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Glades got up and walked towards the frighten Kete. Kampfer and Arthur just watched wondering what she will do, staying quiet even the two Supersoldatens are watching. She then once again drops to her knees and went to hug him. "I can recognize that hair, ears and eye from anywhere, even if your Ketin or Thirteen" she said as she grasped him. "I'm just so glade your okay and not dead" she said as tears started to roll off her face, a first for Kampfer. Kampfer would make a smarty remark but decided not too. "You were just an innocent child longing for a family, but you were givin the devil as a father" she said as her voice became more sobbing. "I try to persuade him to wait with the operations as when I spied for Kampfer on Doctor Aller, but Aller just wanted to do these things for his own selfish power grab" she continue to say as she started to cry on Kete's shoulder.

It was true that Glades worked for Aller on the cybernetic eye project and was major player in developing the eye, but she and Aller butted heads on how to use the eye, Glades wanted to do more laboratory setting while Aller was more on a living test subject, plus the principles of science were different between the two. Aller was for more political for his reasoning doing his experiments while Glades like Kampfer did her experiments for science sake. She was even heavy against sending Kete to war and even giving him immortality...

Over normal circumstances, with his equipment functioning properly and his bionic eye working at it's full potential, the Mad Ranger would immediately pinpoint the invisible assailant location. However, if all of his systems damaged, including his powerful short range, high frequency radar blasted off from the blast against Arthur, CL could only use the constant rustling on the vegetation as a mean to detect his new enemy. How many will show to go up against the Ranger's egocentric quest? Pointing forward the unseen presence, the Ranger released a short burst of his Lucian Defender, having his bionic arm flailed up helplessly. Unfortunately for him, the hydraulic recoil absorption mechanism of him Blast Arm were, too, damaged to function properly, rendering the gun almost useless.

The Ranger could only hope that the deafening noise of the electromagnetic blast of his gun would scare away the assailant. Not letting his guard down yet, he reached for his knife's sheath, pulling the nanocarbonite blade immediately. Darting into the figure with his crimson stare locked at it, the Ranger would try to slash at the creature... Until it's invisibility started to wear off.

His arms went down immediately. His eyes widened in awe as his jaw dropped, fruit to a surprise CL were sure he would never have again in his lifespan. There was only one race canine-like beings in the whole universe, as far mankind had ever reached. And that race were deep rooted in their tribal culture, there was no possible way the thing threatening CL could be one of them... But it looked so much like them. Then, instantly, the memories of the Ranger's dearest came into mind... The chants of nature. The warcry of the human tool of war and then the silence from the trees...
It was traumatizing. After all, it was the reason of why CL had bestowed the title of Mad Ranger. However, at the same time that the canine's presence were frightening, it reminded CL of the few moments of complete peace he had in his life... His guard were brought down immediately. He was vulnerable.

"I... I'm... I'm trying to escape this world..." - Stammering, the Masked Man answered, ignoring the pale being's threat. "B-But, who... WHAT are you... ?"

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"Leave you out of it?? Our Ranger is under YOUR custo--" Right as the mysterious man were about to spurt more curses, a few angry yells came along with it, briefly muffling the words. It went on by an entire minute, until only two voices remained. The imposing man that Aelyn had the misfortune to know and another one: A coarse, wheezy voice, easy to identify that it belonged to a man far into his sixties, and the occasional coughing meant it was not healthy too. "Aelyn-Paeryc Petrovalyc. Captain of the mighty ISMSC (InterStellar Mobile Space Colony) Stella Viventium, I presume." - Even though his voice was clearly sickened, the man somehow gave an air of certain arrogance and self-confidence... Almost on par with Aelyn's. - "You just spoke with Admiral-Captain Wan Nabes, frontman of ISAHCS (Interstellar Artillery Heavy Cruiser Ship) Kingsbane. I am Benedict Severin, System-Class Physicist. Now, can you politely confirm if you ever had any contact with 'Mad Ranger', and, please, keep communications open." - Even though the Kingbane were far from the reach of any highly-advanced scanners, it's mere label hinted to a behemoth of extreme firepower. Heavy Artillery Cruiser not only came packed with planet-damaging weaponry, but their defensive systems could alone stand against entire fleets. This not to mention the common presence of a big amount of missiles of all sorts. However, the presence of a probable fleet accompanying it were not yet confirmed.

[get ready for plotwists]

Arsinova gave a quick sigh "What you call Ares is what we call a flying Library, it is meant to store information for later use." Arsinova stuck the capacitor into the Matrix and his legs came floating to his body. Using his new ability he stood up what seemed like mid air before his legs followed as his torso hung suspended just above them. "Ares is a name for something built for war as traditionally to humans Ares is a god of war not a library of knowledge" Arsinova quickly extended a blade from his wrist that was 6 feet long "This is something we'd call Ares, a weapon built for war" and as quickly as it extended his blade retracted back into his wrist. "What I'm saying is that you humans deceived my people by naming your library Ares, we thought it was simply a weapon of war and that we misjudged it, even though we extended to the farthest reaches of the galaxy we only had 1 civilization per system So with our civilizations technology in threat of theft we decided it was best to limit the number of planets per system, and so when our time came, we knew what to do." Arsinova then turned around and nodded his head at Bravo and the droid began running off. "Though being the last of my race I assume now is the best time to pass on the responsibility of technological strength down to the next people." Arsinova said as Bravo returned with a datachip in hand giving it to Arsinova, he then stuck the datachip in his chest and seconds later it popped back out holding it for the humans to take "I will help you whatever way I can"

Nirix was still. Even though every instinct in her body screamed for her to move to keep the so called “Doctor Glades” away from Kete, the Eoclu stayed completely silent and still. Her ear twitched and the hairs on the back of her neck stood erect, all signs that Nirix could barely withstand her huge amount of…hatred? No, it was more of a huge sense of distrust for this woman. Kete was shaking, pale white and backed up against the metal wall to distance himself from the Doctor. It was only when this happened that Nirix made her move towards him. But…

She was too slow and the Woman was too fast.

Doctor Glades had reached Ketin first, pulling him into a sorrowful hug. Words, stolen from her thoughts were said, where Nirix should’ve said them. She was offering him comfort, taking on a role that was never hers. She was doing everything that seemed right but in fact it was very very wrong. Why now did Doctor Glades claim to be remorseful for her actions? Clearly, time had pasted and despite the tears that the woman shed Nirix did not believe in her story. If she really felt sorrow for what she had done to the Da’len she would’ve done more, done something besides waiting for a chance to see him again. Doctor Glades was clearly a liar, only wanting to fall into Kete’s good graces for some ulterior motive.

And it was for that finally reason that pushed Nirix forward, her hand on the hilt of her sword without thinking. Nirix would not allow anyone to inflict anymore pain into Da’len’s life.
“Step away from him, Shemlen” She hissed, her tone dark and all too threatening. Glades would have to spin a very careful tale if she wanted to live for Nirix wouldn’t believe anything that spewed from her mouth.

