NationStates Jolt Archive

Lafiël's eye's water. She looks into Adam's eyes and sees a deep ferocity there. The casts her eyes to the floor, and a lone tear stains the carpet.

((Adam has vampire dna in him))
Adam looks around the room and slowly his eyes change back to there blue state.

A single hand touches Lafiël's shoulder.

Hugo could see blonking red lights in the inside of his tneted visor. It was showiing him he had three broken ribs and and some bruising.
"Owe, this tickles" he mitters getting up. His rifle was still with him. And now he clould hear gunfire. The aped the visor just in time to see a reble beging shot. But h could see no one shooting. He did she the Cuontess and a battle armerd clad figure in a room off to his left.
The sensor unit was picking up a heat sorce 10 meters ahead. But he could no see it.
Using a small upturned table as cover he unslung his rifle and proped it apon the tables edge. his forfinger swiched it to full rock and roll. Just intime to as another rebel can in shoting. Hugo pulled the trigger sending .45 calibur shug at the the rebel which over half a dozen hiting him in the belly and the rebel fell screaming as he died.

Seeing the rebels shoot a young elven girl from under the chin, Thress feels a rage endemic of Sakkran Warriors.

It is a deep, primal berserker rage.

She lets loose a roar that would deafen any too close, and unleashes herself at the rebels. Claws on feet and hands slashing everything in her path; teeth snapping at any target of opportunity, tail smacking anything trying to get behind her. A whirlwind of death.

OOC: I know.

IC:

As the Shadow Elf suddenly appeared before her, she gasped. She expected to see some hideous creature, gnarled and mean, but the man was shockingly handsome. As the bullet pierced his shoulder and crimson blood sprayed onto her, she remained unmoving, anger evident in her face. She wiped the blood from her with the bedsheet.

"I must admit, the rebels have wisened up. We must stop them before they kill another of my brethen." She growls.

"Help me up and They will know the meaning of fear," Adam says

Rebels fall screaming to the floor, clutching their wounds inflicted by Thress.

BANG!

"Stop, or a third dies!" The older man shouts as the Sakkran.

Lafiël hears another shot and lots of screaming. She offers a hand to Adam.

"They certainly will."

Adam takes her hand and smiles evily. "Help me with my armor. It might still be usful," Adam saysa she begens putting on his armor

"HhhrrrrrrHHHSSSSSSSSSS" Thress drops her concealment, and stands covered in gore and blood. She is visibly shaking as she regains self-control. "Very well. But heed this. You may have a hostage, but they are only useful as long as they live. Kill another, and I, or one of my kin, will see to it that you have not another restful night."

Thress squats down on her haunches, and begins wiping gore away from her body, never taking her eyes off the gunman, or his cohorts, for a moment.


"Speak your demands."

Lafiël hands Adam his helmet and helps him get some other pieces on.

She turns to the Shadow Elf and begins to help him with his wound. "Are you alright?" She then adds in a whisper, "You certainly aren't what I expected."

"We've got plenty, lizard." The man says cockily, motioning to the four dozen or so elves under guard. "Here's what you can do. Take this letter to that scummy, corrupt People's Rep. in the governmental HQ. Now get, lizard."

"We've got plenty, lizard." The man says cockily, motioning to the four dozen or so elves under guard. "Here's what you can do. Take this letter to that scummy, corrupt People's Rep. in the governmental HQ. Now get, lizard."

Hugo slow steped from behind the table. Now do to caution but to the pain in his ribs. He tried to to let the pain be heard in his voice. "Countess if you wish to safe the other we must move now." He pauded as the red halograph poped up inside his visor. He it showed one of his lungs was pierced. He now beging to walk forward loading a fresh drum into the sub machinen gun. As he walks through the door he sees a groups of 7 rebel entering oppisite of him. One seemed to reach for a grenade, but Hugo was faster and racked bullets arcoss hte mans troso right after the man had pulled the pin. Hugo ducked for cover a second before the grenade blew.

Watching the young elven girl die needlessly - the very same girl that he had chatted with a few hours earlier! - wiped out all trace of mercy and consideration Cyrus had for the rebels he had killed. His blood was hot, but his mind was cold when he planned his attack.

A single metal ball landed just in front of the rebel holding the girl. Within seconds, a white cloud of smoke erupted and engulfed everyone close by.

He moved as swiftly he could whiles still being reasonably silent, and without notice he slipped up behind them. He grabbed the weapon of the rebel and forced it away from the girl, then stabbed him in the back with the combat knife he had picked from the fallen to replace his lost one. He gurgled and died in Cyrus' merciless grasp.

But another rebel reacted, turned around and fired at Cyrus - who could see the man with his IR goggles, and turned at the same time. The bullet hit the rebel's comrade that Cyrus now used as a human shield, turning the terrorists own trick against them.

"Quickly! I can't take care of all of them."

"We've got plenty, lizard." The man says cockily, motioning to the four dozen or so elves under guard. "Here's what you can do. Take this letter to that scummy, corrupt People's Rep. in the governmental HQ. Now get, lizard."


LIZARD!

Composure, Thress. Composure. Thress takes the rebel leader's letter, and edges a bit closer to emit a whisper. "I will deliver your letter. But know that though you may live this day, we will watch. For your insult to my people, we will watch. And wait. And we live a very, very long time. When you are asleep. When you are awake. When you eat, drink, frolic and defecate, we will be watching. And waiting." She opens her mouth slightly, showing two rows of teeth serrated like steak knives; the scent of carrion on her hot breath, bits of meat from the rebels compatriots dangling.

With that she turns, and with a clacking sound as her claws strike the ground, she ascends the stairs, taking time to hiss lowly at one of the terrorists.

Hugo sprang up, though he regretted doing so. He took carful aim at the rebels. Not wishing to kill innnocents. When the drum was empty hugo did not wish to pron himsefl to a attack so he went about using the stock of the rifle to cruch skull or break bones(mostly jaw bones) One Reble through knoked the rifle away and got a few good punches into Hugo's ribs. Not paying any heed to the pain he took out his pistol and shot the man three time in the chest.
Just then there was a sharp pain at his left elbow and down his lower part of that arm. He wheeled emting the clip into the man. The mans arms flew out tossing his pistol at Hugo, which he grab it out of mid air with his good arm.

Lafiël nods at Hugo's advice, and begins a slow trot with the others in tow towards the main hall. About halfway there, massive gunfire breaks out, and the Countess breaks into a full sprint. Slowing as she walks around the corner, she is spotted by the rebel closest to the entrance to the main hall.

"There she - AGUH!" A rebel shouted before taking a shot in the stomach.

"Hey! You - UGH!" Another man falls to the ground.

The Countess walks through the smoke almost causally, firing with every step she takes, never missing. Her mind is swimming with rage and hatred for these men who would dare do such a thing, so selfish, brutal...she hated them all. She couldn't contain herself any longer. As she shot man after man, tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the floor in a trail behind her. She cried for the little elven maid, for Adam's sorrow, for everyone who had ever been wronged.

"Where are the hostages!" The leader yelled in panic.

Adam litteraly ripps a door off of it's hinges and slams it into a rebel Leader's face almost ripping his head off. "Thats for the pain you caused these people!" Adam shouts as he smashes his boot into the man face crushing his skull

The rebel leader sees the door coming too late. As it slams into his head something pops, and then he feels nothing. His face collapses into a bloddy mess on the floor. All of the rebels stop and just stare at the battered remains of their leader. Almost in unison, dozens of weapons of all kinds clatter to the floor.

