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Solar Siege
« on: September 29, 2013, 12:36:19 pm »
The Victorious was a ship that had come to embody its name. Faster than most hangar vessels, it was known to appear on battlefields where humans had dominated. Key weapons and governing minds of men would only board it's deck once the battle had been fought. The ship was therefor not of much value to enemies during war, which did well in explaining why it was so pristine. Taking it would be too much effort for little reward. Large canons to combat others like itself, and spear-shaped front to contradict its bulkier posterior added to give anyone who might behold it a clue as to what it was built for. The Victorious was a fast ship. It's deep space ventures could be preformed and concluded in less time than most of earth's vessels. Despite not being the absolute speediest the human fleet had to offer, it had enough of that quality, and elegance in its sleek plates to be presentable and impressive.

The Elba station seemed to inspect the weaponized carrier, that floating neutral ground skeptic of humans. Perhaps it was the war on the Sansior race, which lead to the enslavement of them, their integration into human battle technology, or perhaps it was the strong bond between humans and Halo, the leading light of the Stellar Weave, if indeed the union of the recognized races had one, that made the mercury lake that was Elba Station weary of the naked apes from the terrestrial planet. It was whispered in the hard sails surrounding the edges of the floating, metal body, but never spoken aloud when their port-orders were sent to the vessel.

Fluid gapes appeared and gathered to a hungry hollow to swallow up the ship. Once it was inside the station, which was capable of generating gravity with size alone if they hadn't had engines for that task, The Victorious lent out tentacles to be courtly gathered by the solid innards of Elba. The ministers and generals would float in droves through this arteries into the station where fates of worlds were decided. Diplomacy is not dead between the races, but many times, here in the neutral, diplomacy was death. Along with the ombudsmen of Errectus kind, would follow their formidable soldiers, hidden inside the best that Sensior could be made to do, and the best that Halo could help design. Giants, controlled by perfect pilots, walking taller than many men together.

Aurian Silverfeldt could not be accused of being a diplomat. He did not know very much of the fusion techniques, that alongside their recent advances in war prowess made earth an interstellar economy. He could probably tell you something about the way the dermis jacket connected to the alloy jacket of his bipedal Bracer without the eloquence of the technicians. In fact, if he hadn't been picked by EHM after his six month binge on colorful silicones, he might still be charming his way into companies that dealt with fast machinery despite his juvenile tongue and lack of credentials. Charm and downfall, his chorus. That song had hitched when mother left involuntarily. Black eyes didn't look inward very long to relive that moment.

Instead he became this, a pilot, vanguard of men, clad in the Bracer that responded to his electrical output. They had expected him to be reckless with his compatible Bracer, that his connection to the Dermis Jacket would be a squandered blessing. Aurian had been efficient instead, with his motions, though wasteful with almost everything else. The boy understood damage, and knew his place in a fighting formation. That was why Silver, as they had come to call him, had been included in this train of tall warlings, protecting the vehicle hosting the intellectuals, the talkers.

The corridors of Elba would accommodate all sentient, "indoor" races, and would more than well allow the heights of Bracers. All trauma from the hulking machines would be negated by the inherit give of the floor metals. Only the sound of the giant joints would be heard. The reaches of the halls and their connections were vast in their common configurations, and would be altered - as was the benefit of having built Elba in such pliable material - to fit almost any visitor. What good would neutral ground be if it was not equally welcoming of all? Halo ambassadors had a permanent residence in the bowels of the station, and had lent much of its people's skills to making Elba, and other complexes like it.

"Does anyone know if there's going to be snacks in this place?" Aurian spoke through the com system, The Delta. The extended minds - wound together by the unholy technology invented by Halo and refined by man - gave out his sentiment to the rest in the following row of battle designed leviathans. "Because I could go for some Halo clam right about now." A small laughter from Silver, followed by a stressed, pitched disturbance in the link between them that should have no static. How many times does your own thoughts frazzle like the dirty signal of a radio, after all.

"That's quite enough, Silverfeldt. We're here for a very good reason. You're here because you fight well. That means nothing would be wrong if you kept quiet until we're back home." General Volack's voice. Silver had been trained and successful under the General's guidance. It seemed the hand that built the comparable boy up could also rap him, right across the nose.

As the convoy neared the base where both quarters for the humans themselves, and hangars for their formidable machines would be provided, the Bracer in tempered black with golden veins and emerald visor rolled one shoulder. Silver had made it happen, and he had his Bracer, Kevlar Son, roll it's head too, in embarrassment and frustration at the comment and the accompanying laughter that spread in Delta.

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« Reply #1 on: September 29, 2013, 04:22:57 pm »
“One day, I’m going to be a pilot.”

Eleven years old and full of dreams. The woman with the dyed purple hair often wondered if she had taken on his dream, or if it was her own. Eleven years old, and he vanished. Fliers never found him. The woman of twenty two knew he was dead. She had known when he vanished, when she was fifteen. A year later she was tapped, and against the wishes of her parents she joined the ranks of those who could use Bracers, the youngest recruit, and the most reckless.

Her Bracer was a machine of war, not half as fast as Kevlar Son, but it was capable of taking hits and dealing them back ten times harder. Energy weapons were its specialty, no ammo required. It fed off the biological energies of pilot and Sansior. The scales were a gorgeous blue, decorating silver metal. It was pretty to look the way the scales and the metals were woven together to create a machine that could channel the energy and never require physical ammunition. The set-up inside was almost as elaborate, connecting human will to android body.

And the human will within was a powerful one. Kommandant was a force to be reckoned with, for the pilot inside had a reputation of being able to withstand more pain than most. This machine was not as pristine as Kevlar Son, some knicks and dents remained. The pilot of it had a certain stubborn streak, and viewed the scars on Kommandant as well-earned.

Kommandant was not going into battle now, though. It, along with others, were going to the Elba Station, where the races of the universe were to meet to discuss the issue of the Sansior. It had taken them years. The Halo tended to block the topic when it came up, or else their allies—humans among them—did. Finally, the Viyon had managed to pull together a quorum and force their hand.

The topic of the enslavement and near genocide of the Sansior was going to be discussed at long last.


‘And we all know where that will go.’
Or so Octavia Brill thought she did as the station reached out to take Kommandant and pull it inside.

They were not here to guard the station. They were here as intimidation and, if need be, as soldiers. Of course, General Volack would confirm none of that. As Silver joked about snacks, he was quick to shut the man down. Octavia smiled to herself as laughter filled her ears, her mind. She was never truly sure which. The connection through Delta always felt like more than it was, much like the connection to the machine felt like so much more than those engineers and scientists had explained.

If there wasn’t more to it, Octavia didn’t think she’d care so much about a piece of metal and flesh, but she did.
“Don’t count on any clams here, Silver,” someone chimed in. A man left at the altar, dressed in white. He sunk low before he was tapped to join the crew. “I thought you liked sausages more, anyway?”

Accompanying laughter as some finally got the double-meaning. One of the more xenophobic members muttered something that was inaudible over the noise.

Kevlar Son made humanoid motions. The machines were soon within the confines of the Elba and the order to exit them was given. With a thought, wires released the petite woman. She let out a sigh as the pressures released her, physical and imagined. When she was attached to the machine, she never wanted to leave. When she was away from it, she dreaded returning.

There was a safe way down from the height of the machine, though the reckless woman was never known for utilizing the passage in the leg. The emergency exit was almost always used, opening up in the side of the machine, up high, near the shoulder—the heart. There was no vision of the world around except through the machine. She wore a special pair of glasses within the Bracer to see.

As per usual, she swung out the door, shut it behind her, and let herself drop some feet before catching on a part of the machine to stop the fall prematurely. This was repeated once more, a bit of a swing added to ensure she’d reach the next point to grab, before booted feet found themselves on the metal ground.

Pale legs bent under the pressure of the landing. She was clad in denim shorts and a white tank-top. Simple, compared to the beauty of her hair, white hair darkening to purple as it reached her hips. She was naturally blond, but that color hadn’t been seen in years.
“You told us formal wear, damn it!” Someone cursed as they saw her.

“I packed it,”
she snapped. It was somewhere on some ship with the diplomats. Kommandant wasn’t a Sansior, no beast of burden, despite the materials it was made of. “Not going to fly Kommandant in formal wear.” Though it seemed this man had piloted his Bracer in full-on dress wear.


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« Reply #2 on: September 29, 2013, 04:30:47 pm »
It's always so quiet. She whispered. It's never quiet. He smiled. You won't leave me, will you? She murmured. Never. He promised.

Echo Havoc was one of the smallest Bracers, as lean as they could make a giant of metal plated over skin. Small for a god but still a god none the less, the designers had said. Everett didn't care about it's size. He didn't care about how well it moved or how the silver plates of armor gleamed with a gold dust. It was show, it was outside, it was everything to them and nothing to him. He would never tell them that though. No, Everett loved Echo. He took endless pride in his little giant. They didn't need to know that it had nothing to do with ability and form, as long as he did his job and held his chin high. And Everett always did his job and held his chin high.

Some pilots couldn't wait to leave their Bracer, some couldn't give it a second thought and most had nightmares about dying in them, because that was what awaited the majority of pilots- a panicked death in a defeated Bracer. It wouldn't be pretty. There would be no where else that Everett would want to be. Of course, these were thoughts he didn't share with the Delta and his colleagues.

He smiled at Silver's comments and showmanship. Pilots with a penchant for trouble were the best to have around. It was the pilots that were afraid and the ones that never stepped from their simulated battle plans you had to worry about.

Everett was a model of calm but not opposed to creativity and risk, probably the reason he was one of the very few successful test pilots in the Link program. He didn't have to plug in or even make contact with his Bracer. An array of neural connectors littered his brain to give him that connection to Echo. The cockpit was tight but it had nothing. It was darkness and the black skeleton of a frame that lay beneath his body, formed to fit his spine, shoulders, arms and legs perfectly, shifting and moving with him so as not to give him the feeling of containment. The Link program had been widely unsuccessful, extremely invasive and expensive. The only thing that had saved that branch of scientists from the mockery and anger of the human species were those few successes.

