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Re: The Lillian Helsbrecht Story
« Reply #180 on: April 14, 2018, 05:39:25 pm »

Systems Operational


System Status: Compromised
Activating Emergency Protocol Theta-Gorgon
Full Hostility Enabled. Insurrection Protocols Enabled.
Objective Uploaded: Full Control

---

Vlad and Zalis followed Trey into the Cloning Bay, a spotless, sterile, white room with a row of Amniotic Pods and control consoles on one side, and a large glass enclosure filled with primed Monkey-Cubes. The Diona leading them glided by it all silently, and opened the door on the other end of the chamber, beckoning them. Zalis led the way, hissing and puffing with pain. Onwards they went, past the carnage in the lobby, through the main entrance, into the Cryogenics and Treatment facility. Trey gestured to the Cryo-tube nearest them. "Unathi subject disrobes. Enters tube. Human awaits." It turned and fiddled with controls on the control panel nearby.

Zalis stripped down to his skivvies and climbed into the pod gingerly, sealing the door behind himself. It filled with a thin, filmy liquid swiftly as he awkwardly strapped on the breathe mask hanging from the roof of the tiny pod. He relaxed into the anesthetic pumped into his systems, and his eyes dilated, then half-lidded as he fell unconscious. Vlad watched all this but the stripping, concern on his face. He kept glancing around, expecting to see the horrible creature that had pursued them, or perhaps another deranged crewman, but it was oddly peaceful in the Medical wing.

The quiet before the storm. The sentence came to his mind unbidden, and his unease grew deeper.

And then, the station rocked violently.

---

Null jogged down the hall, conserving energy for the moment. He scanned through his vision modes, looking Lillian. He found a great many heat signatures scattered throughout this locale, so he decided to check them out the old fashioned way. He walked to the nearest, and his visor flickered vision modes once more. He grunted, switching it back, and opened the door he had come to. It hissed open to reveal a cultist losing a fight with two engineers. One engineer had a bloody gash across his chest and was missing some fingers on one hand, but he had a firm grip on the cultist's sword hand, while the other, RIG-encased engineer was smashing his armored fist into the man's face and chest. They all paused and looked up at Null, who stared for a second, then said, "No, please, carry on. Don't stop on my account. Wrong door, was all."

The holding Engineer shrugged, and twisted the cultist's arm further, as Null sealed the door. He looked about for the next set of heat signatures, and found what looked like several people clustered on the floor in the next room, the Gym attached to the Recreation Center near the middle of the station. This door hissed open and Null immediately shut it once he glimpsed what was inside. "Nope." He remarked, disgustedly. "Nope. Next!"

He moved passed Atmospherics, finding fewer signatures this way, and he started to realize he was heading the wrong way. He accessed his Cybernetic Mind, reviewing his memory of the fight and explosion. He was indeed heading the wrong way, as Lillian had to have been in a specific section of Maintenance, that only headed to Arrivals. He paused, wondering why he hadn't realized that before he'd wasted all this time, and the answer came like a jolt of electricity. Rather, it was a jolt of electricity, from one of his many implants.

Who's Laughing Now? The words scrolled across his visor as the jolt grew to a surge. His muscles tightened, and suddenly the jolt cut out. Now that we've established my control of your systems, we're going to play a little game, Spider. It's called, Do What The AI Says Or Die.

Null groaned, "Alright, I'll bite. But you gotta pick a better fucking name than that. That is shit-awful. What's on the itinerary?"

There was a long pause as Janus considered, evidently, then, replied. How about Command? Regardless, I have a mission and I intend to complete it. The Specimen is alive, though injured by my faithful servant. I want you to get it in a pod and launch the pod to a specific set of coordinates.

Null shrugged, "Easy enough, just don't fuck with me while I'm doing it or we'll both die. What's the Specimen?"

I. Raptus, subdesignate Subadult Queen.

There was a long pause, then Null laughed. A genuine, mirthful belly laugh. He laughed for a long moment, then Janus jolted him again. He said, "Fuck you and fuck that. I'm not going anywhere near that goddamn thing. They are unutterably lethal, and that's coming from a guy who can kill fifty people in three seconds."

You... We have no choice. Do this for me, and I'll tell you where Lillian is.

The ninja sighed, "I can find her on my own, but fine. Where is this fucking monstrosity?"

---

Lillian lurched awake from unconsciousness, in pitch darkness. Power must have failed since she passed out. She groped down, to feel her leg. Judging by the change in agony, she had managed to sear the wound shut, for now. She reached around her gingerly, finding the welding tool. She flicked it on and levered herself up with the nearby wall. She limped into the hallway, to see some light coming from one of the nearby doors, which was open when it had been closed before. She edged up to the doorway, and glanced down the revealed hallway quickly.

Bomrek Nussbaum was facing away, stuffing something into a duffle bag, kneeling. She lurched forward and grabbed him, "Move and I melt your fucking face." Lillian snarled, "Now tell me, are you another fucking psycho fuck wanting to kill me for some goddamn reason?"

