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Post by Lute on Jan 28, 2019 9:47:57 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 315
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed , @cress , Azuma
Briny sea spray tickled Dr. Boot's face as he stood at the prow of his science vessel, Explorer VII. It was both a space craft and a boat, able to shift between modes easily. It dipped and rose on the rolling waves of Zalt. The constant undulating didn't do well for the doctor's stomach, but he had been here a few days and it had gotten better.
He raised a warm paper cup of java to his lips and took a sip.
It was cold here and the howling winds were relentless. He took for granted the cover of trees and buildings back on Earth. Took for granted civilization. The open sea didn't have any thing that stopped the battering gusts. He wore a thick coat, rimmed with faux fur around the hood. His hands were gloved and he wore matte black coveralls that protected his lower half from getting wet. The entire deck was slick with sea water and he had to be careful traversing it.
Checking his wrist computer, he noted the local time and the Galactic Standard Time. His hired guns should be arriving soon. To be fair, he was ready to get beneath the waves and investigate the creatures lurking down there. It would be quiet and still down there. A pleasant change from all this up and down.
"Hansel," he said.
A bulbous robot popped up from the well in the center of the deck, where his submarine was stored. It had several retractable limbs with various tools and manipulators at the end. Dr. Boot had it doing a routine pre-mission check.
All seven of Hansel's arms retracted inside of its spherical midsection and rolled forward, chirping and chattering.
"Get some coffee on the pot for our visitors. I want to make sure they're awake and alert during the briefing."
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Post by Azuma on Jan 28, 2019 20:04:53 GMT -5
Azuma had wondered if she had kept her client waiting, as she had to make run to graphic something to eat. She had a quick pause in thought. Can androids eat? Do we have a digestive system? Azuma began to stare at her stomach, as if her stomach had the answer. If she recalls correctly. She never felt an urge to eat anything. She just looked at the humans looking like they were enjoying a substance they had called food. “Tch” She simply ignored these thoughts that were in her head, and questioning her system. She's an Android and not a human. She shouldn't be caring about food, and doing so had made her late. She remembered accepting a job, but she had forgotten what the job was. Azuma is quick to accept requests, so long as she gets something out of it. Whether it be battle experience, money, or whatever that interested her.
She didn't like to do anything for free, expectually if the job requires her to put effort in the work that was presented. If there were to be any work anyway. Azuma had arrived, and the one that had been waiting for her arrival were to see a young girl with bright green hair. Her flight capabilities could put an airplane into tears, but that's just an exaggeration to compliment how she can maintain her posture, when she was 30 feet in the air. She could see a man in a lab coat, and some object that was keeping itself floating on the body of water. A submerian perhaps? Azuma would descend to the ground, just slightly. She was about 8 feet above the ground now, and about arm length away from the man in a lab coat. “So you must be the guy, huh? Hope I haven't wasted my time flying all the way down here. I could be getting my hair down right about now.” She says, as she flipped her hair. “Hmhp” She would then fold her arms, beneath her chest. She gave off a bratty attitude towards the man in the lab coat.
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@andrew C.
@lute
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@null
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 20:16:30 GMT -5
"Drop me here."
Spinic raised his brow, but said nothing, steering the rickety freighter lower toward the ocean's tides. Bleak and gray, its turbulent waters stretched for miles to either horizon, with no land mass in sight.
Even the bobbing ship in the waters far below, the designated coordinates for the assignment he'd accepted just days before, blended in a bit too well, nearly lost in the swell of gray waters.
Null clapped Spinic on the shoulder, turning to address the other men in his company. Yarrow, ever the silent brooding warrior scowled down at him. Borage wasn't as direct with his annoyance — the razor sharp pocket knife he used to pick agitatedly at his nails spoke volumes, however. It would not be the first time they disagreed with a decision of his.
"This is a waste of time," spoke the big Saiyan.
"We need funding and resources. This is the perfect opportunity for both."
"We ought to be rounding up our brothers, building our numbers."
"I agree," Spinic piped up from the cockpit.
Null sighed, slinging a knapsack over his shoulder. It held his few meager belongings, and anything he thought he'd need on this particular expedition. He gestured for Spinic to lower the rear bay hatch. As he did, a cold gust of wind swept through the cramped space. Maybe he should've brought warmer clothing.
"I understand. But this is necessary."
They said little else.
"While I'm gone, listen to Nasch. He's got a better head for this leadership thing than I do anyway."
Yarrow grunted, turning away. Borage gave a lazy salute, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
"Give 'em hell, boss."
"I'm no one's boss." He practically had to yell over the howl of the wind, foamy sea spray bathing the side of the airship's hull. "But I appreciate the sentiment."
Falling backwards from the ship, Null allowed himself to free fall through the space, slowing down in enough time to land tentatively upon the slippery deck of the ship. He eyed the man in the lab coat, sipping a steaming liquid from the cup in his hand. He was lanky and unassuming, and a quick probe with his senses told Null he wasn't very strong.
Or he hid it well.