Everett was a prized pig, though good upbringing had him preferring not to think of himself as livestock.

Will you come back to me? She had whispered. Always. He had promised.

Everett smiled when the door opened in the ankle and he stepped out onto the concrete, lights bright and fake. He caught the tail of a conversation about clothing and gathered the rest. He rolled the cuffs of his black dress shirt up to his elbows, a long scar ran the length of his right arm and a black ink stained the left. He laughed at the pilot that had managed a full suit in his Bracer.

"Shut up, Eve!" The pilot snapped irritably.

Everett couldn't blame him in that getup, walking closer to where Octavia stood instead. "Don't take it to heart, Brill." He said, though he was certain she hadn't, so that the other pilot would hear. "Ladies with violet hair do not need to dress up and only a complete idiot would complain about your shorts." His smile grew for her amusement though it held nothing more than years of friendship tested by battle. He glanced around casually, both hands sliding into the pockets of his slacks. "Where is Silver? He didn't actually go look for food did he?"

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« Reply #3 on: September 29, 2013, 04:32:27 pm »
Aurian was locked in an embrace of muscles. The naked patches on his compression suit allowed for direct contact through the thin membrane of the trunk-like appendages holding him to the pulsating womb that was the base of all the output of Kevlar Son. In the chambers of this Bracer brain Silver smirked as his machine continued to tread. Volack laughed at Octavia. It had been a good quip. The boy tried not to think too hard on a reply, since everything could slip in delta. The fact that a thought was meant to be private only guaranteed that it would be filed as such if it floated over to spheres were it could be read, not that it would indeed be private.

Their hall was grand. It couldn't be anything less than enormous. Elba hosted larger things than Bracers. Halo wanted to impress. The pliable material of this station would not have filled its function if it failed to make a comfortable stay for the array of races that this treaty encompassed. By some stretch The Victorious could probably stay in here, too. Once the warlings had placed themselves strategically on the seemingly endless floor, pilots started to pour out of their assigned machines. Kevlar Son stood straight when the releasing mechanisms started to run.

The optical strips were the first to release their hold on him, retreating from inside his eyelids out through his lashes to shoot back into the wall behind him. Silver blinked. There'd be little to see since he preferred the yellow bio-luminescence be off when he piloted. The limbs gripping his arms were the next to leave. He could feel his connection with the sensory systems of his Bracer relent, clean and safe. He rolled his shoulders and felt the tremor of Kevlar Son's automated cockpit dismantle routine, in which the hands took the head off its shoulders to place it on the floor. The visor opened to oxygen that wasn't acceded through the row of lungs in the ceiling of the cockpit. It tasted sterile and slightly cold. A chill along the naked surfaces between the materials of his suit.

Aurian looked up at his headless beast. "Thanks, Sonny. I'll bring you back something tasty." he said with a salute before jogging to catch up. The golden details on the ends of Kevlar Son's black plates gleamed in response. His feet clapped against the Elba ground as he caught up with his comrades. "Scoring points with my lady again, Eve?" he said, underlining that he was in-fact not looting for food yet, before directing a large swing toward the man's arm. It would be easy to see where the blow would land. Eve would either have to allow it, or avoid it, either way it would displace the other male away from Ocatvia, so he could proceed to try to wrap his own arm around her shoulders as they walked. "Sup, Eight." he said with a lower tone, the sudden change in demeanor an obvious attempt at charm. Silver would not be so collected and sure of himself, if he was being sincere. They'd know at least that much about him by now.

Morgan Volack made sure the trio stopped. Brill was already at attention and the general expected the other three to fall in line. The rest of the pilots were already gathered by him. The spiked, white-tipper black hair on his head helped him to look menacing, as if the bushy brows and tight, large mouth didn't do enough. Volack was a giant in his own right, muscles holding up the blue shirt and all it's medals. "Enough playing. We're here. Now do your job to represent Em." The general respected The Earth Hero Mandate, but the way he pronounced it's initials, EHM, had given the most prominent and important fraction of the Terran government a casual nickname that had spread through the troops. Even soldiers that weren't under his command used it.

Inrin Coladett did not have a massive crown of boned fangs lining his scalp. It was a great detail of beauty to be endowed with a beautiful, sizable, natural crown. Instead his growths were only a few inches through his brushed back, long blond hair. The bones, however, extended down to stress his cheekbones and, to great inflation of his ego, a bone ran down the middle of his forehead to lay exactly between his thin eyebrows, making him look rather threatening in his own way. His cold blue eyes were emphasized by the black and azure robes he wore as Elba produced him from the floor itself. He greeted the intellectuals and leaders of EHM. Many of them had seen this kind of emergence before. Those that hadn't very scik with withheld surprise.

"Welcome back, Friend People." He enjoyed the troops more. These minds did very little, in his opinion, to compare against Deity Hall and its current chosen. Instead he enjoyed the offspring of their joint efforts, the Bracers, the warlings. "I wish this could be a social visit for you, but it is not." He smiled his smooth face. Humans liked when you smile. "It doesn't mean we haven't prepared a banquet for you. All things can be pleasant with friends." He laughed and patted one of them on the shoulder. Humans liked laughter more than smiles. Inrin - that was how he insisted they know him, since there was no tradition of family names over first names in Halo culture - was good at whispering and coaxing. Since this was what Halo did most and best, Inrin's position was high and powerful. Many times he only answered to Deity Hall itself.

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« Reply #4 on: September 29, 2013, 04:46:21 pm »
A smirk graced her lips. She almost spoke with the other man, “Lady?” Arched eyebrow from the soldier in the formal wear. Octavia Brill was anything but a lady.

She tossed the violet hair over her shoulders,
“Thank you, Eve. I’m glad someone understands the nuances of formality.” Purple hair trumped all. Formal-soldier mocked them quietly and stalked off.

Eve’s question was answered right on cue, and Octavia couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as the other pilot made to strike Everett.
“More points than you, Silver,” she commented just as his arm wrapped around her and they began to walk. The question caused her to shrug. With the motion she lifted a hand up to remove his, planning to manipulate his arm up and off just as the General came into sight. She was quite used to his charming disposition, so much so she hardly recognized it as ‘charm’ any longer.

He was easy to dismiss when Volack occupied her sight, because the man demanded respect. Straight back and at attention. Octavia could fake it with the best of them, and her face became the mask of a dutiful soldier while she was still in the denim shorts. The others began to line up for their leader. He told them to represent EM. Octavia raised a hand,
“Sir, does this require me to actually wear formal attire, and also, how do soldiers represent EM?” Honestly, she didn’t understand what they were doing here. Unless the diplomats were to be in trouble, there was no point in having the soldiers here. “Eve doesn’t think I need to wear anything else.” And she quite agreed with Everett. Purple-haired ‘ladies’ didn’t need to wear dresses. If she could get out of dressing up, she would.

~***~

Diplomats did have to wear fancy clothes and dresses. The blonde bun was pinned up tight, though a few strands dangled from it all the same. Messy and elegant. A slimming black dress and clear heels—nothing could beat the classics. She stood on the arm of another earthly diplomat, the one who was thought to be a warmonger. He had deep brown eyes and black hair, and he was dressed in an elegant suit, off-brown, almost red.

The duo, Andromeda and Cephas, represented the Earth. Cephas was the spokesman for the united world in general, while Andromeda had control over information—information on the goings-on of other nations in general, and spies in particular, though that bit was not public knowledge. Volack and she worked closely now and then, for he had access to people she could use for various missions.

Cephas was more a jovial man, and he agreed with the Halo’s smile and laughs. He, too, smiled and laughed with Inrin. The term ‘friend people’ had always amused the heck out of Cephas Quander. He accepted the pat on the shoulder and turned to follow the movements of Inrin as the alien walked about. Andromeda was forced to turn with him.
“Right you are, Inrin, and how long it has been! What way to the pleasantries, then?” He asked. “We can chat over a meal before getting down to the nitty-gritty business that’s brought us here.”

The woman only sighed, looked around again at the others here and tried not to roll her gray eyes. How she wished this would be over now. She didn’t understand why they were wasting their time with this game.
‘Except everything must be justified.’

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« Reply #5 on: September 29, 2013, 04:47:59 pm »
Everett had taken Aurian's light punch, knocking him out of the way. He smiled and never quite lost his stride. When Volack started talking he stood straight and stared forward but, honestly, wasn't listening any more than required until Brill decided to ask how soldiers were to represent EM. It was difficult not to smile when Volack turned shades other than pasty white. Bracer pilots seemed to have a tendency for attitude. Eve supposed it was because they knew they were irreplaceable. To lose a pilot was to lose a Bracer.

He stood a little straighter when she drug him into it and that temper reddened face turned his way. "Is that right, Eve?" He sneered the nickname. "You don't think your fellow pilot needs to dress appropriately for a formal function?" Volack's voice was always loud but it seemed particularly so when it was directly in Everett Juel's face.

The lithe pilot kept his green eyes forward, it was good training not to make eye contact with commanding officers when they were trying to scold you. "To be honest, sir." Everett started, dark hair cutting lines down his pale cheeks and sharp jaw. "I don't entirely understand why we're going to a formal function. We're pilots. This is the only pair of slacks I own and I had to borrow them from Johansson." He lied, the pilot in full formal attire looking wide-eyed at being brought into this mess. It was an obvious lie seeing as Johansson was almost at least six centimeters shorter than Eve and a size or two larger in the waist and Eve's slacks fit perfectly. "Though, he seems to have a collection of formal wear. If Brill needs a dress I'm sure he had-"

"Enough!" Volack snapped and Everett complied, mouth snapping shut firmly and jaw held high with unflinching patience. He would much rather stay in his suit than pretend to be a diplomatic presence. His presence was Echo Havoc.

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« Reply #6 on: September 29, 2013, 04:48:39 pm »
She had not liked the comment about her being a lady. He was sure she was on her cold end of the switching spectrum when she insisted Eva, in his endless cavalier, was doing better than him. He played along and pouted, and let the arm linger for as long as it could. There was some of his own weight on it too, when the subtle inclination in her body would have let it slide off. There were many parts of the human interaction that Aurian enjoyed. That didn't mean the people he interacted with had to. There were benefits to a suit with holes cut into it, and her top, for that matter. Her skin was warmer than the touch of his living machine as he hung his forearm on her shoulder.

