4446/Space Road Trip

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Space Road Trip
Date of Scene: 14 May 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Nuala Duvall, Crusader




Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "What do you mean, 'yes'?" That had been the first thing that Nuala said when Dro told her that she had permission to pursue Dr. Xanatos. In fact, she was ordered to pursue it.
    "You did want to get off Earth," he reminded her.
    Nuala told Bjorn, and soon enough they had added a corgi to the trip. "All right. I am giving you a good bit of opportunity to prove yourself. If I have to use an EMP in deep space, I will be very unhappy," she warns, sitting down to the controls, punching in the coordinates.

Crusader has posed:
    "Considering we are going to the planet where Dr.Xanatos took me over. The likelyhood of you useing an EMP on me, if he is Hostile, is fairly high" Crusader points out. He was in his heroic form and clearly quite serious about this
    Though he did have Borgi in his lap sleeping. Space dogs man. "Has Dro managed to deciphere the infomation about my 'objectives' as it where?" he wonders.
    He looks to the coordinates and grunts "Yup...we are going to...either a planet near Klyntar or a facility on Klyntar. We best be carefull, we are going through alot of sectors, including Skrull space" he warns. he glances behind them at a large silvery-orb, about as tall as two people. "Seems we are going home brother" he tells the orb before looking back to the controls, acting as navigator for this mission

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Yes, he gave me a list. You really are something else," Nuala comments, pulling up the file. She taps the file and throws it up to a holographic display. "It is all this," she says. She seems slightly distracted by the dog, glancing down at it frequently. The ship enters hyperspace, and a streak of light bursts and falls to darkness as the light barrier is broken, the colorful strangeness of hyperspace and the way it intersects light waves washing across the view screen.
    "You should know, that if it comes to it, I will destroy you to stop him," she warns. "You see what is possible if he gains complete control over you."

Crusader has posed:
    The infomation list was....massive to say the least. The ability to assimilate and evolve by asorbing both technlogly and organic beings - with evidently no 'hard limit' put in place. Strength increases exponetially with mass - always being about 25 times his current mass (i.e him at 2 ton weight = 50 ton power lifter). Intelligence increases with mass as well as be assimiating beings. Can control and manipulate technology mentally, act as a living tesserect, and store and manipulate energy as well - again increasing with his mass. Along with of course changing shape
    Not to speak of the fact he lacks (most) of the traditional weakness associated with Klyntar and Phylanx, as if the best traits of both species were melded to make him. There were some - such as the EMP, but overall...Crusader can be a truely dangerous being.
    And while they couldn't figure out Dr.Xanatos plans - Crusader did have a pre-programmed underlyeing psychology to him....which might be why Nuala isn't being order to take him to the Nova-Empire. Crusader has been preprogrammed with the idealogy of Justice, Loyalty, Truth, Law and Obediance..and to evidently spread these ideals by any means nessary, but /was/ primarily supposed to be through assimilation. Which considering his sentiant nature can amount to many different things.

Crusader stares at the infomation and sighs "....did you HAVE to send them all this?" he asks. Borgi meanwhile begins barking like nuts when they enter Hyperspace, whining as if discomforted. Crusader works on calming the pups down "It is alright, we should be at our destionation with..." he looks to Nuala "...an hour?" he asks as if the dog could really understand him.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Yes," Nuala answers flatly. "I apologize, my work does not respect privacy very well," she confesses. "And I need to know what I'm walking into. If you had not already noticed, I am not as powerful as a majority of the forces I fight. My greatest need to fight them is knowledge. I can't afford to pass up any advantage I can get."

Crusader has posed:
"One has noticed. And....considering the situation, One..may be tempted to provide some additional...weakness IF you promise not to go giving it to the Nova Corps" he says to her. He does his best to calm the dog who soon grows quiet "...what happens...if we find more like One?" he now asks...despite the stoic voice and demineer..there was a certain....worry to his voice.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala considers the request for several seconds, starting a pot of coffee as she does. "I can consider this," she says slowly. "But I would need to place the information in a note that would trigger should I die, and in those circumstances be sent to my superiors. If I fail, they must have whatever they can in order to stop the threat." She watches as the pot begins to pour.
    "Regarding whether there are more like you, that is something I have given a lot of thought to. There are several potential situations. Xanatos referred to you as a 'unit', which indicates that there are likely more. Second, he seemed impressed with you individually, which indicates that there are likely a majority that are not as powerful as you. Third, if you are able to absorb others, what is the possibility that you can be absorbed by another unit, who may not be so freely disposed toward that which is good."

Crusader has posed:
Crusaders nods "To that One can garee too" he stands and walks over to the silver orb and gently pats it. "....the idea of being absorbed by another...is a comforting thought" he admits. "....between shattered minds and being 'made' in a lab or some such. One wishes...to have others like him. Not to the point of forcefully absorbing others... but" he sighs "...never mind, we must do...what we must do. There is a fine line between 'doing something for the greater good' and imposing your will upon others without good cause"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala seems to tense as he describes being absorbed as a 'comforting' thought. "I do not find it comforting, Crusader," she says. "I find it very discomforting." She takes her pot of coffee, and retrieves a mug that sits nearby on the desk before filling it. An alert arises. "We are passing out of Nova Territory now, and into the Kree empire," she states. "I need to focus until we pass through them and the Skrull empires. They don't like trespassers, and that's exactly what we are." She takes a sip of the coffee, and places it down, fingers dancing across the controls. She is working sensors to detect larger signatures, ships in range, activating and deactivating systems in order to deceive the major sensor nets that they pass through. Looks like she's done this before.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader looks like he wants to say more, but opts not too. He notes how she is doing this, as if it has been done many times before. Crusader not one to just stay on the backlines is at the controls next to her checking out the sensors. Concentrating he closes his eyes as if searching for something. He muses "Got you" and with that he types into the computer additional search functions for smaller sensors with more precise scanners that could potentially compromise them, but most small scanners wouldn't be an issue. "How many systems HAVE you tresspassed through?"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Today?" she asks. "Just three. Triceratons are arrogant, I don't need to give much attention to sidestepping their sweeps. This ship is small enough that it is not considered a threat." She ponders. "Total?" she considers the question. "I have no idea. I've been doing it a long time. Many systems that are friendly to the Nova Empire are happy to have our help. We aren't as politically forceful as some of the rest of the Nova Corps. Think of it more like... the UN. We do not arrive to wage any wars. Sometimes it's easier to just avoid the conversation when all we are doing is passing through. If we asked for clearance we might be sitting at the border for a week."

Crusader has posed:
"Triceratons...where bigger is better" he says shaking his head. Crusader eyes the scanner "....And were almost too our destination. Once we clear these scanners....assuming nothing bad happens, we should be able to enter hyperdrive and arrive at our destination. Barring ending up in any space battles that is!"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala quirks a brow. "And...we are clear." She engages the system, and the course is followed. "Seems that you may have done this once or twice yourself," She observes as the ship tactfully evades the sensors in each area, the ship's waypoints established to get them through Kree and Skrull space.
    The Xandarian word for 'Detection' Suddenly splashes across the desplay.
    "Or not," she comments. She brings up the detection signal, identifying the Skrull warship that picked them up, then swipes it away. "Timmy, just monitor, we should be out of their space before they can engage. Bear 2.2135 just to be certain."