"Dr. Boot? I'm Null. We spoke via private message a few days ago... I'm here to help."
tag: Lute Andrew C. Creed Azuma // word count: 399
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 29, 2019 13:26:42 GMT -5
The rain smacked against Creed’s armor plating like hail. The sky was dark grey and filled with hostile winds. Nothing compared to Tech Tech’s atmosphere. Creed was moving so fast that it almost looked like someone was taking a knife and cutting through the thick rain. “Make sure to keep a solid tracking signal on me. We don’t know what we’re going to find during this expedition, but if it’s anything like on Tech Tech, I’ll want to get out with it ASAP”
Signal Strength: 95% “Are you sure it’s a good idea to try and steal from Capsule Corp? You’re already working with them, they’ve introduced your brand to millions of new people. Hell, we’re making almost double the profits we were making before. Shouldn’t you....I don’t know, be thankful or something?” “I am thankful and to show just how thankful I am, I will grace them with my absolute rule” He said it a bit sarcastically, but the message was clear, He would own Capsule Corp no matter the cost. “I don’t know. It just seems like you’re making a dangerous enemy-”
“Dangerous enemy? Don’t make me laugh. I could crush ALL of them without effort if I wanted to. But now, I want to beat them at their own game. I want to make that smug bitch Tiara admit defeat. I want them all to bow before their superior...Metaphorically of course. Maybe…”
Rine gave a frustrated hiss before returning to the computer to keep track of Creed.
The thunder would pick up as Creed edged to the oceanic platform. His cloak would flicker in the wind, the hood shadowing most of his metallic mask’s features. Scanners would pick up two entities. Strange given there was three. Maybe they were another one of those Shinjins like Niha ( Niha). Or an Artificial lifeform. The others seemed to be Humans or Saiyans. Given one was in a lab coat and one was in some sort of battle Gi, it seemed obvious which was which. Creed quickly scanned over the platform, not noticing any sort of structural abnormalities. Impressive that they managed to keep it so sound in these conditions. Creed landed to the platform with a loud clang. Magnetic boots ensured he wouldn’t be sliding around. He would saunter up to the man in the lab coat and nod to him. Creed had already forgotten the man’s name. “Let’s get this over with”Lute Azuma @cress
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Post by Lute on Jan 30, 2019 12:09:06 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 1,397 | TWC: 315
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed , @cress , Azuma
The first to arrive was a girl, who floated above Dr. Boot like a phantom. He hated to admit it, but she had surprised him, his footing giving out as he stepped back. It almost sent him sprawling on his ass. None of his ki detection sensors aboard the ship had gone off at her approach. That was a bit alarming. He had no idea how she was able to mask herself so easily, but he was glad someone like that had come to help him out. Based on what he knew about the... creature... being able to hide one's ki like that would serve to be an advantage.
"Hey. I'm the guy. This won't be a waste of time. I promise. Plus, you're getting paid well--this is Capsule Corp after all."
The second to arrive, Null the Saiyan, made presence known way before his arrival. He had quite the power level, that much was evident by his digital gauges struggling to fixate on an exact number.
"Null. Thanks for coming. I'm waiting on one more guy, some mystery man. Once he arrives we'll head inside and I'll give you the briefing."
The last guy to appear hit the deck with a metallic thud. The guy was a bit intimidating looking, to say the least. Dr. Boot couldn't be sure if he were a warbot clad in a cloak, or if there was a man somewhere beneath all that armor. Not that it mattered in the end. Androids these days could be indistinguishable from sentient life forms, if not somewhat superior in their capabilities and intelligence.
And he really needed capable for this mission. It wouldn't be a simple walk in the park, not one bit.
"Let's get out of this rain and wind."
He led them to the center of the ship, to indistinguishable hatch. It opened without warning nor Boot having to do anything, popping with a hiss and retracting upward. His feet clanked on the metallic stairs as he descended into the bowels of the vessel. Compared to the outside, it was cozy and warm The floor was metal grating and there were dozens of tight compartments all packed around a central ring. The ring looked to be a laboratory, as there were all sorts of gadgets and equipment stashed on shelves inside and on long stainless steel tables. Beyond ring lay another corridor that led to the living quarters, mess hall, and curved straight upward to the ship's bridge. The design itself was ultramodern, not anything like the typical rickety outdated ships one found around this part of the galaxy. All the surfaces were polished and pristine, most of the conduit and piping looked brand new.
Dr. Boot brought them into his lab. There he removed his coat and tossed it onto a table. He pulled up a wheeled chair and sat in it, folding one leg over the other. A minute or so later, Hansel rolled up.
The bot squawked a few times. Floating above him, suspended in a field of artificial ki, was a plastic tray with four paper cups of coffee, still steaming. Dr. Boot grabbed one and cradled it with both hands, using its warmth to heat up his chilled digits.
"I'm going to be honest with you three. Today we're going to be hunting an elusive and dangerous creature. It has only been seen a few times and no one made it out alive after witnessing. The little bit of footage we have of it is from live data-feeds on body cameras uploaded to the Hypernet."
