Neptune

Location: Talivana’s home, UFF. Date: 24th December, 2016 It was the eve before Christmas, and the house was silent. It was six minutes to midnight, and the children had finally been put down to bed to await the next morning where they would eagerly come down to be greeted with the sight of presents waiting for them under the large decorated tree. Outside, falling unseen, were soft flakes of snow that littered the ground and plunged the world into whiteness. All sounds were muffled, giving the world an eerie, muted feel. Colours were leached from the environment, making everything appear still and colourless. The living room was dim, save for a fire that burned merrily in the fireplace. The only other source of light emanated from the tree, which lit up in bright bursts that scattered a multi-hued rainbow throughout the room to flash against reflective surfaces, making the room come alive with colour in stark contrast with the outside world. Underneath the tree, seeming to sparkle under the light, lay numerous presents, wrapped up neatly with tight bows. They were positioned artfully, surrounding the entire tree and spilling out onto the carpeted floor. Seated beside the fire in a high backed chair, sat a single figure. She was dressed in a dressing gown that looked almost like a dress that spilled down over her legs and onto the floor. Her long, dark hair was grasped at her neck before it spilled down her back in waves. Standing out against her hair were two large ears that hovered close to her head as they swept upwards and had several spikes running along the bottom. Her eyes were gold in colour, looking out with a calm and steady gaze. Her other features were small, and delicate with plump lips and a small nose that flicked up very slightly towards the tip. Open on her lap was a book which she was reading by the light of the fire. The only sounds in the room was the gleeful cackling of the fire, and the soft rustle of pages being turned. Against the wall, sitting sedately by the fireplace, stood a large Grandfather clock. The pendulum swing from side to side as the second hand twitched around the clock face with very faint clicks. As the hands reached midnight, there was a bell like peal that rang through the living room before it fell into silence. Talivana looked up from her book before looking over towards the tree. Whereas before she had been alone, a new figure was stood near the tree. He stood tall, at just over eight feet tall, and he was heavily muscled. He was wearing a red cloak that was cowed at the back, tied around the waist with a large white belt. He was massively build with a heavy set chest and bulging, muscular arms. He suddenly turned around towards Talivana, his grin lost in the depths of his beard that rolled and knotted down his chest. Even though his face was lined with age, his bright blue eyes twinkled with a youthful mischievousness. From under the hood, his white, wavy hair spilled down the sides of his face to be lost within the cloak. “Well, little Talivana! So good to see you again.” The man said, his voice deep and bassy as it rumbled loudly. “Hush. The children are sleeping. You could wake an army with that voice of yours.” Talivana said in a rather tart tone, however her smile was welcoming and warm. The man laughed, the sound echoing around the room, ‘Then I shall be as quiet as a mouse.’ His voice came to Talivana, as deep as his spoken voice. Talivana closed her book and set it aside on the arm of her chair. Gracefully, she stood up and moved over to him. He opened his arms out and caught her in a hug that would crush the bones of a normal Tau’ri, or human as they called themselves. Her arms wrapped around his wide chest, hugging him back for several moments before they pulled away. Her gaze moved towards the tree, only to see that there were many more presents sitting under the tree. She looked back at him, ‘Thank you.’ She thanked him gratefully. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with mirth, ‘There is need to thank me, dear. There have been many good little boys and girls that deserve a gift.’ He replied with a soft, rumbling chuckle. Talivana smiled again, looking towards the fire, ‘The only gift I wanted this Christmas was to see you again. It’s why I waited up.’ She told him. ‘I know. It’s why I allowed you to catch me. You’ve done very well over the years, little Talivana. Your mother and father would have been proud of you.’ He told her, his tone almost solemn. ‘I know. It’s been hard, though. Sometimes I wonder if I’m strong enough to keep going.’ She admitted to him, her expression a little drawn. He laid a hand on her shoulder, which was covered in gold gauntlets, ‘I know you can do it. You’re too much like your mother not to. You’re not alone, Talivana. I am here, as is Triavana, and as is Kaylarvana. The reward for your patience will be great, I can promise you that. You won’t always be alone.’ The figure told her encouragingly. Talivana was still for a moment before the smiled again, ‘Thank you. I needed that.’ She said, feeling better for his support and encouragement. He always knew exactly what to say, as if he knew intimately her fears and concerns. The man let out a soft laugh, ‘Always, little Talivana, always.’ He said before he disappeared from view, leaving the ghost of his chuckle behind. Talivana remained standing where she was for a few moments, before she moved back towards her chair and picked up her book. She tucked it away in a bookshelf, before moving to the fire and locking in the cage as she waved a hand over the fireplace to snuff out the flames. The room went completely silent as colours flashed around her. She put her hand briefly on the mantle of the fireplace before she turned and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her as she left to go to bed, to rest for the next day. Location: Basement of the Promiscuous Palace. Date: Date: 25th December, 2016, moments after midnight. At the same time that Talivana had been speaking to the strange figure in red, Diomedes, the Daedric General of Time, Space and Dimensions, was sitting alone beneath the sealed and abandoned Promiscuous Palace. He was sat in his comfortable office chair, wrapping in a dark cloak. His feet were resting up upon the table as he was slouched slightly. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but it appeared that he had his eyes fixed on a wall of screens in front of him. The footage that each screen played was a different perspective of the Promiscuous Palace insides. The rooms, and halls were dark, quiet and, for the most part, empty as if the entire palace had been abandoned at a moment’s notice. There was even half-eaten meals sitting on the dining room table, preserved in the vacuum inside the building. There was one exception, however. In each of the video feeds was a single figure that stared towards the camera. It was a young-appearing, white furred Mako, which appeared slightly similar to a wolf anthromorph, but belonging to an entirely different species. He stared at the camera, his face completely blank of emotions and his eyes looking lifeless. He stood somewhere, in the view of each camera, staring towards the viewers. Every time Diomedes looked away, the figures moved before he could look back again. Still staring. Still watching. The only place unoccupied by these strange ghosts, was the basement, which is where Diomedes was currently living. He had converted it to his use, as he was going to be here for a few hundred years. He was currently sitting in the part that he had made into a small living area, which had a small kitchen for cooking and a small area for sitting down and relaxing. Most of the space, however, was taken up by the security terminal and the screens that displayed the feed from the cameras. A door lead into a room which he had assigned into his bedroom, with a King sized bed and a drawer for his clothes. The bedroom also had access to a bathroom was that only large enough for a small shower, toilet and sink. Another door from the living area lead into a room which he had designated his lab, for him to run some of his experimental tests, and research, when he felt like it. There was also a small room close to the kitchen area that lead into a room where he could wash and dry his clothes, as well as a store of food. It was small, but it served his purposes. He didn’t need anymore than that. It wasn’t that decorated, though. It was rather bland and tasteless, but Diomedes cared little for how the place looked. As long as it served its function, he didn’t feel the need for embellishment. As such, despite it being Christmas, the basement was devoid of christmas decorations. It looked the same as it did every other day of the year. Most people, had they spent extended periods of time in the basement, would not realise that one of the UFFs and Ashean’s biggest holidays was happening. Diomedes was not one to celebrate such holidays, and since he was not expecting anyone, he made no effort to get the place ready for visitors. Today would be spent much long the other days of the year for him. Sitting in his seat, watching the large monitors in front of him and staring back at the mysterious figure that existed within every video feed. Alone. However, he wasn’t as alone as he had first thought it was. Diomedes looked over his shoulder to see the same red cloaked figure standing nearby. One of his well-formed eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Here to give me my yearly coal?” He asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. The figure laughed, a loud, booming sound that echoed around the room, “No, no… I have no coal for you this year… you’ve been a good boy. A very good boy.” The man said, his voice getting progressively louder as if he was unable to help it. Diomedes gave a scornful snort, turning his eyes back towards the screens. He heard the figure let out a soft chuckle before he saw out of the corner of his eye an object being placed down on the table. Diomedes turned his head to look behind him, however the figure was completely gone, along with the sense of his presence. The Daedra gave another scornful snort before