"Don't hurt us! Please!"

But one man held onto his ancient pistol. "Don't be intimidated! We must still fight!" And with that, he aimed carefully and fired a shot into Adam's face as best he could with the old rusty weapon.

Hugo began to follow the countess Lafiël he picked up his rifle on the way past it and with his good arm laoded another drum.

Adam took the shot and fell to the ground with his helmet visor cracked.

Lafiël watched passively as Adam was shot in the face, and unloaded the rest of her clip into the man who had shot Adam. As soon as the man fell, the Countess dropped her revolver and suddenly looked very drained and sticken. She lifted the helmet from Adam's head, and gently caressed his head with her fingers.

"Adam...wake up..."

Adam lay there not moving. The bullet had hit him along the side of the head. Blood was pouring from his head

"I don't know what to do..." She said, trying to clean his wound the best she could.

Adam turns his head slightly and says sighlently "Thank you."

Cyrus watched the rebels surrender after the timely arrival of his friends. He had been prepared to fight for his life if they had not shown up. He still had a hard look on his face, but no time for tears.

"Back off! Line up against the wall! If I see as much as a twitch of a finger, you will not have time to regret it!", he yelled at the surrendered rebels.

With the help of a few others, he rounded them up quickly, the situation now reversed. As soon as he felt he could leave the rebels to the others, he walked across the main hall, looking like something out of an action movie with the assault rifle flung over his shoulder, pistol on the hip, grenades in the belt, and a large, bloody combat knife stuck into it. His suit was not what it had been when he had arrived at the party.

He come up to Lafïel, kneeling by the man Cyrus had seen in passing before, with his head in her lap. He only looked them both without saying anything.

Lafiël looked up at Cyrus with eyes filled with simmering hatred and deep sadness. "I don't know if he'll live."

Hugo saw the man get hit. Keeping his gun on the rebeels as so the would not make a move he moved quickly to over the countess was kneeling over the man. Countess I have some flild medical training so i might be able to help but i cat keep on them and help him at e same time>" he hand the rifle to the countess"
With his good arm free he takes out a med pack and a scaneer he quickly scans the wound "good seze skull fracture maybe some bleading inside the brain." be began to place the small med pac ove thw wound. Once in place he turned to the countess "Countess Lafiël I did whai I can and the small nanobots are stoping the blood. But he has a bad skull fracture and maybe some bleeding in the brian if we don't get him better medical attention he might..." he erupted then into a long coughing fit. as he took his hand away he saw several small spots of blood. He wiped his hand on the pants of his uniform. hoping the countess did not see. She had enough thing on her mind.

(edited for continuity)

He looked sad now, looking down at them. Not just for Adam, he felt sad for all that had passed today since their return. Maybe Hugo had bought him a chance though, with those "nano-bots" of his.

"Will he survive now? Can we move him?"

The Countess didn't miss a beat.

"Yes, we should get both of you to the hospital." She looked to Cyrus. "Can we use your airship?"

((Just to let you know. His body is not like most humans so most medical abilitys will not be afective. Try and find his AI. That might be the key to him living or dieing))
Adam looked at Lafiël befor his vision became to blurry for him to see any more

OOC: And where would the AI be?

((Eather in the slot at the back of his skull or in the Warthog. It is in a chip form))

"Certainly", he replied, and lifted his radio to call it.

"This is Cyrus. The situation in the mansion is under control. I repeat, under control. We are bringing out wounded shortly, prepare to take them to the closest large hospital immediately. Cyrus out."

"Hugo, you must know how to carry wounded. Help me with him.."

They didn't have time to rig something to carry Adam on, but with the combined efforts of Hugo and Cyrus, they began to move without making it too difficult.. until Hugo collapsed, that is.

[i]Crap.

"Something must be done. Are there any elven healers around?"

Hugo held up his hand "Countess I'm fine" He goes to stand but his leds give out and falls to the floor." Or maybe not.." He was light head and the world was spining. He told a spare med pack placed it on his left elbow. This med pack was not a nano one, hust some light pain killers and stuff to stop the bleeding. He then lied down on his back.

Lafiël handed the rifle to a nearby elf and followed Cyrus and Hugo.

OOC: I got to go now, be back in a while.

Hearing his namr begin called Hugo agian tried to rise but the same happened agian to to blood loss.

The Count leaves the palace undetected, thanks to his cloak´s camouflage., once outside, he seems to be just one more wounded elf. "This was a hell of a fight..." he thinks "That countess....she was as brave as any Aelosian BattleMaiden...and their friends were awesome warriors too...it´s a pity that some of them didn´t survived"

He stands behind the countess, with his cloak making him invisible "She´s beautiful too...Damn, What am I saying?, she´s only my duty and nothing else".

He removes his hood and approaches her with a limp, his leg rendered almost useless, then suddenly she handed him her rifle and left with Hugo and Cyrus. He talks to himself again "You see, she don´t even recognized you....and that´s good, people like you are no more than shadows, stalking in the darkness...Well, anyway I fulfilled my duty, and earned my reward"...But still his mind was haunted by the look in the Lafiël eyes, the kindness he saw is the crystal eyes of the little yet brave elven noble...

He inject himself the last shot of Ilvëlostan, a powerful tranquilizer and pain killer drug, then starts to walk to the pick-up point, his ship should be arriving soon.

"This should have never happened." She said, inspecting Hugo. "I've got some medical training, most elves do. Oh, no, Hugo has internal bleeding, I believe."

Lafiël called over a few of the elven maids and gave them intricate instructions in elven. The elven maids dissapeared for a few minutes, and then came back with several strong looking elf men.

"Here, pick these two up and take them to the airship outside." She said to the men, and they nodded and picked up the two wounded men.

The Countess blinked, recalling the Shadow Elf's protection of her. She felt someone watching her, felt his presence, and looked around. She saw nothing, and then he became clear in her vision, easily detectible by her sharp eyes. She watched him walk away for a few long minutes, until he was no longer anything more than a shadow in the crowd.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Adam lifted his arm out as if to grab something but lets his arm fall limp and his breathing started to slow down

Lafiël turned her attention from the Shadow Elf to Adam, and bushed his hair out of his face. Still...he haunted her mind, much as she remained in his. His features were so shocking, very handsome...but...different. She shrugged and sighed a long sigh.

"Stay still, Adam." She said softly to him.

Rafiel reach the pick-up point two minutes late, and the dropship was already waiting for him.

Two Shadow Weavers were covering him with their rifles and making some signals with their hands. "I´m not going to hurry up you know?, I´m shot"

One of the guarding soldiers approaches Rafiel, behind the helmet his black skin show his Drow blood "So....you´re an idiot as I expected, with Shadow bolt weapons and a Elossär Cloak and still you were shot!..."

The motion was fast, the tecnique perfect. Suddenly the drow´s rifle was in Rafiel´s hands, and the soldier was lying on the floor. "Are you questioning your superior?, I´m from a noble house of pure blood, you peasant!, and I had learned all the ancient stealth skills before you born, I was shot because those rebels were more capable than you, drow scum..."

He starts to think "I don´t belong here...they´re no more than a bunch of assasins. The Dux Admiral is a good person, but most of this Shadow Weavers are just subterranean bullies"...Then he remembers the Lafiël eyes, filled with grief, sorrow and pain...worried about her friends and her people.

