Mech Bay
(ooc - LoL angry monkey point XD although the laundry gets done, all he had to do was sling it down a laundry chute)
Tycho soundlessly followed Derek into the changerooms, himself slipping out of his oversized equally grease spattered overalls. Like a lot of others he disliked wearing two sets of clothes unless it was cold, so pulled on a pair of cargoes before quietly picking up his overalls and Derek's (once the master had ceased angry monkey pointing and turned his attention elsewhere) and slung them down the laundry chute.
Derek had come through his "little" mishap with style and aplomb and popped out of the Medlab not much different to how he went in save obviously being able to move, not near death and with an impressive looking scar that would eventually grow some fine hairs over it which would be very obviously different to the rest of his fur, and Murdoc had mentioned something about a shadow on his lung that would need keeping an eye on. Then Derek had received a late night visitation from a strange Martian mouse girl with deep blue eyes, silver hair and aquamarine fur. Her colouration and the fact she just sat on the side of the bed looking at him for the better part of however long she had stayed for made her seem more faerie than real and only the barely remembered touch of her hand on his chest and Murdoc's announcement the followming morning that he was all clear suggested it might not have been a dream.
Tycho on the other hand had become quiet and withdrawn, plagued by guilty feelings for his part in the drama. He followed Derek around as per usual, paying attention and learning and following orders and doing anything he knew needed doing, but he didn't say much now where once he had been bubbling over with constant questions, and he didn't happily jump in with attempts and willingness to learn from mistakes, but waited to be affirmed that he was doing the right thing before embarking on anything he was uncertain about.
Because he didn't say much these days, there was just silence when he suddenly became aware of the presence of the tall, well built white mouse with light gray markings. It was the eyes that arrested him initially. Eyes the colour of dark blood. Otherwise the mouse was dressed more or less as a civi in a generic black top and desert camo, and didn't look like he was carrying even concealed weapons, though you never could tell. The mouse smiled at him, and Tycho felt immediately at ease in his presence.
The gray and white mouse then drew Derek's attention by saying "Derek." His voice was deep and modulated, and quite pleasing on the ear.
Outside
(ooc - will assume Daemun is welding in demon form to be able to take the heat, as there would only be Mercurites outside welding, the Martians can't hold the torches. And he should at least have a very vague idea of Mercurite sounds to be able to get a vague gist of what they're saying if they just trill words slowly at him ;)
Hummer had (perhaps wisely) chosen a moment when Daemun was looking particularly sore and sorry for himself to just short of order him to take a break. She hadn't so much bapped his poor sunburnt head as just ligtly clipped him with her flight feathers, and pointed out the fact in about as many words that if he couldn't feel his hands or if they were that damaged that he couldn't hold the torch properly, he would be useless to them.
As it turned out she was not only a senior technician but something along the lines of a site supervisor as well. A week previously Raven had taken Morning Star back to Mercury, leaving behind Hummer, her mate Quicksilver and their daughter Flit. A few days after they had left, another Mercurite ship, the Coriolis, a vessel that was too big to fit into the Tir's ship dock but small enough to dock to the roof, arrived bearing a cargo hold full of mercurite and a swarm of techies. There had been roughly a day of turnaround in which the mercurite was unloaded and stockpiled at strategic locations around the Tir maintenance exits, and when decent stockpiles had been built the number of dockers was reduced so that the ship was unloaded a lot more slowly, but just quick enough to keep the stockpiles from being completely drained. The techies, having been briefed by Hummer, had then been able to get onto work. They were divided into sections with each section overseen by a senior technician, all of which deferred to Hummer.
She had mentioned "medlab" in her tweeting at Daemun though it had been unclear whether she was threatening that any advances in his state of injury would require a trip or telling him he should pay a visit was unclear.
Medlab
It seemed like the sound of the splash of blood on the tiles had drawn her. One could presume she had probably entered the room - long term patients got actual rooms with walls and doors - by the normal means but depending on his lucidity at the time he may not have noticed her til she was standing over his bed, and then she was impossible to miss.
She was average height, and average build, with average looks easily made pretty if she traded the green medic overalls for a nice outfit and put her hair up. It was her colours that made her striking. Not so much her hair, which was a bright silver, but the aquamarine fur, a very odd colour on Mars, and the equally strange deep blue eyes, which gave one the impression of trying to discern the bottom of a bottomless lake. She was quick to grab a rag kicking around for the express purpose, cleaning up the blood. Then she perched on Mo'kai'il's bedside, placing a hand on his chest.
"You've undone some of my work," she said, smiling gently at him. Her eyes glazed over and she was no longer looking at him, even though she continued looking in his direction. His lungs had filled up with blood again. She frowned slightly. The silver strands of her energy wound in among Mo'kai'il's. She didn't know anything about the cat other than his name, and whatever was making him sick was so insidious that she had to be extremely careful not to confuse its green with his green-and-black, as the greens were very similar but not quite the same. Insidious and fast. She had spent the better part of the last three weeks untangling the stranglehold it had around his heart and lungs and creeping up to his brain. Each time, it kept coming back. She'd burned markers into the buds and now the tendrils sported a silver thread, so she was able to easily find them and scrape them away.
She'd managed to pare it back enough finally that she could start working on the slightly less vital but still terribly important organs. Liver and pancreas first she decided, perhaps whatever it was could be biologically filtered out once they were released from the tumour-like mass that imprisoned them.
"What brings you to our end of the planet?" she inquired. She was going to be there a while, Mo'kai'il was not capable of getting up never mind going anywhere, may as well make friends. At least Mo'kai'il should be able to breathe easier now to be able to hold a conversation.
(ooc - nope, and it wasn't that grand really, just meant I had to think ;)
Mech Bay
(ooc - damn, forgot to ask you last night what it was Sydonai wanted passed to Derek :S Well seeing as I don't recall anything specific being given a such I'll assume it's something Raum has to pass along psychically, if it's something tngible pretend he's holding it XD ps- psychic thingi will probably sting a bit for both of them :)
The smile on the face of the muzzle of the gray and white mouse remained noticably a slight smile and not a smirk as he dropped it a little to attend to Derek. He didn't say anything until Derek stopped talking.
"You're the only Lupe in this place. A mutual..." he paused, extremely briefly but just long enough to be noticed, "...acquaintance asked me to give you something." He extended his right hand, palm up.
Outside
Hummer nodded authoritatively, then juggled the torch that was suddenly thrust at her. Still, she caught it and held it, regarding Daemun with obvious concern as she caught a glimpse of his ravaged hand moments before it relinquished the torch in her general direction. At least he was capable of fixing himself, but that required time and not damaging faster than he was fixing. To be honest she wasn't sure what anyone else could do for him, although she had heard that the Psion medic was back. Assuming she didn't have her work cut out for her, maybe she could do something for him.
"[See Mariis]," she called after Daemun as the demon headed toward the interior. She assumed he'd change down soon seeing as he wouldn't fit through the door in his current form, not without just walking through it and making a bigger doorway at any rate.
MedLab
"My name is Mariis." She had already told him her name, but then again she wasn't certain how aware he had been at the time. He'd been looking directly at her and had appeared to see her, and she had spoken to him, but perhaps he hadn't been altogether there. "I'm a Psion. Healing's my secondary." She smiled vaguely, absently pushing a strand of hair that escaped her plait off her face. She kept the majority of her attentions on beating back the tendrils clenched around his midsection. Either they were more established here and had been working their way up, or assuming some level of sentience they were trying not to concede any more ground. Some was spared to re-examine this hole he was talking about. She couldn't see a hole.
She couldn't see anything. The area he was referring to was all black.
Except for that spot there. That was a different shade of black. Mo'kai'il's black was sleek and vaguely shimmery like polished metal. This black was more matte and kind of...greasy.
It didn't look like it would move.
And greasy never bode well. Ever.
Very carefully, surreptitiously, she put three markers around it, far from the "hole" as Mo'kai'il described it, but so she'd be able to easily triangulate it.
"I can't see anything," she announced, withdrawing from the area and using that part of her attention to scan for sneak attacks in other parts while most of her was concentrated on the midsection. "Ever been shot? That might explain that hole you're feeling."
(OOC: XD! Ah, that's alright then. =P )
Mech Bay
(OOC: XD! I hate it when that happens. I keep having to back track regularly in my replies to help recall what either of us said or done in the role play so I can more accurately post a response, lol! You know, I can't even remember myself either but I think it was something really basic. In fact...*checks what it was.* *Find it.* Ah! Here it is!
Quote: "Oh and one more thing. If you happen to come accross Derek do deliver
a message to him for me, will you? Tell him I may be absent for a while
but that I have something for him. A gift of departure if you will and
a token of my further grattification for his willing assistance. Will
you do that for me Raum?"
Basically I am starting to think that Sydonai, eventually, will leave Derek but in return will leave him with some special gifts/abilities as a thank you present. That and Sydonai will be able to be contacted if need be but for now Sydonai's basically going to be absent due to the incoming war. Or whatever. =P
Hmm, well we could say that Raum is about to give Derek these gifts courtesy of Sydonai?)
"Mutual acquaintance?" Derek asked at length with a small raise of his brow and a serious look of uncertaintity. Looking at Raum's palm and then back up to Raum's face there was something about him that wasn't quite like the other Martian Mice. Something about his eyes. He'd seen this sort of thing and caught onto this sort of vibe before but only with Daemun. Strange coincidence? Perhaps it was just Derek being strange? Or his trust issues could have had a lot to do with that.
"So do I just hold your palm or...?" Derek inquired after a small pause, pointing over his shoulder at no one in particular with his thumb and a rock of his hand as he added "Usually everyone else tends to use their antennae is all..."
Outside
(OOC: This title reminds me of the "PSP Nuts" mock-advert by New Grounds/egoraptor. Go see it and you'll understand why. XD!)
Seeing the incoming doorway and the size difference becoming all the more apparent he transformed back as he eventually approached it, stopping on his way too look back over his shoulder with a nod. "Affirmative" came his very military-esque response before he turned away to head down to the Med Lab. He hated this feeling. The feeling of defeat. The feeling of being vulnerable in any which way. Most of the smaller wounds would have healed up by the time he got to the Medical Lab although they didn't do much for the rest of his physical damage. In his Martian Mouse form he looked damn near zombie-like he had so many injuries and a severe case of sunburn to go with it. It was like he tried to stop a flamethrower by holding the nozzle and clenching onto it as it fired. Heck, he may as well of tried that.
He was doing fine up until he reached the entrance of the Med Lab. There he just stopped, standing a few steps away from the door and suddenly hessitant to walk in. "Fucking Med Labs...I hate them so much..." he muttered to himself. So that was it then. He hated going to the doctors and to Med Labs. How's that for irony?
Eventually though he built up enough courage to at least step into the waiting room, approaching reception (ooc: there is a reception desk, right? o..O I'm always confused as what's where, lol!) and clearing his throat for some attention.
"I'm looking for Mariis. Hummer told me I need to speak with him...or her...or whatever...cut some me some slack, I'm tired and sore."
