4163/Symbiotic Investigation

Symbiotic Investigation
Date of Scene:	28 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crusader, Nuala Duvall

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Crusader has posed:
While the UMFA (Underground Mutant Fighting Arena) was quite active on the weakeneds, it was notably more quiet on the weekdays. The aged old decrepid train station had a few patrons here and there. A six armed man working the bar, a few folks making their underground (and likely illegal) deals, and of course anyone was free to use the fighting ring as there were no scheudal matches. Of course, the fights here could be alot more....dangerous than your standard fighting ring.

Speaking of which. One woman is seen careening through the air and langing upon a table, the table shattering beneath here. The stone-skined mutant was just thrown our of the ring by none other than Vorn - aka The real Steel Orc to many of the people down here. Vorn grunts and climbs out of the ring grumbling "Guess you not THAT tough"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "I know the protocol," Nuala tells her AI partner. "I'm taking the Slim Suit, that should be sufficient." Timmy, the AI, responds to the possibilities with a slew of unknown hazards. "I know that, too. Don't tell Dad, I'll be fine. Yes I remember the Daxamite, that was different. It just is."The cloaked ship parks over the fighting arena, and puts on her mental blockers. Too many mutants here, which means potential telepaths. The last thing she needs is someone mucking with her head. The silver band stretches across her forehead, and she adjusts her brown leather jacket before descending from the ship, hopping from the landing ramp onto the ground in the alley. She wears a black polo and a pair of jeans, attempting to blend in. Of course, she isn't a mutant, so that is something that stands out, but then, not all mutants look different. She glances around as she steps in, just in time to see the shattering of the table. Okay, which one is it? She starts looking back and forth, none of these people look like Phalanx.

Crusader has posed:
As Vorn walks towards the bar for a drink - the suit would begin in a sense going nuts. Vorn was putting out all kinds of red flags - unusual electronic signature that was close to but but exactly like a phylanx, a lack of vitials, let alone organ. The signature itself was perhaps the most important - some phylanx have been known to have cyberpathic abilities, and the suit AI seem to make to sure there were no security breaches due to Vorn unique electrical signature.
    Meanwhile the orc known as Vorn simply buys himself a large bottle of beer and begins to chug it down like it no one buisness. For now it seems the target was playing nice

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala glances at the wrist of her sensors, "Where?" she asks herself in Xandarian, not concerned that anyone would really hear her in this mess. She looks at Vorn. "Are you sure?" she asks Timmy. "What I am looking at does not look anything like Phylanx. Yes, I know, altered Phylanx, well, this is certainly altered."
    Nuala walks up to the orcish giant, and sits down directly next to him. Her eyes look him over, studying him in a way seems to not identify that she's looking at a person, more as someone might examine a painting, with a lack of regard whether she is seen by her subject.

Crusader has posed:
"Is there reason you stare?" Vorn asks, despite not looking at Nuala. He buys another drink. While he was a cyberpath, his skill in it was more suited to much more earth-level technologies. At most he can tell Nuala had a technological suit, and one with an AI, but it nature he could not discern.
    Regardless, Vorn looked every part of the orc. Brutal, merciless, he even seem to have scars on his body. And yet according to the A.I he wasn't as he appeared. Could the phylanx have found a new way to assimilate life forms?

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "I need to remove you from this planet," Nuala says, her accent distinctly Xandarian sounding, though she looks as human as they come. "As a sentient life, protocol does allow me to let you leave on your own volition. Phylanx are not allowed on Earth, your race is designated hostile." She seems to prepare herself as she gives her short speech, as if she is expecting to be attacked. She's not afraid, she seems more...business like in her approach, as if this is a conversation she's had many times before.

Crusader has posed:
The bartender looks between both of them "The hells is this? Some sort of...." and the tender quickly shuts up with one look from Vorn. The orc raises his hand for one more drink which is given. His finger steeple on the glass is if deciding weather to punch or to talk. Vorn has always been the most....volatile of his states.
    But he takes the calm path none the less "Since when do Xanadarians mess with earthly affairs?" he grunts out "Regardless, was born here, and staying here. Sides, your sensors are mistaken - not a phylan. Just an everyday human. But if you wish to talk...elsehwere. It can be arranged" after all, he was trying to maintain a mutant image here.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Politics," Nuala answers, glancing back at the bartender, as if gauging how much to say in this atmosphere. She doesn't seem to process why the bartender objected. She must not be very up on the tensions surrounding mutants, which may be a little hard to believe. "That would be ideal," she agrees, not ordering a drink for herself. She gets up from the stool, and waits for the orc to do likewise.

