Protean Delivery (Invite only)
Martina De'Lamia looked down at her PDA. Everything was accounted for, and the flight tower said that the Sketchian military transport would be entering GenTec airspace presently.
She looked up and called one of the ground team to her:
"Are the units packed and in place? I want all unauthorised personel off this airstrip if they are."
The man nodded, and got on his radio, after a second he replied:
"All groundstaff and non-essentials are leaving now. Is there anything else?"
She shook her head, and turned away, looking for someone else. The man shrugged, and jogged away, muttering under his breath. DeLamia didn't care. She had other things on her mind, like where the hell Tor was.
She spotted him in a crowd of retreating personel, apparently helping to carry a piece of broken equipment off the runway. She reached into her coat and found a small grey object the size and shape of a lighter, and pressed a small button recessed into its side. The reaction was instantaneous, he immediately put down the equipment and looked around.
Martina smiled, and signalled urgently with her hands. Tor left the crew and their broken gear, and walked swiftly towards her, The crew shouted at his back, but he of course did not hear them.
He did not hear them because Tor is deaf. and mute. Communicating through a sign language he developed when he was five years old. he is seven foot and eight inches of muscle, with an IQ exceeding 200, and has a short temper. But Tor is not a Hyde. He is in fact the source for much of the genetic code used in the creation of the basic Hyde models. he is also De'Lamia's Husband.
Martina signalled for him to stand by her, and then requested an update on the PDA. everything was now ready. all they needed was their customer.
A jumbo cargo plane is seen coming in from in the horizon, its nav lights blinking in the distance. Onboard, in its sterile, lab like interior, a team of lab assistents fervently work to prepare for their precious cargo. Overseeing their work was Dr. Yimura, one of the Sketchian scientist working in the Sketchina PeaceCorps Bio/Gen subDivision. Glancing around at his hardworking assistents, he smiles, remembering the good old days when he did the same.
Dr. Yimura, we are approaching GenTec airspace. We will be landing in approximately 15 minuntes.
Did you hear that? Hurry it up! I can't wait all day for you to tidy up. I've got important things to do, business to coduct, experiments to run!
Again the doctor smiled, ahhh, I remember when my doctor snapped at me like that....
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GenTec aircontrol, this is Sketchian military cargo plane SKE 005 requesting permission to enter GenTec airspace and land, repeat, this is.......
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Not too far away, another, very similar looking, but smaller, cargo plane also approaches GenTec airpace. Unlike the one bearing scientists and lab technicians, this planed transported a Major and two squads of soldiers - all armed. Major Truk sticks his head into the cockpit - so when are we gonna get there? I don't have all day to pickup my new bioweapons!
Our ETA is 15 minutes sir. We are about to braodcast to GenTec aircontrol. Please take your seat sir.
Fine grumbles the Major, damn pilots, always think they're so special. Ready up men! We land in 15 minutes. We're gonna pick up some new BioWeapons from the fine folks over at GenTec. Hell, maybe these babies will turn out to be smarter than some of you.
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GenTec aircontrol, this is Sketchian military cargo plane SKE 107 requesting permission to enter GenTec airspace and land, repeat, this is.......
A message came up on Martina's PDA, and she looked out to sea; the approaching planes came in to land, and then landed, cargo doors opening.
The respective buyers emerge blinking into the light, and they are directed by armed security to an area in front of the control tower. Automated turets cover everything, and the glint of light reflecting off of glass betrays the presence of snipers.
Martina approaches the group smiling, Tor a grim presence behind her. she reaches out to shake their hands and greets each in turn.
"I apologize about the security, last time we had... uninvited guests."
A message came up on Martina's PDA, and she looked out to sea; the approaching planes came in to land, and then landed, cargo doors opening.
The respective buyers emerge blinking into the light, and they are directed by armed security to an area in front of the control tower. Automated turets cover everything, and the glint of light reflecting off of glass betrays the presence of snipers.
Martina approaches the group smiling, Tor a grim presence behind her. she reaches out to shake their hands and greets each in turn.
"I apologize about the security, last time we had... uninvited guests."
Moments before landing.....
Major Truk looks out one of the small windows of the cabin absent mindedly, eagerly awaiting the moment he can get his two feet back on the ground. After a few minutes of staring, he notices something odd - he's been staring at the same spot for ahile.....we're flying in circles! WTF?!? Charging up to the cockpit, he slams open the door, startling the two pilots, why are we not landing?!? What in blasted hells are we still doing up here and not down there?!?
