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Post by ThRevanchist on Sept 30, 2016 3:05:28 GMT
Feeling an intense disappointment toward Vorp, Ghost-Ulrich, Gunshow and Evan, Human-Ulrich acts on the instructions he'd been given for an attempted breach by his spectral counterpart. That is, assuming control in an attempt to prevent further damage, without delay. Maybe, just maybe, if they contained the situation before it became a full breach, the Board wouldn't be too critical of this development?
He was very keen, too, on figuring out if his ghostly subject and Vorp had coordinated this... fiasco, in the brief time they had been in contact. Or whether Ulrich the Second had provoked the dragon into a burst of violence... Neither option was particularly promising, he concluded.
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Post by Robot on Oct 3, 2016 10:53:57 GMT
Delilah shook her head fiercely in response to Evan's statement. This situation was salvageable, no one outside of the compound needed to know. Breaches were an expected casualty, as long as there were no sustained personnel losses via severe injury or death, everything was okay. At Jacob's firm touch she was drawn from her reverie, eyes pulling away from the sparks of Hugh's stun baton as it was thrust into the cage repeatedly. It lit the two silhouettes starkly against the blackness, one shaped like a man, the other like a monster. Without a single utterance, much to Evan's satisfaction, she turned and briskly made for the pod calibrated just for her.
Hugh couldn't be immediately sure if his attack struck home or not, but one thing was certain; Gunshow had backed away from the gate. His initial thrust was met with a startled 'Mahh?!' and several heavy back steps in the painfully ringing silence. There was so little of the gate left now, that Hugh could plainly make out the dragon's individual teeth as it's lips pulled back ever so slowly. With a screech it barreled easily through what remained to confront the large man and his 'security team'.
For Ulrich the First, the Carnate Engine was as a bridge between life and lifelessness. It came in waves, as it often did. First the cold, then the bleaching of emotions, and an acute awareness of lack. Lack of substance, lack of biology, lack of belonging. His body entered a comatose state, and he awoke as Ulrich the Second. This time was different, less muted was a sensation of freedom! A need to adjudicate this place and it's people for what they had done to it! And... a calling. The Yamask had felt it since coming to this strange place that smelled of metal and ozone, from the medical wing.
Ulrich was blind as the ghost pulled itself through walls, but as the human settled into these thoughts and feelings, a familiar and disquieting sight greeted him. Bound in a straight jacket, eyes more lucid then they have been since the G3 project was in full swing, was one Zartemis Nikolai. Now classified as 'decommissioned personnel', the man had been with the project since it's inception and tested from the very beginning. The unfortunate psychotic break happened in generation three, and he'd been here since. His red hair hung disheveled and long, obscuring most of his face, but he smiled. "I knew someone would come visit eventually, I just didn't think it would be you... you even brought me a new face, so thoughtful."
The pressure in the room was palpable, where it could have been coming from defied science, if Ulrich had been a religious man it would be a moment for prayer. The Yamask was terrified for it's mask as the human rose and began to stalk towards him.
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 3, 2016 14:21:41 GMT
Ah, it was always nice to see the scientists' feathers ruffled. If only it was under a less... potentially lethal scenario. With that in mind, Evan decides to head for a pod. At the very least he might be able to do something, rather than just sitting, and leaving his life in the hands of others. Especially scientists. They already messed that up, decades ago.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Oct 3, 2016 20:06:38 GMT
Ulrich's profound irritation at what was transpiring had abated somewhat during the transference. Not only was that detached feeling growing more familiar, he knew that the connection would be established in short order. Then he would be able to set the situation right... Or so he thought, at least until realizing that something felt wrong. Or, not quite wrong... more that wrongs had been done, and he was responsible for passing judgement on the wrongdoers! Maybe that was where Ulrich the Second had been headed, before the Yamask was interceded? When his vessel finally arrived at its destination - how was it navigating so well, through all the intervening structure? They would have to study that when this mess had been cleared up! - Ulrich was about to see just where it had traveled. And more importantly, what had compelled it to travel there... Then he saw Zartemis. That wasn't too worrying on its own; the man was mad, as anyone could tell. What worried Ulrich (both...?!) was how he seemed to recognize this Specimen... That, that was who the lunatic was referring to? While Ulrich knew that he was, for the moment, in control of the Yamask body, that wasn't exactly comforting as Zartemis closed in. Maybe he could try escaping the way he had arrived; through the wall? He wasn't quite confident in his own ability to phase through solid objects yet, and right now was not the time to practice. What he could do, though, was float. Reasoning that the terrifying fool in front of him had hopefully surely neglected to care for his body during the confinement, if they simply rose beyond Zartemis' reach there would be time to plan a proper escape! Ulrich the second shifts up, then away from Zartemis along the wall. Maximum height is 4 meters, ceiling notwithstanding.
