NationStates Jolt Archive

"My Logic... Is Undeniable..." - Father, Overlord of Kraven

The Clouds above Whyatica grew dark, like some evil storm forming above the normal desert sands, the usual bright sun was obscured as these clouds formed... lighting began to arch across the sky, cracking like immense and violent whips...

Below the Sands of the Whyatican desert that was now perforated by rain drops that now lashed down from the sky... a network of buildings deep below the sands formed an immense research facility.... The Site of a New Begining

"This is the First of many.."

A Doctor spoke, holding a note pad...

"They are Fast, Manoverable, Highly Organised and highly Diciplined..."

The Doctor continued as Archive footage of Automagfreeks Sentinals was screened behind him on a large Television monitor...

"We Need to match this and More..."

"Our Capitol Police are Stronger, more Diciplined and equally if not more Loyal to their Cause... the only thing Capitol Police lack is Desire, the Desire to succeed, Kraven Capitol Police do not Desire Victory, they simply follow Commands..."

"What are you saying?"

"The only reason why Sentinals Defeated The Capitol police at Kravonika was because of their Desire and Hatred of the enemy, their want to annihilate every Capitol Police Soldier, It drove them onwards, it drove them on towards their goal..."

"What does this mean for the Capitol Police"

"Nothing, Capitol Police can never be replaced, they are the Hammer in the hand of the Corporation..."

"The Wolf Brigade?"

"The Precision Guidance of that Hammer"

"The Sardaukar?"

"The Force in that Hammer that Tears Asunder all Opposition..."


The Tirade of question continued, until one Doctor had finally had enough...

"But what does all this mean?"

"A New Begining... Gentlemen, May I introduce you to... THX 1139"

Slowly a door opened and an immense black figure clad in a long black trench coat, wearing a gas mask that clicked and hissed with each breath and those distinct red glowing eyes that peirced the darkness and the souls of ever living person in the room...

"THX 1139... The First of Many.... The First of The Centurians..."

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/TheCapitolPoliceCenturian.jpg

The Doctors began to applaude, as the Trooper stood with its arms by its side, looking menacing and imposing...

"State your Protocols, THX 1139"

"I Am A Soldier, I fight To Uphold Freedom and The Kraven Ideals, My Only Desire is to succeed and to Please The High Command, I am Honour Bound to Protect Kraven and its Peoples and to Fight The Enemies of Kraven Until my mission is Complete or I am Killed..." The Troopers voice enhanced by the vocal transmitter echoed through out the room, reaching every corner with its cold machine like voice...

"It can think for itself?"

"Yes Doctor, it is self aware..."

"How Are you Trooper?"

"I Am of Exceptional Health and Mental Ability.."

"Wow... I think you have achieved the Impossible..."

"What about its combat capabilities?"


"That Gentlemen I will show you Later...."

[ooc: Not exactly a regular, but TAG anyway.]

As the esteemed Whyatican scientist Ahmed Jaceen watched the rain through his window with interest, his jet black Whyatikaan Automotives SUV rolled through the seemingly endless desert. Mr. Jaceen had no idea where the SUV was going, indeed, he had been told he was to observe and write a report on an unidentified specimen in a hidden lab.

The SUV made a slow stop in the rain, which was in itself unusual, since it never rained in Whyatica. Ahmed watched out the front window as he heard a massive mechanical whirring and jarring noise, and saw a massive metallic door opening in the desert, leading down a tunnel several feet under the surface of the Badlands.

The SUV began a slow roll down the tunnel, and the doorway closed itself with a thud. Lights flickered on around and ahead of the vehicle, and it suddenly stopped at a flat portion with more lighting than most. Ahmed was jarred from his state as a massive noise signalled the beginning of the elevator, which brought the SUV down a 300 feet shaft. At the end of the shaft, the elevator stopped, and the Secret Police officers opened their doors, and got it in sync. The lead officer opened Ahmed's door, and he stepped out of the truck. The Police Officers walked to a huge metallic door, at least 2' thick, and put their hands on biogenic readers.

The doors slid open slowly, with the hiss of air seals depressurizing. A scientist met him at the door and said, "Ah, Mr. Jaceen, we have been expecting you. Our specimen is in room 571. These officers will lead you there." The scientist nodded to the two Secret Police officers, who motioned to another elevator. They got in the elevator silently, and went down to the fifth floor. After disembarking the slow elevator, they went into room 571, where Ahmed saw several doctors, and the most frightening sight in his life.

The Capitol Police were back.

He moved closer, tapped the shoulder of a doctor, and said, "I am Doctor Ahmed Jaceen, of the Whyatican Institute of Medicine. What is this?"

The Doctor turned around...

"Welcome..." The Doctor smiled...

"I'm Doctor Wilkinson and may I introduce you to THX 1139..."

"This My Friend is a Centurian... The Next Generation of Capitol Police... Please, Ask it some questions, Interact with it... Test it..." The Doctor smiled, Gesturing towards the Trooper..

Ahmed timidly walked up to THX 1139 and said,

"What are your current standing orders?"

"My Current Standing orders are to Stand here and answer any of your questions to the best of my ability, However you may be interested in knowing the Secondary Command Function, I am in the event of an Attack to immeadiatly assist in your Escape from the Facility and to ensure your Protection and Continued Survival..."

"Impressive.." Ahmed murmured to himself.

"How do you feel?" he questioned the trooper, confident that it would not be able to answer this question.

The Trooper, looking at the Doctor through the Red Lenses of the gas mask spoke one word, and then as though he was swelling his chest up, he raised his head slightly and spoke one word...

"Proud..."

That one single word sent chills down Ahmed Jaceen's spine. Proud..The Capitol Police have been taken to new levels.. he thought.

"Proud? Proud, how?"

"I am Proud to Fight in The Legions with my Brothers, I am Proud To Uphold Peace and Kravens Ideal's, I am Proud to be Kraven..."

So it's true..They have created the perfect soldier.. Ahmed continued to think.

"THX 1139, attention. You will obey my every command, correct? Even if this command contradicts your secondary command function?"

So it's true..They have created the perfect soldier.. Ahmed continued to think.

"THX 1139, attention. You will obey my every command, correct? Even if this command contradicts your secondary command function?"

"Affirmative, Although The Secondary Command is only Implimented in the event that the Facility is Attacked"

Denteth would finish shuffling through the last of the documents, it appeared as if all was dealt with for the moment, all in preparation for his departure to Reloria, padding his way to the door he pauses, something was amiss.

Turning slowly back to face his desk he sees a great apparition before him, a massive woman, her long raven hair swirling out from her hair, her great white robes billowing outwards, light itself weaving a cloak around her, her eyes shining like great crystals. the room itself seems insignificant compared to her, the sun outside darkens before her and time itself seemed to slow, "Come forth Denteth son of Malo, you know who I am." Her voice absolute, commanding obedience, it defines power, it transcends it, such beauty has never since been seen, her voice filled Denteth with dread and awe, his knees shook his brow creased and a trickle of cold sweat ran freely down his spine.

"You are Viginias the Great Prophetess, herald of the future" Denteth approaches and drops to one knee, he had heard the tales of this woman, the Legendary prophetess, she was legendary alright, he'd been reading through some of her works earlier, for the first time in his life he saw her works in a whole new light, a woman that constantly reappeared, he had always thought it to be romanticizing of a legend, yet it was true, what was she doing here?

"I am here to warn you, The Kraven Father is rising once more, and gathers to him his Kraven children, locked forever together in a supreme embrace they shall rise, and none shall be safe, as their combined hatred shall blot out the starred skies and claw at the very sun itself, a dark cloud shall fall over the world as all hope fades," she takes a deep almost unnatural breath in before continuing her haunting warning, "Denteth, the Kraven foe is returning, you yourself knew that they were never gone, you must prepare yourself for the upcoming trials, strengthen your allies, yet be patient, as always haste is the enemy, your allies must be strong, yet they must not know why," she trails off, her magnificent form shining yet brighter with supernatural light, the air thick and heavy with sorrow as she finishes her Grim Warning, tilting her transcendent head regarding Denteth with omnipotent eyes, "Have Faith in the People Denteth, as is proper,"

With a flourish her megalithic form brightens to an intensity exceeding those of the stars themselves before the light fades, and with it leaving Denteth bowed still on one knee, shocked and amazed, in awe “So that’s Viginias, the Legends are true, The Legends are True, but what does this mean for the future?”

The Head Scientist now took the party through many winding corridors, vast rooms filled with computer equipment, and other means for monitoring the health of birthing vats...

"Gentlemen, You may have heard of the Kraven Birthing Factories, some say they are just a myth, others say they have seen them, but today, I am about to confirm that they do indeed exist" The Doctor spoke while heading to a lift, tapping a few buttons the lift was called moments later and then the small group of people entered...

"In a Few Moments, we will Enter the Lower Facility..."

The Lift slowly began to decend, lower and lower as lights flashed passed the glass pannels of the lift, until suddenly the protective wall had gone and the scene presented itself to them, it was one of shock and awe... a huge laberinthe of Machines, twisting and turning cables, stetching for what seemed like miles...

Each one a Birthing Vector, each one a woman eviscerated and in a chemicaly induced acoma... thousands of women captured during the secret Kraven Raids... each one carrying the unborn fetus of a Capitol Police Centurian...

"Gentlemen, May I prove all of your doubts.... The Birthing Factory..."

Dr. Allen Rosewater stood in shock as he saw the dark, twisted cables and metals that was the Birthing Facility of the vile Kraven Corporation. He had heard about these facilities, these dark menacing places where the most horrid of things was done. This was the breeding grounds of the Capitol Police. He simply couldn't believe his eyes, though it wasn't as horrible as the rumors foretold. The rumors foretold of walls covered with the blood of babies who were considered 'failed births' of they didn't reach the standards Kraven set for newborns. He'd heard of a place where Capitol Police raped innocent women to spawn more Capitol Police. This wasn't a brutal, but it wasn't something that would earn its inventor the Noble Peace Prize. This was clean, this was efficent, this was Kraven...

OOC: some of those are probably spizanian citizens so i may want to be involved

Ahmed Jaceen saw the birthing chambers with horror. He was a behavioral scientist and biologist, and he had never in his dozens of years of experience seen anything to this level of monstrosity.

"So they exist.." Ahmed said, his voice cracking under the pressure of simply existing in that chamber. He didn't want to be there anymore. He had seen enough, the horrors of the Corporation finally getting to him. Women bound to birthing chambers, drugged to within an inch of their lives, eviscerated, and as the final humiliation, forced to give birth to..almost non-humans. He saw a lobotomized woman giving birth to a child, a new Centurion, quickly dubbed by the doctors nearby as "THX 1140" and rushed off to an unseen development area.

It was the most horrific sight of his life. The bloodied woman breathed heavily, although she felt no pain. She had lost that capability when captured by Kraven. Ahmed continued to stare at the bound woman, and she showed Spizanian features, although with the insane amount of experimentation the Kraven doctors were doing on her, it was hard to tell.

I have to get out of Whyatica..It's no longer safe for me here.. he realized. Kahanistan was one of the nations bordering Whyatica on the west, and it had an excellent reputation for accepting and protecting foreign refugees. Ahmed had no Secret Police escort as of yet, although seeing what he saw today, he doubted that would stay as it was.

He asked of the Kraven scientist, "Is there a lavatory anywhere on this floor?"

He wanted to get back to interrogating THX 1139, so he could pretend to finish his report while he plotted his escape from Whyatica..

Not yet....

OOC: some of those are probably spizanian citizens so i may want to be involved

(OOC: Go for it, you can be a Spizianian Scientist, brough here by Kraven during our Harvest)

"Yes, There is a Lavatory on the lower floor..." The Doctor spoke smiling at the Whyatican Scientist... "I'll have two Kreigsmarines Escort you there..."

The Doctor paused, coughing a little... "I know we invited you here, but I don't want anyone wandering this facility without an escort..." The Doctor paused, looking at the Whyatican scientist with a sinister expression..."We don't want you to get lost now..."

As the lift decended further, other things came into view, more and more of these vast birthing chambers, more and more Scientists working around the place, people carrying babies from the vats, into the hospital wards...

Along the back wall of the Factory was three huge banners of the Corporation, The Twin Hammers, a Symbol of Evil... Intent and cruelty...

Propaganda was being broadcast from a huge TV screen, showing the visitors what was being used to Condition the Unborn babies during the pregnancy, Images of war... People being massacred, images of The Nazi Regieme from world war 2, anything that would de sensitise the Children... Kraven Symbols flashed across the screen intermitantly, followed by a rousing speech from Father himself, Capitol Police began to march past, carrying Banners of the Corporation, the Video was fiercly patriotic... Brainwashing at its best....

OOC: Hmm... thi8s is interesting. Nice soldier pic though. TAG!

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"Thank you." Ahmed said as the two Kriegsmarines escorted him to the lavatories on the floor they were on. The Kriegsmarines stood watch outside as he went inside to relieve himself.

In the semi-privacy of the lavatory, he thought to himself, How am I going to get my research out of here? How do I get out of Whyatica alive..?

He realized it a few seconds later..

Ahmed washed his hands, and walked out of the lavatory and said, "Could you gentlemen take me back to THX 1139? I wish to ask him a few more questions before I write my report."

Whyatica City

Members of the Kriegsmarine Oberkommand had one last operation to do before the return of Kraven was complete: Remove or otherwas purge the 9 million muslims still living in Whyatica.

The assault, codenamed Operation Purgatory, was to consist of three parts. First, Kriegsmarines would round up and kidnap known vocal imams out in the middle of the night, and bring them to the Whyatica City airport, where they would be sent to the Whyatican Irathria Penal Colony for life. During this section, Kriegsmarines would raid mosques during service, capture everyone inside, and send them to penal areas in the Whyatican Badlands to be processed.

The next prong of the 3, and the most sinister, was the conversion of Whyatican Muslim prisoners into Phase Three Sardaukar. About 30% of the prisoners would be sent to special labs in Whyatican Arabia, where they would essentially lose control of their bodies for the High Command. Their body parts replaced with synthetic pieces, minds controlled by the High Command, their lives would be over as they knew it.

Another 30% would be sent to the Irathrian Uranium mines, where they would spend the rest of their lives mining uranium and other minerals for the good of Whyatica. The last portion of the Muslim population would be experimented on , including new biomechanics for a proposed Sardaukar Phase 5.

Tehran Grand Mosque
During a crowded service, at least 1,000 devout Whyatican Muslims sat quietly, listening to their imam preach. Their service was interrupted by the sound of 50 Kriegsmarines breaking in the giant wooden doors of the mosque, and they entered.

They screamed in the old tongue of Whyatica, Whyatikaans, "Everyone is to put their hands on their head and kneel down!"

A child screamed, and a Kriegsmarine pointed his gun at the child, who continued to cry loudly. The men rose up as one and said in Whyatikaans, "You have no right to do this."

