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IC: Krayzikk was quiet. Finally, he keys a few commands into his computer. "Athen, escort them down to R and D. Tell Iun we need to make use of the sample."Athen's projection nodded.

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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

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IC: SongSong rolled her eyes. "She's not dead, you imbecile. Someone pulled her mind, her soul, out before I finished taking over." She grinned, and examined he body. "I'm love the new bod. So strong, so much more.... Attractive."
-==IC: Blade==-Blade growled at that comment."Oh, I'm so glad you like your stolen body." Blade said, still being held back by the doctors, which was probably the only thing that saved River Mars Song from being sliced in half shortly after getting the new body.
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IC: Watcher:"I'll go back to being useless then," The AI said before his projection winked off. The AI still tried to clean up the mess of the city, directing people this way and that where they were needed most. Eating away in the back of the AI's mind was a simple fact... He was old. Older than what people believed an AI could exist for. Not only had he lived as both a Matoran and a Toa before becoming an AI, but all the years aboard the Techna as well... The sheer fact made the AI question something something that chilled it to the core, When did AIs die? How long have I lived? Am I near the end? The AI didn't know, he was, to his knowledge, the first successful AI ever created... And that was because his body's mind was used to create how he currently is. Dreams of self-destruction. The AI tried to ignore it the best he could, he had heard of mortals who thought themselves to death over such thoughts.

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IC: Mars was running on pure instinct now. She fought, moved, and breathed on autopilot. There were no thoughts in her head that could shake her. Nothing could be done by any earthly power to sway what she did now.A trail of blood followed the matoran. She crept through the house with a robotic determination, ready. And finally she came to a toa cooking something in the kitchen.Blacklight was ready at her side. It was held loosely, in one hand. But that didn't make it any her any less prepared for combat.Limit broken, Mars thought--Before her fingers unclenched at their highest speed possible to send the blade falling from their grasp.This would end the only way it could. The way she had foreseen, the way she had gambled it.In truth, Mars had never wanted Blacklight. The sword itself was only a means to an end. An end without those who would take it.When she chased after its call, Mars had already prepared a sort of plan based on how many people she sensed to also be going after the thing. Every plausible possibility encountered in her pursuit of the blade would lead to this end. There were two detectable people in the area after the massacre. One was herself without armor and weapons; the other was the Fe-Toa. Both were headed for Blacklight. Mars' plan was based on this information.Some third party used stealth to obtain the blade? She would convince the toa to join her in taking down that person easily-Mars looked easy prey as a matoran, and as such, something that wouldn't prove to be competition when the sword was won back (she could prove that wrong and get it first no matter who won). The toa halted and put all her energy into stopping Mars? The 'matoran' could stall her at least long enough that good people came into the area and deal with the situation. The toa kept running while trying to slow her? Mars' reflexes would kick in and allow her to outpace her foe to get the blade and use it for assured victory, after which she would adapt to the sword.And adapted she had. Her mind didn't look different to an intruder. When Blacklight had first scanned it, it saw nothing that could threaten the blade. But Mars' mind was always evolving and changing as her virus did. Her plan had been stored in the soles of her feet; during battle, it had been lost. And she had gradually reverted to instinct under its 'guidance'.Instinct is not rational. It is short-term and guided by emotion. Mars had once been infected by a primitive version of Equinox-it left her with feeling. A feeling untamed and vast, but a feeling that changed her instinct nonetheless when allowed free reign. That emotion was almost always drifting in the deepest levels of her subconscious, unseen and unheard by anything above it or in the external world.So she had done what was unexpected of a virus and let the hidden feeling take over. Feeling that spoke of a life only allowed to be lived because of the Techna Nui's crew. Feeling for Jasik, and that wishing to repay him.When that overpowering emotion swept in at long last, she dropped Blacklight at such speeds and without such precedent that it almost surely couldn't react. She screamed at it mentally. She ran away, leaping from the place.STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDAll as planned.OOC: Infection of Mars by primitive Equinox was approved by Tyler.

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IC: Lekar (Citadel) Lekar was quite disturbed. Some doctors had wheeled a Toa into Blade's room, and what followed... was strange. By the way Blade and the others talked to the Toa, and the way she responded, he could see that something was very wrong. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard the Toa say 'viruses'.... IC: Krash (Krahzia)Krash continued to walk around, poking random people and shouting, "DID YA SEE THAT? DID-YA-DID-YA-DID-YA?" Eventually, he settled down and began reloading the cannon. Grind Grind Grind Grind.....Zakaro

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IC: Blacklight / New Metru-NuiThe sword of darkness plummeted to the ground, cleaving through the rock-hard ground like butter and becoming embedded once more.It glowed with a crimson darkness as it called out once more, projecting its will across the entire city, and into the minds of all inhabitants it could reach, a sirens song to the wicked and a fear inspiring cry to the just.-Toa Levacius Zehvor :flagusa:

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OOC: Oh this ought to be interesting. =P-==IC: Kairan==-Kairan growled, as he collapsed to a knee, gripping his head."What is that...?" Kairan muttered, a slightly pained look on his face, as he felt Blacklight's call; or rather, repulsion; even as he had a feeling that he needed to destroy... whatever it was that was making the call.