Not to mention shocking to the eyes. As if he wasn't creepy enough now he was looking like some type of undead war victim.
Med Lab
"Mariis" Echoed Mo'kai'il with a smile and a nod of approval as he complimented "I like dat name gurl. It got a nice ring to it."
"Sorry if you mentioned it before" Mo'kai'il then added with a shake of his head, tapping the side of his head with his finger and a small smirk as he explained "I wasn't quite all awake, yaow now what I mean? Still was feelin' da dizzy spells yaow."
"A Psion?" Mo'kai'il was impressed though took it very casually as he nodded calmly a few times. "I've met a few of your kind around in my lifetime" He explained, smiling at Mariis as he waved his finger in friendly fashion. "Yaow know, dey say some of our people learned some of their abilities from yours. And considering my people have been allies with da Martian Mice here on Mars for many years it wouldn't surprise me."
Trivias aside, Mo'kai'il worried about that spot he pointed out. Even he knew it wasn't good news at all but what it actually was and meant was a bit of a mystery to him. He had never seen it before and so left it for Mariis to work out. Or at least work on if she couldn't figure out what it was. "Shot?" Mo'kai'il nodded a bit before explaining with a shake of his head "Yes but it wasn't in my chest. I've been struck in da shoulder, da left upper side of my left arm, my right thigh, and a few other places but no chest injury that I know of. Oh! There was a time I broke five ribs but that was during a long trial battle. Otherwise...not that I know of, no."
Mech Bay
(ooc - ahh, easy fix, will say "give you a message" rather than "something" in my last post then ;)
Raum tilted his head, ears flicking. His tail lashed horizontally, sweeping quite low to the ground. It did bring to mind blades of dark grass rippling under it, somehow. Antennae. Oh yeah, those pointy things on the top of his head. It did pop into his head then how odd it was that he had come all this way and spoken to that many people as he searched for the Lupe without being challenged or viewed askance once. He was at great pains to keep his Presence toned right down obviously but he had been Charming a fair bit, especially to gain access to what appeared to be a restricted area unless you were a technician or a mech pilot, whatever they were, or one of their apprentices.
Something was bothering him, but he couldn't quite work out what yet. He flicked his tail, and smiled gently at the Lupe. "Everyone else has lost their touch." He stepped forward, closing the gap, and put his hand on Derek's shoulder. Almost immediately the sense of Sydonai conveyed itself from him to Derek, the message dropping into Derek's mind as clearly as if Sydonai himself had dropped it there (which he had, more or less, though this time using Raum as the vehicle).
Back where he was, Tycho gasped as he picked up a tangible wave sweeping over him. This drew a concerned look from their mysterious companion.
*Sorry,* Raum sent, almost as tangibly as if he'd spoken. And yet there was no tell-tale glow in his antennae, there had been no contact, it was an effortless deep level send, the stuff only the Psions were capable of. Tycho stared in undisguised open mouthed wonder.
Med Lab
Trix's default pleasant demeanour coloured over with concern and a look wondering if she should call for orderlies to immediately attend the tall gentleman that sauntered into the medlab from the lift. With that angry red severely sunburnt skin, peeling and rotting in places under his pale fur, the stiff carriage he was struggling to disguise, he looked like an animate corpse. He didn't sound like one, in fact he was extremely coherent for someone who by all appearances should be a gibbering loon at a stage of sunstroke that would require immediate drip insertion and immersion in a cold bath. She kind of launched into autopilot, whipping out a handy nearby tin cup, pouring water into it from a nearby tap and then breaking open a packet of something or other and mixing that through. It was done with enough rapid efficiency plus trademark slam-on-the-counter that made one wonder if she was a bartender in a past life, or perhaps worked up at The Eatery when she wasn't on duty down here.
"Drink," she said, and then sat back down at her station, scanning a computer. "Mariis is with a patient right now. If you'd like to wait here or in the Psion room I can let her know you're here, sir."
***
Mariis shrugged, feigning ignorance of knowledge of any "spot" but not having to work so hard to pretend she had absolutely no idea what it all might mean either. She didn't have to pretend to be interested in the casual anecdotes he dropped though, she was genuinely interested in her patients as more than meatbodies to heal. "What do you do trials over?" Her tone didn't change but internally, her energy sliced through three rather thick, frighteningly mature looking tendrils roped around practically every organ that could be located in a standard pentadactyl biped's midsection, with the ease and precision of a welding torch through flesh. She did, however, emit a short gasp and mentally recoiled some as inky darkness angrily spewed forth from the severed tendrils. She was equally quick to lasso and cauterise them with several small tendrils of her own.
(OOC: XD! Agreed. AND YAY I FOUND MY VINNIE ACTION FIGURED! ^..^ I've been looking for him and hoping I didn't lose him for some time and I finally found him! I could of sword he had blue pants though instead of red...but whatever, I found him and he is awesome and currently guarding some of my games collection! =P )
Mech Bay
Right there was when Derek had the strange feeling that this Martian Mouse was not quite like the others. Then again maybe he was just never taught how to use his antennae or was against it or something. Unlikely but still possible. Derek wasn't quite sure what it was about this Martian Mouse in particular though that made his instincts scream and prod at him like anxious messangers. There was, however, a sense of familiarity in the air and when Raum closed the gap and did what he did next Derek, at first, instinctively was about to step back but stopped suddenly as he felt the pinching migrane of a transfer stab the middle of his brain. Closing his eyes Derek focussed, his heart pounding as the message came in fast yet clear and what felt like minutes were merely seconds before Derek opened his eyes suddenly with a gasp. Instantly he pulled his shoulder away from Raum, frowning at him with a suspicious sort of firm yet kept his tone as calm as he could manage.
"It's you" He began, straightening his posture as he pointed at Raum "We've met before back in the DreamScape. Thanks for delivering the message but...why do I get the feeling you're not done yet?"
It was a father's/master's instinct that forced Derek to reach out and encourage Tycho to stand close by. It wasn't that Derek didn't trust Raum. It was that he didn't completely trust Raum. After what happened in the DreamScape you really couldn't blame him. But on the other hand Sydonai trusted him so Derek, in turn, figured he should, despite everything, give Raum a chance.
Med Lab
"Well at least the service is quick" Daemun smirked as the drink was whipped up in a hurry "And I didn't even have to ask."
Reaching out and taking the drink he took a nice, long sip of it, the refreshing coolness of it really hitting the spot and too good to resist himself from gobbling up the entire drink within seconds. Slamming the cup down in his own bar-style manner Daemun replied with a nod. "I'll wait around here. I don't think waiting in the Psion room's such a good idea." By the way" He added then as an after note, sliding the cup forward toward Trix "I need a refill."
"On second thoughts I'll be the Psion room" Daemun then explained, pointing over in the direction of the Psion room as he requested (or ordered, depending on how you look at it) "Let her know I'll be waiting."
Meanwhile...
"Well dats a bit complicated" Mo'kai'il began to explain, whincing as it physically hurt to have these strange tentacles be sliced and tampered with although so far it was tolerable enough not to make him hurt too much. He was, however, starting to feel very light headed and despite his best efforts only got to about half way explaining about how the trials varie depending on reasons, tribal traditions and leaderships and that sort of thing when he felt another cough begin to irritate his lungs.
And up it came, another lung-tearingly rough set of coughs, the tiles below getting a new paint of red. "Urghn...I don't know about dis..." Mo'kai'il began with a shake of his head. "It's not looking good...yaow...Urghn..." Holding his head with one hand he closed his eyes, gripping his teeth together as his head started to ache not just from all the coughing but a sudden migrane that slammed his brain all of a sudden.
"Urghnnn...yaow gurl, my head feels like it's about ta split any moment naow..."
(ooc - yay :D Think there was a set that did have red pants. Of course I could be full of it, it's been a while and all my action figures are back on Christmas Island on display in my sister's room :)
Mech Bay
Tycho complied with Derek's unspoken wish for him to stand closer, but most of his attention was still on Raum. "You're Mal'akh!" he blurted suddenly, almost immediately after Derek had finished asking his question. Raum blinked and looked down at Tycho again. Uncertain, Tycho moved a little closer again to Derek. A tinge of a certain shade of blue crept into his eyes, not exactly glowing but blatantly obvious considering his eyes were a dark red. He scanned Tycho, then flicked his gaze over Derek. Interesting. Adults suddenly had all sorts of strange shields and blocks and things kludged onto the normal defensive mechanism. Kids were normal. Well if these two were anything to go by anyway. He blinked again, and his eyes were just plain dark red again.
He wasn't quite sure what to make of Derek's question.
"If you recall from DreamScape, I'm looking for Daemun," he said eventually, by way of explanation. "You wouldn't happen to know where he is by any chance?"
MedLab
Trix refilled, in much the same efficient manner in the mixing but with much calmer placing it on the counter rather than slamming. Being a born and bred Tairngiran she didn't have that slightly glazed look that happened whenever a non-native encountered Daemun, and their brains went into conflicts over what was accepted reality and what they were looking at. They were used to Zenith's family. "Will do sir," she answered as Daemun headed Psion roomward.
***
She could feel the nauseating, burning sensation deep within her stomach, and the sharp twinge of the beginnings of a migraine. Wow, that was fast. She moved one hand to the back of Mo'kai'il's neck, trying to damp the migraine. In the meantime she injected a few tracker threads into the thick vines. Ideally they would shoot straight back to their source and let her know exactly what was going on. Realistically though she knew at best they might help her detangle the rest of the mess that was in there. "Okay, done." She kept the hand on the back of Mo'kail's neck there and moved the other one to stroke his brow, sweeping away some migraine while she was about it. "Sorry about that. These trials you mentioned, was there anyone that didn't want you to get through them enough to drop a curse on your head?"
(ooc - oh dear. I wonder what you get when you have two demons and a Psion in the same place XD)
(OOC: Oh okay, that would certainly make sense. I figured it was probably from some kind of specific set or the likes. It's been years since I've had mine and I hardly remember the packaging. Heck I'm not even sure I knew what Biker Mice From Mars was exactly except that it looked cool and the character was cool so I used my own imagination. =P Then again like I said, it's been a while, lol! The important thing is that I found him so WOOT! Vinnie action figure find FTW! =D)
Mech Bay
Derek's ears perked up at what Tycho had suddenly blurted yet he still focused on Raum even as he reached down to give Tycho a light flick on the ear to keep him quiet. With Tycho moving closer to him Derek's parental instincts kicked into full gear and he made certain that Tycho was close and well supported, keeping an arm holding him close at all times.
"All I can say is first impressions last" Derek firmly and quite clearly replied, referring very obviously to the whole experience back in the DreamScape that had nearly cost Derek his life. "You nearly cost me my life..." He proceeded to explain, taking a moment to consider things carefully, for a change, before then inhaling and exhaling out the words "But hell, I'm willing to put that behind me. If you've come this far to find him it's got to be important. Because something tells me you don't come here often."
"Last I checked Daemun was up repairing some of the panels but I'm not sure if you'd still find him there."