Then he turns and see the drow guard in the eyes, only finding hate, violence and resentment, and his finger start to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly the another guard stands in front of them

"Is everything OK?...Sire? Can we leave now?"

Rafiel takes the decision fast, and without regrets or second thoughts

"No....My mission isn´t over yet, I just came here to reload ammo and fond some medical aid....perhaps I should need a new Elossär cloak too"

He turns to the mansion and says "You certainly aren´t what I expected, too"

Lafiël watches over the wounded as they are carried out, and then walks back into the mansion with drained, heavy steps, greatly less graceful now. Her heart fell into her stomach as she approached the elven maid who was executed. The Countess let her tears flow freely as she felt the cold skin of her fallen comrade. There, kneeling next to her loyal maid, she made a solemn vow to never let something like this happen again, regardless of the cost to herself. She grinned as she realized something.

"I'm thinking like Adam. He wan't so foolish after all." She pondered aloud to the now empty and bloodstained hall.

Lafiël sat there, just thinking, for many long moments, until her thoughts wandered to the Shadow Elf again. She just couldn't get him out of her mind...

"Countess?"

It was the Emperor Gorrm, wielding a bloody hammer. A gore-soaked Thress was next to him, with the clothing she came in with once again on her person.

"Are you un-injured?"

"I am fine." The Countess answered, not raising her eyes from the floor. "Others...were not so fortunate."

"As I see. Allow me to present you with this." Gorrm draws a small plastic baggie from his mantle, and presents it to the Countess. It has a large red X on it.

"It is called a synth-skin patch. It uses basic nano-technology to identify the target's melanin levels, organic DNA and structuring and such. It then melds with the wound area of the skin assuming it's coloration and structure, and injects healing stimulants, platelets and the like into the blood stream. The result is a false skin that speeds up healing and leaves almost no scarring."

He walks near the mansion, now his leg feeling much better. He stares at the wounded. Always the same faces....the same expressions...sadness, grief, impotence, hysteria. All battlefields were the same...but this time was different, now he was feeling sorry about this people. He cared about them...

He stops suddenly, recognizing the bright eyes of Lafiël near the corpse of an elven maiden. At her side were a huge warrior, wielding a bloody battlehammer and somthing....reptilian

He stands in front of Lafiël and removes his hood, turning off the camouflage.

He stares at the floor, shame painted in his dark blue eyes"So, you escaped unscathed. How can I help you, Your Highness?"

He bows, but his wounds didn´t allow him to knee properly...

OOC: Gorm is also reptilian.

The Emperor sees the elven person attempting to kneel down. "Hold, good sir. Let us tend to your wound. Thress, do you have the other synth-skin patch?"

"Yes, Emperor."

She removes the plastic baggie from her possession, and hands it to the Aelosian. "There are instructions on its use on the back. It should help your wounds heal better."

Lafiël turns to Gorrm. "Thank you. I don't suppose it can bring back the dead, though."

As the Shadow Elf appears before her, she takes in his striking figures again. His appearance always took her breath away for some reason. She rose before him, but she was still a head and a half below him.

"Please, call me Lafiël." She told him, waving away the formalities he presented. "There's no need to be ashamed. You've saved my life more than once today, and I am deeply grateful for that. I would like to know who you are, however."

He first talk to Gorm "Thanks, kind one, for your medicine, I will use it later"

Then he turn to Lafiël and says "Mylad..Lafiël. I´m Count Rafiel Hyruoth, of the House of Aelos. Leader of the Shadow Weavers and captain of the Aelosian Navy, Defender of the Shadow Elves"then bows again.

His eyes avoid her gaze, but he keeps talking "I was sent here as your personal bodyguard...our goverment are trying to protect all elven leaders in the sensible nations, like yours. I arrived late, I should been here a long time before, and take down those rebels before they even launch their attack...but you don´t want to hear all that do you?"

He raises his head, and meet her eyes full of hope and light, saying to himself "Why is she so atractive to me?, I...I... want to touch her...to hug her...Damn again...What was I thinking?" His face, however, don´t show any emotions except for a light blushing in his cheeks.

He keeps hypnotized by the deep big eyes of the countess...trying to find more words...
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Count Rafiel Hyruoth

Gorrm lowers his eyes a moment. "No, it cannot bring back the dead. Would that it were possible.....but enough. Apparently Thress has informed me these .... rebels have insulted the Sakkran people. By your leave, we would hunt them down to the last." He smacks his hammer on his palm for emphasis.

Adam lay limp and sarted coughing much more

"Emperor Gorrm, there is no need for that. We suspect there are more ready to begin a movment towards the rest of the nation, but the military will take care of them. If you wish...I suppose you could exact your revenge. Though personally I think it's foolish to eliminate an entire group because one of them was stupid enough to insult you." She tells Gorrm.

Then she turns to the Shadow Elf and smiles at him for the first time. "An Aelosian...it's a great pleasure to meet you, Count Rafiel. I do have another question, if you don't mind. What are you going to do now? It would be nice to have you along, but do you still have a reason to be here?"

Lafiël looks into the Count's eyes, but can find nothing there.

A Mi trooper a Major by yht ranks painted on his battle armer walke slowly up tot eh countess. Not sneaking and not being lazy, just not wanting to look like a threat. "Coutess, do you know in want condicion Prine Hugo is in? me and my men are wrorried for his well being."

"As am I. Are they in Cyrus' airship yet? I estimate we can make it to the closest hospital in 8 minutes in that thing." she asks the trooper

Lafiël turns to the Count. "Thank you again. It is up to you whether you go or stay, I won't stop you."

The trooper Bow agian "My men and i thank you" he then turns and leaves.

The Countess nods at the trooper. "It's what I do."

Lafiël sighed and sat down again and closed her eyes. Another tear drops from her eyes.

"Why are you crying?", Rafiel says, "your tears won´t revive the dead, or help anyone. We can still do many other things than crying". Rafiel takes Lafiel´s hand and says "I know you´re sad about that happened, but now your people need you to be strong".

"As for myself, my job here isn´t over. I need to hunt down the rest of the rebels, and rest assured that they will never be a threat to yourself or your goverment again. Maybe I can cooperate with Emperor Gorrm and your troops. I will stay for a while, until we take care of the rebels".

In his mind his thoughts fight "I wanted to stay just to see your face again, my duty could wait...but I´m not brave enough to tell you that..."

After having been gone for twenty minutes, Cyrus came back after having been out to the airship to oversee the transportation of wounded. He found that the Countess was still on the same floor, the same floor that was littered with bodies and previously expensive displays of elven carftmanship in the form of vases and decorations of many kinds.

He then also noticed a tall elf talking with her. He recognized competiion when he saw it, but wasn't in the mood for courting. Nor would he take advantage of Lafïel's emotional state, he was much too much of an old time gentleman for that.

Maybe she found her elf lord after all. Nevermind the fact that I look like something out of a horror movie..

"The injured has been transported to the hospital. The police has rounded up the rebels", he stated matter-of-factly to Lafïel. He looked around with a tired face.

"I guess the party is over."

Gorrm turns to his sister and bodyguard. "Thress, can you bring the Countess our present to her?" Thress races off.