Crusader has posed:
"...A part of One has." and Crusader leaves it at that. He sighs upon the warship "...of course. No wonder old earth sayink is 'Nevar say whit kin go wrong" he coughs as a bit of regular Bjorn got through there. He shakes himself off, watching the Skrull Warship "One dare asks if we should arm ourselves fer battle just in case? One admits, one has little experince in dealing with Skrulls." a pause "Though...if need be....one could fool them into thinking One is a Skrull"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "If you can, it would be nice, it makes less paperwork later," Nuala answers. "It's better that a Nova Empire ship never was registered on their sensors than to simply escape. I am not a politician, but I understand it to be bad for politics if such things happen. Not that Nova borders the Skrull Empire anyway." She takes another sip of her coffee.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader nods "Very well....hopefully this will be enough to fool em" he says. And with that Crusader begins to shrink down in in size and apparent mass. His skin becomes green, and he takes on features typical of a skrull - he is in essence what Bjorn would have looked like if he was born a skrull...since copying people exactly is difficult without some sort of reference."
    He moves his jaw as...evidently Vorn persona sets in "You best get into something....less Nova lookin than" he grins wide "Or don't...itching fer a fight" he clenches his fists a few times before looking to the screen. He gives pause "Anyways, just to keep things going, how bout we hail em"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala glances down at her slim suit. "I..." she glances around. "I have some earth clothes, but I do not know that would help much. I do not look Skrull. We may have a fight soon enough, and our quarrel is not with the Skrull today." She moves out of the bridge. "What are you going to say?" she asks hesitantly, thinking of the many protocols she has to follow.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn Skrullson grins "Don't worry, just trust." is all he says. "Now hurry up...putting in the hail...NOW!" and without further warning he indeed does put in the hail, the signal going out to the Skrull Warship without another thought. And while Nuala is out on the bridge, he changes from a skrull form to Vorn, having the biggest grin on his face. What was he planning?
    Eitherway, the hail is recieved and they get a response back, requesting access to communication channels.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala waits just outside of the entry, listening to what he says. She doesn't change, seeing if her presence is necessary for the ruse. "Timmy, patch the audio to the comm here," she instructs the A.I. Obediently, the audio starts to arrive in her suit's comm.

Crusader has posed:
With the communication channels open, a skrull officer decked in purple and silver appears on screen. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't look very happy "Who is this and what are you doing in Skrull Territory!?" he demands sharply and with authroity
    "This is Vorn." and only than does he again assume a skrull form, matching the clothing worn by some of the grunt workers in back "I need clerance to enter Hyperspace and leave Skrull Territory." he gestures behind him to the silver sphere, his ship "Are cargo holds, according to intell, an apparently defunctional planet killer similar to liberators...mabey even stronger...potentially a solar system killer. We are heading far from our territory for safties sake to dismantel and learn more about it, as such a weapon could be very useful in dealing with our enemies. No need to put our own systems in danger though. With me is one of the possible engineers that have worked on it." he says in case, hoping Nuala gets the clue to come on in.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala glances around, cursing. What does she have that she can wear, it all looks like Nova or Earth clothing. She dashes back to her quarters, and taps her collarbone, and the slim suit retracts into its disc. She pulls the sheet off her bed, and quickly wraps it around her, pulling the fabric around one shoulder, than the other, then wrapping it around her waist. She pulls a belt from her belongings and quickly ties it all in place.
    "It will have to do," she comments, glancing in the mirror to make sure that she isn't indecently exposed. She rushes back into the bridge as if someone shoved her in, and glares defiantly at the Skrull on the other side of the viewscreen.

Crusader has posed:
The news of a solar, let alone planet killer perks everyones interest. The skrull captain eyes Nuala steepling his fingers "Do you make a habit of letting your prisoners walk around openly?" he demands ignoring Nuala
    "We do not have any escape pods onboard this vessel." he says not even looking at Nuala. He than grabs her roughly by the arm, stretching his arm to do so - keeping with being a skrull and all that, and yanks her over. it was rough sure, but at least it was to sell the act "Tell the captain what you can about this contraption. And make it quick, I do not want this thing staying here" as it clear the captain wanted more intell.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    The tensing of her muscles that are the response are genuine when Vorn grabs her. "Let me go," she insists. "I'm not telling you anything," she answers. In earnest, she doesn't know the first thing about superweapon design, so she isn't even sure how to make a good convincing story regarding one.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn takes a deep and annoyed breath...that actually matched the captain expression quite well. "...this damn ship better be equiped with a torture chamber"
    The captain speaks up and says harshly "Enough. Clearly you have work to do, and if you were not carrying such dangerous cargo, we would bring you over." he seems to check his screen "And too short of people to send over. Be on your way, and i expect a full report when you are done."
    Andwithout giving a chance for Vorn to reply, the screen goes off. The warship cuts its sensors so it can make room for the hyperdrive jump. Vorn finally lets go and laughs "Haha! Nice job Nuala!" he slaps her on the back happily. "Let blow dis place!"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala winces, having nothing covering her back at the moment, and does not seem to relax very much. She pulls the disc up, which had remained in her hand, and places it against her collarbone. The slim suit reactivates, covering her underneath the makeshift outfit, and she pulls the sheet off. "I did not like that," she comments, taking not nearly so much joy in the success. Maybe she was forced into a position where she was dressed only in a bedsheet near someone who is mostly a stranger, or maybe because she had no armor to protect her in a fight should he turn on her, or maybe a little of both.
    "Okay, let's get out of here. Next stop, Xanatos." She taps the commands, putting them back on the original course.

Crusader has posed:
"Well it got us clerance and your ship didn't have to be scanned." he changes back into Crusader "But yes...next stop Xanatos!!!!" he says stoicly, back to his Heroic/soldier persona.
    And with that, they are off. Compared to the rest of the trip, this one should be relatively short. The world fades away into nothing as they blast away.
    Minutes passby, and Crusader seems ever more tense. But eventually they do arrive at the Coordinates they specifed. A long distance off - Klyntar can be seen. However what was at their destination was of more interest.
tIt appeared to be a massive space station. A 'Colony Class' type station to be specific. A few ship patrolled around it. But..there was no question to their destination. The station was predominatly white with gold and blue trimming, and a very clear tribal Sun symbol - just like Crusader.
    "...and we have arrived"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Yes we have," Nuala says. She brings up the scan. "Timmy, what sort of defenses does the station have? Any weak points that we can place a torpedo and make this quick?" It seems that she does not have the same emotional response to the mission. For her, it's just another mission. She frowns. "There are probably a lot more people than Xanatos on that station. What do you know about that Sun Symbol?" She recognizes it to be the same as Crusader's, and she visibly takes a step back from him, uncertain about his feelings on the matter. It's only at this point that she realizes she left the EMP in her sleeping quarters.

Crusader has posed:
    Crusader blinks "Excuse One? Timmy, please hold that order for one moment" of course, the likelyhold Timmy listens to him is up in the air. He looks to Nuala "What the void is wrong with you? Of course there more than Xanatos on that ship. It is a colony class station. You know, families, innocent bystandards....heck Xanatos could possibly be innocent. We came here to find out infomation and than act, not just shoot proton torpedos where-ever we like" he slams his fist into the console he was so heated.
    As heated...even more heated than Vorn was when Nuala had appeared quite flippant back when they first met in regards to the situation on earth. The man had grown tusks and it clear some of his other..more volotile side was comming through. He...seemed slightly confused as if unsure why he was even having such an outburst.
    He remove his hand from the now dented console, his eyes closed. "...Sorry. One...knows you have a serious job to do here" he turns back to the station "...One does not know. One only knows...is that it...always made One feel better."
    Timmy speaks up "To put it simply, it is a fortress. Forcefields all around of several spectrums. Most of the outer walls are so thick that I cannot scan all the way through to the otherside...though that may have to do with internal defenses. Without counting the patrolling ships - it weapon output is equal to at least 3 warships. That being said - it does have weak points here, here, and here" a quick model is made and the weakpoints pointed out.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    NUala doesn't move for several seconds, eyes fixed on the fist in the console, and the dent that is left after Crusader moves his hand. "I do not take my responsibilities lightly," she says finally, carefully. "I am not going to wantonly destroy a colony of families." She looks back at the armament list that Timmy brought up, and swipes upward, scrolling the list. "This is not your average family colony ship," she observes the obvious out loud.
    "I am not a warrior," she clarifies. "I am a specialist. My job is very specific. I have no desire to kill anyone that I am not needing to. If what I learned from you is true, and Dr. Xanatos was the one controlling you. Someone who tried to kill me," she pauses, letting that fact settle. "He has declared war on Earth, and by ignoring the non-interference pact with Earth, declared war on several other nations of space. He is not innocent."
    She looks back at the screen and the patrol routes. "I'm all ears if you think you know how we can surgically enter," she comments, putting her hands on her hips. "Timmy, what's the likelihood that they would detect our cloaked signature?"