"One more thing" Derek continued with a raise of his index finger, smirking a little as he explained "You might want to borrow someone's higher access stuff for a while. Otherwise you've got pretty much no hope of getting places. Take it from me. Oh and FYI there's no hard feelings. I can see I've misjudged you."
If Sydonai could trust Raum then Derek could trust him too.
MedLab
Well Trix was certainly efficient and non-judgemental. That was a pleasant change. Or at very least it was nice to see that she was, apparently, used to seeing the strange and unusual. Okay, sure, a part of Daemun was a little dissapointed that he didn't get more of a reaction than he did but that didn't matter. Besides he was too sore and irritated right now to give much of a freelancing damn.
And so, taking the refilled cup with him with a nod, Daemun headed to the Psion Roomward, taking his time with his second cup full of refreshing win.
Once there he didn't even bother to knock or anything. Nope, that wouldn't be much like him at all. Instead he simply made his way in, found the nearest chair and plonked himself comfortably down, reaching out to his side to slide a second chair in front of him to promptly use as his foot rest.
For once Daemun smiled, the sense of relief overpowering the stinging pains on his back, the aching muscles and the over all ouchyness of himself.
Meanwhile...
Mo'kai'il hadn't even realized, at least not entirely consciously until Mariis was done, that at some point the relief and strokes to help bring it about and the touch behind his neck all in all had caused a purring reaction from him. When he realized what he was and had been doing throughout most of the assistant his eyes opened wide a brief, a quick clear of his throat to follow before he quickly replied with a hasty set of nods "Th-thank you...for the help...Mariis..."
A second clear of his throat and he quickly tried to regain his focus on Mariis' question.
"Not that I know of" Mo'kai'il replied with a shake of his head "We dun use no curses unless it's ta help someone or to teach another a lesson or, more applicably, to our enemies. But...if someone did..." Mo'kai'il paused a moment, frowning in an obviously puzzling moment as he reached up to rub his chin thoughtfully. "My question would be who?...Why is obvious. But da trials, dey be monitored heavy like yaow so no one can be cursin' nobody. And no one be foolish enough ta curse me. Or cold enough, surely...naow?"
(OOC: Can we say "Oh shit!"? Which was my exact reaction when I read your OOC. XD!)
Mech Bay
"Thank you." Raum nodded in a slightly deeper than normal fashion, sending the motion a little more towards the "bow" end of the spectrum. To Derek's suggestion that he "borrow" higher access stuff, Raum merely smiled. He had aeons of practice wandering in and out of places he technically wasn't supposed to be in. In his extremely quick and none-too-detailed survey of this place as he had been poking around for Daemun and Derek, the only place that so far might pose a challenge was the nullSource, which he could detect deep in the heart of this floating behemoth. And that was because if he had to go in there (and he would eventually go just to look if nothing else, because there might be something interesting in there, and because he was who he was) he would be going in completely and utterly blind. The thought thrilled him a little.
He forgot himself for a moment, and in that moment "slipped out" of the room. Which was to say shortly after he'd thanked Derek for his assistance, he wasn't there anymore. No pop, no fanfare, just gone.
It was harmless, in and of itself. All he was doing was moving from one place to another. The presence of the Psion Orb, however, made sure that the event was noted. Which drew the attention of Starzone and Trajectory, who had only just parked their bikes in their spots in the Vehicle Bay over on the other side of the Tir. Wordlessly, the two immediately removed their helmets, dropped them onto the seats of their bikes and sprinted silently out the door. The only thing that prevented Chase from calling out after them was her noticing them dropping their armbands to their wrists as they ran.
Back at the Mech Bay, Tycho blinked, then stepped tentatively forward, hanging on to Derek's wrist and otherwise not moving far from him at all. Wide eyed, he scanned the room for any sign of their strange visitor.
[b]MedLab[/u]
"You're welcome." He was apparently self-conscious about the purring thing. "I know some Pleaideans that do that. If it's normal for a Felidae-child there's no reason to be self conscious about it."
She put a hand to the back of her own neck as the fur along her spine rose suddenly at about the time Daemun would have been passing the ward to head to the Psion room. Her first thought was that it was Chainwhip. She and the gray and white mouse had looked at each other for a little while when they had first encountered each other. She pretended that she was just amazed at his astonishing martial arts capabilities, having slaughtered the Albino with his bare hands. He had been unable to damp his Presence until shortly after, and she had been awestruck by his power. Fortunately Retro had also been staring in shock, so she had no idea if he knew that she knew, or if he knew about her. High chance that he did. Either way, it didn't feel like Chainwhip. So it was either Daemun, who from memory was a merger, or Derek, who was host to a Mal'akh called Sydonai.
She figured that the question was rhetorical as she didn't have a lot of in depth knowledge of those kinds of trials, although the sounds echoed in memories she had of stories Sanguine and Graymalkin occasionally told when they were over. "Did you encounter anything strange during the trials maybe? Or at any other time? That's probably a really dumb question." She smiled. Having damped down the migraine to a dull headache, she got up and went over to the nearby wall comm. Things flashed by on the screen as she flicked through things, apparently knowing everything was by heart.
(ooc - make that three Psions and two demons XD I forgot Starzone and Trajectory were coming back from recon seeing as Whipblade didn't bite when I dangled them out there :)
Mech Bay
A nod in more or less the same but less obvious style is what Derek returned to Raum as he replied with a basic "No prob."
Derek should of figured out that Raum had his experience and ways of getting into places he wanted and/or needed to be. But anything that would make one's job easier was always a plus. Unless, of course, you enjoyed the thrill of a worthy challenge. In any case no sooner had Derek said what he said, looked down at Tycho to check on him and then back up to where Raum was again did Raum vanish without so much as a grain of dust moving.
"He's gone" Derek assured Tycho, stepping up to him to kneel down onto one knee beside him with a smile, tugging into a one armed hug. "No need to worry about him anymore. He's just looking for someone is all. You okay though Tych?"
Med Lab
"Well...I...it's just..." What Mo'kai'il wanted to say is that there was a very good explination as to why he was purring so deep without even realizing it but in the end he decided it best to keep the reasons to himself, grinning rather sheepishly as he replied "It just felt really good so I couldn't help it..." Wait...that's exactly what he didn't want to say! Right about now is when, in his own head, he slapped himself on the forehead and said to himself 'Oh galaxy swallow me now...' in an obvious complete embaressment and decided maybe right now was a good time to just let it slide and leave the situation as be. Despite the fact he had a sudden blush shining through that golden-cream fur of his cheeks.
Okay so he was self conscious about his purring. Everyone has a weak spot.
"Actually..." Mo'kai'il suddenly remembered now that his head was starting to clear up, rubbing his chin a moment as he lowered his gaze to think back as he explained "During da final trials dere was some kind of serpant ting. It struck at me and I was bitten but da wounds were long healed. Dere was also some kind of strange plant ting...when disturbed it's bulb burst and sends out small pollin spurs. But it can't be dat...surely...da trials ended over a decade ago now..."
Meanwhile...
Daemun was starting to get bored already. He was sore, tired, moody...well whoever was going to tend him had best tend him soon, he figured, and a good note of advise would be to be well prepared for his snappy, moody bastard assholeness. Then again he might of cooled down by then but right now he was keeping himself occupied, and hurting his hands even more, by pulling apart his blaster and checking it for any damages and need to clean. So far so good.
He would promptly slap it all back together without even having to think about it before slipping it back into its holster, letting out a brief "Fuck!" with a shake of his right hand and then looking down at his palm to see a small piece of mercurite that had happily melted itself onto his hand. "Great..." He muttered, not really realizing that this stuff could like...cause some major damage when it melts onto you no doubt and that tearing it out probably isn't such a good idea. Do you think he listened to that? Nope. He promptly yanked it off the side of palm, tearing out a small chunk of his palm with it and a nice line of skin from diagonally accross his palm too.
"ARGH!" Daemun yelped, tossing the metalic-like stuff aside and clutching his palm for a good moment before looking down at his palm with a frown. "That was fucking stupid..."
(OOC: Oh shoot! XD! This is going to be very interesting to see how it all unfolds, lol! At first I was like "Two demons?...o..O" and then I was like "Oh yeah! Two demons!" XD!)
Mech Bay
Tycho nodded vigorously, glancing around again, not quite able to believe the mouse had just vanished from plain sight like that. He refocused on Derek. "Was he a Mal'akh?" he asked eagerly, a spark of his old self springing nimbly to the fore.
MedLab
"It's not an unexpected reaction," she said idly, and stopped there. Something vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled out one of the datapad comms favoured by medics and techies and engineers, glancing at it. "We'll see what happens." She sounded fairly confident. "I'm being paged. Cleanup will be in shortly and someone will bring some food. I'll see you soon."
She slipped out of the room. Almost prophetically, mere moments after she'd exited two orderlies arrived, a quiet young man with a broom and sand bucket that quickly got rid of the blood on the tiles, and cheerful food lady, who came bearing a stirfry of squid tentacle strips and various veges grown in the Atrium.
***
Mariis opened the door to the Psion room, and combat medic psychic survival instinct had her inexplicably partially close it again before she stepped in. The explanation followed scant moments later when the mercurite extracted from Daemun's palm pinged off the door and ricocheted violently off several walls before skittering to a slow spinning halt under a chair. Mariis opened the door enough to admit her and stepped through fearlessly considering what had just happened. She looked Daemun over, assessing his condition with the calmness of one who treats demons on a daily basis, or at the very least was used to dealing with other than mere mortals. He wasn't as bad as the cat had been, but she could see why they'd sent him down. There was no one else in the Psion room at present, aside from the two of them.
"Commander Shade," she greeted, with an easy Tir salute around the datapad which she was still carrying, "I'm Mariis. Field medic." She lowered defenses enough for the usual psychic introductions. She was a Psion, aquakinetic parimary, healing secondary. She pocketed the datapad as she looked at his hand, then moved closer to him. "You been playing with starfire torches?" she extended her hands to take his.
Mech Bay
Derek didn't want to say it but could certainly see that Tycho's old self, or at least a glimpse of such, popped up from its hiding spot when he shot out his inquiry. Derek nodded, smiling at Tycho as he reached up and ruffled the fur atop his head with a little laugh.
"Yeah but you don't have to worry about him. He's not out to get us, he's just looking for...an old friend."
With a few pats on his shoulder Derek added with a wave of his head "C'mon, we better get cleaned up and head on over to the Mess Hall or whatever you want to call it. I don't know about you but my stomach's about ready to eat itself." Derek chuckled, turning then to gather a few things to prepare himself and get all cleaned up and the likes.
"Hey Tych, I'm gonna take a shower. You gonna take one too or wait until I'm done?"
Med Lab
"Understood" Mo'kai'il replied with a nod, leaving it all at that and relieved that his purring wasn't taken the wrong way. If you weren't familiar with the feline species you probably would have thought it more than just a purr of comfort and apreciation. Although there were different kinds of purrs but that's a different story there and not that hard to figure out. Since it usually came with body language and expressions to match.
