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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1883481" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Brazilia Medical Facility</strong></span></span></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">October 14, 2120</span></span></strong></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Metal Mistress</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">You wake up to find yourself in a hospital bed. The room you lay in is a comfortable one, and the TV is playing an interview by one Ina Sosa showing in great detail many of the events you just went through. There is a new uniform with EPIC emblazoned on it lyaing across a chair past the foot of your bed, though you are wearing a comfortable medical gown without a breezy backside. As you wake up, you are pleasantly surprised that other than a minor complete body ache, you appear mostly unscathed.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Thunder stands with his back to you, watching the television reports and flipping through channels to see other video feeds of the incidents of the past few days and appears unaware that you are awake. Tara sleeps in a recliner nearby.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Speed Demon</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">You come and don't quite recognize the ceiling. The smell, however, you recognize. Once more, you are laying in a hospital bed. A large TV is on playing video and commentary on the events of yesterday, and sunlight is streaming through the window on your left. Your head is throbbing as you sit up, hearing a litle jingle above you. Looking up, you see a pair of oversized corks imbedded into your horn tips, a string of bells between them. A "Do Not Disturb! Will Eat You!" sign is dangling from the string of bells.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">A grey haired businessman sits at the table in the room, reading the paper and turns to you as you sit up and jingle. It's your father, and he seems quite happy you are awake.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"The doctor said you would recover soon," he says, dropping his paper and coming over to your bed. He looks you over with a researcher's eye. "Those are new, those are new, that's <em>definitely</em> new," he says, looking at your horns, wings and tail in order. "Your eyes seem far more normal than last time I saw you. How is your vision?"</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">While he is focused on you, you notice it doesn't look like he's been getting much sleep. His hair isn't exactly perfect as it usually is, and his eyes have big bags under them.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Neutron</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Unlike the others, you were quite conscious when they brought you in. While Rebound has long since gone to bed, exhausted from his growth power, and Loki is getting checked over and detoxified, most of the night for you has been spent speaking with members of ISA as they gather evidence against Rao Telda and his co-conspiritors. Thankfully, early in the process, Empath, Sanchez and Thunder arrive, with Empath sitting with you, Cosmo and Straightjacket to help with your statements. Finally, as dawn breaks, the police have all the information they need. Cosmo and Straightjacket head off to get some sleep, but for some reason Empath seems most interested in keeping you occupied with questions and such.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">After a while, you start to get really irritated at being cooped up for so long, not to mention curious as to why you haven't yet been attacked by Monica. Which is about when you realize she wasn't at SAP Headquarters with the rest of EPIC.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Johan</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">You are sitting in a Brazilia Medical laboratory with an old doctor, Sanchez, who arrived with Thunder and Empath some time ago, and your other self. Some while back, your other self managed to disperse the rest of the duplicates. The two of you have been the guinea pigs in several tests, trying to figure out what is going on.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Well," Sanchez says. "Same DNA strands, for the most part. I mean, slight differences here and there from a seperation of powers I'm betting."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"But that doesn't explain <em>this</em>," the doctor says, pointing at a screen facing away from you.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Doesn't explain what!?" exclaims your other self, strapped currently to a table much like you are.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Your curiosity causes you to glance over and you experience a momentary shift in your vision. Little white lights zip by you as you seem to momentarily go down some sort of black tunnel with sparkling lights, then you find yourself examining the same data the doctor is. Apparently, you are generating a minor electromagnetic field, where your other self is not. And the heatsink in this computer is in major need of replacement. You aren't quite sure how a hospital this advanced could have a computer with such low memory. And that is a horrible security hole in the network.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">With another shift of vision, you find yourself looking across the room again.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">It'll all become clear soon... maybe. Muahaha.