BDAL3 - Evolutions (Invite Only)

[Trigon]

Between Darkness And Light: Evolutions

Part 1: Rebirth And Revelations

It was the final battle all over again, except this time they were surrounded by friends and loved ones, each seeking to put an end to the tyranny of Arkon once and for all. It had been a complete surprise that he had been revived and had sent crushing blows to each of them in turn. It had been one of the longest days in their lives, after the enemy had continually assaulted their defences relentlessly, leaving each of them tired in turn, before the final wave had been unleashed upon them.

During this time, each of them had been seperated from the other, each fighting for survival during the long night that the battle raged. When the morning light had finally begun to shine over the battlefield, it was apparent that this had been one of the bloodiest battles to ever rock the face of the planet, but it was what could be seen in the centre of it all that was the real horror to the group.

Vast wings could be seen fluttering in the wind, wings that were stained with blood as Rydius Scarwing stood there holding the body of Arkon above him with the twin blades that he carried thrust deep within the body. As the others cheered at the sight of it, Rydius' legs buckled and he fell to the ground, failing to make any attempts to get up. Misato Anami ran towards where he was, only to find that he was no longer moving. Various cuts covered almost his entire body, any number of them could've been fatal...

However, no-one knows what happened to them after that day, for Misato took Rydius' body and disappeared. Since then the battle has faded to nothing more than a legend, a legend that holds some significance in people's hearts for Rydius died that day to protect them all...

1600 years later.......

Since that time the world has changed greatly. Magic has almost completly disappeared and is now only known to a few people that hold strong ties with the past. Mankind has now begun to spread out into the stars with the moon now colonized and a new colony being prepared for use on the nearest planet Vilant. These days, people live in peace with everyone else and it is this that has allowed them to prosper happily. But this changed when a mysterious corporation discoved a hidden chamber near the ruins of 'Old Elysion'...

A couple of years after this happened, the president of Vilant was assassinated by a mysterious assailant that had come to be known as 'Firewing' and one of the most feared people to ever live. When this event took place the peace was shattered and anarchy took over on Vilant with little or no opposition. That was the case until the corporation rose up and restored peace on Vilant earning them the respect of those back on Elysion (the people of the planet had since voted to use the name of the city of legend as the name of the home planet). But the peace back on Elysion had yet to be completly restored after this event...

"So what do you plan on doing now?"

The figure looked up from where he had been lost in thought as the question was directed at him. The voice belonged to Tia, the owner of the bar that he was sitting in and one of the few people he classed as 'friends'. She smiled at him, even though all you could really see was the top half of his head and long dark hair. Cold blue eyes that seemed to have no emotions looked back at her before closing slowly.

"I don't know. Maybe I'll go and take a look at that old cavern they found two years ago again."

"You seem to really like that place. I wonder why?"

He looked up at her once again before shaking his head. As she walked off to serve some of the other customers he began to wonder why himself. Ever since he had started to work for the corporation he had felt some sense of calmness in that cavern, as if it held some sort of significance to him. Slowly he stood up, feeling the heavy cloak fall back into place around his body making sure that no-one really could see what he was wearing underneath.

As he took his first step towards the door, a crash nearby caught his attention as he noticed a couple of the local punks threaten Tia for protection money. Occurences like this were slowly becoming commonplace and he had just about had enough of punks trying to take over small buisnesses like this. Grinning inwardly to himself, he walked over and grabbed one of them by the scruff of their neck.

"What are you trying to do here to this young lady?"

The other punks turned to face him when they heard one of their own yelp out before the question was asked. Some gulped when they caught a glimpse of how tall the figure was and how coldly he was staring at them.

"I asked a question. What are you trying to do here?"

"It's none of your buisness. Keep out of it or you'll get yours!"

The punk that had spoken seemed to be the leader of the outfit and seemed to be holding a gun of sorts. The figure grinned a little more before throwing the punk he held straight into the leader which made him direct the rest of them to attack. Before anyone could say anything, bodies began flying as the figure countered every strike with force, several of them crashing through tables on the other side of the building. One of the punks tried using a chair, only to have it snatched from him and then smacked across his back, causing the wood to splinter and break.

This went on for around five minutes, Tia and several others cowering behind the bar while the fight went on. Soon it had quietened down and some poked their heads up to see the punks scattered all over the place, some of them still barely standing and ready to rush the figure one more time. But what they hadn't expected was for the figure to raise an arm sharply, striking some of them to the side before the cloak moved to reveal the guns attached to the arm aiming at them.

They froze to the spot wondering who this figure was. He easily outclassed them in both skill and weaponry and what's more seemed to be even more ruthless than they were, which one of their members had found out first hand when he had been struck hard against the wall before crashing through the table below. Gritting his teeth, the punk that was the leader told the others to leave and the figure watched as they fled, not before he fired a couple of shots at them to make sure that they wouldn't come back.

"Are you ok Tia?"

He watched as she and several others came out from where they were hiding to see the devastation that had been brought upon the bar. Looking around the bar, she sighed heavily at the amount of work it would take to get the place back up and running again but knew that although he had caused most of the damage, it had been honorable intentions that had started it all off.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But it'll take a while to sort up the place."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. On you go and visit the cavern."

As he left, she smiled to herself. She hadn't really known him for that long and he always seemed so cold to others, a trait that was reflected in his eyes, but there was something about him that said that he was a kind person at heart. 'At least he'll be back soon' Tia thought as she began to clear up the debris.