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IC: The toa stayed where he was. He watched the sword out of the corner of its eye, humming as he went about work.If no one came in an hour, then he would deal with the situation himself.Some time later, the door to the CHI building was shoved open. In stepped Mars.The matoran had several gaping holes in her thorax that slightly trickled liquid. Red wetness colored her armor and clothing from the chest down. Bone of her toes was showing, as were her fingers' muscles. Her kanohi was pale and gait determined. A red smear trailed her hands and feet."What did I miss?"

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IC: [Emma] - Citadel, HospitalEmma nearly collapsed to the ground as a strange cry flooded her mind, sending a wave of fear pummelling her soul."What the Karz..." she mumbled, before looking up, glaring at the newly-arrived Song, "What is this? What is this madness?! Tell me!"-Void

 
 
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OOC: I would like to thank Spawn, A.K.A. Tyler, for taking the reins during this incarnation of Techna, and all the other staff members for their help. If a sequel should someday appear in a BZPower RPG contest, I will take a more active hand in running the RPG; anything less from me and I will not enter.To all others who participated: Thank you.* * *IC: EidosTime: ~1030New Metru Nui, inside Citadel* * *I was lucky to find an empty room.I have sat in the dark for about forty-seven minutes now, meditating on my situation: alone in enemy territory, off my allies' radar, no methods of secure communication, my only weapons the rifle on my back and my mind.And the voices. I cannot forget the voices.They whisper now amongst themselves, wondering at my lack of activity. Am I planning something? No, I think, and my response sets alight a new wave of conversation. The metal floor is uncomfortable, but it is nevertheless solid enough for me to lay my head upon it and shut my eyes.I am not sleeping. I am listening. Resting only comes as a side-effect.Toa Torch?I do not open my eyes. The voice is right -- I can hear Torch's footsteps and feel his presence passing the door -- but his mind is elsewhere. A word, Desdemona, floats atop his consciousness; another, Gust, joins it in a delicate dance of ideas and counterarguments. His confusion is pleasing; I feed upon it, drawing strength from the uncertainly of my enemy.Through a film of visuals, I see the hallway outside through Torch's mind. He frowns and shakes his head. A new bout of depression threatens to overcome his thoughts; switching his focus to business (though Desdemona and Gust still move as one in his subconscious mind), he quickens his pace.I draw away from the contact.He is vulnerable, says a voice.I am aware of that, I respond.So why do you not move now?In due time.That is your excuse to everything, another voice cuts into the discussion.Because it is a righteous excuse, one I will stand by. Killing Torch will do nothing but anger the hornets' nest. No, my work needs be subtle. The web I knit requires time and patience to construct.The voices acquiesce; the background chattering of my mind fades to white. I am alone in the silence.Some beings would find such utter starkness of sight and sound disturbing; my soul, however, is soothed by the absence of outside stimuli. My plans, for once, rest upon only my shoulders.Only two paths now lay before me:Death.And success.

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IC: Lekar (Citadel) The Toa suddenly stood up. He had realized that, possibly, that life in New Metru Nui was just getting boring. Or, more so, it repeated itself. Quickly writing a note to any who would want to know where he had gone, he left the Citadel. After buying food and water to last him a week or two, he pulled out his hoverboard and left the city. After all, who knows what's out there? IC: Krash (Krahzia)The insane Matoran giggled. He had gotten a grand idea. Having left half his explosives in the center of Krahzia, he was currently exiting, holding the end of a fuse. He lit the fuse, and walked away from the Hacker city. Behind him, the fuse brunt its way to the pile of bombs. And even as the ground shook with the force, the crazy Matoran's smile never left his face. OOC: I'm leaving to go to camp, and so will not see the end of this RPG. :( But, it's been fun. See ya!Zakaro

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IC - Ryjak - Cell 313"I know you're wondering why I called you all here today."He said this to his audience of one, Commander Airu.The once-great Hacker leader was now in a cell with eighteen sunlamps. His powers were practically useless. They had been practically drained upon entering. Of course, power could be recharged..."Well, I'll tell you. It's about something I was planning before the attacks started. Something unimaginable. Something that takes place both eight million years in the future, and in four minutes and thirty-nine seconds."

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"It comes with the job," Halfimus explained, "I'm not paid enough to give anything outside quick flavour descriptions."

So pay me more AuRon.

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IC - Ryjak - Cell 313Ryjak didn't laugh back. He just sat there, examining the Toa's facial features until he, too, grew stoic."Tell you what. Tell the world one last thing from Ryjak: I'm sorry. Sorry that so many died, sorry that I caused it, a most of all. Sorry I could never get us back. Leave the tower to the Banes, will ya?"With that, he fell back in his chair, in what could've been interpreted as suicide......had he not dissapeared into a black, swirling portal. A note was left for Airu.Though I'll never see you again, have this sentiment:I'll lay flowers at your grave.

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"It comes with the job," Halfimus explained, "I'm not paid enough to give anything outside quick flavour descriptions."

So pay me more AuRon.

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