Talarn
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The Viking 301S, aboard a Nepleslian mercenary ship...
The heavy grating sound of steel on steel clamoured with every shambling step Whisper took down the coridor, the powerful cybernetic leg prosthetics creating a very muted whirring noise as they moved. His ragged, labored breathing could be heard from a small distance away, while he struggled to move onwards towards his surgeon's quarters. His biological half had been acting awry today, expressing more pain that usual. Whisper was used to this by now, however, and so the only obvious result was the labored breathing. The Mastermind sighed. He'd have to find a way to filter out that filthy breathing noise coming from his respirator.
But that was not important right now. Right now, there was work to be done.
So Whisper strode on, leaning heavily onto his Asura cane for support as he clanked his way towards the preparation room.
The mundane and ordinary day Whisper seemed to be having would be swept away as the half-man, half-cyborg, part-computer felt the ship rock; lurching violently as interior fire suppression systems switched on. Coming down the corridor, like lined up dominoes being knocked over, came the unmistakable sound of fire-retardant foam bursting into action, the white spray coming closer and closer towards Whisper as the emergency systems began dousing the fires of whatever had just hit them.
He would feel the foam dampening whatever fabric and cloth he used to cover himself up, coating him in a thin layer of white, slightly soapy liquid.
The cyborg sighed heavily, simply standing still and watching the miniature tsunami wash over him. He didn't worry about breathing, his respirator had been built to enable breathing in far more intense environments than simple fire retardant foam.
Naturally, it was easy for Whisper to assume that the ship had been attacked, or perhaps damaged by some space junk that the pilot had failed to avoid. Whisper grunted with annoyance.
That pilot had all the intellect that the gods gave a carrot.
Whisper turned about in the coridor, and began to heads towards the bridge. The one who needed medical assistance would be dead by now anyways. It wouldn't be worth the given effort to return to the patient's side.
The bulkheads leading towards the bridge had been sealed off, a red light flickering on and off, bringing Whisper's attention to the emergency alert of why exactly it wasn't opening automatically like it used to.
Atmosphere levels dropping
Life support failing
Hull breach, integrity at 63%
Foreign matter detected!
Whisper simply listened to that for a while, and sighed again. He took a moment to send out a signal to any recieving data jockeys.
"Status? Emergency procedure?"
He wandered about the area, trudging through the foam some before drawing his weapons. He held his Asura cane in one hand, and two Snapshot PDW SMGs in his other hands - one of which was a robotic servo-arm attached to his shoulder joint. Though the weapons were drawn - out of habit more than anything else - he didn't particularly expect any enemies. His robotic lense eyes scanned the environment, searching for potential escape routes, allies, or anything else of use.
Whisper was somewhat pleased that his day was no longer dull. He enjoyed a good challenge, especially if his life was on the line. It was truly invigorating. The cyborg wasn't too worried, however. His genetically enhanced body and cybernetic augmentations could withstand most things, and he would simply have to figure something out if they didn't cut it.
The sound of weapons fire off in the distance further exacerbated the cyborg's day as what Whisper presumed to be two body's belonging to the crew of the ship he was on flew from the obscured right-side of the 'T' corridor he was walking down towards; disappearing quickly off to the other side as a plume of fire and smoke suddenly burst out from where they initially came from. That would have been the end of it had it not been for someone walking out from the exact place all that smoke and fire was coming from. Her black hair was matted down, strands clinging to her cheeks and forehead, damp from the fire suppression system that seemed to shut off the minute she rounded the corner.
Nomine tossed the rifle she had taken from one of the mercenaries on-board, the grip and stock absolutely coated in blood as it bounced off the wall and fell with a loud clatter onto the metallic ship floor; leaving small spots and dashes of the red liquid everywhere it hit. She then looked up to see what appeared to be a ...something. An old man? No, too rigid and quick. Also, no old man would have been as well-armed as this one. Her eyes blinked, glowing slightly as they scanned the person in front of her. Information streamed in front of her, taking the form of diagnostics, life-signs, and a basic friend or foe prediction algorithm.
She then received a message and nodded, blinking one more time, the light glow in her silver eyes lingering for a few noticeable seconds until they faded away. Her voice was soft, though it held a certain sharpness that belied her tiny little frame.
"Mastermind Whisper Nine-Four, Nine-Four dash three-nine-two three dash four-four-one-nine?" She paused near the end, glancing off to the side, none too perturbed by the fact he was visibly armed. "Doctor Whisper?" Nomine would correct herself.
Whisper's ocular augers clicked and whirred slightly, bringing the strange woman in front of him into focus, and even taking a photo.
She made a rather fantastic impression on Whisper. He stood there motionless for a full 10 seconds or so before responding in any way. Though his staticy voice tended to be a hard monotone, there was the slightest hint of amusement laced in his words.