"Oh and Mariis?" He added quickly with a smile "Thank you."
With that he watched as she made her departure and the smell of food soon soothed his senses. The smell was absolutely devine! And the taste? Even better! Then again Mo'kai'il wasn't too fussy at all with what he ate. Still a meal is always welcome to a hungry stomach.
Meanwhile...
(XD!)
You know how you throw something and you don't quite realize how hard you threw it? Or how you throw it but tend to forget your own strength so for you it's just a small toss of an item? Well Daemun pretty much had that moment with the piece of mercurite which comically bounced around the room, Daemun meanwhile watching it with blinkless stare as it bounced around until it stopped which was when Daemun blinked some at the whole ricocheteing mercurite piece. Made him kind of wonder what kind of damage it could of caused.
With a shrug though he returned to study his palm. His left ear twitched at the sound of the door opening and immediately he turned his focus that way. Almost instantly Daemun's mind was kicked with the sudden on-and-off styled flash as Mariis' aura was revealed and then things returned to normal, his left eye showing an indication of this as its pupil thinned and thickened accordingly for a brief few seconds before returning to its usual thin self. In that brief few seconds Daemun collected quite a bit of information about Mariis but still he was no mind reader. Yet.
With a salute of his own, much to same style as Mariis' own, and a nod Daemun at first didn't say anything. It wasn't really like him say much at all to begin with, with some acceptions, and for the most part was a "to the point" type. Still part of the reason he didn't say anything was that he took a moment to listen to his instincts and so far no suspicions arised. Surprisingly enough.
"Psion. Aquakinetic primary, healing secondary" Daemun smirked, inquired in an eery sort of manner "Am I close?"
It was typical of demons, at least of Daemun's type, to 'show off' a little, offering a bit of a glimpse of the kind of abilities they had. Mariis was probably used to it but old habits die hard. Or not at all.
With a nod Daemun held out his hands, being surprisingly cooperative to begin with. "That and a few other tools" He explained, adding with a shrug "I hardly feel the sunburn anymore. I think it's burned through some of my nerves." With a whince Daemun added "Scrap that. Still hurts like fuck..."
Mech Bay
"I'll wait." Tycho hadn't really done a lot other than handing other tools and observing today so he hadn't gotten overly filthy. He reached into his locker and pulled out a shirt, another hand down by the looks, it was like a sail draped over his skinny frame. He plonked himself down on one of the benches, trading the safety bots for a pair of light running shoes. "You think we should tell the commander about the Mal'akh?" he called into the showers.
MedLab
Mariis took hold of Daemun's hands when he allowed her to. That low level buzz the Mal'akh had could get annoying. Good thing she knew how to damp it. She nodded when he correctly identified the psychic labels. "Spot on, sir." She examined his hands. They were hideously, horribly burnt, with injuries only starfire could deal. At least they were on something that could tolerate them to a degree. The same injuries on a Martian would have melted the arms off and done some serious third degree burn damage to the rest of the body. Her gossamer energy threads seeped into his hands. His demon ability was already working on it, but it was hampered by the flesh. He was a fairly recent merge then. She augmented rather than doing too much herself, working from the inside out. At the cellular level the dead cells were calmly evicted and broken down, new cells were grown at an accelerated rate thanks to healing powers combined, the severely burnt muscles and tissues replaced until up at the surface on Daemun's palm, the burn seemed to vanish slowly before their very eyes. Mariis left off and let the demon part fix the dermal and subdermal layers on its own.
The process took about ten minutes.
"If you do a similar sort of thing for the sunburn, it should clear up." She figured he needed the instruction, seeing he would have otherwise done it himself. She stood by partly to see if he would take it on board and attempt it (she didn't doubt that he would), partly to do it if he was in a real hurry and just needed the sunburn cleared up so he could get back to whatever it was he needed to do, and partly because she was feeling tired from recent exertions.
Mech Bay
A brief "Ack! Cold!" was heard from Derek in the shower followed then by a sudden "Huh?" and the immediately worry-less response that was true to Derek. "Naaaaah, I think this time around we can make an acception."
After a moment though it was clearly evident in Derek's tone that he started to have immediate second thoughts about that. "Actually...come to think of it maybe we should. To at least let him know th-ARGH! Hot! Hot! Hot! Aaaaah...better...where was I? Oh yeah, we should least let him know."
"While we're at it we should check these showers..." He muttered though still loudly enough to be heard over the running water.
Med Lab
"I still got it" Daemun proudly announced with a smirking-grin. "Good to see you have manners too" He proceeded to add, further noting with a calm yet authoritive tone "Or at very least you're respectful enough despite knowing what I am. I guess you Psions have a lot of experience with my kind."
Of course just because he could tolerate, to some extent, the heat of a starfire didn't mean the rest of his front didn't suffer some damage from the sparks and splatters from the hours of welding he should of actually left for later for obvious reasons. In fact there were actually bits of mercurite that had splatter here and there from getting too close. Or maybe it was just mercurite and starfire burn. Or...actually it could be bone on a few points. It was hard to tell through his much hole-spat shirt. In any case if any mercurite did burn itself into him it was eventually pushed out as his wounds gradually, but surely, healed up along with his palms. Thanks to Mariis they healed a lot quicker as she gave him the extra "boost" he needed to heal.
Daemun's lip occasionally twitched and curled as he clamped his teeth shut, the healing actually a little painful but eventually he got used to the feeling and the healing was easier from there.
Looking at Marris, Daemun nodded before giving the advise a try. It took a moment, followed by a few attempts as his body was still healing a few other minor wounds and just starting to heal up the bigger wounds when at last there was some success. It would take another twenty minutes before Daemun would completely heal up, his wounds and old self healing and emerging from the battered image as he closed his eyes, the occasional sign of different levels of pains here and there all of which were reasonably tolerable except for one or two occasions, before finally Daemun could let out a slow exhale, inhaling slowly before opening his eyes, the pupil of that creepy eye of his thinning back to normal as it adjusted itself to the lighting of the room.
Studying himself over, lifting his hands and turning them to study them a moment, he looked at Mariis and gave a strong, true to the Tir salute.
"I owe you one" He smirked, reaching over to place a hand on her shoulder. "Your name...Mariis, wasn't it?"
Mech Bay
(ooc - RoFLmAo XD)
A bulky oldschool datapad had been embedded in one of the walls, within easy view of anyone in the locker room. Usually it just told the techies which mechs needed work, so those that just had maintenance jobs could then when they logged completion of jobs be reassigned to help out with any bigger jobs. It was a quick visual check that saved the necessity of having to check their own comms, although the same information was available there if necessary. It also served as a whiteboard of sorts if Spark needed to organise the techies for unusual events such as battles or particularly big repair jobs, and as a job sheet for the maintenance staff. Tycho walked over to this and swiped his way to the maintenance screen and put in a job request for one of the plumbers to come check the showers in the Mech Bay.
MedLab
(ooc - good thing it's the MedLab and not the Med Bay or things could get really confusing :P)
Mariis stood by observing closely. He picked up pretty quick. The roiling energy surrounding him was less like water and oil slick being violently mixed together and more on the way to two solvents becoming a homogenous solution. She glanced at the floor as a couple of solidified droplets of mercurite popped out of his torso and plinked musically onto the ground at his feet. She gave him a brief once over sweep when he looked done, not so much to do anything (his system may or may not have tolerated any more work at this point, hard to tell with merges) bu just to see how he had done. Looked like he had done all right, she didn't really see the need to patch any more. There were a couple of missed spots but nothing that would do any damage if left to heal on its own and nothing he couldn't get to later if it bothered him enough to do so.
"No problem, sir," she said in answer to his declaration that he owed her one, then confirmed with a "Yes sir," when he checked her name.
And if Daemun is as attached to Raum as he appears to be to Derek/Sydonai:
He would have felt like he had just been hit in the heart region of the chest with a lightning bolt, either aware of or feeling the pain the actual recipient felt at white hot lashing up into his skull and partially numbing out the rest of his body. He would also have vaguely heard Starzone's tone, even but very reproachful, chiding her partner: "Was that really necessary?" to which Trajectory's response, starting to fade but still clear, "If he'd stopped fuckin' sliding when we told him to..."
Mech Bay
(OOC: XD! Glad you find Derek's suffering amusing. =P)
While Tycho was busy entering the needed data to have the showers checked Derek meanwhile stepped out of his shower, shaking off the excess water which left his fur adorably fluffed up, all the more cute with his panting and tail wagging. Despite having to take the actual shower the end result was always a nice and refreshing one. Except when your severely sunburned. Ask Daemun. He'll gladly explain why.
It didn't take long for Derek to slip back into his usual gear, groom his fur nice and presentable and step out of the shower room, adjusting his trench coat with a confident little grin.
"How do I look?" Derek asked, holding his arms out in gesture to himself. "I think I look pretty slick but I'd like a second opinion."
(OOC: I'm actually hesitant about this because it may cause some much need answering on "how" and "why" but I'm thinking of maaaaaybe adding something to Derek as a bit of a twist. Still considering it though so if/when I decide on it you'll know. XD!)
Med Lab
(OOC: There's a Med Bay?! D= *Explodes from having to remember too much.*)
Daemun's energy pull had, occasionally, caused the lights to flicker and even popped one of the tubes which burst with the kind of pop-bang noise they nutoriously make when they break at some point when he reached a part that was a little more difficult to get passed than the previous and even later stuff. Those things are frikkin' loud for a thin tube of tightly pressed glass. At least he got as far as he needed to and Daemun, opening his eyes to the feeling of relief (which had to of contributed to his suddenly more pleasant tone) as at least, for the most part, he was quite healed up. He'd get back to those missed spots later. They weren't too much of a bother right now. Heck, he had been through worst. For that matter he had just finished healing worse injuries.
Daemun nodded. "I will remember that name" He replied with a small smirk. It was as though he were hinting that one day, wether she wanted it or not, Daemun would return the favor somehow, someway.
Suddenly Daemun felt something hit in the heart/chest zone and trail up into his head, reaching up with a hiss, tail raised and gripping his teeth as an actual growl escaped him moments before he clutched the side of his head with his right hand, curling his lip as he sent out a loud enough mental note to all capable of hearing it.
"Maybe I would have if you gave me some kind of fucking warning! What the fucking hell was that for?! Shit...as if I didn't have enough troubles..."
(OOC: I'm confused. So Trajectory did that to him? )
Mech Bay
"You always look like that," Tycho answered. He stood up from where he was leaning against one of the lockers, his tail naturally dropping into the inverted omega that generally differentiated the native Tairngirans from the adopted ones, and waited for Derek to lead wherever they were going.
MedLab
(ooc - no, I could have called it either, I liked medlab better :P And Starzone and Trajectory have been hunting Raum since they sensed him "sliding" ie moving from place to the other by stepping sideways out of one place and stepping into another place, which is slightly different from teleporting, Trajectory just zapped Raum, figured if Daemun felt Derek getting shot from kilometres away he might feel Raum getting zapped not that far away :)
"You look a lot better," Mariis commented. He looked like he was alive rather than literally walking dead. Initially thinking he might have over exerted when he initially growled and moved like he was going to stagger, she darted forward and put a steadying hand on his arm. At about that moment her awareness spread in time to hear his angry mental shout, and then she easily traced a loose impression of Trajectory's energy. It hadn't even been aimed anywhere in this direction.