He rushed at the Kriegsmarines, who, as one, fired their bolt action rifles into his chest. The remaining men, scared for their lives, sat down and put their hands behind their heads. The marines roughly pulled them up, and escorted them outside into large prison APCs, bound for a penal base in the Badlands..

"Thank you." Ahmed said as the two Kriegsmarines escorted him to the lavatories on the floor they were on. The Kriegsmarines stood watch outside as he went inside to relieve himself.

In the semi-privacy of the lavatory, he thought to himself, How am I going to get my research out of here? How do I get out of Whyatica alive..?

He realized it a few seconds later..

Ahmed washed his hands, and walked out of the lavatory and said, "Could you gentlemen take me back to THX 1139? I wish to ask him a few more questions before I write my report."




The Two Kreigsmarines nodded, and gestured back towards the lift, THX 1139 was Still in the room, as another group of scientists were finishing asking it questions...

They left shortly before the Whyatican scientist had arrived, the Kreigsmarines opened the door, where the Centurian was stood, at ease.... as soon as the Kreigsmarines and the Doctor entered, the Centurian snapped to attention, with a click of his jackboots... his red glowing eyes surveying the Doctor and the kreigsmarines as they entered...

"Hello, THX 1139. May I call you "T"?" Ahmed asked.

"Hello, THX 1139. May I call you "T"?" Ahmed asked.

"My Correct Designation is THX 1139, But you may Refer to me as 'Trooper'..."

Ahmed was put off by this, he figured the Centurion would allow itself to be called whatever it wanted. He asked, "Okay, Trooper. I'm going to ask you a series of questions about..Human instincts. The first question is..Do you feel any need to procreate?"

"Negative, They are not the Ideals of Kraven, They are not Laid down in The Doctrines set, Therefore I have no need, Nor the Desire to Procreate, Do Not Misunderstand, I am quite capable of Doing so..."

Ahmed scrawled on his legal pad, "Feels no need to procreate, but capable."

"Next question, Trooper..Can you feel jealousy?"

"Negative, I do not Feel jealousy, We Strive for a Common Goal, if For Example, a Trooper captures a major Objective, and I do not... I will not feel jealous, But rather Pride in Completing our Mission Objective"

Ahmed wrote down, his hands shaking, "No Jealousy..Only pride."

"Alright, thank you Trooper. Next question..Can you feel greed? For example, if a fellow soldier needed ammunition and you had extra, would you give your fellow soldier your extra?"

"I would give spare ammunition to a fellow Trooper, to ensure the Goal is completed, The Mission has Prioritory over any Personal Nessessity... The only event that I would not give ammunition to a fellow trooper, is if the Trooper was injured, as I would be have a statisticaly higher chance of completing the Mission than the Wounded Trooper..."

Ahmed wrote, "Mission takes priority over all personal feelings, all '7 sins' repressed."

"Thank you very much, Trooper, this is your last question. If you were facing a numerically superior army, would you feel fear?"

"Negative, The Stalwart belief in Kraven Ideals gives me Resolve enough to walk into the Very Gates of hell, Doctor... As Long as The Kraven Banner Flies, I will know No Fear, As Long As I march with my Brothers, I will Know no Fear... I am A Soldier and I Know no Fear..."

"Thank you very much for this, Trooper." Ahmed said as he extended a hand to shake.

The Trooper cocked his head to the side, like a confused dog, not understanding the Doctors strange hand gesture, the Troopers eyes continued to glow red as they peirced through the Doctors own...

Ahmed, seeing that the trooper did not understand his hand gesture, put his hand near his side, nodded to the trooper, and left the room. He said to the Kriegsmarines escorts,

"My work is done here. May I be escorted to my car?"

Ahmed, seeing that the trooper did not understand his hand gesture, put his hand near his side, nodded to the trooper, and left the room. He said to the Kriegsmarines escorts,

"My work is done here. May I be escorted to my car?"

As soon as the Doctor began to speak, both Kriegsmarines snapped to attention, their jackboots making a distinct clicking sound as they brought their heels sharpely together...


"I'm sorry Sir, but we must return to the Tour, Once the tour is over you will be escorted to your vehicles..." The Kriegsmarine gestured towards the door...

"That is fine, we can rejoin the tour now." he said, nervously.
Will they catch me? Can Kraven finally read minds? he thought.

The two Kreigsmarines strode down the corridor, their timed steps making a distinct noise on the tiled, floor... impressive would have been the word for it, even though those who hated kraven and its ideals would have been sickened to be here, they wouldn't be able to help themselves admire the Noise these two Soldiers made as they walked...

Ahead of them was the lift area, it only took the group several minutes to reach the area they were at before the Doctors lavatory visit, and soon they were striding down one of the vast alleys between the Birthing Chambers, each woman was strapped in place, others held in liquid suspension, it resembled a street, with street lamps lining the walk way, Doctors stood looking at the Chambers, making notes on a pad of paper before nodding and moving off to the next 'batch'...

Several more minutes later the small group reached where the tour had gotten so far, Combat Training..

Inside what looked like a massive cage, two Centurians sparred off against one another, their gas masks removed and their faces revealed, each one carried a large Katana, The Doctors were watching as each Trooper stood opposite each other...

"Here you can see us Selecting Troopers for our Special Ops Programe... We only want the strongest of the Strong for this duty, Brutal...but what must be done must be done..."

The two troopers bowed to one another, before quickly drawing their swords, the two began to dance with their blades, each flash blocked and parried in a perfect motion, each troopers sword play could easily match if not out do the Sword Play of Automagfreek's Sentinals, each swing of the sword was countered by another blow, each parry was brought up with a swift elbow, each trooper worked with each other like it was some correographed peice of ballet, thier heavy boots made noises on the metal floor as they side stepped, took a step back, changed their bodies positioning, and altered the bodies centre of gravity enough to miss by a few centemeters an almost fatal blade strike...

this continued for maybe five minutes, scientists watched with awe, these troopers had been training for the 6 years since their creation, their sword play, honed to perfection, scientists stood with their jaws open, watching as these two fought each other, not one landing a blow...

The Head Scientist called for them both to stop, instantly the two righted themselves, then bowing in respect of the others skills, returned their swords to their scabbards...

"As you can see Gentlemen, The Centurians are the best of the best..."

Ahmed scrawled on his pad, "Similar if not better than AMF Sentinels."

"What is the normal life expectancy of a Centurian that would never see combat?" he asked, fishing for questions he could kill time with.

Ahmed scrawled on his pad, "Similar if not better than AMF Sentinels."

"What is the normal life expectancy of a Centurian that would never see combat?" he asked, fishing for questions he could kill time with.

"Hmmm, We suspect that the average life expectancy can be anywhere from 75 to 90 years old, however most Capitol Police are Decomissioned at the age of 35..."

"Decommissioned?" he asked. He already knew the answer, and it sickened him even more..

"Yes, Any older and physical problems start to manifest themselves, to be an effective fighting force they need to be at the height of their physical fitness, usualy from 18 to 30, we stretch it out to 35, using the older Troopers to guard facilities, and so on... You look ill Doctor are you ok?"

Above their current position, a walkway stretched out across the vast factory, look down was a Reichmarshal, a Particular Reichmarshal... Helghan... his long black Trench coat and his black uniform made him difficult to see in the darkness and gloom of the factory, but regardless... he was there... and he was watching...

"I may have caught an illness earlier this week, thank you doctor." Ahmed said. He was anxious to get the tour over with so he could get his ass out of Whyatica.

"May we continue the tour?"

"Of Course, This next display may interest you all.."

Inside the next veiw chamber was a woman, she was of a small frame and wearing a medical robe, she was shivering from the cold ambient temperature of the room, he hair was wet, and her eyes darted around the room, scared of what might happen to her....

The Lead Scientist pressed a small button on a console..

"Watch this.."

A fully Clad Centurian strode into the room, brandishing a large caliber assault rifle, he stopped after a few steps and placed the rifle by his side...

"AWM 8811, Kill That Civilian"

The Trooper raised his rifle, but didn't fire, the girl had now ran to the other side of the room and clawed at the large steel door...

"Trooper, Kill the Girl.."

"Negatory, The Civilian Is Un-armed, It is a Dishonourable Kill... I cannot Do so.."

"Very well Trooper... Leave the Room..."

"By your Command"

The Door slid open for the Trooper to leave, he did so and slowly the door closed behind him...

A few moments later, two Kriegsmarines entered carrying an old 303 bolt action rifle, the strapped it to her hands, selotaping it so she couldn't drop it, she held it weakly, with no choice in the matter, she couldn't let go...

The Doctor pressed the button again, and in a few strides, The Centurian was back..

"Kill her Now, Centurian.."

Instantly the trooper raised his rifle, and opened fire with a three round burst, her frame stood no chance and the explosive rounds went off in her chest cavity, opening her up to the world, her insides dropped out, like water flowing out of an over turned barrel, before her dead form dropped to the ground...

Scientists gasped in shock, terrified, one scientist was wretching on the ground, never before had he seen such babaric practicies...

"This is not Science..." Once Scientist shouted..."This is another of Kravens Perverted Research subjects... Why have you brought us here?"

"To Show you all The Future, you should be thankfull... not many people live to see such sights..."

-OOC: Tagged for interest. This may be a good time eventually to introduce my own genetically altered 'super soldiers', the Brotherhood of The Emperor.-

Ahmed gasped when the Centurian killed the civilian in front of him. He asked the head scientist, "Can I talk to this Centurian?"

He wrote on his pad, "Incredible programming. Distinguishes between combatants and noncombatants, and will not kill noncombatants, even when ordered."

"hmmm, I don't see why not... Centurian.."

"Awaiting Orders"

"Doctor Ahmed is going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to answer them in Full..."

"By your Command"


The Trooper Moved up to the Cage, so that the Doctor could properly speak to him... His weapon was still held in an aggressive stance...

"How did you feel when you shot the woman?"

"She was an Armed Civilian, Declared Hostile and was Delt with, I felt nothing For her, she made the Choice to bear arms against the Corporation, Taking a weapon presented herself as a Viable Target."

TAG

(im not to shore how to post on here, it would eaither be a Shadowrunner (but then i would need a reason why someone hired a shadowrunner agent to get inot hte base and to do what) or a rep/scientist from one or more of my corporations.

Also the subscription thing on the threads no working.)

TAG

(im not to shore how to post on here, it would eaither be a Shadowrunner (but then i would need a reason why someone hired a shadowrunner agent to get inot hte base and to do what) or a rep/scientist from one or more of my corporations.

Also the subscription thing on the threads no working.)

OOC: Just be a Scientist from one of your Corporations, your more than welcome to join in and ask the Centurians questions

"How do you distinguish between a noncombatant and a combatant?"

"How do you distinguish between a noncombatant and a combatant?"

If the Trooper had a sense of humour, he would have laughed at that statement, however the trooper simply answered the question, while the scientists behind the Trooper sniggered quietly...

"A Combatant is Armed, A Non Combatant is not"

The Lead Scientist piped up..

"The HUD in their gas mask, brings up a targeting system using the smart link that is attached to the rifle, it highlights targets that are deemed a threat"

"How would you know if a noncombatant is armed or not? It could conceal weapos and ambush you."

"Statisticaly, I will survive a Fire fight, a Poorly Armed, Poorly Trained Civilian Will not..."

The Doctor threw his chip in again...

"They have a composite version of Capitol Police armour, its a lighter weight, but retrains the strength, as the Metal plates that make up the armour and made of folded steel..."

Ahmed scrawled something unintelligible on his notepad, and said, "I'm done. Thank you, Trooper."

Hmm... a possible flaw... though Dr. Gupta, a scientist from the Neo Kravenites.

"If I might..." he said, stepping forward to ask his question. "What would happen if say the girl had been strapped with an explosive device?"

Hmm... a possible flaw... though Dr. Gupta, a scientist from the Neo Kravenites.

"If I might..." he said, stepping forward to ask his question. "What would happen if say the girl had been strapped with an explosive device?"

"That would be classed as being Armed, The HUD display of the Centurians helmet locates threats, based on targets location, weaponry and then rate them with a threat level, which The Trooper would respond to accordingly"

Dr Baltar was the lead Scientist for the devlopment of the Corporate Security Force Soldiers, tho the CSF soldiers were not as advanced as the Kraven Capital Police or these new abomination, it was always seen that a CSF soldier was just as adapt as a Capital Police Soldier.

Even tho Baltar was an employee of Bio-Tech Industries, the CSF program was a joint effort between all the Corporations, jsut Bio-Tech was better at Pysical Design and Genetic Engineering and had won the contract to "train" the Soldiers.

Baltar was a tall man, in his mid 30s, long black hair and well built, his eyes were blue and it seemed anyone who looked into them felt as if they were lost for a moment, or if he was angery it seemed as if he could see though you and into your soul.

Much to his dismay, he wasnt the only one from the Corporate States here, Dr Kishia, from Med-Tech, was standing watching the Tour with such excitment. Also Dr Kimiko from Corporate Security Inc, he knew she was interested in the weapons system more then anything elce, after all CSI was the largest Weapons producers in the Corporate States. There was also someone he wasnt shore about, a young woman who by the looks of it was 16 maby 17 years old. She seemed to watch the entire tour but not just was being shown it was more like she was scanning it, counting the guards, the amount of people in tour, Security system.

You had to be quite skilled to notice her doing it, it wouldnt be a surpise if even the Centurian didnt notice her doing it. When he looked at her badge, he noticed the the logo on it.

"a shadowrunner" he muttered to himself, it seemed normal, shadowrunner inc taking an interest in theses abominations, perfect smash a grab teams, or even wipe outers.

The girl was named Kishi, she was really watching Helghan, it was he she really wanted to speak to, but for now it would have to be the soldier.

"THX 1139, tell me, can you act human. feel emotions? i guess what im trying to say is...if you were ordered to work on a Black Op mission that ment that you would have to spend months in another nation, speaking there words, looking normal could you do that? could you sit at a cafe and watch your target day in and night till the perfect time to strike, even if that target was unarmed?" she asked him, making shore the Kraven Doctor heared what she said.


Baltar didnt like the fact that she was talking to the thing, he would have to wait till she was finished befor he did.

The Trooper answered the question, Stood at ease...

"Negatory, I am a frontline soldier, The Corporate Agents are used in circumstances such as those... "

The Doctor as usual gave his bit of information..

"The Agents are clones sent into Nations as Sleeper Cells, they remain hidden and often manipulate governments, they are the assassins, they do the Dirty work for Kraven, when Brute force is not an option... Similar to you... Shadowrunner..." While many would have not known about her being a shadowrunner, Kraven for one thing did, and Reichmarshal Helghan stood above them on the Gantry was watching her with keen eyes...

The Trooper answered the question, Stood at ease...

"Negatory, I am a frontline soldier, The Corporate Agents are used in circumstances such as those... "

The Doctor as usual gave his bit of information..