The Supersoldatens reacted instantly by raising there heavy laser weapons at Nirix and Arthur priming his fingers to give her a good shock. Kampfer though started to clap and said "Go on Nirix, try killing Sarah, I have been doing it for centuries, but to no success, I do hope you can finally put her down" he smiled and purposefully said her first name since she didn't like being called by her first name.

Glades gave Kampfer a glaring look with her bloodshot eyes, full of tears and exclaimed "Shutup, Grimlock!" in turn mad Kampfer give a face of disgust when hearing his first name being called out. Glades then returned her gaze towards the ecolu. She let go of Kete and stood up. "How dare you try to pull me away from my Kete!" She said angerily as two large black slighty curved blades came out from the inside of her lab coat, the blades originally coming out of her forearm. "You'll never understand how it feels being so helpless when you can't do anything for the person you care for!...It doesn't matter if Kete hates, scaried of me or loves me, I will always love him like a mother, no matter who he is or what he does!!!" She yelled at Nirix as she slowly approached her. Her eyes bloodshot, with streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. The rage of....a mother.

Nirix was still rather unimpressed. Narrowing her gaze, she replied with an almost cold and unfeeling response.
"You are no mother. You are a heartless woman who wants nothing more to destroy the thing you 'claim' to care about" Her eyes were hard, piercing lavender orbs that sought to skew the person in front of her with every fiber of her being. Nirix was normally not so driven by her emotions but now, she had enough of the Doctor

"I have been a better mother to the Da'len then you could've ever muster," She growled out. Glades did not know Nirix, she could not state that she did not know what it was like to feel helpless for the one she cared about. The Eoclu knew that feeling all too well, in fact she felt it for awhile now. For the real truth of the reason was that Nirix didn't know how to help, she would fumble with the concept and even when she tried to help it seemed to never last.

She was only really good with a few subjects. Death, subterfuge and stealth. Those were what she had been trained in, had perfected. Developing natural emotions, falling in love, finding faith, making friends, and meeting Ketin, those where what had came last and unexpectedly. It was these "surprises" that made Nirix who she was today, that drove her to want to help more and shake the feeling of helplessness.

After hearing the statements coming out of Nirix's mouth made Glade's really angery, but instead of lashing out she yelled at her "Of course I can't be the mother that I wanted to be if he was away for 300 YEARS! AND PRESUME DEAD!!!" She started to dart towards Nirix intending to hurt her, but was stopped by a large metal claw put in front of Glades, stopping her in rampaging tracks. Kampfer teleported next to Glades, both individuals giving off a presence of titan's power and force to be reckon with. "Nirix, for all ze times I have dealt vith mortal beings I have come accustom in reading body language and my eye device can see various hormonal changes and various other medical zings, in all give me a brief understanding on how a person feels either telling if ze feelings are true or not. From you Nirix, for an assassin, you show zat you truly care for Ketin, enough for me to assume zat in one point in ze future, you may vant to...uh..mate vith him seeing your hormones vhen your next to him. But anyway I see your feelings are true, but so are ze feelings of Glades. For all ze thousands of years I have known her, it has been ze first time to see tears rolled down her cheeks and from seeing her body language and hormones I can tell her feelings are true. Ve both may be crazy scientist's, but ve are honest zough to ze veings ve deal vith" Kampfer said looking at Nirix hoping his explanation can calm down the situation.

Arthur and the Supersoldatens shook their heads in agreement that both Doctors are honest and speak the truth when needed. "Plus Nirix, I can see zis outcome already and you are not ze victor in zis. Your dealing vith at least a couple thousand years vorth of experience, high cell regeneration and a bone structure made out of carbonite and titanium alloy which would break your blade if you try to cut off a limb or her arm blades" he continued to explain "Of course if you vish to continue on zis path I won't stop Glades turning either turning zis hallway into red or vhatever color your blood is or you being under knife in operation table being experimented on by here" he continued to warn her.

Kampfer may not show it on his face, but the last thing he didn't want is violence in his space station, all he wanted was to find the answers about Ketin and Glades.

The team of three, Harlan, the Hitzen soldier and Dallen finally approach the hangar doors. Harlan nudges the door open with his boot and peers in. They move in and Harlan looks around the cold, unwelcoming concrete and steel hangar. He calls out to the others who had wandered ahead. "Hey, you two feel free to look around. Dallen, I've got my walkie talkie. If you find anything important call me over." He turns and starts walking toward a flight of stairs that he guessed led to some sort of control room. He opens the creaky metal door and leans his rifle on the wall before approaching the control board. "Uhm... alright..." He sees a few knobs that the markings haven't been worn off of. He turn them, hoping that the floor would slide open. The hangars in these bases were usually equipped with subterranean mini hangars for more storage space.

It may have been some consolation to Nirix that Glades’ comfort went entirely unappreciated. Stiff as a board, he merely winced and squeaked the faintest whimper when she approached. His eyes were staring forward still, glazed, as if he was gone completely – perhaps with a faint glimmer of protest, some distant whisper of resistance, but otherwise it was as if he had detached himself and left the petrified shell behind. Only the sharp, labored breathing remained as the sole assurance that he was more than just a frozen corpse, paralyzed in abject terror. There was too, perhaps, a minor trembling.

He did not appear to watch the events transpiring rapidly before him, between the two fervent women. He stood stone-dead in his dismay and things went on without him.

It was too much. It was far too much.

Here was someone from his past, from the Ardella Facility itself – it should have been his worst nightmare to encounter such an individual, and yet she was so different from the ones he so clearly remembered.
But did he really remember it that way? It was so long ago. Maybe everyone there was as passionate and caring for him as this woman, and he simply edited them into cold, heartless scientists in order to justify his crime and ease the guilt of it? That mode of thought was, admittedly, very tempting.

But she talked of Father with venom, with deeply rooted anger that bordered on hatred. It stirred in him the passionate need to defend Father, to argue that he was no devil, to accuse her of…of what? In all this time he had never truly decided whether or not Aller’s paternal affection was legitimate. He tried to convince himself that it wasn’t, but when someone else said the same thing he felt the need to retaliate, to go the other way, to insist that Father really did love him. Nobody liked hearing that their parent didn’t love them, even if it might have been true?

But Duros Aller was dead, and the answers would have to come from somewhere else. Was Glades an acceptable source for it? No. Yes. No. Yes. Maybe? The indecision was overwhelming.

It was all overwhelming.

And still the terror of what someone from the Ardella Facility could still do to him hung like a black shadow over his thoughts. It was dominant, but subtle, taking the background and looming there, allowing indecision, anxiety, doubt and panic to take the forefront.

And all at once a feeling so terribly dreaded came rushing back into his chest. The panic again, the sudden epiphany, the understanding that mingled and twisted with total confusion and absolute ignorance. It was a fury, a white-hot hatred , a blatant and willful ignorance of everything but his immediate emotions and intentions. It fell over him like an unfurled sheet, draped over his features with all the intensity of a person not entirely in control of themselves.