Gorrm turns back to the Count and Countess. "Good beings, I hope you understand that I myself can not aid in this hunt, for I have a country to oversee, and a people to guide. I can arrange to have a team of Skeen counter-agents sent, as well as a squadron of Horde Troopers."

Thress returns with the package. "Ah. My Countess, this is for you." The package is unwrapped, and inside is a small titanium hammer with silver etchwork that threatens to hypnotize with its layers of detail. To grab and hold it, it feels as if it were as light as paper, and sends a slight keening sound with each swing.

"The work of our finest Artisan and Weaponsmiths. May it serve you well. Now we must go. I wish you good fortune. If you have need of our services, do not be afraid to call on us." The Emperor bows low, as does Thress.

A WM Med drop ship might have been seen fling toward the hospital

Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeep Was heard from with in the main hall from a part of Adam's helmet

"You're right. I'm just stressed." The Countess tells Rafiel and rises from the ground, regaining some of her formal calmness and grace. However, as she rises, her leg buckles a little, but she tries her best to hide it. "If you want to stay and fight, I'm not the person to talk to. Sorry."

Turning to Cyrus, she says sadly, "Thank you, Cyrus. Yes, it appears the party is over...I don't know what to do now."

As Thress unwraps the present, Lafiël gasps slightly at the extremly fine craftsmanship of the warhammer. She picks the weapon up, feeling it's intricate designs, and smiles at the two Sakkrans.

"Thank you. Again, if you want to pledge troops, I'm not the one to talk to. I'm just a little girl with bad ideas, in everyone else's minds. Good luck and long life to you, Emperor." She says, performing a small curtsy. Her leg buckles again and she visibly winces in pain.

The beeping reaches Lafiël's ears, and they twitch under the onslaught of sound. Walking over to Adam's helmet, she picks it up, and inspects it. There appears to be a slot in the back of it, but nothing is there. As she probes and flicks the slot, the beeping abruptly stopped.

'I wish Adam was here, to tell us what all that was about.' She thought to herself. She looked at the slot again. 'Why didn't I see that before?'

Cyrus turned his head. He noticed Lafïel's difficulty, and that woke him up.

"You are hurt. Here, let me help."

He offered her support on his arm in a much more grevious manner than when they had left the mansion together for what seemed an eternity ago. But she seemed to pay more attention to Adam's helmet.

"Something should be in that slot, I guess. It looks like.."

He hesitated for a moment, but then he told her.

"We have in my country cyborgs. Man and machine interfaced as one. I've seen some of it. That looks just like an artificial implant slot. A chip, if you will."

From the helmet a voice comes out very badly "Where is adam?"

Lafiël lets Cyrus support her, and gives him a slight nod and a silent thanks, though she doesn't feel she needs the help. Cyrus really should be helping the others, but she's apparently the center of attention here, and she understood his concern.

"Shouldn't there be something in there?" She asked him, focused totally on the helmet, trying to understand why a chip would be so important.

Slowly th voice starts becoming clear and it says "Where is Adam. I can not read his brain waves."

When the helmet talked, the Countess practically jumped into Cyrus' arms. "He's wounded. We took the helmet off him. Who...what...are you?" She asked tentatively.

"What does it look like. I'm his AI Alex," Alex says

"I see. So, Adam is a cyborg of sorts...so, Mr. AI, um, why are you talking now? Because Adam is wounded?"

"His name isn't Alex thats my name. His nane is Adam," Alex says "I need to be hooked up to the armor to give you a good idea of what your dealing with."

OOC: Sorry, mind blank.

IC:

"Um...alright." She said to Alex.

The Countess sent maids to go retreive the pieces of armor from around the mansion, where various parts had been scattered. When all of the armor was collected, Lafiël struggled for a moment with the armor, and finally hooked all the pieces together.

"So, what are we dealing with?"

"You've got to be kidding me. What did he do. Try and fight a tank with a knife?"

"Took two grenades to the chest, then got shot in the head by some cocky rebel." She said, growing more concerned.

".........Wow. Well to put it simply he is royaly screwed if you don't operate on him. But that would pospone his death by days or months. If you get me a body I can do something that might be able to save him."

"What do you mean 'a body'? I would like to know what you'd do."

"It is way to hard to explaine," Alex says

"Would this operation end in the termination of the person's life, and does the person have to be alive?"

"A body?, are you going to transplant your conscience into another being?" says Rafiel, his eyes wide shut. "That´s an abomination to all elves!. you must die when your time is up, that´s the rule of Eru"

((What. I'm confused))
"Just get me a body. Cybernetic anything."

OOC: Hey, now so am I. :lol:

IC:

"Rafiel, please." Lafiël says in a soft voice.

Continuing to talk to Alex, she says, "Wait, a cybernetic entity? There is the mansion mainframe..."

"We don't have anything cybernetic available. Is there anything else that can be done?", shot Cyrus in after listening to the conversation, now having a fair idea of what the AI was talking about.

"Do whatever you want, anyway, don´t let me stop you"

"Rafiel, there seems to be something eating at you. I would just like to know, are you alright?" She asked the Shadow Elf, turning slightly in his direction.

He says to himself "What was I thinking?...he´s her friend and gave his life for her, and all I can do is criticize her decisions. I´m nobody here, I´m in her country...maybe I should left when I had the chance, but her eyes are making me crazy, and I can´t stop looking at her...I could stay here for a month just to look in her eyes, see her face and hear her voice".

He stares at her again, a tiny tear in his left eye, then closes his eyes and says. "I´m sorry, I shouldn´t talk to you like that, I´m a fool. Can I help you in some way?"

"That will do for now. But I need a body that I can move around in so I can operate on him,"

"Oh, I see." she says to the helmet. "What would make an ideal body to use?"

She turns to Rafiel. "It's ok, Rafiel, don't worry yourself over such things. If you want to help, then you can come with me to the mansion mainframe. It takes two people if I want to add something into it."

She brushes away the tear lingering on Rafiel's cheek with a single smooth motion.

"It'd be best to practice what you preach." She whispered to him with a smile.

"Sorry for the interuption but Adam has about 4 hours to live if we don't do something."

"Let´s go to the mansion, then". He rushes towards the mansion, taking the hand of Lafiël, "We must hurry up!"

"At tthis rate. Adam will be brain dead in 2 days or be dead from a bone in his brain."

"Alright, Alex. We're going to go splice you into the mansion mainframe. It won't take long. You should be able to do something from there." She says, following Rafiel to the mansion.

Once they are inside, she takes him to the nearest lift, and dials in G5 into the pad. The lift whirrs as they reach G5 in a few seconds. Without even waiting for the doors to totally open, she half runs, half walks through the hall, reaching a large door with a pad next to it. She types in a code, and the door clicks, as the door slowly opens automaticially, red light floods the corridor. She leads Rafiel inside, and hands him the suit of armor. She herself sits down at a terminal, and starts typing out a stream of commands.

"Rafiel, you've going to have to do the dirty work. Cut and strip the two red and black wires, and let the AI lead you though the rest." The tells him.

"I´ll do my best", he says while he puts the armor on, "The red....and now the black....ok, I´m ready"

Cyrus contemplated leaving; the fight was over, and he didn't have anything left to do here. Unlike many others involved, he was lucky enough to to be completely uninjured. A good nights sleep, a bath and new clothes, and the only thing left would be memories.. some good and some very bad. From the look of it, no one needed him now.