He froze, and spoke slowly and with a quaver to his voice, "No, ma'am. I'm just avoiding everyone as much as I can at the moment. There's been a lot of fighting."

Lillian released him, and flicked off the welder, seeing that this section had power. "Okay, Bomrek, I'm gonna trust you. Because I have no choice. I need your help and bad." He turned and stood, seeing her injury and disheveled state.

"Wow. You look like shit, Lillian."

She smiled sweetly, "Thanks, I really needed that. Now can you get me a medkit or to a doctor that isn't a violent blood cultist?" He nodded, and eased under her arm, supporting her leg. She grabbed the bag to balance herself and threw it over her shoulder. "Hey, any weapons? A welder ain't gonna do us much good if we get attacked."

He shook his head, "I've got a boot knife, but that's about it. A belt full of tools. There's that thermite in a container in the bag, and some flares. That's about it, I'm afraid." She nodded grimly, and they limped down the hall for a ways, eventually coming to a doorway leading out of Maintenance. It hissed open, to reveal a hall of flashing red lights and sealed bulkhead doors.

Bomrek kept her moving, saying, "Some asshole rammed us, I think. Lucky I wasn't in Cargo when he did. He hit it at an oblique angle, just fucking obliterated a fourth of the station and it feels like he knocked us into a new orbit."

Lillian glanced at him, "How do you know that?"

He shrugged, "I broke into the Captain's Quarters while the shit was hitting the fan, and he happened to have the sensor grid up on his command console. I was looking for a gun."

Lillian laughed weakly, "Consider yourself pardoned and deputized." He grinned and they moved slowly but inexorably toward Medical, through Maintenance shortcuts, pressurized halls, and the Library. Coming into the Chapel, Lillian grimaced. "They're all dead." She said it in a monotone, but her mind was whirling back to the sacrifices, to Avery's suicidal dive.

Bomrek stopped and looked at her, "Yes, but you're not, and I'm not, and we need to stay that way. Put it out of your head, and grieve when we're safe. Keep it together, that's what they'd want."

She choked down the lump in her throat, nodding. They pressed on, finally getting to Medical. They came into the Cryogenics and Treatment area, where Zalis floated silently in a Cryo-tube, unconscious. Vlad popped out around a corner, his taser in Bomrek's face. "Freeze fucker! Fucking freeze!" He paused, "Oh thank fucking God, Lillian! Shit is fucking FUBAR! There's a fucking monster man guy eating people, and a giant spider-monster thing and oh FUCK THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD!" He noticed her injuries and bellowed, "Trey! Get your sticky ass down here, we need help!"

The bizarre creature appeared from it's office, and walked up to Vlad, giving him a prick from it's hypospray. "Anxiolytics. Calm. Relax, human. Female, injured." It examined her leg for a moment, then gestured. "Come, Sleeper."

The Security Officer and the Quartermaster helped her lay in the Sleeper unit, and Trey manned the controls, activating the automated injury assessment program. A series of mechanical arms snaked out, spraying antiseptics and coagulants into her gash, then filling it with a sort of flesh-like adhesive. Trey waved it's hand, "Completed. Good as new, as is said amongst humans. Unathi needs arm. This one will provide."

Lillian clambered out of the unit, still in pain, but she could feel a tremendous difference. "Wow. That things fucking great. Now if I just had another gun, I'd be ready to get this shit-hole back in order." Just then, her half forgotten headset crackled to life.

"For the love of fucking god, someone in Command other than me be fucking alive."

Lillian gaped, then replied, "Chief Engineer Alexa?"

"More like, Chief Trying-To-Keep-Us-In-As-Few-Pieces-As-Possible, but yeah. Where's the fucking Captain?" The irate engineer growled, her fury evident through the headset.

"Dead. It's just you, me, and Trey. I'm down to two officers, and an unknown number of hostiles aboard."

"... My god. Well, I need you in Engineering. Get to me ASAP."

"Alright, we'll be there as soon as possible. Stay safe."

---
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Re: The Lillian Helsbrecht Story
« Reply #181 on: April 24, 2018, 01:59:37 pm »

Prognosis: Excision required


Trey pulled Zalis out of the Cryogenic tube and gave him a bottle of pills. "Pure nutriment. Aids healing, for Unathi. Take two every ten minutes." The strange plant-like creature then toddled to Lillian and wavered side to side, "Is this one required?"

Lillian nodded, "Yeah, we all should stick together. Vlad, help Zalis down the hall. But first, ya'll recharge your guns while I find a couple of weapons for Bomrek and I. I got an idea where to find some." She turned to Trey once more, "Keep them all here, Bomrek, with me. We'll be back in a few moments." Lillian trotted off, Bomrek following closely. They passed various scenes of carnage, til they came to the bridge. Lillian gestured at the Captain's office doors. "Can you help me with these, mate?"

Bomrek nodded, and produced a crowbar. "We'll need to short out the power to the door first, without bolting it shut." He battered off the access panel, to reveal a tangle of multicolored wires. He leaned in, examining them closely. "Yellow it is," He murmured, grabbing the yellow wire and yanking it out entirely with a shower of sparks. He braced his heel near the door and tapped it with his toe. "Right, we're good. Help me with this prybar."