"The Agents are clones sent into Nations as Sleeper Cells, they remain hidden and often manipulate governments, they are the assassins, they do the Dirty work for Kraven, when Brute force is not an option... Similar to you... Shadowrunner..." While many would have not known about her being a shadowrunner, Kraven for one thing did, and Reichmarshal Helghan stood above them on the Gantry was watching her with keen eyes...


"pitty" she replyed looking back at the Soldier, "its also a pitty these are not for sale...not that the Council of the CEO's would trust such things walking around the Corporate States, strange how the Kraven Corporation manged to set up such operations after the AMF invasion. i hear the lands you once had have renamed themselves to Slovania, pitty really." she bit her lip as she looked at the Centurian, in a suductive manner, it wasnt that she thought it would do anything it was more...more a feeling that someones eyes were on her.

"i never did understand why, when the allaince, well AMF, riped apart Kraven Corporation that father didnt ask the Council for...well....a place to stay. Its not like we would refuse TKC from our lands, as long as you followed the basic laws." she said turning to the doctor, "tho im shore your not the person to be talking to are you doc." she looked up at the Reichmarshal Helghan as she said that, a grin sprag across her face, like a kid in a candy store. She didnt seemed shocked the doctor knew that she was a runner, its not like she came here to blow the place sky high, and she could and she was shore the doc knew it. No her reason was....well....simply she could, aswell as to find out once and for all if father was still around. Tho the invertation of the Kraven Corporation to the Corproate states, who knew..who really knew.

Baltar on the other hand wasnt happy, the Reps from Med-Tech and CorpSec Inc were busy talking to techies and other doctors. the CSI rep was interested in the smart gun system, the CSF had something like it, tho all it was was a IFF system. The Med-tech Rep was more interested in the process of the Birthing chambers and how the Kraven Doctors had over come some problems such as with such a incress in growth how joints formed currectly and bone strength wasnt effected, weakened.

Balter moved to the Doctor by the Abomination just as Kishi moved way still watching the Reichmarshal.

"tell me doctor, just how effective is this thing, its all well and good showing your pet dog in a cage, but in a true fight how does it stand up." Baltar asked, "after all, nothing preforms just as it does in a lab. Tell me, what does it considered armed? someone with just guns and bombs or someone who...uses his or her fists?" he asked waving his hand infront of the Centurian's face seeing it would react in anyway.

"Perhaps another test, Unarmed Combat?"

"Shadowrunner... Please Enter the cage.."

Above the Gantry, Reichmarshal Helghan slowly walked away, his Jet black Jackboots making a clanking noise on the metal grating...

OOC: you cant kill Kishi, she was to be one of my main shadowrunners..grrrrr..i didnt want to show her off..yet but oh well. and i just noticed im not talking to THX 1139 but to AWM 8811

IC:-

Kishi smiled, "ahh baltar...dont think the Kraven new toys can do the job, fear there better then the CSF your only children....i hear your wifes been getting around" she snarled at him. as she walked towards the cage to enter it.

"shut it wench" she said as he right fist went for her from behind, it was hard to belive but in what seemed to be one swift action, without looking, she had grabed his arm and twisted it. A loud SNAP could be heared across the room, blood poured from baltars arm as the bone stuck right out from the elbow, blood spurting out as Baltar screamed.

"You might want to fix him up Doc, Bio-Tech wont be happy..or the Council...if they lose him...they might blame you lot." she smiled, the joys of a runner, you never get the blame.

As she walked into the cage, she spoke "is the first to submit or first to die?" she said not looking at him. She droped her shirt onto the floor, wearing her sports bra (http://www.sandiegofit.com/images/1033cc_small.jpg) and jeans.

She walked across the cage with her back to AWM 8811, she was stretching her arms across her well formed chest, cracking her neak side to side, yet still she didnt turn to face him. "in your own time 8811" she said.

(OOC: Can I at least wound her badly, and how do you want to do this?)

"AWM 8811, Engage the Shadowrunner in hand To hand Combat"

"By your Command"

The Trooper dropped the rifle to the ground, Unclipping its utility belt as it walked forward towards her... then In two Long Strides it Covered the ground between them and Swung at her with a heavy Right hand...

OOC: you can wound her...jsut dont kill her...runners dont like runner killers...your doc would become Prime Target number one :D, just do it turned based sort of thing, tho im shore after a few posts we will both get the jest of what the other can/will do and the posts will get more....interesting.

Just to warn you, Kishi is vary fast and quite strong for her size and age, aswell as being a master of meny Hand to hand combat skills and vary athletic.

IC:-

Kishi still didnt turn around until the last minute, quickly spinning around and grabing 88's right arm with hers, pulling it towards her as her right leg kick vary hard to the lower half of the sholder, useing the force of her pulling it towards her and the kick to try and dislocate the arm.


The rest of the people from the Corporate states, apart from Baltar who was still screaming in pain on the floor, stoped and watch.

"i got 50 bucks on lady to put the thing on the floor first" Kimiko said, "fucking hell...shes fast"

"i'll take that bet" Dr Kishia replyed, "any other takers?"

The Troopers arm dislocated with a sickening crunch, but it betrayed no sign of pain, it continued to fight as though the arm was still in place, its frame was much bigger than hers, and so using its size advantage, it bull rushed her into the wall hoping to crush her to death with the Impact, his heavy black jackboots made distinct sounds against the metal floor of the cage...

The Doctor had ordered the Medical teams to see to the wounded Corporate Suit... he was escorted away by two Secret Police Kreigsmarines...

There was a chance, he would never be seen again... Kraven didn't like have a rucous started in its facilities...

Kishi tryed to move out of the way, but since she was still holding his arm it didnt work, her left side smashed into the wall, a distingtive CRACK sound, she knew at that moment she had just broken a rib or two. A flash of red came across her vision, the pain for a moment was insane, she screamed out.

Useing her free right arm, she repeatedly smashed it into 88s face, not letting up at all with the blows, at the same time she tryed to free herself by kicking off the wall with her left arm and leg. With her right leg she tryed and failed to smash it into 88s knee, still not letting up with the blows to his head.

Kishi tryed to move out of the way, but since she was still holding his arm it didnt work, her left side smashed into the wall, a distingtive CRACK sound, she knew at that moment she had just broken a rib or two. A flash of red came across her vision, the pain for a moment was insane, she screamed out.

Useing her free right arm, she repeatedly smashed it into 88s face, not letting up at all with the blows, at the same time she tryed to free herself by kicking off the wall with her left arm and leg. With her right leg she tryed and failed to smash it into 88s knee, still not letting up with the blows to his head.

The Blows struck the Trooper in the face multiple times, the Gas mask absorbed most of the damage, the Troopers head moved slighty as each blow connected, but no visible damage was shown, the trooper, still holding Kishi against the wall, twisted his arm around the one, Kishi was using to Punch with, then with his brute force and strength he forced the arm upwards, causing the elbow to bend in an unholy fashion, sure to break it...

while, at the same time, with the Troopers free hand, he grabbed the girls hair and smashed her head multiple times off the wall... She may have been fast, but The Trooper was much stronger and currently was dictating the pace of this fight...

OOC: is this open? And if so could I have a quick background of the current situation?

OOC: is this open? And if so could I have a quick background of the current situation?

OOC: yes it is open, you can get involved how you want, but any secret spies are not to get any messages out to the world until I give the ok.

The Basic Background:

This Facility is built under the Desert Sands of Whyatica, it is an immense facility housing the Birthing Chambers for a new breed of Kraven Capitol Police... The Centurians, a Group of Scientists are being shown round, and representatives from Corpsac, a nation of Corporations are also present, a Shadowrunner is currently fighting a Centurian in a display of Actual combat skills.

This Thread serves the Purpose of Kravens Return

OOC: then I may have A rogue Agent come in. They seem to care nothing about the well being of the world. And may prove use full to you plans...I am assuming that the Shadwrunner is in a public battle......


The Rogue agents, many still believed to be dead from the Rogue rebellion against the Black Agents. But many lived and this would cause the world pain. Word had circulated that the Former Kraven Corporation was trying to make a comeback. Agies saw this as a chance to gain power in the world. SO he sent in an agent to scope out what was going on.......

Black Agents being argueably(sp?) the best silent assasins and spies, would have no trouble getting to the facility, And a Rogue Agent would have just as easy time getting in as well. And as Agies wanted the Agent was there. His Armor jet Black and light absorbant, gave him the ability to hide in the dark and hide from nightvision. With temp underlays that kept the armor at room temp, themal was no good. His pistols strong but quite, and his sword sharpe enough to cut into tank armor. He stays hidden until needed. And he was not needed, not yet. The shadowrunner was putting up a good fight, but the Rogue could see that its was only a matter of time. The new Kraven soldiers where fast and strong, and worn shock resistant armor. Hand to hand with one would be deadly for even an elite calibre such as a Shadowrunner. The Rogue even toyed with the idea of fighting him. The enitre fight was being recorded and scimatical data from both fighters where uploaded and studied by the agent. Along with data on thier armor.


" Well, I should have brought popcorn" though the Agent to himself as he sat in a rafter(SP) watching the fight.

OOC: Thanks, I'll be a scientist from Boozia, they often vanish on the more hushed projects.
IC:Whoa...that's gotta hurt, thought Dr.Hankels, watching the fight unfold. He could see a slight similarity between the Centurion and the Boozetroopers he dealt with, stemming from the German influence, he presumed. He couldn't wait o interrogate one of these things. Unlike the others, his questions would be mainly of a statitical nature.

The Elbow snaped, the crack seemed to cut the air, tho this time she didnt scream, didnt wimper. Her head hit the wall a few times befor she pushed off with all the force she could with her leg and arm, giving her just the right amount of space to slip out, as she did raped herself around 88 and kicked him hard in the back of the head, hoping to slam its face into the wall.

Holding her arm she jumped across the room, vary quickly, then jumped into the top corner of the room, useing her legs to hold herself up. She quickly looked at her broken arm, then noticed the blood coming from head, she hadnt noticed her pounding head ach till now.

"shit" she muttered, "you lil fuck...."

At that moment from her right thumb she snaped the nail and pulled it out, a microfiliment wire, extreamly sharpe and nearly invisable to the naked eye. She looked at 88 and droped to the floor and took a swing at 88, even if he tryed to catch it he might just lose a finger or hand.

It wasnt going to be easy tho, the broken arm, the blured vision from her head wound and the pain that ran though her body.....she was going to give in but not befor taking its fucking arm off fire...she would go for its balls but she was shore that He wasnt a He at all, nor a She tho it wound stop her trying to take that to.

OOC: Sure the more the Merrier

The Trooper, watched as she pulled out the monofilament wire, Keen eyed the Trooper instinctively knew what to do, He brought his black Jackboot smashing down into her wrist as she swung the Filament whip low, the Whip still moving, wrapped itself around the Troopers shin, the Armour held, but the whip, tiny began to dig into the Black paint work and a little into the metal, the back his calf muscle began to bleed a little....

But Kishi's wrist was bound to be crushed under the force of the Troopers blow, his black jackboot reflected her face...

"You shouldn't have made such bets, Gentlemen"

The Doctor smuggly smiled, looking at his creation with pride...

[OCC: Tag for interest. Fourhearts would like to get involved, but perhaps at a later time. Fourhearts wouldn't be caught anywhere near such a wretched place. Let's just say they'll keep their swords ready.]

[OCC: Tag for interest. Fourhearts would like to get involved, but perhaps at a later time. Fourhearts wouldn't be caught anywhere near such a wretched place. Let's just say they'll keep their swords ready.]

OOC: You can Join in now if you want, Perhaps as a fourheartian Scientist, or even better, The Girl that the Reichmarshal took away in the Emancipation Roleplay, she could have been brought here, I'm sure she would try to escape

[OCC: I could play the girl! Unlucky for us, we got really busy right afterwards and couldn't finish the story. This works though.]

Jessica Hart had lost weight. Way too much weight. Her Kraven captors hadn't taken her away yet because of her seemingly poor health, but it had kept her out of the birthing chambers. The only reason they had kept her alive is because one of the scientist had heard rumors of Heartian physic ablity. This was just a legend though, Heartian's had been raised to listen to their intuition.

She knew she had to escape somehow. She had been given training on how to escape, but she had no idea how. There must be a way. She somehow knew that she needed to send a message out.

Kraven wasn't dead.

Kimiko quickly moved over to the doctor "I'd call your dog off now befor he kills her, trust me she dies and you and your pet project wont make it to the end of the year, shadowrunners kinda take a grudge to runner killers, i think youve proven your point. Plus if the rumers of runners are true....she'll fight till the death and that wire shes using is just one of the toys in her system, what she has i dont know but i can tell you that it wont be pritty." it was more then a warning and she felt the doctor knew it, she was shore he didnt want to risk looking bad infront of all these guests.

Kishi felt she had no choice anymore, she was beaten and she knew it, she may have been able to take it if she didnt take so much damage at the start and was so cocky, but now..now she had a broken arm and wrist, a few broken ribs, a head wound and god knew what elce. Her free hand had moved quickly to the the lower part of her back, it was moving to the small but powerful SR12, a powerful form of plastic that was 10x the power of C4 in just a few grams and she had it running right up her spin. Her last resort would be forfilled in just a few seconds.

There was a sudden, uncomfortable guttural sound from the crowd of awe-struck scientists, and a man whom had previously been silent for the tour stepped forward, a look of concern pasted on his dark-skinned face. He was an older gentleman of at least sixty-five who wore a trim, white goatee and was balding near the top of his unusually long skull. Sun spots dotted his barren brow like polka-dots on a leopard, and a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses rested on his squat nose, protecting a pair of tired eyes from the outer elements.

Much like the other scientists he wore a lab coat, though his was a mellow blue, and much like the other scientists he had been immensely interested in the unveiling of this monstrosity up until now. He was Dr. Yequal Musafrah of Ttambo, a fringe bioengineer and an outcast within his own community. His funding cut nearly a decade ago for unethical scientific experimentation and illegal genetics and DNA tampering, Musafrah was a prominent researcher on the international scene despite his questionable morals. His research on gene splicing and the ensuing attempts at creating a super soldier, though incomplete and hardly extensive, had given other scientists vast insight into the future of genetic engineering, and had earned him quite a deal of respect. He had found his way to the Centurion exhibition through a good friend and colleague of his, and was in attendance primarily for his own gene splicing project. Of course, even though his history of human testing was rather expansive, even he could not stomach the demonstration that had unfolded before the scientists. Slowly but surely the doctor began to put forth his objections with the current episode in his thick Ttamboan accent.

"I'm sorry to intervene, Dr. Wilkinson, but I believe we've seen enough. The girl here has clearly been defeated, and your creation is no doubt superior to even the most highly trained human. I ask that you graciously spare the girl's life, for as outspoken as she has been, she is only a girl. It is hardly necessary to demonstrate another slaughtering. Besides, I'm sure we've got much more touring to do, no?"

Dr. Musafrah stroked his goatee thoughtfully as he stared in Wilkinson's direction, patiently awaiting a reply. His stomach grew wary of these blood games, and as more people were injured or maimed along the course of the tour, he was getting increasingly nervous.