In the end, he had decided to quietly follow Lafïel and the tall elf to the mainframe. Maybe something unexpected would happen and they would still need help.

It's either that or nothing.

A medic walking into the room. He was not one who came with the MI troops begause he was wearing a different type of uniform. In a word it looked stanard from the small revolver to the boot his feet were in.. He looked a a pice of paper, then up to the countess he saw that she was busy so he waited off to one side.

Lafiël finishes typing on the terminal, and steps away from the mainframe and moves over to Cyrus.

As she moves away, she calls over her shoulder to the armor, "Alright, Alex, you're all set to do whatever you need to."

The Countess takes up Cyrus' hands in her own. "I'm really sorry about the trouble I've caused you. I would like to know...what are you going to do now? I don't suppose you'd want to stay around someone who is such an important target..."

"I'm the sovereign ruler of 800 million peope. I think I'd be counted as an important target for extremists, too. As for what I'm going to do.. I don't know. Do you want me to stay? You are my only reason to."

He had a sad look in his eyes, and a tired one on his face. He felt emotionally exhausted and wasn't sure of what was going to happen now.. with Lafïel..

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Lafiël nods solemnly at his words.

"You're right. I would enjoy it if you stayed longer, if only for a rest. Perhaps you can gain something from this trip yet." She agrees, moving her hand up to his shoulder and massaging it, in an effort to ease his stress.

".......This is not good," Alex says "I need to operate now."

"Tell me exactly what you need. For an AI, you certainly are vauge." She says, turning to the armor with a stern look. Not that the AI could comprehend that.

"I saw that," Alex says "If you realy want to help adam go to his jeep and grab the green back pack."

"Alright. I'll be right back." She says, pulling away from Cyrus and making her way through the mansion to Adam's jeep. She begins rifling though his jeep, and finally finds the green pack. She starts back tot he mansion.


'His AI certianly isn't like himself, that's for sure.' The Countess thought, wondering how Adam was doing.

[deleted for continuity. Damn lag..]

Adam's vision slowly blurrs even worse. He can only see blurred shapes and nothing further than his hand

The WM medic looked a little puzzed. "Is there anything I can do?" He spoke to no one really just a random question to the room.

Rafiel enter the mainfram quickly, manipulating the commands, navigating through the net of information.

"Now, Alex....tell me what you want me to do..."

Lafiël enters the room, carrying the green backpack.

"Got it." She tells Alex.

She moves over to stand behind Rafiel, and watched him type orders and commands at a blurring speed. "Impressive." She stated bluntly, smiling at him.

"I used to have some skills...like play the flute, computer programming, o write poems. that was before my father commanded me to join the Navy. Now I´m just a trained assasin. Sometimes I regret so many killings, so much pain".

"But maybe in your eyes I´d discovered again what I lost a long time before". He turns for a second to smile at Lafiel, then he starts to type commands again

"Now...What do you want me to do"

Lafiël returned the Count's smile. He was much sweeter than she had thought him to be. Noticing the WM medic's presence, she walks over to him.

"Sorry I missed you before. What do you need?" She asked the medic.

"Milady a WM medic dropships landed at the hospital a few minutes ago and loaded up Prince hugo. We will bring him to own of our medical hospital ships in orrbit. Though this is not do to lack of trust in your doctors. Its justs that The Crown prince make a very good target for a attack. And since you and your guests were attack, well i think you get the point." He hand her a piece of folded paper. "He told me to give this to you."

*The letter reads in Elvish*

Countess Lafiël I am deeply sorry for not talking to you before I am forced to leave your wounderfull country. But Both my father and Older brother have oprdered me to a more safe then at present. The Doctors say I'm in good health considering. And do give my best wishes to the guest that was hit in the head. I do hope he makes it.
Anyway before the painkillers put me under. I will return to your country as soon as possible to help the hunt for the rebels who planned the attack.

Best Wishes
Hugo Lee II

"I will display the procidure on the screan," Alex says as the screan begens filling with infomation "Wait a second I've found somthing. It's for you Countess."

"I see. Thank you. You are dismissed. Send Prince Hugo my deepest apologize and I hope he is well soon." She says to the medic.

As Alex talks to Lafiël and tells her there is something for her, she goes over to the screen and reads the information scroling downwards. The message reads:

OOC: Your call, Phalanix

"If you are reading this I'm ether dead or dieing. I just wanted you to know that when I was sent here I didn't want to go but when I saw you it all changed. I requestedd for a extended leave just to see you. I hope you make the right choice on who to take.
Adam."

"Thats all it says," Alex says

"Give Prince Hugo my best regards. He's quite a good guy to have around", Cyrus told the medic as he was about to leave. Cyrus then turned to continue to watch the efforts to save Adam.

"You know, I could take him to Centropolis in a couple hours, and we have people who can connect him again. Just a thought."

He was very much a by-stander now, but he wasn't going to step out until all this was settled down. If he had a choice about it, no amount of terrorists would be able to pry him away.

"Ok back to saving my only friends life," Alex says as he loads up the rest of the data

"I see, thank you, Alex." She said, with a tiny tear in her eye.

She turns to Cyrus, with a sad look. "I'm sorry, I don't think we have that time. Thank you, though."

"Ok there should be a object with what looks like a suction cup on it take it out."

"Ok, I see it." The Countess says, retrieving the suction cup thing.

"Your going to need to get Adam back here ASAP."

"I´ll do it" says Rafiel.

OOC: Sorry! :oops:

((Who's Atheril?))

((Heh. No prob.))

"Ok, I think he should be at the hospital by now. Oh, here, take this. You'll be able to get to Adam with that. He'll be under heavy guard. However, perhaps it would be better if it wasn't known he's being moved..." She says, throwing a small ID chip to him.

"In that case, my cloak will suffice. I will take care of him". Rafiel blinks an eye to Lafiël. "I will return soon"

Lafiël smiled as she watched him go, knowing Adam was in good hands. She was attracted to him, as she was strongly to Cyrus. Both were good men, and if she had to choose one...she still didn't know. Cyrus was a human, and Rafiel was a Shadow Elf. Both those species posed there own problems to one of Wood Elf heritage. But she had already decided she would pick a husband upon their actual selves, not their ancestors. She just sat down in the chair Rafiel had vacated and pondered long and hard of what was to become of her. But she still couldn't come up with any answers.

"Thinking about who to pick I see," Alex says

Lafiël nods slowly.

"Yeah. I really don't know...they're so great...I love them." She says, not really thinking that Cyrus is still in the room, probably listening.

"Well make your choice wisly. Phoenix tok the wrong path befor. He payed dearly. I'm getting something coming through the mansion. It dosn't have a singal I'm aware of," Alex says

"What do you think it is?" She asked, suddenly alarmed.

((I've got to go. G'night.))

"Damn it. I lost the bio-sign," Alex says "It is coming closer. It is homing on me!"
((Night. Also this is a member of the new Royal Snipers))

Rafiel returns and removes his cloak. Adam is in his arms, nearly dead. "It wasn´t so hard, I think nobody saw me", he says. "Now. Where I should put him down?".

His face was strange now, his look lost in some place else. The sadness in his face were almost palpable. He lays down Adam and sits in a corner in the room, covering his eyes with his hands.

"We got a bigger problem. There may be a assassin in the manssion!"

Cyrus kept quiet out of courtesy, though he well knew what Lafïel was talking about.

She love me! I can't belive it!

