Reaper (Episode 3)

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Discord frowned to himself. Copies of the reincarnation data...

It had been a possibility... but it was still and unpleasant turn of events. And the copy was in another location, so it would need to be hunted down separately.

{Not to interrupt your conversation, Doctor... But I was wondering if you could tell me where the neurotoxin was stored.}
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I begin to translate my thoughts into code over the radio.
G͚̳r̡e̮̦̹͇͞e̦t̤̙i̫̤̩̼ͅn͠g̗̬̫̪̣͝s̙͔,͔ ͏̖̙̝̙̪̠D̵i̠̯̕s̵̞̥̙͉͚͚c̫ò̠͍r̳d͇̹̘̠̀.͍̱̙͖̻̠ ̨̺̙̫͙͍̼̗I̻̞̺̗̙̕ ̳̀h͇͚̼̩̫a҉̬̝͕̮͇͓̼v̷̘͉̺̩̳̪̩e̶̺̺͓̬̖̮ ̖̯̰̬̙̜c̭̠̲̤͝u̯͍̦̹ṛ̥r͎̜̣e̡̻̭̬͈nt̹̬̠͚ly̫̜̠͓͙ ̛̳e̲̱̟̳̥̺̳m̲̪̭͙̱b̪e̵̲̹̖͕̱̝̯d̶͍̖͇ͅd̝̝̱̫̳̩͍e̡̱͖̲̜͓d̯̻͎̺̟͙̭̕ ̸͙͙̜̱͉͚m̬̖̞͉͖̤͔y̹̯̘̥̺s̻̞̮e͚͚͉̖͠ḷ͎͉̰͡ͅf͏̲ ̦̝̭̺͎ͅi̢n͍̫̝t͙͇̘͙o̴̩͍̖͉͙̟͕ ̲t̨͙̬̻̺̹̗͈h̴̗̖e̹̠̫̪̝ͅ D҉̙͙͎óć̦̝͇͍̠ͅt͡or͕͙̺̲̳͍͎'̵͖̳̹̜͔͕s̜ ̹̣̻͓͜c͕o͔̟̫̦̳̮ns͚͘c̣͖͍͓̰̮ͅi͔̮̱̤͙̝̳o͉̩̼͙̬ų̣ş̘̤̫̲̥̹ń͔͚e̮̙s̜͔͕͔̜̣̯͡s̨̳͈͍̹͕ͅ,͏̘̬̖̲̫ ̧i̱n̟̖ ̷̥̳͙͎̜̝̥o̪͕̯͟r̩̟̥̫͠ḓ͔̗̰ȩ̥r̡̝͇ ͙͢t̛o̖̙ ̝̙̯̹̞̰p̵o̱̤s̵̬̳̝͇̭s͚̻̹͞i̛̭ͅḇ̨l͔̳̘͓͍̝̕ͅy̴̻̪̦͖̖͙ ҉̹̞̞̰̬̳a͍͡ͅi̬̯̫̯̟͘d̥̣̳̖̹̖͠ ̦͍̮̖͔̠ͅi̪̝n̖̫͙̯͖ ̦͜t̸͖̻̙͎̩h̷̹̪̬͈̳̳ḙ̯ ̶̟̦̥̥ͅd̖͉̼e̼̖̺̪̥̮̥͠s̗̲t̙͚̘͓̗r̲ͅúct̞̫̖̺i͈͖̜̤̠̱o̗̞̯̘͓͜n҉̮̪̱̯ ͔͚̫̜̝̪͉o̲f͉͚̙̮ ̙̱t̡̪h҉e̞̠͕̤̥̰ f̘̯͎̫͟a͞c̥̝̤̳̠̹̖i͜l̲̺̫̟̫̰͞i̧̳̘̟ͅt̴̝̦͖̹ͅy͖̠̦̫̩.̠̥̮͙̯̙.͇͚̰̥̼.̣͕̭̩̙͝ ̺̫Ţ̙͙̦͉h͎̲̩̩̠o̸̼u̮̺g̛̣h̺͚̩̝͝,̠̙̲̺͎̜͍ ͔́i̢̺͎̖̤f ̸̭͍͇̰̙̦p̧̪o̞̖s̼̦̰͝s͎͖ì̬̰̼b̳̣͕͎̦̟ḻ̟͈͇̥̣͔͝é, ̢̹̤͙͚I̷̥̳͙͔ ̺͚w̬o̯̼̻͖͔u̫͇ͅl̻͔̺͚͞d̫ ̼̯̖r̢͚̖̭̘̬̤á̠͇͇̫t̫̬h͚͘e͕̦r̻̹̞͕̩ ̡̹̜͍̘̖͓n̳͙̭̱ơ͎̝̞̙̝t̯̘̞ ͔̙͓̞͉̬͔d̵̲̥i͓̺e̘͈͙ ̭̺̜t͖͍ͅo̵̦d͙̯̖a̹̮̞y̷̦͉͔͎̣̳͎,̠̖ s͚͘o̸̞ i̹̙͇̙̰̭̕ͅf̥͝ ̼̳͉̣͍̪̤y͖̫͔͝ou ̲͈̪̮̱͎̗ço̴͙̞͓̤̘͓̟u̱̳͓͔͈ḽ͚̹͈̺̮d̞͜ ̖̱͙̲̥̺͓͞s̻̤͚͉̥͟o̡̺̫̳̤̫m̦͙ȩ̩̜̺̹h̥̹̘̻̫̩o̶̭̣̣͍w͕ ̢̹͖ͅc̛̳̣o̘̞͢n͏̦͓͍̹̫͙v̙̼͍e̸̟̺r̷̺ṭ ̪̝̰͈͉̻m̮e̹̗͙̱̼̖̼ ̝ḭ̱́n̕t̯̝̘̱́o͉ a̤̳͉̼̤̮͖n̢̫͍̪ ̶̤̼̟̙̩Ą͉͎̘̻̣I͎̠̜̥͟,̧̹͓̱͙ ̰̞͔̫͙̖t͓͔̖͟h̡̼e̼̘̤͚̯̩ͅn͠ ͉̙p̺͍̱̜̠̦͟e͖̪̙̩r͝h̠̯̪̹̝̭͉a̘͚̮̭͓͓̗p̩ś̲̗̝ ̸̪̞̟͔͍̬I̸̪͈͉͖̰ ͏͙̳̳w̷̠̠̩̖̲̻̳o̜͎u̥͈̯̞̦͍ͅl̼̼̥̼͠d̗̤̱̝́ ̤͉̜̭ͅh͍̺̝͓ͅą̫̻̘͍͇̮v҉̗͎e̪̩̤ ̯̼͎̘̯͝a̗ͅ ̫̕c̕h͟a҉̬̰n͏̟̲̰͇̞̞̯c̫̭͚̪̮̣͘e͇̟̹͔̥̳ ̡̬͍̯͙̼a͡t̘̝̲ l̩̥̤i̮̲͈̠̠v͇͎̭̲̫͎̩i̖̟̜͔͎̹ņ̪͔̦̬̝g.̻̫̘.͠.̭̜̩͔͖̹̣͜ ̧̞̪͔
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Discord turned and punched a wall, leaving a dent in the neo-steel plating.