"I am Whisper, yes. To what do I owe the pleasure of your aquaitance this fine day?"
The fingers on his cane flexed a bit, the few rings on his finger glinting dully with the flashing of emergency lights. His two other hands quickly flicked off the safeties to the firearms their wielded. "You're rather brave, I must say. Would you happen to be alone?"
"Since one point six seconds ago, yes, I am alone. And so are you." She would look back towards the corridor she came from, then switched her attention back to her quarry, bowing her head. "My name is Nomine Asakura, I have come to you with a job offer that I am most certain you will not be disappointed in. Are you interested, Doctor Whisper?" The slight girl would say, her arms and hands steady and stock still at her sides as the foaming liquid slid off her sleek, body-hugging uniform. It held no discernable markings, it's material glossed and apparently water-proof; a body suit of some kind. She was not visibly armed, though there was the fact she had just gone through a crew of twelve in a matter of seconds. The people on the bridge were most likely dead at this point.
Whisper's auditory augmentations listened carefully seeking any sign for other life on the ship besides his and Nomine's. He didn't expect it to give him anything but a vague idea of the situation, and he quickly confirmed that he heard nothing but empty space, alarms, and frothing foam spewing around in the distance.
The Mastermind tilted his head to one side, watching 'Nomine Asakura' carefully and curiously.
"Hmmmn. It sounds like this is more of a demand than an offer. I do not believe there is any real choice to this matter." His firearms lowered slowly, prepared to snap back upwards and open fire if necessary.
"So be it. I will accept this 'offer' of yours."
"Excellent, please follow me to my ship. I assume you can breathe in space, yes?" Nomine would remark, with nary a hint of a smile or grin. It was just a statement of fact and based assumption. The girl would turn back, heading towards the way she came, through the smoke and fire. If Whisper followed, he would see remnants of his once comrades on the floor, their corpses strewn about, twisted and contorted into strange shapes. She had broken their legs first, then their arms, then their wrists. Some of their heads were caved in, leaving bloody holes in skulls, dark purple bruises on their arms as defensive wounds. Bludgeoned to death. Some had just been shot, leaving bloody smears wherever they landed or slid across.
All in all, Whisper would count nine. As he found Nomine, he would have noted her bending down, picking up what appeared to be a sleek black, visorless helmet. It proved a comfortable fit as she put it on, an audible 'hiss' coming from the neck as it connected to the suit and powered up. Without much warning, she punched the airlock and, as the internal pressure and oxygen got sucked out; the fire's cleared and the smoke was smothered. The last thing Whsiper would see of her, was her form jumping out as well.
There appeared to be a freighter of some sort waiting on the other side, its hull shaped like a giant box with wings, painted a silver-white. Again, no markings, though it was possibly deliberate. Whisper would find Nomine only just then, landing on the surface, getting up to stand as she made her way towards the airlock. As it opened, she hopped in and turned to wait for the new employee.
Whisper stared blankly at Nomine's back, following her as she made her way down the corridor from whence she came. His response to her question was a very simple "yes." The cyborg took a moment to sheathe all of his weapons, leaving himself unarmed save for the Asura can that he used to support himself somewhat as he proceeded after Nomine, admiring her carnage. He had a suspicion that she was either wearing some sort of new power armor, or was a altered in some way. His curiousity grew more at this thought. He didn't even know who or what he was working for now, and it irritated him that he had so little information.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of finding said information at the moment, and so he simply followed her on until she reached the airlock. His ocular cybernetics clicked, zooming out a bit more to watch her smash the airlock into oblivion.
If nothing else, Whisper was quite entertained by this newcomer.
He shambled forward to the airlock, trying to keep his balance and find just where exactly Nomine was jumping to. His optical sensors scanned the scene in front of him, his HUD analyzing the various environmental factors to consider before simply leaping out. Whisper sighed, a withering breathing wheeze through his respirator. He crouched and leapt out across the space, landing on the unmarked freighter's airlock. It took a small amount of effor to slide himself him, his awkward and bent form causing a small amount of problems as he twisted to fit in.
Whisper stared about the area, curiously observing his surroundings.
The interior of the ship he had just entered, currently just the airlock, sealed shut as it began venting out and normalizing the atmosphere; more so for Nomine's sake then Whisper's. She was, after all, a human being with a healthy set of lungs and blood. With a dull hiss, the inner airlock doors opened up, giving Nomine a reason to pull off her helmet again; the young woman stepping in afterwards. Once the cyborg himself stepped through, the airlock would automatically close and seal itself, finding the corridors of the new ship he just entered to be both immaculate and almost 'sterile'. Like a hospital.
A simple logo, printed in blue, overlayed in white were two letters.
'PP'
"Welcome to your new home, job, and life, Doctor." Nomine would say, having not turned her head to speak to him directly, rather she seemed to be heading off towards the cockpit; her back facing him the entire way.
