Several floors below ground more hints of a terrible battle became evident, if anything they only became worse. Bullet holes and shell casings covered the floors and walls. Upon closer inspection one could tell that whatever the source of the incident was...it came from within the lab. It seemed one or more of the experiments that had taken place here had gone horribly wrong. Even worse was the realization that not once had a body or ID been found, only blood stains, bullet holes and shell casings.
With luck the destroyed data-pad was still active, if just barely. it contained files labeled 'Top Secret' before actual project labels. The two first two and most important looking where projects MAKO and FALLEN ANGEL. The time stamps on newest files in both showed that the data-pad had been laying here for close to a decade. Of the two files, FALLEN ANGEL was the most detailed with photographs of what looked like rows of bodies. Several photographs showed a female subject in a liquid filled tank, injuries so terrible she was clearly deceased. Dog tags hung from her neck but where unreadable. Other documents in the file referred to the female as the 'Fallen angel' of the project along with notes on charged particle beams and diagrams of advanced armor systems. Sadly large parts of the file had become corrupted.
The file on MAKO, when opened was also corrupted, only a few fuzzy photographs of a indeterminable creature in a tank like the female, the last of which showed a broken tank. The only other document was the goals of the project and nothing more. Who ever had owned this data pad had apparently not been part of the project. Before any more could be learned the data-pad gave out, it's battery shorting out and causing smoke to roll from the device.
Without warning slightly broken by static a female voice, giggling came seemingly from everywhere "...Seven, eight, nine. No, no it's ten." as the last words are spoken, the sound of ripping metal is heard...coming from somewhere on the same level as Six.
With luck the destroyed data-pad was still active, if just barely. it contained files labeled 'Top Secret' before actual project labels. The two first two and most important looking where projects MAKO and FALLEN ANGEL. The time stamps on newest files in both showed that the data-pad had been laying here for close to a decade. Of the two files, FALLEN ANGEL was the most detailed with photographs of what looked like rows of bodies. Several photographs showed a female subject in a liquid filled tank, injuries so terrible she was clearly deceased. Dog tags hung from her neck but where unreadable. Other documents in the file referred to the female as the 'Fallen angel' of the project along with notes on charged particle beams and diagrams of advanced armor systems. Sadly large parts of the file had become corrupted.
The file on MAKO, when opened was also corrupted, only a few fuzzy photographs of a indeterminable creature in a tank like the female, the last of which showed a broken tank. The only other document was the goals of the project and nothing more. Who ever had owned this data pad had apparently not been part of the project. Before any more could be learned the data-pad gave out, it's battery shorting out and causing smoke to roll from the device.
Without warning slightly broken by static a female voice, giggling came seemingly from everywhere "...Seven, eight, nine. No, no it's ten." as the last words are spoken, the sound of ripping metal is heard...coming from somewhere on the same level as Six.
"Of course you can," She replied, holding out a hand. Matt just gazed at it hatefully, not wanting the help even though he needed it. When he got up from this position, he'd need to use his unhurt hand, and that's put weight on his foot.
Whatever. He took the hand, letting go as soon as he could, resulting in her staggering back a little due to the unexpected loss of weight. He did too, but masked it as stepping back. She nodded at his foot. "You hurt?" She asked, and he didn't acknowledge the question, instead opting to pretend like he didn't hear it.
He wanted to know where they were, but didn't want to show a sign of dependence on her, because that'd show that he needed her and eventually she'd take hold of the situation they were in, and Matt had a big problem with that. If she was in control, she'd have the right to question his plans and his intellect--two very, very good ways to get on Matt's bad side--and it'd result in them getting in all sorts of bad situations. So he shied away from that question, and ended up just staring at her, an indignant gleam in his eye.
"Aren't you talkative?" She said, and Matt's scowl deepened as she looked down at her wrist, some holographic images popping up from her watch. His own was probably busted. How did she save hers?
"Well, soldier, we're apparently right in the smack dab middle of nowhere, but I do have a signal coming from that building even deeper in the nowhere. We should continue heading towards it," She said, and all Matt could do was hate her because that's what I should be doing. I should be making that plan. I should be been able to land in a way that my watch hadn't been broken.
Instead of saying that, however, he merely grumbled out 'fine.'
Whatever. He took the hand, letting go as soon as he could, resulting in her staggering back a little due to the unexpected loss of weight. He did too, but masked it as stepping back. She nodded at his foot. "You hurt?" She asked, and he didn't acknowledge the question, instead opting to pretend like he didn't hear it.
He wanted to know where they were, but didn't want to show a sign of dependence on her, because that'd show that he needed her and eventually she'd take hold of the situation they were in, and Matt had a big problem with that. If she was in control, she'd have the right to question his plans and his intellect--two very, very good ways to get on Matt's bad side--and it'd result in them getting in all sorts of bad situations. So he shied away from that question, and ended up just staring at her, an indignant gleam in his eye.
"Aren't you talkative?" She said, and Matt's scowl deepened as she looked down at her wrist, some holographic images popping up from her watch. His own was probably busted. How did she save hers?
"Well, soldier, we're apparently right in the smack dab middle of nowhere, but I do have a signal coming from that building even deeper in the nowhere. We should continue heading towards it," She said, and all Matt could do was hate her because that's what I should be doing. I should be making that plan. I should be been able to land in a way that my watch hadn't been broken.
Instead of saying that, however, he merely grumbled out 'fine.'
Navir had been flying through space near the jungle planet. It was just barely in his sector. He had taken more interest in it now that he had seen ships going to the planet. His ring flashed, playing a garbled message, but he clearly heard the word help. He glanced at the planet before darting to it. He glanced on his back, seeing his Power battery strapped to hsi body by a set of constructs that hooked up to the handles. He landed near the building that Kat, Emile and Noble 6 where in. He looked around, holding his hand up with his ring emitting a green light, allowing him to see better. He walked inside, looking around. He sniffed of the air, hoping to get a scent, and he did, he followed it, seeing light further down the hallway. The light from hsi ring shut off and he walked further down the hallway, peering around the corner, seeing Kat and Emile.
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