It was that moment again, three and some centuries prior. The moment where it all happened too fast, where he lost control of himself, gave in to the rawness of it all and acted on what could only be described as animal instinct.

He stepped forth suddenly, intently, and barked with voice dry, ragged – and with more vehement hate than one would possibly imagine the boy to be capable of by far.

“You shut the **** up ‘fore I TEAR YOUR ****ING THROAT OUT!!” He roared, eyes trained on Kampfer and flooded with loathing.

For one moment, Ketin Clarke seemed to become something else. The left eye seemed alive, appeared to glow faintly against the contrast of his fair skin and bright hair. The iris seemed to tremble with a static, as if the inner workings were being strained to their limit – a downside to having put the powerful device into such an emotional kid. His small stature and kiddish appearance became suddenly irrelevant, and he stood there looking through hair dampened with sweat, hands at sides with fingers crooked in harsh clawlike appendages as though trying to crush some invisible object. The snarl bared a vicious set of fangs, the fur on his ears seemed to become jagged.

For one brief moment, Ketin Clarke had become Devil Eye – city killer – a creature which could only be described, even by the most favorable onlooker, as nothing less than a monster.

He stared down the Lord of Technology for a long, tense moment – stared him down as though the whole universe rested on this confrontation. The electromagnetic field being generated by the eye in the face of such powerful anger was baffling – and more than capable of doing some serious damage, even to Kampfer's Kete-proofed tech. It was such that even physical objects might be moved at his will, if he could control it. Unlikely as it seemed, the raw power was there and it would be impossible for anyone present not to feel it to some degree.

The last time Ketin had gotten like this had been the day that Duros Aller ceased to exist.

But the creature did not engage Kampfer again, apparently satisfied with having halted his explanation to Nirix before the last couple of words. What had been a logical warning he had taken as a disturbing threat, the idea of Nirix in such a ghastly predicament too much. Even if he was convinced now that she had lost all trust in him, convinced that she cared about him now only for some weird, incomprehensible reason...

He trained eyes then on Glades, and the seemingly impossible happened when the hatred burning from them flared greater still, like sunspots erupting from the depths of Hell itself.

And it occurred to him that he wasn’t even exactly certain as to why.

He was angry at her, he hated her, more than anything he was terrified of her – but in his sudden flare of fury he had largely forgotten what had triggered it in the first place. Perhaps merely his being so helplessly cornered. Perhaps being faced with an aspect of the past he never knew existed. Being told that Father was a rat bastard, being told that someone in the Ardella Facility loved him all along.

It should have been a happy ending. Thirteen would finally get the love he had been unconsciously yearning for all those years, he would stay with Glades and pick up where he had left off.

But it was not a happy ending – all it was, a complication of everything. He didn’t know what to think, he lashed out, his mind a whirling torrent of conflicting thoughts, incompatible ideas. Unanswerable questions that stabbed at his consciousness like rusty needles.

Glaring serrated vehemence at Glades, the thing looked like was about to say something – but he hesitated.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, he reverted.

The change of expression was more gradual, but it was not long before his muscles un-tensed, shoulders hung at sides, hands shook slightly, loosely. Kete looked to the floor numbly, expression largely blank but with hints of despair, a hopelessness that rivaled the contrasting anger from seconds prior.

Nothing really changed, and yet still he seemed to transform from the monster back into small, harmless Kete. The overwhelming surge of electromagnetic energy subsided. The kid stepped back, leaned again into the metal door, and slid down until he was seated on the floor. Pulling legs in, he rested elbows on knees and put both hands to his face, covering his eyes, fingers combing stationary through tufts of orange. Again, he seemed to shake subtly.

In a meek, timid, almost pitiful whimper of a voice, he said after a long moment

“P-please, just…just don’t fight. I'm sorry, I’m so sorry-y-yh~! ” the words cracked toward the end, implying a desperate, losing fight against oncoming tears, the movement of his shoulders made it further evident. What was he even apologizing for?
The fear was back in full force. He was terrified - and at last he had broken down and succumbed to silent, shuddering sobbing into his palms.

When it came down to it, Kete realized, the very bottom line of it all was that he simply did not know who to trust – who to love, who to follow – and even though this conflict may not have been advertised to those around him, it was becoming very clear that whatever it was, was tearing him apart.

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(Well wasn't that cheerful? Other parts later. Tomorrow probably.)

Everyone felt the rage come from Ketin, and so everyone looked over there shoulder to see for the brief moment, the actual Devil Eye. Kampfer turned his back towards Nirix and lowered his hand at Glades, but by this time she calm down but still is looking at Nirix since seeing Kampfer's face she already knew he got his answer. Kampfer grinned seeing Ketin's rage, a grin that said he finally was able to piece everything together, from Ketin to devil eye, and Glades initial findings after Aller's death, everything for Kampfer pieced together. He walked towards him and placed his hand on top of his head, scratching his ear and said "Your anger and rage is justifiable and ze answer I need" he lowered his hand from Ketin's head to his side.

"I vanted to have a conversation vith you Ketin, in more private setting but it seems I von't be having zat privilege" he said to him as he took a deep sigh and crossed his arms. "Ketin Clarke, I can tell you if vhat you did in your pass vas good or bad, zat is up to you to decide, but I can tell you are and have been in denial of your past. A past zat you clear vant no part of, but Ketin for all the time I have been around ze past is vhat makes you...you. Of course, you can change vho you are now since ze future is not set in stone but ze past is set in stone. I see zat I am quite similar to Doctor Aller, but I am not him, a scientist vho delves into science for political gain to me is a scientist vho only does vhat he does for selfish need. I one ze other hand do vhat I do for ze sake of science, I do not trample ze ones I care and love for to reach zat goal, I ask zem to help me to get to zat goal" he straighten himself and lowered his hands to the side and continued "Ketin let me tell you something, ones vho do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it and you are zat path and just now almost did to me, vhat you did to Aller. To get off zis path of doom, you must accept vhat has happen, from killing ze man you cared, to committing mass genocide that sparked ze growth of an empire, all of zis you must accept Ketin if you do not wish for zis cycle to continue. Neither can you continue to separate Ketin and thirteen apart because...in ze end of ze day zey are ze same person and zat person is...you"Kampfer spoke to Ketin as long as he could, ignoring any opposition from the boy. To took another large sigh and said to him "So I ask you vhat I first asked you. Vhat do you truly vant Ketin? Do you truly vant peace and zat no one vill get hurt? Or do you vant war, chaos and destruction? Zese questions can only be answered by you and only by you once you accept vhat has happened in your past" he extended his hand down at Ketin and added "I am ze closest zing you vill get to ze gods, since Deminsional Lords used to answer prayers since ze gods vere too lazy to answer. After spitting out ties vith ze gods, ve became our own separate entity, ve are neither God nor demon but for zat ve are unable to repent" he gave a quick glance towards Nirix, eyeing her in a way that her gods are also involved. "Give me your prayer Ketin and so I shall answer" Kampfer said in a vary cryptic manner, a manner that was almost angelic, a hint at the Dimensional Lord's connection to the supernatural even though the belief not be here in this universe.

