Project Blades: Personnel Reports

[dark seraph]

Blades, 01 

Kings Row

 

The girl fled along the alley way, she had no idea where she was one minute she was walking home, the next she was on a lab table in some sort of armor with some guys shooting at her and she was now being chased by….. something, every now and again she’d see a pair of red eyes glaring from the darkness, as she stumbled around the corner, she spotted a dumpster, with out pausing she leaped in.

Carful she crawled into the corner of the dumpster and curled into a ball. Slowly she removed her helmet to wipe the tears from her eyes, she waited for what seemed like an eternity before poking her head out, right into the path of an oncoming boot.

 

***

 

Dib looked at the Crey representative, a miss Lana Natllen, she seamed less than impressed by their location, a ratty old warehouse in the Hollows, but he didn’t really have the time to arrange anything better at such short notice. He received a call form MiMi a couple of minutes ago to say that she was successful in her mission. He watched as the rep strode back and forward, like some caged animal, A small read out in his glasses showed that she had a large amount of cyber gear, meaning she was either a infiltration model, or he was getting his first look at one of Crey’s Scimitar units.

She turned to Dib. “Look, mister Membrain, my employers do not enjoy having their time wasted-” she was cut off as a figure dropped from the roof. The lights shined off it’s dull metallic armor, the faceplate bare except for two red optics. A armored figure was slung across her back

Dib spread his arms “just in time, Miss Natllen, allow me to introduce MiMi”

MiMi dumped the figure at Lana’s feet

“As you can see” Dib continued “MiMi has succeeded on the… errand I sent her on.” He held up a hand “and before you ask, yes, I sent MiMi to… acquire a rouge scimitar unit, which it appears she has.”

Lana knelt down next to the unit and pulled a device from her pocket and ran it over the prone figures neck.

“Interesting” Lana exclaimed as she examined the readout.

“What is it?” dib asked.

“This is a rouge unit, but according to this, there was a security breach ten seconds before it went rouge.”

“I did that” MiMi sid.Lana and Dib turned to her, they had almost forgotten she was their, she was that quite.

“Explain” Lana braked at her

“Of course” MiMi replied in a calm tone. “My master told me to capture a rouge unit, instead of waiting for the off chance that one of your unit’s went rouge, I tracked down one of your labs, and activated the unit before triggering the alarm, then I waited till she was several block away before hunting her down and bringing her here.”

Lana glared at Dib. “I could have you killed for half of what your droid did.” She hissed.

“But you won’t” dib replied calmly

“What makes you say that?”

“Simple, I believe your employer will be quite interested in my units, my prototype was able to infiltrate your facility, she activated, let lose and captured one of your units and finally brought it here without alerting a single hero…. Now, if my prototype, built on a shoe string budget, could do that, imagine what I could do if I had Crey backing me?”

Lana glared at Dib for several seconds before speaking.

“I will have to contact my employers, if we chose to back you, you will hear back from us.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I doubt you’d be in a position to care about that, good day mister Membrain.”

“May I keep the rouge unit then?” Dib asked

Lana stoped, turning back to Dib. “Why should I hand over such an expensive unit?”

“How about I give you forty five percent of my research, as a trade, I believe your employers would find it a worthy trade” Dib handed over a data drive.

Lana paused to think about it, on the one hand, she would probably get torn a new one for handing over a Scimitar, but on the other, she lacked the equipment to transport the unit and if what Dib had said about his A.I. research was true….

“You may keep her. In her current stat I doubt she’d be good for anything.”

Dib gave Lana a grin that chilled her blood.

“We shall see, good day ma’am.” Dib motioned to MiMi to pick up the girl and leave.

After they had left Lana took you her phone and punched in a number. “Yes sir, I made contact, yes sir, no sir, the unit….. it was destroyed, no sir, yes sir.” With the conversation finished she hung up, smiling to herself she held up the data drive, what the bosses didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

 

***

 

One week later

 

Dib smiled as Lana entered the lab, he couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that Crey had made her the liaison between him and the mysterious “chairman”. She obviously hated him, but that was a trivial thing.

“Hello Lana.” He smirked as her lip twitched slightly in disgust.

“What is it you want too see me about Dib?” she barked

“Oh I was just wondering if you would like to see the work I did on the Scimitar you left me.”

“It’s finished?”

Dib nodded and led Lana down to a training room where two women were sparing, one Dib cleared his throat. “Girls, we have a visitor.”

The two stoped and turned to face them, this was Lana’s frits look of them with out their armor, they both stood in simple fatigues, one was rather plain looking, a face that could easily be lost in a crowd, the only feature that stood out was her dark red hair and a slightly clunky cybernetic right arm. The other woman was more impressive, well toned with a mane of orange hair, but what made her stand out was the almost predatory look on her face.

Dib indicated to one then the other. “Miss Lana, allow me to introduce unit zero and one, or as I call them MiMi and Teyla.”

Lana turned to Dib. “You named them?”

“Yes, I found the A.I. respond much better when treated like people.”

“And they are loyal?”

Dib flashed Lana a smile devoid of warmth. “Allow me to show you, Teyla, break your right index finger.”

The orange haired woman stepped forward. “But Sir, if I do that my combat efficacy will be severely dropped.” She replied

“Don’t worry, MiMi will take you to the medbay afterwards.” Dib replied

Teyla nodded and grabbed her finger, with a swift twist and a horrid crack she snapped the digit.

Lana looked on in slight disgust. Dib turned to her and flashed that same inhuman smile. “Is that loyal enough for you?” he asked

“Yes I believe it is, when shall you have the next unit ready?”

“Oh, in a week or so, depending on how long the neural download and editing takes.”

Lana nodded. “I shall see you then, Dr Membrain.” With that she nodded and left.

Dib motioned for MiMi to take Teyla down to the medbay before heading to his lab, after a while MiMi returned to find Dib checking the holding cells.

“Why did you lie to her?” MiMi asked.

Dib slowly turned. “And what did I lie about MiMi?” his replied icily

“You told her that Teyla was unit one, but she is unit four, why?”

“It is something we humans call keeping an “ace in the hole”. And before you ask what that means it’s simple, one day Crey will no longer find me useful and on that day I plan to use whatever’s at my disposal to save myself, so having a few units off the roster will help.”

MiMi nodded. “I understand sir”

“Good, now I need you to collect more samples, here’s a list”

MiMi took the file Dib handed over and left.

Turning dib continued down the corridor to a heavily armoured door.

“Ahh, dear Gaz” he spoke to it “If only you could see how it’s all coming together, at the rate I’m going, we should be able to return home within months… and then I can show them all, I was right.”

On the other side of the door, a figure stirred slightly the chains that pined her to the ground ratted as she turned to the door.

“unfortunately, I’m not sure if you would be able to help me anymore, but don’t worry, the unit I made using your mind is more than willing to help me. Good day Gaz.” Dib turned and left, smiling at the scream of incoherent rage echoed from the cell behind him.

[Sweno]

ok, that's a very creepy take on Dib.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy

[dark seraph]

thank you

also sorry about the Typos... it was late when i handed it to my Editor

[dark seraph]

wrote this about a hour after reading OM's snipet... enjoy

***

Dib sat at his desk, every now and again his gaze would return to the disc, the "friendly" warning
as Madigan had put it. He knew it would of happened sooner or later, but for now he had more pressing matter to deal with. He looked up as MiMi entered the
room, he knew that she was probably the one that gave away his contingency plans, he could punisher her, but it was his fault, his old arrogance rearing
it's ugly head. He'd have to take care of that.

MiMi bowed slightly. "You summoned me sir?"

"Yes, it seam that I have been put in a bit of a predicament, I have been given the task of
"acquiring" one of the more well know Sabres, the problem is, that if I succeed, it will bring the wrath of our rivals." He carefully tapped the
disc on the desk.

"Our rivals sir?"

"Yes, it appears that we are competing against project Scimitar, if Project Damocles Blade is too
successful, we shall have… complications, but if we fail, then Crey will probably have us erased."

"So what shall we do sir?"

"Well MiMi, it's simple, we walk the line."

"But what about the mission we've been assigned?"

"As for that MiMi." dib rose from his chair "I believe I'll send unit one and three, they
seam to compliment one and another's abilities quiet well."

"And their target?"

"One of the Sabres in particular has caught my attention, unit Panzer, but they are only to observe, no
contact is to be made. but before I send them off, have all Blades fitted out with the best mind shields we can get, the last thing I need is some random
psychic rummaging around their heads."

"Yes sir." MiMi bowed and left.

Dib returned to his seat, his mind clicking over what to do next, their was only so long he could stall before
Jenkins demanded results, but if he did bring in this Panzer Sabre, Madigan would probably make the remainder of his short life very painful. Sighing he pulled
a palm top computer from his pocket and brought up a folder.

Carful he entered the encryption key open a file simply marked "eternal" reading through the
contents he grimaced slightly, it looked like he had to move that up to fit with his new time table, which meant he need to do more research into why Gaz was
the only one to survive the personality upload…. Well the only one to still be mentally stable afterwards.

[dark seraph]

while working on the next part of this, i'll give you guys a shot of what Dib looks like

[Wiregeek]

why is his head so very, very large?
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies

[Foxboy]

... you need to ASK? Source material, he'd be lucky if his neck didn't snap in a light breeze.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

[Wiregeek]

yes, but WHY IS HIS HEAD SO LARGE
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies

[Ebony]

"My head's not that big! It's normal sized!!" - Dib Membrane
Ebony the Black Dragon
http://ebony14.livejournal.com

"Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you."