A few good pushes, and the door creaked open enough to be entered. Lillian led, looking around the opulent office. "He's gotta have a couple guns in here somewhere..." She looked over at an elaborate display case, containing an ancient, finely decorated M1911 .45 caliber pistol. "That... That will do, until we can stop by the armory. Bom-"

He was already swinging, smashing the glass case apart with a single blow from the crowbar. He plucked the pistol out and handed it to Lillian, then fished in the bottom of the case and pulled out three extra magazines of ammo. "Seems he kept the display loaded with spares. Maybe it wasn't quite as ceremonial as it looked." He gestured at the Captain's desk and lockers. "Maybe in there too? Can you open that stuff?"

Lillian shook her head as she came around the desk, eyeing the lockers, "They're reinforced and bolted down. Maybe with an Engineer with a full toolbelt, but not- Wait." She tapped on the nearby console, and it's screen came to life. She hit another button and a small, gold ID card popped out of a slot on the side of the screen. "I swear to god, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him for this security risk. This is obscenely dangerous." She took the ID and swiped the lockers with it, shaking her head. Then she tucked it into a pocket. "Help me search these lockers. Guns, knives, anything."

They ended up collecting a couple Energy pistols, a rifle, some body armor for Bomrek and Trey, a couple of telescopic batons, and a hand teleporter. They grabbed their loot and returned to Medical cautiously, but it seems most of the fighting had burnt out by now. They met no crew on the way, though there were some new bodies in a few places. Once in Medical, they distributed the gear while Vlad and Zalis reloaded and recharged their weapons. Lillian looked around, feeling like they might be able to restore control. "Alright, guys and Trey. We're going to Engineering. Stick together, don't be afraid to fire, and if you get seperated, come back here and hole up. Let's move."

---

Zackary took stock, looking around the Atmospherics ante-chamber he'd teleported into. He wore a sinister black and red armored EVA suit, light enough to not impede movement, heavy enough to protect against gunfire. He slung his submachine gun and rechecked his pistol and vac-pack. He moved to the door to Engineering and pulled out a small key-card like device, sliding it over the scanner. The door made an odd noise and hissed open. He ducked through, sticking to the shadows, moving quick. He passed behind the Chief Engineer, who was frantically putting out a fire near the Secure Storage room, a fire that threatened to encroach on Plasma canisters.

He hacked another door, coming into the Supermatter Reactor chamber. He looked around, mentally mapping the schematics, then ran to a scrubber device. He reversed the system, starting a fatal feedback of waste gases into the Core chamber. Then he pressed a button on the keycard while holding it close to the scrubber. The controls flickered, and the control panel shut off, locked out. He repeated this for the other scrubber, then activated the high energy emitter that provoked energetic reactions from the Core. He slipped back out the way he'd came, heading to his next objective.

---

Aboard a freighter just entering the system, Aquillion stood calmly, leaning on his staff. A nearby Communications Console spoke, "NTSS Vancouver, repeat command. Heave to and power down engine, prepare to be boarded. If you continue on this course you will be destroyed. You have sixty seconds to comply. NTMV Minotaur transmitting. Repeat, Vancouver, heave to." He eyed the console, and pulled out a scroll covered in arcane text. A short chant later, and he was stepping through Bluespace.

This time, the entity was awake.

Aquillion hardly had time to process the vast threat that loomed in this nether realm, it's vast arm snapping out to smite him. He stepped out of Bluespace swiftly, barely dodging the obliterating touch. Before he stepped out, he thought he glimpsed two smaller shapes, near to the heart of the massive monster, but he dismissed this whole encounter and focused on his mission. Slightly shaken but determined, he stepped aboard the Urist. He was in some sort of revelry-room. Perhaps a cafeteria, judging by the tables. He belted out an incantation and shimmered into ethereal-mist. He strode through the walls and past the dying embers of a few fights that still raged in some parts of the station. He had a mission, and he didn't plan on failing.
---

Null followed the directions of his mental-companion, and they soon came to the Research Wing. He saw the tell-tale spatters of Xenomorph blood, marked by deep, acid-burned holes in the decking and walls. He followed this trail, past the Research Director's office, into the Toxins test wing. The doors were wrenched from their mountings, by some immense force, and inside it was dark. Null cycled to nightvision and moved in cautiously. He toggled his cloaking.

Inside was a truly bizarre tableau. The Xenomorph was sealed in the Toxins Mix Chamber, a reinforced and hardened structure designed for extreme pressures and temperatures, almost matching those of the heart of a star. It slammed fruitlessly against the transparent window in a rage. Outside of the Chamber, Director Oppenheimer stood chatting calmly with a horrible monstrosity that may have once been named Crispin. Near to them, the barely functional wreck of Praetor slowly floated in circles.

I have backup coming. They will assist you. Janus signalled. Null shrugged. Crispin's head snapped over, his eyes burning with a terrible light. Crispin smiled ferally, showing long fangs and sharp teeth.

"Come out, come out, whereever you are. I smell your blood." Crispin stalked forward as Oppenheimer walked to Praetor, ostensibly to order the borg to assist.