Slowly he made his way up the trail that led to the cavern which overlooked the ruins of the ancient city. It was strange that he always seemed to go there every chance he got, but then he had no memories of his childhood or anything up until two years ago when he had woken up. They had said that he had been in a severe accident and had been in a coma for quite some time, but sometimes he wasn't so sure that it was the truth. But he hadn't questioned them about it back then since all he knew was that his head hurt like nothing else.

'Who am I really?' he thought to himself as the cavern slowly came into sight.

[Sparx]

Humanity was doing iteslf big favours now. The all out peace that had everyone happy and cheerful. Every now and then there would be someone wanting to try something new and it would be welcomed with open arms, and then gently discarded if it didnt seem up to scratch or if it never met expectations. There were afew things that reached this status but they were very cleanly and carefully disposed of by means of 'space junking'. Mankind was, after all, beginning to branch out into space and there were a few unstable or unsuitable finds out there in the vast expanse called space, so what better place to dispose of potentially harmful items or devices that didnt make the grade? Of course it was upon the safer interests to strip down the reusable materials and then discard the dangerous part, be it a nuclear drive or an experementa Plasma core reactor, the reusable bits were removed and the volatile core or whatever part, was removed and stored within a coolant container and then shipped off to the space Junk depo.

Although there were strict guidlines to deactivate and recycle unsatisfactory items, there were even stricter guidlines as to the coralling and storage of these items in the space junk. It was all automated and interesting. It was too dangerous for humans to be near the masses of expelled reactors or other items. Even with a Haz-Mat Suit or a Bio-Protector, humans would succumb to the radiation very quickly and be killed, so it was all automated to keep things in check. Which was a good thing.

Farther through space, orbiting one of the moons of Vilant was a space station. and onboard the space station was a secret construction bay. It had existed well before the corporation had begun its grip over everything, and for the most part lay unnoticed and un discovered as there were no astral nor orbital charts pertaining to the origins of the station were in existance. There was a secret going on onboard the station.

Down winding corridors and cutoofs and apparent dead ends, there was a medical bay where a crew feverishly worked to save the life of a young man. There had been an accident on Vilant not long after the assassination of the president, and it had taken the lives of many innocents and the young man was amongst those caught in the accident. Somehow he still lived and was hanging on by willpower alone, and the doctors and nurses worked in a feverpitch state to save his life. Unfortunately the majority of his body was shattered beyond repair and they created the first bio-roid. The young man's lower body was rebuilt with artificail parts synthskin and electro neruo-fibre rods. It was an experience that they all shared in and the young mans life was saved. but there was still the matter of what they were going to do . The still had to report to the over-seer of the whole facility and inform him about the success of the operation. It wouldnt take long for the military units to want to outfit him with some of the latest hardware that they had developed, including the new semi auto hadcannons that were part of the slide spring system they were developing for quick combat. The armour was a different story. they wanted to fit him with a form of powered armour around his torso shoulders and legs. The doctors had let a groan out at the shape of what was daubbed 'Pre-Heresy Tactical Dreadnought Armour' The suit was huge and would need to connect directly to the man's CNS (Central Nervous System) and FONU's (Fibre Optic Neural Units). The Doctors argued that it was too soon to fit him with all these machinations of power and energy. The military argued that it was time that they were tested in actual combat and not in simulated experiences where computational data was no match for actual feild data.


"THIS IS GETTING US NO WHERE!!!" yelled the man in the gry suit as his fist slammed down on the dossier of information infront of him. His coffe mug waverd and its contents fought to stay inside the plastic mug. Other men in suits nodded their approval of the man's statement and he was representing the military side. They never could iron out their differences, and it was always suit and ties that had to discuss or confer or make some form of mad agreement for both sides.

The CIC (Commander In Chief) of the whole installation was not pleased that the Persona Medica and the Astartes factions could not get along with each other. It had been too long since there was any actual need for both factions to co operate and so they began to mistrust each other. But things would have to finsih up with this. This was the new timing of it all, and the CIC knew that at the heart of the Corporation there was something afoot, something rotten. But what it was, no one knew and they were afraid to find out. They needed this project off the ground and with the massive disagreement between the Persona Medicae and the Astartes, things were looking very bleak to begin with.

In the medical recovery bay, the young man was beginning to come round, groggily and slowly at first and then more coherently as his eyes managed to focus on the room. He looked to the left and to the right to a series of monitors that shown his vital signs in bright greens and reds against the black backgrounds. The digital display of his heart rate constantly rose and fell by two numbers keeping it average. He scanned the room and noticed the messages scrolling along the monitor in the angled ceiling. the message scrolled from left to right and was constantly saying his name. The message read :

Welcome Trask. Glad to see you are awake, alive and well....

The message kept on repeating itself over and over again. There was a swish of doors opening and a young woman walked in on him. She smiled, her sapphire blue eyes warm and inviting as she gnetly approached him. He was still connected by a few purification leads and energy transductors, and had difficulty in sitting up in the bed. In fact he nearly fell out of the bed, but the nurse caught him, the feeling of his skin agains cool mettal skin made him look up. The nurse was a humanoid robot, a type designed and produced exclusively for medical services to carry out the smaller and more delicate operations that humans could not. There was only a handful of the droids in operation as they were still on the drawing board. even though she was a robot, her smile was genuinely human as the synthskin gently moves as she smiles at him.