[dark seraph]

took forever to figuer out how to make his head look that big, also i'de like to thank the magic pack for the jacket, it looks so much better then the
trench coat

[Wiregeek]

Why iiisss his head so big? Whyyy's his head so biiig?
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies

[dark seraph]

Wiredgeek wrote:

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Why iiisss his head so big? Whyyy's his head so biiig?

to hold his evil genius of course

[dark seraph]

Escape?

MiMi stood to attention outside the doors to the operating theatre, she found it odd that Dib had them move their whole facility to some old Council base,
but who was she to doubt him. Every now and again a scream of profanity echoed from the surgery. Its heavy door muffling the worst of it. After a while the
noise dropped to a barley audible whimper as Dib strode out of the room. MiMI fell into step beside him.

"MiMi, prep subject zero one for transportation back to her cell." Dib said in a flat voice.

"I take it that the reprogramming didn't take?" MiMi asked.

"No it did not, it seams what ever allows her to survive the uploads is also stoping all forms of mental manipulation... if only I knew what."

"So shall I take her away?"

"Yes, she has healed most of the cyber gear so Gaz is ready for transport."

MiMi turned and headed back to the theatre, as she pushed open the door she spotted Gaz lying on a blood stained stretcher numerous drips hooked up to her
body. She could see several metal discs, hardpoint docks by the looks of it. So the master wants her to be more like us MiMi mused. She knew Dib would never be
suited for the task he had given himself as long as he had... distractions. Carful she removed a syringe form her pocket. Reading the labels on the drip feeds
she chose one, inserted the syringe and pushed the plunger.

Gaz stirred as slowly her eyes opened. Before she could say anything MiMi placed a hand over her mouth. "If don't want to die you will listen to me
very carefully, understand?" she hissed into Gaz's ear. Gaz slowly nodded.

"Good, we don't have much time." MiMi wheeled Gaz's stretcher out of the theatre and carefully pushed it towards the cells, half way there
she took a turn and headed down a different corridor, Gaz made out a sign saying "armory". MiMi pushed Gaz's stretcher through the door way
before closing it behind her.

Gaz tried to get up but her body seamed to be dead from the neck down. "Why can't I move?" Gaz rasped.

"You have been heavily upgraded with a large amount of cyber gear. In order to restrain you, your brother hooked a neural block into the base of your
skull, until it is removed you are helpless."

"So what do you plan to do to me?"

MiMi walked over to a storage locker and started pulling out a hard suit. "Simple, I plan to give you a suit of power armor and set you
loose."

Gaz stared at MiMi. "Why?"

MiMi ignored the question as she started pulling out the drip feeds.

"Why?" Gaz repeated

MiMi stoped and turned. "You are a distraction, nothing more."

"What dose that mean?"

"Simply put, my master has more important things to deal with than you."

"So your letting me go so I don't get in his way? What if I decide to stay?"

"Then he will keep trying to break you, either through constant cybernetic upgrades or mental manipulation. One way or another, he would make you one
of his blades."

MiMi smiled at the look of disgust that passed over Gaz's face. She carful piled the armor on to Gaz's stretcher and wheeled her out.

"So now what" Gaz said, it wasn't so much a question as almost a demand.

MiMi wheeled the stretcher down several more identical corridors before stoping at the entrance to the cell block.

"I will equip you, give a short run down of what your armor dose and set you off, then you will be someone else's problem." MiMi replied as
she grabbed Gaz surgical gown and pulled it off.

"Hey! What the hell do you think your doing?" Gaz exclaimed

"Do you know how to hook up and activate this sort of thing? No, then shut up and I'll show you."

Gaz glared as MiMi manhandled her into the body glove, not really paying attention.

She let out a slight hiss of pain as MiMi started to hook the armor to the hardpoints covered her body.

"Quit complaining, you get used to it after a while, now there's one last thing to do." MiMi said as she picked up the helmet. "I've
uploaded a map along with the quickest escape route, but before that, theirs something you need to do."



"What?' Gaz asked.

"I need to make this look convincing, so I need you to injure me."

"You need me to what?" Gaz exclaimed.

"It is simple, your escape must be convincing. Therefore, you must hurt me, badly."

"You're insane! Why the hell would I even want to hurt you?"

"Everything Dib has done to you was for me, every experiment, every upgrade, it was all duplicated and passed on to me, in a way, I am a monument to his
sins."

MiMi managed to kept the grin off her face as she saw Gaz expression turn to one of pure hate.

"In a way Gaz, I am your replacement." MiMi continued. Gaz was reacting just as she expected. She carful pulled the neural plug from the back of
Gaz's skull and lowered the helmet on to Gaz's head. "Now, you ar-" MiMi was cut off as Gaz buried her fist in her gut, before MiMi could
even react Gaz was behind her. Gaz grabbed MiMi by the back of the head and slammed her into the stretcher.

MiMi staggered back mildly stunned, Gaz was reacting according to plan, maybe even better. Her train of thought came to a screeching halt as Gaz grabbed
her cyber arm and ripped it from its mount. She bit her lip to stop from screaming in pain. Gaz spun her around and punched her in the chest, there was the
sound of glass light bulbs popping as MiMi's ribs snapped.

Gaz grabbed MiMi by the collar and was about to deal another blow when alarms started to go off. "What the?" Gaz dropped MiMi "what's
going on?"

MiMi struggled to speak. "M... m... My... ... reco... very... beacon, ... .you ... triggered it." Stoped as she started too coughed up blood. "They will... . Come for
you... . Run."

Gaz let go of MiMi and watched as she hit the floor. She kicked the prone blade a couple of more times before running out the door.

MiMi laid their, her body screaming in pain as her vision blurred, she heard panicked voices, a commanding bark silenced them, she was dimly aware of
several hands gingerly picking her up, her vision cleared long enough to see Dib staring at her, for a second she thought she saw concern in his eyes, she
tried to speak but the pain over whelmed her and everything went black.

***

MiMi lay on the bed in the infirmary, her mind going over her plan, it was worth it, Dib had become more focused that ever, he even upped the training of
the other blades. She winced as the small drone worked on her shoulder, Gaz attack had ruined the mounting for her cyber arm.

The drone hovered back and gave a bleep to say its job was done when the door opened and Dib strode in.

"Ah, I see you are fully operational MiMi." He spoke, his tone sounding almost... happy, which put MiMi on edge, Dib was only happy when something
bad was about to happen.

"I am fully functional sir and awaiting orders." She replied.

"i am not here for that, I wish to talk to you about subject zeros escape."

"... you are, I thought my report covered everything?"

"So it would seam, but the more I read it the more I had to question it. For starters, while I am well aware that Madigan most likely knows of this
facility, you sated that a Scimitar came here for the sole purpose of stealing subject zero, but how, I ask my self did they know of her. You and I are the
only two who know of my sisters presence in this city and considering the fact that your Psi shields combined with the fact that you have had nothing to do
with Scimitars means that their was no way for Madigan to know of this."

MiMi looks down at her lap, unable to met her masters eyes as he continued.

"Then there was the stolen suit of mark six armor, a unit that had been in use by the Scimitars for some time now, if the "intruder" was
going to steal something, why not the broad sword prototype or the data on project Golem?"

He walked up to the bed and placed a hand on MiMi's good shoulder.

"I think it's obvious what happed, isn't it MiMi?"

She slowly nodded.

"You saw Gaz as... a hindrance, didn't you? Now due to your programming, you couldn't kill her or put her in a situation were she could die, so
you did the next best thing... didn't you."

MiMi's voice came out in a barely audible whisper. "Yes sir."

Dib sighed. "I should thank you for removing Gaz, she was a distraction and would of probably lead to me back to my old ways... something we can not
afford." MiMi looked up, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"But, there is that fact that you went against me, your actions were born by logic, not emotion. Of all my blades you are my biggest success and
failure."

"Failure sir?" MiMi asked

"yes, failure, of all my blades you are the most... inhuman, you act based off facts and data, you lack the spark of creativity the others have. I put
this down to the fact that unlike the others, you seam to fail to understand the term "down time". I believe you to be using missions as a way to...
avoid the questions raised by being partially organic now." MiMi winced, she knew he was right, but it still hurt to hear it.

"as such, I feel that you need to "learn" about your human half. When you are finished here you are to head to Nerva and have two weeks of
down time."

"Sir... but-." Dib cut her off with a raised hand.

"Think of this as your punishment for what you have done, you will have time to reflect on what you have done." Dib gave her a smile devoid of all
warth and humanity. "And remember, if you try such a thing again, you won't get off so lightly."

MiMi was only vaguely aware of Dib leaving the room. Two weeks with no missions. She would be forced to deal with her body, it's demands, it's
disgusting biological demands and more worrying, it's emotional ones. Slowly the full enormity of her punishment dawned on her, and her body reacted the
only way it knew how. She touched her face, feeling tears roll down it for the first time ever.

[Sweno]

Very fitting title.

Nice work!
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy

[dark seraph]

so now Gaz is out in the word (if anyone wants to roll her) and MiMi is going through the same stage Gir did, minuss the helping freinds and family

[dark seraph]

Falling Blade



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Mercy Island

Widows Walk

MiMi stared at her glass as the bartender topped it up. It had been three days since her master had ordered her to go on leave, so she could better
understand her human half.