"The Doctor nodded, AWM 8811, Stand down..."

Immediatly the Trooper Placed the girl back on the floor, having held her up against the wall by her throat, a large black glove around her hand, he dropped her and returned to his former position...

"I appologise, But I felt I had to prove a point" The Doctor turned to Ttambo's scientist..

"Tell me Trooper, how do you feel about your Victory?"

"It is a Victory, Nothing more, It was a Test to Prove Kravens ability at Developing Frontline Soldiers...."

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Jessica's Cell was cold and dark, she'd been locked in there for months now, with only a Kreigsmarine Guard bringing her food now and again...

Reichmarshal Helghan strode up to her cell, he opened the flap on the door and looked through, the Darkness obscured who it was who was looking through the flap, but there was something, a presence that wasn't normally there when the Guards came...

The Flap shut and the Door opened with a Clank...

In walked a Trench coat wearing Reichmarshal, not the same as who had chosen her from the Captives on the Rogue Novacom vessel, but rather the one who had the Reputation as a Butcher, 2.9bn people murdered over his career as a Secret Police Reichmarshal...

"My... My... how you have lost weight..." The Reichmarshal spoke, his voice sounded dark, intimidating and full of authority...

Using a gloved hand he held it up and two Kreigsmarines entered, Picking her up by her arms, they carried her out of the cell...

Several minutes passed as the two soldiers of the Secret Police carried her through a surgical white corridor, lights flashed past as they continued, the Distinct boots of the Reichmarshal always behind her...

a few meters ahead was large Oak door, in the Centre was a huge Glyph of the twin hammers, that as the two Kreigsmarine Guards pushed it open, parted in the middle...

Inside was a large Dining table, adorned with food, drink, wine, water... it was lavish, as though no expense was spared to ensure that only the best food was put on display...

The Two Soliders sat her down at the table, in a large comfortable chair...

Helghan sat down opposite her... he never removed his hat, and his eyes were obscured by the dark peak of his officers cap...

"Please... Enjoy what We have brought you.... But eat slowly... take your time.... you are malnourished... if you eat too much, to quickly your body will go into shock and you will die......" his voice had changed now, it was almost soothing, as though this was someone he cared about, someone he had known for years...

Kishi fell to the floor like a stone, hitting the ground with a thud. She could barly focus or stand but she did it anyway, she may have been beaten but she wasnt going to show it.

"maby next time 88" she said, she decided that was going to be her pet name for this one. She stumbled to the door to the cage, she needed to get back to her bag and the medkit inside.

When she had entered the complex a Kreigsmarine Guard had searched her bag and even tryed to take the kit off her, she ofcorse had none of it and a certain guard, she was shore, was never going to have kids again. For some reason this doctor knew to much about her, who ever emplyed her to come here had informed the Kraven Corporation. When she thought back to it she was shore it was him or on his orders that Kreigsmarine guards allowed her to keep her things, tho in her state it could have been the toothfairy.

"any chance that i can get out of here today?" she asked, turning to 88 and winking. She was still leaning slightly on the wall.

With her unbroken left arm she started to reset the broken bones in her right arm, the crunching and cracking sound made some crench.

"by the way" she said looking at 88, "i have to ask, do you belive in what you do, would you die for what you stand for with out thought, stand infront of a Kraven Family of little worth and take the bullet to save them so they may carry on serving the Corporation without being ordered, laying down your life to save the few?"

Kishi fell to the floor like a stone, hitting the ground with a thud. She could barly focus or stand but she did it anyway, she may have been beaten but she wasnt going to show it.

"maby next time 88" she said, she decided that was going to be her pet name for this one. She stumbled to the door to the cage, she needed to get back to her bag and the medkit inside.

When she had entered the complex a Kreigsmarine Guard had searched her bag and even tryed to take the kit off her, she ofcorse had none of it and a certain guard, she was shore, was never going to have kids again. For some reason this doctor knew to much about her, who ever emplyed her to come here had informed the Kraven Corporation. When she thought back to it she was shore it was him or on his orders that Kreigsmarine guards allowed her to keep her things, tho in her state it could have been the toothfairy.

"any chance that i can get out of here today?" she asked, turning to 88 and winking. She was still leaning slightly on the wall.

With her unbroken left arm she started to reset the broken bones in her right arm, the crunching and cracking sound made some crench.

"by the way" she said looking at 88, "i have to ask, do you belive in what you do, would you die for what you stand for with out thought, stand infront of a Kraven Family of little worth and take the bullet to save them so they may carry on serving the Corporation without being ordered, laying down your life to save the few?"


"I belive in what I do is Right, I belive that the Ideals of Kraven Must be Upheld, and that what I fight for is a Just Cause... Negative, Citizens are Not Kraven Ideals.."



A Kreigsmarine Opened the Door to the cage and let her out, The Doctor turned to the Kreigsmarine and spoke...

"Take her to the Medical Ward, Ensure The Doctors see that she is ok..."

The Kriegsmarine leanded in low to the Shadowrunner and whispered...

"Look, Don't try any Heroics, your lucky your not suspended in one of those tanks, pregnant with one of those..." The Kreigsmarine smiled, you could say he might have a little something for Kishi...

Jessica's intuition was going off like crazy.

They are not your freind. They want to hurt you.

She needed to eat and she indeed eat, but she made it a point to throw it up later. She knew what she was doing was terrible for her. It wasn't bulima because it wasn't psycological. It was survival.

Jessica's voice was fine, but she spoke just below a whisper giving the appearence of somebody very weak indeed.

"Who are you?"

Jessica's intuition was going off like crazy.

They are not your freind. They want to hurt you.

She needed to eat and she indeed eat, but she made it a point to throw it up later. She knew what she was doing was terrible for her. It wasn't bulima because it wasn't psycological. It was survival.

Jessica's voice was fine, but she spoke just below a whisper giving the appearence of somebody very weak indeed.

"Who are you?"

"I am Secret Police Reichmarshal, Helghan..."

"Tell me, What is your name?" Helghan knew it already, he was just trying to make her feel at ease... However if Jessica had even a scrap of knowledge on Kraven, she would have known about the Extermination Camps that Helghan ran, and his infamous Moniker... "The Butcher"

Jessica hated games, but she knew she had to humor him to stay alive. To buy her time. Anything at all.

I am the Kingdom of Fourhearts. I listen to the four hearts of the wind. I am one with the sky. I am not afraid."

OOC: my post was lost..... I'll retype...



IC:

The Rogue laughed as she was taken away. He had seen enough and it was time to make himself known. He jumped dwon from the rafter and walked forward appearing from a dark shadow. His suit seamless, but with plated add ons. Black Agents suits gave them enhanced abilities by 20 fold on top of the already great ability. But the Rogue pushed this power to the suits limit. Causing the body to swell, The rogue agent looked very large. the suit was pumping in steroids which kept him a state was bulk. But even with his size he was still silent and fast. No skin was visible, and his voice raspy to hode his real self. His words and pistols visible and located on his body which would be good for quick draw. The rogue looked at the Shadowrunner and only shock his head...

" Tell me soldier.... How would you like to fight a real fighter. Surely you have pride. If not you would not to the perfect soldier. Your giving yourself prasie, even though you say otherwise to them. How would you like to put you self prasie on the line?"

"Look, Don't try any Heroics, your lucky your not suspended in one of those tanks, pregnant with one of those..." The Kreigsmarine smiled, you could say he might have a little something for Kishi...

"Heroic" she said looking at the marine giving him a weak smile, her head was pounding and the pain in her body was getting to the point she couldnt handle. "we dont know the meaning of Heroic, i dont think even the Kraven Corporation understands, that new Capital Police modal...its doomed to fail, maby not now but one day it will fail. its a mindless machine, not as mindless as the old but still mindless, they just dont understand, you cant breed the perfect soldier and thats it, the soldier has to truely belive in what he does. That thing didnt understand what i ment when i asked it a question, it just replyed with its mindless built in programing." she said to the marine, she staggered over to her stuff, picking up her bag that was left to one side.

She opened it and pulled out her pack of smokes and the medkit, lighting a ciq and taking a long deep drag. When she opened the medkit she pulled out a needle and injected herself with it, then pulled out a few pills of different colours and swollowed them.

"shorely father understands this, after the last war that destroyed father, why does he still think the idea of the perfect soldier is a mindless thing that followers orders, but doesnt belive in what it does. That the Kraven Flaw....no belief...no true belief." she muttered, she wasnt really speaking to the Kergsmarine but more to herself. "well shall we go? i also need to cheak on baltar...the Council will be pissed if i return without him and i have the feeling hes in a bit of shit." she chuckled abit as she used the Kergsmarine to pull herself up.


The other Doctors had gave a sigh of relief when the battle was over, they didnt like the rumers of the Runners and feared more for themselves then anything elce, truth be that it wouldnt be the Kravens that get the blame but them....and there familys...and that doctor of this abomination program...just for the hell of it.

Dr. Hankhels turned to the tour's leader.
"Excuse me, I would relish the oppurtunity to question one of these soldiers. May I?"

Jessica hated games, but she knew she had to humor him to stay alive. To buy her time. Anything at all.

I am the Kingdom of Fourhearts. I listen to the four hearts of the wind. I am one with the sky. I am not afraid."

"hmmmmm... " Helghan thought, rubbing his chin...

"Then I am Truely Honoured to be speaking to an Entire nation!" Helghan spoke, picking up a leg of chicken, eyeing it then putting it down on the plate...

"Tell me... why are you not afraid?"

OOC: my post was lost..... I'll retype...



IC:

The Rogue laughed as she was taken away. He had seen enough and it was time to make himself known. He jumped dwon from the rafter and walked forward appearing from a dark shadow. His suit seamless, but with plated add ons. Black Agents suits gave them enhanced abilities by 20 fold on top of the already great ability. But the Rogue pushed this power to the suits limit. Causing the body to swell, The rogue agent looked very large. the suit was pumping in steroids which kept him a state was bulk. But even with his size he was still silent and fast. No skin was visible, and his voice raspy to hode his real self. His words and pistols visible and located on his body which would be good for quick draw. The rogue looked at the Shadowrunner and only shock his head...

" Tell me soldier.... How would you like to fight a real fighter. Surely you have pride. If not you would not to the perfect soldier. Your giving yourself prasie, even though you say otherwise to them. How would you like to put you self prasie on the line?"


As soon as the Rogue agent dropped to the Ground, the place swarmed with Kriegsmarines, their 303 bolt action rifles were unslung and aimed in his Direction, the Doctors turned to view this Intruder...

"A Rogue Agent..." The Lead Doctor spoke...

The Kriegsmarines held their weapons true, while the Agent may have been fast and smart, he obviously wasn't smart enough to realise that Jumping from the Rafters, dressed in some synth skin suit, wouldn't result in some form of encounter with Kraven Soldiers..

"Place him under Arrest, We will leave him to Reichmarshal Helghan, I'm sure you will find the Interrogation interesting, Agent..."

Dr. Hankhels turned to the tour's leader.
"Excuse me, I would relish the oppurtunity to question one of these soldiers. May I?"

After the Agent was bound, this was a given, not even the fastest Agent would survive against over 12 Kriegsmarine guards, with rifles, The Doctor turned to the new Doctor...

"You will have an opportunity to ask The Next Trooper on the Tour..."

"No need to capture me, I am here on behalf of my master Agies. We are here to be a service to you. We have a vested interest in the revival of the The Kraven. And to be honest, If I wanted you marines would have been cut in half and you rifles would have done little damage to my suits armor plates. I assure you that. We have a keen eye from power. And you have it. Our clan is in need of soldiers much like these. With the Rebellion we where almost wipped off the planet. SO if you wish to arrest me go ahead, but I am all but unable to withstand torture of all kinds....standard training of the agent. Itsalso where many of us die in training." said the Rogue while not putting up any sign of struggle.

He only looked at the Doctors as he was held.

"Take him to Helghan... He Will Deal with Him..."

The Kreigsmarines Gestured towards a long Corridor, where they would escort him towards the Prison cells, where he would await Reichmarshal Helghan...

The Rogue Agent only followed the orders of his arrestors. He would not want upset anyone, atleast not yet.

" Oh warn your interregator not to try to remove my armor, he will be quite SHOCKED if he does... Oh and I still want to fight you" said the Rogue as he walked away looking at both the Doctor and the Prototype Soldier.

[OCC: You know, if the Rouge were to meet Jessica it would make for an interesting plot with very contrasting characters. Just saying.]

Jessica paused. She wasn't quite sure what to say, so she just repeated herself.

I am the Kingdom of Fourhearts, I am not afraid

The walk to the Cells was a long and winding route, the various Doors lead to offices and other rooms, situated in a maze like pattern, as the Detachment of twelve Kriegsmarines marched together, with their captive in the middle, Doctors continued to work, talking to each other about the various projects, and some walking to an office, opening the Door and continueing in, ignoreing the Marines and their captive...

Several minutes later they came to a poorly lit area of the Complex, it was surgical white, but the walls were darkened by the gloom of the lighting...

The Cell doors were black and heavy, but at one end was a large Oak Door, the symbol of Kraven across it... Helghans Quaters...

The Kreigsmarines arrived at the Door, then with a sudden, Drilled halt the Soldiers stopped, and then with a smart Right turn One of the Soldiers was now facing the Captive, he opened the Door and gestured with a nod and a click of the heels that the Captive was to enter...

Inside the walls were cold, and dark, there were no lights, nor were there any windows... it was just a square room...

On one side, there were claw marks, where some one clawed in desperation to escape...... blood had dribbled from where the prisoners fingers bled...

all the Agent had to do now, was wait for Helghan to arrive...

The Agent nodded back, almost excited to go. His heavy step could be heard now that he no longer needed to hide. Each step brought a loud thud sound. As he walked in he scanned the room. Thermal, nightvision, and echolocation waves. Just because the room was dark did not mean he could not see. The Agent looked for a chair and sat down. his heavy body almost to much fro the chair. The Agent now knew the room and the way back to where he was captured. Plus with his tctical data from the area , and the fight, plus the new data from the Marines that esorted him. He was well aware of his situation.

" Nice place you have here. I bet you do some fine work to. Fine work in deed." said the Agent as he relaxed. The tempeture of the room didn't matter cause of his suits built in homeostatis unit. keeps him warm in the cold and cool in the hot.

[OCC: You know, if the Rouge were to meet Jessica it would make for an interesting plot with very contrasting characters. Just saying.]

Jessica paused. She wasn't quite sure what to say, so she just repeated herself.

I am the Kingdom of Fourhearts, I am not afraid

Helghan, inwardly sighed... from his right hand side he pulled a brown folder in front of him...

"Jessica, a Medical Crew attendant on a Fourhearts Air Ship that was shot down in Corporate Territory... Captured by The Zionic Forces of a Rogue Novacom Fleet, Brought here by Reichmarshal Kitain... Ensures she will not become a Birthing Vector by forcing herself to be Sick, Relatives, Captured by a Kraven Hunter Killer Team, while they were visiting the Spizanian Colony while on Vacation, Were Executed in Extermination Camp 18 Three weeks later..."