It was a childish display of anger, but he felt it accurately expressed his feelings at the moment. The fool. The whole point of the song had been to get her off the station. Then she comes back and asks for the impossible.

Discord activated the radio. He modulated his tone to be subsonic. Something the doctor would hear but not really notice. The changeling in his head however had a much more sensitive hearing, and would recognize what the doctor did not quite hear. {It can not be done. Your organic mind is far to complex for any current terran system. Leave.}
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I chuckle. {Sorry to disappoint, but I'm in charge of destroying the station, and neurotoxin just wasn't on the to do list. You see, the military can still use the Reapers and most of the personnel there on the station, so they were to be mind wiped and sent away, and the good Doctor killed. I've already received confirmation that the good Doctor has used up his usefulness, but I also have a few personal reasons to kill him. Don't worry, the station will go, and the data will vanish. I know the perfect place for it.} Somewhere in the Void. But...I'll need Laura's help with that. I finish the armor and suit up, putting on the helmet and turning it on. Everything worked perfectly, and moved flawlessly. Perhaps this whole deal wasn't so bad. Still...Deciding to play it safe, I turned off my radio and remove the suit, thinking of a way I could improve it further.
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I̠͙̙̘̞͍͇͊͐̿̎͛͊ͬ ̘͙͔̞̖ͬ͋̍ͪ̓̏̀s̲̟̀͊ͪͭͦë̬̄̉ͬͨé̺̘̳͚̓͐ͥ̅.̰̖͋͋̃.̰̣̣͚ͥ̃ͫ.͔̬̪̜͇̥̬̦͑͌̈̌̒̓ ͉͔̥͔̜̱̬͕͎̅͗̽̂̇t̟̩̥͎ͦ͒h͖͙̼̘̳͙̜̐ͭ͑͑̀̆e͕̮̖͙̺͎͈͋̂̾̋n̹̩͗͑ ̗̈̄̈̇ȋ͉͉͙̣̏̊t͈̣̪̯͙̰̓̑͗̾ ̹̬̙̯̰̲͆̍s̹̞̰̝͚͉̳͗ͭ͐͊̄̓ͩͫẻ̥͖͍ͯ̓̑̈́̒̆é͉͕m̱͔̫͇ͯ̏ŝ͎̹͎͖̼̟̌̋ ̪͖͉̤̠́̂̀̅̿̇̒̀ṷ̮͕͉̹̘̌̾͆̉ͫ̋ͩ͂̈́n͎̣̅̓ť͔͍̹̞͇͕͕̣̏̓̾̄ͅi̮̻͈͔̺̬̖͕̱ͬ͌͆̇̏l̟͈̫̯̬̬̀ͤ̍̀̓̋ ̟̭̮͍̒́ͦ̚m̰̻̞̫͎̼͙̆̍̌͒͛ͤy͇̝͚̦̬̲̅͌̽́ ̺̜̺ͫ͂ͯͣͤ̒̉ͅp͇̲͉̘̍͂̒ͅh̭̜ͧͧ̍̏̂̈́ẙ͙̙͔̼̊̓ͧș̯̹͑̈́͒̆ͣī̦͓̳͍̌͐̿c̖̖̼̲͈̣̰̮ͯ̍ͮ̓͐̇͛ͥa̭͙̖ͭ̐̌ḷ̭̦͍̲̞̀̓̒ͥ͆̋̌ ͍̳̰̋̓͋̒̈́f̮͉̣͓͐ͩ̄͂̑͛̾̅ͩọ̥̱̌̈́ͮ͌̈r̼͇͕̤͙͚̮͎̀͛̐m̞̹͓̜̙͈̗̦̮̂̍ͣ͑ ͙̰̫̭̦͛̅͊̒̔ī͙̤̰͚̣͇͎͕̅͆̍̍̎̀s̥̬͖̯͓̅͐ͫͨͩ ̫̣͂ͫ͌͛̂̇ͩr̦̱̙̮͔͉̱̯̋̓́ͮͭ͒ͬe̝̭̽̓̅̂ͦt̮͖̦̑̍u͕͎ͬͬ͂̊̾r͎͇͔̗̮̻̿̊͑̂̋̂ͩ͛n̞͈̖̳͎͗̃ͤ̍̑e̟̺ͦ̇ͤͦ͋͊̍d̠ͤ̋̈́̂̆̅ ̠̜̗̥̼͖̩̺ͧͣͫ́ͬ͆̚t̞̂ͦͮ͑̾o̳̘̲͕̿̇ͦ ̲̲̣̲ͤm͖̰͒ͨ̿ͫͥ͌͛e͉͚̝̞̯͌ͫ̍.̭͕̪̹̘͉͌̃͗ͧͦͤ̀̚.͈̦̻͓͉̌͑ͭ̽ͤ̾ͅ.̺̥̹̣̏̄̈ͯ̑ͭ͋̃ ̘͉̄ͮI̹̳̣̜̳̣̠̝̪ͮͣ ̱͓͍̮̞̙ͫ͌ͪ͂̋w̘̪͖ͫ̿̑͛ͣi͍̻͍̦̙͒̌͛͒l̙̝̔̐l̠͙ͫ ̜͓̫̳͈͕͒̓̂̈́͌b͚͇͔͕͚͔͊̃e̥̘͕̗̘ͦ̿͆ͦ̅ ̺̝̥̭͎̽b̪͎̲̺̀̑ͯ͛ͯ̊̋u͎̳̪̹̦̤͉̼̅͛͗ͣ̂ͅt͎̬̠͖ͥͦͦ̂̓̉͛ ̦͍̼̪͕̝̹̠̉̽a̗̮̜̭͎̦͎͆ͪ̔ͫ̍ͅ ͚͉̪͕̗̫̅ͧ͒͑̿̀v̥̮͕̲̭̺̮͍̅͆̀̊͊o͎̭̺̼ͣ̋̈ͅị̙̻̱̗̽c̮̱̗ͫ̓̚e͕̖̜͒ͪ͗̽͑̌.̘̹͓͍̩͋ͮͯͬͫ͛.̭̟͈̠͇͙͉̆̚.̩͎͙̙ͨ̎ ̙̤̩͊ͩ̉