he turned to look at what Santrin had put down on the desk. It was a present, wrapped on a vibrant purple paper with a golden bow. He sighed, not particularly in the mood for such things. He found little joy in many things he once used to love doing. This holiday being one of them. He never paid attention to it anymore, nor did he care about the date of his birth. He tried to remember when exactly that was, but the information seemed to slip from him. He then shrugged, because he lacked the will to care. He reached forward, picking up the present and holding it in his hands for a few moments. Despite his lack of enthusiasm, he was still curious about what it was. So he took hold of one end of the bow string and carefully pulled it to cause it to unravel. He then carefully undid the wrapping, preserving the paper like he had done since he was a little boy. When he had pulled the wrapping off, he found himself looking at a carved wooden box, made from some kind of dark wood with an almost black grain to it. It had been polished with a loving hand, and there was a silvery metal clip on the front that locked it. He looked at the top of the box which seemed to have been carved in with the name ‘Talrin’. The grooves had been filled with a purple coloured gold, up to be flush with the wood surface. It was done in such a way that it almost looked as if it was part of the actual wood itself. His eyebrows raising, Diomedes took hold of the clip and lifted it up to see what was inside. There was a dark purple velvet material that lined the inside of the box, including the lid. Sitting in the cushion, was a strange looking device. It was made from gold, and looked to be able to slip onto his hand, with a circular gold piece that would sit comfortable in his palm. There was two pieces of gold that emerged from either side of this main part, that curved upwards and met in the middle, which would allow him to slip it onto his hand and remain firmly fixed. He picked up the device and turned it around to look at the main part of it, where he could see a green crystal embedded into the gold. There were several Eldyrannthian runes around the crystal that were indicative of healing spells. It was a healing device, one that he had been working on when he was much younger. He had not been able to complete it before he had been banished. And yet, this was finished. He looked down into the box and saw a little note. He put the device aside and picked up the note, ‘Your Father told me about your little project. I decided to have a look at it, and finish it off for you. Happy Holidays, My Little Dove. I can’t wait to see you again xxx’ Diomedes screwed up the note in his hand, letting out a breath through his nose. He knew, that normally, he would have been very touched by the gift as well as the sweet note, however he felt nothing. And that angered him, because he wanted to feel something, and yet he couldn’t. No matter how deeply he tried to search. He then let out a sigh, as he picked up the healing device and put it into the box. He didn’t particularly want to give it much of a closer inspection. He would leave that until later. He closed it with a snap, before he stood up and went into the bedroom which only had a King-sized bed, that was a little longer than what was normal for Earth, and a chest of drawers. There was only a single bedside table, that had a lamp, but there was nothing else sitting on top of it. Like the main living area, the bedroom was very bland and lacked any kind of decoration. Diomedes opened the top drawer, which was filled with numerous personal effects. He pushed some aside, placing down the box in the corner before he closed the drawer with a snap. He then returned to the main living area and sat himself down in his office chair. He put his feet back up on the table, turning his eyes back to the screens in front of him, taking a deep breath before letting it back out. If Santrin had thought that the gift would have been good for him, then his good intentions were sorely misplaced. If anything, it reminded Diomedes what was missing, and he felt his isolation even more keenly. Not only from those that he loved, but from his people entirely. They were so close at hand, and yet he was unable to join them. Right now, they were as unaccessable as the far side of the Universe, on an uninhabited planet. He shook his head slightly, cursing himself for having such unnecessary thoughts. He was not here to sit and feel sorry for himself. It was a useless activity that had nothing to do with why he was here and it was a waste of time. Diomedes turned his eyes to the video feed of outside, noticing that it was snowing heavily in the darkness. But other than that, everything was completely still. He did spot some fresh rabbit tracks, but the snow that drifted down was quickly covering up the evidence that any living creature had passed through. As there was nothing of interest, Diomedes turned his eyes back to the other monitors, returning to his staring match with the blank-faced Mako, who’s gaze seemed to to stare into his fractured soul.