The Last statement was false, but with her inprisonment, she couldn't know any better... he hoped he would get some kind of response... After all... Her family presumed her KIA, Why wouldn't they go on a holiday to attempt to cope with her loss....

OOC: just wondering whats happening to my 2 main people (Kishi and Balter), kishi is on her way to the med's and Balter was arrested by your secret police...just wondering if he had his arm reset and is hanging upside down in a cell somewhere...and what the marine might have thought about Kishi's lil mutter.

Sighing audibly, the rather tall and dark-skinned Dr. Musafrah turned to Dr. Wilkinson with a grim expression on his face, clearly concerned with the series of events that had just occurred. How many more interruptions would stop the tour in its tracks, and were the doctors safe in such a hostile environment? These questions burned in Musafrah's mind furiously and fueled a sudden paranoia within him. What was supposed to be an exhibition of the ghastly new Kravenite super cop had turned into a brutal fighting contest, and anyone and everyone was liable to die in the current setting. Baltar losing an arm, the shadow runner being nearly crushed to death by the Centurion, the rogue agent infiltrating the research compound. The operation had been sloppy thus far and warranted at least a certain degree of criticism. It was only proper that Dr. Musafrah was the one to voice it.

"I do not wish to exercise verbal abuse of your operation, Dr. Wilkinson, but I can't help but question the efficiency in which it has been carried out. You'll hear no qualms from me concerning the state of your Centurion; quite the contrary, he is a most impressive specimen put together by an even more impressive genetic program. However, I hold considerable doubts in the ability of your soldiers to adequately protect us, the researchers. In a sequence of fifteen minutes I have watched a colleague have his arm ripped from its socket by a shadow runner and a rogue agent infiltrate this compound with an ease reminiscent of stealing a sugary lollipop from a small child. How is it that a shadow runner was allowed to walk among us? What purpose could have allowing her inside the compound served? And how did that rogue agent bypass your security? Do you not grasp the impact of such incidents? This technology you have birthed, this weapon that you have amassed is a very valuable tool. Should the genetic code used to mold your soldiers escape this compound, I cannot even imagine the size of the hammer that would crush this complex and the country it is in. Need I remind you, Dr. Wilkinson, that the Kraven Corporation is largely considered a scourge among the global community? If word leaked that it is still alive, albeit barely, we could all be slaughtered!"

Dr. Musafrah took a brief pause, for the moment content with his stern lecturing of the security malfunctions. His concerns with the tour hadn't nearly all been voice, however, and after stroking his beard thoughtfully for a second he resumed in his speech.

"I apologize if the tone of my words seem challenging or insulting; I do not wish for them to echo either sentiment. However, I hope you can understand that there is fear among the scientists here and for good reason. With that said, I would request that we continue in our tour of your facilities, and maybe allow me to entertain you with some questions, if you would permit. They focus mainly on the genetic code you used to create your soldiers. I am a bioengineer myself and have spent countless hours researching the possibility of the genetic fusion of a man and animal, in my own, independent attempts to create a super soldier. I openly ponder whether the administration here would be willing to share some of the scientific knowledge they procured in their latest endeavor to create a perfect warrior."

Helghan, inwardly sighed... from his right hand side he pulled a brown folder in front of him...

"Jessica, a Medical Crew attendant on a Fourhearts Air Ship that was shot down in Corporate Territory... Captured by The Zionic Forces of a Rogue Novacom Fleet, Brought here by Reichmarshal Kitain... Ensures she will not become a Birthing Vector by forcing herself to be Sick, Relatives, Captured by a Kraven Hunter Killer Team, while they were visiting the Spizanian Colony while on Vacation, Were Executed in Extermination Camp 18 Three weeks later..."

The Last statement was false, but with her inprisonment, she couldn't know any better... he hoped he would get some kind of response... After all... Her family presumed her KIA, Why wouldn't they go on a holiday to attempt to cope with her loss....

Jessica's eyed widen. Executed? Spizanian? Where the hell was that?

He has to be lying. Her family mainly visted the many nations in the Texas Region. What purpose does it serve lying to her? To get a rise out of her? What was she? Some kind of show?

Fine, he wants to play. Jess can play.

You lie. My family was killed in an aircab accident some years ago. I only have an uncle and he gets so drunk that by the sky he's going to find an early grave one way or another.

OOC: just wondering whats happening to my 2 main people (Kishi and Balter), kishi is on her way to the med's and Balter was arrested by your secret police...just wondering if he had his arm reset and is hanging upside down in a cell somewhere...and what the marine might have thought about Kishi's lil mutter.

OOC: Sorry, I had to log off before I could finish what I had to do

Sighing audibly, the rather tall and dark-skinned Dr. Musafrah turned to Dr. Wilkinson with a grim expression on his face, clearly concerned with the series of events that had just occurred. How many more interruptions would stop the tour in its tracks, and were the doctors safe in such a hostile environment? These questions burned in Musafrah's mind furiously and fueled a sudden paranoia within him. What was supposed to be an exhibition of the ghastly new Kravenite super cop had turned into a brutal fighting contest, and anyone and everyone was liable to die in the current setting. Baltar losing an arm, the shadow runner being nearly crushed to death by the Centurion, the rogue agent infiltrating the research compound. The operation had been sloppy thus far and warranted at least a certain degree of criticism. It was only proper that Dr. Musafrah was the one to voice it.

"I do not wish to exercise verbal abuse of your operation, Dr. Wilkinson, but I can't help but question the efficiency in which it has been carried out. You'll hear no qualms from me concerning the state of your Centurion; quite the contrary, he is a most impressive specimen put together by an even more impressive genetic program. However, I hold considerable doubts in the ability of your soldiers to adequately protect us, the researchers. In a sequence of fifteen minutes I have watched a colleague have his arm ripped from its socket by a shadow runner and a rogue agent infiltrate this compound with an ease reminiscent of stealing a sugary lollipop from a small child. How is it that a shadow runner was allowed to walk among us? What purpose could have allowing her inside the compound served? And how did that rogue agent bypass your security? Do you not grasp the impact of such incidents? This technology you have birthed, this weapon that you have amassed is a very valuable tool. Should the genetic code used to mold your soldiers escape this compound, I cannot even imagine the size of the hammer that would crush this complex and the country it is in. Need I remind you, Dr. Wilkinson, that the Kraven Corporation is largely considered a scourge among the global community? If word leaked that it is still alive, albeit barely, we could all be slaughtered!"

Dr. Musafrah took a brief pause, for the moment content with his stern lecturing of the security malfunctions. His concerns with the tour hadn't nearly all been voice, however, and after stroking his beard thoughtfully for a second he resumed in his speech.

"I apologize if the tone of my words seem challenging or insulting; I do not wish for them to echo either sentiment. However, I hope you can understand that there is fear among the scientists here and for good reason. With that said, I would request that we continue in our tour of your facilities, and maybe allow me to entertain you with some questions, if you would permit. They focus mainly on the genetic code you used to create your soldiers. I am a bioengineer myself and have spent countless hours researching the possibility of the genetic fusion of a man and animal, in my own, independent attempts to create a super soldier. I openly ponder whether the administration here would be willing to share some of the scientific knowledge they procured in their latest endeavor to create a perfect warrior."


"As for your question, I have some plans for you to go over, they were the Origonal Coding for the Capitol Police Prototype, once you've veiwed them, I have a proposition for you..."

The Doctor smiled, then began to laugh, at the Torrent of Security Critisms..

"Do you not think this is all planned?"

"If we wanted the Rogue Agent Dead, he would have been shot as he entered the country... and the Shadowrunner, We knew who she was before she arrived, we allowed her here, because we Know shadowrunners are some of the best fighters around, and we knew that her Ego would get the better of her... A perfect test to show the Power of a Centurian..."

"Your not Familiar with Kraven are you Doctor?" the Lead scientist laughed again... "Everything we do, Not matter how Minute, has a purpose... "

Jessica's eyed widen. Executed? Spizanian? Where the hell was that?

He has to be lying. Her family mainly visted the many nations in the Texas Region. What purpose does it serve lying to her? To get a rise out of her? What was she? Some kind of show?

Fine, he wants to play. Jess can play.

You lie. My family was killed in an aircab accident some years ago. I only have an uncle and he gets so drunk that by the sky he's going to find an early grave one way or another.


Helghan tossed her the file, there were pictures of Her family, wearing torn and tattered clothes, there hands were resting on a barbed wire fence, as Jessica would flick through the pictures, as no doubt she would, she would get to one where her entire family was swinging by a short rope from a large wooden beam...

"Don't play Games Jessica.... We are Kraven... We know what we are doing"

[OCC: Wait wait wait. You said the last statement was false. Which would imply that Jessica's family is indeed still alive. I'll assume that they are very good fakes and that fool Jessica to an extent.]

Jessica's heart was pounding. There they were. All of them. How???

Get a Grip Jessica

Jessica shook her head. She attempted to act calmly and cooly, but the effects of seeing her family hanging had gotten to her.

"You are indeed Kraven, you have killed an innocent family whom I do not know. I shall pray for their souls and mourn their loss.

[OCC: Wait wait wait. You said the last statement was false. Which would imply that Jessica's family is indeed still alive. I'll assume that they are very good fakes and that fool Jessica to an extent.]

Jessica's heart was pounding. There they were. All of them. How???

Get a Grip Jessica

Jessica shook her head. She attempted to act calmly and cooly, but the effects of seeing her family hanging had gotten to her.

"You are indeed Kraven, you have killed an innocent family whom I do not know. I shall pray for their souls and mourn their loss.

(OOC: Well done ;) )


"Do not Lie Jessica, I can see it in your eyes.... You are good I'll give you that..."

The Reichmarshal was confident know that he had broken her moraly, he had tempted her with food, and being nice... now he was playing the game on his terms...

"But the Time for Games are over Jessica, that is your family there... turn the page... you will see all of their names, and my signature warranting their Execution...."

A Kreigsmarine Entered, He clicked the heels of his jackboots together and nodded in salute...

"Reichmarshal, The Rogue Agent is in the Holding cells, he awaits your Interrogation..."

"Very well, Bring him in here...."

Clearing his throat nervously, Dr. Yequal Musafrah readjusted his laboratory coat in an effort to hide his discomfort. It wasn't necessarily the gloom and doom of the research facility that made Musafrah's stomach gurgle uneasily; Musafrah himself was an employee at the Wuertzberg Institute of Advanced Technology on the Ffarki Islands, a mysterious underworld corporation in Ttambo that was prone to abusing human rights in the name of science. He had seen atrocities performed firsthand and hadn't even blinked an eyelid. Perhaps that's why the birthing chambers hadn't horrified him like it did so many other doctors within their group. It was the idea that this institution was teeming with Kravenite Kriegsmarines and Centurions that drained the color out of his otherwise brown skin. At any given minute Wilkinson could have him terminated and no one would be the wiser. Sure, the Wuertzberg Institute would miss his passion and devotion sorely, especially considering he was one of their top technicians--but they would never find his body, and they could only search for so long. With that in mind it should've come as no surprise that the Ttamboan bioengineer began a profuse apology.

"Graciously forgive my original misgivings about the facility's protection if you will, Dr. Wilkinson," Musafrah started slowly. His accent was thick, though his English was nearly flawless. There could be no mistake about it--Musafrah was a highly educated man. "Perhaps I spoke too hastily. Understand that I am a strange man in a strange country, and am prone to rabbit-like cowardice in the face of strange armed men. I meant no offense, and I hope none was taken."

The doctor ran a gnarled hand over his balding head, fingering the little tangled white hair that remained. For a man of his profession he was a rather tall fellow, standing nearly at 6'6. He must have cut quite a comical figure standing among much shorter and squatter scientists; Wilkinson was probably dying inside as he watched this towering goon back away from even a hint of confrontation.

"But to continue with the subject at hand, I am most fascinated with the notion of overlooking these plans you speak of, Dr. Wilkinson. You understand that I have invested my life into genetic advancement and research; any information you could present me with would be most appreciated. Fear not. My work is not government sponsored...in fact, years ago my funding was cut at the University I was employed after being deemed unethical and illegal in religious doctrine. My government is against everything I stand for, thus I am forced to conduct my research where their ever-watchful eye cannot see. My attempts at creating my own super soldier have been independently sponsored and only demonstrated in the name of science. Your secrets, whatever they might be, are safe with Dr. Musafrah."

And Musafrah spoke the truth. If anything, he despised the Ttamboan monarchy and their seemingly constant hypocrisy; he could make them a military power and yet they chose to kick his work under the rug and continue to be a third world country. If it wasn't for Wuertzberg, Musafrah's research might have been lost forever all over the minor issue of legality. While his experiments on animals and humans may have been borderline torture, they were necessary for the advancement of the Ttamboan civilization. If only the royal family could see things as he did.

OOC: im still wondering who would have hired her, to be fair you dont know a shadowrunner unless a) you hired a certain one b) they let you know or c) you know something or have someone in a place you shouldnt.

With Kraven, i have a feeling (tho im shore we will talk about this via TG or inperson) that he hired Kishi for this vary reason (not all shadowrunners are the same, plus i need to work on Kishi more...im starting to think the explosives in the spin is a bit....cheezy) or he has someone in the shadowrunners shadow Corporations who has acess to all the data, or both. tho if i do have a leak and its a Kraven leak (...interesting RP idea....) i have a problem.

Anyway IC:-

Dr Kimiko watched as Kishi moved away, she had never seen a real shadowrunner befor, it was strange that the Doctor would blow her cover like that. Its not like meny people in this party knew what a shadowrunner was but still, careless.

She watched as Kishi did a quick patch up, noticeing the pills she took, Stems and others pills. Then it clicked, "Bioware" she muttered under her voice. Such things were rare, by the looks of it for Kishi recent, it explained why she had taken the pills, her body still coping with the bioware.

Kimiko walked over to the doctor, interupting Musafrah. "May i ask doctor, whats going to happen to her and Baltar?" she asked Dr Wilkinson.

Hankhels mind raced, trying to come up with a story like Musafrah's, but without being close enough to cause suspision. The truth was, he was genuinly loyal to has country and would pass everything he learned here up the ladder, assuming we was going to live. He was starting to doubt that.
Still, he needed a look at the plans.

"Forgive me, doctor, but I would be obliged to have my own glance at these plans. I know nothing much on the subject, being a weapons technicion with a now disbanded warlord state absorbed into the Boozian federation."

That was of course a huge untruth, but there were a lot of warlord states in the region of former Carlusia, and Boozia had begun a campaign to destroy them.

"I came here off a remote island off Gurstwick region, desolate place, in order to find some clandestine way to escape my country."

He had tied that in carefully with his real background. He had been out on a little island off Gurstwick, checking the readings from some new sonar bouys. Hopefully they didn't have his files. They wouldn't even need to glance at them, his service medals with the Boozian army were noted on the front cover.

bump for later.