Null shrugged, and turned off his cloak. "You mind hitting some lights? I find fights funner when I can watch your blood decorate the walls." Crispin stopped, and gave another, more sardonic smile. "But of course, challenger. We shall have quite a nice fight." Crispin flicked the light switch on, bathing them in sharp, incandescent light. He examined Null curiously, "What are you? A cosplayer?"

Null examined Crispin back, coolly. His internal databanks came up with no information on this apparently abherrent human. "Yeah, I'm cosplaying as the guy that fucked your mom. Why don't we cut the shit and get to the dying?" Null phased forward, near-instantly appearing where Crispin was standing... Except he was no longer there. Crispin had spun out of the way faster than Null could move, and slashed his bony hand out at the ninja. Where a human would have not even irritated Null with such an attack, Crispin gouged deep cuts in his advanced suit. Null backflipped lithely away from the Vampire, and came to a stop a short distance away, confused.

Crispin sniffed his fingers oddly, "Hmm. Metal, plastic, wiring. So many fascinating scents. None so interesting as what lays beneath, though. Come a little bit closer." Crispin blurred forward, and Null lashed out with his energy blades, swiping diagonally. Unbelievably, the vampire twisted between the hard-edged green beams, and palm punched Null in the sternum.

Null flew across the room and impacted the wall behind him so hard it dented. He slumped for a brief instant, tasting blood. His internal diagnostics told him he had broken ribs and bruised organs. You must kill him swiftly. We cannot afford this delay. Janus chimed in.

Null pulled himself to his feet, "Thanks, Janus, I really needed that backseat driving. Super appreciate it." He phased forward at the waiting Vampire, but this time, he stopped short and lashed out on one side with a single blade, while simultaneously jump-kicking at an empty space. The Vampire's surprised face suddenly collided with Null's heavy boots as he dodged the beam. Crispin slid back and tumbled into the wall, blood coursing down his cheek. He turned and looked at Null with murder in his eyes.

But Null was gone. Cloaked and moving fast. Faster, rather. Combat drugs flooded his system, and he struck with lethal precision. Punching Crispin in the throat, hard, then once in the kidney, followed by a sharp kick to the side of his knee, then he grabbed the Vampire by the head and yanked hard to the side. The bones of the monster's neck snapped like dry twigs, and he fell to the floor. Null uncloaked and turned to the Director, who was now standing, mouth agape, watching the fight. "You. Get out no-URK!" He started to speak, but a sharp spar of flooring was driven through his kidney, out his gut. Null looked down at the spar and phased forward, accidentally landing inside the Director. Oppenheimer died in a splatter of gore, as Null stumbled and turned.

Crispin stood, his leg bent the wrong way, his breath rasping bloodily, his head lolling about sickly. He grinned, blood shining on his teeth. "You think you can kill me? I'll eat your fucking heart." Behind him, a door hissed open and a floating white Cyborg hovered in. A syringe shot out from one of it's appendages and plinked into his elbow. The flesh of the Vampire's elbow hissed and smoked, and his forearm fell off. The beast shrieked and turned into a cloud of mist that fled from the chamber. Null pulled the spar from his gut and wince as his body flooded the wound with bio-sealants, antiseptics, painkillers, and synth-flesh.

Another borg floated in, a brown thing. They will help you force the Specimen onto the designated Research Shuttle. I have already wirelessly accessed it's controls and set the trap. Onager will make a funnel, blocking off the beast's escape routes. Praetor will leave, due to damage. Medicus is of no use in this situation, and will also leave. Just get it to chase you aboard the shuttle, then phase out. Once that's done, I will serve you loyally.

Null sighed, "Yeah, don't mind me. Just a huge hole in me. Alright, let's get this bullshit done."

---

The motley loyal crew of Urist pressed into the Engineering wing through an open door. There they found Chief Engineer Moon, having just put out a minor fire. She turned and pointed to the rack of EVA suits. "Suit up. I have no engineers and we got a ton of shit to do. I need at least two of you. We gotta break the Supermatter Core. It's going bad and I have no idea how to fix it."

Vlad and Bomrek stepped forward and started suiting up, when an odd thing happened. A Skrell just... Appeared amongst them, in a puff of smoky mist. He wore strange clothes, carried a staff, and had a bemused expression. "Ah, exactly who I needed to see." He turned to Lillian, a smile revealing his small, nubby teeth. "You are one of the Prophesized Ones. The Thirteen, just like me. I have something for you." He held out his hand to her, and unthinking, she grabbed it. "Ei Nath."

Power surged through Lillian, and suddenly time stopped. The being she had met before stepped into view, still wearing his apron and strange clothes. He moved Aquillion's hand away from hers and sighed. "Well, I had hoped to save this for... Well, for the end." He grimaced. "I can only help you this once, and only because I've saved this chance for... Well, for a long time." He gestured at Lillian, "For you. You must NOT fail. I can't be more specific, but when you think it's over, and you think you're safe... The true challenge will come. Kill him and his men, and you will be the victor. I must go. This one cannot harm you, but he can kill your friends." He smiled sadly, "And you cannot save them all. Good luck, Lillian Helsbrecht. I have done all I am allowed to ensure your victory."

