When he came too again it was no longer raining and the sunlight was streaming through the window. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski sat up slowly, his body creaking and groaning as he did so. He looked around. A little kid was sitting at the window, looking out at the sunlight. He looked surprisingly normal and happy for someone on a doomed planet. Mankowski looked around and didn't see anything else. Then he heard a giggle. He snapped his head around to the door where the giggle had come from.

├óÔé¼┼ôHello!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski said louder. There was a muffled curse and the door opened. Helena walked out, her face beet red. She pulled her shirt straight and walked over to the bed ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're awake├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. That woman, Tipp, walked out after Helena, wearing a cowboy hat, a shirt and next to nothing else. Then Mankowski saw she was wearing panties and forced his eyes up. Everything seemed to be slower as he looked around. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's been happening?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's been a day sense you crashed├óÔé¼┬Ø Helena said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut Mike and Sarge have been having a ball fixing up your shuttle. Not that they've been having much success, as they need a new fucking wing. But├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Mankowski never learned what the but lead too. The little boy stated yammering, as if tying to talk with a sock in his mouth. Then Mankowski saw that his tong had been ripped out. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp asked, walking over to the window. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoly fuck├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôGet the others├óÔé¼┬Ø. Helena nodded and ran off. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to get some pants├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's with that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was...teaching Helena├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said, rolling her eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôBout what!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski shouted after her as she walked into the room she and Helena had been in.

Mike looked out over the street. The figure was walking towards them. It was a blurry gray one at this distance, but Mike noticed that it had longer hair then a man would. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho is that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy asked. She still hadn't slept, so she had bags under her eyes and looked completely wasted. She was also worried sick about Eve, and it showed. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's a suit├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski said, leaning on his crutch. ├óÔé¼┼ôA what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Helena asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know, a corporate big wig. A suit!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAh├óÔé¼┬Ø Helena said ├óÔé¼┼ôI never worked much for the corporations├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI did├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski and Mike said at the same time. Mike looked at Mankowski and nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI think you're right. It is a suit├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The woman was wearing a sever business suit, her hair long but tied back in a pony tail. It was blondish brown hair. Her face was pretty, but icy. Her eyes were a very bright green. She was also holding a brief case. She stopped walking, her feet scuffing the dirt slightly. A song bird sang, somehow able to ignore the destruction and devastation around it. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked. He had somehow been designated the spokesman for the group. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy name is unimportant├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen so are you├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said, not missing a beat ├óÔé¼┼ôYou can call me Cyanide├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Lizzy looked thought full for a moment. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy are you here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He hoped the answer would be 'to get you out of here'. But he knew it wouldn't be. ├óÔé¼┼ôI am here to retrieve you├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said. Mike stared at her like a struck cow. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôI am here├óÔé¼┬Ø She opened her brief case and pulled out a letter ├óÔé¼┼ôto retrieve my property├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour property?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôEve Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø she handed the paper to Lizzy.

There was silence. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're property?├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said, her voice choked with rage. A twitch over her right eye going madly. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut let me start at the begging. In 2112, earth time, you made contact with S-02. Two years later, 2114 earth time, you made contact with the creature known as Prime. A little under half a year later Prime died, after having sexual intercourse with one Daniel Colby. He and you later became man and wife, him taking the name Daniel Montoya. But the autopsies on Prime revealed that she had a child. If it were a normal child it would have died with its mother, but this was a S-02/human hybrid. It survived and you raised it as your own├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôThen, nine years later, a Bio-War corporation hit squad killed Daniel Montoya and captured Eve. She was then taken back to human space, where we revived the memory's of Peter S Thompson and used him to create Hiroshima research station. After it was created we studied Eve. Some people would have called it torcher├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide's face was completely devoid of emotion as she spoke ├óÔé¼┼ôBut it had a much more important use. Doctor Tabuchi had become an expert on S-02 and the hybrid that Eve was. He realized that S-02 doesn't HAVE a tolerance limit. Any bit of S-02 will keep evolving, keep mutating and will not stop until it has reached perfection├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôSo it was only a matter of time till Eve reached the break through point. But there is only so much you can do in a lab. So we arranged for Michal Dobson to be hired to the security force. We lowered the dampening field, and because of Eve's fragile mental state, we knew she would immediately link him to a father figure. Mostly because he had the same mental equipment as his mother, so she would liken him to her. Also because he looks somewhat similar to our records of Daniel Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø.


