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"Stefan Alexander. As for what I am, you're somewhat correct. I was a Lab Rat for the old Dominion. They grew me a zerg DNA enhanced body and transplanted my brain. I guess you could say that I'm the only 'successful' super-solider they ever created."
I nod once more, hefting my gun;
"That I am. And unless there are any objections, I'll bring up the rear. A plasma flamethrower aught to discourage most pursuers and fry anyone stupid enough to get close."
Amanda simply nods, her helm hissing shut.
Edited by Warhawk on 8/1/2013 1:01 PM PDT
"Ah... a relic. Surprised you aren't eating as much as you are though. High metabolism rate... if you have their muscle and bone density... you will need a lot of energy to operate or you will be eaten apart and that's a lie. Technically... they have the Spectres which are like super-ghosts let's say and then you have the Gestalt Project who successfully made one... Just remember, you aren't a bad !@# and no one cares if you are a super-soldier. Just pointing things out. They will care about you if you can do your job, and if you don't die. Remember... an ego kills very nicely."
"Enough you two. Now this part is the wierd part." I pull out the device which was rather smallish. "Everone needs to either be touching the decive or someone that is. So if you would please ready yourselves." Ivan and Jr grab hold of the device and wait.
We have a rather full party right now. Anymore and odd things could happen. Unless you have another way of getting there.
Edited by LeKroger on 8/1/2013 1:20 PM PDT
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