Kete did not protest Kampfer’s touch to his ears, though the contact did not have the same positive effect that it usually would have. Ears twitched slightly in unconscious, reflexive protest, but otherwise he stayed as he was, crying silently into his palms with only the rhythmic shuddering of his shoulders to serve recognition.

Yet where he didn’t protest he didn’t react at all. It might prove difficult to determine due to his face being covered, but through the man’s speech he didn’t move, didn’t make any attempt to show that he hadn’t just gone away again.

It was a good speech that Kampfer gave, strong in logic and reason, structured and pinpoint accurate. It was everything that Ketin needed to hear, all in one concise monologue that he had no opportunity to ignore. He had been given the ultimatum in such a way that a response in either direction would bring such a great relief to his mind, ease his conflict, make things right one way or the other. He was being offered all the resources one could dream of – indeed, the powers of near-gods – and if there was any hope of the whirling torrent of confusion and indecision in Ketin’s mind it would be here and now. Finally it had come down to it.

But Ketin was gone. Shut down. He had given in again to the easiest option, the option which required the least sacrifice, offered the greatest immediate return, ‘solved’ all of his problems at once and took all the weight off his shoulders in one great wave of glossy relief. Like a drug that he was hopelessly addicted to, Kete had come so close only to relapse and return to willful ignorance and denial. Too hard to come to a decision, so the problem was stricken from his mind and checked off as just what he wanted it to be – a big misunderstanding, with himself merely an unfortunate byproduct swept along with the tide of it.

He had been faced with the opportunity to cure his addiction to denial and live free from the oppression of constant lies, but failed to muster the courage or strength to go through with the treatment, to take that one vital step.

”Y…y’got th’wrong guy. Got th’wrong guy.” he said at last, in a muffled, slurred whimper which barely constituted as ‘speech’. “I don’t…I dunno’ what you’re talkin’bout. Got the wrong guy…I didn’t…didn’t do none of that. Jus’ got th’wrong guy…Jus’...nothin'a do w'this...…Don’t want no trouble. Din’ do it. Jus’ got th’wrong guy. Jus’ leave me alone, jus’…jus’…nnyyhh-h-h-~”

Any attempt on the part of Kampfer or Glades to make any sort of physical contact would be met unconditionally with a harsh bat of the arm to swat them away and a slurred cry demanding – and pleading – to be left alone.

In his mind, he had lost Nirix as well and saw no reason for her to go trying to interact with him at all. Far as he knew, he had lost the woman’s trust and now been revealed as a despicable monster – even a practiced assassin wouldn’t want to associate with a creature such as the Devil Eye. Nobody trusted a mind-reader – how could he, after all, prove that he had not gone through someone’s memories? He was more than capable of doing so, but convincing them that it was strict policy to refrain unless there was dire need fell to a matter of mere trust…And Kete, as he saw it, had lost that.

Not to mention that he clearly and in no way deserved actual kindness or companionship. Not to mention that she now knew about Adrusade, the genocide he single-handedly committed…if Kampfer was to be believed.

He denied having anything to do with it now, but would that matter? Would she believe him? Would his façade of a harmless, peace-loving kid which so became him prevail over the monster he had so briefly exposed? Maybe, despite the outburst, he might still be looked at as the sweet kid who couldn’t hurt a fly? It seemed likely that every word out of Kampfer and Glades was utter fallacy. Maybe it wasn’t a façade at all? Maybe he was really being framed? Maybe he was really a killer?

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

Surely the kid, reduced to a pathetic, shivering figure on the floor, was harmless. Surely.
But then, there was the outburst, and clearly there was more to him than he preferred to let on.

In the end, it would be in the eye of the beholder what kind of person Ketin Clarke was – but regardless, the only individual he would allow near him without sharp retaliation would be the Eoclu who he was now utterly convinced had no reason to approach him at all.

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(Gah, dammit. Other parts WILL come soon, I swear~!)

Scared of the sudden grab from behind him, Christofer would let out a sound resembling a scream that most likely would be heard to the other side of the door if there still was anyone there. He'd try holding onto the bed as he was pulled away from his not so comfortable hideout, but even the bed leg couldn't support his weakening grip forever and eventually he'd have been pulled up and off his feet.

The hard grip on his shoulders would cause him pain, although it didn't seem to matter to the other person. The German wasn't relieved at all to see that the one grabbing him was Kallenger. This lowered his trust towards the woman, making him slightly fear her. His new ears would lay flat behind his head, trying to cover themselves from the complaining Royanna had to give.

"... Yes... Yes... Yes... Yes lady..." The boy would shake, mutually agreeing on whatever Kallenger was saying. He didn't have the right amount of pieces to fully comprehend her speech, he just didn't want her to be angry or she could do that... And Toffi would not want that...
He did try to make something out of a few of the words and sentences she said, but the only one that truly stuck to him was I'll keep you and No use to anyone like this. Was he really a test subject? Did they kidnap him and now wanted to make him believe all those strange things? Why? What had he done?
He was scared, but still couldn't point a fully judgmental finger at her or the others.

He would blindly do as she would tell him, being too scared to object her in fear of that... I'll do what ever you say... Please don't hurt me... he'd think to himself...

Dmitri wasn't exactly expecting the stranger to react so quickly, this could mean trouble... The albino would not take it lightly if the stranger would be trying to get an upper hand in the situation by abusing their suit or anything alike. These modern advanced soldiers were nothing but meat in a can, and the can did all the work for them - except when the person packing the meat told them to do something else. Mindless bots, not something one could negotiate with.

He'd try avoiding the stranger, only coming in close combat when he saw an opening from behind. The albino did not, unfortunately, carry a gun with him at the time being, so ranged attacks would be out of question.

The loud sound that the stranger caused was ripping through his ears like the sound from before. He'd cringe again, wrinkling his face at the uncomfortable unholy effect. He'd have to get rid of the invincibility in favor of the muter - his ears would play a key point in his job and he couldn't risk damaging them. Silently he'd curse to himself that he was running low on power and couldn't afford many tricks at once.

As he was preparing himself for an attack ment to target the joints, planning on possibly removing the part one would refer to as a helmet, the stranger started to talk. It was quite different from what he had been trying to predict. Was this some sort of new strategy of the government? Was he supposed to feel sorry for this individual?
And what was this crap of him being like something? Dmitri was fairly certain that the government would have pinpointed information of him to the newbies, so what was this? A lie? An attempt to deceive him?

"What kind of games are you trying to play salaga?! You are not fooling me. What kind of a hunter does not know how a canid looks like??" he'd raise his voice as a result, not liking the attempt of being fooled by the stranger. But what was that part of escaping this word?