MiMi was seriously conflicted; she couldn't disobey the order, but the fact she had to acknowledge her body's disgusting biological demands was a
horrifying concept. She had tried to find ways to distract herself: painting, reading, even watching television. But after awhile they all stared to fail and
questions she had kept repressed began to surface. In desperation for anything to keep those questions at bay, MiMi had turned to booze.

It was amazing how her mind worked under its affects. The pain of her failure faded away. Her mind seemed to almost be detached, watching her actions from a
distance.

She downed the contents of her glass, and her mind began to wander. She started to think back to how she had got here, how Dib stole her hard drive from his
nemesis and rebuilt her body. The dimensional tear caused as they battled for control of the dimensional window, the pain of falling through the void between
worlds.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her body made one of its annoying demands. Slowly, she got up and staggered to the bathroom to relieve herself.

When she returned a few minutes later, she was annoyed to discover that someone else had taken her seat. She weaved over to boot them off, when the stool
turned around and MiMi got a good look at the occupant. Those pigtails. Those wide, bloodshot eyes, that insane grin. It could only be one person.

Dark Fusionette.

"Why hello, MiMi." D.F. called cheerfully, her voice cutting through MiMi's drunken haze like fingernails on a blackboard.

In her current state of mind D.F. was the last person she wanted to met, but at the same time DF was the closest thing she had to a friend. And for some
reason that seemed important right now. She didn't know why it did, but it did.

"Whut do you wants?" MiMi slurred. She was somewhat disgusted by how she sounded.

"Oh I was just in the neighborhood and noticed a certain someone was getting wasted and I decided I should intervene." D.F. proclaimed.

"Whu?"

"You need to be more careful, MiMi. I mean, I TOLD you that you needed to relax, but there are much better ways of relaxing….and in your state, MiMi,
if you're not careful someone could take advantage of you, hmm?."

MiMi tried to figure what D.F. was saying. She couldn't tell if D.F. was trying to look out for her or just trying to get into her pants… for some
reason the later was more appealing, and MiMi didn't know why.

The bartender glared impatiently at D.F. "Lady, you going to order something?"

D.F. looked thoughtful. "Maybe I'll have a....hmm....no, maybe a.....nah.....well maybe...." Suddenly, D.F. reached out and blasted the man in
the stool next to her across the room. She looked at the bartender cheerfully and said "Never mind! I'll just have what he's having." as she
reached over and took the man's drink. After all, he had no further use for it.

MiMi suddenly noticed the bar seemed a lot emptier the before she went to the bathroom.

She staggered to the now vacated seat and managed to park her self on it in the third try, ignoring D.F.'s demented smirks before ordering another
drink. The bartender looked like he was about to protest before thinking better of it and poring another shot of white tail whiskey.

MiMi slugged back the shot. Her throat burned for a brief moment before she slammed the glass down and motioned for the barkeeper to top it up again.

"So why are you trying to kill whatever it is you call a brain?" D.F. questioned as she played with her drink.

"Ya…ya…ya wouldn't…compri…compra…comp…undershtand." MiMi slurred as she tried to shot her drink and missed her mouth, pouring the contents of
her down her shirt.

D.F. tutted to herself. "And you think getting stupidly drunk will fix it?"

"Hey…itsss working preatty well shoo far." MiMi proclaimed rather happily as she swayed on her seat.

D.F. reached over to steady MiMi, copping a slight feel of the drunken blades butt as she went. And was surprised as MiMi wrapped an arm around her
shoulders, making a clumsy grab for one of her boobs.

"Well, hell-o! Looks like someone has decided to do a one eighty."

"I... I has no idea whatsh your talkings aboot."

"Don't you remember? You agreed to sleep with me, very reluctantly, in the hopes that I would stop telling you to relax in the middle of
missions."

MiMi looked thoughtful for a second. "Ya…ya…you know whatsh, your right….I did do thatsh…didn'ts I?"

D.F. nodded. "So now I wonder why you're trying to feel me up?"

MiMi slumped against D.F. "Cuz…it seams like a good idea…I think that's why."

D.F. looked at the drunken woman slumped against her, an idea forming in her twisted mind. She called over the barkeep. "Hey, do you have any
rooms?"

"Yes, but you have to pay." He replied

D.F. carefully lent MiMi against the bar before walking over to the man she killed, after rummaging in his pockets for a moment, she pulled out a wallet and
placed it on the counter. "There we go! My dear friend who so graciously let me have his drink is going to pay for it."

The bartender snatched the wallet before getting a set of greasy keys. "Rules are simple, no killin' and no summoning succubi, beyond that ya can
do what ever you want."

DF gave the bartender a grin that sent him scuttling away before hooking an arm around MiMi's shoulders and dragging her toward the back of the bar.

"Weres we going?" MiMi asked.

"Oh, we're just gonna have some fun."

"Whats sssort of fun?."

DF slipped a hand inside MiMi's shirt. "Can't you guess?"

MiMi looked DF in the face for couple of seconds. Her mind was dully aware of what DF was getting at, but another voice gave her some instructions that
sounded a lot more interesting.

DF opened the door to a dingy room with a rather simple, but surprisingly clean bed. As she pulled MiMi into the room she was rather pleasantly surprised as
MiMi pulled her into a rather savage kiss.

As MiMi pulled back, DF smiled. "So what brought this around? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"It ssheams like a good idea."

DF smiled as she pulled MiMi down to the bed. "Indeed it does." She grinned wider as she started to help MiMi out of her clothes. "Indeed it
does."

###

MiMi woke up the next morning. Her head was pounding. It felt like she had just suffered a data dump. As she slowly stretched out, one of her hands bumped
against something soft and warm.

Wait a minute? Soft and warm? Slowly MiMi looked over and saw the naked form of DF sleeping next to her, a smile plastered across her face.

MiMi slowly climbed out of the bed, her mind trying desperately to remember what happened last night. Brief flashes came to her as she quickly recovered her
clothes and got dressed.

When she was fully dressed, she carefully exited the room. More and more memories of last night were surfacing. She cursed herself. The stress of the last
few days plus all that alcohol must have severely impeded her judgment. Why else would she have willingly submitted her self to DF?

As she exited the bar, she blinked into the harsh light of morning. Her stomach lurched, and she quickly ran to the nearest alley before violently empting
her stomach.

As she wiped her face clean, she went over the events of last night. She was depressed, so she got drunk, then DF showed up and then…she blinked. Part of
her was mildly disgusted by last night's events, but another part pointed out that the stress she had been feeling was gone.

Damn, the psychobitch had been right all along!

She carefully stood up and started to walk to the ferry, her mind trying to figure out how last night's events had relieved her of her stress.
Obviously, it would need further examination…but she would have to be sober this time.

She grinned slightly to herself, she could treat it as a mission. After all, that was what Dib wanted: for her to better understand her human nature.

[dark seraph]

Sleeping Blade

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Dib entered the small room, it resembled the idealistic child's room, stuffed animals stared back at him form various shelves, while at the centre of it
sat a young woman, carefully working on finger painting by the looks of it.

Dib cleared his thought and the woman looked up, half her face concealed by long dirty blond hair. A child like smile spread across her face as she saw him.
"Master! I/we missed you." She said in a slightly off tone sing song voice.

Dib pulled up a small chair and carefully sat on it. "And how are we today Alice?" he asked.

The girl shook her head. "No, I/we not Alice anymore, I/we didn't like that name."

Dib raised an eyebrow. "Then what shall I call you today?"

She looked at the ceiling for several seconds before answering. "I/we shall be called…. Isabel… yes, I/we like that."

"Okay Isabel, how are you toady?"

Isabel turned back to her finger painting. "okay… but bored, I/we want to go out and play."

Dib let out a tired sigh. "We have had this conversation before, you can't go out and play till you learn to treat your "toys" better, it
took quite a while to clean up your last mess."

Isabel's demeanour changes, her eye's gaining a murderess glint and her voice shifted to something deeper and almost animalistic. "Why must I
stay here, I want to play, I want to see the pretty colours as they pop, I want to see the whites and red and greys... I want out." as she said this,
the shadows around the room flickered and lengthened, half imagined "things" started to form.

Dib stood up and glared at Isabel. "And it is because of that that you can't go out, you can not be trusted."

At the mention of trust, Isabel reacted like a whipped animal. "I am/we are sorry, I/we just wanted out… I/we didn't mean to make you angry."
She hung her head.

Dib knelt down and place his hand on her head. "I am not angry, but you must be patient. When your better I will take you out, then you can play as
much as you want, okay?"

Isabel looked up hopefully. "Really?"

"Yes"

"Then I'm/we are gona do my very best to get better, okay?"

Dib nodded and looked down at the finger painting Isabel had been working on. The paper was covered in swirls and blobs, the after a while Dib realised to
be a crude set of blueprints.

"Isabel, what are you painting?"

"Oh, that's just some I/we thought of while board, you like?"

"Yes, mind if a have a copy when you done?"

"Okay"

Dib looked down at his watch and let out a sigh. "It appears to be time for me to leave, but I promises to be back later, okay?"

Isabel nodded before turning back to her finger painting, dib got up and left the room.

---

Nerva Apapeligo.

Blade Base, Cryo Vault 02.

Dib let out a shuddering breath as he disconnected form the interface, several wires reeling back into his sleeves. He slowly stood up, the thin layer of ice
that formed over him breaking and falling to the ground.

It always felt a bit jarring when ever he visited the Sleeping Blade, it was almost as if he was visiting a happier part of his life… he shook his head, no,
he had no "happy" memories.

