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Clearly Borby caught some mental disease from Mogul after I left his stench-ridden Itani carcass to rot in Bractus...
OOC: Wow, I must be getting famous... oh well, no objections to extra creds... why did I show emotions? o.O I was probly screwin with yer head. Fear my RP interjections!
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Quirc turned off the comms and glared at Extraxi. <What?> "Why do I make bets with a computer?" <Because you lack a copilot. Do not fear, I won't force you to look like a scared little boy again.> "Yeah, yeah... Well, this info should get us some decent credits to live off while we're laying low. Think you can get what he wants?" <Probably. Send it automatically when I do?> "Yeah, and get the payment from his account when you're done."
<...You still looked funny.>
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Quirc turned off the comms and glared at Extraxi. <What?> "Why do I make bets with a computer?" <Because you lack a copilot. Do not fear, I won't force you to look like a scared little boy again.> "Yeah, yeah... Well, this info should get us some decent credits to live off while we're laying low. Think you can get what he wants?" <Probably. Send it automatically when I do?> "Yeah, and get the payment from his account when you're done."
<...You still looked funny.>
Mentally I once again turned the power back on, it was time to quite literally blow the joint. I had always planed for such an invasion though I had never thought it would come from the Serco military I was none the less ready. My house was riddled with passageways that would lead to my all important underground bunker.
The bunker it's self was nothing great, enough supplies to last a year and even more arms and ammo. But the main reason for the bunker was it's ability to with stand a nuclear blast or at least the blast that would be sent out by the small nuke I had wired along with the rest of the bombs set and ready to demo my house at my command. My computers, data banks, money, arms, and most importantly my life would cost who ever wanted it their life at the least. I started the destruction sequence as my fist slammed into the far wall of the kitchen shattering the one soft spot and allowing me to pull the blast proof wall panel back reveling a long ladder down.
As I started my decent I could hear the illegal heavy explosives going off in the back ground, not much can take out blast proof walls, and I could only imagine what it would do too any type of life form that was too close. In under two minuets I was locked away securely in my little bunker, in less then 4 I felt the quake of the nuke going off as the last of my house was leveled.
For the first time in my life I was utterly alone with no one to turn to stuck in a hole in the middle of a planet I didn't even really like.
"It was to easy for us, yes far to easy for we."
"They are plotting, they have a plan."
"They will kill we and us."
"Shut the hell up you guys, I have a plan, I'm gonna be fine!"
"We and us can't fight three nations why must we run they owe us and we, so hard we have worked for them...."
"And so hard have I worked for me, don't forget my contingency. I'm the last thing any nation wants a war with."
"Yes, yes, us will kill many, we will be free."
The bunker it's self was nothing great, enough supplies to last a year and even more arms and ammo. But the main reason for the bunker was it's ability to with stand a nuclear blast or at least the blast that would be sent out by the small nuke I had wired along with the rest of the bombs set and ready to demo my house at my command. My computers, data banks, money, arms, and most importantly my life would cost who ever wanted it their life at the least. I started the destruction sequence as my fist slammed into the far wall of the kitchen shattering the one soft spot and allowing me to pull the blast proof wall panel back reveling a long ladder down.
As I started my decent I could hear the illegal heavy explosives going off in the back ground, not much can take out blast proof walls, and I could only imagine what it would do too any type of life form that was too close. In under two minuets I was locked away securely in my little bunker, in less then 4 I felt the quake of the nuke going off as the last of my house was leveled.
For the first time in my life I was utterly alone with no one to turn to stuck in a hole in the middle of a planet I didn't even really like.
"It was to easy for us, yes far to easy for we."
"They are plotting, they have a plan."
"They will kill we and us."
"Shut the hell up you guys, I have a plan, I'm gonna be fine!"
"We and us can't fight three nations why must we run they owe us and we, so hard we have worked for them...."
"And so hard have I worked for me, don't forget my contingency. I'm the last thing any nation wants a war with."
"Yes, yes, us will kill many, we will be free."
OOC:
Lexicon: OMG, poster love. That's awesome. :D
Lexicon: OMG, poster love. That's awesome. :D
"He escaped, Commander. We must pursue and find him.", said soldier standing before Mike-L.
"Do what is needed. I'd really like to meet him face-to-face. Dismissed.", he replied.
Mike-L sat down in his chair just after the soldier had left the room.
"What put Borb in such paranoia? Who is the real puppet master in here? Old Sarken? Nah..."
His thoughts were full of such questions. Although report from Corvus has given him more than enough proofs that Lexicon is Sarken's creation, it didn't tell him: why?
"Somebody knows. And we will find that person, no matter how high price we're going to pay for that.", he said silently to himself.
"Just don't sell us to Itani, comrade..."
"Do what is needed. I'd really like to meet him face-to-face. Dismissed.", he replied.
Mike-L sat down in his chair just after the soldier had left the room.
"What put Borb in such paranoia? Who is the real puppet master in here? Old Sarken? Nah..."
His thoughts were full of such questions. Although report from Corvus has given him more than enough proofs that Lexicon is Sarken's creation, it didn't tell him: why?
"Somebody knows. And we will find that person, no matter how high price we're going to pay for that.", he said silently to himself.
"Just don't sell us to Itani, comrade..."
The data was like fluid, flowing around him, through him, in him. He moved through it with nothing but a mental command, while the bits flowed easily through his consciousness. Out of the data stream, he picked up a letter from a wife to a husband on the front lines of Geira, scanned it, then sent it on its way again. Catch and release.
Waiting for his body to be reconstituted was taking longer. Or was it? He couldn't be sure, time was hard to judge in this holding time between life and death. Not that he minded, The Lady had given him this power and he enjoyed his holdover.
He dipped his hand into the stream and randomly pulled out a group of outbound messages from Geira Watch, some consumer information, and a grouping of ads. A specific advertisement caught his eye as he floated, relaxed in the bubbling ocean of data. He snatched it out of the data queue and read, "baptism for blue miniature monkey and it's caretaker. GLS prized item. Contact this transponder ID for details". Hrm. He paged through the other messages and found some interesting requisitions from Geira as well, for further reading during the downtimes in space.
Just as he tucked the missive away in his mental archives, he felt the cold hand of reality yank him out of his digital reverie and back to cold reality.
"Welcome Back My Son." The Lady Serco said.
"Yes. Hello again, m'Lady." Lexicon replied, minus his usual enthusiasm.
"Are you prepared for your mission?" She queried, with that sweet inquisitive tone that never varied, never a single inflection. "I require you to bring more souls to me."
"Indeed, I am prepared, and I shall do your bidding, as always..." He said, but without the certainty.