He took a sip of his coffee, but it wasn't cool enough yet. The liquid fire scorched his tongue and he cursed on his breath spilling some of it onto his coveralls as he tore the cup away fom his lips.
Frustrated, he set it down on the table behind him and gestured with the flick of his wrist. A holo-display emitted from the ceiling, pulling up a three dimensional interface. He swiped and flicked his way through the menus, eventually bringing up one of the videos. It was a few seconds long, most of it grainy and dark. A narrow but enormous figure was seen shooting through the abyss with immense speed. Shortly after, the feed went fuzzy with static.
He showed a second video, this of a crew member on the deck of a fishing vessel. It plodded along the waves, dipping and diving. He fast-forwarded through a few minutes of the man working on pulling up traps to the good part. A single slick grey tendril erupted from the waves and curled itself around front of nose ship, pulling it into the depths. Crew members and traps went tumbling overboard. After that the footage was a scrambled mess of changing perspective. The man wearing the camera was clearing tumbling down the length of the ship and then drifting beneath the waves.
"We think this creature may be related to another creature, one stopped a couple years back by the Galactic Patrol. It had attacked a bunch of surface settlements here on Zalt. This creature is smarter it seems. It's a patient and quiet hunter. It also has avoided attacking any settlements. It goes for easy meals, ones that are not well defended. To me, that is a sign of intelligence. This thing is basically using guerrilla hit-and-run tactics."
A minute or so went on in silence. He let the three peculate on it before he spoke up again. "My theory is that this thing is a female and that it's protecting a nest. It fits with the behavior patterns of other species that are similar. Then again... I could be way off. This thing isn't from Zalt. How it got here is a complete mystery. There are no records of anything like it in the past on this planet. It's an invasive species--sort of alarming if you ask me."
Scooping up his coffee, this time he sipped slow to not burn his tongue again.
"I have some special equipment for you three to wear, enviro-suits. Well--maybe just for you two," he said, glancing to Azuma and Null. "The depths were diving to are very cold and the pressure there is immense. You're a tough bunch though, so I imagine it'll be no problem for you. But, I'll be inside the safety of the submarine. I can't use ki and the likes, just a curious brain."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2019 15:31:00 GMT -5
Null commandeered a nearby stool, sitting with his arms folded. He couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at the other two individuals Dr. Boot hired for this excursion into Zalt's turbulent waters.
The girl was cute, pixie-ish. She seemed to hover in the air, arms folded in a manner of indignance. Though what she could possibly be irritated about this early in their venture was beyond Null to comprehend. The other figure donned a dangerous looking suit of armor. Either his suit was a technological marvel that could block the senses, or he was an android.
He couldn't sense the girl's ki, either.
The last mission he went on involving androids was back when he'd been hired by that quasi-Tuffle organization looking to recover some stolen information from the Raven Guard. Some of those men had even joined the Remnant. Remembering Cloak Commando's cold indifference sent a chill up Null's spine. It was a conscious effort to conceal just how uncomfortable these two made him.
Neither offered a name, so he didn't offer his own yet.
Waving away the retractable appendage that offered him a steaming cup of joe, Null focused his attention on the doctor.
"Whatever that thing was it looks massive. You mentioned the Galactic Patrol dealt with something of the sort before... can you tell us what happened? How did they manage to defeat the first one?"
He didn't like going into a situation blind. Aside from the doctor, he seemed to be the only organic present. Maybe androids didn't fret about the potential harm such a creature wrought, but Null certainly did. He had people to look after now. A wife, and a baby to care for.
"I'll take whatever suit you've got for me. But keep in mind — if it restricts my movements or energy in any way, I may not be of much use to the lot of you. Truthfully, I don't like the idea of going after this thing, but if people are in trouble, I'm more than happy to oblige."