Turning he double checked the readouts on consoles of the large cryo pod that housed Isabel. Everything still seamed to be in working condition, and
according to the reading, it might be a week or so before her mind could be considered stable enough for combat.

But that wouldn't do, she need to be stable enough to interact with other humans, not another weapon.

While they would never dare voice it, he knew that his blades found his attitude to Isabel odd, after all, he had a tendency to destroy rampant A.I.s rather
than devote time and effort to repairing them.

But if he could repair a damaged A.I… especially one as warped and damaged as Isabel… well, that would be one more useful skill that Crey would gladly pay
for.

---

yet another story, enjoy

[dark seraph]

Isabel slowly woke up, the first think she noticed was that it was warm… last time she had woken up, it had
been cold. As her eye's slowly adjusted to the light, see realised that she wasn't in the Cryo lab.

She slowly Sat up and looked around, all sorts of medical equipment lined the walls and several plasma screens hung from the roof on folding arm array.
Carefully she slid off the bench and headed to one of the shelves when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Ahh, you're finally awake." She turned around and saw Dib sitting at a desk, she spotted several wires slowly withdrawing into his sleaves.
"How do you feel?" he asked.

Isabel thought about the question. "I feel… good… wait, I said I, I didn't say I and we at the same time… why?"

"I am taking a more active roll in your therapy, I have made some slight alterations to your code, think of it as medication."

"…I'm fixed?"

"To a degree, there is still a fair bit of work that needs to be done."

".. Dose this mean I can go outside?"

"Not quite yet, but you are allowed to go anywhere in the base you like."

Isabel ran over to Dib and pulled him into a tight Hug. 'Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." She blabbered.

Dib blinked several times before rather mechanically returning the Hug.

After a moment Dib cleared his throat. "Now Isabel, there are a few things we need to take care of, first is you quarters."

"I get my own room?"

"Yes, and tomorrow we shall start some simple training exercises, the results of these tests will allow me to find what roll best suits you."

She smiled at him and jumped to her feet. "I'll do my very bestest Da… sir, I won't disappoint you."

"Good, I'll let Number Nine take you to your quarters." Dib taped a button on the desk and the door opened.

Isabel let out a startled squeak as an ape like figure in combat fatigues entered the room. It turned to her, she could see that most of it's face was
covered by something that looked cross between a gas mask and a breathing apparatus.

It slowly lumbered over to her and cocked its head. "So… this the new one boss?" it questioned in a rasping voice.

"Yes No. 9, show her to her quarters and then report to Caz, theirs another "incident" Crey needs to make disappear."

Isabel flinched away as No. 9 lurched over to her. "Come on, the sooner I get this over with the sooner I get to have some fun."

She gave Dib a questioning look, he smiled and nodded, taking a deep breath she followed No. 9 out of the room.

---

Dib turned back to the computer. He felt odd. He could remember the last time some one had hugged him…

He shook his head. there was no point in dwelling on it. He had other things to deal with.

He typed in a command and brought up the Isabel's file and carefully reviewed the data he had so far.

//PROJECT BLADE//

Unit 03 - Sleeping Blade

Name: Isabel



Unit 03 is the result of using a pre existing A.I. supplied by . The A.I. appeared to be a mess, on the merge of a mental break down, only
after sever data dives was the answer for this found.



had tried to create a combat A.I. but instead, they ended up with a child like mind set. In an effort to make the A.I. combat worthy, the
project lead, DR , forced the A.I. to take a life. The shear stress of killing was to much for it, the mind split to protect it's self
from the horror of what it had done.



The new Personality was named "The Other" and not only met the combat requirements, but the other was to powerful. During a live ammo test, the other
managed to break free of it's pre-programmed restraints and proceeded to kill over half it support crew, before it was finally subdued.



In a desperate attempt to salvage the project DR tried to merge the personalities back into one. It is unknown as to what happened to him
next, when a team of was sent to investigate, all they found was a large amount of blood, and the A.I.



The A.I. was recovered and the lab purged. The A.I. was moved form project to project till eventually ending up in Project Blades.

Dib looked over the entry, there were many blanks… probably put in place by some one in Crey that still didn't quite trust him, not that it mattered. He
taped the key board and started writing his report.

>

I have started undoing the damage that was done to subject 03's mindscape, but I believe that's it will take weeks of effort to bring her back to what
she was.

The personality matrix has been returned to the twin aspect, but I have introduced several stimuli that should prevent a repeat of what happened during the
unit's field test.

I believe that if unit 03 is ever to be a combat class A.I., I require all of the original documentation of her creation. With out this, I believe that's
she will never reach her full potential.

I also request additional lab assistance, ones that have undergone a complete security check, I would prefer not
to have a repeat of the "Proto type 05" incident.

In other news, the 5th squad of Golems are ready for deployment to I believe the will be quite happy
with his new soldiers, as before the have the sanded fail safes installed in case tries to turn against us.

Dib sent of the communiqué and smiled as the computer let out a beep for every time the message was viewed by unauthorised personnel, his Golems had gained him
enough interest to prevent a direct retaliation form his rivals. He was beginning to enjoy the world of business, it kept him on his toes. And he was quickly
learning that he couldn't allow himself any weakness… especially around Madigan.

Getting up out of his chair, he decide to see how No. 9 was looking after Isabel. He needed to be careful with her, something about the construction of her
A.I. was hauntingly familiar.

[dark seraph]

((Note from author:

this story was suposed to go up over two months ago.... but i go lazy, enjoy))

06/06/09

Faultline

Blade Safe House #005

MiMi sighed as she adjusted her glasses. Here she was in Paragon City, trying to better understand her human half. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult. It
had been six days since she had slept with Dark Fusionette, and since then DF had been spreading rumours amongst the Infamous about her and what they had done.

MiMi didn't feel any regret for what she had done. Hell, she had used sex before to help complete some missions. However, D.F.'s constant harping about
it was…embarrassing, the realization of this had left her some what shocked.

Carefully running her fingers through her hair, she went over her plan. For the last three days, she had attended many different social gatherings to try and
understand human nature and how they socialized. Tonight, she would attend something called "speed dating".

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a slight twinge of disgust at her organic body.

She, along with nearly every other blade, was made to be as human as possible. The only non-organic components of the blades were their skeleton and the
synthetic brains - the only exceptions were herself, due to her Irken hard drive wired into her synthetic brain, and Teyla. But Teyla was originally a
Scimitar, so most of the others didn't really count her.

She walked to the bed, one of the few features in the room, and opened the duffle bag on it. Inside were a handful of different outfits, including her combat
fatigues and several spare cyber arms. She carefully lifted out one that looked just like a plain arm, placing it to one side. She rolled up her sleeve,
removed the slightly bulkier cyber arm she had on, and replaced it with the 'normal' one.

She gave herself another onceover in the mirror. She had to admit that she had done all right with her current disguise, a simple brown and black shirt, a pair
of slightly faded jeans, and some plain glasses. A minor annoyance of her human nature was her poor eye sight. As an afterthought, she brushed her fringe out
of her eyes and smiled at her refection.

Hopefully, tonight's test of human interaction would yield some positive results.

###

MiMi sighed. This was obviously not one of her better plans. For most of the night, she had dealt with ether stuttering idiots or men that oozed so much sleaze
that she could bottle it and sell it as oil.

MiMi didn't bother to look up as the next man sat down at the table, the last one of this god awful evening, after a couple of seconds, there was a polite
cough.

"Hi, I'm Jack." He spoke some what nervously as he offered her his hand.

Looking up MiMi saw the man across the table, and was immediate surprised by her reaction to him. Heart rate tripled, increased blood flow to face. MiMi blinked a couple of times, the man across from her was dressed rather
plainly, but something about him… it was sending all sorts of strange reactions through her body.,

"Er… I'm Mi - Milssia." She stammered as she took his hand. Now speech is failing and I almost blew my
cover. Focus! He's just a normal human, nothing special.



"Um…so er?" What the hell? I must have a virus or something.



Jack looked at her. "Are you okay? You're turning a little red"

MiMi bit her lip slightly before replying. "It's just a little warm, that's all."

Jack nodded, they sat there for a while, each one trying to think of what to say next. Maybe he's suffering the
same infection I am? MiMi thought, Jack was looking a little flushed, while her body was assailing her with more retched demands… some of them making
little to no sense.

He coughed before speaking again. "Sorry, I'm not really good at this." He said, shifting in his seat. He
seams uncomfortable maybe I should ask him about this?



"I-I-I thought this sort of thing was meant to help people g-get over being shy?" MiMi replied.
Crap, that sounds horrid…why can't I just speak normally?



"Yeah, but normally you sign up of your own free will."

"You weren't?"

"No, my nosey sister signed me up for this. She said that I needed a 'social life' instead of hanging around the house.

MiMi's eyes drooped. He heart sunk a little "I-I see. So you don't want to be here."

Jack blushed and Mimi's heart began to ramp up again. "Well, I didn't, but…uh…so, what do you do for work?"

MiMi paused for a moment, confused by the abrupt change of subject, before finally answering. "I, um, work odd jobs all over town, but in my spare time I
paint."

"Oh…anything in particular?"

"Um… what ever really takes my fancy I guess. How about you?"

"Oh, I used to be in the Army. I retired early a few months ago due to family hardship. Both my parents died suddenly."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you. I'm getting by."

