A Viper's Nest (IC Closed FT)

[Asuaw]

Agent Felices sat in the security center of the Xeliz headquarters on Xilitia. She casually glanced at the monitors from time to time while she reviewed information on a handheld datacorder. The High Lord was scheduled for his annual visit and subsequent update on all that was going on with their operations. The trip had almost been cancelled when the security leak had occured, but since it had been silenced so quickly it was unlikely the sensitive material had made it anywhere. Besides, with what was coming, it was imperative that this meeting happen.
A buzzing interrupted her preparations. She looked up to see the supply ship had made it. She entered the appropriate security codes and the main doors on the surface opened, allowing the ship to land. No contact with the pilot was to be made. The cargo bay would open, and the Hunters would unload and distribute the supplies. Then the ship would leave, allowing for one last security sweep before the High Lord and his bodyguards arrived.
She glanced for good measure at the prison level. All was quiet, no surprise there. The prisoners hung suspended in the glowing green liquid in their containers, unconcious and unable to move. She finally looked through the rest of the base. Hunters patrolled in their chitonous black armor, in squads of five. 20 more Hunters waited for the cargo ship to complete its landing, so as to unload it.
She saw that Agent Zamoran was practicing in his room, slicing through the air with his cortosis sword in an elegant lethal dance. She also saw, to her mild disgust, that Agent Gelaj was also in his room, but viewing some comedy feature on the GalactaNet. Her disgust with Gelaj was only superficial. she knew that beneath his cocky exterior and boyish looks was a deadly killer with no qualms about completing his mission in whatever way he needed to.
It was then her reverie was interuppted. The screens on the lowest two levels flickered and went out. Felices cursed silently. Xilitia was home to some very interesting and dangerous creatures, but despite their best efforts, the fauna would adapt and get past their defenses. The unfortunate animal to have done so was probably fried or poisoned. She checked in with the Hunters, but they reported no power failures. It was likely nothing else had happened, and the base would regenerate itself.
What she didnt know was that the power-loss the cameras had also caused a power surge that disrupted the alarms in the prison level and caused a few of the prison tanks to burst, causing the prisoners to regain conciousness.

[F799]

Slowly waking up, lying naked in a puddle of bright green liquid and glasslike shards, Nalan Ka, gingerly picked herself up off the floor. Her thin muscular body with oddly elongated arms, legs, and neck was bruised but otherwise not damaged, as far as she could tell. Her dark grey skin shed droplets of blood from where it had become cut on the glass, and her icy blue eyes flicked about taking in the scenerio at hand. Standing an impressive 8 feet tall, despite her oddly proportioned body, she was able to easily scan the area, noting other broken containers where prisoners were beginning to awake from their groggy induced coma. Perhaps because she had only recently been captured, albeit in a distant and currently nknown system by what only could have been specially trained force nullifying Xeliz agents, she was less effected than those who had been here longer.

Nalan Ka had fought viciously against her attackers, but had been unsuccessful as her position on a fairly lifeless world fighting off agents devoid of the Force had left her unprepared for the surprise attack as she hunted a being her gods had commanded her to find and destroy. That mission would have to wait for now; for now she had to concentrate on retrieving her ceremonial hunting gear and getting out of the base.

She did not see her equipment in the room with her and the other prisoners. Most likely it had been inventoried somewhere; but she could not have herself walking around stark naked, even as an alien she had standards of decency, and in the tradtions of The Huntsmen, all tribal members remained covered, at all times when not in their ceremonially dedicated homes, or in the cases of devastating medical emergencies-but only the most dire.

Seeing a nearby sheet covering a table, with knives, needles and other equipment, Nalan Ka quickly removed the sheet, leaving the equipment unmoved on the table. Fastening the cloth into a sort of toga-esque robe, she decided that would have to do for the time being, until she could find her ceremonial garments. Picking up a few different blades on the table she cautiously stuck the sharp weapons into the folds of her makeshift robe.

Then quickly with silent cat-like movements, Nalan Ka made her way to the door, pausing once to look back at her fellow escapees, who were just starting to come out of their daze, she knew she would be better off right now trying to make contact withsomeone from outside, who might be able to rescue her, than stick around with who knows what other types of beings that had the unfortunate happening of being captured; but before any of that she had to find her clothes!