w͇̼̞̮̤̞̟̦ͭ͋ͫi̘̤̪̲̩͕͖̹ͪṱ̜̰̋h̥̬̮̏̀ͧ͋ͣͥ͛ḯ̖͉̞̠ͯͫͣ̒̓n̝͚̙̘̻̲̜ͧ̂̀̾͑͒ ͔̣͒́͌ͫ͐ͥ̊ͮt̻̱̹̯ͫ͐͌ͦ̉̓h̺̫̩̩̟̪̒̊ͪͅè̠̰͓͇͖̅̌͌̈̉̏̚ ̝̮̱̘̯͓̩̜͙ͬ͂̎̂ͮs̺͈̤̮̓ͮh̘̞̬̘̣͎͖̘̟ͦͪ́̏̚a̙ͨͥ̓͌͌̿d̫̤́̂ͨo̺͓̭ͦ̆͑̈̓̿̈w̝̪̲̳̾͊͆ͯ̒ͤ̚ŝ̥̱̜̠̥͉̄́͑ͩ̂ͮͅ.͖̝̳̩ͭ.̜͎̈ͣ̄͐̂.͍͕ͯ̎̿ͤ̍̂ͤ ̪̼͒ͩ̉ͦỒ̤̣̮̩͚̣̝̱̗̎̈́̉͐̍p̳͍̜̝̦͕̌ͭ̀͂e̝̙̯̻ͨ̄͆ͫ͐n̘͓̠̻̠͎̔̈́ ͎̘̣̜̓͗̒̏ͭ͐ͫ̽͆u͓̰̠̔̽͌̐p͚̗̿͂͋͑ ̱̙̳̹͔͆ͮͤ́t̟͓̗͔̱͑̓̑̌h̘̩̰̓ͮͥe̗͈͕̣̎́ͩ̓ͪͥ͛ ̹͚̻̪̭̹͇͔̖̑̅̚ȓ̩̠̳̻͖̩̪̮̌͛ͪ̉̈̃̋a̫͖͎̮̥̬̝̳̠̐͒̇̓̉̀̚d͔͈̯͍̟̍̋̋̍̿̀ͩͭ̚ͅi̞̬̼̹̲͕̥͖̰͗̃̊̽̑͗o͈̲̻̙̱̣̐͒ ̖̗̪͉ͯ̉ͦ́ͣ͌̌̽ͅt̪͍̤̫ͫ̒ͣ̑̎ͤͧo͎̦͔ͭ̾̽͆̓ ̞̟̼͖͖̠͇ͥ͐̅̑͊̀̏͊o̪̘ͮͦ̃ͅn̯̜͇̈͐̊̌̉̈̐͊̊e̻̥͉͔̱̮͚̩̭̽͛͂̽̐̍ ͔̭̤͔̻̥̜̞͗̅̌̑ȏ̟͎̭̲ͭ̓ͤf͉͔͈̠͖̠͒̿͊̈́̏̇̈̈̌ ͖̱̂ṫ͔͔̞͕̼ͤͤ́̉ͭͧͤͅh͚̳̲͇͇͚͔͙̘̄̿e̗̟͋ͧ̓̀̐͊͌̌̚ ̞͔͚̹̈͂ͩ̏̈́̂R͍̪̀̒̈́͐e͚͎̻̼̫̞̞͐̐̂̈́̒̆̚a͖̭̗͚̳̥͚̜ͨͧ̊p̪̩̙̥̥ͪͩ͂̈̀ẻ̙̼̲̘̤̈́r͈͍̝̐ͥ̄ŝ̠̲̽̐̀̌͐̓ͪ̂ ̗̪͔͕̥̾ő̹̓̈̏͒̌̋̋n͎̲̱͚̉́̒̋͊͌̌͂ ̪̩̓͑̔̎̆͐̂C̙̯̾̾ͬ͒͛ͥ̓h̦͓̜ͯ̋̇ͩͤͯa͙̭̮̓̏ͅr̬͑̃ͪ̌ͤ͛̓͌.͇͉̥͇̙̩̜̿͗ͣ̿ͯ̒.̰̟͇̹͉̄ͣ̋͂.̣͔͉͎̠ͦ́̽͒̋ͭ̍̈́̂ ̻̝̪̺̺̤̹̬̈́͗̐ͤ̚t͚̤̟͎͉̻ͦͅh͔͇ͪ̇͗̓ͣͩe͕̯̭͍̒̔̎̾̀y̮̤̖̯̩͈̘̭͖ͥ̇ ̬͈̻̥͖̦̜̬ͭ̑w̦̙̲̲̟͉̖͋ͦi͓̱ͨ͋͋̌l̻̟̦͓͙͉͇ͦ̄̈͐ͨͅl̥̠ͫͮͧ ͚͖̩͎̗̱̈ͦ̀̎n̪̙͙ͩ̒̐̇̓ͫ̉e̪̱͚̜͓ͣͤͅe̫͎ͬ̄͌̆̅̓̽̚d̗̹̦͍͈̥̲ͭ͒̈́ͅ ̬̘̥͉̪̙̹̊̋ͪ͑ͭ̓̐̔͋m͕͕͖̳̖̘̉̓y̖̖̍