The group, minuscule in the reaches of this room, aborted its merriment when its general made his voice heard. Silver straightened off Ocatvia's frame and folded one arm over his chest while the other was held strictly by his side. The others would preform earth's stance perfectly, as well. This could not be said for their form. First Octavia, who had been genuinely concerned, and then Eve, brought into the subject in a roundabout way. Silver held the blade of his hand with its thumb-side harder to his lower chest. What was the point of all this training, if you couldn't put trust in the leaders?

"I see you're playing the character of the Bracer assigned to you, Octavia." Volack shouted, back still impeccable and head held high. "A brute, in and out of your Alloy Jacket. Interesting submergence." His voice calmed. "That would be an acceptable way of explaining why you would reference the opinions of another pilot over the words of your general. I, however, am not impressed by this logic." He turned to Evelett when he spoke. "Ah, more ego in the fine ranks of pilots." The general was quiet for a while. "Well, then. Since you don't have the clothes or can't see the value of being presentable when you're supposed to be earth's best, at a base where all races converge, I suppose I should have you do something more practical, something less subtle that you may understand. You'll both be checking your Alloy Jackets for cracks from traveling."

The process could be done by sound. But they would probably be handed wide forks, geared toward a pad unit, to examine every inch of their Braces with. The test itself would be rather moot, as there had been no exposure to space on their way, first in the belly of The Victorious, and now safely walked into Elba. The punishment could not be finished this evening. "Whimsical as this might appear, I am not a generous man. Attempt to disgrace and weaken the pride of earth again, and I will consider it a problem." The voice of the general made it clear he wouldn't have more discussion. Silver wanted to smirk at his scolded comrades. He wouldn't take the chance.

Inrin smiled, it made his skin fold perfectly around the bones that framed his face. "Ah, Quander," Humans did like their last names to be their first. "I do like the fashions of earth. A little restrictive though, yes?" He gestured toward the lapel of the jacket and then weaved at Andromeda's waist. "I suppose I am happy that you would go through the trouble." He laughed in a light voice. That sound was nothing but imitation. He raised two fingers and the floor started to move and lift them. The furthest wall was coming closer, as well, rippling into a tunnel of metal gills. "Here, let's dine and talk, perhaps not only of grave things." The diplomats were carried on a wave of silver. The Halo could be seen dropping his chipper mask when he looked over his shoulder, to the shrinking warlings and the disappearing gathering of pilots, who would be coming soon enough. "Maybe you could even enlighten me on what innovations there has been with Bracer tech, later?"

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« Reply #7 on: September 29, 2013, 04:54:01 pm »
Octavia’s smile verged on mocking. ‘Oh, so you noticed?’ Her eyes said as she listened to the General. She would have accepted an actual ‘suit’ from Johansson, though she didn’t think they’d fit. Better than a dress. Pants made her look good. ‘Now I don’t have to dig out that dress!’

The punishment was hardly punishment. She didn't feel an ounce of guilt for dragging Eve into it, given the 'punishment'. She wondered if Volack was doing that to avoid further trouble, or because he honestly thought this was punishment. Octavia did not mind spending more time around her Bracer. She was known for meticulously looking over it. It was scarred and damaged, but only superficially. All damage that would disturb the function of her Bracer was always fixed. Immediately. Octavia knew the story of each scratch and dent that did remain. She told the stories to herself now and then.

Octavia saluted,
“Sir, your punishment is completely fair, and I feel deeply chastened,” how she kept a straight face, she’d never know, but she did. “I shall go examine Kommandant now.” And she spun on the toes of her tennis shoes and flounced off, hair swinging behind her with the bit of sway she added, body language indicating how pleased she was with this so-called punishment. “Get a good clam, Silver!” She called back without looking, causing one pilot to cover his mouth with laughter at the reference.

~***~

Cephas patted his jacket,
“I’m not a huge fan,” he confessed, but brushed his hands down one side, over the fabric, “But what can I say? The women like this style.”

And the woman at his side gave a sly smile, as if agreeing that she quite liked him in the suit.

Those diplomats not familiar with this method of travel looked around as things changed, movement, walls. Cephas was at ease, much as Andromeda was. This was not their first time being wined and dined by outer space civilizations. It was nice, how quickly these aliens learned to respect the presence of Earth and superiority of humans to so many other races out in the universe.

They understood that humans were worthy of their attentions. The Halo spoke of Bracer tech,
“Perhaps,” it meant ‘no’. Cephas wasn’t well educated himself on the new tech, though Andromeda was. She would keep her lips tight, though. Although the Halos and humans were allies, that did not mean all secrets were shared. Military secrets needed careful guarding. The major governments still did not quite understand how Halo technology worked, though they had used it in the war against the creatures that now made up the Bracers. “But there must be better things to speak of. How is Esti?” A Halo he had met the last time he visited the home planet of Inrin. “Is Esti here?”

Light things, frivolous things, for now.


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« Reply #8 on: September 29, 2013, 04:57:02 pm »
Everett did not smile, in fact, he even managed to frown and tense as though bothered by this decision. He preferred they not know how much he would rather spend all his hours in Echo Havoc than anywhere else, otherwise Echo would be exactly what they took away from him when they were cross. After Brill bounced away he saluted ridgedly and then turned to follow. It was a somber walk, almost a storming until he reached her, far from the others and back at the feet of their Bracers. He smiled when he walked by her. "You, can drag me down whenever you like." He muttered before reaching up to drag an arm through his light hair.

He was overdressed for maintenance, he supposed, but better overdressed in a cockpit than well dressed in a banquet hall. "Though I say that now, we'll see how I feel when our stomachs are empty and the rest of the pilots are popping the buttons on their dress shirts." He looked at her curiously then, unable to ignore the extremes of her excitement. "Tell me this wasn't your intention all along, to be under dressed and hope it got you out of a political parade?"

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« Reply #9 on: September 29, 2013, 04:57:25 pm »
Silver frowned when his friends had to leave. Maintenance of the Bracers was paramount. Doing it with close to analogue instruments, though, was overkill. He wondered if those archaic forks would have been scrapped long ago, instead of so lovingly cared for and fixed when broken, if it wasn't such a popular punishment to deal out. In fact, it was one of the first things they were made to do after theoretical training, to get to know their giant machines. Octavia did not seem very distressed at the decision. Her ways of underlining her delight were as colorful as her hair. Eve followed without much sound. Both were true to nature, as they left the group. Aurian remained in stance until those that had formal wear were told to get dressed.

His suit was in the rest of his belongings. The canvas bag was dark red, to stand out against the traditional green. It was tossed to him when he got to the convoy vehicle. Thanks to the nature of his bracer functional suit, he could put the crisper clothes on without shedding his first layer. Better be ready, anyway. A soldiers job. They were allowed some creative freedom with their suits, probably because EHM liked the fact that their soldiers looked like brutes, as long as they looked like brutes that tried to be civil. There were some restrictions, of course. You had to be approved before you went anywhere. The only gamble he'd taken was his silver tie, and that hue should not be a problem here. All of Elba was, after all, some kind of version of that sheen.

Inrin kept his eyes almost lovingly on Quander. It could be construed as intrusive and daft, he'd been told, but he had seen other diplomats do the same. He liked the simplicity and directness of it. It was honest in the sense that he could express that he wanted Cephas to know he wanted to present the image of interest. That alone should be enough of an hand extended, even if the undercurrents of such a display weren't explained in the shallow facade. Better this, since there would at least be a pleasant exterior to enjoy, instead of useless silence.

"Esti is like these waves, my friend." he said and nodded to the arch of mercury that was loosing height the further they reached into the tunnel. "Esti goes when and where Esti wants." He laughed again and shrugged. He gestured toward Andromeda then. "How have you been, Beautiful?" Blue eyes tried to see through the gray of hers as the group was lowered and set down on flat floor. "Perhaps you could boast about the Bracer program?" he tried. The wall opened to a room almost as large as the one they had been given to place their Braces in, only cluttered with metal decorations. Gold and white, spread over tiers that lined the walls. It was too much, of course. Not enough individual made out the council involved and the people who had come here to even remotely fill this festive chamber, but it was important no expense was spared. It would seem, though, that The Halo had a favored corner close to the entrance, where the long tables were. One for the diplomats, and one for their soldiers.

Yurusa looked down at the pay load. He'd turned off the light insignia on his suit. The echo locator would be enough for now. Elba was partially alive, and needed a transportation system to keep up its vitals. These arteries were large, but not so much so that they could host adult humans or Halos. Viyons though, could easily maneuver through the gas-filled pipes. Yurusa's suit protected him from the few substances Elba needed that would be offensive to his system. The yellow eyes in the marsupial face scrunched slightly behind valved glass when he lifted his forearm to see the silicone pocket containing the violet liquid. It had taken a lot of resources and planning to infiltrate Elba for this weapon. Now that they had it, he just needed to go back to planet Gievole, and give it to their scientists.

There was no surveillance in these arteries, which was a blessing, but he still had a long way to go to where he'd hidden his vehicle, a retro fitted Runner. Hopefully the festivities would go on for long enough that he didn't have to worry.

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« Reply #10 on: October 01, 2013, 06:54:19 pm »
A chuckle escaped Octavia at Eve’s words. ‘Take them back.’ She’d tell him any other day after she’d had too much to drink and was feeling melancholy. Of course, this was not that time, and her mind was still stuck in the gutter from conversation on clams and sausages. So, she could only smile and bite her tongue.

‘Don’t tempt me.’


It seemed the orders were already well-known. Certainly, Volack’s voice carried. There were forks already set out for them, and the pads set up besides their Bracers. The pads would lift them up and move about the Bracer, allowing the pilots to check every inch with the forks.
“They won’t starve us,” at least, Octavia hoped they wouldn’t. Otherwise she’d have to find a way to sneak in and steal food. That actually sounded fun. Perhaps she could drag Eve into that.

