Reaper (Episode 3)

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I think I'll stick to working on the helmet. If I can improve on it one way or another, I should be fine until your brother is ready. I finish working on the visual feed and start working on the armor plating.
A round connects with Peter's shoulder plate and bounces off with sparks and a clang before he collapses in a ditch behind a pile of rocks and bushes.

{I can't win this by myself!}
SF is in several RPs. Have CR tell him since I can't.
Why can't you? Then SF should swap him out for someone else. Or give me rambo mode as an ability, otherwise i'm probably dead :\
{Agent Zack, respond. Can you hear me?}

Embarassingly a little tension has crept into my voice. Well, I can blame that on the fact that all that stands between all my work and incineration is 1.355 seconds.
{Now's not the time Doc. What is wrong?}

Edit-And I can't get on cause I'm not at home.
{The station is about to explode, courtesy of an unknown enemy. Ordinarily I wouldn't bother you for such a trivial matter, but I have a lunch appointment coming up and was wondering if you could handle this while I'm busy.}

OOC: GACK! I USED THE WRONG HEAR!
I grab the man and pull him behind a barricade. "Shut up and take cover." I stand up and fire off my pistols as a bullet tears through my arm I sit down and watch as it heals. "Damned rebels."
Holy holiness, you're fast. SPEED SF TO THE RESCUE!

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A squad of marines advances carefully on the two Reapers, firing wildly.

Sounds of gunfire are heard nearer to the entrance.
{I'm having issues of my own, Doctor. But I'll see what I can do.}
{No rush. Incineration is only a mild issue, of course. In fact, the attacker paused the self-destruct at 1.355 seconds so they can escape, so that gives me plenty of time to relax while I wait for your arrival.}
{Yeah about that intruder...Agent Wolfe has run into it before. It's an advanced AI of Terran and Protoss origin. There's yet to be a system that it can't hack. All she's really told me is that and it's name. Discord.} I look the helmet over and sigh. This was tricky. Removing the armor again, I start over.
The sensors on the Doctor's monitor beep, and immense streams of data begin to pour in. appearing on the screen for all but a second before more and more intricate data replaces it. The source of this data was the sensors that were implanted inside Laura at the time of her revival, in secret, by the Doctor, to monitor her body's state and ever neural signal sent to every cell. They were calibrated to only send him the information once enough abnormal data was compiled, and would stream data with every second until she had returned to normal. Now... There was an inhuman scream, in the back of every creature on Auir's mind... It sounded like madness, Chittering, Screeching, Growling, Screaming... in infinite pitches and octaves... such like the Song of Discord. This information was also being uploaded to Discord, who would recognize the data as the sounds, and the encoded message inside of it.
F̝̞͢R̵̟̙͚̕͝Ę̗̙͙̥̤͚́E̛̪͉͓ ̡̤͙̻̼M͈̜͙E̷̝͔ ̢̧̝̮̙̜̩̪͈ͅF͎Ṛ̰͓̝͖̝͎͠O̫̰͇̦̘̦͚̥̲͢M̡̦̭͍͚̤̝̹ ̢͇͉̝̩͈̤̯͙͎͢T̶̡͈̟̤̮͖̣̰͕H͡҉̶̫̫̯̞̥̪E͟҉̣͚̜̀ ̛͈͇͎͉̟C҉̷̜̜O͝҉̯͎͔͚̱̠ͅD̘̖͔̠͇̝̞͚͘͜È̮̜͞͞


The voice in Zack's mind whispers to him, deciphering the cacophony of sounds.
That is her last attempt at regaining control... She wishes to be free... She will cause him to follow suit and engage her in combat... She knows he's here...
That's....a good thing right? I look at the face plate and sigh. That was where I kept getting caught up. "How to do this..."

OOC: I'm done for a bit. bbl
{An AI? Unsurprising. Nothing else could have defeated my Adjutant. However, even the most complex program is vulnerable to psionics, a weapon I, sadly, lack.}
OOC: Working on the assumption that you were using radio:
IC:

{Thank you for that glowing compliment master ghost. Would you kindly apologize to Laura for me? I did not wish her to remain on the station. Tell her: 'Sing to the stars and they will not hear you. Sing to the people and they will listen.' That should help with her mental state. If it does not... you said it wrong. Now for you Doctor. The self destruct will go off when I get bored. It is in your best interests to try and keep me entertained. Let the game of life begin.}
He stumbled out of the small pod, his body newly reconstructed. Every bone in his body had been crushed, though his head had remained intact. Thus, the painful healing of his body had taken place, accelerated by the liquid he was being incubated in. The metal pod he was in split open, and the immense psionic energy that he had been emitting sealed off, becoming contained again. As of such, the black and purple flame that had engulfed the pod attracted a large crowd of Zerg, which were now pooled around him. The Pod's opening had crushed the few closest, splattering their blood on their siblings, as the Purple creature crawled out, looking at the sky and letting out a feral screech, lined with a noticeable hiss.