"He wasn't aiming at you sir," she informed Daemun, looking into each of his eyes to check for response and not looking bothered by the fact one if them was a slit. Daemun was not adversely affeced by the runoff, just annoyed. "You're not filtering. At all." It was a statement, not a question, and one coloured by surprise. Simultaneously she sent to the two slightly younger Psions: *What are you doing?*
It was Starzone that gave her the lowdown in one simple thought dump. There were many advantages to being a Psion and one was not having to waste time trying to employ words to explain a concept when you could just tell the other person straight up what you were thinking, feeling or both by injecting it straight into their head. In the immediate background Mariis sensed her and Trajectory arguing rapidly about something. She tapped in, meeting no resistance from either of them. *Put both of them on him or you'll just make him angry. Put this on his head in blood. Bring him here. Now.*
*Yes ma'am.*
The Tir had Starzone and Trajectory's unconditional protection which meant they would occasionally disregard direct orders if they thought following them would endanger people, and they had no qualms obliterating perceived threats if they deemed it necessary. Darkmoon and Mariis were the only two people left in existance that commanded their unconditional obedience, even if they did protest on occasion. Why became immediately apparent to anyone versed in such things when she next regarded Daemun. Mo'kai'il had got it partly right when he'd casually described Mariis as "fae girl". There was a cold calculation in her expression normally seen in the visage of the Unseelie fae. The look didn't take long to melt away beneath the usual gentle warmth that was her default. Mariis walked the fine, treacherous line between Seelie and Unseelie.
(ooc - I just made things more confusing for you didn't I :)
(OOC: *Screams like a valleygirl* OMG! It did it to me again! DX I just sent you my post so let me know if it worked/what the problem word was this time when you get the chance, loL!)
(ooc - RoFL as long as you don't also talk like a valleygirl :P As was I have no idea why it was bugging out for you, it didn't give me any trouble at all. Maybe it's scared of me)
DEREK'S POST
Mech Bay
"Smart answer" Derek grinned, reaching over and giving Tycho a brief pat on the back of his shoulder with a wave of his hand to follow, matching head movement to emphasize the hint.
"C'mon, let's grab some chow. I don't know about you but I reckon I could eat a whole Squid if they prepared it for me right about now."
With that Derek headed out of the shower rooms and to the only place he knew they served food at this hour. Or in general. Either way where food was, Derek would find it. He wasn't quite as bad as one particular anthro wolf he knew from Earth. That guy had a stomach that could out-eat the likes of King Kong and Godzilla put together. Okay maybe a slight exageration. Then again there were times Derek couldn't help but wonder...
In any case it had been a while since he had heard anything from him. And all of a sudden he popped into mind on the way to find some food. Oh the irony!
MedLab
(OOC: Good point. XD! So basically then Daemun "sensed" it? Or felt the "impact" or "recoil" or whatever you wanna call it?)
"Well I sure as hell felt it..." Daemun muttered in response with a small curling of his lip. "The question is...why?"
It wasn't that Mariis' help went unnoticed. It was just that Daemun now had some questions to ask in regards to why he felt what he felt if wasn't aimed at him at all. The answer came soon enough, which Daemun was equally as surprised about. "What?..." Came the puzzled, if not brief inquiry as Mariis pointed out that he wasn't filtering. "What the hell do you mean I'm "not filtering"? Last I checked I'm pretty sure I have my filters on pretty sec-...Oh..." Daemun had a sudden look to his expressions as though he suddenly realized the most obvious thing on the planet. "Right...the healing must have knocked that down. I'm still at that vulnerable stage. Not I get it. Still..." His tone went suddenly angry again as he threw his arms up a brief as he blurted out, finger out in pointed authority "I want to know what the hell is going on and who this 'he' is...exact...ly..."
His last word trailing off Daemun seemed suddenly interested in something off to the right, his stance straightened and that unique eye of his showing signs of scanning as it had before only this time Daemun would spend some time studying the area. Carefully he focused on that one zone, stepping up toward the wall and slowly moving along it, his hand held flat and opened at full spread. As he reached about half way he gradually stopped, his hand sliding along to the middle of the wall as he saw that one familiar aura. Though in the physical world he currently took on a different form Daemun could see his aura in the form he truly took. Only of course in this vision mode he could see it in various representing colors.
At first he was surprised, tilting his head a moment before taking another close look just to be sure. It was shortly after a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and with a smooth, cold tone he his smirk blended with a grin.
"Well, well, well...looks what the Hellhound dug up..."
(OOC: Erm...I'm guessing one is darker than the other? Or more serious? Or hardcore? XD!)
T'S POST
Mech Bay
Tycho gave one of his cute little half smiles that usually happened when he thought he had a good grasp of what was going on but was not quite certain. He fell in step beside Derek, the two of them joining the general flow of traffic headed to the Atrium. Some of them might just be grabbing snacks or cooking ingredients from the gardens, others would be heading up to The Eatery for a decent prepared meal.
"Shouldn't we tell the commander about the Mal'akh first?" he inquired.
MedLab
(ooc - the Fae aren't nearly as powerful as the Mal'akh. Stereotypically they are great at magic but not so good at sanity. Mariis is part Fae part Psion, can be a match for a Mal'akh if pissed off enough, is mostly sane and only goes cold calculating when there's huge things that need to be dealt with - big disasters, strange demons etc. - I don't know that she can do much fae magic in and of itself but she naturally augments her Psion abilities with fae magic ;)
The obvious question that everyone else on any given planet would have been to clarify "You know him?" Mariis didn't bother, she figured from Daemun's reaction that he knew the Mal'akh Starzone and Trajectory had managed to jump. There was no antagonism from him so she figured he was on friendly terms with the newcomer. Which could present problems if the newcomer was hostile.
"Stay here as long as you need to recover, sir."
She hoped he would rest up some. She figured he would be like every other mercenary she knew and tag along to see what was going on, although there was a small chance he'd just go back to whatever it was he had been doing before he found his way down.
"Sorry to have to rush off. I will see you again." She saluted him and exited, sending a message to Murdoc to be on standby to seal off the section if necessary, though technically sealing it off would only present a barrier to herself and the Mal'akh, the two Psions would be able to leave at will.
The Holding Room was a modified isolation ward, which meant it was more or less a fishbowl. There had been curtains at one stage which could be drawn to protect privacy as necessary but it was mainly for keeping eyes on and responding quickly to serious and possibly contagious cases at all times. This particular isolation ward now only contained a beat up, worn armchair seated in the middle of a circle of holding. Just on the offchance that wasn't enough, there was another one, of a different design, on the roof directly above. To back them up, the walls were also laced with some pretty formidable magic.
The chair was occupied by a tall gray and white mouse with a large build. He had a strained look about him, like he was struggling against a massive, invisible force. Starzone and Trajectory's bracelets were on his wrists, and there was an intricate sigil painted on his forehead in blood, a rune of binding, marvellously clear for the haste in which it would have been scrawled on. The mouse's eyes were a telltale blue, lightly glowing, and the rage he was emitting was almost palpable, though he made no sound. His burning gaze was fixed firmly on Starzone and Trajectory, who were standing either side of the inside of the closed door of the Holding Room, visible against the glass, with their arms folded loosely, returning the Mal'akh's glare.
(OOC: LMAO! Yeah no, I'm not that much of a mimbo. =P Strange. Lol, ya know...I think so too. It pretty much hates me. XD! )
Mech Bay
(OOC: Couldn't figure out how to spell "mech" for a moment there. XD!)
Derek knew that smile while. It was one he himself would often use when he just wanted to accept something and not have to question it despite the fact he wasn't quite sure of its meaning. He didn't question Tycho though, again through his own experiences knowing that questioning would lead to more questions that Derek wasn't so sure he had all the answers for.
As they headed toward the Atrium, Derek stopped in brief defeat with a roll of his eyes and one of those "Urgh..." kind of sigh/grunts when you know the other had a point you didn't quite want to recognize right then and there. "Yeah I guess..." Derek muttered, turning then to Tycho with a smile and a small chuckle.
"But if I eat you along the way remember it's your fault for depriving me of food" He joked, reaching over and ruffling Tycho's head fur, careful not to hurt his antennae in the process, before heading off in the direction of the Commander's Quarters. Or wherever would be best to find him.
MedLab
(OOC: Ah, I see. So basically a Mal'akh is another name for a demon or is it a type of demon? I are is confused again. XD!)
How refreshing. Someone who didn't question the obvious. Daemun respected that, in his own sort of ways, and certainly apreciated the fact Mariis wasn't one to pry into what wasn't yet any of her business. Then again it could be her business, all things considered. Besides she just helped him heal so even if she did question him it wasn't like Daemun, right now, was about to snap at her over it. He may be cold and such but he knew when to reward someone when it was earned. Or at least not chew their face off when they helped. It gets complicated from there.
"I think I'm pretty much done" Daemun replied, stepping away from the wall as he turned to Mariis with his usual tone and mannerism, turning then to Mariis and adding "But it might be a good idea that I allow myself to regenerate some lost energy. I'll need it at some point and if this...visitor decides to muck up you'll need all the help you can get. Trust me. He's not to be underestimated."
With a nod Daemun saluted back before responding "Affirmative. To your duties then" before watching as Mariis headed out. In the meantime Daemun found himself a place to crouch down and close his eyes, entering a deep meditation-like state and soon a sleep-like stasis to allow his energy to gradually and steadily recharge. He could rush it but that only ended up screwing his head up and leaving him with a migrane to deal with later.
Meanwhile...
Sydonai, seated upon an onyx throne carved to perfection in truly wicked taste, looked down at a bowl of blood held atop a pedistool a short distance in front of him. With calm sort of seriousness he stood, walking up to the pedistool, which also was carved of onyx but decorated in gold strips/holds and blood-red markings carved upon its front and back.
"Foolish Mal'akh..." He hissed, slowly placing his hands on the edges of the pedistool as he peered deep into the images at the center of the blood, seeing clearly the happenings in that particular room "You have gone and got yourself caught."
Waving his hand over the blood slowly he slowly retreated it, closing and opening his hand and looking at his palm and then back to the scene in the blood. "How fascinating. These Psions certainly know what they are doing if even I can feel the chill of the power in this room. Surely though...there has to be a way in...Or perhaps I should first wait and observe."
(ooc - Mal'akh are angels and demons collectively, considering demons are just "fallen" angels)
Atrium
They had to pass through the Atrium anyway on their way to Strike, and there was plenty of fruit for the snagging. Tycho snagged a collection, stuffing his ample pockets with all manner of hard fuit while stuffing his muzzle with smaller berries and soft fruit. It wouldn't be much of a meal while they were hurrying up to see Strike but it would be enough til they got to go back and have a decent meal.