For a brief of time, Dmitri's expectation of the Ranger being a rookie recruit or hunter were right on the spot. The man was standing with his arms down, the visibly charred mechanical arm he had hinting of a intense fight gone wrong, even how desperate his previous shots with the rather bulky gun felt. However, as soon the canid had lifted his blade, CL's awe quickly eroded away as his carbonite edge were raised at the same Dmitri's crimson dagger were. Even though he struggled to move his mechanical arm, the Masked Man defensive stance meant that he definitely knew his ways with a combat knife. "Listen..." — The Ranger grunted aloud, his voice creepily muffled by his gas mask. "You'd be dead right were you are standing if someone had sent me to take care of you. Worst of it, you would be dead hours-- No, days ago." — Diplomacy with that being gave the Ranger a weird, nostalgic feeling. When were the last time he hadn't cursed against a clear threat to his life? For a few silent seconds, his mind were took away 20 years ago. Far from this Masked Man was from what he is. "But... For the love of God, tell me who's you with."

The meeting with the canid were very curious as much as it was worrying for CL. Immediately, he tried to think about multiple conspiracies about how the authorities had found him and sent a exotic military unit after him... Made with the stuff of his dreams. It was hard for the Ranger to decide if his quick theory was right or if the creature would be from another sapient canid race, even though this was a lot more reassuring, it also meant that his quest could be thrown back into Aelyn's willingness of providing supplies, information and transport for the Mad Ranger. "However, I... Can't guarantee your safety if you don't answer me." - CL threatened, even though he sounded obviously regretful of it

"Da'len,"
Nirix had said it. When all would think that she should not, when all would give her sideways glances for still referring to such a horrendous monster using such an innocent name used amongst her people. How could she? Had she not heard his back story from Kampfer’s lips? Had she not seen and felt the sheer amount of rage from him only mere seconds earlier? Ketin was obviously not the same person that Nirix had met previously, he had changed many times. But then again, so had Nirix. So had everything that she thought she had knew, it all changed.

So yes, Ketin was different. Yes, he killed people, murder an entire race of people to build up some kind of Empire and probably enjoyed it. It was messed up, overly complicated and morally and ethically wrong. Yet still, Nirix knew something that know one else knew about the fox half breed.
"Da'len, it will be alright" She moved to stand in front of him, squating low to reach his level. Her voice was soft, swelled with a hidden emotion that even Nirix couldn't exactly explain. She reached out to him, hesitation clearly in her movements as she suddenly faltered.

It would've been most wise to leave him be, let him deal with this terrible situation by himself for it was ultimately up for him to decide. But Nirix knew better, she knew that he wouldn't be a to do this all by himself. No one should have to deal with this all by themselves. To the Eoclu, Kete needed one thing, a Moon. Most people want to see the sun, in hopes that it would brighten up their day. But for him, Nirix would've rather be his moon to shine down on him in his darkest hour. So, she ignored all the things that clouded his past, all the words and logic that Kampfer spewed and devoted her attention towards the shivering and sobbing boy in front of her.

If Nirix wanted to help, she would provide help in the best way she could.

”You used the capitol city of all Mankind as a library?” Aelyn-Paeryc could not help but reply, cagily and with a slight grin. ”That’s impressive, hats off.

What really surprised Aelyn however was when he was freely offered the great mech’s thorough assistance. Brows raised to mirror this. ”Wh…really? Just like that?.” he said incredulously, making no move to take the chip from Arsinova’s hand, allowing Harkahn to do so instead – implying that his unusual ‘condition’ was known at least to some extent around the crew. The researcher approached wide eyed and suddenly looking like a kid in a candy store. Even once he had taken the little chip, there was a long moment which he simply stood and stared at it with starry eyes visible through otherwise reflective glasses.

“Great Galaxy.” he exclaimed under his breath. “I can hardly imagine what kind of…” then, snapping to attention, “I’ll upload everything into the database right away!” and enthusiastically power-walked out of the mechanics bay. It would probably take some time to download the store of information, depending on just how much there was, and how much was duplicate information that was already contained in the Stella database.

Still looking slightly uncomfortable, Aelyn continued “That’s excellent. Here I was assuming I’d have to trick you into it.” A noticeable smirk, as if there was some possibility that he might have been once again attempting ‘humor’. Or possibly not. “Do you know where it is? The Sol System I mean, and Earth. What condition they’re in is irrelevant and-…The Stella is more than capable of terraforming over whatever damage has been done.” it seemed for a split second that he had been about to say something else, but cut off and went a different direction with his words. Then, before he could say anything else, the BrainPal™ transmissions suddenly demanded the majority of his conscious attention, he put a finger to his ear and grinned widely.

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard those acronyms.” he said, speaking aloud and allowing the still-secure BrainPal™ communications channel to transmit his voice. Responses would, of course, still be comprehended only in his mind, and only the incoming signals would be tappable. “It’s good to finally be speaking with someone civilized. Your Captain would probably benefit from a community course on proper social interaction and perhaps anger management.” by that point it was obvious that he was sneaking in an unnecessary jab at Nabes, but still staying on topic. “I made contact with your Ranger on the Earth IV surface some time yesterday. I enlisted his assistance on a personal matter involving a number of combat situations. We were separated about two hours ago after an encounter with an unexpectedly powerful opponent. Whether or not he survived that encounter I do not know, and frankly I probably won’t be sticking around to find out since my business is all but finished here...Of course I’ll still provide financial compensation for his services if he does turn up.” It was not an unreasonable concept – as hard as the Stella was to find, it was not difficult to contact by common communication methods.

“Oh and, just so we’re clear, I have no military presence on that planet at this time, and have no intention of being your enemy without provocation. The man who’s giving you trouble goes by ’Lord Kampfer’. I would avoid engaging him if at all possible, his forces are over-expansive and he has assumed total control over the System. Of course, if you do plan on fighting him, I’ll be happy to give you all the intel I have. However unlikely, I’d love to see that **** go down. Hmh.” the thought of it induced a single, dry chuckle from his throat.

-

Dorin Harkahn broke into a run the moment he stepped around the corner from the mech-bay, heading for one of the magrail stations situated around the girth of the city-ship. During the process of getting to the primary database center he stumbled three times, interrupted four conversations, induced two dropped coffee mugs, and knocked one person unconscious.

He had spent his entire life working on this exact sort of thing – he could only imagine what scientific marvels and wonders of the universe might be unlocked with this little chip!

Eventually he was there, fleeing as though chased by a grue past the two guards and through the great, vault-steel door. He was one of three on the vessel who the door automatically opened for. There was the metallic tapping as he ran along the catwalk stretching over the vast and seemingly unending cylinder which constituted the database cooling system – or most of it, anyway. Through the second door and finally into one, small, unassuming room that was humorously situated behind a simple office door.