Crusader has posed:
And needless to say, many of the mutant who had overheard Nuala was glareing at him. A few seemed to want to go over and punch here. But Vorn has been fighting here for a while...so it was hard to say if they wanted to beat her up more than they wanted to avoid getting walloped by Vorn...who may or may not be walloping Nuala by their perspective already. Some looks to the broken table....and settle down. Some stayed debating...none came forward yet.
    "Manners actually" Vorn says. WHich may be a surprise, comming from the brutish looking being. He stands up and pays for his drinks without any fanfair. And with that he leads the way to much quiet section of the underground station - the equvilant of a private both in a bar, but much larger. Vorn turns to Nuala "Alright. Start talking. Not in mood to deal with idiocy"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala seems to gauge the booth from a tactical position, as well as the many who seem to be takin interest in the conversation. She thought that he meant somewhere outside of the establishment, and takes a deep breath as she sits. "I am part of the Halal task force, an anti-parasitic prevention team that is a subsidiary of Nova Corps," she says, and her dialect betrays that English is most certainly not her first language. "I am not here to be of improving or take interest in race relations. I do not stand as judge. I am simply here as an enforcer. I do not know if you are being familiar with my department, but I am on Earth to be preventing all manner of parasitic infestation. I do not believe you are simply human."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn grunts "Oh Joy, the Nova Corps, and one that deals with 'parasites" he uses finger qoutes around the word parasite. "Ironicly this isnea the fist time this has happened." he gives pause "Actually, the last person ended up dead." his tone wasn't threatening, infact he seems to be taking all this in stride. "Regardless, lets go two things straight - One" he gestures to himself "Not a parasite. So yer Hala task force kin piss aff. Two - Been living here 64 years witoot a problem, and suddenly in the past year two such...." he says dryly "Departments have tried ta mess with me."
    He lays his arm on the table and leans forward "And frankly, yer think a Space Enforcement agency would send someone wit a bit more....knowledge. Yer practically made yerself look like a Friend of Humanities person" a pause "....for the record, those are humans are more or less want to exterminate all mutants. Yer in a establishment filled with more or less all mutants" he informs her - likely to give her insight into the possibility that she may have put herself in an unfavorable position.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala seems a little deadpan for most of the speech until Vorn gets to the part about knowledge. A certain edge seems to come across her demeanor. "As I say: politics. I heard about these Friends of Humanity people, and I honestly do not care much about the political tensions of Earth, they seem on the whole to be just as petty as the politics in the rest of the galaxy. I do not understand the difference between 'human' and 'mutant' peoples. I do not know your story, you tell me these things, but you must understand that I have heard many stories from many parasites. I have the sensor reports, they give me the information, I am required to act upon it. If you want me to interpret the data differently, I will need to have a reason to disregard my current readings." There is a certain by-the-book demeanor. This isn't personal, it's business. It sounds like she's done this many times as well. She does take heed though, a glance out to the room's occupants for the briefest of moments.

Crusader has posed:
The occupants were talking among themselves, there was angry whispering with pieces of conversations of why they weren't hearing yelling and punching. Some still looked wearing to go and many seem to glare at Nuala when she takes a glance out. Yea they were not happy about her being here. Vorn crosses his arms "It not politics, when innocents, both human and mutant are slaughted over stupidity and racism. It is not petty, when families are torn apart." now he started to sound angry - and it wasn't even about this woman seeming to want to kick him off earth, but rather how flippant (in his view) she seemed to be about earth and its current state. "But fine. What exactly will you need?" he crosses his arms "Already have 101 problems, and do nit need yea to be one of them. Nor want to put another person down for no gettin off my back"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala hesitates, realizing that she may have been overly callous by her remark. "You must understand, my concern is to prevent the extinction of entire races. That tends to tear apart far more families." She catches herself, why is she trying to justify herself to a parasite? "You will need to submit to a DNA sample," she belatedly answers, her voice slow as she thinks and processes the scenario. She narrows her eyes, not in anger, but in studious curiosity. Parasites don't usually show concern for families. She reaches up and pulls the silver band from her forehead. Her hand doesn't shake, but she seems mildly rattled by such a simple motion, allowing her to hear the thoughts of others around her, bidden or not.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn grunts, and nods slowly "Fine....not quite sure if got standard DNA, but very well." being the closest, his surface thoughts are quickly apparent. His mind was of course alien, even now he was catagorizing potential canidates for intergration, assimilation and absorbtion. Which people would be the most beneficial to bring into the collective.... and yet it wasn't quite 'standard' alien yes, but not typical. Unlike other collective...his seems to actually consider how - other people - would feel, as part of his 'selection process.' There were other thoughts, shattered memories of several different people, families he has never met, gadgets to work on, laws to make. It was all disconjointed as if his mind was several being talking at once - and yet had the same 'voice'.
    Meanwhile the thoughts of the crowd...were not pleasant. Thoughts of 'We oughta kill her. Least 'humanity' scum' to other less violent ideas of 'I came here to get away from this crap' and even a thought of '....why does this hatred need to exist', it was veratble hornets nest of different thoughts of views from the crowd.
    Vorn stands up and gestures "Will follow you, unless your suit is able to take a sample" weather or not the suit could, this seemed an oppertunity to get away from the seemingly angry crowd.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala seems...distracted for a moment, and after a second, she places the band back across her forehead, looking mildly disturbed. She takes a deep breath, and makes eye contact with one of the mutants with the most violent of imaginations. He'll be the target to eliminate first if things come to that. She looks back at Vorn, how long had she been quiet? "We will need to go back to my ship." Not true, but she decidedly would like to leave this place. She starts to get up, and while she was attentive previously, she seems far more attentive now, as if prepared for an attack at any moment.