MedLab: Holding Room
(ooc - he can see through the nulling the Psion Orb is doing? Holy crap that's some serious blood magic :O And dammit I was going to gloss as they're all my characters. Fine, I'll give you something to observe :P Also, Sydonai has met Starzone and Trajectory before, they got protective when he was talking to Murdoc, Starzone was politeish, Trajectory was...Trajectory)
How refreshing, a mercenary that rested up when advised to! Mariis was very temporarily caught by surprise when she exited the Psion room and didn't have a curious demon practically on her tail, as verified by the door softly thudding shut immediately behind her. She didn't have a lot of time to stay surprised though, there was the small matter of the Mal'akh to attend to. She sent a message to Trix at the front desk, informing her that she was going to be busy for a while and to use the other medics, or if there was a dire emergency to send Murdoc or Retro to the Holding Room to get her, before placing the datapad on Murdoc's desk. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked to the Holding Room.
She couldn't suppress the shudder as she stepped through the door. It closed behind her and the holding magic immediately took effect. She was now as unable to leave this prison as the demon, until the Psions let them out. The demon was secure, so she turned to face Starzone. The slightly younger girl was missing the customary ribbon work around her right arm, and there was a fresh gash there, now clotted up. So she'd done the bloodwork. Made sense as Trajectory by his own admission couldn't draw to save his life. They had exerted themselves quite hard fom the sounds, their breathing was very deep and even, and both had obvious brawl marks. They were fine and didn't require attention, so she turned to the demon.
"Hello again, Chainwhip," her tone was slightly colder, otherwise she could well have just been visiting a patient. "Chainwhip" regarded her calmly. Most of the tension had left his body on seeing someone he recognised, but he was still wary, his eyes were still blue although not burning as fiercely as they had been previously. He didn't say anything, because he couldn't. "You may speak. And I'll unbind you if you give us your name."
A smart-mouthed reply was called for here. And shrugged off as "who could be blamed for trying?" But the reality was Mariis was confined to the room until such time as her two friends released her and Raum was not only stuck in the room he was also currently pinned to the chair until further notice or until the rune was removed. Somewhat of a disadvantage. However there was also the small matter of whether or not the dangling carrot would actually be given. Raum chose to be smart rather than smart mouthed.
Smiling at Mariis, he said, "Your word."
Without hesitation, Mariis crossed the floor and planted a kiss on him. Not just a peck on the cheek type kiss, but a long, deep, serious one usually reserved for lovers or lusters. She pulled back when she was done, leaning over Raum with her hands resting on the arms of the chair, outside of his arms so their heads remained close. He smiled, looking quite smug and satisfied.
"I'll have to take words like that more often."
Mariis smiled back, but there wasn't any warmth in it. "Do you want to stay bound?"
Raum heaved a deep, theatrical sigh. "Aren't Fae usually more...playful?"
"I'm more Psion than Fae."
He conceded the point. "My name is Raum." He opened up a little on giving his name, and visibly stiffened, baring his incisors in a silent snarl of pain as she reaved him. It left him breathless and not in a good way. "Was that really necessary?"
"Had to make sure." Mariis stood up and rubbed her hand across Raum's forehead, smearing the rune and rendering it unrecognisable as anything but a smear of dried blood. Raum first visibly relaxed like a weight had been lifted off him, then he stood up abruptly, forcing Mariis to take a couple of steps back toward the door and her friends. He winced as the annoying migraine causing buzz of the bracelets made him think before utilising any of his usable-in-this-form abilities. He slipped both off and pegged them at the heads of his captors.
Starzone and Trajectory had not moved from their guard posts or poses either side of the door. Weeping Angel style, both shifted position in a blink t catch their respective bracelets, which were very hastily slipped into cargo pockets as though they were hot metal.
"What are you looking for, Raum?" Mariis inquired.
"My young friend in there." Raum nodded toward the Psion rest area. This threw all three Psions slightly, evident in Mariis' blink and Starzone and Trajectory briefly loosening their postures. Brutal honesty was something encouraged and practised by them. They were used to glib, smooth talking Mal'akh. Having one just answer straight up was Daemun's buzzword of "refreshing", yet ironically put them on guard specifically because it could be a calculated ploy to let down their guard. Raum expounded. "You call him Daemun."
And there was only the four of them to deal with two demons if things got out of hand. They would fear nothing if only Darkmoon were there.
(OOC: Ah, gotcha. Thanks for clearing that up! =D
Daemun: "Fuck off! I was no God damn angel!"
Derek: "She means in general Daemun. As in it's the general label for both collectively."
Daemun: "I don't give a shit! That's beside my point!"
Derek: "Daemun?"
Daemun: "What!?"
Derek: "Chill...the FUCK OUT!"
Daemun: "...." )
Atrium
Tycho wasn't the only one snagging up some munchies along the way, Derek aiming his hand to more meat-filled meals and the occasional fruit here and there which he promptly either ate or stuffed into his pockets for the trip. Munching on one of the chunks of Squid he managed to scrape up along the way he gestured for Tycho to follow.
"This way" Derek announced through a mouth full of Squid.
The meals were only temporary to ease his growling stomach until they could get something decent. In the meantime he made his way to where he needed to be, making himself known with a knock on the door frame and poking his head into the room with a quick salute.
"Commander? You here? I've got something I need to talk to you about if you're available."
Derek really should get into the habit of following proper protacol. Well then again Derek wouldn't be Derek if he always did that.
Med Lab - Holding Room
(OOC: Wow, even I didn't realize it until now. XD! But yeah, he's Sydonai. Go figure. =P And oh yeah! I vaguely remember some of that now. I also remember they've met when...wait...no that was Daemun. Different character, different scenario. XD! And you can still do what you want. Sydonai's just observing, he just can't quite get into the room. He's able to see into it, to an extent, but hasn't found any loop holes. Yet. =P Not that he will neccessarily find any since they know what they're doing and are doing it well. =P )
Truth is Daemun wanted to follow and see this Mal'akh for himself. But he needed the time to regenerate so really it was a case of good timing. But just because he didn't follow didn't mean he didn't have his senses up. He might be regenerating but he kept a certain "connection" with this Mal'akh just in case. The very moment even the slightest sign of a threat, so much as even a finger flinching in the wrong manner, Daemun would know about it and would on the Mal'akh like white on rice. Granted he could get anywhere near that room. That was some serious barriers!
Meanwhile...
Sydonai observed all this with fascination. A Psion/Fae? Now that was something new. Or very rare indeed. At least as far as he knew and he has been around for a heck of a while. Well she certainly knew how to get Raum to talk, that was for sure, and certainly had a way with her interogation. That kiss was a complete throw off but Sydonai could see the method in Mariis' madness. Funnily enough he had seen similar things in some female demons, particularly the Succubi. When they wanted something they knew how to get to a man's heart. Or a woman's. Didn't matter half the time. And how and why they wanted to get to their heart varied. This was a little different though and Sydonai, intrigued as much as he was observing for Raum's safety, watched and took mental notes along the way, sitting back in his throne in a calm and royal-esque manner, leaning the side of his snout against the knuckles of his left hand and leaning on the arm rest of his throne as he continued to observe. He smirked at the conversation, amused by Raum's...or should we say "Chaintail"'s typical reaction.
"Careful Raum..." Sydonai warned as though Raum could even hear him, knowing full well he couldn't "That temper of yours could ruin everything. Bah! You know what you are doing. Do not fuck it up..."
(OOC: o..O...Wow, I had more written up but then I got an error. So I deleted the last part, changing my mind on it anyway, and it worked. o..O...yay! =D
Conference Room
There was a collision.
A dead ringer for Murdoc, just younger, a little shorter, sporting glasses, and with a wilder Einsteinian mop of white hair, sighed from where he'd ended up on the ground, looking like this was a regular occurrence. He got up off the floor with slightly more effort than should have been required, and flicked his tail over the crook of one arm, where it rested limply.
"Commander Strike's in the Ship Dock." The dead ringer had the same accent as Murdoc, soft, lilting and trilled Rs.
Tycho popped around Derek, and his ears perked up. "Retro! You're back!"
The white mouse with the black head smiled. "So it would appear. How are you Ty? Find yourself a new master?"
"I'm good," Tycho said cheerfully. "This is my new master. His name's Derek. He's really good with mechs."
Retro extended a hand. "Pleased to meet you, Derek. My name is Rezso." It sounded a bit like a short guttural sneeze. "For obvious reasons I get Retro."
MedBay
Holding Room
"Must be terribly important if you broke into a nullSpace to look for him."
Raum made a very casual dismissive gesture as if it was of no importance, consequence or much of a big deal really. "He disappeared off my radar for a while. Thought I'd better see if he was still alive."
Mariis smiled coyly. "You're not recruiting are you?"
Raum snorted with unfeigned deirision. "No."
"Working for anyone?"
Raum shook his head, again decisively. The fine furs on the back of his neck prickled. He felt like he was being watched, by someone other than the kids hanging out in the room with him. Seeing as he had the opportunity he looked over them properly. They looked back, the electrokinetic coldly, the pyrokinetic slightly curious.
"What are you intending to do with your 'friend' once you find him?"
Here Raum shrugged. "I hadn't thought that far ahead."
There was a pause. It wasn't a terribly long one, but in that room, buzzing with that much magic, containing those people, it may or may not have contained an eternity.
"Starzi," Mariis said, "go check with Commander Shade."
Starzone hesitated. Mariis glanced back over her shoulder to see what the problem was. Starzone said "Yes ma'am," and slipped out the door. There was a breath of freedom, felt like a prisoner might feel a gust of breeze through barred windows, as the door opened to admit the slip of a girl and then closed behind her.
Psion Rest Area
Starzone slipped into the Psion Rest Area. She glanced around and spied Daemun sprawled on the couch. "Commander Shade," she said, her voice raised slightly in case he was asleep, but not so loud that it would snap him out of a meditation unnecessarily fast.
(ooc - what if it's brown rice? :P)
Conference Room
Instinctively Derek's ears perked up and his tail shot up high-rise, his stance instantly into a protective one as he stood in front Tycho, reaching into his trench coat for his blaster although stopped with cool and calm smirk, chuckling it all away as he bravely announced "Careful there citizen. You could have really hurt yourself!"
Okay so that's how it played out in Derek's head. What actually happened was that the moment the loud noise was heard Derek let out a rather feminine "ARGH!", completely with chest clutching, before immediately straightening himself out with a strong clear of his throat. Acting as though that never happened and playing it like he wasn't effected at all although the more he tried to hide it the more obvious it was.
Talk about first impressions.
"I mean...uh...Holy crap, that was loud!...Yeah...moving on..."
Master? Derek wasn't quite so sure he was too comfortable with that label. It kind of made him feel like Tycho was his slave or something. Then again it was kind of neat. Kind of like how a martial arts student would call their teacher their "Master". In that sense it gave Derek a sense of belonging. It made him feel...well...like family. That he could certainly learn to live with.