He thought her beautiful and blushed slightly as he felt her strong yet gentile hands help him up. He looked up at her and she just smiled and never said anything. That was the problem with the droids that were made for positions such as this. They were designed on the most beautiful women and yet not given a voice. All they could do was communicate with others in binary data and take orders from the humans without complain and carry out the tasks efficiently. it was something taht the humans were thankful for as it could allow the human doctors and nurses to deal with the more seriously ill patients.

Trask just looked at her, perfect in every way and yet as silent as the space around them. The door opened again and someone else entered. A nam in a royal blue suit and red tie. His shoos clicking on the smooth clean floor noisily as he approached the bed.

"Ah" his smooth yet stern voice began " I see that you are awake now Trask"

"Trask?" Who...who..the hell are you?" THe young man answered from his propped up position.

"Who am I? I am the CIC of this installation and I find it an honour to finally see one of our successful operations in work."

"The hell??" Trask began but was cut off by the female droid gnetly placing her hands on his chest.

"You see my friend, you were crushed when an accident destroyed the top half of the Metholic Hall on Vilant. you were in the crowd that were crushed as it fell. YOu might not remember but its true. You effectively died there and we managed to save you, or the most of you. You see you were that badly damaged that we had to rebuild half of you using mechanical parts and artificial components."

"Uhh..you mean im a freak?...youve made me a freak!!" Trask moved to get up from the bed bu the droid gnetly forced him down a look of 'dont strain yourself' in her sapphire eyes, and it took away the anger he felt.

"Freak? As CIC of this orbital installation, i would prefer, Trask, that you be called almost super human. And besides, as far as the world down on 'Elysion' is concerned this place doesnot exist and you are effectively dead so you are not classable as a freak, only a ghost if someone recognises you."

"But my name is not Trask..my name is...my name is...what was my name??"

"You dont know becasue your name effectively died with you down in that accident. Unfortunately that accident was a long time ago now - thirteen months to be exact and youve been here since then. It was a long process and we managed to get everything working now." HE looked at the chronometer on the wall and then excused himself, the nurse droid looking at Trask with a form of happyness in her eyes before following the CIC out ofthe room. Trask was alone again.

He lay back and looked out the window at the blue glow of the planet below them and sighed. He wondered what would be waiting for him when he got back. If he got back

[Misato Anami]

(OOC: Seriously, I'm going to post, but Trigon, PM me first.. I need to figure something out from this - Misa)

[Andromeda]

(OCC: Yay finally sorted things out and got a post for you guys.)

Life has its highs and lows, ups and downs. Life is never kind all the time, but nor is it malicious all the time. But perspective can warp the view of such sense, to err is human and to forgive is human. But so is to feel and love. Emotions are human and feelings are human, to want to feel is what anyone ever wants. However, far too often humans can see only the worse, they do not want to see the brighter side of life. It is the pain and suffering that defines our lives, happiness is fleeting that can only be remember as fond moments that were wished for.

The times have advanced in many fashion, however there is nothing less than feelings ever to be found in science to replace this. Science is random and indiscriminant at times, creation of things were never meant to exist. It is normal to eliminate such random as data that is useless and an error. Errors were never meant to exist, they are anomalies and such are destroyed. That is how science thinks, but it only is logical for numbers. Lives cannot be counted as a number on a pad of paper, however that is how it was for her.

The genetic experiments had produced something that they did not want, did not need. It was to be terminated, before it could be justified a life. However, that was not allowed to happen. She was stolen away from them by a scientist that disapproved of their actions. Taken away to be given a life, a life of regrets and pain. The theft had made the scientist a criminal, outlaw, and destroyed his reputation forever in the scientific community. He did not care, he saved a life and had a daughter that he could call his own. But it was not a good life, or kind life that he gave her. It was a fugitive’s life, never in the same place long. Always on the run, wondering if they had found where they were hiding.

Her and the only person she could call a father ran around the moon bases and cities more times than she realized. Before her tenth birthday she had been to more schools that she could count. Her education had be secondary to her safety and freedom, he would teach her most times. But he wanted her to have a normal life with other children. However, the cruelest people were often children, they never understood her. They feared her and found her too weird to accept. Despite appearances, they always managed to learn her secret eventually and then it would not be too long before she would have to leave.

Peace was something that she dreamed of, hoped was at the end of the miserable life that she went through. She had finally escaped that life, or so she thought, Vilant seemed a place of opportunity and new beginnings. But it was no different, as a runaway she had to learn to survive alone, stealing the food she needed to live. The streets were a simple place to lose herself into, but it was just as lonely as the moon. She wondered for years without purpose, not knowing what to do, what to feel.

Andromeda walked down the street, her head hung low, but her heart even lower. Strands of her blue, dyed hair fell over her shoulders swaying in front of her. She stared between her hair that slowly blew in the wind and the black, grayish asphalt of the street. Her feet barely carrying herself further through the darkened streets of Vilant, streets that were as alleys if they had only been thinner. It was the bad side of town as many would call it, but she called it her home, or at least tried to make herself believe that.

She continued down the street aimlessly, but with a decided path. The building she wanted was coming up, she knew it without looking. The smell of woman’s perfume and drunken sounds of men nearby was strong enough for her to notice. This was the place. If any place could have ever been called her home, this was it, three years of service here in exchange for shelter. She slowly opened the door, the hinges squeaked and cried as she pushed the door open. The manager and owner of her called out to her, “Back from your little walk?”