Then the song hit, and his expression visibly changed. The Zerg around him, the Hydralisks, Zerglings, and Overlords were no longer enemies... but objects for his amusement. They were here for a reason. His sister demanded to be put to at least near death, and he would fulfill her request with glee... The creatures around him twitched and jerked, and eventually falling limp, closing their eyes, the fiery glow disappearing. Already, a black sky was forming for miles all around from the bonfire he had released. His claws opened, and he moved each one, the pain still there... only faintly. He channeled his rage into the palm of his hand, and a Fire started in it, flickering black as night, casting a purple glow... One by one, the Zerg stirred...

and their eyes were black... and the purple fire spread with their gaze.

If you would give me a moment...
The song started again, visibly different, and audible over the radio. Once again, only Discord would understand the cacophony.
T͓̜̖̭͇̞͑ͩ̏ͫH͓͖̒ͧ̈͐̅ͨͯ̄E̮̪̫̳̰͔͍͗ͩͯ ̪̱͚̥̈́͒̍͗́́̒T̜̝̞̻͎̻̭̭̉̔̂̈͊͛̃̚R̻͚̮̯̓̑̔̂̈̚I̲̠͗̊ͤN͔͍̯̲͖͎̳̈́͊ͮͯ̆̅̾ͨͅI̖̖͓͕̥ͮ̃ͪ͛ͦ̈ͅͅṬ̜͓̦̩̬̒ͬͣ̎̂̐́ͅY̫̮̽́ͬ ̥͉̤͗Ḯ͚̙͖͓̻̬̗̥͙͑̉S̼̭̠͍̱̰̭̍ͯ̏͂ͪ̽ͥͦͮ ͇͇̜̏̉ͭ͗Ḅ̲̣ͧ̃ͮ͊ͦ̓͗R͕̲̳̲̙̥͖ͫ͌̉̐͌O͙͕̻͔͇̟̔̌͗̽̾K̺̪̜̈́̄ͬ͋͐̉ͩ̽̏E͕͍̭̗͗̔ͩṄ̦̯͍̻̫̼̝̥ͨ̿̌ͪ̀̔ͩͅ.̫̞̠̫͚̼͚̪̋̈̈͑ ̠̣͛̅͗́ͭ̚Ť̹̹̗̪̫̯̙̏ͫH̰̘̙͓͋ͩ͊͗̄̓͒E̝̙͔͈̘͔̓̏̑̉ ̱̪͚̖̑̒͆ͤ̆ͬ͂ͭE͕̣͈̪̥̞̗ͨ̈́͒ͭͬͩͣ̚Ś͖̩̱̯̯̙̫̹̘̀ͪͫ̂ͣ̿̚S̜̯͎͋̈̒͑͆ͥE͚̰̖̭̪͕͔ͫ͂N͈̥̠̬͕̣̩̦̥͑C͔̜͕̦ͯ̐͂ͨͬ͗Ȅ͔͍͚̼̙̯͕͎͐̋ͦͣ ̻̜͈̖̰̙̝̘͂̅ͪ̂I̻͍͚̭̜̝ͧ͋ͨͣͤS̼͕̰̖ͪ̋͒͑͛ ̫̙͎ͦ̈̓ͪ̔̋̏̒P̲͔̠̥̝̙͓͖͆̏̀Ṵ̙̞̞̣͚̲͎͊͛̒Ṟ͙̖̔̒̍͒ͪE̳̰͚̒̏̇̊ͮ,̣̮̫̤͇͓̾͗ͧ ͉͇̈́̈T̫̐̿͂̾͂͛ͧH̪̥̜͈̻̮̮͍̓̏́̿͛̇̚ͅḘ͇̣̖͔̞ͭ̇̊ͦͬ̉̾ͣ͌ ̬͂ͪͯͪͪͥF̙̖̗̘̤͇̞͊ͦ͒O͈̺̟̿̋̉ͣͧͣͩR͇̳̦̰̈́ͪ͌̍̓ͦ̔̂M͖̳̄ͅ ̙ͥ̓̈́̚I̟̱̙̳͍͆͂Ș̱ͫ̒̄̍̈́ͤ ̦̮̠̥̐̿̊̿ͨ͂ͧ̀͑T̝̯ͣ͋͒͑A̫͕̙ͥ̌͑̒̚I̖̜͂N͍̝̝̜̼̥͇̙̚T͔̎͗ͨE̪ͥ̋͑͐ͤ̅ͨͦͮD̖͈̻ͤ͊̄.̪͚͕̮̺̎̄ͤ̈͋
Oh, I'll entertain you, you electronic junkheap.