Seeing no closets in the room, and none of her possessions, Nalan Ka set off down an adjacent hallway, the first room she came to, she cautiously slipped inside, seeing two beings in lablike coats talking over some odd biological creation. Silently she flicked into the room like a shadow, the biological nature of the entire factory lending itself powerfully to her stealthlike and hunting capabilities, rendering her next to invisible to sensors and scanners, and a mere shadow in the night to those that might look at her. Hiding in the shadows Nalan Ka waited to hear what the scientist were discussing, perhaps a clue to the location of her belongings; if need be she would take action against them and recover her belongings that way.

[Weltmachtistan]

Darkness... That was the first thought that crossed Ian's mind, when his eyes shot open. He wondered where he was... Or how he had gotten here. He looked around, scared and frightened. He looked at the floor, it was covered with an odd liquid and glass was everywhere. There were tanks with more people, all around him. Was he oe of them? Several of the tanks were broken... He would have to watch his back...

He attemted to use both hands to get up. Yet, one hand was a blade!? It was attached to his arm and looked like bone, but, why? Where was his home? Was he born here? He only remembered being a child, in a metal place, maybe this wasd it... (No, it wasn't) He would have to explore... He realized, his body was completely exposed! He instinctiveley covered a certain area, then laughed at the outlandish idiocy of his instincts.

That was when he realized something on his leg, it read "Project X 47" This brought back a sudden flow of memory. He suddenly said "Special Agent Ian Dolyeski, Project X, ready for duty!" His mind was flowing with new memories. He was sent here for a reason! And he would accomplish that mission, even if it meant death...

[Asuaw]

OOC: sorry, i should have explained a few things. Yes, all of your guys equipment is on the prison level, in a locked room not to far from the main prison hall. It will of course require a DNA scan to open, but it is not reinforced and could be broken down.

IC: The two lab-coated beings Nalan-Ra was watching were two of the scientists stationed at the base. The thing they were talking about was actually the Huntsmen watching them.
"She seems to be able to manipulate the force, despite being devoid of it. At least, thats the impression I got from the footage and reports we were sent."
"I cant wait to begin tests. Perhaps this strange ability can be used to explain and cure our own people's lack of force-sensitive individuals."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but they wont let us move her or perform tests until after the High Lord has come and gone." He scoffed. "As if anything could get through the security forces in this base or the Hunters on patrol. Paranoid Xeliz agents"
The other scientist dashed forward and cupped his hand over the others mouth. "Are you crazy?!?!?," he whispered. "That Felices is on monitor duty. She hears you and she could decide to 'punish' you"
The scientists both shuddered at the thought. They were quite familiar with the methods that the Xeliz agents used to ensure obedience and confidentiality in their work. The scientists working at this facility had developed all of them. And they both knew Felices had no respect for anyone but Xeliz agents and the High Lord himself. She wouldn't hesitate to use their own methods on them.

[The Gank Federation]

the cargo ship slowly landed and doors were opened. Inside one of the large boxes held Sylux, though it said on the top it held supplys for research. Sylux knew that the box he was in was for dissecting supplys. Sylux inside was cramped, but he felt no pain. He was a super Drej soldier, a combination of an energy body, and a metal one. Like every Drej soldier, Sylux could link up the other Drej at any moment. But, Sylux knew other things that a normal Drej did not. Sylux listened to what was happening outside. being Drej, sound was was like a sonar. If something made a noise, Sylux could hear it, and use the noise to see around him. Very useful in this case. He could tell one Xeliz agent or something similar was looking at what read on his box, and the one that contained his drones. The drones were meant to go to security supply room, like it contained guns of somesort. It did originally contain that, but the Driver had made a 'pit' stop where Sylux got on and 'removed' some of the things. Slylux might have smiled then when he thought about it, but he could tell he was being moved. He was in the base. Now he was to find what secrets the Asuawn government were hiding from the Drej.

[F799]

Nalan Ka was quite interested in what the scientists were whispering about. She was surprised, and a bit angered when she found out they were talking about her as if she were no more than a beast of burden. When the one scientist moved to silent his compatriot, she struck. Moving with lethal and blurring speed she sprang forward one foot out, striking the scientist who was silencing his comrade squarely in the side of the head.

Landing gracefully, she whirled about again, foot extended, delivering a second blow to the same scientist, in an effort to ensure that he went down unconscious. Then turning to the other scientist she drew a razor sharp blade from the folds of her robe.

Without a word she held the blade to the scientist's throat. . . waiting to see what he would say or do, confident that she could eliminate him with a flick of her wrist, and knowing she could not be detected by any survelliance equipment.

[Asuaw]

I think Im going to let this post drop. I waited too long to start and most of the people who signed up left. Sorry

[The Corparation]

Damn, as soon as I get time to post its closed.