The heavy grating sound of steel on steel clamoured with every shambling step Whisper took down the coridor, the powerful cybernetic leg prosthetics creating a very muted whirring noise as they moved. His ragged, labored breathing could be heard from a small distance away, while he struggled to move onwards towards his surgeon's quarters. His biological half had been acting awry today, expressing more pain that usual. Whisper was used to this by now, however, and so the only obvious result was the labored breathing. The Mastermind sighed. He'd have to find a way to filter out that filthy breathing noise coming from his respirator.
But that was not important right now. Right now, there was work to be done.
So Whisper strode on, leaning heavily onto his Asura cane for support as he clanked his way towards the preparation room.
The mundane and ordinary day Whisper seemed to be having would be swept away as the half-man, half-cyborg, part-computer felt the ship rock; lurching violently as interior fire suppression systems switched on. Coming down the corridor, like lined up dominoes being knocked over, came the unmistakable sound of fire-retardant foam bursting into action, the white spray coming closer and closer towards Whisper as the emergency systems began dousing the fires of whatever had just hit them.
He would feel the foam dampening whatever fabric and cloth he used to cover himself up, coating him in a thin layer of white, slightly soapy liquid.
The cyborg sighed heavily, simply standing still and watching the miniature tsunami wash over him. He didn't worry about breathing, his respirator had been built to enable breathing in far more intense environments than simple fire retardant foam.
Naturally, it was easy for Whisper to assume that the ship had been attacked, or perhaps damaged by some space junk that the pilot had failed to avoid. Whisper grunted with annoyance.
That pilot had all the intellect that the gods gave a carrot.
Whisper turned about in the coridor, and began to heads towards the bridge. The one who needed medical assistance would be dead by now anyways. It wouldn't be worth the given effort to return to the patient's side.
The bulkheads leading towards the bridge had been sealed off, a red light flickering on and off, bringing Whisper's attention to the emergency alert of why exactly it wasn't opening automatically like it used to.
Atmosphere levels dropping
Life support failing
Hull breach, integrity at 63%
Foreign matter detected!
Whisper simply listened to that for a while, and sighed again. He took a moment to send out a signal to any recieving data jockeys.
"Status? Emergency procedure?"
He wandered about the area, trudging through the foam some before drawing his weapons. He held his Asura cane in one hand, and two Snapshot PDW SMGs in his other hands - one of which was a robotic servo-arm attached to his shoulder joint. Though the weapons were drawn - out of habit more than anything else - he didn't particularly expect any enemies. His robotic lense eyes scanned the environment, searching for potential escape routes, allies, or anything else of use.
Whisper was somewhat pleased that his day was no longer dull. He enjoyed a good challenge, especially if his life was on the line. It was truly invigorating. The cyborg wasn't too worried, however. His genetically enhanced body and cybernetic augmentations could withstand most things, and he would simply have to figure something out if they didn't cut it.
The sound of weapons fire off in the distance further exacerbated the cyborg's day as what Whisper presumed to be two body's belonging to the crew of the ship he was on flew from the obscured right-side of the 'T' corridor he was walking down towards; disappearing quickly off to the other side as a plume of fire and smoke suddenly burst out from where they initially came from. That would have been the end of it had it not been for someone walking out from the exact place all that smoke and fire was coming from. Her black hair was matted down, strands clinging to her cheeks and forehead, damp from the fire suppression system that seemed to shut off the minute she rounded the corner.
Nomine tossed the rifle she had taken from one of the mercenaries on-board, the grip and stock absolutely coated in blood as it bounced off the wall and fell with a loud clatter onto the metallic ship floor; leaving small spots and dashes of the red liquid everywhere it hit. She then looked up to see what appeared to be a ...something. An old man? No, too rigid and quick. Also, no old man would have been as well-armed as this one. Her eyes blinked, glowing slightly as they scanned the person in front of her. Information streamed in front of her, taking the form of diagnostics, life-signs, and a basic friend or foe prediction algorithm.
She then received a message and nodded, blinking one more time, the light glow in her silver eyes lingering for a few noticeable seconds until they faded away. Her voice was soft, though it held a certain sharpness that belied her tiny little frame.
"Mastermind Whisper Nine-Four, Nine-Four dash three-nine-two three dash four-four-one-nine?" She paused near the end, glancing off to the side, none too perturbed by the fact he was visibly armed. "Doctor Whisper?" Nomine would correct herself.
Whisper's ocular augers clicked and whirred slightly, bringing the strange woman in front of him into focus, and even taking a photo.
She made a rather fantastic impression on Whisper. He stood there motionless for a full 10 seconds or so before responding in any way. Though his staticy voice tended to be a hard monotone, there was the slightest hint of amusement laced in his words.
"I am Whisper, yes. To what do I owe the pleasure of your aquaitance this fine day?"
