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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:58:26 GMT -8
Serenno's terrain consisted primarily of rainforests, misty rivers, savannas, mountains, and oceans.
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Post by Countess Calum Netubi on May 6, 2013 9:04:41 GMT -8
"Twya, if you could get the officals on the line as soon as you can, to talk about the new orphanage plan." her admator that she had place by her side from Calab search was proving to be very good fit for her but also for her also. After all that happen last few months. It seem that there was finally some peace for once in her life. Only thing would make it better for the return of her lover. It wasn't as if she didn't want to tell Dred about the very life that was now growing inside of her. It seem everything went south after the under covering of Mewton plot being behind her father untimely death. Along with making a move to take over the Netubi taking them out of power, to give a lesser house one that he was in control. Having a lot to think of still having the other duty to see to. Having already put in a long enough day.
Lifting her eyes up from the data pad to the door, after hearing it knock as one of her servants brought in her next meal. It had since found out that why she had been so sick, but also that she had to eat every few hours watch her blood sugar making sure it didn't go to low. Knowing this would soon past just not soon enough, knowing that with each day she grew bigger in her mid section. Taking her one hand as she put her hand upon as felt the life with in give a good kick. Wondering if she would be born before Dred would return. Wanting the time to be prefect to tell him the news, only didn't happen. It seem that he was gone the next day. Having plan that next day to tell him, the good news only to found out from her now mix royal guard of hers ellet and Death Watch. That now mix for her guards, in the city it took the people a while to get use to it. Now the people have came to like this present. As most of the business was now booming with extra personal to supplies good and serves to.
Taking her meal with her to the open sun porch that was off her study. Sitting down to have her face be warm by the glow, of the afternoon sun. It would be another beautiful sun set. Picking up her drink putting it to her soft lips, her eyes looking up at the sky. " Where every you are Dred, stay safe come home to me."
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 17, 2013 18:01:54 GMT -8
*The Cutlass lands on Death Watch territory after entering the gravity well of Serenno. It takes a few moments for the helmsman to find the entry point even after Dred told him a dozen times that it would be hidden in the cliffs. This entrance hidden in the cliff was none other than Count Dooku's safe house. A bunker hidden in the ground basin of the mountains just under a waterfall. The Cutlass could use a good bath after all the dastradly no-good deeds of the salty and ruthless scallywags that were known as the Bloodrage Pirates. Notoriety followed them everywhere and no doubt, those in charge would make sure this news was known to all nobility throughout the planet. Dred's Three Captains wait outside. Caedmon, Joachim, and Goran. Each wore Black bes'kar, just like their Overlord. Dred Vizsla. Exchange Enforcer,Notorious pirate and soon to be a paragon of genetic perfection. Dr. Kevorkian Or'dinii wlaks slowly out to greet Dred with good news all around. It had been a while since he had been back.*
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Post by Countess Calum Netubi on Aug 18, 2013 16:13:28 GMT -8
Rose knowing that her lady Countess Calum wouldn't call her way from her sanctuary unless knowing it was something very important. It wasn't until she got to the estates that seeing her. Coming to not judge on the physical appearance of Countess. Taking to heart where had to go to carry the message. Knowing that she done it many months past but was sent way with out a response. This time hoping that the news that her lady had been place in hand was true. For the sake for what would be coming in a few months. It only then came to her just what fear she would have to face. Knowing all her time spend out alone that really knew hadn't been alone. It was the hair on her neck that sometime felt but nothing else.
Not changing her appearance for this trip, other then putting off the furs as it was still had a chill in the air. Putting on a simple flowing cape. It would also be her boot that seem to be of a home made with fur of some wild creature that ran wild out in the forest. having nothing other then what she carried in her hand, with the Netubi going down the some beaten path that would lend into the heart of Death Watch. In most cases would make ones face got white for her she had not fear in shone in her eyes. Getting closer to the place she was seeking out, putting her hood down as to let it been know her present. It seem that could been something of beauty but to her she only saw what other didn't.
Speaking a few words only to thing that hadn't gotten use to was the armor that would hide their faces. Knowing from a distance to some she had some characteristics of the countess would their should be for being distance cousin to her family. To most that would mean that could have power and wealth that was one thing she seem to not want, to be left along. Only those that she had choose worthy or had done their home work would know of her past life why she like the solitude.