The inside of the room was more impressive, though still not massive. It was dome-shaped, plastered nearly to the ceiling with monitors displaying all manner of information. Various computer consoles and terminals lined the walls and it seemed as though operating the thing at full capacity would take at least nine people.

With surprising athletic prowess he leaped over the back of the chair directly ahead, which faced a blank pad that constituted the most versatile instrument. It came to life in a burst of holographic light and he immediately went to work setting up the program – but he stopped suddenly before inserting the chip to run it.

He stopped and looked with eyes narrow at the little chip, rubbed dubiously at his chin for a couple of seconds, then gave a huff as if he had just remembered he had to take out the trash before he could upload the vast store of knowledge.

In reality however, it had simply occurred to him that there was always the possibility of double-crossing. As such he would take it and insert it into a separate console, which only slid out from the wall upon command from the primary terminal. It was otherwise a completely isolated network and did not communicate with other terminals.

More furious typing and he ran the most extensive, in-depth malware scan he had ever initiated. If there was anything even potentially harmful, the program would find it.

The scan would take some thirty minutes – considering how greatly malware scanning tech had developed since the ancient days of the archaic ‘PC’.

If, after that time, the chip proved to be harmless, he would begin the process of uploading it, which would take another thirty minutes.

---

Dallen Armston spun around suddenly with nostrils flared. “Oh HELL no.” she barked, immediately moving to follow Ducote. “Splitting ain’t never a good idea in creepy-ass places like this. I’ve watched enough ****ing movies t’know that a walkie-talky ain’t gon’do nothin’ if some huge alien comes out th’ceiling and bites your ****ing head off.” Her words were quick and more than stern.

Dallen was definitely the most on-edge of everyone present. She was far from a coward, but ever watchful, suspicious, ready for anything…Plus she had watched far too many old films and couldn’t help but be spooked by the place.

The hanger was vast, cavernous, and empty – this was largely disappointing, so it did not seem that too much progress would be lost if the two of them were to tag along – so Tsuan shrugged and jogged to catch up, following them up the stairs and into what was apparently the hanger’s ‘control tower’. There was a wide, slanted window making up the majority of one wall, and it gave a good view of the chamber that they had just been in. Curious as she was about all the different controls, Armston had always been careful to leave anything even vaguely ‘technical’ to those who were ‘better trained’ for it...Not at all because she had an unspoken tendency to…break things.

As such she just stood by the door with rifle in her hands, occasionally leaning out to look down the stairs like someone could come running up any second. She was also cagily glancing about the ceiling, looking for exhaust vents or anything else that something slimy might squirm through to inflict venomous doom upon them all.

Tsuan fiddled with buttons along with Ducote, and the pair of them would need some ten minutes worth of teamwork before anything happened.

Finally something changed out the window – a number of horizontal sliding doors embedded in the floor began to slowly, and with great difficulty, slide open. They opened all in a row, starting with the nearest one to the control room and systematically, like dominoes, going down the line. Some got stuck halfway, some did not open at all, but it seemed that if the condition had not impaired it, they would have activated the ‘all ships to battle stations’ protocol.

As the sliding doors opened and further receded into the floor, platforms began to rise from the bottom of them, revealing their contents and replacing the floorspace that the opening doors had negated, which consisted of….nothing.

It was greatly disappointing, but it appeared that this two had been stripped clean.

At first.

Without warning, there was a great, terrible sound like a car being crushed by a mechanical monster as it roared fiery death and the hymns of the underworld. Twisting, screeching metal, things popping, here and there a tiny explosion.

One of the chambers what’s doors failed to open more than a crack had apparently a fully functioning floor platform, which proceeded to crush whatever was in there into a useless heap of scrap. Even Tsuan couldn’t hold back the faintest, sardonic grin from his long face at the humor of it.

However disappointing though, the chambers had yet to finish opening, and eventually, far, far down the line, something could be seen rising from beneath the floor to sit happily in view. It was a long walk.

The prize was an air-space vessel that was miniscule in comparison to the starliners, but larger than a small collection of double-decker busses. The technology seemed outdated and in general it appeared as though built by people imagining what ships must have looked like in ancient concept art. There were lots of angular panels layered here and there. It was rather fat, but still aerodynamic – with jet engines on either side, and stardrives visible toward the back. Other parts were matte black, and the cockpit centered within a decent sized, glossy black ‘windshield’. There were hefty looking manual laser turrets on either side, accessible from within but effecting the user’s safety in combat minimally. There were also automated turrets atop the machine – not heavily armed, but certainly capable of defending itself and potentially able to pack a punch in a pinch.

It would have carried a cargo payload of maybe one hundred tons, and would comfortably house a crew of eight or nine, requiring only a single pilot to effectively operate it. All in all, not a bad find.

The strange ‘GE’ diamond emblem was present on the sides.

“Well, that’s pretty neat.” Tsuan said, after a moment of silent inspection among the three of them.

Best of all, the ship looked in good working order.

---

Royanna let a deep sigh escape her, a huge wash of relief that she had gotten the kid under control.

Yet even she was aware enough to realize that she may have gone a little bit too far in the right direction. Her expression softened, but still held a sense of exasperation – as did her voice when she spoke again after a moment of tense, awkward silence following their combative little ordeal.

She started to speak a few times but could not settle on her words, succeeding only after another huff that was more directed at her own inability to deal with these things than anything else.

“Look, kid.” she said, and in voice and expression there was a sense of pleading. Words were kept soft, and the woman suddenly looked rather tired beneath the eyes. “Look, I’m trying to help you – do you understand that? I’m on your side here - and everyone else here will be too. If you can just stay calm and stay with me, we’ll be able to visit Doctor Ritters and I’m sure he’ll know something about what’s going on with you, okay?”

But the kid still looked afraid of her, as though he expected her to hurt him if he didn’t do as she commanded. This was frustrating, but Roya was able to hide that frustration in knowing just how unhelpful letting it take over would be. She still sounded exasperated, but this time she leaned in and gave him a legitimately earnest look.

“C’mon kid, if I was going to hurt-Dammit…... Christofer, you’re not in any…Hnnnngh~!.” She still had to keep restarting what she was trying to say, wanting to pick the softest, most reassuring words she could. It was becoming obvious that she was working very hard on something that she was very bad at – that being ‘making someone feel better’. It was also becoming more apparent that she was putting a fair sum of emotional investment into the kid – though whether or not he would be coherent and aware enough to notice things was on him.

Steepling fingers to massage the bridge of her nose and closing eyes to think, eventually she tried again and this time things came out better. “Toffi, I like you. You’re a good kid. You helped me out a lot back there – Hell you probably saved my life – so why would I, of all people, after all the **** we’ve gone through, would I want to do anything to you, or have anything done to you against your will? Kid I didn’t go to that planet looking for you, so why else would I have outright refused to leave without you? Hell I probably shouldn’t have, given that the brass will probably ring my neck for bringing back someone who wasn’t my target – but I did, because I like you, and I wanted to keep you safe.” Satisfied with her words, Roya paused and debated saying more – ultimately deciding to try and push the limits of her apparent emotional self-restriction.