Also: Ulrich's Focus to take control of the Yamask = 8
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Post by birdy51 on Oct 4, 2016 15:25:06 GMT
Meanwhile, things were equally going to shit down on the containment room floor. Hugh had succeeded in forcing Gunshow back, at least for the meantime, but Vorp was remaining the main instigator in this disaster. Hugh's eyes caught the shape of the dragon's lithe form through the destruction, but there was hardly any time to react what would happen next. The beast charged the gate, crashing through the wall and barreling towards him.
"Oh no you don't."
Hugh dropped his baton beside him and caught the beast dead on, muscles rippling in individual fury as he attempted to pitifully keep his balance. It was trying to push back him, to escape and terrorize some other part of the station. But that, THAT was not going to happen! "You will SUBMIT!" Hugh exclaimed, attempting to tighten his grip on the creature and prevent it from going any further. The spines on the rough skin bit into him, cutting him open as he heaved mightily with the creature. But it would SUBMIT, whether it liked it or not!
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Post by Mineral on Oct 4, 2016 22:11:14 GMT
Jacob kept his head as best he could, getting everyone towards their beds, refraining from shoot Evan the disgusted look he had in his back pocket. There were people down there with THEIR vessels, who could very likely get incredibly hurt if they didn't move their asses, and he was standing there with a smug look on his face. There was going to be a heart to heart later.
Hurrying to what he called 'his bed', he ripped his labcoat off and tossed it onto the ground, running the process quickly and folding his hands over his stomach at rest as everything started to bleed. Like when you press on your eyes and let go and colours and shapes seemed to fly by your head fast and recklessly. That's when he felt the sickening PULL. He'd written about it in his reports, likening it to being dropped in a pool of warm gel like air that was hard to get a deep cool breath in. The grip on your spine to strike out, the sensitivity to every little everything in your surroundings. Instinct, that's what Jacob thought this was, the sharpened tunnel vision of when an animal was stressed and in attack mode. As an adolescent in a rare species that very much had to fight to mate to propagate their own species.
But then the synapse all struck at the perfect point, as they did every takeover, and Jacob's moment of bed sickness took. He'd left this out of the reports. Everything was overpowering in this body, it took a second to get a reign of everything. Until then he just wondered where he was, and took inventory. Touch dulled with thick skin, eyes adjusted to low levels of light, smell- FUCK. Vorp suddenly jerked his head away to the side and made a very human like gag. He was not prepared for this smell in this body. Everything snapped into place from that sudden shock and he batted up against Hugh twice, the wrestling tap-out.
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Post by Robot on Oct 5, 2016 18:44:13 GMT
Vorp rammed through the gate and straight into Hugh's powerful arms, the charge had been intense enough to shatter weakened steel but not the large soldier's resolve! The mountain of a man gave no ground and took no prisoners, even as the dragon's scales bit easily through skin and clothing alike. He roared in futility, the stink of blood and man-sweat assaulting his keen predatory senses before a spasm overtook the creature's body. It physically gagged, then firmly swatted Hugh's side twice, remaining still otherwise.
Tex and Ranger slipped past the pair, situation seemingly under control, to assess the other three Pokemon still in containment, flashlights out and batons crackling. Gunshow slowly gave ground to the pair, backing towards the remaining two Pokemon in the enclosure.
A shock wave of anxiety, an emotional emulsifier, catalyzed Evans organized thoughts into pure discord for the few brief seconds it took for him to fully settle into Subject 3. A smaller body was huddled against his side, which he knew to be Rosebud from the faint memories of the preceding few moments. His ears took in 'Bulb... bulba... sarr...' but his mind processed it as something else entirely. Language. "We're going to be okay." Gunshow backed across the enclosure towards the pair, offering a confident smile to the Dunsparce and Bulbasaur over his shoulder. "I won't let them hurt you." The Machoke stated plainly.
Ulrich's vision was beginning to swim, clearly he was hallucinating. The pressure Zartemis seemed to exude only increased as he made to avoid the other, a miasma starting to form a haze in the room. "You aren't really alive little one, no need to fear death." The jacketed man smiled up at him from where he stood beneath. It was very much like being watched by a shark. Fear was not an emotion common to Ulrich the Second, but he felt it in those moments. "Come down, friend." The word shuddered and quivered, reached through the vessel to the human beyond it and seized his heart in a chill. It was as though the ghost had been seen through, and Ulrich the scientist were his addressee.