*Ahem* Well sir, it turns out we're not the only ones visiting GenTec today.....
Who's in that other plane? Where are they from? Why wasn't I told sooner?
Well.......the other plane appears to be one of ours sir....carrying a Dr Yimura from the BioLabs division.....
*Groan*of all the miserable luck. The freakin' BioLab freaks....they couldn't make me my bioweapons so now their selling out....that nutcase of a doc too, no less
Sir, we're beginning our landing procedure, please go sit down
Seething with silent rage, major Truk returns to his seat, ready to give the next person he saw a piece of his mind.
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Dr. Yimura peers out the cabin window before exiting the plane, looking though the narrow field of vision he spots Martina wating for him out on the landing strip. Mmmm, she's quite the looker. I wonder what kind of work she's had done...
Stepping out of the plane, he hurries down the collapsible stairs and goes to greet his counterpart in business.
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The other plane, done taxiing done the airstrip, had come to a stop just outside the view of the doctor. Unbeknownst to him, major Truk had already exited the plane through the back and was making a beeline right for him. Stopped by the show of security forces, major Truk sensibly slows his approach and follows them to the area of business.
The armed soldiers in the cargo area make no move to exit the plane. Their job was to secure the cargo and ensure that the business transaction was carried out - not duke it out with someone else's security force.
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Meeting the "other" customer
After meeting with Martina and exchanging the almost ritualistic, albeit briefer than usual, business greetings and handshakes, major Truk turns to Dr. Yimura to proceed with his "tearing in" routine. The doctor, having already exchanged pleasentries, takes it in stride......
Dr. Yimura, fancy meeting you here, his voice dripping with sarcsm, couldn't get your little lab experiments to work, so now you're gonna sell out eh?
I don't know what you're talking about major. I take pride in my research. I am merely here to find out what others have discovered in my field.
Funny, looks more like you're gonna try to take the hard work of others and make it your own.....
I would do no such thing. We only improve on other's works, not take. I think we should waste no more time discussing the matter, I would like to collect my samples and return to the lab.
Opening his mouth, but abruptly closing it, the major decides against making a scene. I can always get his funding cut from the security deparment.....I'll aloow him this small pleasure.
So......Martina.....where are my new toys?, getting straight to business
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Back at the security cargo plane, the backup team listening on the major's conversation takes note of Martina's statement. "Uninvited guests" huh? Let's make sure that we have none of those during our stay here shall we? The armed soldiers start idling around near the exit mouth of the plane, careful to not actually leave it, sometimes making eye contact with the security forces of the airstrip.
OOC: Martina De'lamia is about 5 foot 11, she has black hair, and abronzed skin. Her most striking features however, are not her lithe figure or her graceful walk, but the patina of emerald scales around her eyes and at her temples, and her vertically slit, violet eyes.
IC:Having shaken their hands, she then indicates a series of steel crates that stand nearby. They are each 2 foot by 4 foot by 8 foot in size, with a thumb-lock.
"These are the Hyde's you ordered. "Chris" will be around here somewhere. I imagine he will astound us all."
She then laughs in a semi-nervous way, and continues:
"We will load for you. unless of course you prefer to do the loading yourselves?"
Several groups of men in black coveralls then emerge from the control tower. several of them sporting exotic gene-modification. They stand by, ready to begin loading at Martina's signal.
The major glances instinctively over to the crates, eager to collect his new "toys" and be off. The doctor on the other hand continues to stare intently at Martina, you have some "interesting" features......some genetic enhancements perhaps? Or just superficial additions? The doctor continues to stare intently, not even concerned with his rudeness, mumbling to himself about abstract genetic potential.
Major Truk turns back and sees the doctor, staring lost into the face..and body...of Martina. Oh snap out of it you old lech. Don't you have enough speciemes to stare at back at your lab to look at this one all day? Turning to Matina, the major replies, we'll take your help in loading the crates. MY men are more used to carry guns than boxes. Thinking to himself, better to keep my guys free and loose to act then to tie them up doing grunt work like moving cratees....