Crusader has posed:
Crusader grunts "The question is why. Going to war without answers is foolish. If this is a colony ship - than what colony are they from? Do they even know or formally recognize this pact?" he asks "...as it stands...One did not even know such a pact existed...which considering one evidently does have knowledge of the galaxy must mean something is missing" he crosses his arms, even in this stoic form...he was clearly emotionaly charged. "Regardless, if he is acting alone - surgically entering is likely not the best idea, as it would make him a defended target, instead of a criminal. A direct approach is often best"
    Timmy responds "While they are excellently fortitified - they do not appear to be utilizing scanners....at least long distant. There is a 39.8 percant chance they might be using short range scanners"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
     A curl of annoyance can be seen crossing Nuala's lips. "I really, really hate politics," she growls. "Okay, fine, let us say that you are right. You would propose that we announce to the person who tried to kill me that we are here in a lightly armed recon ship manned by two people several thousand light years outside of Nova Empire Space that we are here, and we would like to have a civil conversation about why it's not nice to assimilate people into a collective consciousness. What he did to each of your persons in your body was wrong."

Crusader has posed:
"Says who?" Crusader demands "The Nova Empire? Who are they or even you to decide what is wrong and what is right? You speak as if you know everything about these people, when you know nothing about them! One has shattered memories of these people and do not even know about them!"
    He takes a deep breath "But yes." he crosses his arms "But, since your the captain here...guess we do what you want. Let just sneak on in to a highly fortified station, without any idea of where we going, how armed they are on the inside, or how their systems even work, as timmy here apparently can't even get a full scan" he has a dead pan expression

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala is hot under the collar, and is seething. She leans forward, and rests her fists on the console. Her knuckles are pale, and she stares at the station.
    "God," she says, using the Astonian word for God. It's quiet, but distinct. She looks over at Crusader. "You asked says, who. God says it's wrong." Apparently she is religious. "He is also says it is wrong to kill a crowd of people for the sin of someone else." She hangs her head over the controls, then stands back up as if her body weighs more, rubbing her finger along the silver band which runs across her forehead.
    "Timmy, patch us to Halal headquarters in Nova, tunnel and send a signal from there, open a subspace channel requesting Dr. Xanatos, use my authorization code." She looks at Crusader, and looks...actually a bit sad.

Crusader has posed:
"Well, when God comes down and says it, One will beleive it" he says crossing his arms. He crosses his arms seething with rage. having someone tell you in what he is interpreting to in essence mean 'You shouldn't exist' is alot to swallow.

"Right away Nuala" says Timmy and several beeps later the quests were being made.

Crusader is silent while they wait, the air hanging between them. It is at this moment they an alert goes out that heavy scans are being emited from the station - the forcefield dropping.

Crusader gets that slacked eyed look on his face, nearly immediatly befor turning to Nuala. "....You are Nuala?" he asks, sounding rather friendly. Much like xanatos did before, he flexes his fingers as if this was the first time in this body "Please excuse the drop in - are communication channels are being worked on, and our sensors, picked" he chuckles "This One signature."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala curses under her breath. She never grabbed the emp again. She reaches up and pulls the silver band from her head, as if removing a piece of jewelry, but in reality she is removing the barrier that blocks her telepathic abilities so that she can hear what is happening in her passenger's head.
    A shiver runs through her as she feels the other mind. She never really gets used to the sensation. "Dr. Xanatos?" she asks, clarifying who she is speaking with.

Crusader has posed:
"No" he says shaking his head. This wasn't the mind of a sciencetist, but a commander. He gives a formal bow "Captain Jeraxis." he looks to the station "I must admit, I am surprised to find someone from Hala so close to Klyntar. Please, come onboard...I rather not subjugae this unit mind for longer than nessary" and as Timmy can confirm, a shuttle bay has opened up.
    As it stands, this Jeraxis seems to be alot more...respectful of Crusader mind(s), not seeming to delve into the other memories. He wasn't part of a collective, but a indivdual being that didn't seem to have any ill intents of feelings.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala looks down at the information of the shuttle bay opening with only the flick of her eyes, not turning her head. "We get around," she responds to being this far out. "Your 'unit' has a name," she answers, a cold professionalism entering her voice. She is not hostile in tone, but it's certainly not welcoming. A practiced tone, not a natural one. "You are asking me to put myself in a very precarious position, you realize that."

Crusader has posed:
"Several actually" Jeraxis says "Much easier to refer to him as a unit, and refer to all that he encompasses." he says folding his hands behind his back "Much in the same way he refers to himself as 'One' it is to acknowledge all" he says respectfully.
    He begins walking towards the Silver Orb "And indeed. I am sorry your secondary...contact with this colony was not the best. And as it stands, you already where in one, considering what you have onboard. Regardless I am taking this unit back to the station, if you do not wish to come, than I will send an emissary from our research center to talk with you, might be a few hours though as this Unit is a top priority"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala follows Jeraxis back to the small cargo bay, her eyes glancing at the Shell suit as she passes it. She eyes the orb, then eyes Jeraxis, then makes her call. She accesses the cargo air lock, engaging the force field to prevent the air from sucking them all out into space, and in a few seconds the hatch opens. "I will wait here," she answers flatly.

Crusader has posed:
Jeraxis nods and places his hand on the orb...before seeming to merge with it. The orb floats out of the hatch...and than expands into an actual ship, easily the same size as Nualas. And with that it flies off to the station.
    And with that...all there was left to do is wait. There was no additional scans, the ships didn't change routes. Nothing. It would be a full 15 hours before there was any activity from the colony. Giving Nuala plenty of time to rest and perhaps update with Halal on the situation. Soon enough - Nuala recieves a signal requestion permission to teleport personel onboard.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala does use the time to update Halal. She uses the time to fret, she uses the time to analyze everything she can regarding the armaments of the station. She uses the time to pace. She uses the time to think. She uses the time for a lot of things. She does not use it to rest, however. At least, not intentionally. She had dozed off in her seat by the time the request came in, and she jolts awake from the chime. She grabs her cup of now cold coffee, and takes a swig, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before she answers the signal. "Okay, Timmy," she says, "Go ahead and lower the shields, signal permission." She definitely has the EMP now.

Crusader has posed:
The armament of the station head missiles, torpedoes, both heat and plasma lazors, even balastic bombs made for use in space and long range...magnetic cannons of all things. They were /LOADED/ as if for War. It would be fair to say the station may have even been converted from a Drednought class ship - heavy armor, heavy weapons, but relatively slow, so escape was very plausible. "Right away" Timmy responds. And likewise the shield is lowered and permission sent. Figures begin to materalize in the middle of the room. Timmy sends out a warning "Three are boarding the ship, one is heavily armed, one lightly armed, and one unarmed" he says as he looks at the readings.
    The first person to appear was a heavily armored figure. He was helmless...and looked very similar to Vorn. On his back was a spear and guns strapped to his sides, as well as a utility belt. But his hands were folded over his chest, not near any weapons...but he was clearly ready. But his eyes also were not on Nuala, but the next figure to appears
    That person being Dr.Xanatos. he was unarmed and had a collar around his neck. He appeared much like he did when he took over Crusaders body. He was busy looking over a holographic notepad.
    Which leaves the third person appearing, a four armed woman with a single gun on her side, who seemed more concerned with her notes as she was teleported on board. But upon being fully ported on she looks to Nuala and gives a bow "Greetings."

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala doesn't flinch at the sight of any of the three. She nods to the woman, "I'm Nuala Duvall of the Halal Intergalactic Task Force," she introduces herself. She glances at the armored character. "Concerned?" she asks the woman while looking at the heavy armaments the figure carries.