Greetings from Countess Netubi, I come carrying a message from milady.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 18, 2013 19:49:22 GMT -8
*Dred and company disembark from the Cutlass. A loud OYA KRY'TSAD roars in the hangar and his captains places their fists on their chests as a salute. Dred returns it and greets them individually. They give their reports and Dred nods at them to continue to do what they were doing, Once diesmissed the Old Mandalorian Doctor walks up to Dred gingerly. He is a frail old man of 80 barely standing at 5'5". His cane and metallic leg tapping in unison, making an echo throughout the hangar. They greet each as warmly as Mando's usually do. Which is usually a terse nod at best.*
"Dr. Kevorkian Or'dinii, I'd like you to meet some like minded individuals that can help with your research. Demagolka, Dr. Kodaly this is Dr. Or'dinii. A fellow Geneticist/Virologist. He's been theorizing about reversing midi-chlorians."
=Dr. Or'dinii=
"Pleased to meet you both. Dred, I have good news. The retro-virus has been perfected. The results have been outstanding. We're just going to need a few things from your DNA to make this work. If you would follow me."
*Dred gesture to Major and Gukky to follow the Old Doctor. Meanwhile one of the sentries gets a message from Rose and puts a message through that the Countess wishes to see Dred right away. The sentry gets the message and relays it back to Rose.*
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"Young miss the Overlord will meet with the lady at her Log cabin estate near the territory. Just like they always do. Tell your lady to meet him there very soon as he can't wait to see her again."
*Once the sentry knows that the message is delivered he goes back to being a henchman. Meanwhile after several minutes following behind the frail old man, Dred and company arrive at the lab. Dr' Or'dinii gesture for Dred to have a seat. He makes him take off parts of his armor to takes the three samples.*
=Dr. Or'dinii=
"I'm going to need three samples. One will be from your blood, which won't be painful at all."
He draws Dred's blood as he says it.
"The next two won't be as easy. One will be from your nervous system and the other from your bone marrow which we'll need to drill out. Once we have these then the real work can begin. One of your colleagues can work on the Bone marrow to generate the ability to increase durability and stamina, while the other works with the nervous system to generate a quicker response with the bone marrow resistances."
*Once the blood tubes are filled the doctor sets them in a rack. He then pulls back the undersuit and takes along Dred's spine with a long needle that is used to give epidurals Once enough spinal fluid is taken he sets the sample over by the blood.*
"This next part is going to hurt. Even with the pain killers."
*With the first shot of pain killers injected the Doctor pulls out a drill tube and then begins to drill out bone marrow from Dred's hip. Three times. The first one was bad enough but the next part done three time makes him groan out loud. To make him groan out loud was something serious. Once done he puts all the sample into a cooler.*
"It will take time but the result will be worth it. Someone who is Force immune. Reflexes on par of a Jedi knight with the stamina to boot. Now the only question is which one of your colleagues is going to develop what?"
=Gukky=
"Dr. Or'dinii, If you would allow me the nervous system samples? I feel I would be best to work with that."
*The frail old doctor the walks gingerly over to a table and hands Gukky a datapad with the nervous system formulas. He does the same for Major with the bone marrow formulas.*
=Dr.Or'dinii=
"Then you have your work cut out for the both of you. This might be one of the best evolution's to take place in our time. If it doesn't kill you. As you can see from the readouts. Three dozen men lost their lives in the name of research. One of the many reasons I was disgraced. Some people lack vision. Their deaths serve a greater purpose."
*Once the pain subsides, Dred gets dressed up again. It takes him a moment but he gets used to it and moves a little faster. He did have to save face for letting out the groan from the bone marrow. After another shot, this time the feel good meds from Gukky he starts walking better.*
"Thank you doctors. If you'll excuse me, I have to go meet someone I haven't seen in Seven months."
*Dred then leaves the trio to work out what they needed to, whenever they felt like doing it. He makes his way to the Netubi log cabin mansion near Death Watch Territory to meet with Calum.*
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Post by Countess Calum Netubi on Aug 18, 2013 20:31:40 GMT -8
Giving this one a look. It had been her understanding she would met with Dred himself. At less knowing not to want go around with him. Keeping her eyes with out giving away anything.
As he wish.
Once putting some distance from the place she put her hood back over her. Making her way into the forest as if it was her only home. Coming to the place where she would send the message to the manor. Only after did she went back into her life of solitude. It had her own way of dealing with the past stop from hurting again. Having down her part for her Lady.