͓̠̭̬̲̣̫͒̐̾̇͆͊a̘̝͐̑̃ṣ͚̝̳̗ͣ͒͋̅ͬ̔s̟̹͇͇ͭ̑͋i̜̪͌s̥̖͓̗̏̐̇̂ͬͅṱ̪͉͕ͫ̉a̖̥̳͉̗͕̼ͮ͆n̦̣͖̪̫̯̝͇̦͑́ͥͤc̼̝̙̓́͗̽̀ͨͪe̗͖͎̣͗͋ͧ͋ͯ̂̓ ̮̯̥̤̍̾̋ḭ̩͇̦͙̅͌̃ͅn̘̰͔̩̺̪ͨ̍͛̌ͅ ͇͈̘̖̻̖̅͂t̻̊̓ͅh̖̠̮̑͐̀̅̎ͮ̚e͉͆́̍͂́ͩi̜̰͇̰̹̼̣̽r̜̳̗̣̝͔͉ͧ̓ͧ̑ ̥̥̰̻͖͋̎̿͊̚m͖͙̱̫̩̭̤͊ͮ̄͛ͪ̌i̱̩͔̎̈ͩ̂s͍̰͙̪̉ͨ̋͆̄s͍̫̳̈́ͥ͒̀ỉ͓͕̲̙̙͒̽̒̊̓́̒ͨố̺̞͉͇̣̩ͪͫn̘̮̂̎̈́.͓̬̬̺̖̘͚͗̎ͯ.͍͛ͣͩ́͌̈.̗͔̣͇̭̜̙̮͐̂͑̓ ̣͈̄̎ͩ̿̿ͩȂ̭͔̓͆͊̍ͥ̂̚ͅn̯̹͍͎͙̩ͭ͊́̍ͩ͛̋d̳͍̿̐̊ͦͭ̂ ̹̣̟̼̠̇̅̒̍ͥ͐ͅb̥̥̱̿͒y͔̙̞̫͎̹̗̑̽͊ͪ̍̐ͅ ͈̪̲̤̤̰̬̰ͨț͚̜̃͂h̰̭͙̏͑̿ͦḁ̜̱̰͖͇͊ͫ̌̃̉ͥ̃ͨ̅t̖̖̫̯̙͉͒ͧ ̺͇̻̻͕̋̾ͫ̓̿Ȋ̝̲͙͔ ̣̖͔̼͌̈͌̀̏m̩̤̮ͥ̋̔ͥ̋ͧ͊̊ͪe͙ͨ̽͑͌̏ͦâ̲͎̦ͣͣͅͅn͍̲̒ͪͣ̅̒͒ͪ̚ͅ ̹̤̥̿̍̀I̬͕̠̬̮͓ͫ ͈͈̝͕͇̩͉̳̠͐͂w̪̺̔̋̽͐̋͗͂ͅi͕̻͚̙̥̣̹ͮ̓ͥl̦̓̿̇̏̒l̙̭̊͌͐͋̏̄̽̏ ̖͗̆ͅf͚̱̼͈̜͎̂̽u̯̯͖̣͍̰̹̎̌̔ͬͭl͉̥̙̦̻͖̬͔͑̏̇͛̚f̯͚̩̯͍̠͕̆ͯͦi̪̘̭̙͑͒͐l̖̰̱̙͖̓̎ͯl̝̠̻͈͖̂̿̌͛ͤ̐̐ ̺̠̠̙̬̾̒̚m̮̟̺̩͔̥̙̟̘̈ͤ͛͊ͯ̑y͎͋̋̀͂ͬ̓̈́ ̙͛̑̈̈́̒ͭo̗̣̙ͨ̊ͯ̓ẅ̦̜̟͕̜̙ͯ̈́̏ͯ̄̚n͖͉͕͎͕ͧ̉ͩ́ͣ̌͛̅ ͉̲͇ͭͭ͌ͮa̲̣̭̞͆̓ͧ͑ͩͯ̚s͇̯̭̀͌͊̀͊̚ͅs͚̘̝̹̝̟͇̱ͪ̌ͦ̑̏̒i͙̥͇̲̲͋ͪ̂g̻͙̥̩̯̲̻͇̀͒̓͋ͅn̩̥͔̯̋̔̃̉m̜͓̰̭͔̖ͪ́͋̆e̬̗̝̪̳̙̰̎ͥ̄́ͫ̔ͣṅ͓̲̹̳̙̟̻̐t̜͖̳̮͍̝̰͊͑̏ͬ͂ͦͦ̑.