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Jan 30, 2019 22:28:52 GMT -5
Grinned underneath his mask. This was perfect...An invasive Species? With a nest? All Creed would need to do is capture one of the young, contain it, and spread the creature amongst various Capsule Corp controlled planets. Perhaps people would begin tying the two together. Either way, they would suffer greatly from this. Capsule Corp couldn’t make a decent profit if their customers were being killed by monstrosities...But Creed could. Ambience would be a best seller in such areas. Then again, the creature could possibly be intelligent. Intelligent enough to cause far too much chaos, and not intelligent enough to be reasoned with. That could be a bit too risky. But if Creed knew anything about business, Risks were needed for innovation and profit. It’s just that if this risk didn’t pan out, hundreds of thousands of innocents lives could be forfeit. He would prefer just to keep it to the thousands, but if not, oh well. It’ll be Capsule Corp’s problem, not his. Creed crossed his arms and stared down at the seated Dr. Boot. What was it with scientists and their obsession with stimulants? “I don’t require any sort of protective gear. I could survive on the surface of a star for about an hour if I wanted” Creed nodded slightly as the Saiyan asked for previous methods of disposal. Surprising that the Saiyan out of all of them was the first to ask such a question. Usually they were the first to jump in and the first to die. “The Saiyan is right. If you have any files, tell me now so I can download them” Creed peered slightly at the small girl. “What about you, girl? Anything else to add or shall we finally begin?”Lute @cress Azuma
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Post by Azuma on Feb 1, 2019 12:57:44 GMT -5
It was a good idea to get out of the rain, as the others sure doesn't want to catch a cold just by standing or floating out in the open for too long. If one of them were to catch a cold, then it's just one person off the team. Azuma didn't stop keeping herself levitating until she had entered inside of the ship. She didn't want to hit her head on anything, so it was safe to use her feet for walking. At least until they reached a wide open space for her to go back to floating three inches off the ground. It was to the point where the tip of her foot could still feel the ground. Azuma began to look at the others, to get a better description of them. She can sense that the human like man that appears to have a tail, could hold a lot of potential. She was curious as to why he has a tail, and never seen a human with one before. She isn't entirely aware of there being other races. He could practically be a human, monkey hybrid or something. This boggles her mind. One other person had a bunch of armor as if he was going to wear with technology itself. Assuming his armor is made out of pure tech, or is simply an Android like she is. She didn't care nonetheless. The man had begin to explain what the group is going to be doing, as he implies that this particular task is going to be tricky. She didn't care whether or not people had made it out of the dangerous creatures wrath. It was like something ripped from a fairy tale. Brave people tackling a challenge that had soon met their own demise. This mission must be taken seriously, and with extreme caution. These things didn't matter much to her. He would then, show them a footage of the incident that took place. He would then, show the second footage, after the first one. After spilling his coffee on himself. She wasn't sure what she was watching, and how to piece together the problem. “So you want us to prove this theory of yours to be right, or something? Not that it really matters.” She questioned. The man had began to hand out protective gear, in order to protect themselves from the water pressure, and lots of other things. “If the thing limits your movements, work what you have. Or of course, I can be your handicap.” Azuma joked. “Now don't go soft on us. I'm sure you have more potential than any of us combine.” Azuma finished with the intention of being sarcastic, towards null. Azuma had already looked like she was ready to get this over with Word count: 463 @cress Andrew C. Creed Lute |
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Post by Lute on Feb 2, 2019 14:26:20 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 868 | TWC: 2,265
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed , @cress , Azuma
Dr. Boot sighed at Null's first question and the mysterious hooded android's follow up. Not that he blamed them for asking, it wasn't their fault.
"I wish I knew more about that whole situation. The Galactic Patrol classified the entire operation. I only know about it through rumor and talking with the local Zaltians. I tried to query the GP for information about it--but since they've become the 'Empire'--they're a lot less friendly and helpful to outsiders. I didn't even get a response back, just some automated rejection message."
His irritation at being left in the dark was obvious in his scrunched up expression. Dr. Boot was cleary a man that prided himself in two things--ingenuity and knowledge. He hated that there was data, perhaps even remnants of the specimen out there that he couldn't see--or at least read the reports on. It was possible that this other creature, the one in the videos he showed the trio--was a different species or gender from the one that the Galactic Patrol fought those years ago. They ha a piece of the puzzle, one he would never get his hands on.
"I'm not looking to prove my theory right, as much am I'm looking to capture and detain that thing down there. I want to study it, alive to figure out what it is and where it came from. Now--it's going to be dangerous trying to bring it in. I have little doubt about that."
He stared down at the floor, grim.
"I mean... obviously if it's too much of a threat or proves overwhelming and almost kills you--there's not much I can do if you kill it. But, I can assure you I'll pay you hell of a lot more if you can bring this thing to me. Hell, I got a nice bonus last year that I have collecting interest on in my bank account. I'll toss that in too--on top of what funding allowed for your payrate."
Upping the ante, sometimes that worked. He knew he was challenging these three. He rose from his chair and stretched, setting his coffee cup down on the counter. Proceeding past the trio, he started rummaging around the various gadgets and gizmos strewn about the table. He picked up two wrist bands, tossing one to Null and the other to Azuma.
A third band he fastened around his own wrist. He tapped a small button on the side of it to activate.
**POOF**
Smoke enveloped him and when it cleared he was standing head to toe in a skin tight grey and black suit. It had bands of reinforced katchin laced throughout the chest region for protection. The helmet had a re-breather system fixated around the chin. The mask itself was transparent all over the head and tight to the skin except for a curved section the eyes and nose. Clean and crisp air filtered through and into his lungs as he took a breath.
"This thing is the latest in our environmental suits," his voice crackled out a loud speaker. "These thing are exploration grade. We tested them in some high radiation environments. They can protect against concussive force and trauma. Also, they're pretty stylish if I say so myself. I helped design them, after all."
He grinned inside of the helmet and then tapped the wrist piece button again. The suit opened up and folded in on itself, retracting back into the watch. To anyone who knew about tech, it clearly used a variation of CC's dynocap technology.