Once back to her place she let herself grab the her hunting gear. As she put on her other clothes. Only to take up a trail used by the creatures that would give her food.
Countess was up on her feet only to have herself brought down to sit before the journey that would be taken upon her like so many times. It was different as this time she would have a trusted servant with her. With her condition knowing couldn't go by herself.
The rest may have the rest of the afternoon and evening. With a wave of a hand they was out of her site. Only one left in the room was Lily giving her a cloak of with a dark royal green color. Handing her a walking stick just in case her feet would start to hurt when they stop, to walk the rest of the way. Hiding it way under the cloak as far as the house hold knew she was going on drive, to get some fresh air. Only ones that wouldn't speak a word but most of her royal guards now was DW mix with a few of her own loyal men that severed House of Netubi.
Bring the baskets. Lily making her way to the kitchen where the baskets of food and drinks waited for her. Making her way to the speeder where her miss awaited her. Taking off towards the hills only after some time did she double back upon another road that would lend them back into the mountain. Making there way on foot, knowing it wouldn't be easy for Countess to make. Getting there was all hope that they had reach the cabin before Dred. If they did would set up and get ready for seeing. Also, to send Lily away back to the speeder.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2013 23:32:59 GMT -8
The decision to take this job had not been an easy one for Forteo. At 73, he was old enough that he wouldn't lightly devote weeks or months of his time to any one cause, and this one was more worrying than most. While he was used to various bits of medical research that some might deem "unethical" or "illegal," this job didn't call for any of that, at least not from him. He had received a call from an acquaintance of his, a Mandalorian doctor he had met at a trade show a few years back. They had conversed at length about a great many things, including research that would have been enough to get them driven out of the convention center by a pitchfork and torch wielding mob. They had exchanged information and occasionally corresponded about various little snippets of research, trading advice and opinions.
But then, the Mandalorian doctor had presented Forteo with a job opportunity. He was working on a project involving the use of a retrovirus to somehow help a being acquire immunity against the Force. He was offering Forteo a position, not as a researcher (apparently there were a truly horrid pair of young scientists filling that role) but as the primary care physician for the test subject. The Mandalorian had lost several test subjects before, and had admitted that he was stymied. Forteo knew a thing or two about coaxing a fellow through the painful and dangerous process of surviving the sort of hell that the devilish little organisms could cause, having worked with them on many occasions, hence the offer.
It was tempting. Forteo was a licensed physician, though it had been many years since he had practiced openly. The pay had been excellent, but there was no telling how long the project would take, and the Mandalorian doctor had openly admitted that this was a rough crowd to be dealing with. Ultimately though, curiosity had gotten the better of him, so he had accepted and made his way to the lab.
As the well maintained but distinctly unmodified YT-2400 freighter settled down on its landing struts, the good doctor happily puttered around the cabin that served as his makeshift laboratory during his travels. Recently, he had acquired a rather nasty strain of weaponized smallpox that he had tested out on a batch of Kowakian Monkey-Lizards. They had survived for nearly a week, and had apparently been massively contagious right up until death. Fascinating results, no doubt. Whoever had engineered this strain had been one sick fellow. The bodies had been disposed of via the simple expedient of dumping them in deep space, the testing area sterilized with massive doses of radiation and chemically decontaminated, and the data compiled. All that was left now was to...
Oh! Right, the ship had landed. Forteo had hardly noticed. He grabbed his jacket and scarf, wrapped up, and headed outside.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 19, 2013 15:53:02 GMT -8
Giving this one a look. It had been her understanding she would met with Dred himself. At less knowing not to want go around with him. Keeping her eyes with out giving away anything. As he wish. Once putting some distance from the place she put her hood back over her. Making her way into the forest as if it was her only home. Coming to the place where she would send the message to the manor. Only after did she went back into her life of solitude. It had her own way of dealing with the past stop from hurting again. Having down her part for her Lady.
