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Doc saw the woman running down the corridor. It was unusual considering the lock down. His com link was off so he had no idea it was her but he became suspicious.
That's when he heard it coming over Joseph's pad. It was her.
Doc had the stun rounds locked and loaded and his aim was center mass in her chest. He really didn't want to shoot her. He wanted to give her the chance to surrender. He said to Joseph as he aimed, "Either she gives up or she'll be out for the next twelve hours."
Joseph stood, holding his hand out, palm flat, indicating Doc and Skarsi hold. It was simple, yet clear, "give me time".
Doctor, Skarsi, please..
He rotated his shoulders, preparing for the worst. It had been a while, but hopefully it wouldn't have to come down to it. Did things ever go his way though, not usually. It doesn't hurt to prepare for anything, and he was surely stronger than the young woman stood before him. If push came to shove, he could pin her down long enough for someone else to take over.
Miss Northernland. The case against you is indeed strong. Plain and clear camera feed footage. You may claim it's falsified.. hmm, that's a point.
He turns, looking at the datapad sitting on the small table still
Auto. Run standard checks please. Any fragmentation of the feed, cuts and chops, possible joins. You know the drill, send it back to Helix if you must.
Yes Councilman
Wait, did that datapad just talk? Ah yes, it must be an AI, a fragment brought in with Joseph for recording purposes, updating Runner records. Joe seemed a thorough man, this must just be another of his little quirks
It's clean. Only start and end points to cut it for your viewing.
Thank you Auto.
He turns back to Olivia, still standing before him
Now, it's not falsified, so we have undeniable proof, so i have but one question. Why?
These people around you, they are your fellow Zoners. Your quarrel is not with them. If you feel so strongly you must pick up arms, then turn not against your brothers, turn against the criminals and unlawfuls that threaten our way of life on a daily basis.
I know many act out of fear, perhaps you do now...
He turns walking towards the window, looking out to the stars, watching the small clashes, the capital vessels trying to get away. It saddens him, his face shows he is clearly disappointed in all around him, Zoner and Order alike. Few would tell he has hopes for a truly peaceful galaxy. A united Sirius, but they are but twinkles in his eyes, impossible dreams of far off days. The disappointment returns as he continue to speak
... but there is no excuse for firing on a fellow Zoner. I know our friends the Discordians act out of fear. They fear what the Order would do to their people, caused by the orders own fear. They have locked us here, out of fear of what some may do. The Order act out of fear, of what may happen if the Nomads reach their full power again. Skarsi acts out of fear, of how his people will be treated. Admiral Golanski will act out of fear, of a potential threat to humanity. The Templars act out of fear, of finding those who might harm them inside these walls. The Order agents act out of fear of letting down humanity, those they vowed to protect. And you.
He turns, walking towards her
You act of fear. You attacked the Templar and ran, to me who has stood and stated i will not accept the actions of either party here. Why?
He has come close. His face close to hers, his voice drops to almost a whisper
Why? What do you have to fear? Why do you choose me to protect you? I could hand you over to the Templars, they'd be a lot worse than me, so why?
He stands straight, stepping back, crossing his arms and waiting, the disappointment mixing now with curiosity. His methods are unorthodox, perhaps shocking a few, but he has laid his thought process out before all. Now, he stands, expectantly. Giving Olivia her final chance
'George' had taken step aside from the scene, watching it from a distance in the same seemingly disinterested stare. In ways more than enough he didn't care for the chaos ensued, all this shouting and raw emotions, anger and self-assuring delusion speeches were distant to him. He calmly took the seat at the corner as a templar guard had asked to.
In his mind it came back to the board stretching out into horizon, countless figures arranged across smaller isles, some bearing certain familiarity to a number of prolific individuals but most were various odd geometric shapes. But however chaotic even the current situation may seem much of it had already been accounted for. For a moment wondering if one of his guests had remembered, some Captain Kierin it was. Predictions and collisions were set in motion across years. For it takes only a gentle push into a right direction. A minimal effort and the subject sometimes doesn't even notice having the course slightly changed. By the time realization occurs they are already bound onto collision courses. But as they pass across the boundaries each other, entering one's sphere of influence and exiting it at a different angle and velocity of thoughts, affected by the gravity of decisions and opinions, each passage and bounce adds up to the previous. Adding ideas, subtracting opinions, multiplying emotions and dividing affections. Minds like Kierin's are particularly fragile to the 'touch'. Although not every figure makes it through these bounces, some prematurely fall off the course and escape the pull, drifting away until they're all but gone, others never continue their path and strong pull of another makes em a satellite dangling around that person. But true perfection were the individuals whose path had been meant to pass through numerous spheres of influences, attractors and detractors, all without need of a single act of intervention to take one off the path or had its polarity changed.
He'll collect what is due, one way or another. All the pieces are falling into making their last moves. But should waiting for outcome alone not suffice for the outcome desirable... his 'friends' were waiting outside, veiled from the sight of eyes of men and machines. Gentle persuasion attempts have not gained the result and boundaries of patience exhausted. Our good Doc Holliday will either make the Choice required or face the consequences.
Professor Carlisle was utterly lost in the maze of corridors leading to the docking bays. A few, armed Templars passed him by without even letting Carlisle have a chance at asking for directions. Without even the slightest thought, Carlisle turned right on at the next interval. There he found Doc and Skarsi, weapons drawn, with a group of people.
"Oh dear... it seems they're occupied."
He quickly turned around and took a left, continuing further down the previous corridor.
"Professor! Found you at last!", shouted somebody from behind the Professor. It was Bannon escorted by two Templars.