OOC: im still wondering who would have hired her, to be fair you dont know a shadowrunner unless a) you hired a certain one b) they let you know or c) you know something or have someone in a place you shouldnt.

With Kraven, i have a feeling (tho im shore we will talk about this via TG or inperson) that he hired Kishi for this vary reason (not all shadowrunners are the same, plus i need to work on Kishi more...im starting to think the explosives in the spin is a bit....cheezy) or he has someone in the shadowrunners shadow Corporations who has acess to all the data, or both. tho if i do have a leak and its a Kraven leak (...interesting RP idea....) i have a problem.

Anyway IC:-

Dr Kimiko watched as Kishi moved away, she had never seen a real shadowrunner befor, it was strange that the Doctor would blow her cover like that. Its not like meny people in this party knew what a shadowrunner was but still, careless.

She watched as Kishi did a quick patch up, noticeing the pills she took, Stems and others pills. Then it clicked, "Bioware" she muttered under her voice. Such things were rare, by the looks of it for Kishi recent, it explained why she had taken the pills, her body still coping with the bioware.

Kimiko walked over to the doctor, interupting Musafrah. "May i ask doctor, whats going to happen to her and Baltar?" she asked Dr Wilkinson.

OOC: Corpsac, Yes I have a Kraven Agent working in your Shadowrun Corporation, we work out an RP for it on saturday


The Doctor shrugged his shoulders, "Baltar will be Executed, and Kishi will have her mind Erased, then they will be shipped back to your Corporate States" The Doctor Stated, "Kishi has served her Purpose, and I don't care who Baltar is, it was his own fault for causing a row..."

"Baltar will have died in an unfortunate 'accident'..."

"But to continue with the subject at hand, I am most fascinated with the notion of overlooking these plans you speak of, Dr. Wilkinson. You understand that I have invested my life into genetic advancement and research; any information you could present me with would be most appreciated. Fear not. My work is not government sponsored...in fact, years ago my funding was cut at the University I was employed after being deemed unethical and illegal in religious doctrine. My government is against everything I stand for, thus I am forced to conduct my research where their ever-watchful eye cannot see. My attempts at creating my own super soldier have been independently sponsored and only demonstrated in the name of science. Your secrets, whatever they might be, are safe with Dr. Musafrah."



OOC: That was an Ace Post, Glad to have you here

"We Will have the plans for you to look over at the end of the tour, but as for your super soldiers, our Projects are closely guarded secrets Doctor... I'm afraid that once you hear our Proposition, You would find it in your best Interests to accept...."

waiting for Rogue agent interrogation...

OOC: Im going to post more tomorow, I'm not feeling it at the moment, anything I come up with seems to be lacking, so just hold fire for now people

The rebirth of Kraven was at hand. This was the moment York had been waiting for. Even as his Capitol Police armed themselves and forged legions, the dark ressurection of the actual Corporation was being waited on. Though as York sat in the military-grade assault boat sailing threw the fog of the dark night he wondered to himself what he would find this facility. What horrors the Reichmarshal's were doing inside these metallic walls. Knowing Kraven, he probably would be ill before leaving. Though times were changing, a new force had to rise. Kraven was outnumbered, outgunned, and outcommanded by the Anti-Kraven Alliance and Damien Dreadfire. Though with millions of Capitol Police and a massive war industry, combined with a new loyalty to Kraven coming from the former Religious State of Jagada, it was time to bring back from the dead the Corporation that was universally hated by the World.

York looked at the Kreigsmarines on the military grade boat, he had expected Capitol Police but perhaps allowing the public or spies to see them would tip off the Anti-Kraven Alliance that Kraven wasn't fully dead. The Damien had only done a half-hearted job on Kraven. York though, had more in mind, he wanted to know the other Reichmarshals. He had no intentions of reminaing loyal to Kraven forever, so best to meet his future enemies and know them--know their minds. He'd done the same during the War Against Norris and it worked like a charm. The military-grade assault boat slowed it sailed into the metallic channel that was the unground docks to the Facility. York sat quietly as the boat appoarched the dock and then came to a sudden stop. He stood to his feet, straightened his Kraven Uniform, which was black and remained him of the SS Uniforms of Nazi Germany. He got his mind into focus and walked out of the small room on the boat he'd been placed in for protection, he immiedately recieved salutes from the Kriegsmarines. As York made his way towards the dock he saw another man, dressed in similar uniforms he must have been a Reichmarshal. York wasn't a Reichmarshal though, he'd recenetly been promoted to Oberst Stadt Furher of Jagada. He also noticed some doctors in white labcoats.

York stepped out of the boat, and removed his black and dark grey cap and extended his hand to the Reichmarshall, "Greetings Riechmarshall....?" asked York.

Ahmed watched the combat, sickened, as he saw the Centurian slam the Shadowrunner into a wall with a bone-crunching noise. As soon as it began, the combat was over, and Ahmed groped through the room for a wastebasket, where he vomited profusely.

He pulled himself off the ground weakly, and said to the lead scientist, "I'm feeling somewhat ill, as you can see..Can the Kriegsmarines escort me to my car?"

He was terrified of what the rest of the tour would show..He had seen many things in his life, but this was the worst. It was clean, it was efficient, it was diabolically evil...Kraven.

York stepped out of the boat, and removed his black and dark grey cap and extended his hand to the Reichmarshall, "Greetings Riechmarshall....?" asked York.


"Stiener" The Reichmarshal spoke, while Clicking the heels of his Jackboots together and giving him the traditional slight nod of the head and a sligh curvature of the back, "Welcome to the Facility Oberst Stadt Furher"

"If you can Sign in here, and show me your Papers, I'll organise a Capitol Police security detachment to escort you to the lower levels of the Building, Reichmarshal Helghan is waiting to see you in his Office, he has an Interesting display in mind for you" Stieners, like Helghans accent was a thick Russian one, while the peoples were Germanic, their Russian Ancestry gave them odd accents...

The Scientists still stood at the back of the waiting people, not yet speaking, waiting to be either introduced or spoken to....

York smiled and nodded. He grabbed his personal pen and quickly scribbled his signature on the form. He looked back up at Reichmarshal Steiner, "Ah, very good then. I have been eager to meet Reichmarshal Helghan."

York then noticed the scientist remaining every so quiet, "I suppose he is of some importance to this project. You don't look like the kind of man who simply carrys pet scientists around, Reichmarshal."

[[OOC Kraven: Thanks dude, I appreciate the compliment and look forward to working with you on future character roleplays.]]

As Wilkinson spoke, the reality of the situation began to sink in; if Dr. Musafrah wanted to see the light of tomorrow, he would be forced to submit to the conditions of his captors or face almost certain death. The prospect of working under Kravenite command was highly unappealing given the leadership in charge and the recent fall of the corporation, but it appeared as if the Ttamboan doctor had little other choice than to accept whatever conditions were asked of him. These were brutal men he was dealing with; intelligent, but insanely brutal. Even the most polite objections could earn his head a spot on a wooden pole. With a hint of defeat apparent in his voice, Dr. Musafrah replied to Wilkinson's initial comments gingerly, making sure to choose his words very carefully.

"Ah...I see. The circumstances of this exhibition have now been made much clearer to my eyes. If that is the case, doctor, than I insist we continue with the tour. I am eager to hear what services you would ask of me."

A great weight sat itself on Musafrah's shoulders, and he suddenly became aware of his exhaustion. It had been a long, gory day and the Ttamboan bioengineer was beginning to feel its taxation on his body. Of course, sleep was merely secondary at this point; all that mattered now was that the doctor lived to see the morning. As the group of researchers stood huddled in the sleek, metallic walls of the underground complex, Dr. Musafrah's mind began to excrete a hundred thousand emotions. Fear, anxiety, nervousness. Yet on the other side of the spectrum, there were positive rewards from working under the Kravenite eye. For one, their means of technology was far superior to that of Ttambo's; Yequal would have a whole new field of science before his hands to work with. And for another, they'd probably take good care of him financially, as long as he continued to cooperate. But the scientist's optimistic thoughts were soon cut short by the grating voice of the doctor from Nova Boozia.

"Forgive me, doctor, but I would be obliged to have my own glance at these plans. I know nothing much on the subject, being a weapons technician with a now disbanded warlord state absorbed into the Boozian federation."

Dr. Musafrah responded to the sudden interest in these plans with a smirk on his face and biting sarcasm riddled throughout his tone.

"If you know not much on the subject, I am curious as to why you'd care to review these plans. The genetic development of super soldiers goes far beyond your field of expertise, sir. I openly question your motive."

Ahmed watched the combat, sickened, as he saw the Centurian slam the Shadowrunner into a wall with a bone-crunching noise. As soon as it began, the combat was over, and Ahmed groped through the room for a wastebasket, where he vomited profusely.

He pulled himself off the ground weakly, and said to the lead scientist, "I'm feeling somewhat ill, as you can see..Can the Kriegsmarines escort me to my car?"

He was terrified of what the rest of the tour would show..He had seen many things in his life, but this was the worst. It was clean, it was efficient, it was diabolically evil...Kraven.

The Kreigsmarine Just looked at the Doctor... Ignoring the Request...

There was something about this tour, that made the Scientists feel more like Prisoners... than Guests....

[[OOC Kraven: Thanks dude, I appreciate the compliment and look forward to working with you on future character roleplays.]]

As Wilkinson spoke, the reality of the situation began to sink in; if Dr. Musafrah wanted to see the light of tomorrow, he would be forced to submit to the conditions of his captors or face almost certain death. The prospect of working under Kravenite command was highly unappealing given the leadership in charge and the recent fall of the corporation, but it appeared as if the Ttamboan doctor had little other choice than to accept whatever conditions were asked of him. These were brutal men he was dealing with; intelligent, but insanely brutal. Even the most polite objections could earn his head a spot on a wooden pole. With a hint of defeat apparent in his voice, Dr. Musafrah replied to Wilkinson's initial comments gingerly, making sure to choose his words very carefully.

"Ah...I see. The circumstances of this exhibition have now been made much clearer to my eyes. If that is the case, doctor, than I insist we continue with the tour. I am eager to hear what services you would ask of me."

A great weight sat itself on Musafrah's shoulders, and he suddenly became aware of his exhaustion. It had been a long, gory day and the Ttamboan bioengineer was beginning to feel its taxation on his body. Of course, sleep was merely secondary at this point; all that mattered now was that the doctor lived to see the morning. As the group of researchers stood huddled in the sleek, metallic walls of the underground complex, Dr. Musafrah's mind began to excrete a hundred thousand emotions. Fear, anxiety, nervousness. Yet on the other side of the spectrum, there were positive rewards from working under the Kravenite eye. For one, their means of technology was far superior to that of Ttambo's; Yequal would have a whole new field of science before his hands to work with. And for another, they'd probably take good care of him financially, as long as he continued to cooperate. But the scientist's optimistic thoughts were soon cut short by the grating voice of the doctor from Nova Boozia.



Dr. Musafrah responded to the sudden interest in these plans with a smirk on his face and biting sarcasm riddled throughout his tone.

"If you know not much on the subject, I am curious as to why you'd care to review these plans. The genetic development of super soldiers goes far beyond your field of expertise, sir. I openly question your motive."


The Doctor nodded, glad that the Ttambo Doctor had finaly worked out why he was brought here, why his invitiation was sent to him, and why his questions had been answered to the best of his Hosts abilities, and why at his request of seeing Secret Documents, he was out right denied and, or Shot...

"Well, Its been a long day Gentlemen, and ladies, I think we have all had a very testing day, please, if you would all follow me, there is food available, It's been such a vibrant day, I completely forgot I haven't eaten for several hours..."

"Come, let us dine..."

"We will discuss more of, your query, Doctor Musafra, it is indeed interesting that you bring up such an Observation, perhaps your Generous host will be more interested in knowing than I.... we shall find out..."


The Doctor Gestured towards a long Corridor, heading off to the left of the Cage, it was where the rogue agent had been taken away by the Kreigsmarine guards, no doubt the party was very hungry, and the prospect of food would ensure they followed the Kreigsmarine escort, and The Project Leader...

After several minutes walk, and moving through a dark and dank, poorly lit Prison Cell area, the party reached two large Oak Doors, with in the Centre a Twin Hammer symbol of Kraven...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/Kraven.jpg

It split in the middle as the Two Kreigsmarine Guards swung the door open, inside was a huge wooden table, that looked incredibly expensive, and on the table was a mountain of food, various different types, Chicken, Pig, even Swan, there was no expense spared in this feast, plates lined the table...

But at one end was a Girl, Jessica, she was ill looking, thin and gaunt with her features...

Sat at the head of the table however, was Helghan.... Reichmarshal Helghan... Infamous, Known as "The Butcher" for his attrocities during the Kraven Occupation of Psyker Bearzerkers, Slovania, Numonica and Concremo, responsible for over 2.9bn deaths...

"Ah... My Guests have arrived.... Please take a seat and Enjoy the food I have had prepared for you..."

The walls of the room were a deep red, beautifull, the floor was an obsidian black marble, and across the Room hung huge banners of the Corporation, the Twin Hammers...

Helghan sat, leaning on his elbow, one hand resting on the other chair arm, his black uniform resembled the Nazi Uniforms of the SS, but was slightly different in design, the red Arm band sported the twin hammers, and the symbol on his black officers cap, a Red, double headed Eagle...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/SecretPolice.jpg


A Few moments later, the Rogue Agent was brought into the room by his Kreigsmarine Guards, and then after than, York, the Oberst Stadt Furher of Jagada, with his Capitol Police Security Detachment.... Despite Reichmarshal Stieners pleasant welcome, he hadn't spoken since he'd checked Yorks papers, there was no further need for him to speak, he was more concerned in getting York to Helghans office...

OOC: Corpsac, Yes I have a Kraven Agent working in your Shadowrun Corporation, we work out an RP for it on saturday


The Doctor shrugged his shoulders, "Baltar will be Executed, and Kishi will have her mind Erased, then they will be shipped back to your Corporate States" The Doctor Stated, "Kishi has served her Purpose, and I don't care who Baltar is, it was his own fault for causing a row..."

"Baltar will have died in an unfortunate 'accident'..."

Kimiko smiled, "really....tho to be fair, theres no point erasing Kishis mind what happens here stays with her. Since you know so much about her im shore you know shes bound by the laws of the runners not to discuss anything that happened here apart from her Handler and her emplyer. Since you knew so much....i have a feeling your her employer." Kimiko replyed looking up, "these sort of missions are what make a runner a runner, a test of will and body. but make shore that this "accident" baltar has, if you decide to keep the runners mind intact, is seen by her. The Council will be more inclinded to belive such a story from a runner rather then.....someone not of the Corporate States."

Kimiko turned back to one of the techies she was talking to befor and carryed on talking to him about the weapon system, altho the tech talked much she knew that there were something she couldnt ask as she would get no answer.