"I also got some nice flippers too--"
He went to another shelf and offered the two pairs of elongated rubberized flaps. They would make maneuvering around under the water far easier and help the body use less effort.
"Well, you guys are on the clock so let's get moving. I don't want to waste anymore of your time. My submarine is all ready and prepped to go. It has surveillance equipment and gear for capturing and towing that thing back here once we do find it and wrestle it into submission."
Moments later they were standing back out on the rainy deck. Dr. Boot lowered himself into the open well on the front of the ship. IT served as a housing unit for his submarine. Before he closed the top hatch he paused, clearly deep in thought.
"We got two real choices. We can try to lure that thing out to us... which gives us the advantage. Or we can go straight to where I think its nest is and seek it out on its own turf. Since you guys are taking the risk here, wrangling it--I'll let you pick which one you want to do. I have some bait aboard this bad boy if we choose to do the former instead of the latter."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2019 17:48:28 GMT -5
Despite the fact that it was Creed who had addressed Azuma to gauge her thoughts on the matter, she seemed to pinpoint Null and his concerns regarding the environmental suits Dr. Boot offered. Her tone was teasing, full of sarcasm.
Null cracked a smirk at her. "Something tells me you aren't joking..."
He could not sense an iota of power from her. These androids had strength that was difficult to gauge. Glancing at the device in his hand, Null slipped the disk over his hand. It seemed to expand to accommodate his wrist, the sleek katchin band cool against his skin.
"This Saiyan has a name, by the way." He glanced at Creed. "It's Null. Hope the lot of us can work well together. It's all well and good you can stand on a star. Next time you do, snap a picture for me, will you?"
He could tell they were all going to get along just... great. They didn't have to get along, however. They simply needed to complete an important job for the Zaltians.
Pressing the button on his wrist band, a puff of smoke enveloped him. Restrictive fabric covered his being, his breath fogging against the protective dome of the helmet. He wasn't used to such restraints, but if it protected him from the cold depths, Null wouldn't complain. He threw a few quick punches, followed by a pair of roundhouse kicks.
"Not as restrictive as I imagined, doctor." Null smirked, tapping the glass dome with his index finger. "Good stuff."
"In regards to our approach, I think it'd be wise to lure this creature to us. Anyone disagree?"
tag: Lute Andrew C. Creed Azuma // post count: 003
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 5, 2019 21:37:04 GMT -5
Wonderful. A bratty disrespectful child and a bratty disrespectful Saiyan. If it wasn’t for this job needing finesse, he’d kill them all. Rip the doctor’s arms off and use them to strangle the Saiyan to death. Then disintegrate the girl. Destroy the entire rig and finish the mission himself. But he didn’t have that luxury, he had to deal with what he had. Even if he was given a set of rusty tools to build a mansion. Creed would hold his hands behind his back and glanced down at the Saiyan. “A picture won’t be needed. I’ll be sure to bring you along. As for the plan, I disagree completely. Luring out the creature may appear to be the better option, but I have a much safer and intelligent approach to this situation. One that I’m surprised you and your scientific team wasn’t able to manage, Doctor Boot” That was a lie, he was fully aware at how inept Capsule Corp scientists were. They lacked any sort of innovation and simply thrived off the genius of an ancient scientist. “If this thing has a nest, why should we bother trying to capture the fully grown one alive? Wouldn’t it be better to kill the Creature, and capture its young. That way we won’t have to worry ourselves with keeping it alive, and we can still capture a living specimen” Creed would walk over to the window and stare out at the raging skies. “Though if any of you other geniuses have a better idea, I’m listening. Also, before we leave for the mission, I have some matters I must discuss with you two” He would state, referring to Null and Azuma. @cress Azuma Lute
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Post by Azuma on Feb 8, 2019 10:38:31 GMT -5
Azuma would relate to doctor boot in terms of being kept in the dark, while the higher ups gets all the juicy details, and secrets. While he's stuck with half assed information that can only get him so far. "Well, there's no point in weeping about it. If they have a reason for keeping such secrets, then it's for the best." She says, hoping that the doctor can understand their reason in doing it. If they even had a reason to begin with. Maybe it's for his own safety that he doesn't know. The doctor had tossed each individual a wristband. Azuma began to examine hers, while the doctor had immediately put his own, and started to show off what the wristband could do. It was a suit. Much to her surprise. Azuma assumed that it was a communication device or something, but the suit looked a bit tight on the skin so she was hesitant to try it on herself. Azuma had began to activate the wristband herself, by pressing the button that was underneath it. Azuma could see her surroundings being swallowed up by white smoke. Once the smoke had began to clear, she would appear to be in a suit. Similar to doctor boots. Azuma freaked out, with a stretching sound that could be identified as a scream. Her scream could put a banshee into shame, because it was loud enough for doctor boot to fall unconscious. Azuma was being a bit of a drama queen, after covering her upper body. Seeing that it was a bit revealing, because of the tightness around her skin. "Wha-wha-what kind of perverted nonsense is this!?" Azuma fumbles with her words, as she tried to process what she had gotten herself into. "Are humans really that p-perverted? This is utter madness! I can hardly process how much this annoys me" Azuma was in the middle of having a temper tantrum, because of such a ridiculous device was put on her body. Her emotions were getting all intense. One would wait for someone to try, and calm her down before the mission can actually start. Andrew C. Creed @cress LuteWord Count: 356 |
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Post by Lute on Feb 9, 2019 19:47:08 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 700 | TWC: 2,865
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed , @cress , Azuma
There seemed to be a little disagreement in the group based on the approach to take. Null liked the idea of attracting the creature out in the open. Cloaked Guy wanted to try to sneak into the nest and abduct one of the young. Both were a gamble, but Dr. Boot had his opinion on which one was far more of a risk. His fingers tapped across the glass display as he prepped his submarine for departure. The engines thrummed to life beneath him, ratting the entire length of the vehicle. He did a few sequence checks to make sure his cameras, sonars, and other sensor devices were working as intended.