“Yeah…”

“Get ready, it is almost time to open.”

“Yeah…”

“For such a gloomy woman, I don’t see how you get so many customers.”

“Whatever…send them when they come.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

She walked up the stairs to the second floor of the worn building, the wooden railings given away as she put pressure on it. Eventually this building would fall apart, she just hoped that it would take her with it. She walked to her room, one of the largest in the room in the building. She gained the status for the largest and some of the other women were jealous of her, but she had something that they never would. There were things thing she would understand, that they could not. She had a unique perspective, one that was her bane and suffering.

In the bedroom, only a king size bed with full fittings could be seen. A mirror was on the wall near the window and cracks in the paint lined the ceiling. She had only a chair and table, which she would find her clothes on each day. They were always delivered to her when she woke up, laying on the table waiting for her. She sat down on the chair removing her coat placing it on the table. Her eyes strolled down to her arm, she rubbed her arm feeling each scar she had, the cuts that she had made into her skin. Two were still red, fresh from the night before. Even now all she could feel was the pain, not even pleasure made her feel anything. In the beginning she had hoped that she would feel something, find someone, but there was nothing. She remained alone and empty, never certain about anything. Her hand touched her oldest scar, barely still visible, faded away from time.

It was jagged and rough, and it hard most of any of them. She always would remember its pain, it was all she had felt in a while. At that moment when the blade had ripped into her own flesh for the first time, she had smiled. She knew that there was something real, something that made her feel in this heartless, soulless world that cared nothing for her. Now all she was a tool, an instrument for someone’s pleasure. Her first time had never felt pleasure, she never felt anything, but she was told that she was good. All she could think was that she had a place to finally rest. She had never given any thought to the future, just that it would have her end eventually. It was a relishing thought in her mind, she wanted to bring it sooner, leave this terrible place, but she had been unable to fulfill her wish.

She stripped down looking at herself in the mirror, not able to look anymore she put on the new clothes. They were a little tighter than her last clothes, but it was nothing she was not used to. Soon the customers would come, she expected to have about four regulars in the night with a couple new ones. The manager seemed concerned about her taking so many customers nightly, but she could careless about her own well being. If it had meant a sooner death she welcomed it. The manager never understood, he just cared about the money she brought him. She drew her composer up and opened her eyes wider, she pulled a smile across her face and then a more seductive look. It was time to put on her game face for work. For her it was simple enough to put on a façade for the customers, giving them what they wanted. She could see and feel what it was, some strange gift she assumed, it was often the only time she could experience any feeling. It was at certain moments she could feel almost true emotions, it broke through her walls. She treasured those moments as the only moments she would really know, but the moment would pass and she would realize that it was not her own emotions, but the customers and her heart would sink. There was some small amount of eagerness that she got from the wait, waiting for such a small piece it was all she lived on anymore, besides pain.

The hours passed on for Andromeda, peaks coming once in a moment and then falling away. She took in the money as they came, her price was set high by the manager, but she still collected the money. At the end of the night he would come and collect his cut of her earnings, which was general 75% of her intake. She could careless if he took all of it, she had little use for money. He fed her well enough, she was special to him, so he did not want her to be malnourished. It was a desire of greed that he had, though she could sense a touch of sensitivity in him, which he would not let out. He had finally come as the sun was crawling up into the window, the last customer left half an hour ago, the woman had seemed very pleased. Apparently she had a husband that was not doing it for her completely. She never understood them in their infidelities, but she understood what they wanted well enough to give it to them.

Andromeda looked out the window staring out as the grayed sky as the sun rose up. It seemed that she did not reach that feeling like she normally did. She wanted that feeling, she needed it to live, to know that she was alive. What else was there for her? Her eyes wondered around the room, as she turned back towards, they caught sight of her blade. It was inviting calling to her, it was feeling in its purest, polar form. She walked over to the table staring down at the blade. The metal edge dully glowed in the light, the point curved back. The blade itself was a knife that she was given to her by father as protection in the chance spot that something dangerous happened to her and he was unable to protect her. He had not wanted her to come harm or be taken with out a fight. Though she imagined that he would not had want the blade to be used to bleed herself as she did often. It was the past though, gone from her life forever.

She grasped the hilt of the knife raising it to her and then against her arm. Her eyes closed as she pressed and pulled the knife across her flesh. A brief moment of biting pain and then it left with just a dull aching as blood dripped around her wrist. A stream slowly flowed down the bottom of her arm to her elbow where is dripped to the floor. She tried to focus on the pain, feel it and bring it through herself, engulf the moment tasting as she did food. The knife dropped from her hand as she sat down on the floor, feeling a little lightheaded. She had not felt this before, she was confused the pain normally seemed to end quickly and her arm stop bleeding. But it was not stopping, she was drinking up the pain, having a strange sense of happiness before she passed out on the floor.


Andromeda eyes opened slowly finding that she was not in the same place as before. Her room was gone, it was a hospital room now. She was confused, why was she here, what had happened to her? All she remembered was that she cut herself and everything was foggy. What was happening? They had not found her had they? That organization and they were going to kill her. She looked around, the constant beep of the heart monitor over ahead on the flat screen echoed in her head. There was an IV in her arm, while her other arm was bandaged tightly, it was weak as she tried to lift her. She could barely feel it and her fingers seemed stiff, hard to move.