Crusader has posed:
"Very well" he stands and goes to follow. At the very least seemed fairly co-operative for a parasite. Unfortantly, Nuala made eye contact with said mutant with violent imagination. Not content to sit around any more, he jumps up seeming to levitate a moment as he takes a deep breath and blows it out. Freezing air comes from his breath begining to form ice on whatever surface it comes into contact with. Several mutants dodge out of the way, while others seem to come and join him. One of the raises his ahdn forming a 'hard light' gun raising it towards Nuala and Vorn, and a third...phases through a table, the table crumbling to dust. They seem to have had enough of waiting

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala tucks to the side of the breath, and with an instant, the slim suit covers her clothes, a purplish form fitting outfit that is most certainly not of earth. She snaps her hands up, sending a couple of plasma bolts over the heads of the mutants, punching through the wall of the room like wet tissue paper. "Far enough," she announces, one of the wrist blasters trained on the mutant with the hard light gun. "I have no quarrel with any of you, and you are not wanting one with me," she warns. She really doesn't want to have to kill anyone, she looks back and forth, trying to keep her peripheral on Vorn.

Crusader has posed:
The crowd was a shifting mass. Some get out of there when the plasma bolts starts fireing, others join making the crowd getting larger now, as other began to join the initial mutants who started the engagement. Solving violence with violence, gets you more violence evidently. One of them says outloud "This from the Bitch with the 'friends of humanity'!!!" from the crowd comes a large wad of...what looks like spit. As it hits a way within the both, the wall melts away where the spit had hit.
    And Vorn...steps forward, his skin had become a metallic hellish red, and spikes had grown on his form....he looked a bit more than mad. Several mutants had backed up from the forming crowd now. It looked like a stand off. And now he speaks "Very...VERY short on patience right now. Get out of the way, or get yer spines ripped out" seeing as that Vorn as a reputation here...no doubt he could indeed rip out spines. Between the plasma blast and the angry Vorn who...was getting ready to tear folks apart the angry horde of mutants slowly began to back off

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "I gotta get the non-lethals installed on this suit," she mutters to herself, ducking to the side of the spit wad. She momentarily turns her aim to Vorn, expecting him to attack her at the opportunity. She backs up, and when he addresses the rest of the crowd, she turns her aim back to the others, slowly and steadily moving toward the door, weapons remaining trained on the crowd as she backs her way to the door.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn did say he was running short on patience - and that evidently applies to her "Next time that happens, rippin yer arm off too" he says in warning about the plasma gun being trained him. He touches his head as if feeling a massive head ache, growling at the sensation. He shakes it off and follows towards the door, the crowd parting for them. As they do Vorn calls out in German "<<Borgi, come on>>" and...an adorable little corgi weaves through the crowd of legs following the pair. As they head up the stairs, Vorn takes on his usual appearance, and his head turns up towards where Nuala ship should be.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala makes no comment on the threat against her. She's been threatened before. As they back out of the establishment, she slowly lowers her weapons, looking mildly confused. "Why did you do that?" she asks. "You know it was possible that I might have lost to that many." Of course, she would also probably kill several of them first, given her apparent armaments. "And...why do you have a dog?" Clearly, her assumptions about the orc are being challenged. As for her ship, it seems invisible, wherever it is. She walks into the alley, keeping her eye trained on Vorn lest he decide to shift into a more violent position. She's still not that trusting.