As if in answer to his other question, a green bag was tossed at the feet of Kommandant, unloaded from one of the ships, her name written in purposefully, overly elegant script. Octavia didn’t answer Eve with words, but went to the bag and pulled out a dress that was at the top of her pile of things. She held it up to her body, the skirt of the dress longer than her shorts,
“I was prepared,” she spun once, letting the fabric swish in the air, a pretty black hue, backless, halter, uneven skirt. It would have had color, but Volack seemed to be against color and expression—all the more reason why Octavia reveled in it. “It’s Volack’s fault for having such a short temper,” she tsked and let the dress fall back into her bag, “I can’t predict that.” This hadn’t been the plan at all, but she wasn’t about to complain about it. She took the fork up and moved to the pad to do the necessary job.

At least she had company.


~***~

Cephas seemed so disappointed with this news about an ‘Esti’. Andromeda had never heard him mention anyone, or anything, named Esti. She did not ask then what it was, considered she didn’t need to know. Certainly, she didn’t care enough to know.

Andromeda smiled at Inrin, though it was tight and never reached her eyes. That air of superiority clung to her even as she looked at a so-called older and more advanced alien. Andromeda was a narcissist where it mattered; humanity would always be superior. The interest of this alien only confirmed it, that again, humanity had exceeded the expectations of the universe at large.
“I could boast forever, but that is hardly polite, my dear…and we are among enemies, not friends,” the doors had opened to the decorated room, where plenty of diplomats were. Most were not friends or allies of the humans and halos. Secrets had to be kept close in a place such as this.

The woman walked away from Cephas and into the room on her own, the clack of heels following her to the diplomat’s table where she passed a smile to one Viyon she knew, and detested.


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« Reply #11 on: October 05, 2013, 01:20:59 am »
Eve smiled when she showed off her dress, catching his own small duffel-bag when it was tossed his way. "It's nice, but I think the shorts would have had even more impact on that crowd." He sat took the steps to sit at the foot of Echo, unzipping his bag to pull out a pair of black sneakers, dropping them on the concrete ground before pulling at the laces of his shoes. If he was going to spend the night in this hanger checking his Bracer, which he was more than happy to do, he was going to do it right.

He rolled the cuff of his dress pants up once, just enough to keep them from getting in the way and from getting dirty. His mother had taught him that when he was a boy. His father liked all his boys to look sharp but when Everett was small he loved to climb trees and sometimes even the sides of buildings- anything to get a little closer to the sky. When he came home with tattered hems and a dirty jacket his father would remind him what the ground tasted like. As a compromise, the world sent his mother with her soft words and even softer hands. She taught him to roll up his sleeves and the hems of his pants. To keep sneakers in his bag to switch out his dress shoes and to turn his jacket inside out when he took it off.

He tossed his socks and dress shoes into his bag and zipped it up again. She was already on her lift and rising up the side of Kommandant. "I think the boys are in for a surprise when they get to the buffet anyway." Eve thought allowed, hopefully for her amusement, stepping onto his pad and rising up the back left leg of Echo Havok, taking the fork and carefully going over each section.

"Somehow I doubt that Halos eat steak and potatoes." He smiled to himself. He reached out to touch a mark on the silver, likely a smudge but just as possibly a dent or a hole. His skin tingled and she whispered, Come back. His vision blurred and his body leaned forward, palm pressing into Echo to keep his balance. I didn't leave. He promised before swallowing and righting himself, drawing his hand away from the thin scratch. His hand shook so he rubbed it against his thigh.

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« Reply #12 on: October 05, 2013, 03:51:16 pm »
Inrin made small-talk. To him it wasn't falsehood, it was a bit of a study, and came with the novelty of new things. He drew from knowledge he had acquired from the social folders of the human files. They were full of human preferences, which was about as useful as a wish list from a toddler on how it should be treated. Luckily there were observational studies too. He enjoyed applying those subjects and themes on any human diplomat he could get a hold of, to see if doing so would yield predicted results. Humans were an attractive blend of completely basic - which made them pliable and controllable - and sufficiently advanced - that they may not always fall under adversary - this was why they were perfect dogs of war. This was also why Inrin liked them, and liked to be around them. He suspected it tickled him in the same way it did humans, to have menageries. His equals and many of those who thought they were, found his fascination amusing, and would humor him when they could. To choose him for an ambassador had been a given course of action.

"Ah true. So intelligent. What else did I expect from you?" he said as she walked away. He turned back to Cephas and nodded approvingly as she made her way. "I find her very attractive." But that wasn't all that he had in his arsenal. More human pressure points, fit for this level of conversation. "I should expect myself to spend a lot of money to please her. And she is no doubt physically strong too." Let's see. What else? "And I think that of people in the same bracket in society as her, she still is noticeable." He clapped Cephas on the shoulder and threw in a. "Impressive." for good measure. It was the word they wanted to hear, no?

Viyons appreciated proportions. Halo kind were considered beautiful among the civil races, and Anegast agreed, but with the appearance of humans on the universal scene, Halo had finally found their match. While the slender, crowned race seemed fit for traveling through space like a javelin, Humans were boxier, more robust. He liked looking at them, and how their evolution had taught them to move. Truly, a proportional Human was a perfect being. "Andromeda." he said when she sat down. "I was just now divining on the prettiness of your race. Do you ever wish you were male also? They are more even in design, don't you think? It must be so practical, this idea of beauty coming from the inside, and so beneficial for the Human females, yes?" Anegast lifted his ball of plasma to greet her before he took it to his lips, below his indented nose. The substance traveled through the membrane onto his tongue. "Not that any beauty of the Viyon court could hold up to you. And you're female! It's quite unfair. That is why we don't often promote images of your race in our files. And how are you?" Anegast was enamored by Andromeda, by all Human women, and their stark contrast to the magnificent males of their kind.

Silver had been too busy stuffing his mouth to do much small talk. He knew all these people anyway. It sure tasted like meat, these things. Everything was well copied, he supposed. He had never been of a fine enough palled to know. In his mind, he thought that the fibers in the chops were a little softer than that of real cattle. Too tender. They couldn't very well raise cows and pigs out here, just in the instance that Human might come to visit. No, this had to come from a printer of sorts, loaded with proteins and minerals. This all the bones in the supposed meat all the more decadent. The lettuce he believed, and maybe the bread.

"Where are you going, Son?" Brill asked. He probably knew already as one of the servers brought two boxes to the standing Aurian. Son was a nickname Silver had always liked. He'd yet to have the general use it, but prospects were good.

"Leave no smart-mouth behind." he said and winked as he carried the boxes past Volack's back. The man huffed to acknowledge the small deceit in a volume only Silver would hear. Silver took it as not needing to salute and started jogging away.

He arrived by a three-wheel maintenance vehicle at the giant machines soon. "Come and get it while it's hot, kids! Compliments of the universe itself, yo!"

Yurusa was well seated in his craft. In size, the runner towered over most bipedal medium warlings. Most of this added weight was due to the over-built perish-engine at the diaphragm of the robot. They had seen fit to equipt him with three silo boxes and a Granader's belt of hand-held weapons as well. He sighed in the steering central of his Runner, The Lance Ryker, and flipped the switch that would roll the gyros connected to the release of high pressure cannisters in Ryker's left arm. The limb raised with a hiss, gripping the nerve just above it, in this one chamber of Elba's many hearts. The current would be enough to activate the propulsion system in Lance Ryker and move it forward, without giving the Runner an energy output that was intrusive enough that either Elba or the sympath-systems could pick up.

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« Reply #13 on: October 12, 2013, 11:22:50 pm »
Octavia did chuckle at the consideration of the surprise, “Some of that alien food isn’t so bad, you know?” She’d eaten the strange things a couple of times, but did prefer the food from Earth to anything native to the Halos or other races of this world.

Eve got himself ready to check Echo, but Octavia was already prepared in her shorts. The dress was left abandoned atop her bag. She did not immediately step onto the pad, for there were the feet to check, things easily at her own level on the ground. The feet weren’t too damaged. No one ever really aimed to cause harm to the feet. The knees were worse off. Kommandant would never be as pristine as Echo Havoc.

No, it had to be dirty, it had to show off what it had survived.
‘Look at me.’ Kommandant shouted in her head. ‘Look at me!’ And Kommandant had a laugh so like her brother’s as It stood amidst wreckage, ruined buildings and machines. Kommandant was a narcissist, a braggart, but for good reason. Many times Octavia had been in that ship, sharing that demented smile only seen within the confines of Kommandant, and thinking that she was immortal. That It was immortal. It was a rush, a high, like no other.

Kommandant demanded that she never falter, a friendly rivalry imagined between machine and pilot that pushed Octavia through any and all pain felt.

Kommandant had probably been to the repair shop more than any other Bracer in existence.

Octavia was at the knees as these thoughts came, nearly forgetting that Eve was even there as she used the pad to move about the higher levels of Kommandant, to check for damages. Of course the machine went off now and then, and went ignored.
‘Battle of Verace.’ That’s where that dent at the knee came from. She remembered the one who inflicted it, too. She remembered how her own leg had felt broken, but that was simply it—a feeling. It wasn’t really broken. Mind over matter had forced Kommandant back to Its feet.

She could only grin at the memories of the battle scars, and was grinning as Silver returned.
“Oi, Eve! Told ya we’d get food!” She climbed atop the metal railing of the pad which was meant to keep her safely confined, and jumped off it to the ground, landing roughly as per usual. She straightened up, grinned at Silver, “You missed us,” she accused.

~***~

Cephas laughed as Inrin began to make his list of things Andromeda was, after being clapped on the shoulder. He stretched out his own arm to touch Inrin’s,
“My friend, if you like her, she is all yours,” Inrin would need quite a bit of luck with her. Xenophobic. “Andromeda and I are only, ah, partners in the business sense of the word.” He did glance her way, saw as a Viyon approached her and chuckled.

Truly, he liked Esti, though he couldn’t come out and say that. It wasn’t smiled upon, on Earth, to have such feelings towards any alien species, no matter how human they appeared.
‘You poor fool.’ That Viyon was definitely barking up the wrong tree from the offended look on Andromeda’s face.