Before she had much more time to look around and take in the surroundings, she heard a door open and the sound of footsteps. A doctor appeared from the curtain, he had a smile on his face trying to make her feel better. She scowled at him, or hoped she did, she still felt weak and lightheaded. He looked down pushing the screen at the foot of the bed, a stream of data came out across the screen. He nodded and looked up at her. “Looks like you are recovering well. You have a strong will to live, we thought that many times we had lost you.”

“What?! You saying that I almost died?”

“Yes, thankfully you did not.”

Andromeda’s heart sank, she had missed the moment, she was alive and this stupid, idiotic doctor saved her life. She was angry at him for saving her, it would have ended this whole thing, her whole life. The misery would have been over and she could be in peace. But this doctor had to play god and save her life. “Why you do that?”

“What? You should be happy.”

“You shouldn’t have let me live.”

“I couldn’t let you die. I can’t let a patient of my die without a fight.”

“Screw that, I should have died.”

“Madam, please calm down, I can understand that you have a bad life, but killing yourself isn’t the answer.”

“It is the only answer now.”

“Why?”

“Look at me, you probably have, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“I am not a woman or a man, but I am both too.”

“Yes…it was strange…I don’t think I have heard of a case of a hermaphrodite before.”

“I am not some lab rat for your pleasure.”

“What makes you think that? I am talking purely medically. How do you feel?”

“Angry.”

“I know that, I mean about being a hermaphrodite.”

She did not say a thing. That was personal and he was no friend. She just wanted him to leave and let her be. “Go away!”

“Alright, I’ll come back to check on you.”

Andromeda laid back against the pillows looking at the ceiling. She was stuck in this world, not to be one or the other. Never meant to be whole, but always to know how it feels. She was lost in the maze and just wanted to die now and then find the end.

[Sparx]

The groggy feeling floated around his head again as he woke. He was still in the same room looking down on the planet, and even in the half dazed and drugged state he was in, it still looked beautiful. Trask smiled weakly before turning his head around to see some more doctors walk past. The flexi-glass was semi opaque so only the general outline, which was blurred, was visible. The nurse droid was there, checking and moinitoring his position, her eyes always looking him over, analyising for any changes or any form of corruption from the augmentics. There was the swishing sound of doors opening and Trask looked over groggily to see the CIC entering, accompanied buy a form of suit on a rack. It was formed from the basis of a crimson red jumpsuit and gunmetal torso armour, a large neck collar and lower leg armour. the forearms were of the same gunmetal color yet were wider and broader than any other type of forearm guard.

Trask groaned as he sat up in the bed and looked at them. They had kept on pestering him at the most in-opportune times. Trask groaned again as he felt the warm yet cool hands of the droid on his skin. Ever since the last operation his skin was on fire, the pain was always there and it itched too...it itched badly and he couldnt do anything to calm the burning sensation beneath his skin.

"Relax Trask, this wont hurt a bit" Said the voice of the CIC who pressed a button on a controll panel at the base of the bed. Instantly the itching burning sensation was replaced by a newer sensation. The sensation of awakening and the sensation of intimate surroundings. Trask looked at the man with surprised hate in his eyes. They were for ever turning his body on and off, but little did he know that this was to be the last attempt.

"What the hell are you doing to me goddamnit??"

The CIC chuckled at the underlying entendre of the statement he made.

"Why Trask...I'm simply turning you on!" there were a few s******s and suppressed chuckles from the other people that were with him. Trask looked down at his skin and saw that there were various outlines and designs that were glowing a gentile green under his skin. What the hell did they do to him? Various jack ports existed over his body, several on his shoulders, on his legs, and the vast majority were situated upon his back and chest. there were two on his temples. Trask instantly knew what they were. Hardwire Jack Ports. He looked at the armour and blinked, then to the jump suit and then to the assembled men and women.

Trask threw back the covers, the droid silently protesting at this, but the CIC held up his hand in a stop motion as Trask stood there. His well muscled form and healed synth and real skin fused together well, the only real difference were the scar lines that were hidden by clever surgery, and were only noticable when one looked closely. Trask didnt bother about covering up, making some of the female reps and medics, blush or squirm slightly - but he took no notice, his eyes set on the crmson jumpsuit as he lifted it from the rack. The waterproof, thermal heating suit was lined with micro fiber technology, a rarity, yet a very functional system - only corporations had access to such equipment, and Trask was liking the Technology even more. The suit fitted perfectly and Trask streached, the jack ports synching with the ones on his flesh and his muscles showing through the suit as he pulled on the inner boots and the black leather padded gloves. The leather was fresh and it creaked as it flexed, a good sighn of sturdy materials Trask mused.

They just stood there looking at him as he pulled on the armour bit by bit, part by part. The CIC grinned inwardly and the military representatives felt good about themselves, if, although, a little nervous at the whole scene. They shuffled backwards to the other side of the bed. They hadn't expected this to happen as Trask clamped on the final parts of teh armour. However in his progress to attach the armour he hadnot noticed the Jack Plugs on the insides of the armour. There was a stalling hiss then the pain began again as the jack plugs connected to the underlying circutry in Trask's skin and activated along the network under his skin. But that wasn't the pain that was to come. For Trask picked up the large head set that covered his left ear. the receiving antennae sticking out at an angle towards the back while the large solid band went out around the front of his forhead to a peak before winding back round to connect fully with the receiver unit.