Crusader has posed:
"Yer point being? This is to get people AFF my back. If you die, probably going to have to deal with more. Sides, much as like fighting, et is best to avoid unnessary deaths" he states bluntly. He follows behind Nuala, and as they enter the Alley way he continues looking up. Only reason he could 'see' the ship was because of his cyberpathy, wasn't that he was really seeing, but rather sensing it. He knocks on his head murmering something to himself. "....as a companion?" he asks/answer back "Yer really haven't been on earth long have yer? Dogs make wundarful companions" once deep enough in the alley. Vorn form changes once again...to his larger heavily armored and caped Crusader form. In this state he didn't seem any more violent...infact he seemed -alot- calmer. He picks up the corgi, carefully "Alright. Let us visit you vehicle and get this over with" his voice was also less beastial now.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala just stares as Vorn converts into a more heroic looking persona. It's not his appearance, it's his demeanor. She taps a button on her wrist, and a ramp drops out of the air, revealing the interior of the ship. She walks in, trying to process the situation.
    The interior of the ship seems to be a cross between a lab, an armory, and a living space. On one side of the main room is a disassembled suit of armor, ready to be stepped into. Across is a workstation with a map and pieces of information about the scan that was made on Vorn.
    She taps a control on this workstation, and a small metal tube ejects with what looks like an electric razor on one end. "Put this against your skin," she instructs, tossing the device to Vorn to apply on his own.

Crusader has posed:
    Vorn, now Crusader takes the the small device in his massive hand "You do alot of Stareing for someone from space." he notes. He glances around at the ship and its' facilities.In particular he eyes the scan of himself and says "....if things are cleared...One requests you destroy any...infomation pertaining to Ones being." Could it be someone else from the Collective have taken over...or something else? its hard to say.
    None the less, Crusader merely closes his gauntleted fist around the device, as his 'armor' was technically his body. Letting it see what would constitute in essence his DNA. The infomation revealing he was not pure Phylaynx or even a subspecies. But a completely different species all togeather whose composition is a blend of Phylanx and Klyntar - neither of which has a good reputation for one reason or another. Considering how differently the two species work for reproduction it woul be safe to asume that such a blend could not occure naturally
    As he waits for the results, he idlely begins prodding at the ships system. Not really trying to break in, but rather seeming to check it out, like one would a car...albiet at a much deeper level.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nokella keeps one eye on Crusader as she replaces the tube, and the DNA is analyzed. "I am not good with earth customs," she says, as if it wasn't perfectly obvious. The results are sent quickly, and she knits her brow. "What...what exactly are you?" she asks. "You seem to be a hybrid of some sort. Did the Phylanx absorb the Klyntar?" Surely not, she would have gotten word of something that major happening.

Crusader has posed:
    "Really? One could not tell" if it wasn't for his stoic nature at the moment, one could have sworn he was being sarcastic. He crosses his arms over his chest as the tendrills of his beard twitch. "No." a pauses "Actually they probably have, but as Klyntar are non-organic species, they do not have the normal organic DNA that Phylanx like to incorporate into themselves, and sometime they even need help with incorporate more advanced organic species." evidently he was knoledgeable on Phylax and Klyntar. "But yes, One is a Hybrid, referred to as an Enforcer" a bit ironic ain't it? He doesn't offer much else yet, though he clearly knew more "Is One cleared?" he asks. He closes his arms and takes a deep breath looking...off balance for a moment before shaking it off.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala takes a deep breath, considering the information.
    "I am fairly experienced in my area," she says, "I have never heard of a creature like you. I cannot simply 'clear' you." A good soldier, this one. She looks back at the screen. "You think about how to assimilate other races," she states, tipping her hand that she can hear thoughts. "That is very phylanx of you. I must be careful. I have seen the damages they have brought to other worlds, as well as many others. You behave, differently, though. What is your name? Or should I just call you 'One'?"

Crusader has posed:
Crusader growls a bit "Can you please not yell?" he request. Of course Nuala wasn't actually yelling...but the armored Juggernaut seemed to be having a headache or perhaps trouble concentrating. "One is referred to as Crusader" and even a cursory check of earth news infomation would reveal that he was a recognized Hero...though a relatively mysterious one. "One does not think of how to assimilate other races, but of which would be the best individuals would make for the best canidates for assimilation."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala only now seems to gather that Crusader is in pain. She hits the door, which opens, and she answers in a quieter voice all the same. "I must watch you," she says, unfamiliar with the title Crusader, of course, she will be learning more soon. "But you may go for now." She seems reluctant to come to this conclusion.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader nods "Right...right" he glances to the ceiling a moment...worry crosses his face but a moment, before he begins to head off. "Just remember to destroy that infomation when you are done" he reiterates as he goes down the ramp. The dog whines as if worried about something. Once exist and down the alley way, he give pause and braces agaist one of the wall with his hand, his eyes closed. Without meaning too, the man sends out a electromagnetic pulse through the area. Alarms go off and some forms of tech go haywire, but it didn't register as an attack, but more like a loss of control. He shake it off and keeps going, hoping whatever was happening, doesn't last too long.