He barely paid any attention to anything else for a while, and almost missed the message about an assassin, even though it was spoken out loud.

"Hm? An assassin? You think he is after Lafïel?", he said, his thoughts still on her and first of all thinking of her safety.

In the Trasian Embassy.

Grand Admerial Piaka Johnson waits for cyberutopia's ambassador to come.

he get's bored and decides to send a message to the other ambassador

" From Grand Admerial Piaka Johnson.

I have arrived at the Trasian Embassy we Established with your Permission and i wish to know what's going on in this nation.

i had to go through at LEAST 4 seprate checkpoints before i could come here."

"Damn Adam had one hell of a time here," Nova says to her self as she slowly fallows Alex's signal through the mansion. Her C-14 Canester Rifle slung over her shoulder she was a member of the Elite Royal Snipers.

((You don't know she is from Phalanix))

"So....another assassin. Lafiel, stand by my side. I will take care of you". He draws his ShadowBolt gun with his left hand and his Vibro-Scimitar with his right.

Suddenly he takes her hand, removes his cloak and puts it over her shoulders. "This should be enough to hide you from that assassin". He puts the hood over her head to turn on the chameleonine system. She suddenly disappears from view thanks to the cloaking device.

He turns to the only door that leads to the mainframe, pointing with his gun. "Nobody is going to harm her, not while I´m still alive!" he says to himself

"Better fire up my cloak so I'm not spotedd," Nova says to her self as she fires up her cloaking emiter and disaperes from view. She slowly walks towards the elivator to the basement. She grabs her rifle and makes sure the assult rifle partt is armed and so is the tun grenades and the sniper.

"Nifty thing, that cloaking cloak of yours. Rafiel, was it? We may not have much in common, but one thing we do. So let us stand together as one in this case. I will protect her with my life", he said, expecting Rafiel to understand at once what he meant.

He checked his weapons again. Apprently rest and recuperation would have to wait for now.

Nova opened the Elivator's doors and stepeed in and the elivator started it's decsent to the basement

Rafiel silently nods at him, perfectly understanding the feelings of Cyrus. "He´s willing to sacrifice himself to protect her. He´s my equal, a valiant and noble man. I didn´t know that humans could be so brave".

He turns on the Vibro Scimitar and check his rifle, then he gives his Shadow pistol to Lafiël. "It´s simple to handle, just point and shoot, but beware, the clip emptyes very fast", he handle her two more magazines. "That should be enough...So...Cyrus, I will be the bait, when he open fire at me you´ll take him down ok?" Rafiel smiles at the human, and put his hand on Cyrus shoulder..."We´ll be partners from now on"

The elivator door opens but nothing steps out.

Suddenly the main computers keys were suddenly being tapped

"Over there...in the keyboards...he's cloaked"

The keyboards? I hope Lafïel isn't there.

Cyrus didn't think so, considering that he had seen her accept a weapon from Rafiel just a few moments ago. That couldn't be her position. Cyrus didn't hesitate - he lowered his goggles immediately.

Damn. Nothing. That cloak must include thermal signal.

He aimed carefully and fired to where he thought the intruder was. Nothing seemed to happen at first, and he thought it was a miss.

Blast. I've got nothing to throw on him so he'll become visible.

"Beware!, don't fire against the computer or this Adam is doomed, we need to save him first".

"Don't worry, I aimed away from it. Rafiel, any idea where the assassin went? Is there anything we can do to make him visible, like flour on the floor?"

Suddenly a rifle butt nails Cryus in the back of the head

Unprotected aside from a kevlar vest, It looked like Cyrus' luck was running out. He took the full blow of the invisible assassin and fell straight to the floor without making a sound and laid still.

Suddenly a female voice says "Well well well. Where are you hiding?"

((sorry for my absence))

Lafiël donned the cloak and took the pistol offered by Rafiel, and relished temporarily in the power of being invisible to the naked eye. Before she dissapears from the two men's eyes, she gives them both a reassuring smile of gratitude. As the lift doors opened, she snapped to attention. When the computer was being used, she slowly slipped into a form of meditation. She extended her senses throughout the room, looking for the "ghost". When the tapping on the keyboard abruptly stopped, she slipped deeper into the trance. As Cyrus hit the floor, her eye's snapped open, and every breath, every miniscule click of her supposed assassin became clear to her. Ignoring everything else aside from her opponent's movements, Lafiël placed the Shadow Pistol to approximatly where the assassin's head would be.

"You've lost your advantage, whoever you are. No one here has time for games, we're trying to save someone. Though if you're one of those damned rebels, I don't suspect you'd care." The Countess said, her soft voice seemingly coming from nowhere.

Soviet Trasa: "Sorry, but we're kinda having a civil war right now. The gutted buildings and sporadic gunfire should have tipped you off to that."

Suddenly a mental electric shock was sent into Lafiël's hand and it amplifyed every second she held the pistol.

Rafiel saw Cyrus hitting the floor. "No...not again" he runs to the fallen man lying in the floor. He takes him in his arms and start to think for a second "He's hurt bad...Why?, he didn't deserved this fate"

Then he heards the voice of Lafiel, closes his eyes and starts to concentrate in his hearing. He points his gun to the spot near the voice of Lafiel. "Lafiel, this guy is cloaked like you, and he's really dangerous"

"please leave, your life is in danger"

"What the hell? I sugjest you put down your weapons," Alex says

"Now you really pissed me off". The Rafiel's silver hair raises like impulsed by a invisible wind, and in his eyes glows a tiny red spark. He throws his rifle away and draws his vibro sword, the blue blade glowing in the room.

His vision turns red, and now he could see the intruder next to Lafiel, he jumps and slashes with his sword at the assassin, possesed by the ancient elven "awen", the spirit of Khaine.

Suddenly a night black plasma sword blocks the blade and a swift mental charge is dipersed at everyone around her. In the light from the plasma the clear outline of a womens face can be seen
"GOD DAMN IT PUT DOWN THE WEAPONS!" Alex shouts

"Rafiel, halt." She commanded the Shadow Elf, instantly regretting talking to him like that, especially when he is possesed by the awen.

Lafiël turns to the disembodied voice that continually demanded the weapons be dropped. The shock in her hand caused by the asssassin was becoming unbearable, but she kept the pistol a steady as she could, despite the intense pain in her hand. A slow stream of blood starts to become visible where the shock has cut fiercly into her hand. Another wave of shock hits her, and the pistol drops from her grasp, crimson blood leaking steadily from her hand.

She looks to Alex. "Very well. Rafiel, please put down the weapon."

Rafiel puts the point of his sword in the throat of his invisible attacker. "He first, I don´t want to put Lafiel in any danger". He breaths deep, trying to regain his auto control. He calm down a little, then says to Alex "I'm here to help you, I want to revive Adam too, but nobody is going to hurt her"

"Damn it Nova. Next time give me a warning," Alex says as there is a shimer of light and a women in a RS suit with a ranking of Captin on it.
http://www.armchairempire.com/images/previews/multi-platform/starcraft-ghost/starcraft-ghost-1.jpg

"Damn you people think men are the only ones who do my job," Nova says with her icy blue eyes pircing into Rafiel's eyes

"I would have to agree with her there, Rafiel." The Countess says, obviously relieved. "So, why are you here? Can you help Adam?"