├óÔé¼┼ôIt worked better then we ever could have hoped. Michal not only let Eve go, he put her on a shuttle. We retuned the flight path of the shuttle and it touched down on Dantana. We sent Peter to Dantana, placed him in the position of power her needed. Twenty years after he arrived the very slow shuttle that Eve was in touched down. He used a simple propaganda program to reprogram her mind to fit the parameters we needed. Then the creature known as The Target was let lose, a killing machine in human form├óÔé¼┬Ø

├óÔé¼┼ôThen something happened that we didn't expect occurred. A new personality, a delusion if you will, surfaced. It was an innocent, kindly woman named Eve. We thought we had obliterated it decades ago. A few years from her stand point, but still decades ago for us. So rather then letting lose a bull in the china shop, we let lose a split personality. It wasn't what we wanted. So we decided to add a touch of uncertainty to the pot. We guided a asteroid of S-02 onto Dantana's neighbor. It worked far faster then we expected, thanks to the hostile environment. It worked so well we had to reroute the Hannibal, rather then send the ship we wanted├óÔé¼┬Ø

├óÔé¼┼ôAfter the Hannibal arrived we ran into a slight problem. We realized that the Hannibal would be too good. Our statistical computers said that they would just drop a nuke on Eve, killing her outright. So we changed their orders slightly. Then everything went according to plan. Then Peter died. This wasn't unexpected, but unfortunate. Eve still needs to be guided to her evolution to...Stage Four. Once that occurs then everything will change. Everything. So├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide closed her brief case. She hadn't taken a breath through out this entire monologue ├óÔé¼┼ôI would like the girl. Now├óÔé¼┬Ø.

[CompWiz]

i think something bad is going to happen

[Zoombie]

Let me tell you something.

In every single episode SOMETHING bad is going to happen. Something bag is going to happen now, something bag is going to happen latter and something bad is going to happen at the end.

You know...just as a pick me up.

[CompWiz]

i always forget you like making bad things happen...

[Zoombie]

Thats because I am not a well person.

[Day]

prolly cuz we took his gun n hat

[Guessmyname]

Now we shall take his sunglasses!

[Zoombie]

Bah!

[Zoombie]

Now you shalt read!




├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said. Her voice was deadly, and her expression deadlier. Mike had seen her mad before. He had never seen her murderous. This wasn't the fury that fades with time. This wasn't the anger that can be forgiven. This was the same kind of rage that drove people to calculated, cold revenge. It was the kind of dish best served cold. That was what Mike remembered his father calling it. Cyanide was not going to leave this planet alive, that much he was positive of.

├óÔé¼┼ôWhy not?├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy do you fight for her. Haven't you realized that your Eve, the daughter you loved is long dead. All that is left is what was made of her, what we made her. She became the perfect, deadly killing machine. Unburdened by conscience. Unconcerned with self preservations and completely willing to kill anyone, kill anything to get what she wants├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide's face was flush, her mouth split in a wide grin. Lizzy pulled out her pistol and aimed it at Cyanide's face. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou must have noticed that, even when she was none homicidal, that she's got plenty of psychological problems├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Lizzy shot her in the head. Cyanide's head snapped backwards. Amazingly, she still stood, her feet planted to the ground. Then, more amazingly then that, Cyanide's head slowly lolled forward. Her hair was matted with blood, a huge hole in her forehead bleeding all over her face. Blood dribbled down her chin, down her nose. There was a dent that would have killed a human in her forehead. She shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôYou don't even have armor pricing bullets├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd you expect a single bullet to get through my head├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou're a fucking brain core├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy muttered. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats right├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow else would I have gotten here so quick? They built me this new body on their ship, then they downloaded my mind, my memory's and my personality into the computerized brain inside this body. Even so, I am expendable. You can kill me and my superiors will send someone else. And someone after that. And someone after that├óÔé¼┬Ø. She dropped her briefcase. It opened with a snap and a gun on a spring loaded trigger shot out into Cyanides hand. She brought it up in a flash, her arm blurring as it moved so quickly. Then she fired. Helena grunted, falling backwards. A red stain spread over her chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôHelena!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe'll live├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôNext bullet goes through your throat├óÔé¼┬Ø She aimed at Tipp.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou got her lung├óÔé¼┬Ø Tipp said, standing up. She started to advance on Cyanide ├óÔé¼┼ôwe don't HAVE med tech on this planet├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen give me Eve├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I get your lover to orbit├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tipp took another step forward, reaching for her gun. Then blood exploded under her throat and she fell forward, gagging. A large hole had been blown through her throat. Mike felt cold. He wanted to reach out, pull out his gun. But Cyanide had everyone covered. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't care if I execute every last one of you├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said ├óÔé¼┼ôAs long as I get my target├óÔé¼┬Ø.