The fingers on his cane flexed a bit, the few rings on his finger glinting dully with the flashing of emergency lights. His two other hands quickly flicked off the safeties to the firearms their wielded. "You're rather brave, I must say. Would you happen to be alone?"
"Since one point six seconds ago, yes, I am alone. And so are you." She would look back towards the corridor she came from, then switched her attention back to her quarry, bowing her head. "My name is Nomine Asakura, I have come to you with a job offer that I am most certain you will not be disappointed in. Are you interested, Doctor Whisper?" The slight girl would say, her arms and hands steady and stock still at her sides as the foaming liquid slid off her sleek, body-hugging uniform. It held no discernable markings, it's material glossed and apparently water-proof; a body suit of some kind. She was not visibly armed, though there was the fact she had just gone through a crew of twelve in a matter of seconds. The people on the bridge were most likely dead at this point.
Whisper's auditory augmentations listened carefully seeking any sign for other life on the ship besides his and Nomine's. He didn't expect it to give him anything but a vague idea of the situation, and he quickly confirmed that he heard nothing but empty space, alarms, and frothing foam spewing around in the distance.
The Mastermind tilted his head to one side, watching 'Nomine Asakura' carefully and curiously.
"Hmmmn. It sounds like this is more of a demand than an offer. I do not believe there is any real choice to this matter." His firearms lowered slowly, prepared to snap back upwards and open fire if necessary.
"So be it. I will accept this 'offer' of yours."
"Excellent, please follow me to my ship. I assume you can breathe in space, yes?" Nomine would remark, with nary a hint of a smile or grin. It was just a statement of fact and based assumption. The girl would turn back, heading towards the way she came, through the smoke and fire. If Whisper followed, he would see remnants of his once comrades on the floor, their corpses strewn about, twisted and contorted into strange shapes. She had broken their legs first, then their arms, then their wrists. Some of their heads were caved in, leaving bloody holes in skulls, dark purple bruises on their arms as defensive wounds. Bludgeoned to death. Some had just been shot, leaving bloody smears wherever they landed or slid across.
All in all, Whisper would count nine. As he found Nomine, he would have noted her bending down, picking up what appeared to be a sleek black, visorless helmet. It proved a comfortable fit as she put it on, an audible 'hiss' coming from the neck as it connected to the suit and powered up. Without much warning, she punched the airlock and, as the internal pressure and oxygen got sucked out; the fire's cleared and the smoke was smothered. The last thing Whsiper would see of her, was her form jumping out as well.
There appeared to be a freighter of some sort waiting on the other side, its hull shaped like a giant box with wings, painted a silver-white. Again, no markings, though it was possibly deliberate. Whisper would find Nomine only just then, landing on the surface, getting up to stand as she made her way towards the airlock. As it opened, she hopped in and turned to wait for the new employee.
Whisper stared blankly at Nomine's back, following her as she made her way down the corridor from whence she came. His response to her question was a very simple "yes." The cyborg took a moment to sheathe all of his weapons, leaving himself unarmed save for the Asura can that he used to support himself somewhat as he proceeded after Nomine, admiring her carnage. He had a suspicion that she was either wearing some sort of new power armor, or was a altered in some way. His curiousity grew more at this thought. He didn't even know who or what he was working for now, and it irritated him that he had so little information.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury of finding said information at the moment, and so he simply followed her on until she reached the airlock. His ocular cybernetics clicked, zooming out a bit more to watch her smash the airlock into oblivion.
If nothing else, Whisper was quite entertained by this newcomer.
He shambled forward to the airlock, trying to keep his balance and find just where exactly Nomine was jumping to. His optical sensors scanned the scene in front of him, his HUD analyzing the various environmental factors to consider before simply leaping out. Whisper sighed, a withering breathing wheeze through his respirator. He crouched and leapt out across the space, landing on the unmarked freighter's airlock. It took a small amount of effor to slide himself him, his awkward and bent form causing a small amount of problems as he twisted to fit in.
Whisper stared about the area, curiously observing his surroundings.
The interior of the ship he had just entered, currently just the airlock, sealed shut as it began venting out and normalizing the atmosphere; more so for Nomine's sake then Whisper's. She was, after all, a human being with a healthy set of lungs and blood. With a dull hiss, the inner airlock doors opened up, giving Nomine a reason to pull off her helmet again; the young woman stepping in afterwards. Once the cyborg himself stepped through, the airlock would automatically close and seal itself, finding the corridors of the new ship he just entered to be both immaculate and almost 'sterile'. Like a hospital.
A simple logo, printed in blue, overlayed in white were two letters.
'PP'
"Welcome to your new home, job, and life, Doctor." Nomine would say, having not turned her head to speak to him directly, rather she seemed to be heading off towards the cockpit; her back facing him the entire way.