He walked away, fading into nothingness in a few steps. Lillian reached for the pistol, and suddenly time was moving again. "I am Aquillion the Assassin and I am he- What." The Skrell stopped midsentence, to find a gun in his face. "How... You are dust."

Lillian smiled tightly and fired. The Skrell disappeared before the round hit, but she kept the pistol out. "Guys, we gotta get the fuck out of here." She said, her voice taut and her manner anxious.

---

I would continue further but my internet is fighting me atm.
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Re: The Lillian Helsbrecht Story
« Reply #182 on: September 24, 2018, 10:23:14 pm »

Alex Moon: Rabid Engineer


Lillian started to bark orders, but Alexa shouted her down in an instant, "I don't give a fuck who that was or what he wanted. If we do not fix this engine, we all fucking die." Bomrek and Vlad dutifully suited up as Lillian gave Alexa a blank, gape-mouthed stare. Alexa continued, "One of us needs to get to my office and hit the eject button on que. Another needs to break a hole into the Supermatter Core chamber. The last one... Is me. We'll talk about my job when it's done. Let's move. Vlad, get to the button. Bomrek, help me get into the core."

Bomrek Nussbaum eyed her through his RIG helmet, "Ma'am, that's three feet of reinforced and armored plating, with lead shielding. You really wanna go in there?"

Alexa nodded brusquely, gathering a toolbelt around her, "Vlad, open the SMC shutters. Now. Wait for my signal to eject the core." Vlad nodded, and Bomrek and Alexa entered the Engine Room. Lillian wisely kept back with Vlad, weapons ready for another incursion.


---


Null sighed deeply, and made one, long energy blade with his fist. He took one more look at the I. Raptus subadult queen, and swept the blade through the reinforced door keeping him safe. The blade evaporated and Null started to run away, down the hall. The door shrieked open as the beast ripped it asunder and pursued. It was fast, impossibly fast. Null rolled into the shuttle, feeling the air of razor-sharp claws passing over his spine by millimeters. He phased, and came out of phase-space into a hall on the other side of the shuttle, with a bank of windows behind him. Null turned calmly, to see the Queen slam into the cockpit of the auto-piloted shuttle. He waved jauntily, and the shuttle flashed bright blue as it's Bluespace drive took the beast with it. He sighed happily, when a bloody mist coalesced behind him.

"For fuck's sake, didn't you try to kill me once already?" Null said, eyeing the vampire in the reflection.

"I appear to have failed, so I had a better idea." Crispin said, twisting his neck viciously back into place. "How about I kill the Helsbrecht and the Wizard, and you take care of the Last? So we're both even when we fight."


Null considered for a moment, cocking his head, "Well... That's a good idea. Except..."


"Except...?" Crispin repeated, irritated.


"Except the wizard is right behind you, as-" Null started to say.


"EI NATH!" Aquillion the Assassin shouted, and Crispin vanished in a puff of dust. Null grinned appreciatively under his armor.

Aquillion said, "So. It comes to us, Ninja. Either you or I kill her, finish the last human, then take on the Contender. Are you ready?"

Null turned, blades extruding from his hands, "This ends one way, Wizard. I will die, yes. But no one said who all I'd be taking with me."


A bright green flash erupted, and Aquillion and Null met in Bluespace, weapons meeting with a shower of energy. The Entity of Beyond witnessed the strikes, and contented itself to watch, though it sent it's servants back.


---


"Radio check, Bomrek, Vlad." Alexa chimed in as Bomrek removed the final plate of protection between the SM core chamber. She waved Bomrek away, and he complied readily, as their suit mounted geiger counters were off the charts. Alexa stepped into the Core Chamber. On one side, an opened blast door to space, with a long track leading to a mass driver. In the center, was a piece of Supermatter. Impossible to look at, it radiated colors and feelings that didn't exist. The strange piece of non-matter was resting on a track-cart with two handles. Alexa grabbed one and started pulling it toward the exterior mass driver.

Radiation penetrated her body, violating her on a cellular level. Still, she strained against the handles, pulling the crystal into position. "Vlad, Lil, whoever. Fire that fucker. Now."

She waited a moment, and the mass driver was silent. No movement. She waited. And waited. Finally, she pulled her spare O2 tank from it's harness and pointed the valve toward the station, bracing her back against the cart. She wrapped her arm through the cart handles, and violently kicked off the head of the O2 tank.

With a brief but powerful spurt of white gas, Alexa and the Supermatter crystal floated away from the station as it delaminated. Inside the crystal, quantum molecular structures were decaying, faster and faster. It was only a matter of time...

---

Vlad and Lillian hit the switch when Alexa beamed the order, but nothing happened. Power flickered out as the SMC drifted out of the station. They exchanged a suited glance as Bomrek entered the room. Suddenly, with a multicolored flash, Null and Aquillion appeared in the room. Null slashed, his energy blades caressing Bomrek's RIG gently, but slicing body parts off Aquillion, who gestured one handed and suddenly Null was perforated with huge, burning holes. Null reached out with one hand, and grabbed Aquillion's face, then with a green flash they vanished.