"You know taking an baby from the nesting ground is a decent idea. I thought of that myself. But, I am still uncertain if there's even eggs or young down there. I say nest, but that's more of a educated guess than a solidified fact. I just know where this thing dwells. You could always scout on ahead and see if there's young there before engaging, but if you're caught--"
Mothers were protective of their young. Dr. Boot could only imagine how much a pissed off mother would complicate things. It would fight with ferocity like none other. There was also little chance that it would retreat or back away in that case. That alone increased the odds that one wouldn't be captured alive. He really really wanted one of the damn things alive--if possible.
Green across the board, systems were ready to go. The net-cannons and cryo beams were primed and the safety off. If the trio could get the creature weakened, or perhaps even wounded he had little doubt he could snare with his submarine and drag it back to the ship. It was just the fighting part that he wasn't confident in.
"--Well, I hope you're in for the fight of your life. Look, I'm letting you guys be in the driver's seat for this. You're the warriors and I'm the scientist. I won't pretend I know enough to tell you how to do your jobs and I doubt you'll do the same for me and my job. Anyways--let's get a move on."
Dr. Boot reached up and pulled down the lid to his submarine. It sealed with a hydraulic hiss. The vessel roared to life, kicking up a torrent of bubbles within its basin. It then dove, detaching from the larger ship and sinking into the cerulean depths.
He cruised along at a speed that he was confident the others could keep up with. If they wanted to, they could easily grab hold of one of the fins the vessel had and ride it down, without spending much effort.
The briny blue faded into an inky black abyss as they continued their path below. Minutes ticked onward and the light continued to be swallowed by shadow. Until there was nothing but suffocating darkness pressing in on all sides. The pressure was intense, enough to crush normal people into a bloody pulp. The exact opposite of space, which had no pressure at all.
It was easy to get lost in the murk. There was no up, there was no down. The only semblance of direction were from the blinking red and blue lights on the submarine.
Dr. Boot always felt unsettled on these dives, but pressed on on regardless. He breathed in and out, carefully sucking back the filtered air. Beads of sweat tickled down his brow, not from heat, rather from the steady cadence of heart beating in his chest and anxiety. He watched the scanners and the sonar, watching and waiting to see anything happen. Using his GPS system and meters, he was able to determine their location. Still, the uncertainty of the fathoms put him on edge. His hands shook against the controls, and he squeezed his fingers tight.
"We're getting close now," he said over the radio. "What's is going to be?"
He marked a bright green chevron on the group's shared ScouterNet interface. The label above it said NEST. Although, from the distance in the darkness--there was nothing to be seen.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 10, 2019 19:39:43 GMT -5
Noise dampeners enabled… Creed would sigh as the brat began a tantrum. The smoke began to dissipate, showing her in the skin tight diving suit. It was nothing special, nor impressive. Looked similar to the types of suits used in low gravity environments, as the more bulky suits put too much strain on the users. Unless there was something special about the fabrics of the suits, it wouldn't be able to withstand the pressures. Hopefully Capsule Corp wasn't *That* incompetent. Creed walked over to the Doctor's desk and rummaged around for a bit before finally finding a spare lab coat. He'd lean back and sock it at Azuma, aimed at her head to hopefully shut her up. “You can shut up now. Not as if there was anything to see anyways” He’d state bluntly. Creed turned to Doctor Boot. “Lead the way”
Creed glanced around the cramped Submarine, its darkened interior lit by the various glowing buttons and monitors strewn about. Simple Earth design, cheap and dependable. The exterior was as dark as the void of space. The perfect environment for whatever hellspawn this creature was. He couldn't say he was unsettled by the limitless darkness, as the Doctor obviously was, but there was something very ominous about it. Anything could be lurking out there, much of which could probably eat this sub whole. As he dwelled on the thought, Doctor Boot would open the Radio communications. Creed didnt care what the others wanted to do, he knew what he would do, with or without them. He turned to the rest of the team, leaning against the bulkhead. “I dont follow others. I'm going to go out there, and I'm going to take that things young. Then, once I am done, I am going to hunt down that creature and tear it apart. Join me if you want, but I will not be responsible for what happens to you. Nor do I need your help”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 21:44:23 GMT -5
He held tight to one of the fins near the rear of the ship as it delved into the inky depths of the sea. The doctor’s submarine did not move at a pace he could not match if he swam, but Null sensed he would need to conserve his strength for the conflict that was to come. Such a being filled him with a sense of trepidation. It didn’t help that, were it not for the lights of the submarine, they would be cast into complete and utter darkness. A blinking green indicator appeared on the HUD display of his helmet, Boot’s voice reaching his ears through tiny speakers within the suit itself. Creed seemed adamant to chart his own course of action. “This is a group expedition.” Though his tone was calm, almost bored, irritation at the android brimmed beneath the surface. “If you can nab its young without detection, then I suppose there is little harm in your plan—however counterintuitive to our collective group effort.” “Doctor, looks like Creed’s chosen for us. Going against the grain at this point might harm more than help. I’ll follow him in.” Suppressing his energy so as to aid avoiding the creature’s detection, Null pushed off from the sub and swam after Creed, aided very little by the ambient light the LED bulbs in his own helmet gave off. If he didn’t remain close, he’d lose Creed and be lost in the murky depths.