Dr. Yimura, finally deciding that he had stared enough, takes a passing glance at the crates.....suddenly focusing, he redirects his attention to Martina do you mind if I...take a look first? he asks, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
Rolling his eyes, major Truk gives a sigh and ignores the doctor. He can stay here and lallygag all day if he wants. I just want to go back to base. He sets off, walking infront of the first crate moving towards his plane, not to guide the workers, for surely they knew where to go, but to ensure that his men don't get jumpy and shoot someone by mistake.
Martina seems insulted by the doctors comment, and Tor steps towards her protectively, scowling at the comparitively diminutive scientist in a way that implies volumes of the injury and pain that will follow any further staring, or hurtful comments.
Martina recovers quickly, and puts a smile on her face while reasuring Tor with a touch. when she speaks, it is with her voice, and her hands.
her voice says:
"Of course you may check the merchandise. you will need to thumb each of the locks anyway to key them to you. but first i will make one thing abundently clear. (she looks at the doctor and smiles) These products are patented, and their genetic material is subject to copyright. we do not take any resposibility for the damage that may be caused if any attempt is made to dissect or dna sequence our products. we do not take kindly to attempts to steal our technology. We also take no responsibility for any illegal or immoral acts they perform while not in our possession."
Her hands say:
"You will help load the scientists plane. you know what to do."
She then beams at both of them and says "Do we have an understanding?"
Making a show of being taken back by Martina's thinely veiled accusation - Dr. Yimura dismisses the idea with a wave of his hand. My word.....I am a scientist! I would never think to do such a thing....... We are all experienced professionals here, I would show your work the same amount of professional courtesy I would show everyone else's. Deciding that he had said enough, the good doctor quickly glides over to his "merchandise" - barely able to contain his glee. With the eagerness of a child opening a present during <a non-denominational winter holiday>, Dr. Yimura hastily begins "thumbing" the locks to open the first crate.
ooc: hmmm, I never said what they looked like, so I'll do that now.
Major Truk: is an imposing male figure at 6'4", dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes.....traces of African ancestry. He is garbed in the standard lightweight commando (jungle) fatigues, wearing finger gloves (cuz it looks badass) and dark glasses. Anyone observing him for more than a few seconds would be able to tell that he's had some cybernitic work done.......fake eyes, easily visible behind the glasses; a heavier step, indicating more than just simple body mass; and a monstrous sidearm that no normal human body could handle.
Dr. Yimura: in comaprison to the major, is a smallish figure, even though being at a non-exceptional standard height and weight for a male of Japanese descent. He wears the standard white labcoat with no markings, no pockets, no buttons. His delicate hands have a unhealthy paleness about them, being hands that have spent most of their time out of the light and in gloves. He is suprisingly well kept for a research scientist, well learned in the ways of inner office politics, and thus able to make good impressions when it comes time for funding.
The crate opens with a pnuematic hiss, rising two inches from the main body and sliding horizontally away from the lock before swiveling into a vertical position resting against the far wall of the crate. inside are several spheres made from an unidentifiable polymer, which rest in steel cradles attached to complex assemby of pnuematic moving parts, and computers. the computers monitor and regulate the chemical stasis of the embryos* and execute the complex revival and delivery procedure.
Each crate contains four Hydes, their model number is shown on the monitor screen in front of the womb-sphere. all the metal parts are constructed from titanium alloy, and it appears to be designed to take heavy shocks without damaging or releasing either the sphere or the computers. also, Dtr Yimura notices patent codes and copywrite symbols engraved or printed on every part, even the crate itself.
the embryos themselves can be seen through the spheres, and apart from being up to 70% larger than normal at this stage of developement, they seem dissapointingly similar to normal human feotuses.
As Dr.Yimura is crouched, salivating over his new toys, a voice whispers into his ear, from extremely close proximity:
"Fascinating, are they not? and quite formidable, considering that they are mammals."
The most startling thing about this voice, however, is not its proximity.
The voice is Yimura's own. like listeniung to a recording, only far more chilling.
* the feotuses are held in a state of cell hybernation by a complex hormonal cocktail that is regulated by computers situated around the sphere. the sphere itself and its contents are used as fuel for the revival and delivery process, with the remainder bieng consumed by the infant after delivery.
Meanwhile back with Martina, and the Major, Martina attempts to strike up conversation with the Major.
"I sensed some tension between the two of you. I take it that youre reasons for purchasing are different?"