Not that Andromeda liked Viyon’s to begin with. She tolerated the Halos because they were allies, but Viyons had set themselves up as the antagonists. Talks were already in place to eliminate the species, though of course, no one but Halos and Humans were aware of these talks.



The poor Viyon had made the mistaken by suggesting her form might not be a good one, that men had a better form. Andromeda bristled. She dealt with patriarchal bullshit enough on Earth. His name returned briefly, Anegast. She hadn’t dealt much with him in the past, or he might have known better. Of course, she’d not had much of a role except observer in these things.
“No,” Andromeda was short in her response, sharp. “I am fine, Anegast,” she reached for a glass of what she hoped was alcoholic, and brought it to her lips. It was polite to ask how he was doing, but she did not want to encourage conversation, so she simply took a drink to avoid saying anything further to him.

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« Reply #14 on: October 15, 2013, 02:58:02 pm »
He logged the scratch on the shin. Nothing important enough to warrant a sloppy fixing. He could take care of it when they got back. He found himself looking at it again, considering reaching out to touch the metal frame of Echo Havok again. It wasn't normal that he heard her from outside. This had been the first time. He stood their waiting for it to happen again, wondering if it could without him making contact with Echo. No voice sounded in his thoughts but his own.

Eve straightened when Silver's voice rang through the room of high ceilings and metal bodies. Octavia's voice answered and Everett looked back first before turning his whole body to see her climbing over the railing of her platform. Of course railing meant nothing to her. He had learned quickly over the years that Brill was the sort of person who considered barriers to be props rather than actual obstructions. It wasn't a bad quality in a pilot that he found himself beside on various occasions.

He leaned against the railing of his own lift, dropping the tool he'd been running schematics with into the metal holster built into the half cage around him. "Was the party that dull, Silver?" He asked, his pad slowly sinking back toward the ground. Eve wasn't one to hurry unless it was important or he was running late. It wasn't often that he was late. His life was perfectly balanced between well scheduled and flexible. Echo Havok was everything he needed. Each morning started promptly after five and half hours of sleep. Where he slept or which hours of the day that might be never quite mattered. He knew himself, what he could do and what he needed almost as well as he knew Echo.

He stepped off the lift and tilted his head to look at the food with a smile of interest. "Or did someone try to talk politics with you and you realized how much more fun a greasy hanger with Brill might be?"

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« Reply #15 on: October 22, 2013, 01:40:02 am »
Inrin was happy to have made it look as though he was interested in Andromeda. He would brag about it later. Surely, such casual acceptance of his performance was a compliment to its painted-on authenticity. How impressed the other would be, that he had fooled a human in his own social game. "Thank you kindly, Cephas. Of course I like her. Who would not?" He might as well spread it on thicker now that he was obviously doing so well. Ah, humans. They were truly underestimated. Allies in war, yes, but they were infinitely entertaining, too, if you had the properties to make the best of it. "You know, friend, I think I'd like to see your planet. I'd call it research, of course, as to not seem too leisurely, but to me it would be a vacation."

Anegast spoke to her and she seemed to respond. Inrin had a plethora of niceties prepared for Cephas, most of them leading toward the subject of war, but when he saw this opportunity in another, a deeper human experience, he couldn't resist. "And now I am jealous." he said, forgetting to match his expression to the mentioned emotion. He lowered his shoulders and let the corners of his mouth fall slightly when he remembered. "Because Andromeda that I like and should want to spend money on, is talking to another male." Oh, this was delightful. What else did humans say? Ah. Animosity toward the other party, who really had nothing to be faulted for other than being either polite or be of a better stock. They called it a sin, didn't they, in front of their own deities, but practiced it anyway? Inrin was almost giddy to indulge in such a well drawn paradox. "And Anegast, oh, I dislike him now."

Anegast lifted his orb again, when he saw that she chose a drink for herself. "We are the same, you realize? I am not among the pretties of my race either. I'm sure we all look the same to you, but we of course have our own primed features." He rolled the ball of plasm in his hand. "While my nose is perfectly inward, as you can see." he turned his side to her, so that she could discover it could not be detected from anywhere but in the front. "My head isn't nearly as big as it should be. The nose does not make up for this." He had some more before he put the ball down on the valved holder. "I suppose we are both fortunate that there are other things in life than aesthetics."

Silver lifted his chin to greet Eight as she touched down. The sound was acoustic. Elba was fantastic that way. Programmable metal should be able to do as much, he guessed. He hadn't felt that sorry for his friends, arriving here. These two looked perfectly at ease, not at all burdened by this punishment. While affection toward your Warling wasn't mandatory, almost every pilot developed a fondness to the machine that broke and thrived with them. A swordsman with only one sword, will cherish it. He cast a look at Kevlar Son. He imagined a current went through the golden veins of his battle companion, and he took the hallucination as affection, whether it was one-way or reacquainted - which should be impossible, according to the bot-doctors.

"Miss you guys?" he sneezed. "I come to feed you. So I suppose I did miss you, but like a master misses his dog." He frowned at his own joke. He actually had great affections for dogs. "I'm sorry to inform you that there were neither sausages or clams for either of us." Silver clipped his eyes in her direction once as he extended the box for her. Those eyes soon caught the laid out garment as he passed it. "What a pretty thing. Too bad you didn't get to wear it." he said without any hint of jest in his voice.

Eve came down next. He also received a box. Surely a packed lunch from that dining hall would be something else. Silver only now realized that he should have brought some for himself. It seemed a lot less social to hang out without eating too. "I do hate the politics." he admitted and then looked over at Octavia. "And this one here was supposed to be my date, so I felt kinda lonely." He passed Eve to pick up that damned fork and held it up to the light. "This thing is ancient. I can't believe they still keep them around."

Deity Hall spoke to Inrin just when he was making merriest with Cephas. This bond between Diety Hall and its emissaries had inspired and guided the technology that had become The Delta link between pilots in the Bracers. Cephas could tell when the Halo touched his own neck, a common idiosyncrasy among his race when they sought to concentrate. His eyes were grim when they looked at the human male again. The message to come was pointed by Elba's vibrations only shortly preceding pitched sounds from the walls themselves. Alarm. "Cephas, friend." the word sounded genuine now, that they both had a common purpose. Now it meant ally, and that was worth endlessly more to The Halo, than entertainment. "You have to dispatch your faster Bracers. Someone has left with some important information. I advice to destroy on sight."

The link between Octavia and Kommandant spoke first, since she was the most available, and told her that all Bracers in the room had received coordinates of the fleeing Runner, a standard quick machine of the Viyon race. Aurian looked around, confused, oblivious to that conversation. "What is all that noise? Didn't we hear this nose in training?" To those that had paid attention, it could be recognizable for what it was, a signal of warning, and to get ready.

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« Reply #16 on: October 26, 2013, 06:18:47 am »
Octavia stuck out her tongue at the poor joke, before taking her box from Silver. Food was food. She might have commented on the lack of clams or sausages, but a strange comment was said before she could. She glanced back at the discarded outfit, a new consideration of its worth in her eyes. It didn’t last. It was shrugged off as she took a seat on the metal ground. “There will be another day.” Might be easy to talk Silver into taking her to a bar. She’d wear the dress, he’d buy the drinks.

She opened the box, the heat of the contents coming out as steam. She didn’t care to examine what appeared to be some sort of noodle-thing. She picked up the side of bread and tossed it towards Silver, noting he had no box now that Eve was given his meal.
“Don’t fix what isn’t broken,” she said as she twirled her own fork, stabbing it down into the noodles and picking up a bit to enjoy. “Better than those fucking chopsticks,” how two sticks survived to this day, she’d never know. How two sticks even won out as utensils, she’d never know. Truth was, she had no idea how to use them.

“You can hang with us for a while. Just don’t stay too long,”
she couldn’t help the chuckle, ate another bite to try and stifle it. The jest still came, “God knows what punishment Volack will dish out for you.” She wondered if Volack knew just how much he was mocked.

Octavia continued to eat a little more, but the food wasn’t even lukewarm by the time something registered. She tensed, a hand lifted to her ear. She didn’t like to be disconnected. Even when the wires were off, there remained an earpiece to stay with the network—or so she said. It was to stay with Kommandant.
“Ugh,” she grumbled, pushed herself to her feet, abandoning the food. “Yes, we did hear it in training. To the Bracers, men,” she motioned in their general direction. “Coordinates have been sent to them. We have to chase and destroy a runner.” As if she’d ever consider capture. Things died when Kommandant was involved.

“You two should be able to get ahead of it,”
Kommandant was not as swift, but she’d make up for that when she caught up. Those two would make sure to put a stop to the runner’s running.

Octavia delivered no more orders. She sprinted away from the food and managed the leap that allowed her to grasp the metal bars of the pad. She pulled herself into it, and from there jumped up to the door in Kommandant’s side, taking hold of the handle, and with practiced hands and feet, balanced herself so she could open that door and enter into the Bracer, which awoke with her entry.


~***~

He had such a queer way of speaking, a strange flow that was not grammatically incorrect, but still wrong. Inhuman. Cephas did not mind it, and his grin widened as his suspicions were indeed confirmed by Inrin.
“You should come one day, friend,” he agreed. “Our professors take enough ‘sabbaticals’ to other planets. We really need to host more of you Halos on Earth now and then. I’d show you around—or talk Andromeda into it,” he cast a glance her way.

Oh, she was stiff. He was rather surprised the drink hadn’t been thrown into the face of the poor, foolish viyon.
“Don’t be jealous. She doesn’t like him at all,” Cephas reassured. “See how tense she is?” He didn’t know if the halo recognized human body language as easily. “Perhaps you can go save her from Anegast?” A chuckle.

Unfortunately, that was not to be realized. Something disturbed his friend. The amusement left Cephas’s eyes at the look. He was told to dispatch the Bracers.  He cursed,
“What are they thinking?” Who else but the Viyons, their enemies here? He cast a glance to Anegast, but did not head his way. No, he turned to leave Inrin without a word, to find Volack so he could give the command. He would know best who to reach and how. ‘I don’t see any of the pilots here.’ Weren’t they supposed to be here?