"Very well, go forth and bring my name to those who have wandered off of the path..."She said as he rose, mechanically putting on his flightsuit, boarding the SVG, and headed out into the inky blackness on his Holy mission.
This time, before he'd warped to Deneb, he checked the data bits that he'd been able to bring with him. The requisition order from Geira was... disturbing.
To: BioCom Industries
From: Geira Watch Neuro-Core Requisition
Re: Rush Order
Please provide to us, under the terms of our treaty arrangements:
(2) Higher-Amplitude 55 GA neural bandpath filters...... 12 tons ea.
(1) Cerebral force-strain bypass Kit, Mk. III. ...... 28 tons ea.
(1) Interface machinery for above machinery, hardened circuitry, Force-shielded, Level 16 Secure. ...... 8 tons ea. (Approx)
[TOP SECRET]
[Seal of the Triumvirate]
There was no Neuro-Core department on Geira Watch. It was a military station with no need for Cerebral research devices. Especially devices of these caliber - and expense. He keyed up the delivery logs to the station, and it had not yet been delivered... or, wait. A shipment from beyond Initros had arrived. 60 tons of... Sedina Chocolates? That couldn't be right. He checked the delivery destination, and it was on HIS FLOOR. He certainly would have remembered that, certainly would have been able to smell 60 tons of chocolate if they were on his floor.
He made a mental note to check on this the next time he was back in Geira, which would not be too long, since he was about to be plunged into another of the endless runs of combat sorties. But soon, he would have to make a call in Dau regarding that intriguing "baptism" message...
Waiting for his body to be reconstituted was taking longer. Or was it? He couldn't be sure, time was hard to judge in this holding time between life and death. Not that he minded, The Lady had given him this power and he enjoyed his holdover.
He dipped his hand into the stream and randomly pulled out a group of outbound messages from Geira Watch, some consumer information, and a grouping of ads. A specific advertisement caught his eye as he floated, relaxed in the bubbling ocean of data. He snatched it out of the data queue and read, "baptism for blue miniature monkey and it's caretaker. GLS prized item. Contact this transponder ID for details". Hrm. He paged through the other messages and found some interesting requisitions from Geira as well, for further reading during the downtimes in space.
Just as he tucked the missive away in his mental archives, he felt the cold hand of reality yank him out of his digital reverie and back to cold reality.
"Welcome Back My Son." The Lady Serco said.
"Yes. Hello again, m'Lady." Lexicon replied, minus his usual enthusiasm.
"Are you prepared for your mission?" She queried, with that sweet inquisitive tone that never varied, never a single inflection. "I require you to bring more souls to me."
"Indeed, I am prepared, and I shall do your bidding, as always..." He said, but without the certainty.
"Very well, go forth and bring my name to those who have wandered off of the path..."She said as he rose, mechanically putting on his flightsuit, boarding the SVG, and headed out into the inky blackness on his Holy mission.
This time, before he'd warped to Deneb, he checked the data bits that he'd been able to bring with him. The requisition order from Geira was... disturbing.
To: BioCom Industries
From: Geira Watch Neuro-Core Requisition
Re: Rush Order
Please provide to us, under the terms of our treaty arrangements:
(2) Higher-Amplitude 55 GA neural bandpath filters...... 12 tons ea.
(1) Cerebral force-strain bypass Kit, Mk. III. ...... 28 tons ea.
(1) Interface machinery for above machinery, hardened circuitry, Force-shielded, Level 16 Secure. ...... 8 tons ea. (Approx)
[TOP SECRET]
[Seal of the Triumvirate]
There was no Neuro-Core department on Geira Watch. It was a military station with no need for Cerebral research devices. Especially devices of these caliber - and expense. He keyed up the delivery logs to the station, and it had not yet been delivered... or, wait. A shipment from beyond Initros had arrived. 60 tons of... Sedina Chocolates? That couldn't be right. He checked the delivery destination, and it was on HIS FLOOR. He certainly would have remembered that, certainly would have been able to smell 60 tons of chocolate if they were on his floor.
He made a mental note to check on this the next time he was back in Geira, which would not be too long, since he was about to be plunged into another of the endless runs of combat sorties. But soon, he would have to make a call in Dau regarding that intriguing "baptism" message...
"Sir, I think we may have a problem..." The Technician said.
"Oh?" The General cast his glare upon the Technician, "What kind of problem?"
The Technician swallowed and said, "I... I think that Lexicon maintains consciousness while in the hibernation state. He's somehow aware of his own existence while his new body is being rebuilt."
"That is unacceptable." The General stated. "Fix it before he's shot down again."
"Of course, sir, however..." The Tech looked uncomfortable, "He will know. I'm not sure he'll take it well. He's already resisting the new equipment and may, in the end, prove to be unmanageable. The DNA strain of Lexicon is missing certain aspects that the LeberMac original had. Namely, some form of plant-like DNA. Additionally, the remnants of the Neural Spike Implant that allowed us to do this degrades further every day, and no amount of Serco technological implants can replace them. If those missing DNA fragments were to be filled, it would be immediate loss of our mental control. Even if that doesn't happen, eventually we're looking at..."
"A timetable? A final end to our little tool?" The General interrupted. "Of course, we are prepared for this eventuality. Disgracing the former Lieutenant of [ITAN] was an opportunity too good to resist! Even if Lexicon does not gather a 'holy' army to follow him, he's at least a great propaganda coup for use against the Itani, and their fragile minds - now even their so-called 'leaders' can't decide whose side they are on!" He chuckled.
"What shall I do if he becomes aware of what we are doing?" The Technician said, voicing everyone's concern who worked on the project.
"Turn off our little reincarnation chamber. Simple." The General said, as if annoyed that he had to voice this obvious solution. "Then, kill him."
The General walked out of the room to make his report to the Triumvirate, and the Serco Technician returned to his monitoring duties, troubled.
"Oh?" The General cast his glare upon the Technician, "What kind of problem?"
The Technician swallowed and said, "I... I think that Lexicon maintains consciousness while in the hibernation state. He's somehow aware of his own existence while his new body is being rebuilt."
"That is unacceptable." The General stated. "Fix it before he's shot down again."
"Of course, sir, however..." The Tech looked uncomfortable, "He will know. I'm not sure he'll take it well. He's already resisting the new equipment and may, in the end, prove to be unmanageable. The DNA strain of Lexicon is missing certain aspects that the LeberMac original had. Namely, some form of plant-like DNA. Additionally, the remnants of the Neural Spike Implant that allowed us to do this degrades further every day, and no amount of Serco technological implants can replace them. If those missing DNA fragments were to be filled, it would be immediate loss of our mental control. Even if that doesn't happen, eventually we're looking at..."