The casual way she asks barely belies the steadily growing suspicion and contempt she has for Yimura. She herself is a scientist, in a nation of scientists, and she knew that when the budget was at stake, and ones project on the line, theft was an easy option to take. she just oped he would take death as an alternative, because that would be all he got out of "Chris and "Jim", let alone "Dave", their backup. Martina had no idea how an order from a bunch of researchers got through processing, and she had a gut feeling it would all end in tears.
Different? Damn straight our reasons are different! I've needed these things months ago. And I was promised the first batch of new bioweapons to test. The budget monies already been spent, and I have nothing to show for it.....other than big promises from a little man. *snorts in derision* Say, Martina for the first time actually saying her fist name (he has refered to Martina as Ms. De'Lamia up until now) the things in those crates aren't always stable are they? Then with an almost dismissal tone of voice, major Truk continues It would be a shame, having spent all this money here, if Dr.Yimura were to sudenly give me my bioweapons. Then I won't be able to continue acquiring them from you.......... His voice peters out slowly and he gives Martina a sidelong glance. After just a moments pause, he continues on as if nothing happened I'll be taking my leave as soon as the crates are loaded. I'd expect that the good doctor will spend alot more time here, fawning over his new acqusitions. Where/when do we conduct the funds transfer?
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Meanwhile, Dr. Yimura is lost in thought. Speaking to himself as he always does, he doesn't even notice the "other" voice. Instead, he finds himself agreeing, nodding, yes....I see.....mammals....fascinating..... These fetuses appear to be in stasis....... tracing the lines with his mental finger, he follows the series of tubes, wires, and other attachemnts ahhh, regulatory subroutines.......feed lines for accelerated growth.......this sphere......is key.... Dr. Yimura feels a chill run down his spine. Being unused to danger and thus unable to recognize it as such, he feels a sort of giddiness of one encountering a puzzle and knowing that the answer lies just ahead.
Martinas concern grows still further.
"Our weapons are completely areliable and obedient withn their range of specification. any attempt to use them for research purposes will have... unforseen consequences. I hope your men are not responsible for his safety, should he try to violate our strict copywrite. As i said earlier, we take great pains to protect our designs, and we are very aware of the lengths desperate scientists will go to maintain their funding. I have a feeling that you and I should be able to retain an... amiable bussiness relationship."
Meanwhile, yimura's phantom voice continued to speak:
"So focused, little human. So cut off from the world around you, that you do not see. Blinded by your avarice, it clouds your mind. When will you realize your folly, and wake to the danger so close at hand?"
Another voice, this one generic to the point of inaudability:
"Do you get a sense of achievment toying with it, Brother? It does not even know you are there. Come away brother, it would not do for our employer to die of shock without even stating its intentions, or giving sport."
*Danger*
Doctor Yimura gives a small start. Feeling the un-natural cold settling over his body, he finally senses something that makes him feel uneasy. His thoughts are intterupted by a lab assistent, doctor? They want to load the speciemens onto the plane now doctor. With an inaudible sigh, Dr. Yimura closes the case, finally tearing his eyes away from the embyro within. Looking up he catches a glimpse of a fleeting spectre, what was that? he thought to himself. That looked like.........no, there's no reflective surfaces around here. Must have been staring inside that case for too long.
Moving away from the crates, giving the loaders plenty of room to do their work, Dr. Yimura looks across to major Truk and Martina concluding their business transaction. As if suddenly remembering, he gestures to another one of his aides it is time to conclude our business here. I'm sure the people of GenTec are eagerly looking foward to their next year's budget. The aide chukles with the comment, nodding knowingly - a researchers life revolves around funding, and this purchase would go far towards making sure that the GenTec researchers will be set for quite awhile. Hearing his aide chuckle, Dr. Yimura forgets all about his feelings of unease from before.
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Meanwhile, major Truk concludes his end of the business transaction.
Just type in your account number here and hit enter. instructs one of the more technically inclined soldiers. He gives a small whistle as he watches the numbers flicker across the screen, that's quite a bit of money here isn't it major? But...probably doesn't compare to that other guy gestures the soldier he's got three times as many crates as us....
Mind your own business private Stewey admonishes the major, purposesly demeaning the private's name.
Well Martina, it appears that our business has concluded. We will be taking our leave now. The major extends his hand for the obligatory business handshake.