Crusader has posed:
The woman looks at the armmed figure before looking back to Nuala "I am Shiria, one of the heads of research concerning all project that take place onboard The Station" she says. "And yes. Dr.Xanatos did some....unsanction experiments on himself. Needless to say it has casued some problems" she opens up a virtual docet "Let see..." suddenly she frowns "....considering your...credentials. I am surprised the Unit made it back here alive"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "His own previous behavior is to thank for that," Nuala answers. "But elimination was recommended in the situation. I am trying to determine whether that was a mistake right now. You know what my purpose is, yes? So you know why I am here." She stands ready, but loose, glancing at Dr. Xanatos when his name is mentioned.

Crusader has posed:
Shiria nods and makes a note "Than it seems the prior programming and instilling of instincts was successful. Even if it was originally inert" she taps her chin in thought "Perhaps a raw start really is needed"
    The guard coughs and the woman snaps back to the here and now "Ahem. Sorry. But yes, I beleive so. You are here to determine if he and...the 'others' need to be destroyed? Correct? Or are you here for some other reasons? As it seemed you wished to question Dr.Xanatos specificly. I imagine due to his attack on your person?"

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "He's not the first to try to kill me," Nuala comments with a glance at the horned man. "You are correct. Earth is a non-interference world, a pact that is accepted by many governments. I know that not all worlds agree to this pact, which is why I am stationed there in the first place, to prevent symbiotic and parasitic threats from taking root and compromising the planet's natural life. Your unit has absorbed at least one human, taking him from his family and his life. While there can be discussion of whether it was voluntary, that is not my concern. My concern is the activity."

Crusader has posed:
Shiria brings up a new docet hmmm "According to the memory dump. He was not taking from his family, and actually continued interacting with them up untill their death. Saddly no family yet" she turns a page "And, save for choosing to 'act like a hero' in terran terms and visting space more often, he has for the most part stuck to his old life." a light frown "An intresting development actually."
    Dr.Xanatos snorts "We do not have time for such....frankly biased manners. We have created a being who can change at an unprecedented rates! The potentia.." he is silenced by the guard with a single nudge to the ribs
    The guard seems to take up this part "Indeed, it is accepted by many pacts. We do not formally recognize the pact. But generally do respect boundries as we do not want trouble. In this case though, our scientist determined sending the Unit to earth offerred the best possible chance to salvage the project"

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    Nuala arches her brow. "And attempted murder, of an intergalactic officer," she adds. "The potential destruction your project poses could end in the attempted assimilation of all life. The DNA reads of a hostile parasitic race combined with a race that is prone to easy corruption. It is reckless." She seems mostly unintimidated by the fact that she is outgunned, or at least puts on a good front of it. She listens to the thoughts, hoping to glean particularly what Shiara thinks, but it can be difficult with a complex mind like Crusader's in the mix.

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Luckily Crusader mind wasn't present to interfer with things. Dr.Xanatos wasn't all that different to Crusader in terms of how busy it was - and he seemed to want to join the collective
    The guard mind might be the most eerie though. He was going through protocols, assignments, etc. Almost robotic in a sense despite being an individual. But his focus was also on making sure Xanatos didn't try anything.
    Shiria mind gently sighed, not in annoyance, but in understanding Nuala point "It was indeed reckless. But we took as many precautions as we could as well as hundreds of test before that. I wish we would have been more...selective, but that was out of my hands." he flips a few pages "Regardless - are procedure took the best traits of both races. You can say we took their inverse. The phylanx are not easily corrupted, and the klyntar are not hostile by benovelont. Even these personlity traits are tied to genetics and were accounted for"

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    Nuala frowns. She's not a diplomat. "Look, I'm not the one that makes the call on who belongs and who doesn't. I am an enforcer. I don't call the shots, I make things happen." Not technically true. She has a good bit of liberty to make judgment calls on her own, but she hopes that Shiria isn't aware of that. "What I have in my situation is that you have an unpredictable agent," she looks at Xanatos, indicating that he is the agent in question, not Crusader, "Who has access to create a great deal of damage to my world. My job is to stop that very kind of damage from happening."

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Shiria says "I understand your concern. And we fully plan to take care of Dr.Xanatos. Once his slight mental reprogramming begins, he should be good to go" Shiria replies simply. Dr.Xanatos stares Nuala down as if he might just rip her head off for insulting him

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    "Reprogramming," Nuala echoes. A twitch hits her right cheek with the word. "Is that your plan with Crusader? To 'reprogram' him as well? Your 'raw start?" She knows it's not her business, but part of her now feels responsible for Crusader's plight. She may have caused him danger, she fears.

Crusader has posed:
The Guard takes over once again "It sounds harsh yes. But it is not as bad as it sounds...for the most part" he says "Reprogramming encompasses anything with altering the mind. Most often we use it to help with trauma...though it is no substitute for proper psychiatic treatment"
    Shiria pipes in again "We do plan on reprograming him. But no...the 'raw start' was actually the absorbtion of an individual who has not gone through a repromming proccess." she explains.

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    Nuala opens her mouth to object. She closes it again. Her professional expression cracks a little, and she takes a moment to put it back in place before speaking. "I have no place to tell you what to do with your..." what word should she use? Property? People? "Units." She looks like she's swallowed vinegar as she says the word, and it doesn't take a telepath to see she'd rather say something other than what she just did.

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"Soldiers, warriors and more traditional monocles work Nuala" Shiria says rather calmly. "And I assure you, your friend will be well taken care of. Combining organic and inorganic entities is not an easy process...and very few go into this field." he own face cracks "...This....unit is..." she sighs as Dr.Xanatos this time complete the sentence "The only successful, still living Unit. A race of One"

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    "A race of One," Nuala repeats. "What became of the others?" She realizes that an undue amount of concern seems to be in her voice.

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This time Dr.Xanatos responds...and he amazingly sounds...remorseful "Some stayed sapiant for a few days...before simply going silent and disolving into nothing. Others didn't even get that far, becomming simply hunks of metal that would deteriot in a few days after 'gaining minds'. Some went crazy and had...to be put down as the process was irreversible at the time. While the initial simulations were successful...nothing worked. The unit you brought back was supposed to perish three days after arrival. That was almost One year ago"

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    Nuala, for her willingness to kill, seems struck by this. "Why?" she asks. "Why would you even do this? Why not leave people to their own lives? To their own families? None of this is necessary." She is a little angry at this point. "You join together here to play God?"

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The guard speaks this time "Not to play God, no. Out here, we can push the boundries of science further than what many places will allow. Our research, our projects is to help the future someday. Though we do hold such things as law and justice in great esteem. Though sometimes the former needs to be changed."
    Shiria than chimes in "And, no one who was part of the project was forced into it. Not even criminals. All experiments cary risks. Their are hundred of examples from other planets of people taking risks in order to further themselves. Weather medical in an attempt to cure illness, structural in order to build better homes, or systemitc, such as police forces. All such thing have ended with some travisty....but all was to make things better"

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    Nuala carefully looks to the guard, to Shiria, and to Xanatos. Her gaze lingers on Xanatos, and her fist tightens a little before she releases it again, "What you do out here is your business," she answers. "I don't want to see it threaten Earth." She pauses again. "For the record, I don't think...One...needs to have anything changed." An overstep? Definitely not in protocol. She says it anyway.

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Shiria nods "Noted. Though Dr.Xanatos will be Overseeing that" she says. "Safe travels Nuala. Your welcome onboard if you wish, but we have buisness to do. We will make sure to keep future projects off earth" And with that...the three teleport out before much else can be said. Leaving just Nuala, Timmy...and a sad Borgi onboard.

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    "Wait, Xanatos?" But they are gone. She looks at the corgi. "Dammit," she paces back and forth. "Dammit dammit! Timmy, land in the docking bay."
    "We are not authorized, I cannot-"
    "Shut up Timmy, I'll do it myself." She sits back down at the controls, raising the pilot's stick. She moves the ship forward, heading for the open bay. They said she was welcome to come onboard. She's taking them up on it. "These people are nuttier than an Astonian Gru bush," she mutters in Xandarian at the dog. "Oh, sorry he went crazy, we'll let him reprogram the personality of the weapon capable of destroying your planet. What's wrong with them?" she asks the corgi. "Why the hell am I asking you?"