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Post by Azuma on Feb 13, 2019 16:55:56 GMT -5
Azuma had been covered by the lab coat that was thrown at creed. Azuma responded much quicker as she threw it somewhere else in the ship. Specifically on the floor, where it could get dirty, and collect dust. "Shut up" She retaliates. Azuma already has a generally idea of what she wanted to do, before the other two had the chance to pick which approach they wanted. It was a valid pick to choose to go on a stealth approach, because her ki can't be sensed, as opposed to the saiyan who had to compress his own in order to avoid detection. He should've been the bait, if the creature were to emerge from their wake, and take action. Azuma would join with the pair in the sea that was pitch black, but thanks to the ships light. It was somewhat helpful that they could see through this thickness where there was no possible light sources around, besides the ship itself. Azuma had gotten annoyed by creeds barbaric attitude that could cost them the mission. However, she wasn't concerned about his life, so whatever happens to him. It shouldn't matter to her. Although it was a group job, and she theorized that a single person won't be able to man handle whatever's down here, unless they're ripped from some legend. Then again, it could be from sheer luck. "Whatever happens,happens. Your death won't be my fault" she says in response to creeds comment. Word count: 244 NzrEU0rB1d100Andrew C. Creed @cress Lute1d100 |
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Post by Lute on Feb 14, 2019 19:01:32 GMT -5
CAPSULE CORP WC: 581 | TWC: 3,446
TAGS: Andrew C. Creed , @cress , Azuma
"Be safe Null. I'm going to hang back here until they retrieve it or you're able to lead the creature to me. I can capture it, but as I said earlier if the big one comes--I'll need it to be weakened."
Dr. Boot tapped a button on his console, cutting off the propellers and letting the Submarine drift. It would continue to descend, but at a far slower rate. He reached one shaky hand to his side and pulled up a flask he had hidden there, popping the cap.
The sharp aroma of booze wafted into his nostrils and he held it to his lips, taking a long pull. Both Creed and Azuma were gone and it didn't take long for him to lose sight of Null as well. Now he was alone, surrounded by the midnight of the sea. Just the notion that things could be out there, lurking, and waiting made his heart pound like warn drums in his chest.
He stared at his flask and back at the abyss, and then gulped back the rest of it in one go.
THE THING THAT LURKS BELOW
Null would lose track of his comrades in the dark. They had no ki signatures to serve as a beacon. In fact, the only thing the young Saiyan would see was the blinking green triangle on his HUD. There were life forms around, anyone with a sharp ki sense could feel them. Small life forms, minuscule and not at all a threat. Some were more than like fish and others more exotic forms of sea-life. But, their auras were natural, were like the buzzing static of a radio frequency, always there but nothing special.
"Null?"
The voice emerged directly in Null's ear. As though there was a person inside of his helmet with him. Out of the corner of his eye he would notice a dull green glow.
Drifting in the water was Azuma. Or so it appeared to be Azuma.
Locking into her ki signature proved otherwis. This Azuma actually had one, for one. To anyone familiar with the Dark Energy of the Demon Realm--this aura similar to some degree. Except, there was a strangeness to it. Or maybe a better descrption for it was a wrongness.
Everything about this thing's ki signature was wrong. It gave the sensation of staring into the eyes of a dead man, cold and lifeless. Yet, there was a yearning within it, a hunger. The thing was starving.
It was excited too.
"You're lost Null. You should come with me. I'll guide you. I promise."
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Meanwhile...
Both Creed and Azuma would notice the green triangle blink and then disappear on their HUDs. And then their major sensors would start to go haywire. GPS systems and compasses would change every few seconds, realigning. It was like they were teleporting all over the planet, as far as their systems were concerned. The radio was dead, they would have to communicate using gestures and hand signs. They couldn't speak to Dr. Boot or Null. In fact, their locations were unknown, showing up as disconnected.