̜̳̩̙͖͐̊̂̔ͧ̒͆.̩̼͈̹̺̟̻̲̽̏͗̔ͫ͌̊ͦ.͔̘͔̮̱͎̹̥ͤ̌ͥ ̙̮̘͍̳̄̎̽͗ͦ͗
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̹͙͙̓̀Y̳͔̘̐̋o̼͉̯̖̯͙̙̞͑ͩu͙͎̤͙̳ͧ̾ ̲͍̖̫̻͙̜ͬ͗̈́̀ͭc̻ͨ̔͒̽ͩ͛a̮̤͑͋ͮ͒ͭ̊̿͐ͥn̫̰͙̮͖̒͂̇̍̊͗ ͇̙̙̋̈́̚d̥̐̈́͒ỏ̭̞̜̗͕̤͇̍ͅ ͖̟̖̗̣̗̇̿͆̊ͥ̑ͅt̟̘͍̥̲̪ͫ͐̽̎̀̏̃̓ͅh͈̫̹ͤ͂͐̂ͥ̃̃̚a̺̲͚ͫ̔t̯͗͋͋ͣ̓͒ͣ̇ ̗̪̻̹̹͍̝͐ͧ͛̒f͓͕ͪ̍ͩ͆̐̎͛̋o̭̬̺̻ͮͪ̔͗r͇͓̻̗͓̙͍̩̦ͭ̊ͬ̂̑ ̺̲̗̝͖̈́̽̌m͔͉̮̌̃ẹ͚̝̙̖̲̿̄ͩ́̄͌,̮̭̻̤̯̊̔̐̿ͩ ̩͔̯͇͖͗̄̇̉̑c̤͈̟̝̺̙̝͍͕̐͐̋ͭ̆ȁ͕̻̯̗̩ͯ̎͋̈́n̗̘̪͑̅̿̾͐'͈̪͈͎͎ͫͩṱ͒͋̄ ͕̞̯̞̮̦̬ͩ̿̋y̩̳̖͍͉̍̒ͣͅo͇̣̦̟͛̋̎̄͌̍ͫ͛û͖ͣ ̩̦̻̂̈̓o͈͖̬͖̲͉̪̱ͤͮl̘̠̮̫̓̈́̓͆͗̏͌̎͗d̫̩̭̜͖̼̳̦̀͒̒́ͤ͆̓ ̦̯̮̠͋͌f̘̯̠ͪ̇ͭ̊ͧ̋̓r̻͈ͫͥ̏̈́͛̾̃í͕̝̒̅e̤̟͇̗̪̬̋̓ͅn̠̭̋ͥ̊̈̽d̝̟ͭͤ̾̿?͈͓̭̍ͫ̚ͅ
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I reply to Laura. {Fine. But you have one hour to get your head out of the doc or I shall kill you both.}