</span></span></em></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>October 26, 2120</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>Dover, England</strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff"><strong>Dover Medical Facility</strong></span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">X12</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">It takes you a matter of moments to heal the injuries of Kodiak and Trailblazer, the former quickly making his way outside the hospital and back to the jet to "prepare for our return trip." For some odd reason, you don't buy that for a moment. Someone here seems to have heard of you. The hospital administrator is coming towards you with one of the hospital doctors.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Oh boy, here they come partner. This is probably our cue to mosey off with furball," Trailblazer says as they approach.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"We have several patients who could desperately use your healing touch," the administrator says without even so much as an introduction.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Now, lady," Trailblazer says. "I reckon that you can do just as much for folks as X can, and you don't end up hurt as a result."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"And I don't believe I was speaking to you," she says sternly. The administrator cuts a matronly figure. She is in her 50's with grey hair pulled tightly back and agressive wire rimmed glasses, giving her a stern look to go with her waspish voice. "Now come along," she says, reaching for your arm to drag you off.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">You also see Empath talking to Raisa in the lobby, a rather headed discussion at that, though their voices are at least subdued.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Jay</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Titan talks with you and your father for a good long while. After hearing of your military training, he doesn't take long to agree to you joining the school.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"I'll talk with the European Council about getting you released to EPIC service. With the threat of Anarchy looming over your head, I doubt there will be much opposition to you coming stateside, amigo," he says. "I am more concerened with you, Lord York, and your safety. Anarchy is not to be trifled with."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"I realize the danger, thank you, Titan," your father says. "But with the entirety of my resources at my personal disposal, I assure you I shall be quite safe. I am also given opportunity to test my devices in the field. I am sure Ms. Sanchez shall find studying them most interesting," he says with a bit of a frown. "But honing them shall give my son an advantage, so I suppose that cannot be helped."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"What devices, hmm?" Titan asks.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">The cases are opened as Kodiak comes back on the plane. Inside are several items, and both cases seem to contain the same items. He pulls out a rather amazing looking assault rifle. Unlike a sniper rifle, it is relatively short, only about 3 feet in length.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"The YX assault unit," Lord York explains. Titan doesn't look too pleased. "Do not worry, Titan. I have no intention of giving my son a lethal weapon. The discharge is light based, delivering a charge of energy to overwhelm the synapses of a target. It can blind a foe, or exhaust them as well, can penetrate most armor thanks to the beam being compsed of light, and has both single and autofire capability."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">Setting the gun back in the case, he pulls out an armband Jay has already seen. "The YX stimpjack injector. It delivers a charge of medical nanobots to repair danage to tissues and organs. This is specificaly DNA geared to Jeremy, so it won't work on anyone else, but can be activated by a thought or when a sensor in the band indicates he is in need of aid. It needs to be recharged often, however, a flaw we are working on remedying."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"I'm sure X12 will appreciate that particular device," Titan says.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"This belt," he says, pulling a thick metalic belt from the case, "is a prototype we call the YX deflection field. The field will automatically attempt to deflect any incoming physical or energy attack from the wearer. The field is invisible, but," he says with a meaninful look at Jeremy, "it will degrade with use until it is recharged, so do not think it makes you invulnerable.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Finally, this helmet is something I am tweaking for military use here in Europe," he says, drawing out a lightweight helmet with ocular sensors. "This helmet grants the wearer the ability to see in the dark, detect most invisible foes, as well as having a self contained radio broadcast and reception system that is very difficult to jam.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"I plan on making some other alterations to other devices, but I think this should, coupled with Jeremy's ability to boost his physical abilities, keep him quite safe," Lord York says, resealing the case.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Keeping Sanchez from tearing those apart will take nothing short of a miracle," Titan jokes. "I'm sure Kodiak can handle it."</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"I believe, comrade, that the proper response to that would be 'go to hell,' " Kodiak rumbles.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="color: #d4d4ff">"Well, with that pretty much settled, do you have any questions about the EPIC facility? Because it is not simply a training ground; it is also a school. One you'll be joining mid-semester I might add," Titan says to Jeremy.