├óÔé¼┼ôYou bitch!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge growled. Not much he could do, other then growl. Cyanide knew this and didn't even acknowledge it. She aimed at Lizzy ├óÔé¼┼ôdrop the gun, and give me Eve├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Lizzy's face still held the same fury that it had before. Mike's eyes darted to Tipp. Her bleeding had stopped, or at least slowed. ├óÔé¼┼ôLizzy!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôTipp is dying!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Lizzy's gun stayed aiming at Cyanide. ├óÔé¼┼ôHelena is dying! Tipp is dying!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike shouted. He grabbed the gun arm of Lizzy and jerked it down. The gun discharged into the ground. Lizzy stared at Mike, her eyes only slightly less angry as he looked at her. Cyanide smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôI will get your friend Helena into orbit├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, pulling out a small radio from her brief case.

├óÔé¼┼ôWhat about Tipp!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's dead├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide said, turning on the radio. Mike knelt down and pressed his fingers into Tipp's wrist, feeling for a pulse. She was dead. ├óÔé¼┼ôTipp├óÔé¼┬Ø Helena groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôTipp...├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mike felt cold. Tipp had...Tipp had. Tipp had been a lot of things. She had been funny, exuberant. Now she was dead. The universe suddenly felt very cold and pointless to Mike. Cyanide snapped her radio shut and looked at them. She whipped blood of her face, smearing the red all over her face. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is the target?├óÔé¼┬Ø.

Eve felt the death. ├óÔé¼┼ôHave you done having your little cry?├óÔé¼┬Ø The voice of the Other in her mind was mocking. ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't let you do anything again├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve repeated. She had been repeating it again and again and again, every second. ├óÔé¼┼ôThat woman killed your friend├óÔé¼┬Ø The other said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd you're not going to do a thing about it. You're just going to sit here and wallow in self pity. You make me sick├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eve hurt. All she could see was what SHE had done to people around her. Stevenson's head flying off. Sarge's arm. Helena's hand. July...those D.G. The people before Mike's team had arrived. Innocents who didn't deserve death.

She didn't deserve life. But she was alive, and they were dead. ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't let anyone else die. Not because of me├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut someone has just died. Because of you├óÔé¼┬Ø The Other said snidely, throwing Eve's logic back at her. Eve was silent. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou could have saved her├óÔé¼┬Ø The Other said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou can save the one who is dying. You can heal the one who is mute. You could be a God!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eve ignored this rhetoric. But the Other was making some valid points. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust let me rend this one woman apart. Let me make an example of her to the others├óÔé¼┬Ø The Other said.

Eve felt a tear run down her nose ├óÔé¼┼ôWill they ever leave me alone?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Other said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I'm here for you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eve barely remembered that a moment ago the Other had said Eve made her sick. She wanted to hear what the Other said. She took onto the slender thread of hope. ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said. She gave herself to the Other. She was falling away, like last time. The Other felt her body through and through, reveling at the new controll. Cyanide walked into the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou won't believe the trouble├óÔé¼┬Ø she said.

Then Eve's eyes snapped open. The Other fell back. ├óÔé¼┼ôLet...me├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said to the Other. The Other fell back, cowed by her feelings. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat did you say?├óÔé¼┬Ø Cyanide asked, looking at Eve. Eve felt a fury rising. She knew who was dead and who was dying. Tipp. Tipp had always been friendly, always nice, always funny, always loving. Eve's face split in a vicious grin and she leaped out of bed, the covers flying away from her. Cyanide tried to bring her gun to bear, but Eve was already slamming her arm around her neck.