The Doctor nodded, glad that the Ttambo Doctor had finaly worked out why he was brought here, why his invitiation was sent to him, and why his questions had been answered to the best of his Hosts abilities, and why at his request of seeing Secret Documents, he was out right denied and, or Shot...

"Well, Its been a long day Gentlemen, and ladies, I think we have all had a very testing day, please, if you would all follow me, there is food available, It's been such a vibrant day, I completely forgot I haven't eaten for several hours..."

"Come, let us dine..."

"We will discuss more of, your query, Doctor Musafra, it is indeed interesting that you bring up such an Observation, perhaps your Generous host will be more interested in knowing than I.... we shall find out..."


The Doctor Gestured towards a long Corridor, heading off to the left of the Cage, it was where the rogue agent had been taken away by the Kreigsmarine guards, no doubt the party was very hungry, and the prospect of food would ensure they followed the Kreigsmarine escort, and The Project Leader...

After several minutes walk, and moving through a dark and dank, poorly lit Prison Cell area, the party reached two large Oak Doors, with in the Centre a Twin Hammer symbol of Kraven...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/Kraven.jpg

It split in the middle as the Two Kreigsmarine Guards swung the door open, inside was a huge wooden table, that looked incredibly expensive, and on the table was a mountain of food, various different types, Chicken, Pig, even Swan, there was no expense spared in this feast, plates lined the table...

But at one end was a Girl, Jessica, she was ill looking, thin and gaunt with her features...

Sat at the head of the table however, was Helghan.... Reichmarshal Helghan... Infamous, Known as "The Butcher" for his attrocities during the Kraven Occupation of Psyker Bearzerkers, Slovania, Numonica and Concremo, responsible for over 2.9bn deaths...

"Ah... My Guests have arrived.... Please take a seat and Enjoy the food I have had prepared for you..."

The walls of the room were a deep red, beautifull, the floor was an obsidian black marble, and across the Room hung huge banners of the Corporation, the Twin Hammers...

Helghan sat, leaning on his elbow, one hand resting on the other chair arm, his black uniform resembled the Nazi Uniforms of the SS, but was slightly different in design, the red Arm band sported the twin hammers, and the symbol on his black officers cap, a Red, double headed Eagle...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/SecretPolice.jpg


A Few moments later, the Rogue Agent was brought into the room by his Kreigsmarine Guards, and then after than, York, the Oberst Stadt Furher of Jagada, with his Capitol Police Security Detachment.... Despite Reichmarshal Stieners pleasant welcome, he hadn't spoken since he'd checked Yorks papers, there was no further need for him to speak, he was more concerned in getting York to Helghans office...


The rogue looked around. His armor absorbing the little light that was shining on him. Only his eyes of blood red could be seen in the shadow. His breathing unhearable, his movements swift, yet perfect. His armor made no sounds as he stepped into sight. His large body, or the constan steroid injections from his suit, made it way to a chair. The Rogue sat and looked at the food. Then with the a head twich his helmet disengaged, showing his face. His hair long and black, his face clam with a large X scare cut across his eys. The Rogue Agent was blind. His only sight was from the suits helmet which sent the pictures into his mind directly. His other senses though where unmatched. especially his senses of smell and hearing. He looked forward and waited for the signal to eat. But a scent crossed his nose. The smell of fear and hatred.....

Jessica pondered what made her so unique as to present for such...company.

Perhaps this was part of Kraven's bigger game?

It was with a degree of skepticism that Dr. Musafrah eyed the feast before him, wary of the danger of poison or perhaps even worse. However, it wasn't long before he figured out the food was safe; if the Kriegsmarines had wanted him dead there were much more 'imaginative' ways to go about it. Gesturing towards an empty chair as if to ask Helghan if he was allowed to sit, Musafrah answered his own question by taking his place at the large table, his wary eyes hungrily washing over the food before him.

Though he was used to the spices and tangy sauces used in Ttamboan cuisine, it was always a treat to be exposed to foreign culture; food preparation was one of the best ways to have this done. Yequal flashed an edgy smile to his host as he suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat wavy with uncertainty. He was aware of Helghan's atrocious reputation and wasn't about to make himself comfortable in the presence of a mass murderer. The wrong word could have Musafrah's brains splattered on the black marble floor of the dining chambers.

"Reichmarshall Helghan, you have been a supreme host if you would allow me to say so. Your facilities are state of the art, and your staff is top notch. I thank you profusely for this meal you've laid before us--it is an honor to be eating with such a prominent political figure."

Musafrah ran a trembling hand over his balding head, eagerly awaiting a reply from his seemingly new master. As he did so, his eyes briefly wandered over the newcomers, curious but not overzealous. He would learn their purpose in the Kravenite scheme of life in due time. As of right now he was on a need to know basis.

bump for Kraven....

It was with a degree of skepticism that Dr. Musafrah eyed the feast before him, wary of the danger of poison or perhaps even worse. However, it wasn't long before he figured out the food was safe; if the Kriegsmarines had wanted him dead there were much more 'imaginative' ways to go about it. Gesturing towards an empty chair as if to ask Helghan if he was allowed to sit, Musafrah answered his own question by taking his place at the large table, his wary eyes hungrily washing over the food before him.

Though he was used to the spices and tangy sauces used in Ttamboan cuisine, it was always a treat to be exposed to foreign culture; food preparation was one of the best ways to have this done. Yequal flashed an edgy smile to his host as he suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat wavy with uncertainty. He was aware of Helghan's atrocious reputation and wasn't about to make himself comfortable in the presence of a mass murderer. The wrong word could have Musafrah's brains splattered on the black marble floor of the dining chambers.

"Reichmarshall Helghan, you have been a supreme host if you would allow me to say so. Your facilities are state of the art, and your staff is top notch. I thank you profusely for this meal you've laid before us--it is an honor to be eating with such a prominent political figure."

Musafrah ran a trembling hand over his balding head, eagerly awaiting a reply from his seemingly new master. As he did so, his eyes briefly wandered over the newcomers, curious but not overzealous. He would learn their purpose in the Kravenite scheme of life in due time. As of right now he was on a need to know basis.


Helghan bowed his head slightly as Musafrah spoke, acknowledging him, Helghans eyes were always obscured by the peak of his officers cap, Helghan didn't need to see who he was talking to, his presence automaticaly commanded respect, and anyone who believed otherwise was often shot, or in the case of Jessica, toyed with...

"Hmmm, Doctor Musafrah, you are slightly mistaken, I'm not a Political figure, but rather a Soldier, I have no interest in politics, I just follow Orders" Helghan paused, Tearing a chicken wing from a large cooked chicken...

"Please, everyone Enjoy what I have had prepared for you..."

"I thankyou Doctor Musrfrah, Kraven prides itself on the ability to build a Secure fortress so to speak, you would have marvelled at The Citadel, before those vile Freeks decided to march through my home lands..."

Helghan began to eat from the chicken wing, pulling bits off with his hand and chewing on it before swallowing, then taking a drink from a large tankard of blood red wine...

Helghans voice mimicked the Ttambo's accent, in the fact that it was thick with a russian, as he spoke in english, the universal language...

"We have some evening entertainment for you, I'm sure you will find it most entertaining, but first we eat, if you have any questions about Kraven or myself, please now is the time to ask them..."

Despite Helghans reputation, he was being remarkably friendly, but as anyone would know, with an almost psychopathic Military Commander, he was prone to sudden mood changes..

The slightly greened Dr. Jaceen sat down, eyeing his food suspiciously. Perhaps the food was poisoned? No, he thought, If they wanted to dispose of me they would have done so by now. I've seen too much.

He picked up a chicken breast and began to devour it hungrily. He saw Jessica across the table from him, saw the emaciated, sickly soul trapped in the Kraven Corporation's facility. He looked at Reichsmarshal Helghan and said,

"Who's she?"

The slightly greened Dr. Jaceen sat down, eyeing his food suspiciously. Perhaps the food was poisoned? No, he thought, If they wanted to dispose of me they would have done so by now. I've seen too much.

He picked up a chicken breast and began to devour it hungrily. He saw Jessica across the table from him, saw the emaciated, sickly soul trapped in the Kraven Corporation's facility. He looked at Reichsmarshal Helghan and said,

"Who's she?"

Helghan passed over the File he'd handed to Jessica, it contained pictures of what appeared to be her family, her home, her entire life condensed into this one dossier, then one picture of her entire family hanging from a large wooden beam, by a short length of rope, tied around their necks.... then underneath the Warrent for their Execution, Signed for by Helghan himself...

Of course, the photographs were fake, and the family, probably still at their home, still mourning the passing of Jessica...

Although, Jessica did not know this..

"Its all in there..." Helghan spoke, eyeing up the nervous Doctor suspicously...

Ahmed read the report with horror. Sent to the Concremo warzone under the flag of the Red Cross, shot down by a Zeon fleet, captured by Reichsmarshal Helghan, moved to Concremo, moved again when the Corporation fell, and Jessica finally sat pitifully in a Whyatican underground facility.

This woman has gone around the world and back... Ahmed thought. He looked at the pictures of her family hanging, and her house, and he closed the report and slid it back across the table to Helghan wordlessly. He picked up a dinner roll, and ate it slowly, eyeing the man who had ordered the execution of millions...

After patiently watching the other guests gather plates full of food, Dr. Musafrah stretched a gnarled hand out across the table and began piling on all manner of foreign foods onto his dish. The experience was somewhat enlightening, for Musafrah was used to eating fried buzzsaw beetles and monkey brains; swan and chicken were hardly conventional in Ttamboan cuisine. The doctor ate with nervous reservation, always keeping an eye on his host and the guests that surrounded him. Any minute Reichmarshall Helghan was liable to lash out with a moody bout of violence or anger; they hadn't named him the butcher for nothing. Yet as the verbal exchange between the Whyatican doctor and the Reichmarshal wore on, the outbursts never came. Helghan seemed unusually civilized for a mass murderer.

Slowly Musafrah pulled the thick-rimmed glasses from his nose and cleaned the lenses on his lab coat, his mouth still processing a large piece of swan. The food was rich with flavor and clearly prepared by professors of the culinary arts. Dr. Musafrah couldn't remember the last time he'd tasted such strange and delicious foods. Coughing slightly as if to flag the attention of the table, the Ttamboan native chose to spoke once more in reply to his host's original comments.

"Forgive me, Reichmarshal, for my improper classification of your occupation. With a table of tantalizing foodstuffs piled before me, I could hardly think straight when I originally addressed you."

A sly smile stretched across Dr. Musafrah's face. For a man who'd been buried in books his entire life, he could turn on the charm when he needed to.

"There are some questions I would ask of you, however. What purpose does this girl Jessica serve in relation to the scientists gathered here today? And who is the gentleman with the lame eyesight? This is all so very confusing, Reichmarshal, though I'm sure there is a grand scheme we have yet to smell out."

With his appetite freshly quenched, Musafrah had gathered a good bit of confidence, though he was still a little jittery. His host's intentions, if they were indeed of a violent nature, had yet to be proven of ill-will and the food had been terrific. Perhaps this experience hadn't been as negative as Musafrah previously believed.

After patiently watching the other guests gather plates full of food, Dr. Musafrah stretched a gnarled hand out across the table and began piling on all manner of foreign foods onto his dish. The experience was somewhat enlightening, for Musafrah was used to eating fried buzzsaw beetles and monkey brains; swan and chicken were hardly conventional in Ttamboan cuisine. The doctor ate with nervous reservation, always keeping an eye on his host and the guests that surrounded him. Any minute Reichmarshall Helghan was liable to lash out with a moody bout of violence or anger; they hadn't named him the butcher for nothing. Yet as the verbal exchange between the Whyatican doctor and the Reichmarshall wore on, the outbursts never came. Helghan seemed unusually civilized for a mass murderer.

Slowly Musafrah pulled the thick-rimmed glasses from his nose and cleaned the lenses on his lab coat, his mouth still processing a large piece of swan. The food was rich with flavor and clearly prepared by professors of the culinary arts. Dr. Musafrah couldn't remember the last time he'd tasted such strange and delicious foods. Coughing slightly as if to flag the attention of the table, the Ttamboan native chose to spoke once more in reply to his host's original comments.

"Forgive me, Reichmarshall, for my improper classification of your occupation. With a table of tantalizing foodstuffs piled before me, I could hardly think straight when I originally addressed you."

A sly smile stretched across Dr. Musafrah's face. For a man who'd been buried in books his entire life, he could turn on the charm when he needed to.

"There are some questions I would ask of you, however. What purpose does this girl Jessica serve in relation to the scientists gathered here today? And who is the gentleman with the lame eyesight? This is all so very confusing, Reichmarshall, though I'm sure there is a grand scheme we have yet to smell out."

With his appetite freshly quenched, Musafrah had gathered a good bit of confidence, though he was still a little jittery. His host's intentions, if they were indeed of a violent nature, had yet to be proven of ill-will and the food had been terrific. Perhaps this experience hadn't been as negative as Musafrah previously believed.


"Well... that question will be answered shortly..."

With a Nod, the Two Kriegsmarine guards dragged Jessica from the table, the guards grabbed her arms, and pulled her backwards, tipping the chair over on its back legs, her own legs, lashed out from the force of the two guards pulling her, Kicking the table and over tipping some of the bottles of red wine...

no doubt she began to kick and scream, as they did so, but with in a few moments, her screams would have been drowned out by the large oak doors, and the distance between herself and the guests...

"As for our Lame eyed friend here... He will be putting on a little display for us, he will be hunted down by a unit of Centurians, a display on Squad capabilities..."

Helghan was un-naturaly un-phased in the way the Two Kreigsmarine guards had dragged the girl away, most of the scientists had a look of horror on their faces, but quickly continued to eat, barely taking their eyes off their food...

The rogue only looked at the food. If he was going to fight them as a squad. He would have to give them a show. The rogue then took one bite of the food. he only chewed once. He then looked up and said..

" This food is not posioned, but laced..... With a wonderful spice. I haven't had foo like this in sometime...."

Something about the food wasn't right and the rogue knew it...... you dont live as an assasin without knowing the trick of the trade.

Jessica kicked and screamed wildly and with all her strength attempted to break free of the Kraven's grip. However, the Kraven were to strong for her in her weakend condidtion.

The rogues ears perked as her screams became more of fear then of struggle. Soon it would be his turn. His turn to fight the new killer of the free world. But this did not trouble the rogue. He embraced death....

I need a defibulator...... clear....... BUMP

"Sir," the Neo Kravenite scientist said as he turned to the Reichmarshall, "Perhaps when we have some time I could talk to you alone about recent... developments."

More volts, it not working.......Clear....BUMP

*Doesn't actually have a heart, But anyway, Post will be up later tonight*

"Sir, is this the end of the tour? I would still be most interested in a conversation with one of your Centurians."

Hankhels' mind raced. They had seen too much. That was blatantly obvious. A pre-emptive strike could cripple this operation, and the Kraven hopes of return. So what would happen to him? He dared not ask, for fear of a demonstration. Death seemed the simple solution. A clean, quiet, Kraven type of death...his eyes jerked involuntarily to the stain on the wall.