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The corgi is looking up at nuala from the copilot seat as she rants away. He cants his head and barks not understanding what was going on. The tail wagging half-heartedly.
    In the meanwhile, true to their word, Nuala ship was not interferred with. And...the inside was no less impressive than the outside. They clearly took technology very seriously. Guards regularly patrolled the area, but seemed to already know Nuala had authorization. They....walked in eerily perfect formation. Each one dressed exactly the same,and looking nearly identicle save for species (hair-style and such were all matched were appropiate). Clearly...they were highly military based...and perhaps a bit fanatical.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "May I remind you that you are not authorized to engage in diplo-"
    "Shut up, Timmy," Nuala barks, hopping up from the seat. She replaces the silver band that blocks her telepathic sensitivity, and exits the ship. Now if she only can figure out where to go.

Crusader has posed:
While the station is large and confusing - it not a random chaotic mess. Infact...these people seem to very much like order. Stadard space station, especialy colony class ones go as followed. Research and police enforcement facilities in the center, recreational and rooms in the middle, escape pods and other facilities on the outside. Of course...there always just asking for directions.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    And ask for directions is what Nuala does. She stops someone she passes, "Where is Dr. Xanatos located?" she asks the first person she comes across. "And Dr. Jeraxis." She isn't sure that Jeraxis is a doctor, but she is guessing that he is.

Crusader has posed:
The person gives pause "I am not sure about Dr.Xanatos. They have been shuffling him around alot. But he usually the biological labs...but he has recently been moved to more classified laborastories. The location of those one arn't usually open to everyone". A pause "As for Commander Jeraxis, he should be on the bridge. Just take the elevator and ask the computer to take you there. We're preparing to move closer to Klyntar"

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    "Commander, of course. Thank you." Nuala turns, looking for the elevator, and after a few moments finds it. Just walk onto the bridge? Well, she did just get invited to go there, technically. She finds the elevator, and steps onto the bridge. No doubt her slim suit looks of a bit different ilk than everyone else on the station, the dim purple light pulsing through the form fitting armor.

Crusader has posed:
As Nuala enters the bridge, it is a large room comprising several navigational officers, weapon specialists, guards, etc. All kinds of personal seemed to come and go from it as needed, as they seemed to place an important on face to face communication...perhaps because of the downed comm systems. Of which technicians were working on
    Commander Jeraxis was of course there...and in person he was the same size as Crusader...and wore nearly identicle armor. His skin was rock like though and he had four arms, the bottom two being slightly shorter than the top. "Are the normal communication relays done yet? Having people comming and going constantly is a hazard" which might explain the large guard presence.
    Jeraxis turns and looks to Nuala, seeming surprise to find her here. She did stand out, most wore civilian clothing, while the guards and commander wore heavy infantry armor.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "My apologies, Commander," she says, and probably looks as surprised as Jeraxis. After all, this is a military installation, and she just walked straight to the heart of operations without any resistance. "I want to thank you for the hospitality, and voice a concern regarding the current schedule to reprogram your unit that has been on Earth. I am not one to give orders to another's operation, but I am concerned about the information that Dr. Xanatos will be doing the reprogramming, given his previous incidents. I would like to respectfully recommend that if you desire there to be less future complications with my role on Earth, you select a more prudent person to engage in the activity." She stands at attention, as if she were perhaps part of the group. Then again, she is technically in the military as well. Just...a different one.

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Jeraxis was not happy about this. Not Nuala persay...the fact Nuala made it in here. He didn't even need to look at someone before an explanation is given "Apologies Sure, The Emp that went through our systems also messed with the bio-scanner. I will send for guards to better guard all levels" the person throughly...red knowing he was in trouble
    "Your concerned and recommendation is acknowledged. While Dr.Xanatos is heading it, he is being carefully monitered, and his collar will ensure full obediance. And once reprogramming is done...he will be even less of a problem as he submitted himself as the test subject for the Unit assimilation abilities" seeing Nuala creditials, there was little use in trying to hide the infomation.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala glances around the bridge, and she knows just how deep an overstep she made by arriving on the bridge. "Thank you, commander. And...if I may be so bold, I recommend you instruct your soldiers not to give directions to the bridge to strangers they pass in the hallway," she adds with an attempt at an innocent smile. "I will excuse myself from your bridge and not fill more of your time." She turns, preparing to leave unless Jeraxis has more to say to her.

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Jeraxis doesn't have to say anything as the guards block Nualas path. "Your recommendation will indeed be used. However...where exactly do you intend to go. After all, you did not accept our earlier invite, indicating you were in a 'precariouse' situation. And now your on my bridge, seeming....perhaps concerned for the Unit. Though the guards will gladly escort you anywhere...within reason"

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    Nuala looks for a moment to be uncertain how to answer, looking at the guards who block her path. "I've gained more information since then," she confesses, turning back to face Jeraxis. "I am concerned for the danger that could be posed to Earth if your unit is compromised. Given that your own agent compromised him, I felt it was necessary to come myself to address the matter with someone who held authority. I understand that the sections the unit is currently housed in is of a sensitive nature, and will not ask to see them," she offers, so not to seem even more invasive than she has already been. "I need only to return to my ship at this stage. I believe I have done all I need to do here, and will be returning to Earth."

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Jeraxis nods "Very well. If you do wish to visit him before returning home, you are welcome too. Good Day Nuala" and with that he gives a wave and the guards Escort Nuala out. Of course, they do not put their hands on her as she has so far not given them reason to suspect trouble.

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    Nuala nods in gratitude. "That is very gracious, commander," she says. She pauses as she enters the elevator, glancing to the guards and considering whether to pursue the offer. Well, there is his dog, she should probably figure something about that, she reasons. "Thank the Commander again for his generosity and cooperation," she says. "I will take him up on the offer to see the unit. I have some of his belongings, and should determine how to appropriately return them." Yes, good excuse, Nuala.

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The Commander nods, and the guards get the cue. "Very well." one Guard says. They escort her to the ship. if there was aything else she wanted to grab besides the dog, this would be the time. Meanwhile, the other guard seems to be informing others that Nuala would be visiting the unit.

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    Nuala retrieves the corgi, looking at it's big brown eyes. She was never an animal person, but... she has to admit that it's cute. "Okay, Borgi, going to take you to your owner," she tells him, hoping that he will be an agreeable pup. Certainly this is a very strange experience for the little dog.

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Borgi is finally a true NPC! Bork Bork!

Ahem.

Borgi makes an apologetic bork. Tail wagging the dog was excited...and evidently well trained as he wagged his tail excitedly. It followed out of the ship and was barking like mad, excited. The guards...and most people find this enduring...because who can resist a corgis charms!

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    Nuala lets the dog follow her, watching it constantly to make certain that it doesn't wander. She comments to the guards who may have never seen a dog. "They call them dogs on Earth, people keep them as pets, and they seem to like humanoid companionship."

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Borgi follows, being an expertly trained dog. The concept of a pet was familiar...dogs were not. Some people avoided the creautre seeming afraid, while other curiouse, and some...simply didn't like it...or perhaps saw it as food. One of the guards even dared to pet it "Heh...we should get some!"
    But still, Nuala is guided to what could be describe as a semi-common area. As it seems only people with a reason to be there are allowed in - but it was still many different people.
    And lo and behold...Vorn specifically was there. And he was around different people. some looked like him, some didn't. And even on his shoulder was a small child it seems.
    Borgi bolts over barking and startles everyone. And guns are drawn at the poor pup (cause let face it - research facility, unknown animals, deceivingly cute - definintly a potential threat)
    Vorn speaks up "Whoa! Whoa, hold on! This jist Borgi! Borgi, sit!" and Borgi sits. There was a sigh of relief that it wasn't some wild animal gone loose

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    "I thought he should probably be with you," Nuala says. "I wanted to let you know that I can conclude that you are not a threat for now," she adds. "I realize that I have made your life more complicated than you probably wanted it to be." She doesn't apologize directly for it, but her tone is somewhat apologetic in nature.