There was barely a whirr and a click as the jack plugs connected, and as they did the surge of power and pain shot right through him and Trask grabbed at his head in agony as he began to thrash around violently. The nurse Droid's internal panic alarms were set off as she repeatedly tried to go to him and put him back into bed. But the CIC over rode her internal systems and she stayed back, her sapphire eyes full of worry as she wached him in pain.

There was a sudden stiff crack as the large armoured gauntlet smashed into on of the walls as security then arrived and tried to restrain the situation, but were only battered and wounded by the thrashing Trask. The pain soon died down, as Traks was on his hands and knees, breathing hard, surprisingly he wasn't sweating like he should have but he felt stronger and more absolute. He looked up at the CIC who ad a pleased smirk on his face. This angered Trask and with that thought there was a hiss and a sliding click - the forearm guards had opened and out shot two large and very powerfuly hand guns, and Trask grinned outwardly and stood up. They had made a mistake giving him weapons now.

The CIC just smiled and dismissed everyone.

"Trask i hope you realise that those guns are out of ammunition, and that you cannot fire them in here, especially at me..."

"Why not asshole? give me one good reason that i can't blow your collar and tie ass over this room!"

"Because its in your programming...its been written into your programming incase you get any ideas about going rogue, and it prevents you from harming me directly should you decide to come and kill me for what I've done. May I remind you that I was the one that authorised the whole situation to save what was left of you. I wanted someone with at least the majority of his sanity and humanity left intact after the operation, and you fit the bill. Now to business..."

"Business??? You arrogant prick! you rebuild me with machine parts and turn me into a freak, take away my humanity, and now you want to talk business??"

"Calm yourself..if you are worried about what would happen if you met a girl and fell in love with her you can still do it if thats what you are worried about!"

Trask lushed slightly. At least one question had been answered.

"The boys that we report to want some stuff Trask, and you are going to get it for them..."

"Stuff??"

"yes, what you are wearing is the Per-Heresy Series of Tactical Dreadnought Armour, and they want actual raw data from everything and anything."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning you go down to Vilant and raise some hell for them. I know it doesnt sound very prosperous but they have already subsidised you with a vast amount of money to get whatever you need down there. But firstly you will be dropped off in some of the bad sides of town, and have fun."

"What about my guns...no ammo..."

"That will be resolved, you will have two hoppers for each gun and ana chain feed connecting the guns to the hopper. You will be carrying nearly four times your weight in amunition, but your armour and your suit will compensate for that. Now if you have anymore questions then we can get you deployed onto the planet"

"Yeah just one question...what about the civvies?"

"Civvies? You mean Civillians?"

Trask rolled his eyes

"Yeah the civillians..."

"What about them?"

"'What aboaut them?' What happens if they get in the way?"

"Use your discretion...If something becomes a problem, terminate it"

With that the CIC moved past Trask and he followed him. This was going to be one hellish day, but some where inside Trask, it jumped up and down ant the prospect of causing massed of carnage.

[Misato Anami]

The pain grew in her chest. Tears one by one fell down her face and landed in the soft ground beneath her. Ever since that fateful day 1600 years ago, she knew she always did it to save him... Now standing before the broken seal of his tomb, Misato Anami fell to her knees - someone had stolen the love of her life...

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With his body in her hands, Misato had reached the tomb... their tomb. The place where Misato had first "met" him... The tomb she had saved Rydius from once before stood intact and was ready for use once more.

His body was bloody and broken. Misato could no longer feel for a pulse, no longer for a life line. With some ease, Misato was able to place his body in the mold of the tomb. Tears streamed down her dirt-strewn face. Blood covered her body, blood of her enemies, Rydius', and her own. With her face to his, Misato risked everything. Her last chance at saving him was to heal him and seal him away...independently from her. The only way to revive him was to do so - had she been in the seal with him, she would have shared the healing spell she placed on him thus keeping him from being fully healed. She winced with pain and realized she would soon faint from her own pain. Closing her eyes, Misato kissed Rydius softly and held her hands to his face, one last time...

Blue and white sparks came between the two, Misato's body began to emit a soft glow. The warmth of her body soon flowed to Rydius as she backed up, her hands still to his face. Her soft silver eyes rested on his face, just to watch for anything. She knew every line of his face, every crease, the lines that would burrow on his forehead when he became angry or confused... everything. She knew him like he did her, their lives were one. Hours had passed and Misato's body was giving out. The glow still remained around Rydius as Misato watched, hoping to see one last time those piercing blue eyes that would always keep watch of her...

Misato watched as Rydius' eyes began to move... She gasped as she saw him trying so hard. Brushing his hair out of his face, Misato watched his eyes slightly part.

"Mi.."

"Shh... just... just promise me that you'll take care of yourself.. "

"....Whh..Mi.." (What? Misato...)

"I just wanted to make sure that you'd be okay. Rydius, I love you, I'll always be with you... But this is where we have to say goodbye.." Rydius eye's began to open more quickly as tears now were endless for Misato. Backing up, Misato let go of Rydius and watched as the tomb closed, with the love of her life in it... The glow from Rydius now surrounded the entire tomb. It would take a long time for Rydius to ever fully recover, and Misato knew in the back of her mind, he'd lose his memory once more as he had so long ago...

Before Misato could go back and attempt to break the seal... change her mind... Misato ran to her own tomb - another area of the cavern... There she immediately began the sealing process. Turning around Misato backed into the tomb. Crying, Misato felt her body go numb as the tomb enclosed. Her body finally gave out as Misato felt her body begin to black out. "I've... died before... I guess losing Rydius... mmake...s... it... twice..."