Cyanide was pressed against the wall. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou killed my friend├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said, her voice low ├óÔé¼┼ôYou hurt my mother, and your men killed my father. You've brought me nothing but misery├óÔé¼┬Ø. Despite her brave words before, Cyanide whimpered ├óÔé¼┼ôB-B-But├óÔé¼┬Ø She gibbered. Eve slid her up the wall and brought her other arm up to the side. Then a blade snapped out of it, hinged on a joint on her wrist. Eve grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôNow to return the favor├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Then she slowly slid her blade into Cyanides stomach. The other woman gritted her teeth, trying to bear it as well as she could. A trickle of blood ran out of the corner of her mouth.

Eve brought her blade out and felt warm blood splash her chest and loins. It felt good. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them dry. Then she felt around inside Cyanide with her mind, invisible hands reaching to the hole that her blade had made. Then she tore outwards. Slowly. Blood splashed on her face as Cyanide broke, screaming at the top of her lungs. Then she didn't have lungs. Then her shoulders, neck and head slid down the wall. The neck had been squeezed into an odd shape, finger prints burned into it by Eve's grip. The rest of the body had been shredded by Eve's mind, a slurry of red meats and silvery implants.

Eve threw her head back and laughed. It had felt far far better then she could have imagined. So this is what The Other craved. But to Eve it felt even better. What could be better then your enemy's entrails and blood splashed on your body, making your cloth's cling to you. There was a gagging sound and Eve looked to the stairs. Mike, Lizzy, Sarge and Mankowski were looking at her, each frozen in shock. Eve licked her lips. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...god├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike gasped. Lizzy seemed speechless. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve suddenly felt unembarrassed by their reaction ├óÔé¼┼ôI killed...her├óÔé¼┬Ø.

The other stared. Eve felt like they were X-raying her, probing her like a panel of inquisitors. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop looking at me├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered. Their accusing eyes stared back at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôSTOP LOOKING AT ME!├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve screamed. She ran. The wall was in the way, but she just blasted through it. Then she was outside, running. And, to her dismay, it was raining.

├óÔé¼┼ôGod├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said again. He was starring at the stair well, where that suit was laying in more pieces then he could easily count. ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't believe it├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't believe that...that my little girl could...├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt wasn't your little girl├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's got that psycho programming that suit was talking about├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI heard Eve in that. I did. She was my little girl├óÔé¼┬Ø. Lizzy seemed to be in a state of shock. Helena had been bandaged, her wound dressed. Cyanide had sent out a message, but unfortunately they didn't know if help was still coming. Mankowski had found a first aide kit in the shuttle, so Helena would live for a while more.

Tipp was bruised outside, in the muddy ground. It hurt to think about that. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe've got to find her├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe've got to help her├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski pointed out. They were all silent after that. The rain hammered down harder. The words plenty of psychological problems kept floating to Lizzy's mind. Could Eve ever be...be anything more then a science experiment? It hurt to think about that as well. Lizzy got up ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going out├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. She walked to the door and opened it. The rain started to patter her, drenching her cloths. Then she took a step out into the rain, closing the door behind her.

Eve felt the cold secondhand. It was the best term she could come up with her mind in the state it was. Word's, frames in a movie, sound clips repeated again and again in her mind, trying to make sense of it all. She staggered against a brick wall. It was pretty much the only thing of this building that was left standing. She ran her hand along the wall, feeling the rain, the brick, the wind, her cloths. If she vanished in an instant, would any of these things really care. Could any of them care? If she could care, then why did everything feel gray.

She took another step and felt an odd tugging on her foot. A shard of broken glass was jammed through her foot. Eve bent her foot back and bent over, jerking the shard out. The hole closed with a wet snap, forcing some rain water out of it. No blood. Eve dropped the glass shard on the ground and started to walk again. Her feet pressed into the mud, leaving deep marks. Eve wondered how long those would last. Then she felt a flickering of electrical power. It was a mind, a electronic mind. It was her mother.

Eve looked over her shoulder in the rain, trying to see her mother. She heard a voice. Or was it? It could have been the wind tearing past her ears, an overactive imagination forming them into something resembling words. Then she did hear the word ├óÔé¼┼ôEve├óÔé¼┬Ø over the wind. Her mother was calling. ├óÔé¼┼ôEVE!├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy shouted, taking another step forward. Then she heard someone running up behind her. ├óÔé¼┼ôLizzy!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you doing!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet the fuck off me├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy snarled ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm getting my daughter├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe...she├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said, tripping over what he wanted to say.

