03-10-2015, 11:25 PM
The space marine let out loud yell of defiance as the orgosynth let out a loud ear peircing shriek to show it's own struggle. The Namekian pushed with one hand and pulled with the other. His muscles flexed and tensed in the struggle. He could feel grip of the small tentacled being sliiping. The Warrior dug deep, he had come to far to lose now. Retane let out his own growl to match their battle cries and pulled harder. He had to release his grip a bit as to not dig into the soft flesh of his target and after a few more seconds of struggle, pulled the artefaqt free of it's host.
The orgosynth went flying into the air behind him and arith had shouted, "I got it", followed by an "oops'". Retane hadn't cared about his main objective right then, but focused on the bare back, at the upper right shoulder, where blood flowed forth from a multitude of holes that had been created by the symbiotic parasite. It was in a weird pattern that the Namekian couldn't recognize. He put his hand on the shoulder of George Haskell, who trembled and shuddered.
Sverit actually rushed forward and ripped a sleeve of her own shirt and placed it on the wound and held pressure there as the Emerald Warrior lowered his buttocks to his calves and took a long breath and closed his eyes. He had seen a picture of The Skull and his brother in identical uniforms ad Geoff's house. The Uniform was simple enough, It was azure camoflauge with both of them wearing their rank and medals. Both of them had happy grins on their faces. Retane focused pon that picture.
The Horseman brushed the Mercenaries hand away and leaned in concetrating on the uniform. The Emerald Warrior 's hands glowed and the green florescent light slowly enveloped most of the Space Marine's body. The glow soon began to give way and George Haskell was in the dark blue camoflauged uniform. The Namekian thought that it would stop the trembling, and perhaps put his mind more at ease. He looked at the cuffs and cut them. Sverit glanced at him and offered a weak smile
Retane took a deep breath and let the carring mercenary do her thing and stood up looking around. His mind was blank, or he had toomant thought running through them. For the moment he was on autopilot. Gilush and Arith were staring down at the demonic experiment. It was moving in the direcition of the young mercenary, who took a stepp back almost freaking out and the Lythian could only laugh. It was already wanting another host.
Another glance around the area let the renegade observe the area. He saw nothing to worry about but kept his alert up. He looked at the deceased, and wasn't sure if he respected them or hated them. In the end he didn't care. They were weak and failed. They thought they had come to handle a rather easy task and failed. Perhaps this is why Retane was good at a mercenary, he bested others? He had allowed his feral insticts take over, and execute his strike nearly perfectly. He only screwed up once, but the Dragon Warrior had been there to help him. Still, Retane needed to get stronger.
The Emerald Warrior glanced at the body of Fresh, the body Arith had brought with him, along with plenty of gear and some to spare. The Golden Warrior had seemed to kill him with a single stab wound through the kneck. The Emerald Warrior wondered if that was just the easiest, or if he had an attraction for attacking necks. Wasn't a bad style though, he found himself thinking; Dead men shouldn't speak.
The Namekian finally moved towards the two surrounding the objective. Retane moved and picked the orgosynth up, he looked toward Gilush and judged his scared explression. "You have somethng to contain this for a moment?"
The young adult widened his eyes, glanced around at the dead corpses and nodded and ran off. Arith watched the situation unfold and snickered a question, "You trust people now?' He watched that the mercenary ran towards the body of Thrush, who had weapons still equipped. Retane answered, forming a green ball of energy in his free hand. The Namek stared at the Lythian as the Dragon Warrior watched the mercenary return with a item thant turned into the box. Had GIlush grabbed a weapon, Arith would have gae a signal, and things would be bad for the siblings.
Retane accepted the small box when the human returned and put the orgosynth into it's cage. Arith was handled the small symbioitic creature who only gave asked if he could name it 'Gremlin Too'.
THe Emerald Fiend let out a sigh and looked to the young merc, who was staring confused at the ball of energ in his hand, "Do you have anything that will do any digging?" Gilush shook his head with a confused look, though he still seemed to try to think. He was asked then, "Want to dig your own grave?"