"Mechs and then some" Derek proudly noted with his usual trademark grin, arms folded and all the confidence of Mars resting easy on his shoulders. With that same shining confidence and a bit of enthusiasm thrown into the mix Derek unfolded his arms and shook Retro's hand with a nod. "I know what you mean. I used to get 'Drake' a lot for some reason back ho-...well...back when I was a cub." He smiled. "Nice to meet you too Rezso. Erm...or Retro...whichever you prefer."
Med Bay - Psion Rest Area
It was kind of eery how Daemun returned from his meditative sleep-like state, returning from it after hearing the echo of Starzone's voice in his world of darkness. Slowly opening his eyes they adjusted to the lights of the room, his area being particularly dimmer than the rest for a very good reason. Turning his head to see Starzone he would turn it back to look directly upward toward the ceiling as he stretched out, bones crackling as he did, and with a worn out groan he gradually sat himself up, swivelling around to sit up on the couch, leaning forward with one hand resting on his thigh as he used that arm as a kind of support, the other reaching up the back of his neck to rub tiredly at it. With that hand lazily flopping onto his lap he looked straight at Starzone with a nod.
"Starzone..." Came the cold yet calm toned response. "You have something to report?"
(OOC: Then I eat it all up! Wait...what? o..O...XD! )
Conference Room
(ooc - RoFL! XD Poor Derek :)
Retro flicked an ear, looking nonplussed. "Either is fine. Shall we?" He gestured back at the door behind Tycho and Derek, seeing as they were impeding his path out anyway. Considering how easily Derek had knocked him over when they had been moving in opposite directions it was fairly obvious that he wasn't going to be pushing past them any time soon. Plus he both looked and sounded much too polite for that. "What else do you play with?" he added, sounding genuinely interested as opposed to polite.
MedLab
Holding Room
Raum still couldn't quite shake that feeling of being watched. To be fair, he kind of felt like that most of the time, especially when he was some place he knew he wasn't meant to be, but when it was this acute it usually meant someone was actually watching him. He supposed he shouldn't really be surprised, all things considering. He was in one hell of a holding room. Maybe some of these Psions' friends were keeping tabs on what was going on. He studied the Psion/Fae and her male friend...bodyguard?...after the other female had left. Now there were two, could he take them? Possibly. To what purpose? He'd still be stuck here. Unless he could somehow force that arrogant little prat of an electrokinetic to release him, on the offchance the Fae had the same problem as him of being able to get out.
It sounded like more trouble than it was worth. And to be perfectly honest, aside from the whole disliking being a prisoner thing, inside the nullSpace wasn't so bad. It had made tracking Daemun down nearly impossible, so he was probably now equally untraceable, and that suited him just fine. Busting out of here wasn't going to put him on friendly terms with the locals though. They'd accepted Daemun all right and seemed to be quite well aware of his Mal'akh nature, which indicated to him that the denizens weren't completely clueless. Non-hostility was probably the better course of action for now.
It took a bit of effort to overcome misgivings on his part but Raum convinced himself to casually flop back into the armchair he had earlier been more or less bound to. It was, now that he wasn't being forced to stay there, really quite comfortable. He smirked at the irony, and stared at both mice, politeness, his own sensibility and the idea that now was not the time or place or situation the only things preventing him from seeing if he could have a little fun with them.
Psion Rest Area
"Yes sir." Starzone unconsciously shifted into a more attentive stance. "The Mal'akh in the Holding Room says his name is Raum, and claims to be a friend of yours. He says he's not recruiting or working for anyone and apparently was just worried about you, but doesn't know what he's going to do now that you're both in the space spot. Mariis wants you to verify." She stood by, her eyes not leaving him as her ears flicked to take in any audible change in their immediate surroundings.
Conference Room
(OOC: It's all YOUR fault! *Pointing at Retro.* XD!)
"Oh sure!" Derek grinned, confidence still radiantly beaming from him. You could almost scoop it into bottles for that extra confidence boost when you really needed it. If only it were that simple.
Moving out of the way and gesturing for Retro to lead the way Derek's expressions became more curious and slightly surprised. This guy actually wanted to hear what Derek was interested in? Well hey, best take the opportunity while the door's open! Normally not one to trust another right away somehow with Retro, Derek just clicked with right away. Well okay there were still some minor trust issues but nothing that couldn't be overcome in due time. For the moment Derek was enthusiastically collected, confident and very much frighteningly alike to a particular white mouse of a particular show we here might just so happen to be fans of. I think you know what I'm talking about. If not I'll give you a hint: No it isn't Stuart Little.
"Well lots of things" Derek explained, gesturing accordingly, every movement "down-with-the-flow" and it was immediately apparent that were it not for his geeky reputation here at the Tir Derek was your typical "studly macho man" if you will. Well kinda. He had a sort of gothy-ish/teenager/metal head type streaks to him too when the times were right and he certainly had proven he could be one hell of a soldier/fighter when need be. And/or, at least, look the part very well.
"Apart from the mech repairs I can repair and drive pretty much almost anything." Remember that image I was talking about earlier? Right about now is when that completely shattered and Derek suddenly showed his completely geeky side, obliterating the macho-man-tone...
"I also am familiar with certain types of simulations, even going as far as "tuning" some of them. I've also tinkered about with some weapon modifications and other forms of such for various types of land, sea and air vehicles. Hmm, what else? Oh yeah! I'm also familiar with certain levels of inter-travels and dimensional gateways but I've never really put any of my theories into practice. Aaaaaaaaalso" Waving a finger as-a-matter-of-fact-edly "I've done some slight research on genetic altercations but only some light stuff since I focus more on the software/hardware aspect of things. Pretty much all things mechanical and that make loud explosions are my specialities but I am capable of other forms of tinkering when it comes to less noisy things."
"And I come complete with warranty." Derek added with a small smirk, showing a bit of geeky-humor.
MedLab
Holding Room
While all the while Sydonai watched the happenings from his throne like a Zues over Persius, Daemun meanwhile kept tabs on things as best he could. There were limitations to how far he could monitor this Mal'akh and to what extent he could sense him, all things considered, and his intentions. So he was pretty much effectively forced into having to do things the old fashioned way and take things all one step at a time. Go with the flow and take it easy. For now.
Good thing Raum decided to take the non-hostile approach. Otherwise that would have just pissed Daemun off and we all know full well Daemun's not to be underestimated. Nor is Raum but that's beside the point. There was a lot more to Daemun than met the eye.
"Raum?" Daemun was surprised to hear this name which made him straighten his stance and come to a brief stop, snapping his attention to Mariis with a bit of a frown. Puzzled more than anything Daemun wondered and asked "What the hell is he doing here? And why the fuck is searching for me? Hmm...we had better see what the touchy bastard wants." Daemun smirked as he walked passed Mariis, stopping just a few feet ahead of her and looking over his shoulder as he added "Patience isn't one of his greatest virtues." Neither was checking on someone purely because he was "Worried" about them. Daemun could be wrong but he had a feeling this was one of those cover up excuses. There had to be a very important reason as to why Raum came all this way to see him. With a chuckle that indicated he knew Raum all too well in that regards Daemun waited now for Mariis to lead the way.
Transit
Retro took the lead, walking at an average walking pace but with a strange gait and a noticeable limp that didn't seem to be causing him any pain. He listened attentively to what Derek was saying but a lot less with Tycho's rapt adoration and more with a mind who has found a like. "How slight's your slight genetic research?" Retro asked. "Are you familiar with Leviathan Components?"
MedLab: Holding Room
Daemun's rapid entrance into the Holding Room surprised everyone but Raum. Mariis wore a slightly confused expression, uncertain why anyone would knowingly and willingly waltz into an area they were going to be incapable of leaving. Although theoretically if Daemun was here then he was on friendly terms with the Tir which meant the Psions should be as likely to let him out as they would her. She was drawing conclusions though seeing as she only knew of him and hadn't met him til not long ago. Trajectory arched an eyebrow. Fleet footed Starzone darted in just before the door shut in Daemun's wake and sealed the two demons and the part-Fae in again.
Mariis took a couple of steps back to give Daemun her spot. Raum remained in a relaxed casual and deceptively vulnerable position, relaxed as he was leaning on one arm of the chair, with one of his legs tossed over the other arm. He looked amused more than anything else at Daemun's declaration that patience wasn't one of his greater virtues. Considering his chosen path Raum was probably one of the more patient types, but it didn't matter, so he didn't bite, allowing himself a half smile. "[Good to see you're doing well, Krei'uz]," he said, switching to a language commonly spoken among the Mal'akh, Fae and other such, but which had all but disappeared from the MaterialScape. He figured his concern had been unwarranted, but he'd been looking out for the younger demon for so long it was almost becoming second nature. He suddenly wondered what it was that Sydonai had in mind. Raum's plans to lay low and quietly raid loosely guarded hoards while everyone else was warring had been thrown into disarray by Daemun jumping two ranks unexpectedly which had way too many eyes on him and not many of them friendly. As difficult as it was to believe, Raum was just interested in making sure Daemun was going into whatever he chose to do with full knowledge to make decent decisions, as last he'd checked in with his young apprentice he couldn't remember anything worth a damn.
The three youngsters in the room perked their ears slightly, as Starzone and Trajectory recognised it, though they weren't fluent in it, and it stirred ancestral memory in Mariis.
Transit
Retro's limp kind of reminded Derek of a particular medical show persona from way back home. Apparently the show was really good but Derek was always busy doing some other thing or other to keep him occupied. Or risking his life in some dare devil act. To find someone who was at least very much like himself, at first glance at least, was a relief from the common huff-and-gruff type personalities scattered around the Tir. Not that Derek really minded but it was refreshing to have a new energy thrown into years of firm surroundings.
"Nope" Derek began with a shake of his head, explaining with a small shrug and a smile to match "As far as genetics go I've only really covered the basic understandings of shapeshifting, or at least the possibilities of it but I've seen enough evidence of it to know it's fact and not fiction, and the reasons behind some species morphing at some stage of their life. Otherwise? Pretty much "this mates with that causing this" is about as far as I've gone. Oh! And also I came up with a theory as to why a particular species of extra terrestrial life would "merge" with its host's DNA type at birth." Rubbing the back of his neck with a small grin Derek further explained "I've done a little research on the Xenomorphs of the Zeta Reticuli system. Not too sure where exactly they're from though since no one really truly knows."
Derek stopped himself before going on one of his tangents.
Med Lab: Holding Room
Daemun hadn't actually intended on making the sudden entrance (OOC: No seriously. I had no idea. XD!) but somehow had managed to make enough of a "jump" so to speak to suddenly pop up out of nowhere. If you blinked you would have missed his entrance which was quick and swift. Now that he was here though he was pretty much stuck here. But it was better than having to deal with a headache outside of the room.
Meanwhile...
"Well, well...look what we have here" Sydonai smirked, fingertips meeting as he casually leaned back in his throne with a bit a chuckle. "This I had not expected. So eager to meet I see...well this makes things far easier than first anticipated..."