"As you wish, if she's with you, Alex" Rafiel turn off his weapon, and put it away. He stares at the woman, returning his icy stare "My former partner was a woman too, woman are fearsome assassins indeed". Then he turns to Lafiel, and see the blood in her hand. "Are you ok?", he asks, and give her a black silk hankerchief, "Take this, I will check on Cyrus"

Lafiël wipes her hand with the silk cloth, staining it a deep crimson. She wraps her hand in the handkerchief, and the bleeding slows down.

meanwhile 12 TSD troopers and 2 officers go to the Trasian embassy to protect the Ambasador from any harm

Officer:ok sargent i want 6 men in the lobby and 2 in the main quarters of the ambassador and 4 on the roof

Trooper:yes sir

the troopers get into position

"What happened to my brot... I mean Zero?" Nova asks then she looks at Lafiël's bleeding hand and reaches into one of her suit pockets and pulls out a nano-injector. "Here inject your wound with this. It should heal much faster," Nova says

"Thank you." Lafiël says, taking the nanoinjector and inserting it into her arm. "Zero took two grenades to the chest, a pistol round to the head, and plenty of automatic weapons rounds."

"Just like the lil guy," Nova says under her breath "Alex have you tried a nano injection yet?" No they moved him. How many more injections do you have Nova?"
"20 left. That might be enugh."

"Ok start injecting Adam," Alex says "Lay Adam down."

The Countess walked slowly over to Cyrus, and felt his head. A cold sweat slicked it, and his skin shone under the dim glare of the lights. An anger filled her, directed at Nova, but Lafiël suppressed it. Instead she walked over to Nova and asked her politely for a nanoinjector, if she could spare one, to help Cyrus.

Nova tosses a nano-injector at Lafiël and says "Inject at the base of the skull."

Rafiel takes the nano injector and gives Cyrus the shot in the back of the skull, as she said...."What now?"

"Just wait he will wake up," Nova says

After a few moments, Cyrus' eyelids began to move. Then there was a stir of movement, and he opened his eyes.

"Someone take the number of the truck that just ran over me..." he said weakly.

Then he reacted with surprising speed even though he was still suffering from a splitting headache and dizziness to add. He rolled over and pulled up his gun, still in his hand. He held it with both hands to steady his aim, pointing it directly at Nova. He began to squeeze the trigger..

[No one have told me I'm not supposed to shoot her..]

Nova easly dodges the bullet and uses her pitch black plasma blade to cut off the pistol's barrel

[hmm, not exactly what I expected..]

"Someone tell me how that happened. Or am I just seeing things now?"

Since Rafiel didn't move to intercept her, he realized that Nova wasn't the enemy. Lafïel was still nowhere to be seen, but there was a trickle of blood on the floor that worried him. He was still feeling much too dizzy and confused to get up, nevermind the pian, so he just remained on the floor. He managed to get up to a sitting position and began to rub his neck slowly. Any sudden movement, like the one he just had pulled off, caused massive headache and increased his dizziness even more. His face was pale as he looked around.

"Rafiel. Is the Countess safe?"

Lafiël took off the cloak, and appeared before Cyrus. She looked slightly stricken.

"Cyrus, don't hurt her. She's here to help us. Now please, rest, I'm sure you've got a horrendous headache." Lafiël said, taking hold of Cyrus' hand, and helping him be more comfortable, and kneeling next to him.

The Countess wipes the cold sweat off of Cyrus' forehead, the concern that has been dominant in her feelings for the past few hours clearly showing on her face. As Cyrus comes further out of his daze, she smiles warmly at him.

((edited for continuity))

Wow my little brother is actualy in love. Nova thinks as she starts hammering away on the keys

"Where is my brot.. I mean Adam right now?" Nova asks

"He's right there, on the floor, courtesy of Rafiel." The Countess says, pointing to the floor, where Adam was laying unconcious. "He's your brother? Oh, not true brother, I suppose. You two were in the same batch, of...super soldiers?"

Nova walks over to Adam and probs his head up and begens work on him.
"I was seperated during the great war from Adam when I had found him again. I later ended up on a Carrier bound for Reach. But insted I was slected to be in the RS and get sent back to Phalanix. Adam didn't know at the time that I was still alive. I see he hasn't been him self latly."

"I see. He has...regained some more emotions, I'm guessing is what you mean?" She asked Nova.

"No he has always been like that. But he han'st taken a bullet for anyone befor," Nova says as she injects a 5th vile

"Oh. He took over two dozen today. He must really care..."

Lafiël sat down next to Cyrus. She rubbed her temples lightly and watched Nova with curiousity.

"Did we really just have to inject him with nanomeds the whole time?" She asked her.

"Thank you. I feel better", he said to Lafïel, though anyone could see his smile was forced and his face was still pale.

"I need no other cure than your presence, my dear."

He touched her hand and gave it a light squeeze, as if to ensure her that he was fine. But it was in truth as much as for himself. Just knowing she was there was.. comforting. Feeling it was even better.

"Yes a very new type. Alex is controlling the nano-bots and reparing Adam's wounds," Nova says as she huggs her younger brother tightly and says very quitely "I missed you little brother."

"So, he'll be alright?" The Countess inquired.

Lafiël nodded tiredly at Cyrus' touch, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks for everything you've done for me today." She said quietly, holding his hand close to her and blushing slightly at his words.

Adam's left hand slowly started moving again. "Thank you," she mouths to some higher power

The Countess grinned when she saw Adam's hand move, and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.

Nova now holding her little borther tighter than ever loseneed up and let his eyes open again to seeing her face. Adam slowly opened his eyes hi vision still blurry he saw a female figure with orange hair and icy blue eyes looking at him. Nova says to Adam "Little brother I said I would come back to you."

The Countess decided to let Adam and Nova have their reunion before she stepped in.

"I thought you were dead Nova," Adam says befor he hugs Nova "God I missed you."

"Well looks like your friends are here and my job is only begening. Countess Lafiël. I was snet here by High Phalanix Comand to protect you at all costs," Nova says as she stands up "The rebels may try and make another atempt on you. Thats why they sent me."

"Well, I´m impressed, you really revived...And...Nova, what´s exactly that sword of yours?". Atheril stares at Cyrus and says "I´m glad you´re OK. I´m sorry, I couldn´t protect you, partner"

"Thanks for the concern, I'll be fine", Cyrus said to Rafiel. "We've got to remember why we are here. The rebels are still afoot, and that assassin could pop up anytime. I propose that we leave the mansion as soon as we can, no reason to make it easy for them to find us."

He finished by shooting a glare at Nova. He wasn't exactly at best terms with her yet, but if she was here for the same reason as him and Rafiel, it would make her a partner. He still had the mother of all headaches thanks to her though.

"You should put on that cloak again. Just in case. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you", he said to Lafïel.

((lol, there goes Aelosia with his "Atheril" again.))

"Well, though you did use some unnecessary force..." She says with a tired grin and feeling the bump on Cyrus' head as gingerly as she could. "I'm really glad you're here. Thank you for your support, Nova."

Nova lets a small smile crack across her face as she helps her brother up.
"It is a New Phalanix Plasma Sword," Nova says

"And if you knew where New Phalanix is you would be surprized at how fast I got here," Nova says

((hahahahahahahaha! "How fat I got here"! Hahahahaha! Oh, sorry, that was hilarious.))

"Hmm..." Lafiël says, lost in thought again.