“Kid, I know this all seems like some kind of nightmare. Something weird definitely did happen to you, I won’t lie about that. And I can’t wake you up from the nightmare, but if you’ll just put a little faith in me I can help you through it.”

It was definitely more intensely emotional and, admittedly rather sappy in that poetic sort of way – and a part of her instantly regretted making herself sound like some kind of…what, writer? Again she silently scolded herself for metaphorically investing too much in him. The woman sighed again, clearly having a very hard time doing something that she desperately wanted to do. Ran fingers through short hair, looking up at the ceiling, then leaned forward to rest arms on knees and hang her head, preemptively assuming that all of the emotional investment she had put into the words had gone to waste. It was both frustrating and depressing, and for so many reasons – the way Roya saw it now was that she was throwing herself at a brick wall, and the effort of it was becoming discouraging.

---

It was entirely by chance that Nirix just happened to say just the right thing – a phrase which always seemed to help…Or it would, if it was said to him more often.

It was an extremely rare occurrence for someone to assure Ketin Clarke that everything was going to be okay. The vast majority of the time it was him assuring others on the matter – after all, the vast majority of those Ketin had traveled with did so for very different reasons than Nirix was.

Bia had been an ‘Impartialist’, seeking only to observe his actions from a clinical perspective. ‘Gus had needed help keeping his family safe after the DEU ransacked his home looking for the Devil Eye. Andromeda had been a bounty hunter after his head, ultimately convinced into letting him go free after he had charmed her out of her wits. Nori had been an agent on a mission that Kete learned too much about, then was forced to help out for that reason. Ivan was run out of his home and forced to tag along. Sylissian had needed someone more worldly to guide her after planetary exile. Alexander had been lonely and didn’t fit in where he lived. Natalia had been homeless and in desperate need of a hero. He’d helped Lexi find the missing person she’d been searching for. Ikarus had been like Sylissian but more severe.
Cian…He’d just had a bit of a crush on Cian.
(All actual RPs he’s been in – hooray for continuity~!)

Ketin had always been the one helping – or interfering – in the lives of others. He was always the one to promise that everything was going to be okay to others, whether he was certain of the fact or not. Sure, people had grown attached to him in the past, but never like this – never like Nirix had. Nobody had ever persistently followed Kete if they weren’t after his incredible bounty, so certainly nobody had ever done so to protect him. But Nirix had been doing just that. She had been the first person in three centuries to become so attached to him that she felt the need to keep him safe and provide the friend he so desperately needed…And so adamantly denied.

In that moment, Ketin wanted more than anything to say that, but it wasn’t going to happen. He wanted suddenly to explain why he had gotten so angry moments prior, how Kampfer’s warning of the Eoclu’s potential fate should she act aggressively had set him off.

But Ketin was not thinking straight. He was still petrified of Glades, no matter how legitimate she seemed in her affection for him – naturally that was something he was well aware of given the empathetic capabilities of the Eye, but all the intention in the ‘Verse wouldn’t stop him from being overwhelmed with fear that he might be taken back into Imperial custody, however unlikely or illogical. Simply seeing someone that had actually been there was enough to set him off – and that was without all the mixed emotions.

Beneath everything Ketin was just an eighteen-or-so year old kid. If he hadn’t taken so well to the Eye, if the ‘war effort’ hadn’t got so desperate – he never would have left the Ardella Facility…But he never would have been given the immortality, either. He would have lived out a miserable life as a test subject and died. Often he thought that things might have been better off that way. But he had been the one to be given the Eye’s full capabilities, to be made into the New Empire’s ultimate weapon. If Aller had ever a choice, an eighteen-or-so year old kid with serious abandonment issues would have been precisely his last, if he would even consider it. But then, maybe he had grown attached to the boy like so many others later would?

Again, the only one who knew under all the politics and greed and sociopathic tendencies whether or not he actually did love the boy as a son. In no way would he project this possibility to others, but Kete knew more than anyone that emotions, even affections, could be deeply buried.

But presently, Ketin was working desperately on getting his thoughts back together and into some vague semblance of order and coherency. Nirix had told him that everything would be okay, and the fact that someone else had taken the responsibility of making everything okay off his shoulders was an absolute godsend to him. Not that he necessarily believed her – but what mattered was that she had said it, and he hadn’t needed to lie again and say it himself.

Ketin Clarke hated liars, the hypocrite.

The beneficial effects of her words were apparent almost immediately, given the way time seemed to slow down during moments like these. There was a long silence as he gradually quelled the silent sobs. Eventually he slit his fingers slightly to look through the spaces while keeping face still concealed behind palms. A faint smile was suddenly visible, with the sort of bitter, dark humor that might follow a terrible mistake in order to better cope. He even let out a similarly derisive laugh, which manifested more like two rapid exhales than a conventional laugh, but still got the emotion across.

“Hh..I’m kinda’ a basket case ain’t I Nir’?” he said at last, his voice still dry and weaker now, smaller and slightly shaky. ”I’s hopin’ y’wouldn’t find out. Bein’ a nut don’t always get’ya th’best friends y’know?” he added, rhetorically.

Then, as if suddenly remembering where he was, he shook his head – though the dark little smile still remained. “This join’ ain’t doin’ no good f’nobody ain’it?” he said, words still slurred with the exertion of it all, still breaking here and there. “Those two’r crazy, I ain’t no city killer I’m four foot tall.” He was not literally only four feet tall, but that he was returning to use of humor was evident – and possibly relieving? Who did he think he was fooling? Though he had fooled others before. It was a good point that he did seem almost entirely harmless. Even now, a well concealed and very sharp temper didn’t necessarily make him a genocide, right? That was the logic he was going on, anyway. A false hope most likely, but it sure beat actually facing his problems.

“Shouldn’a come here. Remin’ me not’a make stupid decisions like that in th’future, huh?” and with those words, he made a sad, meaningful eye contact with her and seemed to hold something out of place in his tone. Really the reason it seemed strange to say something like that was because Ketin never talked with others about their future interactions, preferring to leave everything as open-ended as possible to make for easier lying, easier escaping. The words implied his assumption – or maybe even his hope – that they would be sticking together for some time.

"Well technically the library is underneath humanities capitol but same difference if you ask me" he stood looking up at the ceiling as if in wonder then preceded to bring his head down "You fail to understand that someone has to take the mantle after the previous owners have lost their ability to fulfill the task. and if any of the previous owners are still around when the mantle is passed down, they must decide who to pass it down to" Arsinova stood tall looking down at Aelyn "Besides, I might be old but I know a trick and a wall when I see one, I am in your territory, I am in your debt for getting me out of that junk pile and keeping Bravo safe for me"

As the chip ran through the process of the malware searcher no errors came up in the time it took to scan the entire chip however, several anomalies popped up, not dangerous just strange reactive codes and non compatible program commands.