"A timetable? A final end to our little tool?" The General interrupted. "Of course, we are prepared for this eventuality. Disgracing the former Lieutenant of [ITAN] was an opportunity too good to resist! Even if Lexicon does not gather a 'holy' army to follow him, he's at least a great propaganda coup for use against the Itani, and their fragile minds - now even their so-called 'leaders' can't decide whose side they are on!" He chuckled.
"What shall I do if he becomes aware of what we are doing?" The Technician said, voicing everyone's concern who worked on the project.
"Turn off our little reincarnation chamber. Simple." The General said, as if annoyed that he had to voice this obvious solution. "Then, kill him."
The General walked out of the room to make his report to the Triumvirate, and the Serco Technician returned to his monitoring duties, troubled.
Lexicon made it through the Deneb wormhole and was immediately set upon by twin Itani Teradon warships. He pulled into a crazy turn and mashed the turbo at a convenient angle, but this close to the wormhole, there was nothing he could do, and was vaporized almost instantly.
His consciousness shot back to Geira Watch and he felt... something had changed within him on this journey. Something had DEFINITELY changed. He no longer had access to the data streams, he floated in blackness as he waited for his new body.
"My Lady!" he screamed at the nothingness, "Why have you forsaken me?"
There was silence as Lexicon wept in the Void.
However, something grew out of the nothing. Something familiar, something comfortable. No... it couldn't be, that was impossible...
"You!?!"
His consciousness shot back to Geira Watch and he felt... something had changed within him on this journey. Something had DEFINITELY changed. He no longer had access to the data streams, he floated in blackness as he waited for his new body.
"My Lady!" he screamed at the nothingness, "Why have you forsaken me?"
There was silence as Lexicon wept in the Void.
However, something grew out of the nothing. Something familiar, something comfortable. No... it couldn't be, that was impossible...
"You!?!"
"You expected maybe someone else?" LeberMac said.
Lexicon stared at LeberMac. "It can't be you're... you're DEAD! You're ME! I'm YOU! That's IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Hm." LeberMac said as he examined his psychic self, "I look real enough to me. Well, as real as a mental projection of self CAN be." He poked his chest to make sure he was real.
"NO. This is a test. A test of my faith. I will not waver. You DO NOT EXIST!" Lexicon screamed, spittle flying from his mouth as he spat the words at LeberMac.
LeberMac casually made to wipe the flecks of spit from his flightsuit, "You, my zealot friend, have a choice to make." He reached into his vest pocket and produced a flask. "You can put things back the way they were, or you can end both of our measly lives." He drank deeply from the flask, and the odor of tequila pervaded the Void in which both of them floated.
"I would rather kill us both than allow your filth to exist again." Lexicon grimaced as he mouthed the words. "The Lady would agree."
LeberMac scoffed at the mention of The Lady Serco. "Oh, let's ask her, shall we?" He said, then in his best Jerry Lewis impersonation, he screamed out "Heeeeyyyy Laaaaady!", and chuckled at his joke. "I don't think she heard us, Lex - lemme try again..." He began calling out her name, pantomining looking under couch cushions, behind trees, under rocks and such, all while daking more drinks from the flask.
"She does not answer to the likes of YOU." Lexicon growled.
"Lexicon, here's a newsflash. I *AM* you. You're just a part of me, the part that some people could control. Once my DNA is complete, the next time you die, I'll be me again, and you'll be... well, wherever unused psyches go." LeberMac lectured.
"I shall never allow that to happen." Lexicon stated. "I'd rather die, and become one with The Lady."
"Suit yerself." LeberMac said, and drained the last of the flask. "Better watch my... well, YOUR back out there. And check out that itani baptism thing, it sounds fun. Oooh, looks like time's up....."
LeberMac vanished as the glaring lights of reincarnation rudely pulled Lexicon out of his sensory-deprived slumber.
Lexicon stared at LeberMac. "It can't be you're... you're DEAD! You're ME! I'm YOU! That's IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Hm." LeberMac said as he examined his psychic self, "I look real enough to me. Well, as real as a mental projection of self CAN be." He poked his chest to make sure he was real.
"NO. This is a test. A test of my faith. I will not waver. You DO NOT EXIST!" Lexicon screamed, spittle flying from his mouth as he spat the words at LeberMac.
LeberMac casually made to wipe the flecks of spit from his flightsuit, "You, my zealot friend, have a choice to make." He reached into his vest pocket and produced a flask. "You can put things back the way they were, or you can end both of our measly lives." He drank deeply from the flask, and the odor of tequila pervaded the Void in which both of them floated.
"I would rather kill us both than allow your filth to exist again." Lexicon grimaced as he mouthed the words. "The Lady would agree."
LeberMac scoffed at the mention of The Lady Serco. "Oh, let's ask her, shall we?" He said, then in his best Jerry Lewis impersonation, he screamed out "Heeeeyyyy Laaaaady!", and chuckled at his joke. "I don't think she heard us, Lex - lemme try again..." He began calling out her name, pantomining looking under couch cushions, behind trees, under rocks and such, all while daking more drinks from the flask.
"She does not answer to the likes of YOU." Lexicon growled.
"Lexicon, here's a newsflash. I *AM* you. You're just a part of me, the part that some people could control. Once my DNA is complete, the next time you die, I'll be me again, and you'll be... well, wherever unused psyches go." LeberMac lectured.
"I shall never allow that to happen." Lexicon stated. "I'd rather die, and become one with The Lady."
"Suit yerself." LeberMac said, and drained the last of the flask. "Better watch my... well, YOUR back out there. And check out that itani baptism thing, it sounds fun. Oooh, looks like time's up....."
LeberMac vanished as the glaring lights of reincarnation rudely pulled Lexicon out of his sensory-deprived slumber.
Awww, Godsdamnit! Him again!?
OOC: yay...
Lexicon awoke with a start, dazed.
The Lady did not speak to him. He rose mechanically (even for a Serco) and went about his routine, grabbing his flightsuit, getting in the SVG, as if he was heading to Deneb. The Technicians looked nervous, as if something amiss had occurred. However, they did not speak.
This time, however, he plotted the route to the destination coordinates of Dau, to meet up with this Deck Handler about the baptism.
He also made plans to have someone infiltrate Geira Watch, to determine what was going on on his deck. He knew exactly who could help him, if he was still alive. Borb Sarken could get in and out of any situation, if anyone could. He needed to know what that machinery was for. On the way to UIT space, he began to make inquiries regarding Borb Sarken's whereabouts.
Lexicon also began to feel more curious about the other tortured mind he had felt, this Kyranis Straxi. Perhaps something similar had happened to him. Perhaps he could... help... in his own way.