I switch channels to the other ghost. {Say the words already. I'm getting tired of friends getting in my way.}

There is a sound from down the hall and I extract my hand from the computer. Two sets of footsteps, heavy tread... Marines.

Within a hundredth of second I have calculated the threat level, gauged the possible outcomes (good and bad), and decided on a course of action.

Engage hostiles.

(Humans, don't try this at home)
I run at the door separating the marines from me and time my arrival to mach the opening of the blast door. I jump on one of the surprised marines and put my fist through his visor. The other marine brings his rifle about and opens up on me... and his partner, who I am on top of at the moment. I drop as my shield takes the first few rounds leaving the marine to take the rest of the clip.
That was too bad. Not for me I suppose, but unpleasant for the man full of holes. The marine had set his rifle to full auto (against regulations) and had not moved to follow me fast enough.

On my way down I memorized the structure of the marine and all other relevant information to making a successful change. My form shifted as I hit the ground, golden sand sparking with blue energy as I made the change into a marine. I rolled and kicked out with an armored leg, knocking the other marine over. I picked up the weapon from the first marine (the one I had jumped on) and put a burst into the marine I had kicked over.

And it was over.

I leaned my newly acquired rifle on and armored shoulder casually and began walking down the hall. I had an appointment in just under an hour with the doctor.

And it isn't good to miss scheduled appointment.
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{The Doctor is mine. He's got a lot to answer for after what he did to Laura. We clear on that?} I then switch the radio frequency and the stations crew can't remember why they're there and start leaving. {Your time's come Doc. May God have mercy.} I cut the connection and set to work in earnest in incorporating some of the Psi Blade tech into my armor. I wouldn't always have time to draw the Void Blade or psi knife.
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The voice chuckled over the channel, hopping into Makenna's radio and swirling around inside her mind.
She would prefer either her current host or the Stim user... But there was always a chance that the host could rub off on her... and she didn't feel like going into a mental withdrawal from her adamant stance on drug usage. After a few moments, she began to whisper to Makenna.
Hello there. I will serve as your personal assistant on this mission. For all intents and purposes,I I will go by the alias Hollenhund for the time being... due to both me not... actually having a name, and the fact that the human language known as 'German' has a very nice ring to it, if used correctly.
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"WHAT THE F*CK?" I trip over as the voice speaks within my mind due to the loss of concentration. I get up and quickly move behind a tree as bullets fly. Are you a Protoss or Ghost or something? 'Cause I hate both of them.
Edited by ShadowFury on 2/6/2013 7:23 PM PST
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She chuckled, which quickly gave way to laughing hysterically.
No... no, Makenna. Technically I am a Zerg, but technically I'm also Terran and Protoss... nevermind. My point is that I'm here to help you not get yourself killed. If before this mission ends, or you die, you are able to trust me enough to let me control some of your basic motor functions then I suppose you will be extremely pleased with the results. As of such, you can consider me a Symbiote, though I do not subtract much from your overall capability as a Reaper, a Terran, or a Woman in general.
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I can survive well enough on my own. I quickly rocket back up to the point the Reaper and I had been before.
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A soft chuckle. I see. I might as well stick around if you can prove to be such a capable host then. If you prove incapable, I will step in to ensure our safety, though if you let yourself get to the point where you may die even with my help, I cannot be certain as to what will happen.
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I pop up above the cover and fire my pistols and quickly duck back down. It is very unlikely for that to happen.
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It's also very unlikely for you to have a symbiotic psionic attached to you, isn't it?
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Finishing the Psi Blade, I decide to only do one. Two would be a bit impractical given my career choice. Now I had to find someway to make it not overload when I blink...
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Discord's frown deepened as he walked. He was not going to let someone who he did not know dictate who he could and could not kill. The doctor would die when planned, regardless of the ghost's vendetta.

If he had a problem with that, then they could discuss it when Discord came back to destroy the rest of the data.
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Did I miss KO announce being gone for a time or something?
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OOC: Due to laziness, and personal things, I will have to let you all imagine how the epic fight between Laura and Andy (The Changeling), plays out, because I don't have the will/ time to type out a hugeass fight scene =n=
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Then...give us a brief overview and bring them to the present.
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When the present becomes present enough |D
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