Venin
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Post by Venin on May 27, 2013 0:00:19 GMT -8
*As the trooper approached cell, Toxoid, who had heard him coming from down the hall way, glanced over to him and put on an innocent grin, which looked far more sinister then innocent. Holding up three clawed fingers, he said.*
"Scouts honor officer."
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 27, 2013 17:40:13 GMT -8
Fucking blue bears.
The Xeonon clone had heard that same promise when the giant mass of muscle and uglyness had been incarcerated. The man who had been foolish enough to believe him; well the only thing left was his left pinky. Since then no one really got to close to him including this fellow. Feeling any better today? Still talking to ourselves?
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Venin
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Post by Venin on May 28, 2013 8:18:46 GMT -8
*A wounded look came over Toxoid's face, recognizable through the skin tight half mask that covered a majority of his head.*
"You hurt us officer. Of course we never talk to ourselves."
"There are simply two of us stuck in here..."
*A chuckle from two different voices came through the one being sitting in the cell.*
"So, can we has our cake now? Or are you going to interrogate us much longer?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 28, 2013 17:57:10 GMT -8
Yes yes thats what I forgot to put in the other post before the bears decided to eat it all up.
Wiping the cake on his chest the Xeonon clone chucked it towards the muscle head in the cell. I guess you can have some of the cake Tox. Leaning against the wall on the far side of the hall he kept the give pointed at the monster in front of him. Part of him knew that the gun would be less than useless against him but hey its nice to think you have a little protection between you and your would be eater. Clearing his throat he spoke with a normal voice, the voice of a man underneath the mask; Xeonons voice. Gotta ask whats it like on the other side of these bars?
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Milo Hunt
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Post by Milo Hunt on May 29, 2013 5:43:34 GMT -8
*Milo wanted out of this place and could almost smell the freedom*
"I cant remember why i was put in here but its time for me to leave. Can i use a com system so i can get a ride out of here?"
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Post by Venin on May 29, 2013 16:48:38 GMT -8
*Toxoid watched, almost in slow motion, as the glob of frosting and cake soared towards him. A sinister grin grew as he quickly rose a large hand in front of his face and felt the cake splatter against his palm. Rotating his wrist, Tox licked the cake off his palm in one smooth, gooey slurp. Chuckling as he winked at the guard who threw the cake, he responded to the other saying.*
"It's dull. Maddeningly so. We gotta find ways to keep ourselfs...occupied. Otherwise, we would go crazy in here."
*Toxoid started laughing, understanding that he very well was already pretty far gone. Looking to the guard enjoying his cake, he held up two fingers and said.*
"Officer, make that a double please. There are two of us in here after all."
"How considerate of you Tox."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 30, 2013 12:04:13 GMT -8
The clone in the room with Milo just rolled his eyes. No one wanted to stay and party with him? He could understand this guy, he was tortured and subjected to shit people could only dream of but really dude. Cake cant make you stay? Fine fuck you and the horse you came in on. Yeah fine right this way Hunt. Leading the man down the halls again he eventually led them to the open area where prisoners were to be picked up. Looking around it was dirty because few if anyone ever got picked up. Tossing a com to the man he nodded. Call away.
Meanwhile at the legion of doom... wait wrong thing. Meanwhile back with the Venom rip off the other gaurd rolled his eyes under the helmet. Getting another piece he chucked it at the creature, mostly out of fear. Anyone or anything in such a security cell was someone you didnt want to piss off. Dont say I didnt do anything for you and please dont eat me.
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Milo Hunt
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Post by Milo Hunt on May 30, 2013 12:16:29 GMT -8
*Milo follows the trooper into the dirty room and grabs the Com as its tossed to him.*
"Been emotional.....but the party is over. I hope we never meet again."
*Milo looks at the Com and taps in a random changing code which would not be traced, and calls his "Friends", if you could call them that. Once the com was sent he just had to wait.*
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Venin
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Post by Venin on May 30, 2013 12:59:54 GMT -8
*Watching the cake fly, Toxoid opened his mouth wide, wide enough to fit a human head, and snapped the flying ball of cakie-goodness out of the air.Grinning, Tox nodded to the guard and said.*
"We won't, good sir. And for that, we shall kill you first."
"It's so that you don't have to sit around waiting to die. It's actually quite generous coming from him."
*Toxoid chuckled slowly as he stood, walked to the cell door, wrapped his his hands around the bars and, sparks flying from the electrical current coursing through/around them, ripped the door from its holding and threw it against the wall. Stooping his head to get through the door way, Toxoid rubbed his hands together, watching as the electrical burns quickly began to fade. Looking up to the guard, Toxoid slowly licked the fronts of his teeth and said.*
"You want to die slow, or quick?"