You can see in the dark, but only if you have a light source like a torch.

Yeah I need to get the important characters done ASAP.

I still need to sort out my character IDs to be posted up lol

The ability to read the page of any book... but the book has to be open and on the page you want to read.

The ability to turn the vegetables on your dinner plate into mush.

Big Lard Mountain.

Welcome to EcchiDreams! We could always do with more perverted Dreamers~ I hope you enjoy your stay here with us :3

Hey, @Wolfie I might if there was a market for it. But I cannot think of anything, since I don't know @Whoreo personally that well. That's the problem with using another Dreamer, I think xD The best I can come up with is a modification of Wolfie's (And it's crap); Takes wages in Hookers and Oreo's.

Hah. Funny how things work out xD

An Announcement that was to be posted on the 6th... is posted one minute to midnight to the next day... Wow, that's cutting it close there, Wolfie xD

Congratulations~ Well deserved :3

That is a very good idea, SMFoxy. I think we will do just that :)

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Thank you, Whoreo :)

That's up to the Game Master since it's their roleplay; their rules. It might simply mean a bare-bones Character ID, little to no extra information and players are allowed to do one-liner posts. There is no set way to do a Character ID, but generally speaking the harder a roleplay is, the more detail you will need to put in. That's how we figured it would be logical to do.

I'm definitely thinking about the suggestion since it does give Game Masters more control over their roleplay, especially if potential roleplayers apply to the roleplay which would allow Game Masters to approve/disapprove characters.

I agree that getting Platinum membership just for a more exclusive roleplay is a little excessive, but more control over the roleplays is what Platinum Members have. Although this is expressed with the ability to moderate their own roleplay. I'm not entirely sure what you're getting at with the Character ID being an indication of RP openness. At the moment, a roleplays difficulty is somewhat set by the requirements to join it, as well as level of detail in the information. For RPs that don't have an extra information, or need a Character ID are considered casual. For RPs that have the Character ID as a requirement can be much higher in level. I think having the Character ID as a sign of the 'openness' of a roleplay is making it a little too complicated when the other ideas that you had would suffice very, very easily. In regards to the Public roleplay, we could cut it down to two layers of openness; Public/Open: Anyone can join as long as they meet minimum requirements. No one can consider any of the roleplays as being entirely 'Full' access as owners will have specific requirements that you need to meet in order to join. Apply: Dreamers apply to join a roleplay either through the OOC thread, through EcchiText or some other means. The reason why I drop Invite from this list, is because you could simply ask someone to join your roleplay through an application. What the requirements of joining a Roleplay will be completely on the owner of the roleplay, the Game Master. Just so you know, I am taking your suggestion seriously but I would like for you to further clarify some of yours points.