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1883481, member: 13737"] [color=#d4d4ff][font=Times New Roman][b]Brazilia Medical Facility[/b][/font][/color] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]October 14, 2120[/color][/font][/b] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Metal Mistress[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]You wake up to find yourself in a hospital bed. The room you lay in is a comfortable one, and the TV is playing an interview by one Ina Sosa showing in great detail many of the events you just went through. There is a new uniform with EPIC emblazoned on it lyaing across a chair past the foot of your bed, though you are wearing a comfortable medical gown without a breezy backside. As you wake up, you are pleasantly surprised that other than a minor complete body ache, you appear mostly unscathed.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Thunder stands with his back to you, watching the television reports and flipping through channels to see other video feeds of the incidents of the past few days and appears unaware that you are awake. Tara sleeps in a recliner nearby.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Speed Demon[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]You come and don't quite recognize the ceiling. The smell, however, you recognize. Once more, you are laying in a hospital bed. A large TV is on playing video and commentary on the events of yesterday, and sunlight is streaming through the window on your left. Your head is throbbing as you sit up, hearing a litle jingle above you. Looking up, you see a pair of oversized corks imbedded into your horn tips, a string of bells between them. A "Do Not Disturb! Will Eat You!" sign is dangling from the string of bells.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]A grey haired businessman sits at the table in the room, reading the paper and turns to you as you sit up and jingle. It's your father, and he seems quite happy you are awake.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"The doctor said you would recover soon," he says, dropping his paper and coming over to your bed. He looks you over with a researcher's eye. "Those are new, those are new, that's [i]definitely[/i] new," he says, looking at your horns, wings and tail in order. "Your eyes seem far more normal than last time I saw you. How is your vision?"[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]While he is focused on you, you notice it doesn't look like he's been getting much sleep. His hair isn't exactly perfect as it usually is, and his eyes have big bags under them.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Neutron[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Unlike the others, you were quite conscious when they brought you in. While Rebound has long since gone to bed, exhausted from his growth power, and Loki is getting checked over and detoxified, most of the night for you has been spent speaking with members of ISA as they gather evidence against Rao Telda and his co-conspiritors. Thankfully, early in the process, Empath, Sanchez and Thunder arrive, with Empath sitting with you, Cosmo and Straightjacket to help with your statements. Finally, as dawn breaks, the police have all the information they need. Cosmo and Straightjacket head off to get some sleep, but for some reason Empath seems most interested in keeping you occupied with questions and such.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]After a while, you start to get really irritated at being cooped up for so long, not to mention curious as to why you haven't yet been attacked by Monica. Which is about when you realize she wasn't at SAP Headquarters with the rest of EPIC.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Johan[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]You are sitting in a Brazilia Medical laboratory with an old doctor, Sanchez, who arrived with Thunder and Empath some time ago, and your other self. Some while back, your other self managed to disperse the rest of the duplicates. The two of you have been the guinea pigs in several tests, trying to figure out what is going on.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Well," Sanchez says. "Same DNA strands, for the most part. I mean, slight differences here and there from a seperation of powers I'm betting."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"But that doesn't explain [i]this[/i]," the doctor says, pointing at a screen facing away from you.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Doesn't explain what!?" exclaims your other self, strapped currently to a table much like you are.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Your curiosity causes you to glance over and you experience a momentary shift in your vision. Little white lights zip by you as you seem to momentarily go down some sort of black tunnel with sparkling lights, then you find yourself examining the same data the doctor is. Apparently, you are generating a minor electromagnetic field, where your other self is not. And the heatsink in this computer is in major need of replacement. You aren't quite sure how a hospital this advanced could have a computer with such low memory. And that is a horrible security hole in the network.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]With another shift of vision, you find yourself looking across the room again.[/color][/font] [i][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]It'll all become clear soon... maybe. Muahaha.