MiMi was surprised by how easily this was going, that she and Jack were talking a lot easier now. This must be the ice
breaker they talk about… whoever 'they' are. Once she managed to ignore whatever was affecting her body to have it make such bizarre demands, it
was easier to talk to Jack.

They continued to chat for a while before the buzzer went off. Jack smiled as he stood up. "It was a pleasure meeting you Milissa."

MiMi smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you to, Jack." She extended her hand, which Jack took in a
firm hand shake before turning and heading off.

After Jack had moved on MiMi looked at her hand like it was the first time she'd ever seen it. She could feel a rush of blood to her face again. Lucky this
evening was over. Her body was starting to feel strange again, all those demands increasing tenfold.

She quickly filled out her card for the evening and headed back to the safe house, this really needed further examination.

###

When MiMi entered the safe house she made a bee line to the small medical facility and begun to run tests on herself. There's got to be a reason for these reactions. I must have been infected by some sort of virus or something.



She spent the next few hours running every conceivable test, but the results all came back negative. She was
suffering no infections and her hard drive was clean, she was perfectly normal. What the hell is going on?

She walked back to the bed room and dropped her self onto the bed. Her simple experiment was yielding more questions than answers. As she took her
glasses off she grumbled slightly as the world around her became slightly fuzzy, she'd have to see if Dib would finally get around to cloning a new pair
for her.

She yawned slightly, and slowly drifted off to sleep, she could spend tomorrow trying figure out what was
going on in her head.

###

Next morning

MiMi slowly dragged her self out of bed. She had got practically no sleep last night, Her dreams, something
she was still getting used to, had been…confusing. The more she thought about it, the harder it was to remember…did this happen to all humans?

She dragged her self out of bed and walked to the computer desk in the corner of the room. She carefully started it up and entered a handful of passwords. The
system registered her and she opened a web browser and waited for her civilian ID's e-mails to download, while in a separate window she checked to see if
Dib had decided to end her leave.

She slumped slightly when she saw no new messages from Dib. There were a handful from the other Blades, some of them asking how she was coping, others asking
if the rumours about her and D.F. were true. She let out a snarl and closed the window. She was about to shut down the computer when it let out a small beep to
tell her it had finished scanning her civilian e-mails for any viruses.

Curiously, she opened the handful that had passed the gauntlet of spyware. She slowly made her way thought them till she got to the last one. It was from the
speed dating agency.

She read thought it, feeling some what expectant. Why the hell am I
getting excited, it's just a bloody email. It was the usual thanks for coming, as she read down she spotted the potential matches she made last night.
Her eyes caught one name and she felt an odd sense of joy.

Jack. Jack White.

MiMi stared at the screen for a few minutes heart rate has increased, but I'm just looking at the name… what the
hell? There must be some reason as to why this one man caused such a reaction in her. Maybe I should meet him
again, just to check… for scientific reasons.

[dark seraph]

The Fracture Spreads

Nerva Apepeligo

Blade Base Alpha.

5th June

MiMi sat in her quarters staring at her computer. In the background, the radio was blasting away on some random station. However, she wasn’t really paying attention. Every now and again she would take another slug from the bottle next to her. She was miserable. Things had been going so well, but after last night...

She sighed, emptied her drink, and went over in her mind what had happened.

It had started when her kind of boyfriend, Jack White, had invited her out for coffee. According to her research on dating, "Coffee" or "Hot coffee" was an euphemism for sex. She had dressed in what she thought was appropriate: a nice little black dress that had been a little bit revealing. However, she found out that Jack actually meant for them to just have coffee and judging by his face he hadn’t expected her to dress like that. She had felt like a idiot and would have left, but he had insisted that she stay. Then he gave her that smile that…she couldn’t even begin to describe what it did to her. So she had stayed, and after a while she was feeling comfortable. And that was when it all went to hell.

Jack was about to tell her something important when the window exploded and Dark Fusionette hovered in. She accused him of taking her “toy” from her, then attacked. MiMi was about to leap to his defence when he flew across the room and clocked DF in the jaw. She could only watch, her mind frozen. Jack was a hero. As the realisation hit her like a ton of bricks, she turned and bolted from the café.

Apparently Jack had won the fight. It had been on the news and everything. She thanked what little bit of luck she had left that she wasn’t in any of the photos. When she next saw DF, she…she had lost control. What right did she have to lay claim to her? She had beaten DF within an inch of her life…. But that only made her feel sick. What would Jack have thought?

At the thought of his name, MiMi’s cell let out a little beep. Jack was calling her again, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer. Why would he even want to talk to her? DF must have told him about her being a villain. She got up and grabbed another beer, before turning back to the computer. She had been trying to entertain herself by randomly looking at Wikipedia entries.

the last song came to a end and the DJ's voice crackled over the radio. "This is Radio Free Opportunity. and that was the unofficial Crey theme song "Beast and the Harlot" by Avenged Sevenfold. Now we have an anonymous dedication going out to someone out there who's lost their way. This is Foreigner, with "I Want to Know What Love Is". And remember, you're listening to Radio Free Opportunity. Don't touch that dial!"

Without really thinking, she looked up a word that kept cropping up in the song.

Love.

MiMi read the entry, and read it again. The entry on chemical love matched what she had felt when she first met Jack. So that’s all it was… a simple mammalian desire to create offspring? …. No, it can’t be that simple.

She scrolled up and read some of the other entries, clicking one link after another, realisation slowly dawning on her. Oh god…I love him. MiMi felt her gut lurch. She was in love…with a hero. A hero that knew she was a villain. She slumped in her chair, her mind had gone numb. She was supposed to be a killing machine, incapable of such things. But ever since Dib had ordered her to “learn” about her emotions her mind was struggling to comprehend all the new data. What am I supposed to do?

She didn’t know how long she sat there, eventually she became aware of some one behind her. She turned and looked up into the slightly disapproving face of Dib.

“Do you know how long I have been trying to contact you?” he asked, I slight note of annoyance in his voice.

MiMi quickly stood to attention, the room seemed to lurch around her. “I am sorry Sir… what is it you wanted to see me about?” she winced slightly at how hoarse her voice sounded.

“Follow me.”

MiMi entered Dib’s lab and immediately saw a giant picture of…Jack. After staring open-mouthed for a moment at Jack in 200” of big screen glory, she realized she recognized the scene. This is the date…how did Dib find out?

As if answering her question, Dib spoke up. “Wentworth’s security cameras caught the whole fight. Fortunately, they use a fairly high quality camera and it copied direct to a hard drive. It was simple for someone with my intellect to hack their security system and download the data.”

Yeah. More like simple for someone with advanced alien technology at their fingertips. MiMi bit down on the gasp of shock as the rebellious thought sprung into her head unbidden. She preoccupied herself with watching the footage above her head.

To put it mildly, MiMi was in awe. She had never seen Jack so... forceful before. She knew he had been in the Army, but as she watched Jack systematically and methodically pound the snot out of Dark Fusionette, at some point he had found a moment to switch to his costume, a Red and White Spandex affair with a Blue cape. But her attention automatically centred on how the costume clung to him, she was dully aware that Dib was talking in the background, but she was too busy oggeling Jack muscle structure.

As a student of the arts, she could almost picture what Jack looked like with out his shirt, she could feel her face go red at the mere thought of it. After a while the image shut off, she only just stoped herself from making a sigh of disappointment.

Dib turned to her. “MiMi, your mission is simple.” He spoke.

“My… my mission?” MiMi cursed herself, Dib hated it when he was ignored. when did I start referring to him as just Dib?

“Yes, your mission is to identify the link between Jack White, the Patriot and Patri-ette. The fact that their costumes are so similar is more than a coincidce.”

“Why must I learn more about Patri-ette?” She couldn’t see where Dib was going with this.

“Patri-ette is usually seen working with Panzer Saber, you are to see what you can learn and report back to me.”

“I thought our main target was Gir, sir?”

“We have two targets, both are of equal impotence, you shall deal with Panzer while the other Blades and the Golems deal with Gir. Understood?”

“Yes sir… but I don’t think I can do this, thanks to Dark Fusionette, my cover in paragon is blown. Jack would refuse to see me.”

Dib sighed and shook his head. “Have you even bothered to check?”

"huh?"

"I thought I had taught you not to jump to conclusions, but that is all for now, you may return to your quarters." With that he turned and left the room.

MiMi waited until she was sure he was gone before entering a command on the console that would send a copy of the fight to her computer, then headed back to her room.

As she entered the room, she saw her phone was ringing. She practically threw her self at it, hitting the floor before answering it.

“Jack?” she asked, cursing that she didn’t check the caller ID first.

She heard a loud sigh of relief on the other end. “Yeah Mimi, it’s me. What happened to you, I couldn’t find you after I dealt with that wacko…are you okay?”

MiMi felt touched by the note of concern in his voice, she also had to smile at the pet name he had for her, he said it reminded him of when they first met.

“I’m okay Jack. I just…got a bit freaked out…that’s all.”

“Thank god, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about being a hero before, I was actually going to tell you when that freak blew up the café… you sure your okay?”

“Yeah…I just needed some time to…think it over…it was a bit of a shock”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…if you don’t want to-“

“No, I mean…sure I want to see you again.” MiMi blurted.

Again she heard the sigh of relief. “You have no problem dating a hero?”

“No, not at all…um, so…want to see a movie?” she asked.

“Sure, um…where do I pick you up?”

MiMi thought about it for a moment, then listed off the address for the Faultline safe house, she and Jack talked a bit more before they said their good-byes and hung up.