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Aboard the lab plane, assistents scurried around to make room for the crates being loaded. One of the GenTec employees sets down his crate and shuffles toward the exit. Apparently catching his foot on a protruding edge, he grunts and stumbles to the floor. Hey! Be carful! There's some delicate equipment around here. exclaimed a harried lab assistent. The worker returns to his feet without a word and resumes his departure from the plane.
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Carefully checking off the incoming crates being loaded onto the plane, yet another lab assistent checks off the last one. All accounted for doctor. Looks like we'll have to pay up as promised she quipped. Its an investment for the future Jessica, well worth the money. Remember that. replies Dr. Dimura. Besides...its not my money he thinks, grinning to himself.
With a sense of self satisfaction, he walks over to Martina, lab assistent in tow. The assistent presents a touchpad sceen to Martina. As you can see here, the exact amount promised for the speciemens delivered. Your next annual budget review should be quite rewarding I'd expect. With that last comment, they wait patiently for Martina to confirm and initiate the funds transfer.
Martina smiles at each of them, then nods.
"all payments have been made, all of the cargo has been loaded. There remains two things to be done."
She removes a pair of silver cases, about 3 inches long, half an inch deep and an inch wide. She presents the cases, one to Yimura, and one to the Major.
"Would not want anyone getting sick on the way back, please take one each with water."
the boxes open to reveal rows of small blue capsule type pills.
Also, Dr. Yimura, meet your newest and probably most expensive employees.
Two exact lookalikes of Dr Yimura ghost up to either side of Martina. Then they begin to change, bones shift under their skin, their skin colouration changes, their eye colour changes, even the cut and colour of their clothes changes. Their hair becomes a white-blond, their eyes pale blue, skin fair. their clothes turn from "clinical" to "unremarkable casual". In fact, their entire bodies seem to become average. they grow to average height, and average build, their features become unremarkable.
In fact, if forced to try to describe them, all you would be able to come up with was "blond, between 25 and 50... oh and they had blue eyes.".
The two just stare at Yimura impassively. analyzing. assessing. reading his body language, his expression. ocasionaly their eyes flicker, taking in the wider picture, always alert.
"These are the last of the delivery, Dr. Yimura. We call them "Chris" and "Jim". They do not care much to name themselves, and always refer to each other as "brother", so you can generally call them what you want, if you are reffering to them, they always seem to know it, even if you dont specify them at all. something about body language I think."
As the two drift towards the plane without a sound, Martina visibly relaxes. putting on a diplomatic beam, she then bows to each of them, and speaks again:
"A pleasure doing bussiness with you. You are cleared for take off as soon as you are ready. I believe that Major Truk is cleared first."
Dr. Yimura and major Truk both take their cases, opening them up and find the pills inside. Before either could ask what they were for, Martina introduces the final aqusition of Dr. Yimura - "Chris" and "Jim". *Damn* thought Truk * I didn't even hear those two sneak up on us....must be getting old.....what the fuck?* Truk gives an imperciptable start as he notices the features of the two - first Yimura "twins" and then.......just plain creepy...... setting his jaw, he dutifully pops his pills and swallows them, forgetting why he was doing it in the first place. His business concluded, he turns to head back to his plan *that damned doctor doesn't know what he's doing...... I don't trust those....things..* Paying attention with half his mind, he hears Martina state that he's leaving first, Good,'bout time I get to go first in something he quips, tossing her a thumbs up and a quick grin.
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Dr. Yimura stood there quietly, not knowing exactly what to make of it all. Absently clutching the pill case in his hand, he continues staring at the proteans, his mind frantically racing. *Fascinating.....such rapid cellular restructuring.......quick adaptation to surroundings.........perfect visual mimicry........* Uhhh, dr. Yimura? Its time to go now, we have what we came and paid for.[i], pleads the aide, just wanting to go home. [i]Oh, yes, of course. Erm....you two.....ummm.......Chris, Jim......come along.....lets get on the plane and be on our way. Yimura turns without another glance at Martina or Chris and Jim. Looking down at his hand, he realizes again that he was still holding the pill case. *I wonder what this is for......?* Recalling that Martina mentioned something about getting sick.....*hmph......protecting your interests eh? Tricky lady....*[/]
Walking aboard his plane, Yimura rolls up his sleeve and gestures to an aide [i]Take a blood sample......don't think about why, just do it! he snaps. Satisfied with the sample taken, he pops the two pills. *tricks on you.....now I have something to occupy my time until we reach the lab......where the real fun will start!*
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Both planes in the air, each headed towards their separate destinations. Major Truk calls up the seargent Sgt. Corbin, I want you to put me in contact with the base commander at Dr. Yimura's research center. I have a feeling about those two "buddies" he picked up.....