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    "Yes. You did" Vorn says bluntly. But he smiles as he looks up "...But...least have family again. Several actually" he walks over and points up "This is Furb, he wants to be a Captain, just like his uncle." and this, he brings Nuala over to a woman "Is Deratixmotis, her brother was a boat right." he sweeps over to another man "This is Hixis...one of my fathers? studied intergalatic regions of space. And this" he gestures to another woman a short green one "And this is cousin Nel, she worked with her cousin to make gadgets. She also happens to be technopathic too!" considering Vorn was stated to not have a family anymore...this was alot. All the people in this room....they must haveeb been the family members of those who were assimilted for the project "All these...memories are finally making sense!"

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    Nuala seems to recoil internally when he suggests that the project is operated by family members of people who were absorbed, and gives an unsettled look back at Vorn. "You..." she looks back at Hixis, "You are his father? Biologically?" she asks. "You made your son a science experiment?"

Crusader has posed:
Hixis crosses his arms and scowls...much the same manner as Crusader would "I am biologically ONE of the minds father" he corrects "And Do not be absurd. I was agaist the idea, but he was determined to be a part of the project. I study intergalatic regions, not conduct science experiments, except to perhaps confirm cosmic phenomenon" he rolls his shoulders but takes a deep breath "...and though...he...they? Are now so different...they are still our sons...cousins, uncles" indeed each of the family member pointed out was of a different species. Only related through the connected minds that make up Crusader.
    "It is hard to take in...knowing your own is so different." he touches Crusader face "...but...at least he is alive. And from what I can feel...is happy...though still confused"

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    Nuala seems uncertain what to say for several seconds. The entire project seems so alien to her, and she's met a lot of aliens! She looks to Vorn, "I am glad you have been able to find your family," she tells him genuinely. "I suppose this trip has been of value for you as well," she observes. "I am glad it was not simply an excersize in frustration." She glances at the door. "I am intruding. Perhaps it is time that I go."

Crusader has posed:
    In truth - the entire project was alien to many of the aliens here. What the logic is...or was, is hard to say. And judging by the looks of the 'family members' who haven't gottenc close to Crusader yet - they were not completly comfortable with the idea
    Vorn snorts "You try to kick off planet. Accuse of being a parasite. Put in jail...well a holding cell, after trying to hack systems. And you want to up and leave?" hands on his hips "Whit kind of friend are you? Why not stay for a bit? Even YOU need a vacation...and well, could use a ride home"
    It was the guard that look at each other. Clearly there was no plan for Bjorn to go back to earth...and here was bjorn making it quite clear he would be going back. One of the guards subtle puts a hand to his ear and was whispering.

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    Nuala has not survived by being inattentive. She notices the guard, and taps the suit command, retracting the silver band that blocks her telepathy. She knows Bjorn has a ship of his own, which makes the statement that he needs a ride a telling. "I guess I could use a vacation," she says, agreeing far more easily than she has throughout this entire trip.

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    Vorn is clearly surprised, but smiles. he picks up Nuala in a massive hug. "hahah! that is great! Make happy!" a bit of Bjorn may have gotten through. Though as the band retracts...she could of course sense the various family members wondering if their 'family' really is a part of Vorn. But the guard specificly thoughts go to "Unit will possibly go rouge. Full mental rewrite or assimilation of more trained personal recommoended. Unit is officely compromised." the guard was of course acting as a soldier.

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    Nuala makes no outward sign that she hears the recommendation from the guard. "If we are going to stay here a while, we should get that huge bag of dog food off the ship. It's too heavy for me to lift by myself. I can't believe you brought so much dog food for such a little dog." What huge bag of dog food? She smiles broadly. "As the Brood would say, "<Timmy, can you send a message to Bjorn directly? They are going to wipe his memory.>" She really hopes that no one there understand Brood, given how uncommon a language it is. Wait, doesn't she cringe at the very mention of the Brood?

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    Vorn blinks ".....huge bag of dog food?" he asks confused. he knew he brought food, but he can't recall any such things. He shrugs "But sure, you get to know everyone while get food. Come on Borgi!" and he heads off dissappearing into an elevator. One of the guard pushes a few hidden buttons before standing back at attention.
    "Loud and clear, attempting to send message now." seconds pass. Minutes. It should not be taking this much time. Finally Timmy gets back to Nuala "...Nuala...I cannot reach Bjorn. I do not know what happened...but his cybernetic signal is completly cloaked." things were going from bad to worse fast.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala steps onto the elevator behind Bjorn, and as they start moving, she taps her suit, certain that the elevator has cameras watching them. Her suit pulses red light for a single pulse, and then returns to violet. It's an emergency status, and she hopes that he can detect it.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn senses it alright. Even he is well aware of such signals, if Timmy couldn't reach him, visual cues and infomation still worked. He grips his knuckles "What is wrong Nuala?" he asks. And thats when the elevator jerks. It was going as new direction...not towards the shuttle bay. To who knows where...

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala frowns. "How violent are you feeling right now? Vorn?" she asks. "They are planning to wipe your entire memory and take you back to square one. And given that the lift just changed it's direction, I think we are about to have problems. Can you override it?"

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"...As Vorn....always feel violent" he was getting ready to tear things apart. They wanted to wipe his memory? His live(s). More than anger was rolling off him, it was rage...of multiple beings. Heads will roll

"Let me try" anger or not...he was still Bjorn. He tries to Overide the elevator...but he gives pause "...can....feel it...or your suit. Can not feel...anything" Nuala was right about the video cameras...WITH SOUND! There a hiss...and the elevator stops and opens. There was a hell of alot of guards with weapons up.
    "Come quietly" one says. The time to fight has come.

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    Nuala snaps both wrist blasters up. "<I hate this part>," she growls in Xandarian. A whoosh of intense heat fills the elevator as she lets the plasma blasters loose, exploding with flame as they strike the floor panels with several thousand degree temperatures, hopefully scattering the guards. She'd still rather not kill anyone she doesn't have to, but unfortunately, these are the only weapons she has, and they don't lean toward non-lethal. "Timmy, we are going to need an extract," she tells the A.I. "Decouple and get out of the dock. Do we have any nearby airlocks?"

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Timmy responds "Scanning now." a moment later "Negative, you have been taken deeper into the zzzz....she.....ship" he was going staticly as the attack is reported. They were trying to cut Timmy off "You must find a way back quickly. Their tech is nothing to mess with nuala. I suggest leaving behind the lab made parasite"
    he gaurds scatter back, since evne though their armor was heat resistant...resistant is not the same as immune. They begin to fire pulse fire into the elevator....but Vorn jumps in front. "....Timmy...going to dismantle you" this was not the time to piss off the orc. he charge in even as pices of his goo disingerate from the blast, ramming a large group of guards into the wall knocking them out. The left over gaurds turn away from Nuala and fire upon Vorn distracted now as they now have to deal with an angry Enforcer.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala takes a moment to secure her link with Timmy on her end. "<Timmy, track us, We are going to make for an exterior wall. We may need to make a new door>." She chooses to go back to speaking Brood for the moment, knowing that there are enemies who are not engaged in the fight listening. She bursts forward behind Vorn, her talonts ejecting from the thighs of her slim suit. They blaze to life with energy, and she attacks the group of guards that have turned to engage Vorn, going for debilitating strikes. It turns out she can handle herself in close quarters combat as well.

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<"Exiting shuttle bay now. Will remain in stealth mode. They are in code red. And I assume we are keeping this off the records"> there was oh so much disspproval in that AI tone.
    Many of the guards are knocked out by Nuala as she give off theire debilitating strikes. Some turn towards her only to be knocked out by Vorn as a stretched fist slams into the back of them.
    "Likely hood elevators are going to work is none. Got a plan Nuala?" he asks. He picks up one of the stray guards....and engulfs them. "...it tempoary, we need knowledge" he knows how Nuala feels about these things.