MiMi sat at her computer. If she was going to spy on Jack, she needed a permanent residence in Paragon. She removed the Faultline safe house from the list, and then forwarded a list of supplies she would need to Dib. After that was done, she got up and locked the door before settling herself down and playing the clip of Jacks fight with DF.

So I have to spend more time with Jack, all 'cause Dib needs to capture a Sabre to show he’s one of the big boys. She grinned at the rebellious thought. He didn’t give me a deadline… so lets’ see how long I can stretch this out for. She smiled and leaned back in her chair, this was probably going to be the best mission she’d ever been assigned.

[Sweno]

*is amused by the hot coffee bit*
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy

[dark seraph]

thank you

[dark seraph]

Breaking point

16/07/09
6:20 PM
Faultline
MiMi’s Apartment

MiMi stood in shower and took another slug from the bottle of whiskey. The water had gone cold long ago, not that it mattered. She felt dirty. No mater how hard she scrubbed, no matter how long she stood under the water, she couldn’t feel clean.

She had been called out to the Rogue Isles to aid one of Recluses minions. She was ashamed to admit that it felt good cutting lose after so long in Paragon… but that good feeling ended when she started killing… no, it hadn’t ended, it had become more intense.

It was sickening how easily she had willingly ended so many lives. She kept telling herself that she didn’t pull her blows because there where others watching her, but she knew the truth. She didn’t pull her punches because she didn’t want to… the realisation twisted in her gut on the trip back to Paragon. She felt like scum, dirty, filthy… so unclean.

She stumbled out of the shower, only dimly remembering to turn it off, and looked at her refection in the mirror. Her reflection Glared with a look of self hatred and disgust back at her. She grabbed the sink and tried to stare back, she could feel excuses and words of denial die in her throat. The Gaze striped away everything, leaving her with a simple truth. As much as she pretend, as much as she wanted to think otherwise, she was built for one thing and one thing alone.

To kill.

MiMi snarled at her reflection and smashed her hands against it, shattering it into thousands of accusing stares. She let out another snarl and bought the whisky bottle down on them like a club. She slammed it again and again till the bottle broke, leaving her with just the neck. Still the fragments glared back, their expression so hateful.

MiMi stagers out of the bathroom and bumped into the couch. She felt angry, so angry. Why was this happening, what did she do to deserve this? She saw her refection on the TV its lips moved and she knew what it was saying. You were made for one thing and one thing only… Killing.

MiMi let out an animistic screech and threw the remains of the bottle at it. The image shattered, as the remains of the screen hit the floor MiMi slammed her foot into the back of the couch, sending it toppling over the coffee table. She felt rage burning through her, bubbling up until she couldn’t contain it. Letting out another primal scream, she lashed out at the couch with all her might nearly snapping it in half.

She started to tear the room to shreds, anything in her path became another outlet for her rage, picture frames, bookshelves, anything that she could reach was destroyed. A small portion of herself recoiled in horror at her onslaught, but its voice was drowned out by wave upon wave of rage.

---

7:20 PM

Jack exited the elevator and made his way down the hall to Milissa’s apartment, it always struck him as odd that she was the only tenant for this floor, but then not many people were willing to live in an area were Vazhilok and Lost openly walked the street’s. He really should talk to her about moving some were safer.

He was half way to her apartment when he heard a scream, without a second thought he flew the rest of the way. Stoping in front of Milissa’s door he grabbed the handle and rattled it. Locked.

There was another scream and the sound of something heavy smashing against the floor. Jack grabbed the door and ripped it from the hinges, his mind trying not to think of what could be happening to Milissa.

He stepped into the apartment, the only light came from a flickering neon sign across the street. In the erratic flashes he could make out a scene of carnage, the room looked like a bomb had gone off. He step further into the room and felt something crush under his foot.

Kneeling down he picked up the remains of a painting, he could just make it out as a watercolour Milissa had done just after they started dating. He knelt on the floor, fear filling him. What had happened? Where was Milissa?

He heard a noise and spun around, his second question answer as Milissa staggered out of the apartment’s kitchenette. He slowly stood up and let out a shocked gasp as the light flickered to reveal she was naked, holding a bottle in one hand.

“Oh… hello… di..di.. didn’t espect to see you here.” She slurred and as walked over to him, moving like a puppet with its strings cut. “And... here I am... with nothink to wears.” She staggered up to jack and wrapped her arms around him. “imaghin that.”

Jack's mind locked, trying to process all the information at once. On one hand, here was his girlfriend, whom he had feelings for and had featured prominently in some very intense dreams he had had of late, pressing her naked body against him. On the other hand, her breath stank of whiskey and gin, and her apartment looked like someone had dropped a fragmentation grenade in the middle of it.

“Mi... Milissa, what happened?” he stammered.

“You don’t wantsh to talks about that… not when there are better thinksh to do.” She slurred into his ear.

“Milissa... are you okay?”

“Come on Jacksh, don’ts you want to?” she left the question hanging.

Jack gently pushed her away. “Milissa, what’s got into you?”

“Nothings… yet”

She tried to press against him again, he was about to push her back when she collapsed in to his arms. He carefully shook her but it became clear she was out of it, Jack gently laid her on the floor and was about to wipe hand across his brow when he noticed another smell, it has been masked before but now he could smell it clearly… Blood.

Eyes widening in horror he looked over Milissa, ignoring the fact that’s she was naked, and started assessing her wounds. Their was fragments of glass and wood in her left arm all the way to her elbows, her right arms synthetic flesh looked like someone had taken a knife to it, her legs where covered in small gashes and bruises while her feet… jack felt his stomach roll, her feet look as if she had stepped on razor wire… amongst the blood he could just make out bits of glass and wood.

It slowly dawned on him, all the destruction, Milissa had been the cause of it. He scooped her up into his arms and headed to the bathroom. He awkwardly draped a towel on the floor and set her down. It took him a moment to find were she kept her medical supplies, it didn’t take long to find a well stocked first aid kit.

Placing it on the floor, he looked over her again. “Oh god Milissa… what did you do.” He muttered as he got to work treating her injures.

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9:37 AM

There are two known times that light can hit a human being so hard that it not only provides light, but sound as well. The first is in an army training barracks. The reason they do this is simple: they are designed to, so the soldiers-in-training lose the ability to oversleep. The second is when you are hung over, and the senses become so hyper aware that even light makes noise. It is the latter experience that is MiMi's first conscious event when she wakes up in the morning: the light from a sunbeam hitting her so hard she could hear it. Instinctively, she sat up and blocked the light with her hand. Unfortunately, her body wasn't quite ready for her to move yet, and the end result was that MiMi suddenly felt quite ill.

She rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, she managed to get to the toilet before her stomach rebelled at al the stress she put it through last night. When it finally felt she had nothing left to throw up she slumped to the floor. Only now did she realise she was dress in a lose tee shirt and pair of shorts, also… some one had bandaged her arm and feet. Images of last night started to emerge like bubbles of gas in a swamp.

She felt her stomach roll again, but it was a false alarm, she seriously doubted that she had anything left to throw up. Getting up she started the shower running and striped off, her cloths reeked like something from the Golems locker room. Stepping under the hot water she let out a sigh, last night… god… last night had been a mess, she couldn’t remember ever being so angry before… not even when she though Dark Fusionnette had ruined things between her and Jack. As more memories surfaced, she felt a mounting dread… what would Jack do if he found out?

The water no longer seemed all that warm, stepping out she turned it off and went to grab a towel. Huh, wasn’t there three of them here yesterday… must of trashed them to. Sighing she headed out into the lounge, there was bound to be some more in the linen cupboard. She was almost to the cupboard when she heard a strangled gasp from the kitchenette, turning slowly she saw Jack sitting at the small table, cup of coffee halfway to his mouth.

She stood there for several seconds till her brain pointed out that she was naked, with a shriek she bolted back to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. After a few seconds she heard a knock as Jack called out. “Milissa? It’s Jack… are you decent?”

“No” she called back.

“Oh… I’ll wait then.” Jack replied, she could almost hear him blushing.

“Err… you might be waiting for a bit Jack, I don’t have a towel or clean change of cloths in here.”

“Oh… um, do you have any spares?”

“Theirs a linen closet near the front door, I think I have a few spares in there.”

She heard Jack head off and a few seconds latter there was a knock at the door. She opened it enough to take the towel from him and carefully closed it again. As she dried off, several things came to her attention, for starters… where was all the stuff she broke last night? And what was Jack doing here? She had a feeling that the two answers were linked… and that she wouldn’t like the answer for either of them.

Warping the towel around her she opened the door and looked out, Jack was back in the kitchen by the sounds of it, she quickly made her way back to the bedroom and got changed before heading in to the kitchen.

Jack was sitting down at the table with a serious look on his face. As MiMi sat down he passed her a cup of coffee. “Milissa, we… we need to talk.” He said.

MiMi felt a stone form in her gut. “a-a-about what?” she stammered.

Jack took a deep sigh before continuing. “I think you have a problem. And I believe his name is also Jack… Jack Daniels… and Jim Beam... and Captain Morgan... and Jose Cuervo.”

She flinched away. “I…I don’t know what you were talking about.” She couldn’t bring herself to met his gaze

“Mimi…when I can around last night…it sounded like you were being attacked…I came in and found a mess…with you bleeding naked in the middle of it.”

MiMi squirmed in her seat. “But…it wasn’t…I mean.” Jack cut her off.