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Sitting next to the opened tomb, Misato's hand ran down the engravings of the tomb. It had been two weeks since her seal was released and she was free. Already had her pet Phoenix Artemis' decendant, Frey, find her. Misato had been physically weak and had stayed in her seal for the first week to gain her strength, and now that she was better, as she came to find Rydius - hopefully well and alive, she found him gone. The seal seemed to be opened prematurely...

The dust off the tomb came off on Misato's fingers. Looking at it, Misato knew it had been awhile. Rydius had been gone for quite some time.

Misato closed her eyes... she wanted to get rid of this image. She knew she risked losing him by his memory loss, she assumed she could help him.. This was different. She lost him completely. She pulled out his handkerchief with the emblem of Aenuric and Solin on it. She had so many memories come at her from the touch of some faded material... The memories of her friends...Nighte, Kharn, Alias..., her enemies, Rydius, they all hit her at the same time.

Misato tried to breath as the wind was knocked out of her. Her choking sobs wouldn't stop. Frey looked at her from the entrance way and flew out of the tomb to keep eye outside of the cavern. Such pain she felt, it was worse than when she had commited suicide to save Rydius, when she was controlled to attack Rydius on command... it all compared unfairly to her...

Misato wanted to pull one of her Lucilas Blades out and destroy herself once and for all. Rydius had probably already foudn someone else, had already built another life... His memories of her were probably gone with her sanity...

As she cried for hours, Misato soon gained composure and looked at the tomb once more. Rydius was out there somewhere, and she had had to have given him life once more. If his body was gone, hopefully he was still alive...

Standing carefully, Misato approached his tomb once more. With her hand on the tomb, Misato looked at her wedding ring. The light green stone shone still... Misato kissed her ring and went back to the room where her tomb lay. Her eyes changed from its usual silver color to a firey orange. Frey had seen nothing, as Misato could see - their bond gave each the power to see through one another.. Calling him back, Misato began to fall asleep, her body still getting used to its normal function. Soon, she would be fighting again and walking around as she used to, but now her body had to keep up with her. She was still young, her body wouldn't age any faster, and from her family line, she'd remain this way for a long time. The being in a tomb for 1600 years took her strength from her and Misato had eyt to discover the time change...

As her eyes began to close, Frey had returned and landed next to her keeping an eye for anything that may come by... As she felt herself go under, thoughts began to flood her mind of how she was going to find him...

[Andromeda]

Andromeda tossed and turned back and forth, her mind lost in a dream, or nightmare depending on your look of things. It was almost a dream for her, despite the fact that it was a nightmare and she was frightened. She did not want to return to the labs, the place that wanted her dead, it seemed a contradiction, not to want to die for her. But it was naturally more complex than just wanting to die out right by any means necessary. They wanted her, but more than just to end her as a mistake made from the random chance of the universe’s little jokes on people’s lives. They would take her apart, examine her, try to find out what went wrong with her. She had been told by her father that because of him taking her away, their research would be set back years. It had always given her something to laugh about, give a little that no one understood. There was little she could against them but run in the opposite direction. She did not want to see them ever again, the hunting and searches had ended finally, when she reached Vilant. But she would never be rid of the shadow that was constant over her.

Now it was in her dreams again, images of the laboratories flashed in her mind. She could not remember must about the place, considering that she was taking away from it when she was young, still barely a baby. Though she had seen pictures, watched taped experiment of her father’s, she had an idea of the place. Which was just enough for her imagination to run with. It had haunted her dreams before, but it had gone away for years. She had not thought about it since she was younger back on the moon. They were childish thoughts and nightmares, she had told herself. She did not want to give into the weakness of her past and emotions of childhood. There was never anything good from it, only the pain of reflection that stirred up memories she did not want to remember. The time on the moon was in her past, a place she had done all to forget that place. She did not want the memories, this was her life, or what there was of it.

She kept thinking during the dream, why she was thinking about this suddenly. It had been years, she thought it was behind her. But it seemed that even now, with it in the back of her mind, always trying to be forgotten, that there was something. That she was fooling herself to believing that she was not thinking about it. That not wanting it, not wanting to think about just makes it more thought of because you are concentrating on forgetting it and then you can never forget it. When all she wanted to do was forget, and lie to herself that she had forgotten, she had not forgotten at all. The layers and faux thoughts, the ideas and lies that she tried to tell herself, all she could see was the futility. The futility she had in life and with herself.

It seemed the only reason, or it could have been the fact that she was in a hospital and it made her feel uncomfortable. She did not want to stay in it any longer than she had to. Though it was surprising enough that she was able to sleep and not be on edge about being in a hospital. There was always the worry that if the reports found their way back to the moon, she would be hunted again. She did not want that to happen, she would have to convince the doctor and hope it was not too late. Though her impression that she left on the doctor might prove difficult. She just did not like doctors of any type, they should all be killed for their curiosity in science. It was because of doctors she was created and she hated them for it, every last one of them.