GIlush looked shocked and was scared he shook his head. The fresh merc looked weird compared to everyone though, as he still had nother but boxers on where pants should be covering. Retane knew Arith had to be getting a kick out of it. Probably alot of others if this situation wasn't so serious. "I want you to tell me now, and only the truth shall determine your fate. Any lie with mean death for you and her." The Namek let the threat sink in. "Explain to me what is going on with you and your sister and why you guys are specifically here."
Gilush thought for a few moments and looked to his sister who had perked her head up but still focused on the military veteran,"My sister use to be a Space Marine. She has been concluded as AWOL and wanted by the Empire for treason. She only joined to help our family. But their tactics, she never liked them. She was smart. Thrush found our family out after she AWOL'd and offered her payment for her services. We need the money. Well our family does. We want to get out of this city, but it's hard to pass through check points and all the camera's.
"I asked me sister to let me help. At least we would have each other's back. I had beat her training courses with flying colors. But... I ... I don't know..."
Failing a mission had to be hard, Retane wondered how he felt when he failed a mission long ago. The Green Warrior wished he knew. Still though, it seems the story of the siblings checked out for the moment. The Horseman would trust his insticts till they failed him, he guessed. His subconsciouness seemed to know things he didn't.
After getting his answer, Retane fired a blast of energy not to far off from him, but keeping it just enough distance to do his thing. He followed up by firing another, and another, until he let a barrage of energy lose, and stopped to observe his handy work. A memory tugged at his mind but he held it off. As the dust settled Retane spoke up, "Put the dead in the grave, he barked, and gather all this equipment beside it."
The Namekian turned and walked to George and Sverit, he looked down at the man who was now resting in the arms of a woman. She held him gently cradling his neck. He wasn't trembling, but seemed silent. She looked like she was trying to coo him. " I have decided to get you two out of here as agreed. I am thinking of putting all of the bodies in the grave I made. Throwing in some explosives, covering it up and detonating it. I would like you two to come with us. I have a place I could use your help defedning. If not you can go where ever once you leave the city. It is not for me to bend the will of someone to assist me. To do that means rebellion in my guess."
The female looked up at the Green Warrior, "Can you make sure some of our blood is in the explosion? Incase soeone comes to test? If we are concidered dead and killed in action, my family is free of money issues for a few years, at least."
Retane wanted to shrug but decided that there was no reason to lie. "I already ruinined your brothers hand, it had bled on this land already. I can't take it back, but it has reached me to this moment."
Sverit nodded but before she could answer, George coughed and began to speak. "You- you are the one that called for me. I remember you voice."
The Namekian knelt down to the soldier's side. " Yeah. Sorry. Your brother asked me too track you down and get you guys closure."
Blood poured from the Marine's mouth as he coughed a few timnes. Tears even flowed from the verteran's eyes, " I need you to do me a favor. I want you you to give me the burial you gave Tapion. Please don't be shocked, but some how, I saw that painful scenario in my head about your friend. It really helped me get through."
Retane couldn't hep but look shocked. The Namekian remembered the memory. That whole scenerio and the thoguhts he felt. Perhaps that influenced his actions here. But the Namekian let out a low snarl that even he could barely hear, aside from the reverberations within his cranium.The Namekian shook his head for a few moment then glanced at Sverit, "Is he dying?"
The mercenary threw her hands up, "I dont know? It looks like it but his vitals are almost normal, but he is in pain... Pain in his head.... Like a huge migraine..."
The Namekian clenched his fists as he thought a few moments and took a deep breath. He waved Sverit away, who hesitated but did so with annoyance, she actually went to Arith and sked if he knew about someone named 'Tapion'. The Emerald Warrior let out a sigh, "Why? Why do you want to meet his death?"
George Haskell let out a weak chuckle, blood still came out. " I know what I did. I know how I did it. I have relived the memories more times then you could think. I Know what closure means. It means at least one of us has to die. So I am asking you to give me the respect you gave that man and do with me, what you did with Tapion?"
Retane couldn't hold the tear back that fell from his eye, "It would be awkward for me to carry a body up those stairs. But I know you knew that. What would you like for me to do?"
"Just a message. Tell him that I do believe in the other side, and will answer my crimes there. Tell him im sorry. Tell him I loved them. Tell him I wanted to be as good as him.... Just tell him I am sorry." George Haskell 's voice was getting weaker.