Once back to her place she let herself grab the her hunting gear. As she put on her other clothes. Only to take up a trail used by the creatures that would give her food. Countess was up on her feet only to have herself brought down to sit before the journey that would be taken upon her like so many times. It was different as this time she would have a trusted servant with her. With her condition knowing couldn't go by herself. The rest may have the rest of the afternoon and evening. With a wave of a hand they was out of her site. Only one left in the room was Lily giving her a cloak of with a dark royal green color. Handing her a walking stick just in case her feet would start to hurt when they stop, to walk the rest of the way. Hiding it way under the cloak as far as the house hold knew she was going on drive, to get some fresh air. Only ones that wouldn't speak a word but most of her royal guards now was DW mix with a few of her own loyal men that severed House of Netubi. Bring the baskets. Lily making her way to the kitchen where the baskets of food and drinks waited for her. Making her way to the speeder where her miss awaited her. Taking off towards the hills only after some time did she double back upon another road that would lend them back into the mountain. Making there way on foot, knowing it wouldn't be easy for Countess to make. Getting there was all hope that they had reach the cabin before Dred. If they did would set up and get ready for seeing. Also, to send Lily away back to the speeder. |
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 19, 2013 16:21:54 GMT -8
The decision to take this job had not been an easy one for Forteo. At 73, he was old enough that he wouldn't lightly devote weeks or months of his time to any one cause, and this one was more worrying than most. While he was used to various bits of medical research that some might deem "unethical" or "illegal," this job didn't call for any of that, at least not from him. He had received a call from an acquaintance of his, a Mandalorian doctor he had met at a trade show a few years back. They had conversed at length about a great many things, including research that would have been enough to get them driven out of the convention center by a pitchfork and torch wielding mob. They had exchanged information and occasionally corresponded about various little snippets of research, trading advice and opinions.
But then, the Mandalorian doctor had presented Forteo with a job opportunity. He was working on a project involving the use of a retrovirus to somehow help a being acquire immunity against the Force. He was offering Forteo a position, not as a researcher (apparently there were a truly horrid pair of young scientists filling that role) but as the primary care physician for the test subject. The Mandalorian had lost several test subjects before, and had admitted that he was stymied. Forteo knew a thing or two about coaxing a fellow through the painful and dangerous process of surviving the sort of hell that the devilish little organisms could cause, having worked with them on many occasions, hence the offer.
It was tempting. Forteo was a licensed physician, though it had been many years since he had practiced openly. The pay had been excellent, but there was no telling how long the project would take, and the Mandalorian doctor had openly admitted that this was a rough crowd to be dealing with. Ultimately though, curiosity had gotten the better of him, so he had accepted and made his way to the lab.As the well maintained but distinctly unmodified YT-2400 freighter settled down on its landing struts, the good doctor happily puttered around the cabin that served as his makeshift laboratory during his travels. Recently, he had acquired a rather nasty strain of weaponized smallpox that he had tested out on a batch of Kowakian Monkey-Lizards. They had survived for nearly a week, and had apparently been massively contagious right up until death. Fascinating results, no doubt. Whoever had engineered this strain had been one sick fellow. The bodies had been disposed of via the simple expedient of dumping them in deep space, the testing area sterilized with massive doses of radiation and chemically decontaminated, and the data compiled. All that was left now was to...
Oh! Right, the ship had landed. Forteo had hardly noticed. He grabbed his jacket and scarf, wrapped up, and headed outside.
=Dr. Kevorkian Or'dinii=
"Come my young doctor friends. I have an old colleague friend I'd like to introduce you two to that is very like minded. He doesn't bother with silly things like ethics to stop his curiosity. Much like yourselves. Come. He's just arrived."
*The old mando leads Gukky and Major towards the hangar. Slowly but surely. He was after all 80 and refused to be aided other than his cane. So he walks slowly as the echo of his cane taps coincide with the metallic clang of his foot as they finally make it to the hangar to see that Forteo is now just start to come down the ramp.* |
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Post by The Major on Aug 19, 2013 17:31:25 GMT -8
What is it with these old folks and their obsession with proving themselves through ethics? It was like they were little schoolgirls defining themselves by their sexuality or lack thereof. The Major was the most ethical person she knew: if she wanted it, it was good. That is what she was taught to believe since birth; it's written in her genetic sequence. Her time with the Eralam on the unsung Queen's homeworld had proven and reinforced this. Never dedicate yourself to science unless you believed in it, and its process. Through this thought process, one could do all they did and sleep soundly through the night —because in the end, without scientists and strong arms like the Major, there would have never been any of the advances or technology this universe so used to desperately survive. Necessity may have been the mother of invention, but ruthlessness was the steamy, hotshot father that filled it all with torturuos desire. And to a Fallanassi, desire was the only compass.