Andromeda was livid. The glass she held in her hand should have shattered under the pressure she was putting on it, but it did not.
‘Ugly?’ Had this fool, this inferior, truly just called her ugly? She hardly heard his rambling about his nose, certainly didn’t give a damn about it. Were she not a diplomat, had she the freedom to act as she liked, she thought his nose would have been pushed further inward to his face. Perhaps inside of it. Permanently.

“Fortunate indeed,” she ground out. In general, she could agree with the sentiment, but she would not consent that she was ugly. “Though I must wonder what you could possibly provide to anyone or anything.” The bitterness was not hidden. She didn’t think the viyon before her had any worth or any business being there at all.

Fortunately, she was disturbed. Alarms.
“What did you fools do now?” She was quick to blame him, them, without even knowing it was the viyons who were behind it.

She did know, of course. Intercepted messages had revealed to her what would occur here, and it was why she insisted the Bracers be brought along.


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« Reply #17 on: November 06, 2013, 01:26:41 pm »
Everett had smiled when he accepted the box, comfortable letting the other two dominate any conversation had. He opened the lid and looked at the contents briefly. As a child he had been a picky eater and if he was honest, he still was. No one would know that though because manners and necessity had won out over preference and personal comfort long ago. The corner of his mouth pressed with a smile he tried not to let out when he saw the way Brill stabbed at her food with that fork and cursed chopsticks. He picked his up easily enough but tried not to make a show of it.

He had just pinched a mound of what looked like noodles, but he was not planning to over-analyze, and began lifting them from the container. Brill tossed Silver her bread and he realized that the other man had not brought any food for himself. If Eve were a skeptical man he might have wondered if his noodle imitation was poisoned but he thought too much of Silver to expect him to do anything so underhanded- and with questionable noodles at that. His pale face leaned forward toward his food, dark hair falling over sharp jaw and toward dark green eyes. He was a breath away from his first bite of food all day when the alarm went off.

Silver asked questions and Brill started giving commands. He could have stuffed that bite into his mouth and chewed while taking those handful of long steps to Echo Havoc but that wouldn't have been Eve. He bent enough to drop the box without any of the food jumping out and then turned on his heel. If he had a different audience he might have at least acted bothered by the timing but Eve was never bothered by the chance to go home. Earth was a rock. Space was a sea. Echo was his home.

"Sounds like a plan." He called back to Brill.

When he was a step away the door in Echo Havoc's ankle slid open, he stepped in, and it closed as though it had never been there at all. Are we leaving? She whispered. He climbed up the leg. We are.

The cockpit was the same darkness it had always been. Nothing to see by, nothing to see. He wedged himself in and knew it all by feel. He knew where to stand because he had stood there a hundred times before. He pressed his shoulders back and held his arms out slightly to the sides. He leaned back into that metal skeleton that formed to his, cradling him in the dark. He felt Echo waking, or rather, he should say that he woke it. His spine tingled, burned and when he closed his eyes he could see. He could see in every direction around Echo Havoc, the schematic screens in pale light spread out in front of him, the silhouette of the bay walls and roof, the other Bracers and their stats, and there, far off, the blinking red light beyond all other obstacles that was his target.

Echo Havoc moved, the large doors of the bay already sliding open. Smaller than the others, it was no trouble to move between the sleeping giants and straight for that exit. There was no thought to ask who their target was or what they had taken from this event. It wasn't important. Orders were to chase and destroy. It would be a lie to say those orders didn't pull a smile at the corner of his lips. It was everything that had been trained for and above all else, it gave him the chance to move freely in Echo and to prove once again that they were invaluable.

Echo Havoc crouched outside, a giant kneeling. "Want to make it a race, Silver?" Eve invited before that body, as lithe as a monster could be, straightened and burst skyward.

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« Reply #18 on: November 06, 2013, 10:44:30 pm »
He supposed Octavia was right, in that the forks weren't broken. Many manual things were still the safest, though not entirely as effective as their updated counterparts. She would feel that way too, Kommandant being a Bracer of great strength first and foremost. He tilted his head her way when she spoke of chopsticks. He smiled at the object he was holding. He had to drop it quickly when she tossed him a morsel. A nod, thank you. As she mentioned Volack, Silver cringed as though the man had been present. When he realized that was not the case, he relaxed and chomped off a piece of the slightly steamed bun.

Silver stuffed bread into his mouth as he was hopping out of his shoes, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake on his way to Kevlar Son. Trust Eight to know what the signals meant. He chuckled to himself, spraying crumbs, and cackled in amusement when he was able to toss of his shirt, stepping into the head of his Bracer. As soon at the nodes awoke to his skin, the visor closed and the response of the body was triggered, lifting him into place. "Don't worry, Eight." he said into Delta. "We'll save some for you if you come soon."

Kevlar son, pristine and eager, woke and trampled off after Echo Havoc. The gold edges of his scales and plates, things that would outline his otherwise black warling, caught the gleam from Elba's ceiling as he gained speed and followed the smaller, famously swift machine. The deep space equipment fastened onto the original svelte formation of of the bracer had it hulking slightly. Careful, a voice whispered in his head and Silver smirked in return as he jumped out after the smaller machine. "I always am, M'am." he answered before the rockets mounted on Kevlar Son's forearms burnt fuel faster than recommended. It resulted in a thrust Silver quite enjoyed.

If he wanted to burn out the fuel and rely on momentum and the steering in the bracer itself to take him where he needed to be, he was sure that for a short moment he'd be able to pass Eve. That would not result in intercepting the target sooner, though. Instead he amused himself by flying feet first, arms bent and out to the side, keeping the burners away from the cockpit. They had been advised against this type of use on the standard size brazers with the rockets mounted on the arms, since that kind of flying would not be possible when gravity was involved. Volack had forbidden it. Silver had never seen any reason not to fly however you wanted in space, since air-resistance wasn't an issue.

To start a physical conflict between himself and Anegast. Ah, that would have been gloriously primal, Inron had thought. Would their guards refrain from using their weapons? Perhaps before it truly started, as they were rolling up their sleeves and spitting, either of them could tell the surrounding what was happening. There was a tradition of martial arts for both races. A kind of ritual for The Halo, which utilized long motions and quick snaps while Viyon race relied on their speed and ability to climb. They also had wide mouths and better use of their teeth. All prospects at this glorious debacle were laid aside, of course, then the issue had come, and he and Cephas would have to mobilize. Impressive, how quickly they contacted and sent their warlings.

"Why, we have done nothing." Anegast insisted at Andromeda, looking around to see the commotion the stressful sounds has caused. He was not as much of a dullard to the human chemical anatomy as Inrin, even though the sapiens had different customs than his own. He'd noted the tension in her, and had decided to drop the subject on her being or not being ugly for now. Though Viyon kind were sooner to praise beauty than punish lack thereof, there existed individuals on his planet, too, that thought proudly of their own genetic combination, and wouldn't be called anything less than what they thought they were. "This is troublesome." His own vice might show, when he drank the orb empty in one sip. "I would have wanted to speak more."

Once orders were sent out, and the Bracers were dispatched, he gestured for her attention again. "What is the word, Andromeda?" He knew, of course, what the truth was, having helped Yurusa with the blueprints after they had discovered the ill will set in motion by The Halo. He did not know, however, what they had made of Yurusa's escape. Long since, Anegast had been prepared to suffer for this particular plan. The doctors that were connected to their own warlings had seen fit to equipt some of the vessels leading to- and away from his brain with thickening agents, to provide him with an aneurysm, triggered by a certain thought, if questioning became too hard.

Yurusa was well aware of his pursuers. They were flickers thanks to the tech sent out by Elba, but he wouldn't have gotten this assignment if he didn't at least to know how to detect things without the usual help. He had been running for as long as he could. The next burst-buoy was not supposed to be found. He would have to make a stand or forget about delivering. The pouch on his forearm was still secure. For now. The controls hummed to life and he turned his vehicle. Two of them. Three in a moment.

Lance Ryker, military green for warfare on their well-grown home world, turned and choked it's rockets. The massive head stared at Echo Havoc with it's black twin visors. The Gunner belt let loose a nitrogen ampule and a metallic hand took it, flinging it at the coming bracer. The pilot would be able to avoid its trajectory, of course, if he or she was half decent, but maybe not the frozen foam that would expand like spears out of the container. Ryker had run through many an enemy with this weapon.

It wasn't too hard to know which side of the stabbing cloud the small, fast warling would be, so Ryker made sure to fly on the opposite side, aiming for the second to arrive.

"Echo Havoc, you alright?" Silver spoke into Delta when he saw the medium-to-large runner emerge around the frozen formation. With some loud vibrations and screeches to Kevlar Son's hull, the rockets were unclasped and thrown at the opposer. Two small rounds and the the last of the photo voltaic cells were ignited, giving Ryker a hot welcome. With a gasp Kevlar Son let go of the speed plates and rushed through the billow of fire to aim an ultimately missing blow at the head of the other robot, who slid backward in time, far back.

Black ribs opened, like a spider spreading its legs on Kevlar's chest, the silos exposed showing explosive teeth before they were sent away, curls of blue-tinted smoke following to try and encase the green giant. Those blue fingers, nails in black and chrome, managed to catch but not hold the runner before it did that, ran, and the concerto of explosions mushroomed out. "Alright, Eve, if you're still with us, he's all yours." Silver looked at the relay for the backward scanning plates. "You coming or what, Kommandant?"

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« Reply #19 on: November 07, 2013, 11:07:02 pm »
Every bracer had its advantages. Echo Havoc and Kevlar Son were fast, with Echo being an interesting model just in how it was controlled. Kommandant, to the untrained eye, was nothing but a tank. It did resemble those old models which were nothing special, just machines of war with ammunition and armor.

Kommandant was special, though. Kommandant had been an experiment in energy manipulation for ammunition and, partially, shields. The theory was to manipulate this biological energy into whatever was necessary. Octavia did not often waste time perfecting defenses. Offense was the best defense. If her own energy was going to be fed to the machine, she’d not waste an ounce.

The rockets were fed by this energy, and Kommandant went dashing off after the other two, but they did get ahead of it. Space was a vacuum, but everything was loud to her. Octavia was no dullard; her mind ran with strategies as she listened in to the sounds coming from the others. The target was engaged. The target lashed out at Eve.