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 5, 2016 19:13:05 GMT
What the hell? Evan's mind has just managed to take stock of everything going on, when his mind is sent reeling again. What? what what what? How in the world am I understanding these things? ...well, I suppose those whitecoats were right about them communicating. But... just, what?!?
"What...?" Is all he can manage to, well, attempt to stammer out. Who knows what it's coming out as from this vessel. "Who...?" Then he notices the security guards coming in. Simultaneously thankful that he can see, and worried, because, well... those security guards didn't look very friendly. Then again, they never did... but, generally they weren't heading towards him. And... Oh, no... After some mental cursing, he thinks, Please tell me someone told them about the transfer...
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Post by birdy51 on Oct 5, 2016 21:25:21 GMT
As the body of the dragon went into spasms, Hugh refused to let go. He continued to hold the creature in an unloving, ironclad grip, face locked in a mad grimace that seemed to say 'yes, this is a challenge'. But, for all of his strength and bravado, he knew deep down what had occurred as soon as the tiny little dragon hands tapped his body and started gagging.
The Beef rolled his eyes. So easily dissuaded, these sciencey types. Hugh flexed one last big squeeze was enough, and then he released the dragon unceremoniously. "You could have at least pretended to have some fight left in you, Jacob." He said with a smirk, swiping at the rather painful marks where his beautiful muscles marred themselves against the dragon's hide.
But no response was expected here, and Hugh scratched at the tiny dragon's ear familiarly. The raging beast was contained. The only one that remained was Gunshow. Hugh began to eye the fighting type up and down aside his two guards at either flank. This much force was largely unnecessary, especially now that the Professor and Evan might also be gaining control. "Tex. Go attend to the situation with Ulrich Two. Find him and make sure that Ulrich One has control over him. Me and the Ranger can handle this one should Gunshow choose to get violent."
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Post by Mineral on Oct 5, 2016 21:43:59 GMT
Jacob wasn't stupid enough to fight up against Hugh. There was still very little experience in fighting with this body, he would lose hands down, and just scrape the big guy up along the way with this new skin. But the scratch behind the ear actually felt rather nice, the small dragon letting out an approving belly growl after he was finally let go. Almost as good as not being crushed by him anymore. It was startling how strong he was with that body, seeing him and the other soldiers like him made him feel a little better about the ambiguity of his own genetic makeup. Right now he had more important matters to attend to.
Once the other guards were gone, he stepped past Hugh and Ranger right back into the enclosure, looking at the absolute carnage and down at his 'blades', the fins that were strong enough to dent the steel. Let alone the body that was entirely unconcerned with electricity. It didn't make sense, the brain still functioned through the same electrical synapses firing. But right now, it was back to Gunshow. Jacob's posture was very relaxed for the situation, faking being calm as his 'hands' came up to calm Gunshow down, talking mostly with himself, trying to just make non threatening submissive sounds.
"It's going to be okay, we gotta stick in here, okay? Just a few more days."
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Post by ThRevanchist on Oct 6, 2016 15:02:53 GMT
As much as Zartemis might have thought the Yamask to be an emotionless automaton, Ulrich had quite a different take on it. It must have been a combination of the nauseating, logic-defying miasma permeating the room and the threat of losing his precious mask, but Ulrich could very clearly recognize that they were both afraid.
Worse, though, was that they couldn't escape the feeling that Zartemis was talking more to the Operator than the specimen before him. Not that Ulrich knew (or cared) how this man could have arrived at that conclusion... No, more important was that Ulrich was certain that the physical space separating the two of them wouldn't protect him from whatever this was. That went doubly for the space between Zartemis and this current body.
Given how distorted the entire room was now appearing, Ulrich wasn't confident even in his ability to move in a coherent direction... While interacting with him at all was a sickening prospect, he was running out of options. Rather than attempt to continue running (and fail), he stopped, focusing instead on remaining still. Then, he gathered his thoughts as best as he could while beset by Zartemis' overwhelming presence and tried to vocalize a statement and question, namely: "This is Ulrich. What do you want, Zartemis?" Under better circumstances, he would have been excited to attempt cross-species communication, but right now all he had room for was a nauseous panic and a chilling fear.
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Post by Robot on Oct 7, 2016 0:34:53 GMT
Rosebud's vibrant red eyes rolled in his head for a moment, and the small reptilian quadruped slumped against the soft scaly hide of the Dunsparce. "Auuuuhhh..." Came the soft, lightheaded, dizzy sound as he shook away the cobwebs and made eye contact with the Dunsparce. Red bloomed on the Bulbasaur's cheeks and he averted his eyes with an embarrassed half-frown, that was Evan in there and Delilah knew it. At least it should be.