((Where the hell is Centropolis?))

((LMFAO))
Adam started trying to get up .

[I thought about it.. ;) Edited to keep occ down.]

Cyrus smiled warmly now, the pain in the back of his head slowly being trumphed by a warm feeling inside him as he slowly turned to look Lafïel in the eyes.

"I feel like I could sit here with you forever. Looking into your deep, beautiful eyes takes my pain away as swifty as the bird flies up riding on the wind."

He gently squeezed her hand again, as if to emphasize the truth of his words.

"I could wish for nothing more."

((Ah, there you are. Oh, I thought you'd say something romantic to Lafiël to truly win her over, it's the perfect time for something like that. She is sitting right next to you, with her head on your shoulder. :wink: ))

OOC: Damn...I´m going to kill that Atheril guy to avoid making that stupid mistake again.

"My men are asking for my help out there, I will leave you now. Cyrus, take care of her, I really like you, but if she gets hurt, you will answer to me..." Rafiel stares at the countess, with a smile showing happiness and sadness alike. "If you need me, just call me. Take this" he give her a black communicator.

The Countess nods at Rafiel as he leaves, taking the communicator.

"Thank you for your help, Rafiel. Best of luck to you in the world. Don't get hurt, ok?"

Lafiël looks up into Cyrus' eyes, and she sees what she has wanted to see for a long time. "I couldn't wish for anything more either, Cyrus. You've shown me a lot of things today, and they all ring true. The truest one of all that you've shown me is that I love you. Thank you, Cyrus."

Lafiël said "I love you" as slow as she could, emphasizing the words, knowing as she said them she really meant them.

Bump.

Adam was still horably weak but was starting to move again. When he heard those words he stoped for a moment and startedd back up and started limping out of the room without saying a word

The Countess sighed as she saw Adam leave.

"I thought that something like that would happen. I pity the man, he's had such a hard life, and has experienced things no one friend or foe, should have to go though. Despite my pity, I don't feel I'm the one to be with him and help him. That woman is out there somewhere, and she will be lucky to have a man such as him. But I'm not her." She said in a mixture of happiness and sadness.

"There is something else that is making his life harder. His best friend is MIA. And his unit is disbanding," Nova says as she leans against a wall.

"Why would they disband a unit that can fight like he does?" She asked Nova incredulously.

"There cost is far to high," Nova says "They are replacing them with my unit."

"But, what will he do then? His life was the military."

"I don't know. He only took orders from Main Comand. And this order came from High Comand," Nova says "They feel the Elite unit is not useful any more in these times of combat."

Lafiël put her head in her hands. "Oh, what have I done..."

"Try replacing a family member's only job," Nova says "It feels even worse. I've also tried everything to bring back the Elites. I got the same answer every time. No."

"Perhaps I can do something, anything. What have you already tried?"

"Perhaps I can do something, anything. What have you already tried?" She asked, knowing full well there would probably be nothing she could do.

"Everything. I've talked to Admerals even Genrals. They will not listen to me," Nova says

"I'm sorry to hear about that."

"Adam has had a much to hard life. I can't help him anymore," Nova says

Lafiël nods in agreement.

"Neither can I." She says, with a twinge of regret running through her.

Nova being a telipath felt Lafiël's regret and sighed.
Adam who was hearing every last word of the converstaion decided that he had enugh and began slowly limping away

Lafiël wondered if she should go after Adam.

"I havn't been able to change his mind in all of the 5 years I knew him. I doubt you could. But it is worth a shot," Nova says "And yes I'm a telipath."

"Nice to know." Lafiël said with a smile.

"Adam...wait." She called, knowing he could hear her.

Adam stoped for a moment and looked back and waited.

Lafiël rose from her sitting position and walked to where Adam was.

"Ad...Zero...I heard about everything that's going on with your life. I'd just like you to know that there is someone who can help your pain, but I'm not her. So please, I know I've hurt you, but...it's not that I don't like you. You are a fantastic person, and there will be someone who sees that in you and will love you, and you need to take that opportunity. I want only the best for you. I don't think I'm the best." She said, tears of emotion coming up from within her.

Zero whipes away a tear from Lafiël's eye and says to her in a reasuring voice "I am no longer needed by anyone any more. I have served my purpose. It is time I have left."

((purpose))

Lafiël nodded, though she felt he was wrong.

"If you wish, Ad...Zero. Thank you again for my life."

"I was only doing my job," Adam says as he starts limping out.

((You could hire him or something))

((ooo, good idea.))

"Adam, I heard also your unit is being disbanded. Since you have nowhere else to go...I was wondering if you would like to become my personal guard." She asked as the idea bubbled to her mind.

Adam stoped and turned around and says "It would be my plesure." He slowly starts limping back towards Lafiël

((OOC:I might come to colect him for a later RP))

((ok))

Lafiël smiles broadly. "It's great to have you as my guard then. Welcome aboard. I assume you'll be wishing for payment..."

The Countess extends a hand towards Adam.

Adam takes her hand and shakes it. "I won't need more than a gun some cloths, food and a place to stay," Adam says

"And medical attention." The Countess pointed out. "You can stay here, we've got clothes and food, and there's an armory you can take your pick of weapons from."

Lafiël felt ecstatic she had at least done something for Adam.

"Not for a good few months. Them nanos will be in my system for about 3 months," Adam says

"Ok, good. Ah, you'll be working with a new model of Dragon Droid, one was ordered for me. I hope you don't mind."

"Um.. what the hell is a Dragon Droid?" Adam asks "And I'm sure Nova can get me some newer equipment from New Phalanix."

The Countess grinned in a girlish way. "I have no idea. Some kind of bodyguard droid, I assume."

"I'll stick with my normal equipment. That or a RE suit that they have been working on," Adams says

"Ok, either way, it's fine with me, you're the soldier here."

"All right. Nova pass me your C-14 NP Canster Rifle," Adam says to Nova

Nova hands the rifle to Lafiël, and she hands the rifle over to Adam.

Adam cocks the rifle and slaps a assult rifle clip in and locks in a stun grenade and loads a sniper rilfe round.
"We had better start moving. Also what would you like me to call you?" Adam says

"Ah, where are we going? And you can call me anything you wish. Lafiël would be fine."

[wait a little while, and there's a million short posts waiting for you.. lol]

"I agree with Adam. Like I said earlier, we should leave the mansion as soon as possible to make it harder for the assassins."

Cyrus attempted to stand up now, as he felt better, less dizzy but still in pain.

((Hey, at least they aren't long posts. :wink: ))

"I agree. I think I know of a safe area." Lafiël said, picking up the Shadow Pistol Rafiel had given her and wondering how he was doing.

Lafiël helped Cyrus steady himself, her usual smile forming on her lips again.

Adam walks over to his armor and grabs the chest and helmet pieces and puts them on he then reaches down and grabs Alex's chip and inserts it into the AI slot.
"Lets go now," Adam says as he starts to move out

Lafiël nods and leads them to the outside of the mansion. Hugo's men have left, taking Hugo with them, and the police are off fighting the rebels elsewhere.

"Well, we can take Adam's Warthog, Cyrus' airship, or use an abandoned rebel tunnel network I caught sight of. Which do you think is best? We should be able to handle anything in the tunnels in terms of rebels, but there are a ton of booby traps, I'm sure. Cyrus' airship makes a fine big target, and I don't know about the Warthog." She explains.