She saves her observations and quips for later, hopefully then they would sting more deeply. For now, following along and watching with a self contented smirk would do.
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Post by Countess Calum Netubi on Aug 20, 2013 22:48:52 GMT -8
Giving this one a look. It had been her understanding she would met with Dred himself. At less knowing not to want go around with him. Keeping her eyes with out giving away anything. As he wish. Once putting some distance from the place she put her hood back over her. Making her way into the forest as if it was her only home. Coming to the place where she would send the message to the manor. Only after did she went back into her life of solitude. It had her own way of dealing with the past stop from hurting again. Having down her part for her Lady.
Once back to her place she let herself grab the her hunting gear. As she put on her other clothes. Only to take up a trail used by the creatures that would give her food. Countess was up on her feet only to have herself brought down to sit before the journey that would be taken upon her like so many times. It was different as this time she would have a trusted servant with her. With her condition knowing couldn't go by herself. The rest may have the rest of the afternoon and evening. With a wave of a hand they was out of her site. Only one left in the room was Lily giving her a cloak of with a dark royal green color. Handing her a walking stick just in case her feet would start to hurt when they stop, to walk the rest of the way. Hiding it way under the cloak as far as the house hold knew she was going on drive, to get some fresh air. Only ones that wouldn't speak a word but most of her royal guards now was DW mix with a few of her own loyal men that severed House of Netubi. Bring the baskets. Lily making her way to the kitchen where the baskets of food and drinks waited for her. Making her way to the speeder where her miss awaited her. Taking off towards the hills only after some time did she double back upon another road that would lend them back into the mountain. Making there way on foot, knowing it wouldn't be easy for Countess to make. Getting there was all hope that they had reach the cabin before Dred. If they did would set up and get ready for seeing. Also, to send Lily away back to the speeder.
That what she did only to bring a small gasp upon her lips. Careful now, my sweet there a lot for us to talk about it. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 1:29:53 GMT -8
Forteo took one look at the Mandalorian's assistants and found himself struck with a powerful urge to get back on the ship and head for parts unknown. Arrogant kids, the both of them. Probably thought the pursuit of knowledge through science was just a means of procuring power. The tall female (and he used that term loosely) had a reputation in his world. A lot of the younger generation admired her in her fearless disregard for, well, everything. The older and wiser among the mad science community saw her as a two-bit hack. Word was, she had her own little twisted menagerie of homemade freaks tucked away, and she was adding more all the time. Things like reproducible results or sharing findings were beneath the selfish bitch. The other one was an unknown, but he'd be cut from the same cloth.
"Doc, if you tell me that those little shits are my assistants, I'm leaving. Now. I was under the impression that what you were doing here was science, not quackery."
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 22, 2013 10:07:20 GMT -8
It seem like only a few nights had passed she was out on one of her midnight hunts only way she could really clear her mind that caused her to think deeper on what every subject matter was upon her plate at that moment. It only took her a look in the distance knowing that one that had once saved her not only once. Folding her hands in each other placing them over her growing belly. Wearing her cloak as it was a bit on the chilly side still. It was a creps night, still was pleased to see that he had return home. Others in her house hold had doubted but those closest to her knew better. Even outside her circle there was still those that didn't know who the father to be. On her face she wore a peaceful smile upon her soft lips. Getting up from the swing on the pourch. Now walking toward him at a slow pace, knowing it would only be a few second before she would run into his arms.
That what she did only to bring a small gasp upon her lips. Careful now, my sweet there a lot for us to talk about it.
"Yaihadla cyar'ika?"
*He smiles big as he goes to hold her. He takes off his crushgaunts and places them in his buy'ce and walks to embrace her.* |
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 22, 2013 10:27:03 GMT -8
Forteo took one look at the Mandalorian's assistants and found himself struck with a powerful urge to get back on the ship and head for parts unknown. Arrogant kids, the both of them. Probably thought the pursuit of knowledge through science was just a means of procuring power. The tall female (and he used that term loosely) had a reputation in his world. A lot of the younger generation admired her in her fearless disregard for, well, everything. The older and wiser among the mad science community saw her as a two-bit hack. Word was, she had her own little twisted menagerie of homemade freaks tucked away, and she was adding more all the time. Things like reproducible results or sharing findings were beneath the selfish bitch. The other one was an unknown, but he'd be cut from the same cloth."Doc, if you tell me that those little shits are my assistants, I'm leaving. Now. I was under the impression that what you were doing here was science, not quackery."