[/color][/font][/i] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][b]October 26, 2120 Dover, England[/b][/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff][b]Dover Medical Facility[/b][/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]X12[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]It takes you a matter of moments to heal the injuries of Kodiak and Trailblazer, the former quickly making his way outside the hospital and back to the jet to "prepare for our return trip." For some odd reason, you don't buy that for a moment. Someone here seems to have heard of you. The hospital administrator is coming towards you with one of the hospital doctors.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Oh boy, here they come partner. This is probably our cue to mosey off with furball," Trailblazer says as they approach.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"We have several patients who could desperately use your healing touch," the administrator says without even so much as an introduction.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Now, lady," Trailblazer says. "I reckon that you can do just as much for folks as X can, and you don't end up hurt as a result."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"And I don't believe I was speaking to you," she says sternly. The administrator cuts a matronly figure. She is in her 50's with grey hair pulled tightly back and agressive wire rimmed glasses, giving her a stern look to go with her waspish voice. "Now come along," she says, reaching for your arm to drag you off.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]You also see Empath talking to Raisa in the lobby, a rather headed discussion at that, though their voices are at least subdued.[/color][/font] [b][font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Jay[/color][/font][/b] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Titan talks with you and your father for a good long while. After hearing of your military training, he doesn't take long to agree to you joining the school.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"I'll talk with the European Council about getting you released to EPIC service. With the threat of Anarchy looming over your head, I doubt there will be much opposition to you coming stateside, amigo," he says. "I am more concerened with you, Lord York, and your safety. Anarchy is not to be trifled with."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"I realize the danger, thank you, Titan," your father says. "But with the entirety of my resources at my personal disposal, I assure you I shall be quite safe. I am also given opportunity to test my devices in the field. I am sure Ms. Sanchez shall find studying them most interesting," he says with a bit of a frown. "But honing them shall give my son an advantage, so I suppose that cannot be helped."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"What devices, hmm?" Titan asks.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]The cases are opened as Kodiak comes back on the plane. Inside are several items, and both cases seem to contain the same items. He pulls out a rather amazing looking assault rifle. Unlike a sniper rifle, it is relatively short, only about 3 feet in length.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"The YX assault unit," Lord York explains. Titan doesn't look too pleased. "Do not worry, Titan. I have no intention of giving my son a lethal weapon. The discharge is light based, delivering a charge of energy to overwhelm the synapses of a target. It can blind a foe, or exhaust them as well, can penetrate most armor thanks to the beam being compsed of light, and has both single and autofire capability."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]Setting the gun back in the case, he pulls out an armband Jay has already seen. "The YX stimpjack injector. It delivers a charge of medical nanobots to repair danage to tissues and organs. This is specificaly DNA geared to Jeremy, so it won't work on anyone else, but can be activated by a thought or when a sensor in the band indicates he is in need of aid. It needs to be recharged often, however, a flaw we are working on remedying."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"I'm sure X12 will appreciate that particular device," Titan says.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"This belt," he says, pulling a thick metalic belt from the case, "is a prototype we call the YX deflection field. The field will automatically attempt to deflect any incoming physical or energy attack from the wearer. The field is invisible, but," he says with a meaninful look at Jeremy, "it will degrade with use until it is recharged, so do not think it makes you invulnerable.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Finally, this helmet is something I am tweaking for military use here in Europe," he says, drawing out a lightweight helmet with ocular sensors. "This helmet grants the wearer the ability to see in the dark, detect most invisible foes, as well as having a self contained radio broadcast and reception system that is very difficult to jam.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"I plan on making some other alterations to other devices, but I think this should, coupled with Jeremy's ability to boost his physical abilities, keep him quite safe," Lord York says, resealing the case.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Keeping Sanchez from tearing those apart will take nothing short of a miracle," Titan jokes. "I'm sure Kodiak can handle it."[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"I believe, comrade, that the proper response to that would be 'go to hell,' " Kodiak rumbles.[/color][/font] [font=Times New Roman][color=#d4d4ff]"Well, with that pretty much settled, do you have any questions about the EPIC facility? Because it is not simply a training ground; it is also a school. One you'll be joining mid-semester I might add," Titan says to Jeremy.[/color][/font] [/QUOTE]
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