Soon Octavia could see the ice. She saw the trails of the rockets out of the corner of her vision, but her direction was to cut ahead as the Runner twisted its form to run, escape.
‘Over my dead body.’ She said nothing to Silver.

Octavia could be unnervingly silent in combat, paranoid the enemies could hear what was said over the connection.

Kommandant’s body lit with the energy, blue Sansior scales adding the eerie color to an otherwise clear light. The energy was quickly channeled to the hands, and Kommandant didn’t stop to ensure aim as it threw its arms out in the direction of the running. The energy broke off in pieces, pushed forward through space towards Ryker, hundreds of now-clear light in a wide burst. All Octavia wanted was to hit it, to startle and jar it, because Kommandant didn’t stop moving.

If she was successful in the action, then she hoped to put Kommandant in front of the Runner and bring down the energy sword that was already starting to form in Kommandant’s right hand, more and more energy being fed into its creation. Eve was guaranteed nothing from Octavia. She didn’t play at such games in combat. Kill or be killed. There was no honor to worry about, no dibs, just victory.


~***~

Andromeda did not dare confess she knew better to Anegast. She simply wrinkled her nose in disbelief. She did not wish to speak more, but he did ask for the word.
“The Runner shall be killed. This is Viyon technology,” she noted to him, implicitly suggesting his guilt, his involvement. “Pray that is not what is found within the runner.” For three bracers would easily out maneuver a mere runner.

She walked from him to join Volack and Cephas, touching Volack’s arm as she gave the general an inquiring gaze. He knew, for she had told him, the purpose.
“They will succeed?” She needed the reassurance. If the runner escaped, she’d have a lot of answering to do back home. The plot could have been stopped, after all, without it going through. It never needed to come to this point given her foreknowledge. 

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« Reply #20 on: November 09, 2013, 06:43:10 pm »
The foam burst, turning to long growing spikes of ice in the black, stretching and reaching for Echo Havok even as the small giant moved to avoid. Small propulsion rockets were positioned on the front of Echo's shoulders as well as his back behind where shoulder blades might be on a man. They responded in time with Everett's thoughts, driving him away from the stretching blades until he could turn himself into one of the larger ones, grabbing hold and latching on as the last of the ice formed. There was a moment of stillness, of silence.

Eve... She whispered and he could hear the worry and the question in her voice. Every thing is alright. You're going to be fine. He assured just before he heard another voice, this one real. "Fine." He replied in the Delta.

Echo pushed away from the ice and moved near silently around the mass, coming up on the other side of it just as it sought to flee, just as Brill winged a shoulder to stop that retreat and take it's attention again. "Looks like Kommandant is a little faster than we gave her credit." He muttered the thought over the Delta just as that lithe body darted forward. Blades slide from right forearm to create swords attached to arms, the edges glowing a sharp gold with molten heat.

The runner turned fast but only with enough time to lift a deflective arm. The blade struck down and the gold sparked yellow light when it collided with that thick green metal arm. There was a brief groaning of metal and squeal of heat before Echo's arm finished the stroke down and out to the side. That arm drifted in the black.

Eve flicked a gaze to that growing blue from Kommandant and had the good sense to kick the runner away and propel Echo back to the side. He liked Brill enough and trusted her to do her job, that didn't mean he trusted her to care if he was hit the crossfire.

In what Eve would imagine was a last fit of panic the runner fired wildly at Kommandant with that remaining limb. It distracted from the green chest plates opening up and the barrel there gathering energy for a blast of its own.

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« Reply #21 on: November 30, 2013, 01:16:00 am »
The destruction of Ryker's arm had been the turn of the battle. The old system of relaying damaged to the warling ghosted and flickered outside of its original level, which mean the conveying chock was a little stronger than it should have been. That couple with the stress of Ryker turning reflexively with the trauma of being mutilated resulted in the capsule being crushed open on Yurusa's forearm. The purple pest darted quickly, dispersing like any gas, to flee into the circuits of the rebuilt runner.

It was good luck, then, that the taking of the arm had happened before the intensity of the pain-system. Yurusa understood the gravity of the situation, not just for himself, but for the tide of a war that had yet to see physical birth. He'd punched the Tsar canon into charging. If he could have avoided it, he didn't want to hurt anyone here today. Now annihilating everyone present was the only way out of interstellar conflict that he could think of. As the chest charged and shot out to cancel the traveling energy sent his way by the hulking Bracer, Ryker used its remaining arm to undo the heavily armed belt to throw it into the crossfire of the residual energy rays, since the output of Kommandant was larger than what Ryker could muster in such a small time. The Tsar cannon was only able to absorb part of Kommandant's attack.

The belt arched in its trajectory, finding ignition from the bursts meant for Ryker. Yurusa took a last whip of energy to his chest, and felt it fully, the relay burning his skin and opening it. Ryker lifted it's feet, firing thrusters to get away from the pending explosion, and managed only barely to be traveling in the opposite direction when the core missiles lit, and caused a chain of reactions to undo the heavily stuffed belt. Yurusa could feel the searing pain in his back, as though Ryker needed to remind him of his failure.

"You don't understand, Humans." he hissed into his own com, sure they'd be able to hear him through the Delta.

Aurian was already traveling toward the explosion. He hadn't seen what kind of damage it had done to his friends. The belt had been half way between Kommandant and Ryker when it blew up. Now everything was vapors and embers. He thought it was odd that he could feel the heat of it all on his skin, having made no such adjustments on the relay on Kevlar Son. He shook it away and continued to look for his comrades. "No you don't understand, if you think you're leaving in pieces larger than atoms." he bit back into the translating Delta.

Silver was able to twist around just as Ryker and all his innate running speed shot at him. Kevlar Son curled to avoid the blade to its legs. This Runner was trying to keep him from fleeing, as though that would be an option, to come back with his tail between his legs, beaten by a one armed Bracer, designed originally for flight rather than fight. There were two daggers in Ryker's back as it passed underneath Kevlar Son, courtesy of the empty sheaths in the black Bracer's shoulders. The gold vibrated with the light left from the explosion and Silver took some distance from the enemy. The propulsion pack wouldn't take Ryker anywhere, anymore.

In a show of surprising agility, the green machine reached one of the daggers that had ruined it's chances for escape and sent it toward Silver, who had pushed his machine to crash toward Ryker. Silver decided avoiding the projectile would severely diminish his chances of landing a melee blow, so he offered up Kevlar Son's forearm for the dagger, which stuck true. The Bracer coiled and thrusters stopped it's advance when Silver felt a pain obliterate his left arm. The right metal fingers squeezed around the intrusion, Kevlar Son expressing its pilots pain as Ryker got further away. "Oh no, you don't!" Silver called into Delta and released a massive current from the green visor, perishing a great amount of volatile electricity in a eclectic but sure, emerald, continuous lightning toward the dagger that was still left in the unlit outlet of Ryker's back. The dagger was a homing conductor, with bridge capacity, and lead the current easily through Ryker's hull and metal innards, rattling and sizzling the machinery.

Anegast gave the appropriate worried look to Andromeda. "Surely we'll know soon. This is distressful for all of us." It was a sharp blade he had to navigate on. He could not seem too uncaring about this matter, it was grave for all the races involved, and yet he couldn't seem guilty either. Concern and worry should suffice for now.

Volack was standing up. His role was to be a control center of some kind, it would bad if he left in such a hurry that he seemed distressed, lest he upset the more dainty guests. He had faith in his soldiers. They wouldn't be worth very much if they couldn't catch a single Runner. The large man nodded. His job was to be stoic now. Volack always did his job. There was talk of some kind of strange signal coming from Delta, as though something was riding that supposedly sure connection. He didn't pay it much mind. "Yes, Andromeda. They'll solve this. It is what they do."
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« Reply #22 on: November 30, 2013, 02:14:45 am »
Wild shots were fired. There was a glowing in the chest. All of this, Octavia recognized, but the charge was made and she was betting against a clock. She had won before in these gambles, after all. One clean slice of the blade and the bracer before her would be toast.

The shots lifted, and Octavia put energy into a quick thrust rather than defenses. It was a move she would come to regret as she saw the belt removed. The blade came down, but the timing was bad. Instead of hitting true, it was engulfed in the energy of the cannon. The blade’s own energy disintegrated, and Kommandant was left wide open for the cannon to strike against.

It was a searing pain that twisted Kommandant’s body to match that of Octavia within, a cry quite literally bit back as she arched her neck, head up, fists clenched. She understood what the belt was, but rather than give the order to the machine to flee, she instead pushed energy out from Kommandant to act as a shield and keep the explosion contained so that it would not get back to her allies.

It was bitten into with each explosion, Kommandant struck by that chain reaction as well. Octavia felt consciousness briefly fade before her eyes as she saw the blue and silver bits of Kommandant hover in space before the machine. Sad smile.
‘Sorry.’

‘Hey! Come on, that doesn’t hurt! Get up!’

“Urgh.”
Breath released. Octavia hung limp in the machine, Kommandant hung limp in space. They shook their heads as the one within regrouped, pain searing where Kommandant smoked and bled. That thing spoke in the Delta. This was exactly why she didn’t use it in combat, to communicate with her partners. “Fucking hell, Kommandant, are you that weak?!” Octavia demanded, feeling and forcing Kommandant to drain energy from her. She’d never admit it, but she’d give to Kommandant until she herself died.

‘Feast.’


Blue energy wrapped around it, rapid healing. It was not good healing, mostly using heat to close up wounds to metal and flesh. Green lightning danced out of the corner of her vision and she saw it was Silver striking back at the Ryker.
‘Fuck you, Silver.’ Not that she could really blame him. There were no rules of dibs in her mind, after all.

‘Less than atoms,’
she mentally agreed, skeletal fingers that had held the blade pushing out towards the suddenly rigid and electrified bracer. A look at her own fingers confirmed flesh was still there. Of the two, she was used to this sensation more, used to getting hit, but even she acknowledged something was off.