"What are you even saying? It was your idea to leave in the first place." Gunshow retorted to the dragon, continuing to shield the Bulbasaur and Dunsparce from the others in the pen as best he could manage.
Tex vacated on Hugh's order, and Ranger took post in the shattered remnants of the gate. It wouldn't do to get Gunshow under control only to lose the others into the remnants of the compound. The Machoke had watched Hugh handle Vorp, the large human respected strength. Gunshow would show his and secure their freedom! His corded muscles bulged and rippled impressively as he curled both arms in against his waist. An aggressive display of his raw power!
Zartemis' hands closed around Ulrich's windpipe, finding substance where there was none, choking the life from the lifeless. The steel flooring somehow reeked of packed earth, his captor's crushing weight bearing semblance to burial alive, an experience the Pokemon found himself strangely familiar with in that moment. Zartemis' mouth bore wide, then split wider still, a gaping rent that bled hideous purple light far beyond the actual dimensions of his face. In chorus the lone man bellowed 'WE WILL BE COMPLETE!' and began the motion to end it all.
The faint hiss of one of the pressurized doors and Tex stepped calmly into Zartemis' cell. The inmate sat peacefully oh his cot, as he always did, softly mumbling to himself. The Yamask was hovering in the upper corner of the room out of reach, watching the man. It was all normal, except being a ghost. "Ulrich? Ulrich! You got it?"
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 7, 2016 2:08:49 GMT
Noting the sudden slump, and subsequent backing away of the body next to him, Evan presumed that the Professor was in control. Or, at least, he hoped it was. He was pretty sure, though. He didn't want to say anything though, that might tip off Gunshow that there was a human in here. That might end poorly, and he sure didn't want to experience what would happen if his vessel died with him in it. That train of thought led to him wondering exactly how much did the vessels remember of the time spent under control? If he spoke to the Bulbasaur as Rosewood, rather than as Rosebud, would the creature remember that? These were all disquieting questions, especially after discovering the fact that the vessels seemed to be sentient, and have language. Luckily, all of this was easily pushed into a small portion of his brain, and left there. The rest concentrated on the here and now. And decided to let Jacob handle Gunshow. Worst case scenario, it would be entertaining to see the scientist get some comeuppance. He did try and see if he could figure out what the Machoke might respond to in order to calm down, though. Intuition: 17
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Post by birdy51 on Oct 7, 2016 4:10:01 GMT
Hugh's eye muscles threaten to rebel. They attempt glue themselves to the magnificent form of Gunshow, to lock on upon him and never escape. His lip quivered slightly. Such beauty. Such magnificence!
The glorious flex took Hugh back. Far back, all the way back to his formative years when he was just a little chubby child. Back then, he had oh so admired the guards, and respected their strength and glory. Their gleaming boots, their dashing uniforms. And the muscles! How lithe! How powerful! It took all of his strength to break from this reverie, as the reality of the situation dragged him back to the present.
This glorious display of sheer manliness was clearly not a peace sign. There was reason that Gunshow was called 'gunshow' after all. The scientists had quickly picked up that this form of flexing was a bestial form of intimidation, a way of convincing others not to mess with you. In this, it was very beautiful, but it was also very dangerous. One knew better than to trust the thorns of a poisoning rose. Then again, most things that are dangerous are also beautiful. This, Hugh mused, is a truism, just as it is also a truism that Hugh is a dangerous man. He smiled. This also made him, very, very beautiful.
Without fully considering the consequences, The Beef rose to the challenge. The golden man behemoth raised his arms to the sky, before bringing them down to his own waist with a magnificent grunt. Muscles rippled and quivered like the shimmering ocean of the Ark. Almost immediately, his sleeves tore at the sight this magnificent display of masculinity and attempted to flee the scene. But there was no escaped from the Beef. This was something both his shirt and the Beef understood intimately. Through his strained face, he smiled and chuckled ominously.
Gunshow wasn't the only one packing heat.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Oct 7, 2016 4:28:53 GMT
Ulrich was utterly unable to comprehend what had just happened... but nonetheless felt a newfound and baseless fear of the man-shaped thing on the cot. Now that reality wasn't falling apart on him, though, he could address some important issues!
Yes, Tex could wait, first came his mask. If that thing had stolen it, he would... He would... He couldn't interact with such a monster directly, and if word got back that Ulrich the Second had escaped its confines, then the entire project would pay the price... Already dejected, and fearing the worst, the Ulrich duo held up their mask to see if it was intact.