The two Kreigsmarines had now dragged Jessica into a pure white medical Room, there was not a stain on the wall, the lights were bright fluorescant, and were harshly bright against the white sugical walls, the Kreigsmarines pushed Jessica into a Medical, Dentists style chair, where they strapped both her arms and her legs down, They let go, Jessica would be unable to move, even if she struggled, the straps were incredibly tight...

They stood at the Door through which they entered, and waited...


--- Helghans Office ---

"Gentlemen... If would accompany me now, down to our Science labs, I have an Interesting Experiment to show you.." Helghan spoke, getting up out of his seat...

One Scientist Asked..

"Sir, is this the end of the tour? I would still be most interested in a conversation with one of your Centurians." Helghan shook his head..

"No this is not the end of the Tour, there will be plenty of time for you to Ask questions, before the end, No if you will accompany me..."


After several minutes, the party had arrived down stairs, and into a large room, where several seats were set out, each one facing into a surgical white room, where jessica was currently sat...

"Gentlemen, you have heard about them, you fear them, they are the Epitome of Kravens military machine... The Sardaukar..." Helghan spoke, looking at Jessica through the Glass, sick... sick smile upon his face..

"Now.. you will see first hand, How one is Created..."

At that time, Jessica's family was placing roses at her grave.

Jessica's mother was crying and praying through the tears.

Dear God,
Please give my daughter's soul peace. May the winds guide her to your side. Please give our family peace and the strenth to carry on....


Jessica's mother continued to pray. She never actaully stopped beliving that she had died, but rather still harbored hope that somewhere her daughter's heart was beating.

And indeed, Jessica's heart was beating very rapidly.

The Doctors now filed into the room, one of them pushing a trolley in, on the metal trolley, was several titanium items that took the form of a bone, there were enough for each bone in the hand, and enough to replace the bone in the fore arm...

The Doctors moved over towards the Medical chair and prepared, doctors started washing their hands, and putting on their surgical gear, all the time the audience watched, as Jessica was unable to help herself...

The Doctors now prepared, picking up a scalpel, he began to speak...

"First I am about to make a small incision in her lower, little finger"

the scalpel, slipped into her skin, and with a small movement, the skin had parted, Jessica let out a sickening scream, as the pain shot through her nerves...

The Doctor pulled apart the skin, in her little finger, using a pair of surgical scissors, that were blunted to prevent the skin being cut any further...

with the Skin held apart, the Doctor now pulled out a pair of surgical plyers, their were heavy in construction, he slid the two jaws in and around the bone, where with a few movements, the Bone cracked and was disconnected from the Ligaments, and the cartilage that acts as the joint...

Taking up the Titanium equivalent, the Doctor slipped it into position, and with a small synthetic welding tool, locked the ligaments, and cartalidge into place..

"Once, I have replaced the first bone with the Titanium Chassis, I need to place several injections here and here, these will stimulate the cartalidge to strengthen and become more fluid and flexable, while at the same time, two injections here and here will strengthen and make the Ligaments more powerfull, once the hand is completed, her grip strength will have increased dramatically..."

The Increadibly painfull surgery continued for on, each bone being removed then systematicaly replaced with the titanium equivalent, after around half an hour, the had had been completely replaced, and sown up, it was now the hand of a Sardaukar....

If Jessica was to look down, her hand would have been covered in blood, and look swollen and painfull...

One Doctor began to shave her head, prepearing to carefull remove her skull a section at a time...

Her arm was now cut along the fore arm, exposing the bone once again, the two doctors now gripped either end of the bone, then with a sickening crack, that sounded like someone tearing the limb off a large cooked chicken, the bone was removed and put to one side, the bone was covered in blood... and placed on the table...

The titanium equivalent was lifted into place, then sliding it into the fleshy gap, the bone was locked in place, a welding torch was lit, and several areas of the new bone, were welded shut, and several augmentations including Servos, to ensure that the hand and fingers would operate correctly, were implace, a neural dampener was also locked in place, preventing Jessica from feeling pain in that arm, the Titanium chassis in her arm was now finished and the Doctors quickly sowed up the arm, and prepared to add the next bit...

"As you can see, we have completed the first section, from her elbow down is now the arm of a Sardaukar, her grip, and fore arm strength are three times her former strength, and she will also find that her joints and ligaments will react and move much more fluidly...."

The Doctors paused for a moment, while the prepared to start the next bit....

the rest of her arm, and her body...

Within a few minutes, the Scietists had returned with another trolley, a Metal skull, enough Titanium ribs to replace each one, and the rest of the arm...

in addition was a long metal spine, and various other augmentations that was going to replace every part of her body...

"Now, We shall continue the procedure..."

Ahmed thought,
No..How can they do this to a woman? To an awake woman..Kraven has to be stopped. This is the highest of all evils..

Without realizing it, he bolted to his feet. The Kriegsmarines in the room were too busy enthralled with the surgery, one man chuckled and mentioned something about popcorn to his partner. The foreign scientists sat scribbling on their pads furiously, as it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them..The chance to see a fully awake woman transformed into one of the feared Sardaukar.

Ahmed was no longer in control of his own body. He ran at the closest Kriegsmarine to him, and tackled him with a sickening crunch. Ahmed played intramural football when he was studying at Whyatica City University, so he was no weakling. In the chaos, Ahmed grabbed the Kriegsmarine pistol and unloaded a round into the Kriegsmarine's head. He rolled over, and fired a second round at the other marine, which entered his skull and exited into the wall.

Chaos ensued in the room, as the scientists all attempted to take cover from the mad Whyatican scientist. Ahmed grabbed the 303 bolt action rifle from a dead marine, and ran into the doctor's surgery room. He pointed the rifle at the doctor, and yelled, "Drop your instruments, now!"

He intended to at least attempt to save the poor Fourhearts girl..

For decades, the people of Fourhearts had assumed they were an ordinary people. Well, as ordinary as you could be when you lived in the skies.

Heartsmen had uncanny intuition. They knew when something was going on, they could feel it when their loved ones were hurt, they were never suprised by the rain.

This seemed normal and natrual to them. Unknown to an entire nation, Heartsmen were developing mental ablities that far exceeded normal human paramenters.

So, when Jessica Hart screamed from the pain, she was not the only one who felt it.

The Scientists Dropped their Tools, and held up their hands...


Helghan furious, Barked Orders, through a Microphone, and the Sirens of the Facility began to wail out, the normaly bright Flourescant lights, were now changed to a Dull red... Emergency Status Lights...

The Thunder of Capitol Police Exiting their Garrison could be heard through out the facility, these armoured behemoths covering the distance, running with inhuman speed, their GPMG's held ready, The Whyatican Scientist was about to get a Short sharp Shock....

"AHHHHHIIIIIEEEEE!"

Jessica's father caught Mrs. Hart in midfall. Jessica's mother had screamed loudly for no reason and was clutching her hand.

"What's wrong baby? What's wrong?!"

Jessica's mother continued to scream and clutch her hand. Mr. Hart, a former fullback in High School, scooped up his wife and rushed her to Juliana Medical Centre.

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Jessica's mother was not the only one to feel Jessica's pain. The Royal Family had always had a close connection with the people, but genetics had determined that the Heart Family would have a closer connection that was first known.

Prince Drake, on his way to vist the leadership of the coalition, clutched his hand and winced. He didn't cry out, but he knew something was terrible wrong.

Something was happening. Something terrible. Something...something...

"PILOT! Turn this ship around!

Ahmed, pointing his rifle at the scientists all the while, unstrapped Jessica, hauled her over his shoulder, and ran out an open door. He saw a Kriegsmarine ahead of him, and unloaded a high-powered rifle round at his chest. The Kriegsmarine fell over, and Ahmed picked up his rifle and handed it to Jessica's good hand while he continued to run.

While he was touring the facility, he saw a map, and he saw a naval dockyard. It housed several Torment class submarines and a refitted Ticonderoga-W cruiser. Ahmed ran towards the unused service elevator, and he wanted to get to the Ticonderoga-W in the bays. He heard about this from a loose-lipped worker in the halls, he found out that it was nearly totally automated..The next generation of unmanned naval ships..

They entered the service elevator, and he punched for the lowest level, Z-9, "Dock".

It began a quick descent, wrenching the guts of Ahmed and Jessica..

The Capitol Police chased after Jessica and the Scientist, their heavy jackboots making distinct sounds behind them, GPMG rounds hammered off the floor and walls around them....

Helghan was Furious, he strode into the Science lab, and put two rounds in the Cowardly scientists, before finishing off the two wounded Kreigsmarine, and shooting another for not preventing Jessicas escape...

Helghan Strode after them, climbing down a steel step ladder and striding along a Gantry...

The Capitol Police had reached the Controls for the lift and withing a few minutes had shut it down, forcing Jessica and the Scientist, to have to exit and head across the gantry, where Helghan was waiting for them...

The King also felt the effects of Jessica's torture as well. The King had felt this only one other time.

When his wife had died.

So when the King felt his arm ache and heard screaming in his head he immediatly ordered a report on every single important person in Fourhearts and he placed the Fleet on high alert.

Something was wrong

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Meanwhile, Jessica was waking up.

As she opened her eyes she realized that she was no longer strapped down and a man with a rifle was looking down at her with a worried look.

"Helghan..." Ahmed said, as the adrenaline rush pushed him further through the bowels of the Kraven Whyatica facility. He aimed a quick shot of his .303 Bolt Action rifle, and fired at Helghan, the killer of billions..

All the hate in his mind, everything he ever felt about the Kraven Corporation was summed up in that one bullet, the fatal shot that may kill the Executioner..

Helghan took the bullet to the chest, he staggered backwards as the force of the round hit him, his body armour took the brunt of the impact, but it was enough for him to loose his balance, and go over the railing, falling down through the level, until landing on the glass roof of an Acid Compound container, Helghan howled as he fell, and screamed in agony as the Glass and Acid touched his flesh, burning him, searing his flesh, destroying his features...

This looked like the End of the "Butcher"

Chaos. Confusion. Anarchy. The bullets, the blood, the howling, the experiment; they had all managed to swim together and meet at the center, twirling around Dr. Yequal Musafrah's head like a wild merry-go-round. The violence that had unfolded in just a mere matter of minutes was enough to put any man off his guard, and before Musafrah could regain full control of his senses it was with mild embarrassment that he discovered his pants had grown rather moist. Sharply snapping his head from left to right, it was with restrained horror that the Ttamboan doctor watched Helghan unload multiple rounds into the scientists around him, splattering blood and bits of organ onto Yequal's neatly pressed blue lab coat. As the Reichmarshall disappeared down a ladder in the distance, the bioengineer slumped to the ground, his gnarled old hands shaking rebelliously as he held his head.

All over some nobody, some miscellaneous girl. A random civilian, some loopy Fourhearts woman had caused an entire laboratory to blow up in arms, and now dozens of people lay around him, eyes empty of life, blood dribbling out of their mouths and pooling on the floor in massive puddles. All this had been in the name of science--yet it was incomprehensible that a simple medical doctor like the Whyatican could've appreciated that fact. Still, to tackle a Kriegsmarine and kill a half dozen Kravenites? Not only was it audacious, but it was revoltingly insane! The experiment, though setting back the civil rights movement at least three hundred years, had been standard procedure. Was the Whyatican naive enough to believe that such practices were unheard of in foreign countries these days? Whatever the case, the incident was now in the past and the doctor was living in the present. A course of action needed to be decided, a plan of escape was to be concocted.

The KanabiTek employee slowly rose to his feet, still trembling from watching his life flash before his eyes. His panting was heavy, his eyes were teary, and his pants were soaked through and through, but somehow Dr. Musafrah found the courage to make his way down the ladder that Helghan had taken and start wandering through the facility. Volleys of machine gun fire were apparent in the background, as were the hollers of Kriegsmarines barking orders to their underlings, but Musafrah made no qualms about it. At this point his only concern was seeing tomorrow. Hastily he found his way to the nearest elevator and punched in the key for the ground level. Make no mistake about it; he was fighting for his life.

And than it dawned on him in a most horrific fashion that the blind man, the rogue agent, was running somewhere free. He could be anywhere; in the rafters, pursuing Helghan, outside the facility, or worse...tracking Musafrah. And why wouldn't he? What was the probability that any of them would make it out of this madhouse alive? The research facilities were crawling with Kriegsmarines and who knows what else--taking Musafrah hostage could mean a one way ticket out of this place for the agent. Afterall, they had wanted Musafrah--they had plans for him before he had even arrived. Any minute this vigilante could come crashing through the hallways and have the Ttamboan scientist at the mercy of machine guns. It was then with a slight jolt that Musafrah suddenly heard a sound on the roof of the elevator. Was it him? Or had it been his imagination?

Ahmed watched the Butcher fall off the gantry with glee, as he sprinted across the gantry and made it to the secondary lift. He punched a button, and the lift creaked into motion, bringing the pair closer to their destination, the facility's shipyards..

Jessica Hart was in a state of shock. The pain she had endured was unbearable and she was unable to process anything emotional. The only thing that was running through her head was the constant mantra of must escape...must escape...must escape....

The tears would come later. It was time for blood and sweat.

Once Jessica had calmed down somewhat, she looked at her rescuer.

She was a bit suprised. The man certainly did not look like a soldier. He was holding a rifle, but looked as though he should be holding up a clipboard taking notes on medical condidtions.

"Hey!", Jessica said panting, "Who are you and where are we going?"

Hankhels muttered under his breath.
"By all the hells...like Grunwald, but...pull together...way out."
Helghan and the Kriegsmarines may have gone from the immediate area, but they would still be everywhere. One part of him said "Why throw yourself on their mercy when they haven't got one?", but most of him said "Fuck, I don't want to die."
"Guards! Guards!", he hollered, scanning for some form of alarm.
Better get in their good books. Or at least their "Extermination suspended pending further notice" books.

(OOC: Wow...just...wow..too late to join now but I'd love to put one of your Super soldiers against one of our Ravagers some time, *bows before Kraven*)

While scanning the area for any other Kriegsmarines or, heaven forbid, Capitol Police, Ahmed said to Jessica, "I'm Doctor Ahmed Jaceen of the Whyatican Institute of Medicine. We're going to the shipyards of this facility, and we're going to hijack a small destroyer and get the hell out of Whyatica. Any other questions?"

They entered the lift, and it jolted them as they rose higher in the facility..

Pain

That is what Jessica felt in her right arm. This searing pain from her hand to her elbow. This agony. It really really really hurt.

Her pain did not go unnoticed among those who had felt her pain during her operation. Her mother was lying in the hospital as doctors franticly tired to discover the source of her pain. Meanwhile, Prince Drake was onboard the Dragon's Cross heading toward Whytica at all possible speed.

"So you're a doctor...that's funny....Maybe you can tell me why my arms hurts so much."

Before the doctor could answer, the doors opened up to reveal two fully armed Kraven.