The Lady did not speak to him. He rose mechanically (even for a Serco) and went about his routine, grabbing his flightsuit, getting in the SVG, as if he was heading to Deneb. The Technicians looked nervous, as if something amiss had occurred. However, they did not speak.
This time, however, he plotted the route to the destination coordinates of Dau, to meet up with this Deck Handler about the baptism.
He also made plans to have someone infiltrate Geira Watch, to determine what was going on on his deck. He knew exactly who could help him, if he was still alive. Borb Sarken could get in and out of any situation, if anyone could. He needed to know what that machinery was for. On the way to UIT space, he began to make inquiries regarding Borb Sarken's whereabouts.
Lexicon also began to feel more curious about the other tortured mind he had felt, this Kyranis Straxi. Perhaps something similar had happened to him. Perhaps he could... help... in his own way.
"You did what!"
An angry Serco is always a fearful thing to witness, the type of thing many Itani horror holo movies are made of. The average Serco is really nothing more then a living weapon, well trained and disciplined living for the day they can unleash them self's on an enemy and bring glory and honor to their name. An angry Serco on the other hand is just a ticking time bomb and Admiral Sarken was no exception.
"Tell me I did not just find out via national news nets that the "famed" Commander Sarken's personal home was just blown off the fucking map! Tell me I did not see a smoking crater where his house used to be! Tell me the news caster was lying when she said it was a damned nuclear blast!"
"Sir we..."
"And don't feed me any bullshit about Itani terrorist!"
The small diplomat from the Serco Black Ops department stood before the hulking Admiral his eye bulging as he wondered what he had ever done wrong in his life to deserve being the one guy on duty when some thing like this happens.
"Sir would you like me to page my superiors?" He asked timidly.
"NO! I want you to have your superiors in my office at Sol II in 30 with one hell of an explanation for why my son is missing and his house is ground zero of the biggest blast on a Serco planet since the UiT left or I'll have his and yours ass on a one way trip to Odia in an EC-89!"
Admiral Sarken knew he had made a mistake by personally coming down there only after he was screaming at the underpaid lackeys, a man of his position should never go any place, after all the mistake was not his, why should he work to fix it. Besides the last thing he needed was to appear mortal at a time like this. He was a leader and to many of these people almost a god he needed to appear that way.
Taking a deep breath he walked into his personal Prom and ordered the pilot to dock him with his office ASAP. Maybe the Black Ops guys where right in suspecting his son of committing traitorous actions, it surly would not be the first time. But saying he was unfit for military duty, questioning his sanity was taking it to far. Of course they could not stop there, they had gone behind Admiral Sarken's back to get approval for the raid and now had nothing to show for it.
Any data or other incriminating information was lost in the blast, and what was worse it had yet to be confirmed if the Commander had been killed which of course had to mean the Serco nations most well paid hit man was on the loose and knew his nation was not on his side.
"Sir what are you going to do?" The pilot asked as he docked knowing the assault on the younger Sarken had affected the older.
"Start heads rolling."
An angry Serco is always a fearful thing to witness, the type of thing many Itani horror holo movies are made of. The average Serco is really nothing more then a living weapon, well trained and disciplined living for the day they can unleash them self's on an enemy and bring glory and honor to their name. An angry Serco on the other hand is just a ticking time bomb and Admiral Sarken was no exception.
"Tell me I did not just find out via national news nets that the "famed" Commander Sarken's personal home was just blown off the fucking map! Tell me I did not see a smoking crater where his house used to be! Tell me the news caster was lying when she said it was a damned nuclear blast!"
"Sir we..."
"And don't feed me any bullshit about Itani terrorist!"
The small diplomat from the Serco Black Ops department stood before the hulking Admiral his eye bulging as he wondered what he had ever done wrong in his life to deserve being the one guy on duty when some thing like this happens.
"Sir would you like me to page my superiors?" He asked timidly.
"NO! I want you to have your superiors in my office at Sol II in 30 with one hell of an explanation for why my son is missing and his house is ground zero of the biggest blast on a Serco planet since the UiT left or I'll have his and yours ass on a one way trip to Odia in an EC-89!"
Admiral Sarken knew he had made a mistake by personally coming down there only after he was screaming at the underpaid lackeys, a man of his position should never go any place, after all the mistake was not his, why should he work to fix it. Besides the last thing he needed was to appear mortal at a time like this. He was a leader and to many of these people almost a god he needed to appear that way.
Taking a deep breath he walked into his personal Prom and ordered the pilot to dock him with his office ASAP. Maybe the Black Ops guys where right in suspecting his son of committing traitorous actions, it surly would not be the first time. But saying he was unfit for military duty, questioning his sanity was taking it to far. Of course they could not stop there, they had gone behind Admiral Sarken's back to get approval for the raid and now had nothing to show for it.
Any data or other incriminating information was lost in the blast, and what was worse it had yet to be confirmed if the Commander had been killed which of course had to mean the Serco nations most well paid hit man was on the loose and knew his nation was not on his side.
"Sir what are you going to do?" The pilot asked as he docked knowing the assault on the younger Sarken had affected the older.
"Start heads rolling."
Lexicon awoke and realized that, yes, he apparently did require sleep. Funny, how long had it been since this body had needed sleep? He'd never had time to think about it, his body had never lived for more than 13 hours before - he was becoming used to dying in combat before requiring rest.
The rest was different than his moments between death and life. His thoughts seemed to be more confused as he awoke from his brief blackouts, as if some splinter of his mind that didn't belong was working its way to the surface. However, this mission was more important to him than the constant combat missions in Deneb. He was allowed to have personal missions... wasn't he?
Regardless, the situation on Sol II was not good. The Serco military was looking for him, and it was also looking for Sarken. The explosion had been all over the 'nets, and Lexicon has made a beeline for the planet, hoping to effect some kind of... well... rescue. There wasn't anyone else that Lexicon could trust to pull this off. Borb HAD been the one to extract him originally, right? There was certainly a purpose for his life, right?
"We shall soon find out." he said to himself as his SVG approached the Serco Blackops Trident in orbit above the planet.
"Attention Vulture Pilot. This is a restricted area. You will follow our flightpath for you to the docking bay or you will be fired upon," the Trident's comm officer spoke to him.
"Of course, child," Lexicon said as he lit up the video channel, "I am here on an important mission."
"Oh, well, if it's you sir, you are of course welcome on board. We're blessed to have you here." The young officer beamed.
"Indeed." Lexicon said, and boarded.
He was met by the small crew, a competent group of BlackOps support personnel, shaken by the violence of their quarry's apparent suicide. Lexicon was given a small berth with data access and quarters before the demoralized crew retired to await the arrival of a larger task force, with investigators.