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This post is a joint post written by: @Neptune - Kellina Dansken @Jambalyre - Moira Dansken Location: Unknown System, 12.53 Light Years from Andromeda Station. “You ain’t getting away from me, fuckface!” An angry voice called out, as a shower of sparks descended on the speaker, a tall blonde woman with sparkling, angry blue eyes. She hissed as the sparks stung her exposed skin. She hoped that they wouldn’t leave any marks on her otherwise flawless skin. She pushed the throttle control forward, causing their small fighter, the Stella-Kelpie to lunge forward as she went after her prey. The ship being flown by their target was slightly larger than their small fighter, however it was still a relatively small class of ship designed for a very small crew. It belonged to a man that Kellina and her sister were hunting. A man called Jonathan Randell, who took a delight in the exploitation of sentient beings. He would traffic them all over the Galaxy to enter into slavery in a large slavery empire. He killed without discrimination, and he had hurt thousands of people, and destroyed the lives of millions. And now he had numerous bounties on his head worth millions. And Kellina and Moira were there to try and catch him, although the bounty contract stated that he could be brought back Dead or Alive. It didn’t matter, but the sisters always tried to bring their Bounties back alive. “Keep on him, Kelli!” Her sister's voice came over the comm. Kellina slowed down the ship slightly, before she then twisted the controller, causing their small fighter to twist and turn before she throttled forward as she pursued their slippery prey, “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Kellina flippantly replied. Her entire focus was on the ship before her, and she didn’t have time to listen to Moira, especially when she was saying what she already knew. Kellina glanced at the screen in front of her, checking the status of her weapons as well as the condition of their ship. The shields were damaged, and they had slight hull damage. Her eyes flickered back up as she caught sight of the ship, growing larger as she inched her way closer. The moment he was within weapons range, Kellina began to unleash fire upon him. Their ship had two large lasers, gimbaled so that they followed their target. Kellina had targeted the opposing ships thrusters, however something unexpected happened. The ship blew up. Kellina stopped her fire, before slowing the ship down and angling slightly away so that they were not caught up in the fiery blast. “I thought we agreed to not blow them up this time!” Moira called over the comm. Kellina shrugged as she flicked a few switches, “It was an accident. I shot for the thrusters, so he must have had some serious flaw with them. It’s not my fault. Don’t worry so much; we can still collect the full bounty if we kill him. We just need to… find something of him.” She said, before turning back towards the wreckage of the ship, “And that might take a little bit…” She sighed. A similar sigh came over the comm from Moira, and Kellina could hear her sister speak softly, in an almost reverent tone, “Be fearful all who be unbelieving, abominable, murderers, whoremongers and all liars, for I bear the will of God. All shall be afraid; for I beareth the sword yet not in vain: For I, in the name of the Lord, am a revenger upon he who doeth evil. And I will execute upon them with furious vengeance and terrible rage; and they will know that I am the will of the Lord. Ye shall burneth within the fire and brimstone lakes of hell: which is second only to death! Habbakuk, 2:22 Motherfucker.” “I’ll take care of that. You just keep us still.” Moira then told her, before the comm cut out. Kellina sighed and sat back, crossing her arms as she impatiently waited. She knew that her sister was down in engineering, rigging up one of her genius inventions. A little bored, he began to absently scan parts of the wreckage. There were some things in the cargo hold, but it was nothing worth taking. They appeared to be some personal things that Kellina had no interest in. If it was something of value, then she would snap that up quickly and either keep it, or sell it to make some more money. Either would work for her. By the time Kellina was almost bouncing with impatience, Moira once more spoke through the comm, “Alright, I’ve programmed some of the drones to search and retrieve any organic matter. Hopefully we can salvage it before the vacuum of space ruins the samples.” She said. Kellina snorted as she released the drones, “That would be our fucking luck. It would also be a good idea to grab some parts of the ship so that they can be identified as his.” She said. The drones make quick work of getting the samples, and once they were back, Kelli asked, “Do they have everything?” “Yes. We got very lucky. His head stayed intact, for the most part. Enough to easily identify him. And some of his fingers, so DNA, fingerprints and iris scans can be done. And we also have several pieces of the ship” Moira responded, sounding slightly distracted as if she was concentrating on something. “Fucking awesome.” Kellina responded with a grin, feeling excited about cashing in this bounty. Quickly, she turned the ship and headed back towards the jump gate nearby that they could use to jump into hyperspace to get to Andromeda Station quicker