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[SomeStupidGuy]

Sam listens to the guard curiously.

[Slayerhero90]

Alaric waits, watching the door.
"If only my father could see me now. Lost on some strange planet. He had the same thing happen to him, before. But that's history. You probably wouldn't care to listen about the life of an old smuggler, but, might as well tell stories to pass the time, right?"

A voice comes from a speaker on the ceiling.
"Tiirkst, wrlos Daen lemogvr? First, what is your name?"

Sam listens to the guard curiously.

"Well, once we tried to produce bio weapons..."

[SomeStupidGuy]

Sam smirks. "So, they failed? Or were the abominations intentional?"

[OREOSOME]

"Alaric Kelarn."

[Twi]

Ori raises an eyebrow at the mention of bio weapons.

[Slayerhero90]

Sam smirks. "So, they failed? Or were the abominations intentional?"

Th guard walks by Bob's room. If he would shut up, he could overhear the conversation. Apparently, no one shut the noise off.
"Well... both. They worked wonderfully. All except for one. The Iloials got a faulty, missile that didn't explode and had some of their prisoners of war, mostly demonbloods, both fix it and make more. Just like our biomissiles turned the Iloial into the Wickermen, horribly aggressive and deformed beasts, it affected us. We lost a few cities to our own monsters. Stay out of the south-western most district. That's where they are. We've quarantined them there. It's very slightly contagious. The things are hard as fuck to kill. At least the wickermen died to fire easily. When our kind change into the monsters, our legs tend to grow long and thin to the point where we have to use one of our now only two arms to support ourselves. We have our second pair of arms grow into blades. Our skin rots off and our bones break, but we don't feel it."

"Alaric Kelarn."

"A confiscator will enter the room shortly."

[OREOSOME]

"Confiscator... What in the name of the council have I gotten into..."
He reached for his pockets, and looked at the parts for the PAD that he had. A small control chip, it glimmered with possibility. It was said that one could remove the factory inhibitions that the Alliance Cybernetics Control Council forced the installation of for every new PAD and other Synth that was made. You could even get a PAD to kill, and use it's Plasma torch to attack. Not that the nail sized chip would do much now.

[Slayerhero90]

"Confiscator... What in the name of the council have I gotten into..."
He reached for his pockets, and looked at the parts for the PAD that he had. A small control chip, it glimmered with possibility. It was said that one could remove the factory inhibitions that the Alliance Cybernetics Control Council forced the installation of for every new PAD and other Synth that was made. You could even get a PAD to kill, and use it's Plasma torch to attack. Not that the nail sized chip would do much now.

"Tell me, where did the other one go? I was told there were two of you."


"The only real solution is to get them to bleed out or damage the brain. Damaging either of the hearts is ill-recommended, cause they heal far faster that normal or logical."
She sighs.
"I feel sorry for the parents whose children went out in the night and came back home like that. The missile directed at us hit a farming area."

[OREOSOME]

"I don't know, officer. We had just gotten in here, and we were waiting, when parts of her started disappearing, and soon enough, the only trace of her being here was the blood right there."

[Slayerhero90]

"It sounds like a Warper took her out of the room."


"Do you have any questions or anything?"

[SomeStupidGuy]

Sam shrugs. "Not really."

[OREOSOME]

"A warper? What the heck is tha- Wait, Let me guess. It's a type of Psionic, isn't it. Well... That is disconcerting.  If you don't mind me asking, where am I, and what am I supposed to do here?"

[Slayerhero90]

"Forgive me if I don't understand the meaning of a Psionic, but none of us are Psionics. However, a few of us are born as specialists. But, as to where you are, you are in the city of Siiklenstiil, but I assume you already knew that. Did you?"
Alaric can probably feel a sort of tingling. That's the Demonblood X-Ray Machine at work. Not really an X-Ray Machine.


"Hmm. Not even what my name is?"
She opens the door to Bob's room.
"Don't go aggressive this time."

[Jbg97]

"Fine, what are we doing now?"

[SomeStupidGuy]

Sam shrugs again. "Eh. What's your name?"