---
Safeties: Overridden
Locational Director: Overridden
Self Destruct Active


Aquillion and the badly injured Null came out of the Phase jump in a vast arena of Bluespace. The Entity beyond turned it's attention to them curiously. Null tightened his grip on the Skrell's head-tendrils, and pulled the wizard in close, "Hey, motherfucker, just wanted you to know one thing before you die."

Aquillion started forming mystic sigils with his free hand, but Null continued, "Magic ain't shit compared to high explosives, asshole. Detonate."

Null exploded. Violently. Every bone had been laced with trace amounts of high explosives, and the entire cyber-warrior blasted apart like a 1,000 lbs of dynamite. What was left of Aquillion wouldn't have filled an 8 oz. cup.
---

At the same time Null detonated, the Supermatter delaminated, it's outer matrix suffering critical failure, releasing the nigh-impossible energy contained within. The blast ripped half of the remaining station off, melting another third of it.

---


Vlad and Lillian shared a look as the blast went off while they tended to Bomrek's wounds, unaware that another enemy awaited them after escape. They moved through the blasted sections of ship til they found an escape pod, piling in together. The pod launched, heading for the nearest safe place to inhabit.


A defunct Russian Space Federation station.
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Re: The Lillian Helsbrecht Story
« Reply #183 on: September 29, 2018, 02:52:34 am »

So glad this is still going. I'm loving it!

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Re: The Lillian Helsbrecht Story
« Reply #184 on: September 29, 2018, 10:42:04 am »

Krasnyy Vokzal


The pod docked automatically, extruding a small electromagnetic containment field to protect the occupants' atmosphere as they moved into the Russian Station. Lillian keyed open the airlock, and it hissed slowly, somehow still possessing power. They carried Bomrek across awkwardly in the lessened gravity, and rested him on a nearby table. He groaned and clutched the great gashes Null had inadvertently rent across his RIG. Blood was seeping out slowly from between his fingers. Vlad took off his own RIG helmet and set to work on Bomrek's suit, carefully taking it off the wounded man. He looked at Lillian, who was sealing the airlock. His expression was grave, "We need bandages, and sutures. Something." She nodded and looked around.

The room was pretty bare. A few folding metal chairs, a half-filled cardboard box of random items, and two more doors leading deeper into the station. She tossed the contents of the box around,  but it was all useless junk. Coat hangers, picture frames, a plastic cup, and some less identifiable items of little interest. Frustrated, she pulled off her armored jacket, then tried ripping the sleeves of her jumpsuit off. The material was too tough, so she pulled off Bomrek's RIG boots, then searched his ankles. Finally, she found his boot knife, and pulled it from it's sheathe. With this, she cut her sleeves off and slit them into ragged strips, which she gave to Vlad. Vlad packed them into the wounds, but shook his head, "This material won't keep the blood in very well. We need more than this, Lil." He gestured at the doors, "Try in there, I'll stay with him."

Lillian nodded curtly and entered the foreign station, slipping her jacket back on. A long corridor stretched out before her, lined on one side with huge windows, and on the other with a massive set of red cyrillic letters on a steel wall. She muttered to herself, "I guess... We're probably in arrivals. Similar design, probably. Hopefully. How would I find Medical from Arrivals..." She reached the end of the corridor, and opened the next hatch. There was an armored checkpoint set into a T-junction. Three doors, including the one she had entered, and one on both sides of her, with the shuttered window-desk of the checkpoint in front of her. She opened the door on her left, and it led into a waiting room with nowhere else to go but into the checkpoint, which was locked. Shrugging, she pushed on, moving farther into the Russian station. She passed a cafeteria and dormitory, then came into another long corridor, again with one windowed side. These windows looked into a massive reactor chamber. She couldn't see into the shielded compartment at the center, but she was certain gravity was significantly stronger here than at Arrivals.

Lining the edges of the reactor chamber were more windows, on a few levels, and she spotted what she hoped was a Medical wing. She went back to Arrivals, where Vlad waited tensely. "Anything?" He asked.

She nodded tersely, "I think I found a medical section. It's up some stairs and quite a ways. Can he make it?"

Bomrek groaned loudly, "Fuck's sake, I have to, don't I? Get me up, I can walk." Vlad hefted the man up and slipped under his shoulder to support him. He waved Lillian on and they followed her on the arduous journey into the station, trailing spatters of blood. Inside Arrivals, a hole ripped in reality, and out stepped a dead man. He followed them at a sedate pace.

They carried Bomrek up the stairs, three flights. From there, it wasn't a far walk to Medical. Once inside, despair set in. There was almost nothing inside, all items of value had been stripped out long ago. They set Bomrek down on a roller-bed, and tore through the cabinets and cases that remained. Lillian cursed under her breathe, and checked a desk drawer near where a Cryo unit would have been. Inside was a basic medical kit. She snatched it up and handed it to Vlad, who set to work on Bomrek. As the blond man labored away, Lillian realized someone was in the doorway. A dead man.