Their surroundings wouldn't have changed at all. Just the inky black of the deep sea. The water temperature remained the same, as well as the chemical composition of the water. As far as they could tell, they actually weren't flitting around the planet randomly, they were on the same trajectory they had been on only moments prior.
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Post by Andrew C. Creed on Feb 16, 2019 19:38:18 GMT -5
Creed scanned about the interior of the cave. Normal rock formations thus far, nothing too out of the ordinary. That was until the Saiyan disappeared off his HUD. Hopefully he died, less chance of witnesses. As he continued onwards, he would tilt himself around to check behind them. Darkness. So dark in fact that it helped highlight how distorted his HUD was beginning to go. “Can you hear me?” Creed would inquiry over communications, to no one in general. Static. Wonderful, it would seem the depths were cutting off their Comms. Or at least he assumed they were, perhaps it was something else… In any case, Creed would slow himself down to remain closer to the Android. If he was going to be attacked, he might as well have a proper shield. It would seem that his Nav system was being hit the hardest. If he took a few minutes, he most likely could adjust it to artificial estimations, instead of GPS, but it didn’t matter. This was just a straight tunnel, not a labyrinth. Creed switched his Nav system off completely, as it’s darting and flickering were simply a distraction as this point. He would then turn to the Android girl, his Emerald eyes cutting a swath in the darkness. “The monkey is gone. I would assume the beast got him, but it seems we would of noticed something that large. You can go back for him if you want, but I’m continuing forwards. Universe won’t miss one Saiyan”
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Post by Azuma on Feb 18, 2019 9:25:39 GMT -5
Azuma had noticed something strange, as the saiyans signal had disappeared off of her HUD. She wasn't sure what's going on with him, and assumed the monster didn't come, and grab at him. After all, they haven't been down in the sea for that long. This problem could be the humans stupid technology. “They should fix these damn things -- Hey-” Before she could get a few words out. The communications were cut off. Azuma displayed some discomfort about this situation. The communication systems are down, and the saiyan had completely vanished off the map. Azuma could only think of a few reasons as to what's going on. Either they're in too deep to where anything technology, would completely be useless. Something from the outside is tampering with their system. Or just some test to see if they could get along. Seeing as creeds impudent mind, and tasteless attitude. She couldn't help but not see that's a possibility. However, training exercises doesn't seem all too real, when they're hunting down a beast. Azuma noticed that creed picked up azumas pace. Azuma didn't trust him to be near her, so if anything is about to go down. He will be the blame for it. Azuma noticed the navigation system was acting strange too. Not just the coms, and their HUD. Azuma frowned, and continued into the cave. Creed turned to azuma, to tell her that null had vanished. Mr. Obvious. She had knew that the saiyan had vanished at the sametime. Creed assumed the beast had gotten to him already. Azuma would chuckle silently at his bad luck. “Something must be going on. It's too early, and we haven't seen the beast ourselves. We're already in the deep end, so it could be something else. My theory is that it isn't the beast that got him. It isn't because Dr. Boot paid for junk, and just randomly got our whole thing completely useless. It could be something else.” Azuma would theorize that it has to be someone else's doing, but how would that make sense? Word count: 343 Andrew C. Creed @cress Lute |
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Post by Lute on Feb 19, 2019 18:49:35 GMT -5
As if to punctuate Creed's words, Null's ki signature would vanish. It was though he were killed or removed from existence entirely. Just a blip of rising power level and he was gone. Not only were the remaining duo flying blind, but the one power level big enough to serve as a beaconkwas snuffed out. They could go back to check on Null, but neither seemed interested. They went forward instead. Pressing on would only reveal the murky darkness parting ways to the crimson silhouette of an underwater volcano. The frigid waters would spike in temperature, to a discomforting level just below the boiling point. The hellish underwater mountain was a slab of misshapen black rock and torrents of deadly gas bubbles. It was not the most ideal place for a creature to raise their young, at first glance. Preliminary scans would indicate plenty of alcoves, crags, and caverns dotting the simmering mound. There was nothing around, no other life. To person who knew even a fraction about oceanography and exobiology, that would be a very sinister indication of something wrong. Typically places like this were beds of activity for life, even at ridiculous depths like these. The mineral rich waters provided ample sustenance for microbes, which snowballed into a feeding frenzy for increasingly larger creatures. Searching around would also prove Creed's theory true. There was indeed an entire chamber filled with glistening sacs embedded within sticky tar-like substance They were indeed eggs, and there were hundreds of them. Inside creatures the size of a human child were incubating, their mass of tentacles just barely noticeable through the film-like skin covering them. Despite their numbers, extracting one would prove to be difficult. The eggs were soft and intertwined by the adhesive substance. It kept them clumped together and firmly secured to the rockwall. A cutting laser or precision ki ray would be enough to detach one, but it would take time and a steady hand.
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