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    Nuala looks as if she wants to open fire on Vorn, but doesn't. "Well, getting out of here seems like a good one," she says. "The Sea Song is out of the bay and free, we just need to step outside and jump on board. I hope you meant it when you said you can handle the vacuum of space." Her slim helmet, not frequently used, extrudes and clamps over her scalp, and the clear face visor extends down to her chin. We need to find an airlock, I don't know if my ship can penetrate the armor on this station, it seems pretty well defended."

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"And we need to get Spear" he checks over trapped mans mind "....This way. They have an emergency elevator...should get us near the outer walls" and with that he begins running. It was a topsy turvery route and the sound of guards was getting ever close.
    But that was only part of their problem <"Nuala....the signal used to control Vorn is being activated. You need to get out, there is no hope of this mission being a success. Earth was one thing, they needed to bring down their defense...but your on their territory"

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    "I'm trying, Timmy, let's hope they like politics more than me!" she answers, sprinting after Vorn. "Jam that signal, do whatever it takes." She looks back at Vorn. "You better not let them control you," she warns, "I swear I will have to kill you this time if they do." She's not certain in this situation if she could actually make good on the promise, but she can't afford to admit that right now. "Can you get your ship remotely?" she asks.

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Crusader says, "If we get the spear" he answers back He staggers a bit as he fights the connection. he was slowing down clearly in pain from resisting. Timmy replies "Attempting deep sonic waves" the ship is bombarded...and the waves like a low humming can be heard through out. But Vorn didn't seem to get any better. "Heh, as if" he says tyring to joke. Pulse fire blast offs behind them. "We need to GAH!!" he hit in the shoulder, getting hit was not the best way to keep in control. His skin was becomming more brown "Keep...moving""

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    "How far are we from the control room," Nuala asks. If they can't jam the signal, perhaps they can invade the place they are sending the signal from. Even if they get on board the ship, they may only be able to avoid control while in hyperspace, and that strategy will only last for so long. "If you want to stay you, we may have to destroy their control station."

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"No argument here" Vorn says "It should be....GAAAAAHHH!" he grabs his head as if pained, the more he fought the worse it got. If he hated Timmy just access him before...he was REALLY going to have an issue with people access him now. He fell to his knees. And the scream slowly turns into a laugh as the guard is pushed back out of Vorn. The fire stops
    Within moments...Vorn is back up...but he was once again in the form of Dr.Xanatos. The gaurds stand at attention as things go from bad to worse. In that moment...the entire corridor goes silent. The gaurds weren't sure weathey they should attack xanatos of nuala now!

Nuala Duvall has posed:
    "Timmy, I need a lock on the source of that signal. RIGHT. NOW. Can you get the building schematics. I'm on my own." Nuala looks between the guards and Xanatos, then decides she has to take advantage of the uncertainty. "He's gone rogue!" she calls out, realizing that the guards have only the orders they received, which were probably to stop the escape of their unit. She runs to put herself behind the guards, as if they were protection.

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the guards ignore Nuala! Weather or not she was right was besides the point. If Xanatos went Rogue..he needed to be stopped...if he didn't and Vorn just shapeshifted, he could be trusted. They open fire, ignore Nuala as she slips behind them, concentrating their fire on Vorn/Xanatos.
    Of course Nuala may want to run...Xanatos had less of a filter than even Vorn. He was lighting up...glowing, gathering energy. The lights were begining to flicker. Even nuala slim suit was giving off ALL THE WARNINGS.
    "Nuala, get out of there NOW. Suit failure is imminate if you stay there." meanwhile Timmy was getting her shcematics. Albit slowly...due to the mergency situations, his infomation stream concentrates on the immediate vacinity.

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    "Thanks Timmy, I hadn't noticed," Nuala comments, running out behind them. She doesn't have any delusions that the guards will be able to restrain Crusdader for very long, and she picks a direction. "I need that location," she yells again, sprinting along the corridor, looking for familiar routes or markings that may lead her where she needs to go.

Crusader has posed:
There was a sound of thunder....

And a flash of light, dozens of screams, and the smell of burnt flesh and ash. The energy wave was so powerful, that arcs of lightning cacades down the corridors, with Nuala barely making it out of it.
    "Sending directions now....and you have compeition..." translations were brought up as well as signs leading to the labs and R&D centers. but xanatos...skids out of the hall way...and runs in the opposite direction as Nuala.

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    Nuala curses as she spots Crusader run the other direction, and turns around. "Timmy, if Xanatos gets his way, this whole station will be compromised, and he will use Crusader to do exactly what we are afraid of," she says. "If I don't make it, I want you to cram that ship straight down the throat of this station and take it out," she orders. "We cannot allow him to control Crusader." Kill everyone here? Yes, to save billions. She sprints madly after Crusader. How she is supposed to overtake him and pass him...well, she hasn't figured that part out yet.

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Perhaps a glitch in the system, Timmy responds "Or mabey Crusader is stronger than we think. They have utilized a machine to control Crusader yes? While stopping Xanatos is a top priorty, perhaps as the terran saying goes 'A leap of faith' should be utilized? Regardless, moving into optimal positon. Good Luck Nualy"
    Xanatos was moving like a mad man. And even as Nuala runs after him...there was more to contend with, sharp turns, and energy pulse fires. Guards were still comming and trying to stop him...only to be unceremoniously tossed behind himself and towards Nuala!

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     Nuala turns sharply and full speed around a corner, running up the side of the wall so that she doesn't have to slow down, she dodges the first guard thrown at her, takes a glancing blow to her shoulder from and energy weapon, absorbed by the suit. She catches a second soldier thrown at her, slowing her down a little, and redirects him behind her as she pushes past.
    She recalls the damage he took when she used her plasma in their previous fight, and waits for him to get close to the destination. When he starts to grow near, she holds her wrist blasters out, firing a around at each ankle, hoping to knock him to the ground long enough that she can vault him and pass.

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The assult works! As the plasma hits Xanatos legs he goes tumbling down. Weaken from discharging so much energy before hand, he couldn't even defend. Nuala is able to easily vault by. And even get a lead! They were closing in on the control room.
    Xanatos growls and forces himself back up, having to chase after Nuala now. He throws lightning spears at her...but there far weaker than the plasma blasts...and getting ever weaker.

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    Nuala ducks under one spear, and sidesteps another, only to get caught by a third right in her left thigh, She cries out, gritting her teeth from the pain as her armor is pierced and spins around, firing a few more rounds at him as she part slams and part falls against the control room door.

Crusader has posed:
Is forced to the defensive avoiding the plasma blast. A few hit him, his arm falling off and disolving before a new comes comes and take it place. Inside the control room (as they were a forcefield window) could be seen Dr.Xanatos laying ontop some machine. There were many sensors, but ultimately it connected him to Vorn.
    Xanatos pools into a puddle that flows across the ground and reforms at the last moment. A hand comming up and too Nuala neck in an attempt to grab her and lift her up.

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    Nuala is caught by the neck, and she clenches her teeth and throat as Xanatos picks her up. "Let. Me. Go." She growls, trying to grab the hand and keep her fingers between his thumb and her throat. She wraps her legs around his head, trying to lock him in a scissor choke in response. She may not make it, but she's going to fight to the last moment.

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Xanatos doesn't even try to stop the manuvier "This body does not need to breath" his thumb was super stronger like the rest of him and slowly begins to press down. But stops looking her dead in the eye "But I will let you go...if you let me do what I need to do. I need this..."

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    "Yeah," I can see that," Nuala gags. "But the body does need... one other thing," she gags fiercely. She lets go, slapping the compartment on her suit, which contains the EMP. It pops out into her hand, and she hits it. The EMP goes off, shocking outward for a good twenty feet, including her own suit and the support it gave her in her injured state.

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While the room was protected from the intial blast. Xanatos is not. He now feels that familiar pain. He arches his back as cracks appear in his body glowing with energy as his systems are overloaded....and he callapses onto the floor, his form become partially a puddle.
    The emp wasn't powerful enough to knock out the forcefield and open the door. But than again, it wasn't needed. There was a scanner...and plenty of knocked out guards that can open the door.
    On the inside...the real Xanatos begins trying to re-establish a link desperatly. As going outside would probably be suicide!