Kampfer held back his fustration at Ketin seeing that even though he gave him what he needed to hear, Ketin still won't accept the truth. Though seeing Nirix having some kind of sway with him and there connection to each other, Kampfer just looked on giving Ketin a subliminal message stating through his mind that only Ketin will understand "That if you continue to deny your past, you both will end up in ruin" Kampfer then blinked and gave a sigh. "Vell it seems I can only do so much...I recommend to have some rest before you both go, I have to do some zings before I see you both off" he siad as he started to walk away from the two of them. Before getting any farther he looked at Nirix and decided to give her truth that for would be hard for her to swallow. "Oh Nirix, I can tell you don't believe me vhen I say zat ze Dimensional Lords do zings for ze gods, so to let you know Lord Ova, ze Dimensional Lord of Darkness sends her regards. She is quite amused by her prayers before and after you kill because you know, killing is a dark deed and she is most pleased by your actions as an assassin" he said as he gave a evil grin at her. As he started to walk away he added "She vould come down and visit you but since zis universe lacks magical vitality she can't exactly manifest herself ze usual vay, and zis is for you from her" he then reached into his pocket and flipped a coin towards her. The coin is a big as a half dollar,jet black and on one side a white feminine skull with a chivalry hat and feather on bright against the black background. On the other side it was a classic pointed knight helmet with a feather pulm looking towards the right of the coin.

"Come on Doctor, ve have a few zings to discuss" he said as he continue to walk down the hall away from the group. Glades gritted her teeth, being separated with Ketin bothered her, but Kampfer is right, they do need to discuss important matters, plus its not like Ketin and Nirix are leaving just yet, she concluded in her head as she gave a light jog towards the other white haired scientist, leaving the two soldiers and Arthur to look after the guests.

As they both made the corner, they didn't say a word until they reached Kampfer's office, a office space that looks like it was cut from the Godfather, classic wood walls, floors with red carpeting with fancy table and chair to go with it. Kampfer sat at the chair and Glades went to the side of the room looking at the bookshelf he had there. "So Glades, I zink it's time to initate ze operation" he said as he raised both of his hands towards his face. Glades gave a sigh and rolled her eye's "Going to Lord Erica is not a military operation, it's an operation for you...but I guess the price you pay for being a living corpse" she said as she pulled a book and the bookcase it self split in half giving way to a walk in closet. "I vill be gone for extensive period of time, plus Gyro isn't ze most friendliest of places" he added as looks at Glades walk into the closet. "Well you have me and Arthur, so you shouldn't worry" Glades added as she starts to get undress, throwing her old clothes out of the closet into Kampfer's view. "Ahmph" she added as Kampfer could see her armed extended and gesturing him to give her something. Kampfer sighed and pulled out his optic device on his eye and tossed towards her, now his face being symmetrical and looking sightly younger. She grabbed and pulled it in and "DAMMIT KAMPFER! Give me the other thing!" she yelled out as her hand is extended once more gesturing for a different object. Kampfer sighed and pulled open his drawer and pulled out a large roll of bandages and tossed it towards her "Hey its not my fault you got two giant meat bags" he giggled a little bit. Glades poked her head out giving him a stern look and then said "Shut up, you don't know it feels being a woman...they give be back pain". Kampfer started to laugh and after a few minutes, Glades came out looking like Kampfer himself to some degree. Wearing the same outfit he does and similar messed up hair and even wearing his optical device. Her chest was a little lumpy but because of Kampfer's baggy clothes, it helped hide her lady lumps to some degree. "I know I am missing your arm but how do i look?" she said as she posed for him. Kampfer got up and did a slow clap and said "Like a mispair of socks, but vill do" he smiled as he admires the look that Glades tried to mimic. "I hope this works" she added as she looks at the mirror in the closet. "I von't vork up close but at a long distance and mid distance it should vork" Kampfer said as he got close to her and started to wipe the lint off of her. He placed his hands on her shoulder's and looked at her with his bright blue eyes and said "Operation, start" Glades smiled and nodded and both scientist's left the office.

Soon deep inside the abandon Arctic base, the Frost Queen woke form her many centuries slumber. She kicked open the canister that held her in, and looked around a bite groggy. The room is cold and with the encroaching ice on the walls, but the cold nor the ice never bothered her. She blicked a couple of times as she looks at her blue arms and hands trying to get her eyes to refocus. She moved around the room trying not to be so stiff from her mega power nap. Lucky for her a semi functional computer was in the room and soon she went towards it, thanks to the soldiers up on the upper levels for turning the power on, she was bale to access the computer and look for its files seeing if she could find any reference to what year it was and where she was. It didn't take her long to realize that she's been asleep for a very long time, the location of the base and the very familiar name: Doctor Sarah Glades. "Hmmm, if Doctor Glades is here, then.." she then gasped and finished "then Kampfer is here...I need to find him" she then rush towards the door and tries to open them up but to no avail. She then concentrated and placed her hand on the door. Realizing the door itself is frozen to almost absolute zero, she manipulated the ice on the door to a certain degree and shattered it into pieces. With the door destroyed she started to make her way up to the upper levels, tying to find her way out. Her boots making a loud echoing sound as she went up each flight of stairs towards the upper levels of the base, towards the soldiers she is quite unaware of.

His eyes bore into hers, the blue and separate cybernetic orb looked upon her with a depth of sadness and wishful hopefulness that Nirix could hardly look away, could hardly even manage to breathe. Ketin didn’t want her to go; he didn’t want to separate from her but merely hoped that they would be together for awhile. It was heartwarming, emotional tying, and it was more than apparent that it took the normally leveled headed assassin, time to react.

To breathe. To think even remotely clearly.

The sound of Kampfer’s voice suddenly grabbed at Nirix’s attention, pulling her from the depths of her thoughts. All emotions, suddenly seemed to flood out of her and her current focus was on listening to the words being said, on gather possible important and valuable information. He was discussing her God’s once again, asserting himself and this so called “Dimensional Lords” into her religion and into her fate’s design. She responded the same, her mildly indifferent expression didn’t falter too much until a coin was flipped her way and a sinister smile had found its way onto the man’s face. The coin was rather big; jet black with a feminine skull and odd hat and feather on one side while on the other was itched a pointed knight helmet with a feather. The design was odd to the Eoclu nonetheless and seemingly held no kind of importance to her culture. Nirix didn’t think too much of it but it could still hold useful, after all it was tied to Kampfer in some ways.

And then, just like that, he and Doctor Glades were gone, disappearing around a corner and away from Nirix’s line of sight. They were not entirely safe or free to speak without the watchful gaze of Kampfer’s influence, as she noticed that the two metal soldiers and Arthur were still very much present. Yet still, the apparent tension that had been in the Eoclu’s stature had lessened some and her eyes automatically shifted towards Ketin, watching his general expression and movement.

“You called me Nir" Was all she managed to say, her voice had dropped to an almost inaudible whisper.

What would they do now?