Lexicon wasted no time in determining the location of the data regarding the initial assault, the loss of life, and the failure to discover the body of Borb Sarken, nuclear blast notwithstanding.
Lexicon could sense that Borb was near. They shared something, something that had to do with the Neural Spike, there was a... connection that told him Borb was not dead, but close. Certainly not on board the ship, which left only one option. He was still on the planet below.
He left his berth, made sure that the exhausted crew was asleep, and crept back to his SVG with full radiation gear for two, ready to head down to the planet's surface. After a brief "negotiating" session with the Trident's docking computer, he was on his way to the scene of the explosion.
He landed perfectly as close to the blast crater as he dared, and exited his ship with the spare radiation suit in hand. To find Sarken, he would have to work quickly; Borb was the last person in the galaxy that he could trust, if what he suspected about the situation back at Geira Watch was true.
The landscape was defiled, radiation levels were still high, and what was left of plant life writhed under the invisible bombardment of neutrons and heavy particles. It reminded him of something that had happened in his past, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Lost in reverie, he did not hear the figure approach from behind him.
"Hands up, preacher."
The rest was different than his moments between death and life. His thoughts seemed to be more confused as he awoke from his brief blackouts, as if some splinter of his mind that didn't belong was working its way to the surface. However, this mission was more important to him than the constant combat missions in Deneb. He was allowed to have personal missions... wasn't he?
Regardless, the situation on Sol II was not good. The Serco military was looking for him, and it was also looking for Sarken. The explosion had been all over the 'nets, and Lexicon has made a beeline for the planet, hoping to effect some kind of... well... rescue. There wasn't anyone else that Lexicon could trust to pull this off. Borb HAD been the one to extract him originally, right? There was certainly a purpose for his life, right?
"We shall soon find out." he said to himself as his SVG approached the Serco Blackops Trident in orbit above the planet.
"Attention Vulture Pilot. This is a restricted area. You will follow our flightpath for you to the docking bay or you will be fired upon," the Trident's comm officer spoke to him.
"Of course, child," Lexicon said as he lit up the video channel, "I am here on an important mission."
"Oh, well, if it's you sir, you are of course welcome on board. We're blessed to have you here." The young officer beamed.
"Indeed." Lexicon said, and boarded.
He was met by the small crew, a competent group of BlackOps support personnel, shaken by the violence of their quarry's apparent suicide. Lexicon was given a small berth with data access and quarters before the demoralized crew retired to await the arrival of a larger task force, with investigators.
Lexicon wasted no time in determining the location of the data regarding the initial assault, the loss of life, and the failure to discover the body of Borb Sarken, nuclear blast notwithstanding.
Lexicon could sense that Borb was near. They shared something, something that had to do with the Neural Spike, there was a... connection that told him Borb was not dead, but close. Certainly not on board the ship, which left only one option. He was still on the planet below.
He left his berth, made sure that the exhausted crew was asleep, and crept back to his SVG with full radiation gear for two, ready to head down to the planet's surface. After a brief "negotiating" session with the Trident's docking computer, he was on his way to the scene of the explosion.
He landed perfectly as close to the blast crater as he dared, and exited his ship with the spare radiation suit in hand. To find Sarken, he would have to work quickly; Borb was the last person in the galaxy that he could trust, if what he suspected about the situation back at Geira Watch was true.
The landscape was defiled, radiation levels were still high, and what was left of plant life writhed under the invisible bombardment of neutrons and heavy particles. It reminded him of something that had happened in his past, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Lost in reverie, he did not hear the figure approach from behind him.
"Hands up, preacher."
"We can't leave!"
"I know we can't! Let me think."
"Orbit will be locked down, they will monitor every thing, they know us, they will be on high aler..."
"I know!"
Killing, and blowing things up while never boring to me was always the easiest part of an job. The hard part was the escape and evasion, and while I had always known some one would come after me, I had never thought it would be my own nation. Though I guess I should have anticipated it considering my actions in the past months, sure I had been careful, I always am, but having to involve this many people in some thing this big... Well leaks were bound to happen.
My plan was simple, I had arsenals and money built up all over the galaxy so I would not encounter any problems getting what I needed done, this delay aside things were still and would still continue to go smoothly and as planned. I just had to get of that rock.
Serco combat suits when first invented not long after the great war, the Itani power suits had been greatly effective in reducing combat losses and while the Serco being highly engineered them self's at first saw no need for powered combat suits them self the effectiveness of the Itani in the first war changed many minds. Once satiability was reestablished years after the war research was started one a Serco version, reduced in size, and made to complement any implants already existing it promised to be a great military device.
But funding was cut, inventoried died over time and the idea was soon forgotten in the years the followed the great war. That was until about 5 years ago when while digging around in old data nets a research team found the design and forwarded it and the related research to Serco R and D. A year later the suit was in production, sadly the high cost limited it's us to special units and it has seen little use in the war thus far.
That how ever does not limit it's usefulness I thought as I slowly started to put on the one I owned. With built in armor, built in guns, built in medical devices, built in jets, and the list goes on. This thing was a one man tank, which explains the high cost, but also the utility of such a device, and I got the feeling I was gonna need all the help I could get.
23 miles away from what used to be my complex I had set up another small bunker hidden only just underground a small teleportation device linked the two bunkers together as I knew I would need a point of egress should I ever end up in my main bunker as I had.
"Surly they will see the signature of the port if we do this!" The voices protested as started the sequence.
"5 to fully track a destination, 7 to get there, you will have less then 12. We can't make it away that fast on foot."
I ignored the voices as I climbed out of the small bunker and looked out across the vast wasteland of Bethshee. I knew with the suit I could run at a rate of 55mph for an almost indefinite amount of time, I also knew the cloaking devices built into the suit would hid my life signs and heat signature from any scanners, but the motion would not be hard to track. That gave me under 5 minutes to get as far away as I could and hunker down.
"Us sense that? Some one is here looking for we. He has the connection."
"Leber." I mumbled.
"He needs us, he needs us to help him."
Quickly I scanned for life signs, looking for one that was not in a group. 5.38 miles away I saw him and started running.
"Us had less then 4 until they know the location, this means less then 5 till they see our movement, in that time we will not make it! Not to him!"
I ignored the voices as I activated the suits built in boosters and started flying low over the surface of the planet and a much faster speed.
"Us will make it to him in time, the suit will recharge enough for the cloak to work, but the guns will not work, there will be no energy to work the guns for 30 seconds."
"You guys really do know how to take a piss on any plan I can think of don't'cha?"
"We are sorry, but us can not be lost."
"Your consern is noted."