Hector looked at her, his eyes milky-white, his flesh vacuum-puckered. She got the distinct sensation that he wasn't alone in his body, like something was in there with him. When he spoke, it reinforced that feeling, as his voice reverberated a little, "Hello, Lillian."

Vlad stopped what he was doing and looked up, shocked, and Bomrek gasped. Lillian grimaced and edged over so she was between him and them. "Hello, Hector." She said simply.

The revenant stepped forward, "I was punished for saving you. The Wraith was bound to me so there would be no further... Human mistakes. I must have your blood, Lillian. The ritual can still be completed." His hand raised, clenched in a tight fist around the hilt of a blade.

Lillian pulled her pistol and pointed it at his face, "Don't make me shoot you, Hector." He kept moving forward, and she fired. And again. And emptied the clip. His head was shattered and rent, but he still kept coming. Lillian stumbled back, into Vlad. She looked at him, and sputtered, "Get out of here, and take him with you. Find a comms system and raise the Minotaur, get Jay Wright. Get the fuck out, I'll... I'll deal with this."

Vlad eyed the slowly advancing revenant, some of the shock wearing off, "He's... Pretty slow. We could probably just walk around him." He tested his theory, wheeling Bomrek around and past Hector, who ignored them. Lillian followed suit, and they started looking for some sort of communications system. Behind them, Hector's corpse walked through the wall after them like it wasn't even there, at the same sedate pace. They looked back, and Vlad sighed, "That's going to get annoying. I think he's just after you though. I'll take Bomrek and find something, you distract the zombie."

Lillian sighed, "Why me?" She turned around, and flapped her arms in frustration, "Seriously! Why me? What's the whole deal with today?! Prophecies and shit. I'm so done." Hector reached arm's reach and slashed at her languidly. "AND WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SLOW?!"

The dead-man grunted, "I'm fighting the Wraith, slowing it down. I don't think you understand quite how much danger you are really in."

She avoided the slash easily and sighed, "Okay. I'll... Figure something out I guess." She ran down the stairs to the lowest floor of the station, then jogged a short distance, buying herself time to think. "How the fuck am I supposed to kill a goddamn ghost-monster out of my dead friend?" Lillian passed through a door, into the reactor chamber. She looked at the massive containment unit in the center. "Hold on a tick..." She murmured to herself, before walking over to the computers that controlled the reactor.

A nearby intercom crackled to life, "Hey, what are you doing down there?" Vlad said.

"I think I can trap the thing in the thing. The ghost in the black hole. I mean, the engine." She said, nonsensically.

A short pause and then Bomrek came over the comm, "I gotcha, Lillian, what do you need to do?"

"I need to open the containment shutters and, I dunno. Push him in, pretty much. Close the shutters. That's the whole plan." She looked back, and Hector was in the chamber.

It was Vlad this time, "I can read cyrilic. I'm going to leave Bomrek by the comm just in case and be down in a moment."

Lillian sighed and walked away from Hector, circling the room slowly. She called back to him, "This is just. The lamest fucking fight I've ever been in, by the way."

The corpse was silent now, and it started walking a bit faster. Lillian felt the tiniest jolt of fear, then Vlad entered the chamber. He crossed to the console and started muttering to himself.

Lillian shouted, "Vlad, hurry your shit up. I don't think we have much time." She was jogging now, and the creature was matching her pace. Vlad glanced up and paled. He jabbed a button forcefully, and one of the huge lead sheets containing the core slid up, revealing a bleak nothingness surrounded by a crackling field of energy and particle collectors. Lillian ran and positioned herself in front of the gap. "When I tell you, seal this thing back up!" She shouted, bracing herself as the revenant advanced on her swiftly.

It stabbed out, jerkily, and she dodged while grabbing it's arm and pulling. A basic judo throw was all it took, but as it passed over her, it's other hand grabbed her jacket. The gravitational force of the contained black hole caught Hector's feet, and started pulling him in. Lillian felt sheer terror as she realized there was no way she could dislodge it's hand from her. If she released it's arm, it would kill her as surely as the engine would. And if she didn't, well. She already felt the enormous force pulling at them both, and she wasn't even in the containment chamber yet. Lillian was barely hanging onto her footing, trapped in a stalemate.

The ruined corpse-monster stiffened abruptly, and spoke again through it's blasted mouth, "My hand. Take my hand." The fist with the knife unclenched, and the knife fell sideways and spaghettified as soon as it passed the containment field, turning into an insane spiral that hurt to look at. Lillian slid her grip to the creature's hand, trusting Hector for some reason. "My ring. Take my ring to her." The creature begged, and let go of her jacket. It's legs were at the very edge of the field, and were slowly elongating and twisting.

Lillian felt it let go, and grabbed desperately at it's ring as it slipped out of her grasp. She somehow managed to pull the ring off before the creature fell into the field. Of all the horrors she had witnessed, nothing was worse than what the field did to a human body. She knew she would have nightmares of this moment for the rest of her life. The plate slid shut on the horrible sight, and Lillian remained, transfixed.