“Mimi, how much of last night do you remember?”

“…Not much really.”

“So you don’t remember breaking the bathroom mirror? Or destroying nearly every piece of furniture in the lounge?” He decided not to mention her trying to come on to him; she looked like she was having enough trouble coming to grips with everything else.

MiMi just stared down at her cup, trembling slightly. “I…I was in a bad mood...I.”

Jack got up and stepped around the table. “Mimi… that wasn’t a bad mood, that kind of self destructive behavior shows some kind of serious issue. I don’t know if it’s family or work or what....but I think you need to see someone...and stop trying to solve things with a bottle.”

MiMi squirmed in her seat. “It’s not that bad…it’s not like I do it all the time.”

Jack placed a hand on her shoulder. “No...but next time could be worse…I might not be there next time…heck, I was only here this time because I was going to see if you wanted to go to a movie. Mimi, what ever your going through…you not alone, I can get you help.”

Jack caught Mimi’s gazing at a draw he had gone thought last night. “It’s gone, Mimi. I flushed what was left after your binge last night down the commode.”

“… All of it?”

“Yes, you almost had enough to stock a small liquor store… and most of them were half empty. I also talked to the owner of the local liquor store. He won’t be selling to you any more.”

“What?”

“Well, he owed the Patriot a few favors from stopping robberies, so I asked him not to sell to you. He agreed.”

MiMi slumped down in her chair, tears trickling down her face. “..I… I.” she tried to say something but couldn’t, burying her face in her hands started to cry. Jack pulled her into a fierce hug.

“It’s okay Mimi, let it out.” he whispered to her. "it's okay." 

[dark seraph]

Nerva Apepeligo

Blade base alpha

Cryo lab 3
Lana shivered as she pulled her jacket around herself, it had been three months since she was put in charge of project blades while Dib was laying low in Africa, three months of pure misery.
It had taken almost a month just to figure out how Dib ran things, and even then she still only had the vaguest of ideas as to how he ran the operation.  Everything seamed to run perfectly with very little outside input. But Crey hadn’t sent her to babysit; they wanted to know if Dib had any other secrets hidden away.
She found what appeared to be a discrepancy in Dib’s files, he made reference to have only eight of his blade units, but she had found details of two additional blades, unit nine and unit ten. There had been some note about them not being ready for active duty, along with a page worth of that strange gibberish that Dib wrote in.
She watched as the interns she brought in scampered around the rooms two cryo pods, every now and aging she would her one of them mutter. Behind her stood one of Dib’s blades, she could hear her shift uncomfortably, sighing, Lana turned to her. “Is something wrong miss…” she mental cursed to her self, she still hadn’t memorised any of the blades civilian names.
The blade nodded. “Teyla ma’am.”
“Teyla then, is something wrong?” Lana’s cyber eye whirred as it focused.
Teyla shifted again. “Well…. The director froze thesis two for a reason, one was mentally unstable, the others personality was only half done… they are... incomplete.”
Lana snorted. “So if they are a bit dangerous, then we’ll stun them and freeze them again.” She snapped back. That was another thing that had been getting at her, it almost seams as if Dib was still running the show, even though he was half the world away and hardly communicated with them, the blades seams to know what he wanted.
Before she could start stewing on that thought again, one of the interns scuttled up to her. “Um… ma’am… we’re... we’re ready to open them.” He muttered, keeping his eye’s to the ground.

“Very well then. Begin.”
The intern scuttled back and started typing away at the first pod, the numbers zero nine stencilled on the front. There was a hiss as a cloud of super chilled air was released, the lid slowly swinging up, after couple of seconds, a weak cough could be heard from with in.
The interns stepped forward and reached into the pod, Lana walked up and started to size up the occupant as they pulled her free. She appeared to be a extremely well built young woman, long with hair streaked with red hung over her face. One of the interns moved some of her hair to one side and let out a gasp. Most of the left half of her face was missing, tendons and exposed flesh, an empty eye socket faced the room.
Lana twisted her lip. “So, I’m taking it that this is the “unfinished” one, correct?”
Before Teyla could reply, Lana barked to some of the interns. “Take her to one of the med bay, see of you can do anything about her face.”
Two interns nodded and helped her out of the room, while the remaining ones turned fearfully to the last pod, if they defrosted the incomplete one, which meant the other had crazed one.
Almost sensing their hesitation, Lana strode up and punched the activation code into the remaining pod. The lid slowly came up with the sound of grinding gears before coming to a stop. “All this fucking secrecy and the basted can’t even be bothered to maintain his crap.” She motioned over some of the interns to help her push the lid.
As she pulled at the lid, there was the screech of metal on metal, one of the interns bent down to look in the pod. “That’s strange, sounds like it’s stuck on something.” He muttered as he looked in the gap. From the pod cam the slight sound of metal scraping against metal, then the inturn jerked, a long spider like leg punching thought his skull.
The other scatted as the leg lifted the corps, then flung it across the room, before retreating back into the pod, there was a few seconds of silence before the lid tore free, bouncing across the room as a near primal scream emanated from the pod. Lana watched as four mechanical legs emerge from the pod, they scraped at the edge of the pod for a second before digging in.
There was another scream this time as a figure raised out of the pod, the legs lifting her free. Lana could see the legs lead to some sort of backpack that resembled the ones worn by Crab spires, but this was more streamline, almost alien in design, but while she had free use of the spider legs, the rest of her limbs had been bound. Violet eye’s glared as the room from under a mess of blue hair, the spider pack letting out a slight whirring noise as it lowered her onto the floor.
Lana cautiously approached the figure, watching as she struggled the large metal bands restraining her rams and legs, muttering to her self. She poked the woman with her boot, watching as the girl twitch, before kneeling down to listen to her mutterings.
“This body is wrong…. What did that earth monkey do to me…. Wrong… so Wrong.” She turned and looked at Lana, one of her spider legs tensing slightly. “Where is he?” she demanded.
“Where is who?”
There was the sound of tearing metal as the girl pulled at her restraints. “The one that did this, the one that gave me this… this disgusting sack of flesh for a body.”
Lana motioned for an intern to come over with a sedative. “You mean Dib?”
At the mention of his name, the girl back arced as she screamed, there sound of metal tearing as her restraints fell away. One of the mechanical legs lashed out, slamming Lana in the gut and winding her, before the girl stood up and glared around the room. “Where is DIB?” she screeched. “Where is the misbegotten wretch that dare do this to ME?”
One of the inters let out a whimper as he ran for the door, there was a here was a high pitch whine, then a flash of light as the intern fell to the ground, smoke billowing from the hole in his back. That was all it took to make the others flee like panicked animals.
Lana pulled her self to her feet and watched as the girls legs let out another high pitch whine as she shot the fleeing interns one by one, looking around she tried to figure out where Teyla had got to.
There was a flicker of shadows as her question was answered by Teyla body slamming the girl from behind, trying to desperate pin her legs. She screeched as they flailed around, the spider legs screeching against the floor as they tried to gain perches.
“Get off me Bovine wench! Do you even know who I am?” She screamed, flailing madly.
Teyla garbed the back of her head and slammed it against the floor, the sound of the girl’s nose breaking filled the room. “I don’t care who you are, you are an unstable weapon and a risk to this base.”
She raised her head, blood dripping from her ruined nose. “My name… is Tak!” she screeched as elbowed Teyla in the face and rolled free. Climbing to her feet, Tak delivered a quick kick to her gut before rounding to Lana, one of her legs whipped around, punching through Lana’s shoulder with a  and pinning her to the ground.
Kneeling down, she twisted the leg in Lana’s wound. “Now… tell me where Dib is terrane Ape!”
Lana looked up and smiled. “I think that’s rather irrelevant right now.”
Tak had a look of confusion, before there was the crack of an assault riffle smashing into the back of her skull, wobbling, she collapsed on top of Lana. Pushing her free, Lana climbed to her feet and pulled the spider leg from her shoulder, blocking out the pain as she looked at the figure. “What the fuck are you?” she barked at it.
It was some sort of hunched humanoid, almost resembling an ape in its stance and kitted out in combat fatigues. After staring for a couple of seconds, Lana realised that it must be one of Dib’s “golems”. “You, can you understand me?” she asked.
The golem turned to look at her, and slowly nodded. “Orders…. Ma’am?” Its voice came out in a slow rasp.
“Good, take her.” she jerked a thumb to Tak. “To a maximum security cell, the survivors are to be taken to med bay and find a living intern, promote him then have him process the paper work for the dead ones, understood?”
The golem noddled as it grabbed Tak by the leg and started to drag her out, she thought about correcting it, but decided against it. Clutching at her shoulder, she headed out of the room, she could feel Teyla’s gaze on her back and could imagine she had “I told you so” look plastered all over her face.
***
3 hour’s later.
Lana paced Dib’s office, swearing to her self. The two blades were obviously defective, unit nine seamed to barely register the world around there while unit ten, Tak, was currently restrained and heavily sedated.
“Is there any way this day could get worse?” she muttered to her self. She immediately regretted saying that as there was a beep from the desk, meaning that Dib was calling her. Biting back a torrent of profanity, she hit the receive button.
Click as a small holo projector raised from the deck and activated, a swollen eye glared at her, every now and again it blinking with metal lids. Sitting down she addressed the eye. “Hello Dib, here to gloat?”
The eye tracked her before replying in an annoyingly familiar tone. “I could gloat but I don’t see the point, you know you made an error and that will keep eating away at you.” the eye swivelled, taking in the office. “But I must ask, what did you hope to achieve with it?”
Lana blinked. “What are you implying? That I tried to take them for myself or that I would rat you out to the countess?”
The eye bobbed as Dib chuckled. “Rat me out to the countess, no. those two blades where her idea.”
She glared at the desk with a shocked expression. “What?”
“It’s quite simple, she asked me to create to special blades. When done they would be inserted into Arachnos and given special orders. Beyond that she would not tell me anything.”
“So you played along like a good little drone?”
“Yes, I am.” The eye bobbed again. “As long as I do as she wishes, she has no reason to terminate my employment.”
Lana glared at the unblinking eye. “And I’m expected to believe that’s it? No clever plans, no ideas to twist the situation to your advantage?”
The eye gave another dark chuckle. “And prolong my stay in Africa? No, I think not.”
“So you’re finally coming back?”
“Yes, my… exile is at an end, but don’t worry, you won’t be leaving the blades so soon.”
The colour drained from her face. “What do you mean?”
“Ah, you haven’t heard yet? Upon my return, you are to be my watch dog. Just in case I try to… twist the situation to my advantage.”
Lana slumped in the chair. “You’re… your serious?’
“Indeed, thesis orders are from the countess herself. You are apparently a loyal follower that can not be bribed or corrupted, while I am a mind that still has some secret to give.
So, I shall be returning within the week. I look forward to working with you Lana.” The eye blinked the faded as Dib ended the call.
Glaring at where the eye was, Lana swore as she brought her mace down on the desk. Obviously she must have upset some one to get stuck with this job… unless.
She grinned slightly, she knew she was part of the Scimitars referred to as “Blunt Weapons” so maybe this was a chance to prove she was more than that? Leaning back in the chair she pulled the mace free and rested it on her lap, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She might even be able to use this to land her a promotion.
Chuckling slightly, she thought out loud. “No one ever said working for Crey would be easy.”