Retane looked behind him and called for a weapon, something fast. Sverit brought a single shot to him. It was a suicidal gun meant to kill yourself and be in blis till you died, she explained. It belonged to Thrush. The Namekian looked George in the eyes; A tear fell from the Namekian face as he pointed the gun at the cranium, hit and causing the soldier to blink.
"Please, Just pull the trigger...."
The orgosynth went flying into the air behind him and arith had shouted, "I got it", followed by an "oops'". Retane hadn't cared about his main objective right then, but focused on the bare back, at the upper right shoulder, where blood flowed forth from a multitude of holes that had been created by the symbiotic parasite. It was in a weird pattern that the Namekian couldn't recognize. He put his hand on the shoulder of George Haskell, who trembled and shuddered.
Sverit actually rushed forward and ripped a sleeve of her own shirt and placed it on the wound and held pressure there as the Emerald Warrior lowered his buttocks to his calves and took a long breath and closed his eyes. He had seen a picture of The Skull and his brother in identical uniforms ad Geoff's house. The Uniform was simple enough, It was azure camoflauge with both of them wearing their rank and medals. Both of them had happy grins on their faces. Retane focused pon that picture.
The Horseman brushed the Mercenaries hand away and leaned in concetrating on the uniform. The Emerald Warrior 's hands glowed and the green florescent light slowly enveloped most of the Space Marine's body. The glow soon began to give way and George Haskell was in the dark blue camoflauged uniform. The Namekian thought that it would stop the trembling, and perhaps put his mind more at ease. He looked at the cuffs and cut them. Sverit glanced at him and offered a weak smile
Retane took a deep breath and let the carring mercenary do her thing and stood up looking around. His mind was blank, or he had toomant thought running through them. For the moment he was on autopilot. Gilush and Arith were staring down at the demonic experiment. It was moving in the direcition of the young mercenary, who took a stepp back almost freaking out and the Lythian could only laugh. It was already wanting another host.
Another glance around the area let the renegade observe the area. He saw nothing to worry about but kept his alert up. He looked at the deceased, and wasn't sure if he respected them or hated them. In the end he didn't care. They were weak and failed. They thought they had come to handle a rather easy task and failed. Perhaps this is why Retane was good at a mercenary, he bested others? He had allowed his feral insticts take over, and execute his strike nearly perfectly. He only screwed up once, but the Dragon Warrior had been there to help him. Still, Retane needed to get stronger.
The Emerald Warrior glanced at the body of Fresh, the body Arith had brought with him, along with plenty of gear and some to spare. The Golden Warrior had seemed to kill him with a single stab wound through the kneck. The Emerald Warrior wondered if that was just the easiest, or if he had an attraction for attacking necks. Wasn't a bad style though, he found himself thinking; Dead men shouldn't speak.
The Namekian finally moved towards the two surrounding the objective. Retane moved and picked the orgosynth up, he looked toward Gilush and judged his scared explression. "You have somethng to contain this for a moment?"
The young adult widened his eyes, glanced around at the dead corpses and nodded and ran off. Arith watched the situation unfold and snickered a question, "You trust people now?' He watched that the mercenary ran towards the body of Thrush, who had weapons still equipped. Retane answered, forming a green ball of energy in his free hand. The Namek stared at the Lythian as the Dragon Warrior watched the mercenary return with a item thant turned into the box. Had GIlush grabbed a weapon, Arith would have gae a signal, and things would be bad for the siblings.
Retane accepted the small box when the human returned and put the orgosynth into it's cage. Arith was handled the small symbioitic creature who only gave asked if he could name it 'Gremlin Too'.
THe Emerald Fiend let out a sigh and looked to the young merc, who was staring confused at the ball of energ in his hand, "Do you have anything that will do any digging?" Gilush shook his head with a confused look, though he still seemed to try to think. He was asked then, "Want to dig your own grave?"
GIlush looked shocked and was scared he shook his head. The fresh merc looked weird compared to everyone though, as he still had nother but boxers on where pants should be covering. Retane knew Arith had to be getting a kick out of it. Probably alot of others if this situation wasn't so serious. "I want you to tell me now, and only the truth shall determine your fate. Any lie with mean death for you and her." The Namek let the threat sink in. "Explain to me what is going on with you and your sister and why you guys are specifically here."