Then his head shot up, eyes staring into the gray sheet that the rain created. A figure was congealing out of the rain, a teenager shaped figure. Eve stepped out of the rain, her hair slicked down in front of her face, cloth's torn and matted to her body. Lizzy took a step forward, but Mike grabbed her ├óÔé¼┼ôStay back├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôN-no, what are you doing├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said, kicking him in the shin, and he let her go. She ran forward. Eve stood, non responsive. Lizzy stood a arms length from Eve ├óÔé¼┼ôhey├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Not knowing what to say next, she just said ├óÔé¼┼ôHey├óÔé¼┬Ø again.

Then she grabbed Eve and hugged her. Mike watched, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was sure something bad was going to happen. ├óÔé¼┼ôI├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't talk. Just come home├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm...sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve gasped. Lizzy closed her eyes and pressed her face into Eve's hair. They ignored the rain as it came down harder still. Lizzy pulled away and looked at Eve ├óÔé¼┼ôLet's go home├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said, shaking her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't├óÔé¼┬Ø. Lizzy opened her mouth to say something, but Eve shook herself out of Lizzy's arms ├óÔé¼┼ôIf I stay...I'll hurt you, and I don't...want to hurt. I don't want to...├óÔé¼┬Ø she trailed off into incoherent mumblings.

├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said ├óÔé¼┼ôNo one will hurt you├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...I will hurt...├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said, shaking her head. Lizzy wondered what had happened to her daughter. She had a few moments were she had been happy, normal in the past few days. Now she was a wreck. ├óÔé¼┼ôEve├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy said, looking her in the eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy programming is...not...not├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said. ├óÔé¼┼ôProgramming?├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt's...crashes...├óÔé¼┬Ø Eve said, her eyes dancing from one thing to the next.

Sarge was looking through the contains of the suit's briefcase. It had the spring loaded gun case, a lot of papers and some data slates. But the oddest thing was a spherical orb. It was black and featureless, with nothing but three knobs on the side. ├óÔé¼┼ôwhat the fuck is this?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge muttered, trying to examine the thing with only one arm. ├óÔé¼┼ôFucked if I know├óÔé¼┬Ø Mankowski said. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge said, setting the orb down. He turned the single knob on the side that wasn't set to the first position. The orb hummed slightly, then stopped all motion. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the hell?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sarge muttered. Then the sphere clicked once.

Eve clapped her hands to the sides of her head and screamed. It was an inhuman wail, higher then a real human could do. Then it cut off and she collapsed forward into the mud. Lizzy knelt down, and Mike ran to them. Lizzy shook Eve's shoulders ├óÔé¼┼ôEve!├óÔé¼┬Ø she hissed. ├óÔé¼┼ôEve!├óÔé¼┬Ø she shook her again. ├óÔé¼┼ôEve!├óÔé¼┬Ø Lizzy put her fingers against Eve's neck, feeling for a pulse. Then she remembered that Eve didn't have a pulse. Or did she? Lizzy couldn't remember. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get her back├óÔé¼┬Ø Mike said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll carry her├óÔé¼┬ØLizzy said, picking Eve up. Then they walked back to parliament. The rain poured down harder still.

[Zoombie]

Damn damn damn there are a lot of Spam Threads in the Off Topic Forum...


This is one of them

Oh right, this episode has it all. Dentures! Locks! Mandatory Suicides and MORE!!!!

[CompWiz]

what the heck is that orb?

[Guessmyname]

Some sort of S0-2 torture device...

[Kixxe]

You mean "programming" device?

Punishment and reward system to brainwash alredy deadly race of shapeshifting pshysics...


Might explain why Eve is so fucking crazy.

[Guessmyname]

It's certainly ment to control her

[Kixxe]

Remote controlled killing machine!

[Zoombie]

Might explain why Eve is so fucking crazy.

I have to say that is the second to the best way of describing Eve's mental state. Also I thought it was very clear what the orb was. It's a Screamer. Heavily modified, and much bigger then normal. Why? You'll have to read and FIIIIND OUT!

Also why would someone go hundreds of light years to retrieve a single person, you'd better bring a way to...well...retrieve the person. Not doing so would be like...asking someone to paint a painting then cutting their hands off at the wrists

[Day]

Why? You'll have to read and FIIIIND OUT!

give us something to read then!