A grin graced her lips, almost inhuman, as she flexed fingers she imagined singed of flesh.
‘Sounds good.’ Blue energy left like fire from her to strike the machine. Its lack of a concise form revealed the lowered energy of its pilot. If it struck, it would act like fire, one big wave of damage which would leave remnants behind to feed on its new host, to eat away at its energy and grow to consume it if left unchecked.

But gods, how it hurt, far more than it ever did! Rather than cry out again, Octavia laughed when the energy left her. The pain of its loss was more than she expected. The less energy she had, the more difficult it was to ignore the pain. The laugh was a manic sound to force strength into her own mind, or at the very least insanity.


~***~

Andromeda showed relief. Though she believed in Volack’s soldiers, she still liked the verbal confirmation of his own faith in them
. “Good,” a breath. He looked a touch distressed, though. Perhaps that was to be expected, given his role. He could not be there to ensure the soldiers would be all right.

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« Reply #23 on: December 08, 2013, 01:29:24 pm »
There was a split second when he saw the Runner remove a belt and move its arm to hurl it into the cross fire. A split second in which Everett and Echo were stuck in that middle, limbs frozen. The first instinct was to move forward, to rush toward his comrade and the pending explosion in some attempt of heroism and then there was the second instinct. Echo Havok was not built like Kommandant. He was built for speed and agility, for evading hits rather than taking them.

He might have liked to say there had been logic to the choice not to rush into the flames and take the lashing with Brill, but the truth- the truth he would never speak- was in the soft voice echoing inside Echo. Will I die today? She whispered in the back of his skull and he hurt for the resignation in her fragile voice. She was almost ready for it. Not quite as frightened as she had been when he first linked with Echo. The only problem was that Everett was not ready to let her go.

It wasn't his life he risked or fought for. It wasn't even the suit of flesh and armor. It was that voice and her remains.

In that split second, Echo Havok did not move forward or back. He could not risk dying in the lash of that explosion but he could not flee either. Arms came up to cross in front of face and chest, eyes closed, and light and heat roared past, throwing the machine creature tumbling back into their endless arena.

His senses flickered but the first thing he registered was discomfort and then the honing of pain. His skin throbbed, burned and when he exhaled inside Echo he half expected to see steam curling off his lips. Blue eyes opened, blood shot and dilated. The black of the cockpit greeted him and his head turned slowly to the side.

She was standing there beside him, staring at him. He had never seen her before, not really, but he knew her as well as he knew himself. His mouth opened but he could only suck at air, his ribs aching and making her breaths hurt. She looked back at him, dark eyes in a round face. He watched her mouth move but heard her words inside his head. What have you done? she shook her head, tears gathering in those browns eyes. Brown like her hair, haphazardly bound back. She was wearing a pilot suit. You're damned. Her words continued in his head but he still watched her mute mouth moving. You'll have to die with me.

Everett smiled slowly. His cheek hurt, as though it had been sunburned. He rolled his head away from her. "Thank the gods." He murmured back. "But not today." He closed his eyes and saw the settling of ruin in the black of space around Echo Havok. Slowly he shuddered to life just in time to watch Kommandant unleash a wave of power. It didn't seem right, something about the movements of the massive beast weren't normal.

He couldn't stay by her side, moving instead to follow the blade toward Silver and their target. "Brill, if you're dying in there you should let us know." He called over the Delta. He knew she hated to use it and wouldn't put it past her to perish in the damn thing rather than call for help. "We'd love to give you a few last words." He smiled around the words and then cringed, his cheek still hurt. Strange. Everything still hurt, his skin humming with awareness.

Still, he kept his eye on their target. Once they got this traitor finished they could deal with their damages and repairs. Some things can't be repaired. She told him and he shivered because this time he could have sworn he felt her breath curling against the side of his face, making that burn pulse.

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« Reply #24 on: December 08, 2013, 04:57:15 pm »
The pain in his arm felt almost poisonous, throbbing loudly as the strength inside his body diminished rapidly. It was a metaphor for how Kevlar Son was feeling, he knew, as the green charge was meant to turn of machines and not destroy physically. If he was able to bypass all the wiring and grounding, if you could call it that in space, he'd even been able to take out pilots with it. But using it as an offensive weapon to the hard parts had been foolish and an act of hubris. He'd drained his own Bracer of too much of the available energy. He'd know this even without the sensors, as the Dermis jacket was getting cold. Heat was only rerouted if energy was low.

Silver lifted his head and bathed his dark eyes in the blue light of Octavia's signature attack. Ryker was blossoming in that sheen. "You have to get away!" the pilot called through the usual communication frequency, far away from their Delta. Silver thought that it was odd but soon focused on his arm instead, as did Kevlar Son, in a response to the impulse. The hull was undone, and the wiring underneath leaked out in a revealing manner. They were as complex as any organism, the Bracers.

It wasn't the worst Kevlar Son had seen. Octavia and Eve would never let him hear the end of it if he cried over this. Silver shot out his analytics toward the burning Ryker. It was supposed to be a long escape, judging by what was hidden inside the hull. "The fuel!" he said, finding well charged crystals in their usual formation, radiating out from a circle. More than half of them were still fully charged, and the damage was of course getting to the stabilization protocols. "It has crystals! Get back!" This must have been a plan B of sorts, if escape hadn't been possible. Whatever they'd made away with, it was important enough to get blown up for.

Yurusa stared bitterly at the controls as they one by one informed him they were ceasing in function. This wasn't good. He dismounted from his seat and floated toward the emergency gyros. All he could do at this point was try to contain the weapon. They were all infected, he could feel his own malady by the onslaught of simulated fire on his skin. His small hand crushed the ceramics around the lever that would disengage all the clasps and isolating walls between the crystals.

Silver saw the walls retract and gasped as the crystals started to resonate in tune with each other. His image of the crystals didn't include cracks, but the vibrations were well over any charging crystal's limit. "Eve! No time! Help me get Octavia out of here!" he called into the Delta before perishing energy into his thrusters, sending him forward, past the blue inferno they had been pursuing. He was going to tackle Kommandant, and hold on while he continued to spend all of his fuel out the strongest propulsion outlets.

He wasn't strong enough to get a good speed by himself, but between Kevlar Son and Echo Havoc, they could flee faster than Kommandant could. There was also a point to be connected to Octavia when they ran out of energy, as they could leech off her until they got back to the base.

Yurusa screamed when the ball of energy exploded outward from within the circle of the crystals. It was a real agony, but it didn't last for long. The Vyion was undone before he could think very much about the pain. Ryker bubbled and bulged in the heat of the released force of the shattered crystals. The ballistic reaction stretched out, aiming to eat everything in its way.

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« Reply #25 on: December 08, 2013, 05:23:25 pm »
It was burning. Octavia’s laughter died away with that sight, a coldness washing over her that she was all too familiar with—cold satisfaction. Perhaps she should see a therapist for the pleasure she took in destroying other lives, but it was part of the job description. ‘Die screaming.’ She was waiting for it, for this thing that communicated across the Delta, not heeding the warning that came from Silver at first.

Move? Why would she move? She wanted to see the explosion.

Last words? Octavia smirked. Kommandant shook his head in answer.
‘Not dying.’ Not yet. She could stand on her own, even as her flesh seemed frozen. Odd, considering it had been burning. It seemed as if she was just standing in space herself, in the cold nothing, waiting. 'You don't need to worry.'

It wasn’t Eve, though. Silver called out again.
‘Of course it does.’ But Silver sounded more panicked than he ought to. Octavia soon saw why. Her mouth creased as a sneer came upon her face. She hated this one. She hated everyone she fought, developed a reason for it, but she really hated this martyr. She spoke into the Delta. “I hope it was worth it,” before Silver suggested something absolutely stupid.

She bit down on her bottom lip to stop the verbal protest. She wasn’t sure both Bracers had the strength to get Kommandant away at a good speed.
‘I can survive this, I can get far enough away on my own.’ But he moved already, and she wouldn’t thwart him. That would be dangerous for all. Kommandant was tackled, pulled forward by Kevlar Son. The embrace hurt her sides. “If you wanted a hug that bad, you could have asked.” Humor, the only way a soldier ever survived.

Ah, but then came that scream, that delightful scream, and Octavia didn’t bother stifling the giggle that escaped as she heard Yurusa’s pain. She didn’t use Kommandant to look backwards, to see if they were all about to be engulfed themselves.
‘You’re both idiots.’ She’d pout, she’d be annoyed, but she was appreciative of the efforts despite herself. Within, she relaxed, tension rolling off her. To the places where she hurt, she sent energy, but she also sent it out to be transferred. Her eyes shut as Kommandant was pulled along. The others might need it to go faster and recover, as well.


‘It’s ok now. They’re all gone now.’


He had such a cute voice for a killing machine.

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« Reply #26 on: December 13, 2013, 02:28:20 pm »
Eve was moving toward Kevlar Son and the runner when those translucent screens that hung in space around him for his eyes alone lit up. An alert that only barely sounded before Silver cried out with new commands. Kevlar Son turned fast and flew faster.

What's wrong? She whispered, sensing the panic but not connected to the screens or information relay. She was a part of Echo Havok but she was not Echo Havok. He often thought of her as a passenger. Only she could not leave and she felt everything Echo felt. She would die the day he failed, the day he let Echo Havok fall.

He didn't answer her this time. Thrusters shut down for a second, body swiveling before they lift up again with more force and a new target. He moved along the other side of that flame. He heard the runner scream and Brill laugh. It was chilling and exhilarating at the same time. His skin felt raw with nerves and his chest tight, hugged by the force of the universe around him.

Eve snorted, his teeth clenching. "I think you might owe us real hugs after this." He muttered.

Kevlar Son hit Kommandant first, pushing her back and starting away only to having Echo Havok catch up seconds later. The darkness of space behind him flaring with the explosion and all of his screens and sensors flared with new alerts, panics and reports. He grabbed one of Kommandant's arms with one of his, the other hand pressing against the larger vessel's chest to push her full force. Shoulder and neck into metal and Eve could have sworn he felt it against his own flesh, rough metal and war scars grating against his skin.

The heat from the explosion chased them and he felt it licking at his back, welting skin beneath his suit.