Andromeda shuck awake, rising up out of the bed quickly, but then falling back down to her pillow. She was still very weak from the loss of blood. It takes forty-eight hours to regain the blood when you give it, but she had given more than anyone should. There would be a while till she healed, though the extra blood that they were giving her would help. She looked around again, seeing the blood IV that ran to her. The monitor above and equipment all around her, the equipment left her unsettled. It was the sight of metal and lights, that were used for the use of science and medicine, it was uncomfortable. She did not want to label it fear, though it was the only proper way to refer to what she was feeling. She had not known such feelings in a while, it was a strange sense. Sure there had been fear, being afraid of a thug in the streets, but this was something different. She was not too sure about it, what to think. Feeling so blank and empty, not getting anything but from the moment left her so barren. There was little that she could see, the room was sparse with anything else. The curtain hid most of the left side of the side. The window was all she had to stare at. Sleep would do her no more good or comfort, it was not an escape at the moment. Too much sat at the surface for her to sleep and relive her past.

Outside the window was buildings and sky, darken clouds. Apparently a storm was coming in, rain would be washing out the streets. If she had been back where she was meant to be, she would be walking out to the rain. Taking it in, the rain just dropping on her face, soaking her clothes. She would just sit in the street watching the rain drop, feeling like the water that met together at the ground. Mixed with the rest, not alone anymore, but forced down a path. The sound of the water hitting the concrete and asphalt would touch her ears as the mist of the rain in the distance would pull her into its abyss welcoming her to a gray haven. The smell of the water mixing with the oil of the streets, yet a freshness that would be in the air cleansing the dirt of the world.

She returned her sight back from a blurred to focused, as she realized that she was drifting off in thought. The building in front covered half of the view, blocking her imposingly, it seemed confident and proud, almost cocky. She did not like it, but it was there, her eye continued watching as a couple birds flew around, back and forth making a nest. Time passed to her without much realization to her. The birds just passed by and then came back. It was enough for her to forget and just watch.

However, the doctor arrived now and broke her concentration on the window, it immediately annoyed her that he interrupted her. Though it was also that he was a doctor that annoyed her, so she was quickly angered by his presence in the room. He looked like he has a purpose, something that he wanted to do, it frightened her a little. She was at a vulnerable state and did not know what the doctor might try on her. She could barely lift herself up, she knew that she could stop him from whatever he wanted to do. But he just waited, staring as she stared at him. What did he want, it was bothering her his silence. After interrupting her, he had the nerve to just look at her, standing there like an idiot. He had not said a word at all, not even to interrupt her, she realized it, he only used his presence to make her aware and nothing more. He was waiting for a move, like in chess, his move was already taken and he was waiting for her to move to make some play. But she did not want to play his little mind game, she would wait him out until he either fell asleep, left for other duties or could not stand anymore.

Unfortunately, he was still standing in the same spot after a half hour, and an hour. The two just stared at each other, hands on their holsters not wanting to draw. It had become a matter of pride for her not to speak, despite his annoyance and he just seemed to peacefully stand there not affected by anything not impatient, just waiting. She had not seen a more annoying man before, he would not leave or speak, even now after two hours of staring. What was it that he was trying to prove, trying to get? He wanted something or else he would not be here still. He would not have stayed for two hours unmoved. The nurse that came in did not seem to pay him mind, as though it was normal for him to be here. The woman just walked around to Andromeda’s right side of the bed looked at the IV and the monitor and then left leaving the two to their contest. Neither was giving in, but Andromeda growing frustrated by the minute. What ever this doctor wanted, he was not getting it, After all of this, he would leave empty, not successful with what he wanted. But she could not understand him, he just stood. The anger was mounting up in her, her palms grew sweaty and face warm. Her eyes narrowed more and eye brow pushed down, close together across her forehead. She squeezed her fist, wanting to get this ended now. It had come to the point, where she did not care what it was just as long as he talked and left. Her fist bound tighter in anger, patience was running thin and if she had the strength she would have leaped out of the bed to strangle the doctor where he stood.

She grinded her teeth together as she approached words to say, “What do you want!” she said loudly startling the patient to the right of her behind the curtains. The doctor just smiled and stood there for a moment, still not saying a word. Her eyes flattened out, this doctor would not even speak when spoken to. Frustration was setting in when he finally spoke.

“Just watching you.”

”What?! All that just to watch me. I hate all you doctors.”

“Why is that?”

“Now you want to talk?” What was this doctor’s game that he was playing with her. He says nothing, then just says he is watching and now he wants to chat. There is something strange about him. Did he know more about her than she realized.

“Why do you hate doctors?”

“Because all you are interested in is your science and cutting things open.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I know, I just do…”

“That is not much defense for such a strong distain.”

“I didn’t ask for your critique.”

“Hmm…why do you hate doctors?”

“Repeating it? Don’t think you’ll get me to talk.”

“What do you mean, I am just curious to learn more about you.”

”And why is that…you doctors are all a like,” Andromeda said turning away, looking away from him at the plain white wall. It was dull and boring, though she had things on her mind, she did not want to approach them. But facing the doctor’s line of inquiry was just as bad. It was making her remember more than she wanted. She did not like him, she did not want to think about it.

“No, not all doctors are the same. There are many different doctors, I am a doctor and my concern is your well being.”

“Just shut up and go away, I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I see and what about yourself? Do you want to be alone with yourself?”

“What? Don’t get in my mind, it is more than you could handle.”

“Really? That sounds like a challenge,” the doctor said chuckling. “I’ll leave you be…I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Just leave.” She did not like the sounds of this doctor, he was too curious, too inquisitive it would be his undoing. There was nothing left for her and now she was a doctor’s amusement. She had to get out of here soon, once she was better she would escape one way or another.