=Dr. Or'dinii=
"Don't worry old friend. They are here to assist me and are friends with our subject. They are creating serums to speed up immunity reactions and durability. You are the primary care and emergency response physician. You will have little to no interaction with them as you will be administering the retro-virus and life saving counter-measures as needed when the procedure is underway. Alone. As you requested."
*Kevorkian smiles as he goes to shake hands with his old colleague. He turns to Gukky and Major.*
"Don't mind Dr. Levemir. He is as cantankerous as he is brilliant. His condescension is as second nature to him as his biting sarcasm. It took him years to tolerate me and my foolish "quackery" as he likes to put it."
*Kevorkian turns back to Forteo.*
"I'm glad you could make it old friend, and hope your trip wasn't too unbearable. My health isn't what it used to be these days as I can't trust anyone else to assist with my vision to come to fruition."
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Post by The Major on Aug 22, 2013 13:02:35 GMT -8
Sarcasm, sure. Oh, she believed the Mando doctor as he tried to make excuses for his partner in crime. The Major believed that this emergency response physician -a glorified nurse- aptly wearing an overly stylish and rather effeminate scarf regardless of the fact that they were indoors -sort of like the idiots that wore sunglasses in interiors, had tricked himself into believing he was somehow wiser or more relevant to this situation. She doesn't need to beat him, overtake him, or even outpace him: history has already taken care of that. Where was his contribution to progression? Right. There was none, because he was too busy healing the sick, and those stupid or weak enough to become burdens to their various nations.
Her physical care? Here, take a bandage and a rifle, get comfortable, and hold the position till further notice.
Medical doctors. Pfft. How she tolerated Gustav's presence was still surprising her. And really, it was more about his smile and what beast he served, rather than anything he could contribute as far as expertise went. Were they even aware of how small they were? She was nothing, an empty space, and if that was the case, then who are you, you who have done less and would still stand against her, you who do not know your own history?
Idiots.
The woman maintains her curling smile and leans back while crossing one of those lanky legs behind the other, adopting a posture screaming of self confidence and casualness. Honestly, when you dealt with a Shard and a self manifestation of the dark side, and her assistant/lover/whothehellknowswhat, dealing with humans becomes a bit hum-drum.
". . . . . . ."
And even Kuroro was well behaved, since she had already achieved her most perfect victory in making an human take an oath; thus, she partakes in the silence offered by the two younger doctors and their aides.
".........*smirk*"
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Post by Countess Calum Netubi on Aug 22, 2013 20:36:23 GMT -8
*Stunned. His minor pain gone, as he stood in the crisp night under a full moon. He watched her get up in that unique way that a woman does when she has another life growing within her. He knew he has been away on Exchange business for a while. But this. So many emotions run through him. The normal white hot rage that usually burns in his chest is replaced by something....foreign. Something long forgotten since it had been such a long time ago that he felt it. Joy. There was Calum standing as beautiful as she was in the moonlight but even more so. Dred walks to her, gingerly as his hip would allow. He can only mutter one thing after he takes his buy'ce off to look her in the eyes.*
"Yaihadla cyar'ika?"
*He smiles big as he goes to hold her. He takes off his crushgaunts and places them in his buy'ce and walks to embrace her.* |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 2:45:08 GMT -8
Forteo might have been old, but his eyes were sharp. He noticed the tall, ugly one giving him the once over, her eyes lingering just a second over the scarf. The old man was not one to affect articles of clothing for the sake of vanity. The air still bothered the rather fresh rope burns, a product of his last run in with a lynch mob. Honestly, after you survive your first, everything after that is sort of anticlimactic. You struggle a bit, say all the right things, learn how to position yourself so you can still breathe while hanging by the neck, and then go limp. The mob mentality does not lend itself to an overabundance of patience. They always got bored quickly enough that he was able to free himself without sustaining anything more serious than some nasty burns and maybe a few broken ribs if they were in a kicking mood.
That bitch could think whatever she'd like. He knew the price of genius and had paid it gladly. Though his findings were often denounced because of the methods used to attain them, the results of Forteo's research had gone on to be used in major labs and hospitals across the galaxy. This pathetic excuse for a girl would likely die as a footnote in history, remembered only as a monster with no redeeming factors whatsoever. He smiled smugly. His legacy was assured. What else was there to prove?