Gilush thought for a few moments and looked to his sister who had perked her head up but still focused on the military veteran,"My sister use to be a Space Marine. She has been concluded as AWOL and wanted by the Empire for treason. She only joined to help our family. But their tactics, she never liked them. She was smart. Thrush found our family out after she AWOL'd and offered her payment for her services. We need the money. Well our family does. We want to get out of this city, but it's hard to pass through check points and all the camera's.
"I asked me sister to let me help. At least we would have each other's back. I had beat her training courses with flying colors. But... I ... I don't know..."
Failing a mission had to be hard, Retane wondered how he felt when he failed a mission long ago. The Green Warrior wished he knew. Still though, it seems the story of the siblings checked out for the moment. The Horseman would trust his insticts till they failed him, he guessed. His subconsciouness seemed to know things he didn't.
After getting his answer, Retane fired a blast of energy not to far off from him, but keeping it just enough distance to do his thing. He followed up by firing another, and another, until he let a barrage of energy lose, and stopped to observe his handy work. A memory tugged at his mind but he held it off. As the dust settled Retane spoke up, "Put the dead in the grave, he barked, and gather all this equipment beside it."
The Namekian turned and walked to George and Sverit, he looked down at the man who was now resting in the arms of a woman. She held him gently cradling his neck. He wasn't trembling, but seemed silent. She looked like she was trying to coo him. " I have decided to get you two out of here as agreed. I am thinking of putting all of the bodies in the grave I made. Throwing in some explosives, covering it up and detonating it. I would like you two to come with us. I have a place I could use your help defedning. If not you can go where ever once you leave the city. It is not for me to bend the will of someone to assist me. To do that means rebellion in my guess."
The female looked up at the Green Warrior, "Can you make sure some of our blood is in the explosion? Incase soeone comes to test? If we are concidered dead and killed in action, my family is free of money issues for a few years, at least."
Retane wanted to shrug but decided that there was no reason to lie. "I already ruinined your brothers hand, it had bled on this land already. I can't take it back, but it has reached me to this moment."
Sverit nodded but before she could answer, George coughed and began to speak. "You- you are the one that called for me. I remember you voice."
The Namekian knelt down to the soldier's side. " Yeah. Sorry. Your brother asked me too track you down and get you guys closure."
Blood poured from the Marine's mouth as he coughed a few timnes. Tears even flowed from the verteran's eyes, " I need you to do me a favor. I want you you to give me the burial you gave Tapion. Please don't be shocked, but some how, I saw that painful scenario in my head about your friend. It really helped me get through."
Retane couldn't hep but look shocked. The Namekian remembered the memory. That whole scenerio and the thoguhts he felt. Perhaps that influenced his actions here. But the Namekian let out a low snarl that even he could barely hear, aside from the reverberations within his cranium.The Namekian shook his head for a few moment then glanced at Sverit, "Is he dying?"
The mercenary threw her hands up, "I dont know? It looks like it but his vitals are almost normal, but he is in pain... Pain in his head.... Like a huge migraine..."
The Namekian clenched his fists as he thought a few moments and took a deep breath. He waved Sverit away, who hesitated but did so with annoyance, she actually went to Arith and sked if he knew about someone named 'Tapion'. The Emerald Warrior let out a sigh, "Why? Why do you want to meet his death?"
George Haskell let out a weak chuckle, blood still came out. " I know what I did. I know how I did it. I have relived the memories more times then you could think. I Know what closure means. It means at least one of us has to die. So I am asking you to give me the respect you gave that man and do with me, what you did with Tapion?"
Retane couldn't hold the tear back that fell from his eye, "It would be awkward for me to carry a body up those stairs. But I know you knew that. What would you like for me to do?"
"Just a message. Tell him that I do believe in the other side, and will answer my crimes there. Tell him im sorry. Tell him I loved them. Tell him I wanted to be as good as him.... Just tell him I am sorry." George Haskell 's voice was getting weaker.
Retane looked behind him and called for a weapon, something fast. Sverit brought a single shot to him. It was a suicidal gun meant to kill yourself and be in blis till you died, she explained. It belonged to Thrush. The Namekian looked George in the eyes; A tear fell from the Namekian face as he pointed the gun at the cranium, hit and causing the soldier to blink.
"Please, Just pull the trigger...."
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...