than heading there in a straight line. They were lucky that their target was in such a well-travelled system, so it was easy tracking him down. It would take them several hours to get back to the Andromeda Station, which Kellina knew it would cause unease for her sister for the risk of being attacked and their precious cargo stolen. But Kellina knew that she could keep one step ahead of the others. It was how she had found the bastard in the first place. They reached the gate after an hour of straight flying, and Kellina activated the gate causing a gate into hyperspace to open up. She aimed the ship into it, before they were completely surrounded by hyperspace. To the eyes, it appeared to be red in colour, with varying shades of blacks, orange and yellows. It also seemed very big, and very lonely. But Kellina followed the buoys that were left in place that would guide her to the correct destination. Kellina was left to her own company in the cockpit of the ship, as her sister was still in engineering doing whatever geniuses like her did. Kellina had to remain where she was, to keep them on course. There was no way she was going to allow them to drift, and become lost. They arrived back at Andromeda several hours later. The gate near the station opened up and their fighter came shooting out of the hyperspace window and headed closer to the station. Kellina felt relieved, because this meant that they could park their ship, collect their money and she could go and celebrate. As their ship got closer to the Station, she opened a channel, “Yo, Andromeda. Stella-Kelpie here, requesting to dock.” She said, slowing down her ship as she was awaiting a response. The voice of Karla Stewert came back, “Acknowledged, Stella-Kelpie. Sending docking information now.” Kellina looked at the screen, noting where they were to go before she increased her speed and headed to the docking bay. She slowed down when she approached the mouth of the Station. She aligned the ship with the station’s rotation and slowly entered the long docking bay. They then entered the large, round docking bay that was ringed with numerous docking pads, that were filled with ships. Kellina headed for their pad, heading sharply down. When close, she pulled the nose of the ship up sharply as the landing gear emerged. The ship then landed gently on the landing pad. As Kellina powered down the engine, she grinned, “Another perfect landing.” She boasted as she signalled the pad to take them down. The landing pad sank down, before the docking pad closed above them. Their ship was turned around, before they came back and parked smoothly into the landing bay. Kellina pushed back from the flight controls before getting up and stretching as she felt stiff from sitting down for so long. She then made her way down to engineering where she found Moira hunkered over one of her computer screens. As Kellina approached, Moira said, “I’ve already alerted the contact, and they’re coming here now.” “Good. The sooner the better.” Kellina said, before she went over to the table which contained the organic matter, as well as scraps from the ship. She peered at the head, which had half of the face seared off and horrifically burnt. But the other side of the face was completely intact, and the brown eye stared up at her blankly as the mouth hung open as if screaming silently. Kellina picked up a wrench and poked the head with it, causing it to rock slightly. “Will you stop that, Kelli,” Moira scolded, snatching the wrench and eyeing it critically for signs of flesh and brains. “You know I don’t like getting shit on my tools.” Kellina glanced at her, “You’re such a delicate flower, Moira. It can be easily cleaned off.” Kellina told her. “Sure it can, but it's bad manners to get blood and shit on another Engineers tools, besides you keep poking this thing, it’s going to roll off and get more blood and shit on things, and I don’t want it rolling around in my Engineering like a loose football,” Moira said, waving the the wrench in Kellina’s direction to emphasise her point. “And I will make you clean it up. Forget the micro sterilisation scanner, it will be the old fashioned toothbrush.” Kellina wrinkled her nose in disgust before she flicked her fingers dismissively, “Don’t worry, I know how to deal with men. Especially their heads. It’s not like I wanted to impale his eye with your tools. We kinda need that eye right now.” Her sister looked like she wanted to say something, but scoffed is disgust instead and turned back to her computer. Kellina sat down heavily in a chair, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor as she awaited the arrival of their contact. The minutes dragged by and Kellina began idly playing with various tools and objects and Moira, just as idly, telling her to stop. Finally, the contact let Moira know that they were there, and her sister went off to let them onto the ship. She then brought them back, revealing it to be a well dressed human. The man glanced at Kellina before he began scanning the remained that they had collected. “We did try to keep him alive, however he had a flaw in his thrusters that caused his ship to blow up as we fired upon the thrusters to disable his ship.” Moira explained to the man. He glanced up at her, before looking back down, “You’ve provided enough evidence to prove that you’ve completed the contract. This man was a very sick individual. He deserved