Silence prevailed for the next few minutes as I land a just out of Lexicon's ear shot. The cloak finally turned back on as I walked up behind him activating one of the repeating blasters on my right arm.
*Warning energy depleted!* The HUD in the helmet informed me.
"Hands up, preacher." I commanded.
"I know we can't! Let me think."
"Orbit will be locked down, they will monitor every thing, they know us, they will be on high aler..."
"I know!"
Killing, and blowing things up while never boring to me was always the easiest part of an job. The hard part was the escape and evasion, and while I had always known some one would come after me, I had never thought it would be my own nation. Though I guess I should have anticipated it considering my actions in the past months, sure I had been careful, I always am, but having to involve this many people in some thing this big... Well leaks were bound to happen.
My plan was simple, I had arsenals and money built up all over the galaxy so I would not encounter any problems getting what I needed done, this delay aside things were still and would still continue to go smoothly and as planned. I just had to get of that rock.
Serco combat suits when first invented not long after the great war, the Itani power suits had been greatly effective in reducing combat losses and while the Serco being highly engineered them self's at first saw no need for powered combat suits them self the effectiveness of the Itani in the first war changed many minds. Once satiability was reestablished years after the war research was started one a Serco version, reduced in size, and made to complement any implants already existing it promised to be a great military device.
But funding was cut, inventoried died over time and the idea was soon forgotten in the years the followed the great war. That was until about 5 years ago when while digging around in old data nets a research team found the design and forwarded it and the related research to Serco R and D. A year later the suit was in production, sadly the high cost limited it's us to special units and it has seen little use in the war thus far.
That how ever does not limit it's usefulness I thought as I slowly started to put on the one I owned. With built in armor, built in guns, built in medical devices, built in jets, and the list goes on. This thing was a one man tank, which explains the high cost, but also the utility of such a device, and I got the feeling I was gonna need all the help I could get.
23 miles away from what used to be my complex I had set up another small bunker hidden only just underground a small teleportation device linked the two bunkers together as I knew I would need a point of egress should I ever end up in my main bunker as I had.
"Surly they will see the signature of the port if we do this!" The voices protested as started the sequence.
"5 to fully track a destination, 7 to get there, you will have less then 12. We can't make it away that fast on foot."
I ignored the voices as I climbed out of the small bunker and looked out across the vast wasteland of Bethshee. I knew with the suit I could run at a rate of 55mph for an almost indefinite amount of time, I also knew the cloaking devices built into the suit would hid my life signs and heat signature from any scanners, but the motion would not be hard to track. That gave me under 5 minutes to get as far away as I could and hunker down.
"Us sense that? Some one is here looking for we. He has the connection."
"Leber." I mumbled.
"He needs us, he needs us to help him."
Quickly I scanned for life signs, looking for one that was not in a group. 5.38 miles away I saw him and started running.
"Us had less then 4 until they know the location, this means less then 5 till they see our movement, in that time we will not make it! Not to him!"
I ignored the voices as I activated the suits built in boosters and started flying low over the surface of the planet and a much faster speed.
"Us will make it to him in time, the suit will recharge enough for the cloak to work, but the guns will not work, there will be no energy to work the guns for 30 seconds."
"You guys really do know how to take a piss on any plan I can think of don't'cha?"
"We are sorry, but us can not be lost."
"Your consern is noted."
Silence prevailed for the next few minutes as I land a just out of Lexicon's ear shot. The cloak finally turned back on as I walked up behind him activating one of the repeating blasters on my right arm.
*Warning energy depleted!* The HUD in the helmet informed me.
"Hands up, preacher." I commanded.
Lexicon raised his hands, slowly, carefully. He was unarmed and made no sudden moves.
"It is good to find you again, young Master Sarken." Lexicon guessed.
The pressure at the back of his neck increased, he could feel the barrel of what was obviously a large weapon pressing closer. "Do NOT call us that. We are separate from that manipulative General." Borb replied, with venom in his voice, "We don't have time for this! Shut up! Hurry! Time is wasting!" "I know, quiet!"
Lexicon allowed himself a little smile. "It seems you have some different residual effects from that nasty little Neural Spike as well, eh?"
In one smooth motion, Borb kicked the legs out from under Lexicon, turned the wrist joint, and with a circular motion, sent his captive sprawling onto his back. The combat suit's weapon was now pointed at Lexicon's vismetal facemask.
Hrm, it WAS a rather large-caliber weapon, Lexicon noted after close-up inspection. A struggle would not be survivable. "Let me... let me propose a deal, child."
"I'm listening." Borb said. "Hurry! They shall see us!" the voices in his head screamed at him.
"I propose that we shall both travel to the Trident in orbit above us, using my SVG. If we hurry, they will not detect you as a second life-form reading, and they will allow me to dock again as they do not suspect me. I shall assist you in commandeering that vessel, but there is a price for my assistance. You must investigate Geira Watch, where they are... housing me." Lexicon said.
"You're not really in any position to make deals, Lex." Borb cocked his head to one side, as if imagining the large-caliber round making its way through the helmet, bone, brain, and sinew before exiting on the other side.
"You are mistaken. Kill me and I shall merely respawn in Geira again and continue on my mission. However, you will most certainly be captured or killed, and then captured where you respawn. So, the way that I see it, it is YOU who doesn't have much of a choice." Lexicon stared coldly into Borb's eyes with the conviction of a holy man.
He is right! Us no trusts him! We have no choice! Destroy him and take his ship! No - help him and he helps us! "Stop it!" Borb screamed, and then... motioned for Lexicon to get up. "Alright. Into the ship. You fly it into orbit, but as soon as we're into the Trident's dock, follow my lead."
Lexicon nodded and both figures crawled into the SVG, which lifted off smoothly and entered a docking pattern soon after it achieved orbit. It docked gently, and after securing the ship's mooring next to the EC-89 shuttlecraft, Lexicon popped the hatch and stood up.
"Not so fast." Borb said, and exited first, as he stood on the docking bay floor, he quizzed Lexicon on the Trident's crew complement.
"9 crewmembers left from the original complement of 35. 6 Noncombatant maintenance and intelligence-analyst types, the pilot and two petty officers. Most of the crew were SpecOps ground forces," Lexicon related the details that he was able to learn before he'd headed down to the surface.
"Locations?" Borb asked, his jaw was setting and Lexicon could tell that Sarken was already falling back into his own special-ops mental state, visualizing the commandeering procedure.
"Crew and captain in berths, both junior officers on the flight deck, probably preparing for warp-out," Lexicon said.
"Moment of Truth, preacher. You prepared for this?" Borb asked.
"I am prepared." Lexicon said.