"I hope you got my latest message. Administering the virus is not going to be as simple as you made it out to be, not if we expect the patient to survive. Did you prepare the sterile room in accordance with my instructions?"
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 23, 2013 14:49:42 GMT -8
In Dred embrace it seem that all the world around them stop, for that one moment. To see his face again only brought more joy from with in. It was clear as if this was sun out not just the moonlight, that he new what transformation her body was under going. Letting herself brush her lips softly upon his. Feeling lost for words, it was strange that this would happen between two people from two different worlds. Knowing with out even doubting that someday Dred would be back. Nothing could keep them a part, even the business of there life style as different as they were. Oh how I have missed you, my sweet. I only wish I could shared this with you before left. Then your here now, we are together once again, with new life about to begin. Cool wisp of wind blow through the tree branches only to lift some of her hair. Letting him carry her if he wished to, if so her arms wrapped around his neck. It only seem like yesterday she had been hunting in this woods and her father still alive. At less having to grow into the head of the Netubi had been not so easy way for a reality cheek. |
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 23, 2013 15:00:55 GMT -8
Forteo might have been old, but his eyes were sharp. He noticed the tall, ugly one giving him the once over, her eyes lingering just a second over the scarf. The old man was not one to affect articles of clothing for the sake of vanity. The air still bothered the rather fresh rope burns, a product of his last run in with a lynch mob. Honestly, after you survive your first, everything after that is sort of anticlimactic. You struggle a bit, say all the right things, learn how to position yourself so you can still breathe while hanging by the neck, and then go limp. The mob mentality does not lend itself to an overabundance of patience. They always got bored quickly enough that he was able to free himself without sustaining anything more serious than some nasty burns and maybe a few broken ribs if they were in a kicking mood.
That bitch could think whatever she'd like. He knew the price of genius and had paid it gladly. Though his findings were often denounced because of the methods used to attain them, the results of Forteo's research had gone on to be used in major labs and hospitals across the galaxy. This pathetic excuse for a girl would likely die as a footnote in history, remembered only as a monster with no redeeming factors whatsoever. He smiled smugly. His legacy was assured. What else was there to prove?"I hope you got my latest message. Administering the virus is not going to be as simple as you made it out to be, not if we expect the patient to survive. Did you prepare the sterile room in accordance with my instructions?"
=Dr. Or'dinii=
"Yes, old friend. Everything is as you requested. I know it won't be easy. I have documentation and research to show you."
*Kevorkian wheezes and coughs as he struggles to get his breathing back under control. When he does he gestures to Forteo to follow him.*
"Please if you'll follow me, we can begin." |
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Post by Countess Calum Netubi on Aug 23, 2013 21:25:20 GMT -8
In Dred embrace it seem that all the world around them stop, for that one moment. To see his face again only brought more joy from with in. It was clear as if this was sun out not just the moonlight, that he new what transformation her body was under going. Letting herself brush her lips softly upon his. Feeling lost for words, it was strange that this would happen between two people from two different worlds. Knowing with out even doubting that someday Dred would be back. Nothing could keep them a part, even the business of there life style as different as they were. Oh how I have missed you, my sweet. I only wish I could shared this with you before left. Then your here now, we are together once again, with new life about to begin. Cool wisp of wind blow through the tree branches only to lift some of her hair. Letting him carry her if he wished to, if so her arms wrapped around his neck. It only seem like yesterday she had been hunting in this woods and her father still alive. At less having to grow into the head of the Netubi had been not so easy way for a reality cheek.
With out a doubt knowing her our people came first, in her mind and duty, then there was Dred that had stolen her heart, right out from under her. So, what do you think of names if its a girl, I was thinking if it a boy to name him after my father. I also have another cheek up with the doctor. After your left I found out I knew that better off, that less people knew about the baby, if for another else call it motherly. Taking a sip of her ruby red wine. Oh Dred, I been so worried about this little one coming into the world, being that there parents are from two different worlds themselves. I only want the best for our little one. I have already decide that boy or girl they will someday take over as head of the House. I know my mother and father would have wanted it that way. Oh Dred so many things going on up stairs in my mind right now, both joys and worries. |
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