death, although some would have preferred he face trial. But a lot of people will be glad he’s dead, myself included.” He replied as he scanned the remains of the ship. Once he was done, he pulled out a small tablet from his pocket. He pressed a few things before asking, “How are you wanting the reward split?” “Evenly between us two.” Moira responded, as Kellina sat there quietly, watching the exchange. Moira always took control of these deals, which was fine with her. Moira was very good at negotiating, whereas Kellina tended to not be. The man nodded, before drawing out two credit chits and inserting them into the tablet before he handed them over, “The credits will be available to you within the hour. Enjoy your rewards, ladies, you’ve done a great service.” He said, smiling at them. As Kellina took it, she felt a thrill of excitement. This moment always made this job so rewarding. She continued watching as Moira packed the remains of the target and his ship in a box. They no longer wanted it, and the man could have his remains dealt with by the contact. When the man finally left, Kellina jumped up, “Yaahooo!” She cried, bouncing over to Moira and engulfing her in a large, tight hug. Moira let out a strangled noise, as Kellina almost suffocated her. The blonde let go of her sister, grinning, “Hey, you wanna go celebrate with a drink at the ol’ Wet Hole?” She asked. “No, thanks. I have some things that need doing. I will be here if you need me to, I don’t know, maybe pay your bail money,” Moira replied with a small grin.. “Maybe. But not right now. Right now, I wanna down a few drinks. It’s not like the bail fee is going anywhere.” Kellina grinned, tilting her head slightly up at her sister. “Apart from the bar tab, perhaps your right, just becareful,” Moira said, waving her sister away to concentrate on the computer screen with a diagnostic programme running on the engines. “Alright, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me!” She said, before turning and leaving engineering. She made a stop off in her bedroom where she went to her bed. Kneeling down, she fished out a safe, which she used a iris scan, to unlock it. It had several items inside of it, mainly credit chits but also some odd pieces. Pieces that were all she had left of her parents, and her love. She took out a couple of the credit chits, before putting the large money one inside. It was not something she wanted to carry around with her. She pushed the credit chits into her cleavage, before she locked up her safe, shoving it under her bed then she left her ship to head towards the Wet Hole, leaving Moira on the ship. Location: Section 3D, Down below and Medlab. An agonised scream echoed down the corridor as people scrambled away from a stumbling figure that stood hunched over screaming in agony as he was clutching his head. At his feet lay an unconscious figure, but it was hard to see who it was, as they were covered with filthy rags. The man stumbled further down the corridor, still screaming in agony, “OH, GOD! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!” His eyes were popping out of their eye sockets, and his face was sweating profusely. He stumbled again, collapsing into a pile of boxes which he knocked over. He struggled to his feet again, before he stumbled into another pile but this time he remained still as he slipped into unconsciousness. The corridor was now completely silent, empty save for the two unconscious figures. Several minutes later, several security men appeared on the scene. They called for medical assistance, before they tried to find anything about the crime scene that would indicate what had happened, but they were unable to find anything. The two figures were rushed to the medlab, where Daniel Tucker, the Chief of Medical, immediately came over to inspect the two of them. He turned to the man, who was tossing and turning on the medical bed. He frowned as he checked his vitals, which were erratic and unstable and his blood pressure was falling fast. It appeared that he was under the influence of some kind of drug. His head kept tossing as he mumbled phrases like, “It’s falling… on me…! It’s falling!” He sounded panicked, as he whimpered painfully between each half formed phrase. He looked at one of his doctors, who was inspecting the secondary patient, “Status?” He asked. The woman looked at him, “Traumatic shock, complete lack of consciousness, respiration and heart rate are well below normal and EEG readings well below normal.” She reported. As he turned back towards the first patient, drawing a blood sample to get the blood analysed, the doctor spoke again, “I think the cases may be related.” Daniel handed the vial of blood to an assistant as he turned back, “How do you figure that?” He asked. “She’s a Geological Consultant. Six months ago, she was doing a survey on a colony planet. She became trapped by a rockfall and broke her leg in the process.” She told him. Daniel looked back towards the man, “Oh hell…” He sighed, before ordering, “Check her neural pathways,” He then turned to the assistant, “I want to know exactly what is in his blood. Look specifically for traces of dust.” He nodded back towards the female doctor, “Thank you.” He nodded. As the two patients were wheeled away, he went over to his small office area and sat down, rubbing at his face. This was not good.

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