Even he was surprised to see Daemun do what he did. It actually completely shocked him at first but he got over it quite quickly. Raum seemed to be the only one completely unphased by the whole thing.
Meanwhile back in the Holding Room...
On the outside Daemun looked firm, cold, calculating and authoritive as he stepped into place, hands held behind him and his stance strong and firm like a high ranked mercenary. On the inside though he was calm, collected and yes still firm but a lot more welcoming, at least to Raum, than he would be to anyone else. "Good to see you recall my name" Daemun responded in the same form of language, perhaps to the surprise of some as it just flowed out as though he knew it all alog. In fact he obviously has but in merging with a demon he also gained its knowledge and, pretty much, became it. A small smirk finally breaking through that firm exterior of his "It is good to see you too master Raum. And cocky as ever." Daemun chuckled, his expressions gradually becoming more firm then as he asked a little more bluntly "No offense but you've come a long way just to say hello. Why do I get the feeling there's more to this meeting this time than the usual check up routine? You know I hate surprises..."
Why Daemun had walked straight into the room he would explain if need be. But the best way to describe it, despite it being one of those spontanious and care-free things he does, is to show that if he had no reason to be afraid or intimidated or threatened by Raum then there was no reason that anyone else should feel the same. But they had their reasons and were it not for the knowledge of knowing Raum and respecting him, this clearly evident in the fact he called him 'master' out of courtesy and respect which was VERY rare for Daemun to ever do to anyone unless he respected them enough and the likes, then Daemun would have taken his own precautions. Right now though he was basically disregarding his own safety to see, and make sure it was him, Raum face to face. As new as this face was.
Transit
"There's something I haven't delved into yet," Retro smiled. "I probably should have asked if you had any experience with cyberware. I got a little ahead of myself."
"Did you manage to get a Vital?" Tycho piped up suddenly from the other side of Derek.
"No," answered Retro, "they're notoriously difficult to get. Like our friend Derek's Xenomorphs, no one knows where they're from."
Med Lab: Holding Room
Raum's smile widened. Not that Daemun could talk but there was no way Raum could deny being cocky. "[I remembered fine]," he returned, "[You on the other hand seemed to take a while]," he teased, recalling their first encounter after Daemu had opened his black box, and Daemun couldn't even remember Raum despite the amount of time they'd spent together. And he was completely unsurprised that Daemun was suspicious. He would be too. Hell, he was. He sighed. "[I told you in the DreamScape I was going to come find you. I have no idea what's causing that interference]..." Raum waved dismissively in the direction of the room the Psion Orb resided in, which was actually the neighbouring room, "...[but it's almost completely blocking this...thing...that we're in. Made conversation tricky. You don't seem to have quite pulled yourself together yet - so to speak, and same as when we met, I want you to do whatever you do as fully informed as you can be]." He paused to draw breath, and shot a glance as something passed between Starzone and Trajectory, which earned Trajectory a sharp look from Starzone and seemed to cause Mariis' tail to flick. Raum continued: "[I accidentally encountered Sydonai in a rather unexpected location]." He looked carefully at Daemun. "[You seem to have already encountered him. He was quite anxious that we should meet, but to what purpose I cannot say for sure]."
Transit
"Like I said, it's only touch-and-go" Derek explained with a small shrug "But they're interesting. Now if you asked my friend Xa'rox he'd happily tell you all about them. In fact he loved them so much he literally figured out a way to fuse his own DNA with that of a Xenomorph's. Some call him crazy" With a smirk Derek added with a wink "Science would probably call him 'creative'."
"Cyberwear?" He inquired with perked ears and a brief tilt of his head. "Well depends on what you mean exactly" Derek then explained with an idle shrug to match his previous casual mannered one "I've repaired some cybernetic parts but never installed them since I don't have the medical know-how."
"That reminds me of 'Wolf 1' as he's code named..." Derek then added as an after thought.
Tycho's inquiry sparked Derek's curiousity and puzzled him a slight as much as Retro's response to it had. "Vitals?" Derek decided to make an inquiry of his own. "Are they some kind of extra terrestrial like the Xenomorphs? Maybe even related?"
Med Lab: Holding Room
Oh Daemun wasn't denying the fact he could certainly be very cocky. But he was more arogant and cold than cocky and proud. Raum just had a particular...charm about him that Daemun rarely ever showed. If at all. "Truth is time and...certain circumstances had and still has made things a little...clouded" Daemun explained, from that point simply listening with a typically firm yet relatively calm patience. The more Raum explained things the more Daemun was starting to understand why he was here. Taking note of what was said and mentioned, looking over in the direction Raum refered to before looking back at him Daemun sensed that particular something pass between Starzone and Trajectory. For now he let it be however as he focused on his response, breathing in through his nose slowly before exhaling out in his response, hands held behind him and his tone typical yet surprisingly calm for Daemun.
"If Sydonai, who I have encountered at least once before, is sending you to tell me this and wants to meet us, even one of us, he is obviously going out of his way to make it happen. Personally don't believe he's leading us in the wrong direction. But here's not a good place to talk about this."
Turning to the others Daemun wasted no time in taking action from here. "Starzone, Trajectory, I need one of you to grant me clearance to any ritual rooms. I need to make a realm jump and he's coming with me" Moving his head in brief reference to Raum, Daemun then continued "I also need someone with a strong knowledge in Blood Magic. Starzone, you seem to be pretty creative with your blood. Maybe that's something you could help with?"
"Understand everyone this is a matter of importance and I take full responsibility" He firmly, and very clearly, noted to everyone, his eyes scanning about from individual to individual.
Mech Bay
(OOC: Ya know...I suddenly realized after reading your last OOC that a 3 weeks jump was a bit...extreme...XD! You can still bring in the grand entrance, right? Damn it! Now I'll probably never know! XD!)
(OOC 2: XD! Well...yeah okay, I keep forgetting about those because on MY PLANET we do OUR OWN laundry. Don't prove me wrong. Just flow with it. It's easier on my ego. =P )
There were a few questions of which remained opened, particularly in regards to that angelic-esque Martian Mouse who seemingly watched over Derek during his time of recovery. The other question was how on Mars he healed as quick as he did, that touch of hers having had of done something and the final question was for how long would he have this shadow on his lung for and how would it effect his over all performance. Apparently not that bad as so far he seemed perfectly capable to do his usual thing, now baring the scar of which served as a solid reminder of how sometimes risking your life isn't such a big risk if it's for someone or something you deeply care for. That is to say living. Although Derek certainly counted his lucky stars as for a good while there was a very slim chance of ever recovering at all.
"Thanks Tycho" Derek tiredly smiled, cooling himself down and doing his best to keep at ease and at the same time respecting the young mouse's decision to deal with his problems in his own way. Although Derek had tried and tried again to help Tycho get over this deep guilt of his it was just too soon to heal Tycho's emotional wound. But none the less the determined Derek would always remind Tycho that this sort of thing happens all the time and that if he wanted to be strong he would have to deal with these things. Of course he was only young and Derek was starting to feel more and more like a father figure than a teacher.
Derek's foul moods never lasted all that long, depending on the gravity of the situation, and eventually, having had only just taken his shirt off to prepare himself to enter the showers, he turned quickly with perked ears and a brief look of surprise as that voice swauvely entered the silence of the room. Turning fully to this other, stance calm yet firm, Derek displayed a similar type of expression as he calmly, and authoritively, questioned this mouse.
"First of all how the hell do you know my name?" He asked, adding then as he folded his arms "Secondly this is the tech bay, civilian shower lockers are a little ways east of here." Perking a brow then as he noticed the colors of the Martian Mouse's eyes before adding "And I don't recall seeing you around the Tir before...I'm guessing your new here.
Outside
(OOC: Yes. We'll go with all of that. XD!)
"Urghn! Quit that!" Daemun growled, curling his...erm...lip? I guess he has lips. Kind of. Well he curled something that could be considered a part of a lip considering his snout and teeth structure and all after feeling the clip of authority strike again. This wasn't the first time this happened only this time it made him stop completely, an overdrawn grunt-ish-growling hiss rumbling from the back of his throat through his nostrils as he looked down to turn the torch off in a final acceptance of defeat.
Taking a moment to look around and finally take in a few details he had missed, the techies and the clearly apparent vessel along with all the mercurite and whatever else they tagged along with them Daemun turned to Hummer with a bit of a frown.
"Mmrrr...fine...I will go to the Medical Bay..." He finally convinced himself that this was, despite his unease about it, quite a very good idea and wether Hummer had told him to or not was beside the point. He practically shoved the torch at Hummer, letting it go, the condition of his hands clearly not well at all and if it were not for his ability to take such injuries he would of lost that hand a long time ago, as he turned away and noted "I could use the rest. I will be in the Medic Lab should you need me."
He was somewhat more "formal" or not as "laid back" in his demon form when it came to talking and...well in general he was a lot more intimidating and for obvious reasons. It could of been a split personality were it not for the fact that really, these days, it was just another form with more "oomph" to it than his usual one. A hard one to explain that would need more time to do so. For those wishing to understand and know.
MedLab
Mo'kai'il, for a change, hadn't noticed someone enter the room at all. Usually he was very sharp with this, more so than his daughter which is saying something, but his condition didn't help him one bit. By the time he noticed her actually was when she had touched him, Mo'kai'il in turn sitting up quickly and snapping his attention her way with a startled jump.
"Yaow gurl! You tryin' ta kill me?!" Was the first thing to blurt out loudly from his mouth, his serious expressions indicating he was about to say something else but immediately he stopped, expression suddenly curious and then, just like that, he was at ease. It was almost as though he were reading her soul, her aura, peering into those deep blue eyes of hers before then with a smirk he tiredly raised a finger, waving it at her as an old man would to the youth when finding out a fact which answered a question.
"I know you naow. You're da lake gurl I saw in my dreams" Mo'kai'il explained, the term 'lake girl' refering her colors, eyes included, before going silent as he gave her the space he felt she needed. Mo'kai'il knew, having a strong sense for these things, what she was doing. But what would have been particularly surprising was how accaretly he pin-pointed certain facts about what she could see. He couldn't see it. Not right now. But he knew, somehow, what she was looking at. "While you be scrapin' da silver tings yaow might want to take a look at dat shadow spot to the right of my chest. Feels like a hole, naow?"
She was good. Very good. He could indeed talk now without feeling too much of a need to cough up more of his body. Ears perked he looked at her again, folding his ears back a slight as he lowered his gaze and would normally accompany it with a sigh but he just couldn't bring himself to do that. It hurt too much and his lungs were still feeling far too heavy for even a simple breath.
"Well I was supposed to arrange sometink for my daughter and her chosen mate. But den my lungs started bleeding and I ended up in dis place."
After a pause he looked up at this unusual Martian Mouse and curiously, calmly, he inquired with a bit of an upward nod "Yaow gurl, whatchu called? Yaow no ordinary mouse gurl. Like...a fae gurl or sometink. Yaow a healer, naw?"
You ain't got a life 'til ya live it free!
(Thanks Nightbeat/Katana for Derek's picture! ^..^)