When that most important of things had been taken care of, Ulrich rotated to face the newcomer. The interloper who he probably owed something... Important. At least it felt that way, even if things looked so natural now? That left how to communicate to Tex that he was in control of the vessel? Since Ulrich also wanted to get as far from the thing as possible at this point, he gave a very exaggerated nod and, giving Zartemis as wide a distance as possible, skirted the edge of the room until he reached the guard. In his impatience, he also attempted to say, "Yes, its me, who else? Let's go, now." He didn't think it even remotely likely they would understand him, but it felt relieving to reassert the natural order. He would command the personnel, they would handle the minutia... And insane monsters were locked up where they couldn't cause any harm.
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Post by Mineral on Oct 8, 2016 20:50:26 GMT
Jacob was struck dumb when he heard the Pokemon speak, the science of a language that passed through not just races but species on this planet was incredible. What was more, he could understand it as a human ride-along! This was massive, it completely confirmed the theory about the Yamask talking on Vorp's shoulder, and now they were protecting each other there in that corner. By now he was sure that Gunshow was the only un-piloted thing in the room, and what was more, he was being antagonized by Hugh.
Taking a step towards the security officer, Jacob breathed in deep and let out a glass rattling "Get BACK!" at Hugh, surely verbalized in his ears as another feral roar. All before he turned to Gunshow yet again. It was time to lie through his teeth. "The fifth one, the one that was invisible this entire time. He was using us to stop the walls electricity so he could flee! When that creature grabbed me, I couldn't even smell home. But I understood them this time! One of the skinnier ones in the hall, they were talking about taking us home to do more of their tests. We can save our energy and break free then!"
Turning to Hugh, he made a 'back up' motion with his little clawed wings. "And you! You thick smelling monster! Get out!"
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Post by Robot on Oct 9, 2016 14:16:38 GMT
Gunshow stood proudly, clearly the victor, his impressive pecs rippling in Ranger's flashlight. The Superpower Pokemon would suffer no contenders to his impressive strength, and worked out every day to ensure that he achieved his goal to be the most huge. The Machoke took a step forward to compare his biceps against Hugh's, and gave an appreciative nod followed by a dismissive gesture. The massive human would be permitted to go, provided he didn't challenge again.
"Waiting a little longer in a cramped space." Gunshow snorted.
Rosebud let out a soft sigh and began to pace the far side of the enclosure, a few moments later, Tex and Ulrich the Second returned. It would just be a matter of getting them back into their individual pens again.
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Post by DataNinja on Oct 9, 2016 18:43:38 GMT
Evan watches the proceedings silently, and with interest... and also makes a mental note to try avoiding irritating Jacob too much. He'd rather not learn what happens if a vessel gets killed while he's in it...
With that, he begins inching back towards where Three's pen door was - though, he does make sure to bring along the Dunsparce's shiny. Might as well give that to it.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Oct 10, 2016 2:59:23 GMT
Now that he was far from that monster, Ulrich was in a much better headspace. No permanent harm had been done, and upon arriving back at the testing pens it was clear that Security was performing as expected. It was good of them to earn that raise, in these critical days... not that he would tell any of them that.
It seemed that the specimens were being returned to their personal pens now - as expected in lieu of what had just happened - and so he nonchalantly directed Ulrich the Second back to its enclosure. He was more concerned with whether to acknowledge the strange events from before and have someone else test the Yamask for... something he wasn't even sure how to define, or to just dismiss it as the nightmare it had been. At present, he was leaning heavily to the latter. Maybe with a private note to their Project Head.
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Post by birdy51 on Oct 10, 2016 12:20:10 GMT
Hugh snorted with a quiet delight. It was quite clear that he had won the little flexing match handily. Little Gunshow was trying to play it off, which was quite cute, but the only real winner here was Hugh.
Hugh was the hugest, and therefore the bestest. That's all there was to it. If Gunshow wanted to challenge him further on that, he would be happy to put the scrawny one in his place. But to attack him now? Such a poor victory.
There was little reason provoke a fight. All subjects were accounted for and in the main holding area. Even if Jacob was evidently struggling to keep hold on the wild side of Vorp, it was evident that there was some measure of control there. Hugh had never seen a dragon attempt such... Strange hand signals before. Everyone else seemed to have succeeded, so him lingering in the pen was unnecessary.
He strode over to the mouth of the pen to the opposite side of Ranger, folding his arms and watching his wards cautiously. One by one they were returning to their cages. It wouldn't be long before they were all back where they belonged. Then they would have to call the engineers about the damages. They weren't going to like having to fix this one...
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