"I'm pretty sure he wants it quick Tox."
"Just thought we'd offer."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 2, 2013 18:32:15 GMT -8
Shrinking beneath the monster before him the smell of shit could be inhaled despite the fact that it was sealed by his armour. Despite all his training it was hard for people to not be afraid and when someone is told they will be eaten alive well thats pants shitting terror. Do me a favour, tell me wife... I love her. He doubted it would happen but he couldnt say he didnt try.
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Post by Venin on Jun 4, 2013 11:51:36 GMT -8
*Toxoid stopped mid-step.*
"Wait...are you serious?"
"Awe...come on! We can eat you now! You've taken all the fun from it!"
*Toxoid then rose his right hand and back handed the trooper across the helmet at about half strength, still enough to send him into a nearby wall and probably knock him out, but that didn't matter. Toxoid then continued on into the cake room and began devouring what remained of the cake since its owner wasn't around to finish it himself.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 5, 2013 6:35:44 GMT -8
Hitting the wall with a muffled thud the trooper fell to the ground his helmet split in half. As the weird alien ate the cake that was left behind by that ungrateful git the security system began to kick on. Every prison cell was blasted with enough electricity to knock a wampa out to stop a prison riot. Everywhere loud noises at ever changing intervals began to blare and strobe lights came on so as to affect everyones vision who was not protected by the helmets and stuff. Around the security guards necks were little necklaces that gave off a specific signal that stopped the Z-6 rotary canons from targeting them and murdering the shit out of em.
To bad for them the room that the cake was in did not have such a gun but outside on either end of the hall did. They all rushed towards the empty cell with two type of weapons. Stun blasters and big ole incendiary shotguns.
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Venin
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Post by Venin on Jun 5, 2013 11:16:32 GMT -8
*As Toxoid shoveled the last of the cake into his gullet, the security alarms blared. Wrapping his tongue around each finger as the guards rushed in, Toxoid rose from his seat and looked at them. He remained surprisingly silent as he acted, extending his muscle mass arms out to grab two troopers carrying incendiary. Wrapping his tendril like fingers around their entire bodies, Toxoid picked them up and clapped them together, hoping to smash not only to the two troopers together, but knock aside any troopers standing between them as well.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 7, 2013 14:55:50 GMT -8
As the arms of gross gooey muscle sprang forth the troopers fired more out of fear than knowing that they will hurt the menace in front of him. Thats when the fire line staggered, the two troops with shotguns were slammed together before bringing down a few others. One of their weapons going off shooting one of the men breaking through the plastoid.
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Post by Venin on Jun 20, 2013 22:03:36 GMT -8
*As Toxoid smashed the two troopers into several other troopers, Venin, hovering in the place between unconsciousness and consciousness, where the second of a single mind watches helpless as to what the other mind does what it wants. As blaster round after blaster round pierced his muscular hide, Venin felt Toxoid's strength waning, not at a particularly fast rate mind you, but he was weakening all the same. That is when Venin struck for control, stomping out Toxoid's thoughts and desires long enough for himself to assume control.*
*To the troopers shooting, Toxoid had grabbed one of the shotguns, noting its effectiveness against their armor, and was about to shoot one of the guards in the face point blank when the giant alien monster suddenly collapsed and began shrinking back to his "normal" size, that which the guards had never actually witnessed before since Toxoid's incarceration here.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 21, 2013 16:05:04 GMT -8
As they stood there fighting and dying, mainly dying those few guards who were still there fighting suddenly stopped shooting. They still had their shotguns and rifles trained on the wriggling mass of flesh they did not know what to do. The turrets still had no qualms with shooting specifically the one that was just to the left. As it continued to rain electric death on the undying beast it to stopped but not by choice, it had gotten to hot to fire. AN amazing feat in a time like this, and so for a few seconds things were silent, then almost as one the troops shot out with a stun gun.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 3, 2014 17:23:49 GMT -8
Two things bothered Erebus about this man. First the cough, although the doctor had said it was normal and he was just coughing up dreid mucusy blood it was still unsettling. He was sick it was obvious by the haggard look, and the medication percribed would only do so much. The second was what Fel had said about destiny and control. They were standing in front of a service elevator that would take them down into the base of the towering citadel. Below ground level no light could be seen until you were allowed it. Standing there for the first time in a few minutes he spoke. You say I have no control, why can I do this. Motioning with his hands the solider accompanying him broke away back to the barracks. Although none voiced it they were glad. The holding cells gave many the creeps.