Yes sir
The two follow obediently, silently drifting in behind the Doctor. As he demands the blood test, one of them grins quietly. the other smiles as, before the Doctors eyes, his blood slowly turns clear as water, and then turns black. evidently however, the pill worked, as the Doctor himself seems fine.
"Chris" looks at the palm of his own hand, studying the tiny barb protruding from its heel.
"I wonder if ours will work as well?" he asks his brother quietly.
"Better brother. always better."
"of course"
He looks up, his face changed minutely to be more attractive and likeable.
he looks at one of the female lab assistants...
He winks and smiles. His body language and facial expression implying innocence, and attraction. how could this sweet man be so terrible?
Looking sternly at the "blood sample", Yimura clicks his tongue in disappointment, hmph, wonder if I should tell the major about this.....nah, he took the pills. Better for some people to just not know these things...
The aide who took the blood sample on the other hand was quite distressed. *That's not natural...........* He scurries over to the sterilization station to scour his hands even though no contact had been made. Nearby, another aide took quiet note of the sample's reaction.
A female lab assistent, subjected to "Chris"'s gaze feels a slight flutter in her chest. It wasn't often that one came across such a looker in her community.....
So...Chris....Jim......care to explain what you are? That was a fascinating stunt you pulled back there, what cellular mechanisms did that use?
"Jim" responds, but when he speaks, he directs his voice at Yimura. he looks at yimura with a mixture of apparent amusement and condescension, his voice carries an amused overtone:
"Ours."
"Chris" turns to Yimura, his expression still pleasant:
"How shall we refer to you, by the way?... Doctor? mr Yimura? or perhaps Master?"
he then laughs, rolls his eyes and winks at the female assistant.
"and what is your name, precious?"
Master? Erm........no........Dr. Yimura will do just fine........ Um.....you can stop oogling my lab assistants now thank-you-very-much. Jeanine, don't you have some tests or something to run?
The female lab assistent scurries off, face still red from her close encounter.
Now back to what we were discussing..........being cute are we? Since you don't want to explain yourself, would you mind providing a tissue sample for me to look at?
The pilot callls back, Dr. Yimura, we'll be landing in ten minutes. Please make sure everyone's strapped down and the cargo is secured
Very well, pilot. Stephens, go make sure everyone is "seucre" like the pilot said. Chris, Jim, we'll continue this latter. Yimura walks away from the two, looking slighty irked, and sits down on the other side of the cabin.
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Meanwhile, back at some undisclosed military base, major Truk was enjoying his new toys. It took some getting used to, and watching the rapid develpment of the embryos was downright disturbing, but the results were quite satisfying. It was kinda hard at first to get them not to kill their opponents, rather like commanding a dog - granted, one that's bigger than a man and far more menacing..... Turk even felt a sort of pang of regret when the creatures' metabolism finally gave out, a few hours after activation. *Well, burn bright, burn fast as they always say*
However, one small problem still remained. Major Turk needed these creatures to be ready defenses, when a friendly human "master" would not be guaranteed to be around. He fires off a communique to the folks over at GenTec inquiring about such a thing.
On Yimura's jet the two do not react to Yimura's question. they merely stand, awaiting landing.
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Major Truk quickly recieves a heavy file detailing two of GenTecs products, the Mk III and Mk V.
The Files contain much more information than the advertising material, including performance data marked "do not redistribute". They also come with a number of extra options, an a special 30% off retail.
The extra options are for the Mk III, and consist of a special delivery system, and a new longer-lived variant, normally only available for internal security.
The Delivery system delivers them fully grown instead of as infants. instantly ready for combat, these variants are much more aggressive than their counterparts, and require a pheremone marker to identify non-targets and CO's. The longer lived variants have a lifespan of 12 hours, four times that of the normal Mk III.
Retail on the Adult delivery version is 850,000
retail on the extended lifespan version is 600,000