[dark seraph]

Date: 02/05/2010
From: Director of Project Blades.
To: Chairman of the Oversight Committee.

In reply to your concerns with Blade unit thirteen, while it is true I used Crey portal technology to place her in her current training environment (see attachment files), I believe I have already explained to you and the comity several times why the target dimension was chosen.

Preliminary reports show it to be the perfect training environment for our agents, if there is an incident, like those seen in project scimitar, the agent will be for lack of a better term “no longer our problem.”

I am aware that there are many “nay sayers” on the Committee, but I would like to remind them that in the end, the final choice lies with the Countess and that none of their whinging or political backstabbing can stop me. Or do I need to remind them what happened to the last fool that tried to interfere with the Countesses orders?

End of message.

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Portal corp.
Peregrine Island.

Seraph swore as he swiped his hero ID through the portal corp. scanner, behind him he could hear his sister sigh, turning he glared at her. “Look, I know with the influx of Praetorian we have to aid Vanguard, but I just wish they wouldn’t call us out of the blue.” He grumbled.

Sera rolled her eyes. “I know you like bitching about stuff, but what’s up your ass this time?”

“I had a date set up with Tish. You know how hard it is to get the house cleared out for that?”

Sera winced slightly. “Shizen.” With two teenagers of her own she knew how hard it was to get a quite night. “Well maybe I can help you, take Gir and Laz out or some crap?”

That got a slight smile from him as the passed another security check. “And what do I owe you for it?”

“Simple, have sex and be less cranky.” She replied with an innocent grin.

Pausing, he turned to her, his jaw hanging as she skipped ahead, giggling slightly.
“Come on Seraph, ever since you started dating Tish, you been less wound up.. and when you started doing it you would be almost relaxed.”

Seraph growled slightly. “And how the hell do you know that?”

“One, I’m your sister. Two, I spent six years riding shotgun in your head and three I’m a psycher, but before you say anything, I didn’t read you mind, you just broadcast that damn loud after you done it. One of the reasons I moved out.”

Shaking his head, feeling a slight blush creep across his face, he knew Sera was right, he just wish she wasn’t talking about it as they passed through security checks.

As they reached the last check point, Sera patted him on the back. “You know I only teas ya cuz I love ya… and you make it so easy.”

Rolling his eyes Seraph grabbed their patrol rosters and sighed, Sera was getting the cushy round, upstairs and in the public eye, while he was stuck patrolling the labs in the sub basement.

Looking over, Sera let out a slight sigh. “Not your night is it?”

He shrugged and turned to head off on his patrol. “On the up side, its probably gonna be a qui-” he was cut off as Sera glared at him.

“Do not evoke Murphy, I don’t want to drag your bony ass to the nearest hospital, got it?”

“Fine, lets just head out and get this over with, kay?”

Nodding Sera headed off to the foyer while he made his way into the bowls of the building.

- - -

Several hours later, Seraph was starting to wish he had invoked Murphy, the place was like a grave at the hour, hall way after hallway of widows showing empty labs. The repetition was almost mind numbingly boring, the only thing keeping him from falling asleep was the thick black tar that was passed off as coffee.

Dropping the cup’o sludge into a nearby trash can, he contemplated hitting up the vending machines for anything better, hopefully they would have something better to drink… or at least wash the taste of the coffee out.

As he was wondering if the vending machine had any soft drinks with out corn syrup, there was a blaring siren over the intercom as red security lights started to flash, forgetting all about the drink, Seraph turned and started running down the corridor, a calm voice calling over the PA

“Warning, incoming portal in lab alpha five, origin unknown. warning, incoming portal in lab alpha five, origin unknown.”

Seraph ran through the halls, only just registering the signs as he bolted past, the PA still blaring.

“Warning, unauthorised personal in lab alpha five. warning-” there was a hiss of static as the PA cut out, causing him to run faster, reaching the lab, he paused and looked over the railing and stoped at the sight on the main floor.

[[(When) Your Middle Name is Danger – Trocadero - Ghosts That Linger. ]

In the centre of the chamber, surrounded by the corpse of several guards stood  a hulking brute, it white armor was illuminated by the dying portal behind in and the red security lights, flecks of blood staining its pale surface. Turning its helmeted head, the hellish strobe lights glittering off its gold faceplate, it stared up at up at him. Letting out a brutal growl it leapt up onto the landing, the floor buckling slightly under it mass before standing up to tower over him.

Seraph stepped back and swore as the creature growled and swung at him, flickering blue energy surrounding its fist as it passed inches from his face. With out a second thought he let loose a blast at its chest, the blue white energy slamming it squarely in the chest, causing it to stager back a few steps.

Looking down the figure raised its head and charged, letting out another growl as it slammed him to the floor, the breath being crushed out of him in with what felt like the force of a wrecking ball. The gold faceplate reflecting his own features warped slightly across its curved surface.

Leaning in it grab his neck, a single word hissing out from behind the blank face plate. “Faaatheeerrrr.”

Seraph blinked in shock as it stood up and hauled him off the ground with one hand, its fingers digging into his throat. Struggling he fired off several blast at its face, small crack forming on the helmet. The fingers tighten around his neck, his breath coming in laboured gasps as his vision swam.

A blast of pink light filled his vision as the pressure realised, falling to the ground he saw Sera run in, a second blast of psi energy slamming into the giant causing it to drop him. It turned to her as she swung a blade of ice, grabbing her arm and wrenching her of the ground and delivering a quick punch to her gut, the sound of popping ribs echoed through the room as it spun and threw against the nearest wall.

Seraph watching in horror as she slid to the ground like a broken doll, blood staining her lips as she whimpered in pain, turning to the giant he let out a bellow and charged it, slamming it in the back and standing it staggering. Not even waiting for it to recover, Seraph started punching it in the kidneys and ribs, he knew that if it got a chance to regain its senses it would snap him like a twig.

His tactics seemed to confuse his opponent, like a wasp attacking an elephant. Let out an angry growl it swung both hands down, clipping him slightly and sending him off balance just long enough for it to grab him again, but this time seraph was prepared, as it grabbed his shirt he quickly ducked down, sliding out of it and devilling a quick jab to its knee before rolling back.

Looking around for anything to help him, he spotted smoke starting to roll off Sera, an idea forming in his head. He dodge to one side, bringing a two fisted blow against the giant as he then blasted it, sending it staggering over to Sera. Watching as fire started to flicker along his sister’s body, seraph dived to one side as a fireball consumed Sera, the force of it sending the giant smashing into the opposite wall, leaving a visible crater.

As the fire cleared Sera stood there unharmed, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the giant, with out a word she held out her hand, a blast of psi energy smashing it into the wall again. The wall buckled as the giant slid to the ground, twitching slightly. Turing to seraph she let off a torrent of German swear words before eventually swapping back to English. “What the flying fuck was that all about?”

He knelt by the giant and slowly turned it over, shaking his head slightly. “I have no idea… but I think… I think it called me “father”…”

Sera looked like she was about to ask another question when the rest of security showed up, several burly figures in vanguard armor grabbing the giant and hauling it out while Sera and Seraph where bombarded with questions. After several minutes of questioning they were allowed to leave, the commander sent them home and ordered the portal corp. under lock down till they could figure out what happened.

As Seraph road the ferry back to the main land, one thought kept going through his head… the thing had called him “father”, but why? Was it a kid from an alternate dimension with a grudge to bear? Or did he miss hear it speaking in a different language. Shaking his head he looked over the side and stared at the ocean. What ever it was, he probably find out about it when the shit hit that fan.
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to be continued