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    Nuala finds hersellf splashing into the puddle that is Crusader. Not the grossest thing she's ever had happen. She manually pulls open the visor, since her own support systems are not even functioning right now. She looks up at Xanatos, and grabs one of the guards. Ouch, it hurts.
    She limps over to the fallen sentries, and drags the arm of one of the guards back toward the door. She pulls him up to the scanner, placing his hand upon it, panting with exhaustion. Her suit is dark, nonfunctioning for the moment as she impatiently slaps the hand a few times against the scanner, trying to get it to read.

Crusader has posed:
The scanner reads the hand after numerous slaps. And the door slides open. As a note - weapons are also laying around in arms reach if needed. Dr.Xanatos hops off the table and snarls "You! You ruined everything!" unarmed he does the next best thing...he charges the tired Nuala

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    Nuala is tired, she is injured, but she is not daunted. She hobbles forward, pulling the talonts, unpowered from their holsters on her slimsuit. They pop open, and she swings the first toward Xanatos' face, and the second spins around at his gut. She's not at her fastest, but she is no less fierce.

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Unfortantely for Xanatos, without the power of Crusader...his fighting skills and abilities where limited. Sure he looked big and tough, but that was no substitute for ACTUAL training like Nuala has head
    His head snaps to the side when his face is struck, and he double over as he is gutted. Not wanting to back down yet, he tries to form a punch at Nuala...but compared to how Vorn punches, he may as well just been a bad sparring partner.

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    With Nuala's injuries, she actually takes the punch to the face, and it bloodies her nose, but she uses the impact to spin her around and she swings up, the talont flinging upward to the jaw with all the strength and momentum she can muster. The force makes her fall to the ground afterward, having trouble supporting her injured leg. "All you...had to do... was follow your bosses orders..." she says, wiping the blood from her nose. "But you just couldn't resist, could you?" She struggles, trying to get back to her feet.

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The speed, the strength... the fiercness Nuala attacks with was enough to knock Xanatos out. he crumples to the floor...he was no warrior. suddenly there a tiny and squeeky voice speaking "Well some of us are a bit thankful for that" it was...MINY VORN....litterly. He was an inch tall...and not looking much better than Nuala. "....uhhh....this machine needs to go" physically tired and mentally strained. All the regrets.

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    Nuala collapses to her knees with the victory, and gives a bewildered look to the side when she sees the tiny Vorn, and tilts her head curiously. She decides not to waste time commenting, and looks at the machine. "Right. You need electricity," she comments, remembering the diagnostic she did earlier. Apparently not killing him as she promised she would. She's such a softie.
    She picks herself up, staggering over to the machine, and she leans on it. "Got a good plan on how to take this out? My plasma weapons are offline from the EMP."

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Vorn floats up and onto Nuala shoulder "Goin ta need a bit more than electricty. This much loss mass needs...substanance. Bit enough of that" he looks over the machine "...were going to blow it up. Well partly anyways." his mind begins racing "....' he smiles "We are going to Overload it' he jumps down onto the machine "Make that...just seriously mess this one up. They more than likely have back up data on it...so we are just slowing them down. Can do that...by Xanatos mind they are on Lock Down...were going to have to get out f here on my ship. Grab my spear" he gestures to the spear "And get ready to port out. Can you still communicate with timmy?"

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    Nuala shakes her head as she grabs the spear. "My whole suit is nothing but armor right now," she says. "May need to hook it up to the Sea Song in order to get it operational again. You might be able to communicate with him, he's still out there. I'm surely the only human on this station, if we can just get out the airlock, he'll catch us." Of course, she has no pressurized suit at this point, so they will only get one shot if they take that strategy.

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Crusader grunts as he dissappears into the machine, his tiny voice echoing "Not possible...limited range, unless timmy has enough range to overlap with me abymisally small one now." a pause "Was asking because, that spear will teleport us to the inside of my ship, was hoping we could warn timmy ahead of time and meet up" there were now red alarms as Vorn does SOMETHING in the machine

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    Nuala glances around at the blaring alarms. "Well," she says, "That does sound better than jumping out an airlock at this point," she confesses. "Sounds like you better hurry. Timmy should figure it out if he detects my signature leaving the station. Does your ship have a comm system? I can patch into the Sea Song if it does."

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The sound of marching can be heard. They were comming. "Yes it does." he climbs out looking....more tired. He was fading fast. "Alright..." he slowly glides over to the spear and forms a ring on it. the spear lights up a moment "Brace yourself..." as the doors open....Nuala and Crusader are sucked into who know where. it all light and darkness simulatinously...before they pop into Crusader ship. it was as fluid as he was and the ship changes to accomodate Nuala own particualr flying style/knowledge. They...were in a docking bay. And open space was just by an air lock....and the alarms were still goingo ff. Go gogogog!

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    Nuala sighs, ready to teleport. Suddenly, she hears a familiar bark. "Vorn!" she calls out just as the spear begins to light up. "Hold on!" She dives forward, tackling the poor corgi just as the teleport triggers. She finds her head thunking against the bulkhead as they finish the teleport, but the dog is with them. She takes just a split moment to look at the controls, hop into the seat, and punches the engines to life. Normally you should be careful when in space dock. She isn't. As soon as the ship is able, she hits full speed, shocking out of the dock and causing a sonic boom inside the station. She starts configuring the comm as she glances down. "Well, you know how to show a girl a good time," she says. Wait, did she make a joke?

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Borgi IS the hope corgi. how else do you think a adorable little dog like him got past big angry guards, eletrical traps, surveliance cameras and who knows what else. The corgi shake his fluffy tail proudly. Recognizing the ship...it actually goes to a spot pre-designated as a dog bed.
    "Nuala....was that an actual...joke?" comes an impossibly deep voice. it almost felt like the ship spoke. heck where did Crusader go! Regardless of the mystery disappeance. the comms connect of the Sea Song. Timmy is, as Nuala said, locked onto her signals as well!

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    "Timmy, we are coming in, Match our speed and scoop us up. Time to get out of here," she says.
    Timmy acknowledges. "And here I was ready to go out in a spectacular display of bravery by taking out the station."
    "Maybe next time," Nuala answers as they sync with the Sea Song and enter the cargo hold. The door shuts, and Nuala collapses against the controls as she sets the ship down. "Take us home, just go the long way this time," she says. "I don't have the energy to evade any more patrols." She glances around. "Crusader? What...where'd you go?"

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The walls of the ship seem to start comming in. But no fear, for a very large hole appears in front of nuala to walk back onto her ship. So no crushing or anything like that. And the ship was going slowly clearly not forcing her out (yet). "kind of everywhere. Able to merge with ship since both the ship and me body are made of Cellnites. Can't use it to replenshi myself though. But it beats being tiny box timmy!"

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    "I am not a tiny box," Timmy protests. "You really should have left him." Nuala smirks, forcing herself up and exiting the ship. She limps forward a few steps, and then turns around to look at the ship that Crusader inhabits. "Let me get you a line." She forces her steps over to a wall compartment, and opens it to get a power line, and then goes to insert it into one of the ports onboard.
    "Nuala, I must remind you that giving him access to the power line could potentially compromise my ability to function, should he choose to abuse it." Nuala pauses, looks at the line, then back to the ship. "I think we have come to a better understanding of each other," she says, inserting the line into the port.

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"Do not worry Tiny box Timmy" oh yea, Vorn is SOOO going to abuse that one "Your systems will not be compromised" he says genuinly. As the line is plugged in, power only flickers for a moment...but it was simply an adjustment going on. As Timmy should be able to report - systems are operating well within peramaters.
    "....lets go home" he says. He was clearly thankful...but clearly was tired and...perhaps a bit defeated. After all, it not like they could have stopped them from rebuilding that machine. And Xanatos was still alive. What this ment is anyone guess. But for now...this adventure was comming to a close.

"By the way, when we get home, you are buying me alot of chocolate"