"Good." Borb said, and pressed his spare rifle into Lexicon's hands. "You take the noncombatants and the Captain, and go make them comfortable." He motioned to the EC-89, and then promptly shot out its comm antenna and blew the battery away. Warning klaxons blared.
"Better hurry." Borb said, and bolted off to the Trident's bridge.
Lexicon, realizing that he was, for almost the first time, thinking for himself, made his way to the Captain's quarters, mind racing. He was greeted by an annoyed Captain standing halfway out of his doorway. "You! Lexicon! What's going on? What's the purpose of that deck alarm? Wha---"
He never finished his sentence, as Lexicon had blown the Captain's lungs out through his back at point-blank range.
The shocked look on the Captain's face was frozen as his lifeless body slid downwards to the floor in a growing pool of gore.
"Welcome to The Fold." Lexicon said, and rushed down the residential quarters to round up the others.
---
Borb strode onto the Trident's small bridge and announced his presence to the two startled 3rd shift flight officers. "Shift's over, boys!" And he calmly destroyed just the long-range comm with a burst from his suit's cannon. "Now, if ya'll would come with me..."
The two young officers surrendered without a fight, and allowed themselves to be led down to the docking bay without much incident, save for seeing the corpse of their former captain on their way back.
Lexicon was herding the noncombatants into the EC-89's cargo hold.
"Did ya really need to kill him?" Sarken asked Lexicon as the last of the 8 prisoners were loaded into the small EC-89's hold. The little ship was no longer airtight due to Borbs weapons discharge, and it made the perfect holding cell. At the slightest hint of resistance, it would be a simple matter to space the ship like cargo - and the captives knew it. They stayed quiet and tried to listen to the exchange through the bulkhead.
"It had its desired effect." Lexicon stated matter-of-factly. "Now you have your ship. Will you investigate Geira as I asked before? The machinery recently delivered there may hold secrets to both of our lives."
"Yeah, although I may have to... ahhh... make a few detours." Borb said calmly, and lifted the suit's weaponry at Lexicon again. "Now, you leave."
No! He will betrays us! Do we trust him or no? Us feel like he must go... best for both we and us...
Lexicon hesitated, but with a shooting gesture, Borb convinced him to board his SVG, and watched as Lexicon undocked.
The SVG made its way to the jump point, going the opposite way as the Trident, which was making its way to a jump point as well.
"Thank You, Borb Sarken." Lexicon said.
"I ain't doin' this for you, preacher." Borb said. "I got plenty 'o my own reasons." And the Trident, piloted solely by Borb with its cargo of prisoners, jumped.
Lexicon set the navroute for Dau and jumped himself.
Scant seconds later, the SMV Nemesis materialized in-sector, with its escort fleet.
"Admiral, there's no trace of the SpecialOps ship..."
Mike-L, piloting his crimson Centaur Aggresso and monitoring the comms channels, scowled. Where could Sarken be?
"It is good to find you again, young Master Sarken." Lexicon guessed.
The pressure at the back of his neck increased, he could feel the barrel of what was obviously a large weapon pressing closer. "Do NOT call us that. We are separate from that manipulative General." Borb replied, with venom in his voice, "We don't have time for this! Shut up! Hurry! Time is wasting!" "I know, quiet!"
Lexicon allowed himself a little smile. "It seems you have some different residual effects from that nasty little Neural Spike as well, eh?"
In one smooth motion, Borb kicked the legs out from under Lexicon, turned the wrist joint, and with a circular motion, sent his captive sprawling onto his back. The combat suit's weapon was now pointed at Lexicon's vismetal facemask.
Hrm, it WAS a rather large-caliber weapon, Lexicon noted after close-up inspection. A struggle would not be survivable. "Let me... let me propose a deal, child."
"I'm listening." Borb said. "Hurry! They shall see us!" the voices in his head screamed at him.
"I propose that we shall both travel to the Trident in orbit above us, using my SVG. If we hurry, they will not detect you as a second life-form reading, and they will allow me to dock again as they do not suspect me. I shall assist you in commandeering that vessel, but there is a price for my assistance. You must investigate Geira Watch, where they are... housing me." Lexicon said.
"You're not really in any position to make deals, Lex." Borb cocked his head to one side, as if imagining the large-caliber round making its way through the helmet, bone, brain, and sinew before exiting on the other side.
"You are mistaken. Kill me and I shall merely respawn in Geira again and continue on my mission. However, you will most certainly be captured or killed, and then captured where you respawn. So, the way that I see it, it is YOU who doesn't have much of a choice." Lexicon stared coldly into Borb's eyes with the conviction of a holy man.
He is right! Us no trusts him! We have no choice! Destroy him and take his ship! No - help him and he helps us! "Stop it!" Borb screamed, and then... motioned for Lexicon to get up. "Alright. Into the ship. You fly it into orbit, but as soon as we're into the Trident's dock, follow my lead."
Lexicon nodded and both figures crawled into the SVG, which lifted off smoothly and entered a docking pattern soon after it achieved orbit. It docked gently, and after securing the ship's mooring next to the EC-89 shuttlecraft, Lexicon popped the hatch and stood up.
"Not so fast." Borb said, and exited first, as he stood on the docking bay floor, he quizzed Lexicon on the Trident's crew complement.
"9 crewmembers left from the original complement of 35. 6 Noncombatant maintenance and intelligence-analyst types, the pilot and two petty officers. Most of the crew were SpecOps ground forces," Lexicon related the details that he was able to learn before he'd headed down to the surface.
"Locations?" Borb asked, his jaw was setting and Lexicon could tell that Sarken was already falling back into his own special-ops mental state, visualizing the commandeering procedure.
"Crew and captain in berths, both junior officers on the flight deck, probably preparing for warp-out," Lexicon said.
"Moment of Truth, preacher. You prepared for this?" Borb asked.
"I am prepared." Lexicon said.
"Good." Borb said, and pressed his spare rifle into Lexicon's hands. "You take the noncombatants and the Captain, and go make them comfortable." He motioned to the EC-89, and then promptly shot out its comm antenna and blew the battery away. Warning klaxons blared.
"Better hurry." Borb said, and bolted off to the Trident's bridge.
Lexicon, realizing that he was, for almost the first time, thinking for himself, made his way to the Captain's quarters, mind racing. He was greeted by an annoyed Captain standing halfway out of his doorway. "You! Lexicon! What's going on? What's the purpose of that deck alarm? Wha---"
He never finished his sentence, as Lexicon had blown the Captain's lungs out through his back at point-blank range.
The shocked look on the Captain's face was frozen as his lifeless body slid downwards to the floor in a growing pool of gore.
"Welcome to The Fold." Lexicon said, and rushed down the residential quarters to round up the others.