"Ah! Bannon! I was just about to look for you..."
"Come quickly, Professor. This way, you're going the other way.", Bannon quickly urged the Professor to move. They arrived at the 2nd floor balcony of main domed atrium where they witnessed Templars at the main floor, heavily armed, escorting some of the people out of the area. Carlisle looked up and saw his ship, the Chao's.Eyes.
Primarily a research and reconnaissance vessel, the Chao's.Eyes has been retrofitted with military-grade turrets. Professor Carlisle initially fought against the installation of these high-energy weapons but due to the threat that the Gallic forces posed on Baffin, he was forced to resign himself.
"Yer old friend, Doctor Van Mojo, asked ye to accompany him. He wants to talk 'bout the thinga-majig ye folks installed on the Perse.", Bannon said as the party traversed the atrium balcony.
"Thinga-majig... Oh!... I remember now.", replied Carlisle as they exited the main domed atrium. A few moments later, they arrived at the other docking bay area and were able to board a shuttle.
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Doc sat behind the sites of a rifle, waiting to see if the suspect would surrender or flea. As he did, his rage began to just boil. If he a hard time controlling one thing, it was his temper and it again got the better of him. He lowered the rifle and came out from his cover in a rage.
"So is this discussing Gallia?" he asked aloud, "Is this what I came here for? No, I didn't plan on Golanski crashing the party and issuing demands but I also didn't plan for.........THIS!"
He walked into the open a bit, looking towards Skarsi, "Mal didn't build all of this as a measure of war, which is exactly where we're heading. He turns over in his grave and I failed by turning the reigns over. At least while I ran things, order was kept."
He snorted, "Maybe I'm a lousy Discordian after all."
He addressed everyone. "So we fight amongst ourselves and take up arms with the Order? Golanski may need an evaluation but it makes me sick to my stomach to see this."
He looked back at Skarsi, "Because if this is the new TAZ, if this is how it's going to be, I am out! I've worked too hard to watch my assets become targets."
He reached into his pocket and retrieved his com link and turned it on, "Commander Schmidt, prepare to receive my pod."
With that, he stormed out to his old office where a pod awaited him, his face red with anger.
As time passed and swirled around the dunes of quantum dysentery, with a vigorous force and chaotic discord tantamount only to the screaming subventions of orgiastic madness and nonsensical nonchalance that erected inside this station's bowels like the blunt pheromones of a monster swayed, Robert d'Autoine still sat amidst the deck which separated his vessel from the rest of the metallic plating that formed the backbone of this station's mass.
It seems that all this time was dedicated towards the art of exchanging different forms of expressions, views, glares and gazes with his compatriots who still sat inside the vessel. Awkwardly for him, he was designated, without his consent, whatsoever, as not only the Commonwealth's primal leader but the scapegoat nonetheless, a Satan covered in the purple linings of Satin in more than just resemblance and role.
Taking the initiative however, Robert oblivious tried to search for the room where the meeting would take place, unaware of the chaos which unfolds, a chaos that would make the darkened serpents sneer in delight. He was wandering throughout the corridors along his somber leopard which followed in his footsteps.
On his way he caught notice of a person, who appeared bamboozled at his arrival, but before a retort could be elaborated, that individual disappeared as soon as he arrived.
Still, he resumed his walk of proud and imperious unconcern, enjoying with fraudulent eyes, the architecture and objects that could be seen, hoping that he'd stumble upon someone.
(08-10-2015, 07:03 PM)Antonio- Wrote: King Eduard is the greatest
TAZ:"a kidnapping? what are you talking about? and who are you?"
Dankien looks like slightly upset.
Dankien:"I'm Dankien Moebus, the last leader of the ZTC/Omicroners. I am talking about TAZ suddenly disarming everybody in the meeting room, block all communications and preventing anybody to leave the station."
TAZ:"this is an emergency measure, to ensure the security of all"
Dankien:"it's more like you have provoked the Order and you don't know how to face it. Some bad tongues would even say that you are using non-TAZ zoners as a human-shield against a possible assault from the Order... (Dankien makes a pause and continue). Moreover, talking about security: before the communications were interrupted by TAZ TAZ revealed the Persephone is using a very new technology which present some risks. Even if the risk may be low, and it's very hard to say until it is has been assessed by a scientific committee and validated by scientific peers, the consequences of a failure while using this technology seems to be catastrophic. Finally, considering the alien device behind this technology may infect the users, it makes the Persephone quite dangerous until it is been fully studied and controlled.
All of this to say that, for their security, it would be better for everyone to leave the system and go directly to a lab to be checked about nomadic infection."
TAZ:"but this is not the security plan"
Dankien:"If you keep me against my will on this station, be sure that it will have bad consequences for TAZ. Some ex-omicroners are waiting for me outside. Considering what is happening now, you can be sure they are coming to Baffin. And I am not talking about a group of whale transports, no I am talking about the remaining elite guard of the omicroners, a group of military ships that include several battleships. They will probably plan a joint action with the Order to check and decontaminate Baffin if necessary.
Seriously, you don't want to confine me here."
TAZ:"..."
Dankien pointing the finger at a fighter ship:"this is my ship and I am going to fly it. I will start the engine and you will open the gate so I can leave the station. This is the right thing to do."
Then Dankien enters his ship while TAZ representatives are not sure how to handle the situation. One minute later, the ship engine starts. TAZ moved out of the hangar, closed the sliding door to seal the area and proceed to the opening of the gate to let the fighter leave the station.
//yes, that's a power-escape as explained elsewhere.