I am now on my own, with you. If I wanted I could pull this trigger and end you and me in the process. Save us both some pain but I don't, no people like me. The common ones we have more say than most because we are strong together and make change happen either with this Motioning with his gun or with words. With a ding the elevator arrived and Erebus wondered where that had come from. He wasn't one for speeches and that was the beginning of one. Perhaps he had heard it from somewhere but something told him it came from deep within. Now that they were alone on the elevator he asked. Why did you want your stuff back there? Haven't you heard, orange is all the rave where you are going.
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Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Feb 16, 2014 9:31:13 GMT -8
The walk had done Fel some good. He felt he could really take a breath. Deeper than he had been able to in weeks... or maybe that was all in his mind. Strange how some memories sped up, while others lagged behind, stubborn, as he became more and more aware of his own mortality. As the end drew closer. The blasto might give him three months, or a few years... no way to know for sure without a proper mediscan. As the trooper motioned for the detachment to leave, Fel watched them go, drinking in any change, any visual stimulus, before there was nothing new to look at besides the four walls he was about to spend time in. How long, he wasn't entirely sure yet. But odds were either a very short time, or a very long time.
Turning to Erebus as the elevator door closed, he replied matter-of-factly That's not a twist of fate, that's rank. They'd just as soon shoot me as leave, were you to give them say-so.
A silence descended, as the levels ticked by, and after several moments the lift came to rest, doors opening onto a long hallway, door after door after door of cells disappearing into the distance. They cleared the guard post, and once Fel was signed in and given his standard-issue coverall, they began to walk once more.
I am now on my own, with you. If I wanted I could pull this trigger and end you and me in the process. Save us both some pain but I don't, no people like me. The common ones we have more say than most because we are strong together and make change happen either with this motioning with his gun or with words.
Fel nodded solemnly. JV-34, JV-35, JV-36... I used to believe that, too. That we were strong in numbers. I led a squadron that believed in me and in themselves in the same way. Hell, I led a full wing that would have followed me into hell's mouth itself, so strong was their belief. But that all goes. They take all of that away. JX-44, JX-45, JX-46... And that? insinuating the gun at Erebus' side You wouldn't use that. Because you have orders. And because you're a good soldier. And because someone with a higher rank wants me to rot in this cell awhile. JY-22, JY-23... they slowed. JY-24. Fel glanced back down the hallway, interminable in its length. Looked up at the placard stating the room's designation. JY-24. Is this me? He nods. The jacket. You asked about the jacket. It's nothing, really. Just something I've had a long time. Meant something to me, once. Now, it's just another bit of memory. Thanks for the company.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 20, 2014 7:15:55 GMT -8
Erebus was almost disappointed. Here in front of him was a living legend, someone people still talked about. Someone people aspire to be. Except here was a defeated man, someone real who had accepted defeat and despite not being in the navy it hurt the Xeonon clone. I guess everyone is less impressive in person. If it's any conciliation this cell once belonged to a Gen'Dai and he got out... He let the statement hang, it was apparent by the face he was making he felt sorry for Fel. Motioning for him to step back Erebus walked over to a console and pressed a button.
Since the breakout of Venin the cells had been upgraded to include particle shields in addition to their electric walls. Then the solider did something unexpected. Raising his right arm he saluted Fel the matte black cybernetic fingers in stark contrast to his skin. Good luck Fel something tells me you are going to need it.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Feb 24, 2014 14:28:17 GMT -8
Galdaart could see the disappointment etched in the young man's face. He didn't mind. It wouldn't have been the first time he had been a disappointment to those around him. He was a disappointment to his crew. He had barely kept food on the table, credits in their pockets, and fuel in the tanks, and more recently, had seen the deaths of two of their ranks firsthand, and lost one more. He had allowed his partner to die, in perhaps the worst way a droid can die. Going further back, he had allowed -- through action or inaction -- people under his protection to die. He had killed bounties wanted alive. He had lied, cheated and stolen just about all there was to lie about, cheat on and steal.
He had been a poor Bounty Hunter. He wasn't a great smuggler. Had tried - and failed - as a lawman. He had made an awful gang member. He was no businessman. And he had been a terrible Imperial officer. Four demotions, insubordination, suspensions... and then there was Dantooine. After the dust had settled, it was treason. Hell, the only thing he could say with any certainty that he was good at was piloting.
The disappointment of one more soldier was an acceptable outcome in a lifetime spent falling from one disaster to the next.
Fel returned the salute crisply.
Thanks, soldier. See you 'round.
He turned, and stepped into the 4'X10' cell, closing his eyes to the world around him.
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