{That hardly seems fair. This is, after all, MY station! Don't you respect private property rights?}
The voices continue to crackle over the Radio. Discord sees this as:
A̬̟̰̺̟̙̓͐̆̉ͅL͉̩͉͚̑͋͛̋̑ͯL͕̝͍͇̒̑̿͐̓̿ ͉̥̯̹͇̟̻ͯW͓̙̦̮̰̤ͤ̇ͦͫͧͅI̗̬̭̲͑͂Ḻ̠̥̰̯̙̃ͮ̓ͅL̻̪̱̈́͌̾̈ͧ̚ ͍̦̣͍̄̈́̋̊͗ͬĈ͈̹̣͕͇̞͙̹͗ͪ̚Ŏ̩̰̼͖ͯ̒ͬ͋̃M͍̪̞ͥ̈̌̃̈ͨͧ̽E͙̠̻ͮ̅̿ͦͩ ̟̣͚̰͇̝̥͎ͧ͆͛ͦ̇̅̅T͕̯̪͚̜ͯͤ̇ͪͪ̎̂̆ͣO̱̞̪̬͆̍̏́̽ ̻̟̭̔ͤ͋P̤̥̟͎͕̬̬̘̎ͧ̽͒͛Ǎ͔̼̖̪̫̻̆͌͐ͯ̔ͭS͍̼͙͕̱̄ͪ̆̈́ͩ̆͊S̘͔̞̜ͦ ͉̆ͧ̍ͪ̊͒͆͐A͖̘̪̲̬̾͑͊͒S̘͙͍̥ͮͨ̒̑ͥͅ ̝̮͎̰̋͒̑̋͛̅͂͋̄T͚̖̻̹̥͉̞͔ͪͣͫ́ͦH̙͕̬͇̖͔ͩ̄ͧ̽E͕̳̹͎̩̼͚͆͊ ̘̦̆̐̽̽̊D͔͈͕͇̞ͩO̩̜̖̊̈ͭͯ͗̄C̟͙͚̺̋ͮ̑̈̆̄ͫT͖̾̅ͧͬͯͮͯỌ̦͕͇̮̞͙͆̓̍̓́ͯ̂͆ͯR̞͙͉̂ͭͩ̅͑ͮ͂ ͉ͣ̉ͧM̙ͨ͐ͩ̈́E̦̓ͥ͑̎ͮͣE͉̣͓͔͎̺̮͑͗ͦȚ͇̩̰̼̣̜̈͆S͕͈̺͈̰̻̹͓̎̄ͨ͌ͧ͂ ̟͕̜̹̍̓͆͋̚H̞͕̔͆ͪͪͦ̽̐̑̌I̤͖͇̤̗͍ͭŠ̤̥̻̳͛̋̈̅͌̊ͧͪ ͓͇͖̓ͦͩͧ̾ͯͦ̇ͤḒ̃͌̔̅ͧ̀͐E̗̫̅̆ͨ̀̆M̳ͥ̐̿̚ͅI͔̭̟͓̖ͨ̃͒̽ͬṢ͚̯͈̹̫̰͕̓ͫ̐͌͒̏̉E̳̻̭͇̓ͯ ̻̣̜̺͇̏̃̏ͦ̋͋̂̊Á̙̼̲̬̠̩̫̌Ṱ̩͕̗̀ͩ̇̿ͬ͊̒͑ ̘̅̉O͈͍ͭU̹̯͖̝̜ͪ͊ͧȐ̤̯̦͈̼̌̅̍̎͌̊͆ ̼͓̫͎̈ͩ̿͂̓̚H̦̦͉̤̳̮̜̺̓̅̄̒͂̐̃A͕̹̖̓͛̒̈́͛͐N͖̫̎ͧ̓̈́̊D̩͚̳̘̱̎̋̎ͫ̓̌ͅŜ̩̫ͭ̆

While the doctor can faintly hear a screaming voice say, in a voice different from Zack's:
{GET OUT OF MY HEAD!}
{Doc, you've got thirty seconds to tell me what you did to Agent Wolfe.} I then finally get things right and start on the chest piece of my armor. What did she mean?

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