---
Borb strode onto the Trident's small bridge and announced his presence to the two startled 3rd shift flight officers. "Shift's over, boys!" And he calmly destroyed just the long-range comm with a burst from his suit's cannon. "Now, if ya'll would come with me..."
The two young officers surrendered without a fight, and allowed themselves to be led down to the docking bay without much incident, save for seeing the corpse of their former captain on their way back.
Lexicon was herding the noncombatants into the EC-89's cargo hold.
"Did ya really need to kill him?" Sarken asked Lexicon as the last of the 8 prisoners were loaded into the small EC-89's hold. The little ship was no longer airtight due to Borbs weapons discharge, and it made the perfect holding cell. At the slightest hint of resistance, it would be a simple matter to space the ship like cargo - and the captives knew it. They stayed quiet and tried to listen to the exchange through the bulkhead.
"It had its desired effect." Lexicon stated matter-of-factly. "Now you have your ship. Will you investigate Geira as I asked before? The machinery recently delivered there may hold secrets to both of our lives."
"Yeah, although I may have to... ahhh... make a few detours." Borb said calmly, and lifted the suit's weaponry at Lexicon again. "Now, you leave."
No! He will betrays us! Do we trust him or no? Us feel like he must go... best for both we and us...
Lexicon hesitated, but with a shooting gesture, Borb convinced him to board his SVG, and watched as Lexicon undocked.
The SVG made its way to the jump point, going the opposite way as the Trident, which was making its way to a jump point as well.
"Thank You, Borb Sarken." Lexicon said.
"I ain't doin' this for you, preacher." Borb said. "I got plenty 'o my own reasons." And the Trident, piloted solely by Borb with its cargo of prisoners, jumped.
Lexicon set the navroute for Dau and jumped himself.
Scant seconds later, the SMV Nemesis materialized in-sector, with its escort fleet.
"Admiral, there's no trace of the SpecialOps ship..."
Mike-L, piloting his crimson Centaur Aggresso and monitoring the comms channels, scowled. Where could Sarken be?
OOC: This just keeps getting better and better, keep it up guys.
"It's no use. That fox always escapes the chase.", Mike-L said with a sad voice.
"We must pursue and catch him. It is imperative that..."
"That doesn't make sense, Admiral."
"Then Lexicon. He might..."
"I guess he'd like to die more than to tell us anything. I suggest that we should refrain from trying to find either Borb Sarken or Lexicon. Me have to be ready to immediately react if they show up somewhere."
"I could agree, but..."
"My opinion is that we can't waste any more of our time for actions like that. Let's wait and get our new plan ready."
"Damn you, Mike. You surely can justify your opinions. Do as you wish. But remember it's also... personal."
Suddenly something interrupted the private talk...
One of the comm technicians said: "Looks like we got some strange location signal from a small fighter ship getting near to greyspace border. That might be..."
"Lexicon!" Mike-L shouted. "He must be going to either Corvus or UIT... but I can't even guess what his motives are..."
"Mind if I interrupt?" Nice voice of BUNNY could be heard in the comms.
"Please speak, pilot." said Admiral.
"If they have been here both at the same time, Lexicon might have wanted something from Borb Sarken. He's going to find a good hiding place and wait for that."
Mike-L thought suddenly: "BUNNY is right as hell. But I'd like to let the Admiral thimk that Lexicon is simply escaping blindly... that'd make things clearer for me..."
"I must disagree, pilot. I don't think these two wanted to have a nice chit-chat...", he said loud and clear.
"I'll keep my opinion for myself. Pilots, get back to your stations. SMV Nemesis is disengaging.", said Admiral harshly.
After the Nemesis left, Mike-L ordered his lieutenants: "Check the yellows. I guess they have something in common with Lexicon and all that shit..."
"We must pursue and catch him. It is imperative that..."
"That doesn't make sense, Admiral."
"Then Lexicon. He might..."
"I guess he'd like to die more than to tell us anything. I suggest that we should refrain from trying to find either Borb Sarken or Lexicon. Me have to be ready to immediately react if they show up somewhere."
"I could agree, but..."
"My opinion is that we can't waste any more of our time for actions like that. Let's wait and get our new plan ready."
"Damn you, Mike. You surely can justify your opinions. Do as you wish. But remember it's also... personal."
Suddenly something interrupted the private talk...
One of the comm technicians said: "Looks like we got some strange location signal from a small fighter ship getting near to greyspace border. That might be..."
"Lexicon!" Mike-L shouted. "He must be going to either Corvus or UIT... but I can't even guess what his motives are..."
"Mind if I interrupt?" Nice voice of BUNNY could be heard in the comms.
"Please speak, pilot." said Admiral.
"If they have been here both at the same time, Lexicon might have wanted something from Borb Sarken. He's going to find a good hiding place and wait for that."
Mike-L thought suddenly: "BUNNY is right as hell. But I'd like to let the Admiral thimk that Lexicon is simply escaping blindly... that'd make things clearer for me..."
"I must disagree, pilot. I don't think these two wanted to have a nice chit-chat...", he said loud and clear.
"I'll keep my opinion for myself. Pilots, get back to your stations. SMV Nemesis is disengaging.", said Admiral harshly.
After the Nemesis left, Mike-L ordered his lieutenants: "Check the yellows. I guess they have something in common with Lexicon and all that shit..."
Lexicon coasted through grayspace in his Quad-neut III Hornet, headed for Jallik. After dispatching the idiot Deck Handler and decrypting the datapad which had been salvaged from the naive pilot's floating wreckage, he'd wasted no time in pursuit of his goal.
He hoped that Sarken was able to avoid the forces which were certainly looking for him. One thing that could derail his plan quickly would be the capture and interrogation of Borb. However, there was no one else that he trusted to investigate the situtaion back on Geira, and he certainly couldn't go back until he had the child.
Once he had what he had come for, the Lady would surely speak to him again. Yes, this girl's mental abilities would enable him to commune with The Lady without the need for any mechanical enhancement, nevermind the telekinetic powers he'd surely discover. This must be her will... it MUST be!
He pressed onward, ever more intent on completing his mission.
He hoped that Sarken was able to avoid the forces which were certainly looking for him. One thing that could derail his plan quickly would be the capture and interrogation of Borb. However, there was no one else that he trusted to investigate the situtaion back on Geira, and he certainly couldn't go back until he had the child.
Once he had what he had come for, the Lady would surely speak to him again. Yes, this girl's mental abilities would enable him to commune with The Lady without the need for any mechanical enhancement, nevermind the telekinetic powers he'd surely discover. This must be her will... it MUST be!
He pressed onward, ever more intent on completing his mission.