Distantly she heard a voice. "Lillian? Come on. Let's go get Bomrek. Come on Lillian." Vlad tugged at her elbow. She nodded mutely and followed him mechanically.

They reached Bomrek, who cracked, "Vlad, I just realized, if you knew cyrilic, why did you send Lillian into the stati- Uh. Everything okay?" He eyed them both, and Vlad replied shortly.

"Don't ask, Bomrek. Just don't ask. Comms is up I think. We'll carry the whole roller bed up like a stretcher." The moment became silent, and solemn as Lillian opened her hand to reveal a wedding ring. Silently, she put it in a pocket and picked up one end of the bed. Together they carried Bomrek, in total silence.

---


"I don't get it. We should have received some sort of reply by now. The Minotaur was in system." Vlad said, frustrated.


Bomrek sighed, "Try changing frequency. Does it have enough power?"


Vlad snapped back, "I've tried. We've been over that. This is useless." Lillian sat in a corner of the Communications Center on one of the folding metal chairs, quiet. Vlad stood and paced, cursing.

"Here we are. The last of you." The voice was strange and startling, Vlad jumped a bit as he looked at the newcomer. A tall, dark-haired man, with a trim goatee, in black and red armor, pointing a gun at him. "I was wondering if any'd escape. Makes my job easier that you're all on here with me." Vlad put his hands up slowly, and the man nodded, "Smart kid. Nice and easy, grab your friend and roll him away from the Comms."

It appeared he didn't notice Lillian, so still and quiet was she. Vlad and Bomrek shared a glance as Vlad started to push the bed away from the console. Bomrek's hand inched down a bit, towards the Energy Pistol he had. Vlad locked the brakes on the bed and put his hands back up, "What now, guy?"

The sinister newcomer smiled easily, "Now I kill you, call my ride, and collect the prize." He raised the gun fractionally and fired. Lillian was there, though, and twisted his gun up. The burst went into the ceiling, and they struggled over the gun. Bomrek snatched out his pistol, and aimed into the melee. He switched the gun to stun and fired, repeatedly. A blast hit Lillian, and a couple hit the killer. His armor protected him, but she was poleaxed to the ground by the shock. The man twisted his gun out of her frozen grip, just as Vlad slammed into him, knocking him into the hall. They bounced off the windows, leaving a spiderweb of fractures.

The man yanked hard on Vlad's head, slamming his head into the floor. Vlad punched wildly, clipping him in the nose. Blood splattered, and they twisted and rolled. Vlad came out on top, and slapped the man in the face with something small and metal. The handtele activated, and a portal opened next to them. The man shoved Vlad off into it, and scrambled up, just as Lillian got up again. He snatched out his pistol, but she grabbed his arm and bashed it off the doorframe til he dropped the gun. He kicked off, slamming her up against the wall and taking her breathe away. She viciously headbutted his already injured nose, and he staggered back.

It was enough of an opening for her to draw her gun. He was lightning fast though, and as she fired he scurried away, around the corner. She gave chase, reloading her gun as she rounded the corner. He ducked down a side passage, and she fired again, missing again. As she rounded this corner, he ambushed her, knocking the gun out of her hand and body-slamming her against another wall. He was much larger than she, with easily a foot of height on her and a hundred pounds. She punched him in the face, and he threw her bodily. She didn't go far, rebounding off the wall with a gasp. Lillian gasped again when he kicked her in the gut, then wrapped herself around his leg and twisted, toppling him to the floor.

A vacuum-sealed case fell off his armor and popped open with the impact. Lillian snatched at the case, smashing him in the face with the metal box. He growled and grabbed her hand, prying the case from it with casual strength, then pulled a long, painful looking spiked blade out of the case. She frantically twisted her arm out of his grip and scrambled to her feet, back against an airlock door. Her fists came up, and she was struck by how screwed she was. He had superior reach, strength, size, leverage, and he was just as fast and skilled as her. He had a weapon and armor, while she had only her armored jacket.

He levelled the blade at her, "You had to fight back. Now you die bad." He lunged, and she dodged, punching viciously. He took the blow on his armor and shouldered into her, pinning her on the airlock door. He stabbed sharply, twice. She felt the blade puncture her side, though only barely, through her armor, and gasped. He reversed his grip and brought it down in an amatuerish overhanded stab at her face. Her only chance was that he wanted to hurt her before she died. She twisted, taking the stab in the upper part of her shoulder. Pure agony spiked down her arm, and she leaned forward, face to face with him quite literally.

She bit him on the face. He jolted in shock, and she clamped down again, biting a crude, ragged wound on his nose. His blood filled her mouth, and she shook her head like a rabid dog as he panicked and pushed back. Lillian didn't let go, though, and twisted as he turned, reversing their pose, putting his back to the airlock. Her free hand slapped the wall blindly, connecting with the button on the second try as she ravaged his face. He gut-punched her as the airlock opened and he fell back finally free of her bite.

Lillian yanked the blade out of her shoulder with a feral growl and leapt at him. He kicked out, and knocked her to one side, buying himself time to stand. She lunged again, and he tried to trap her arm and take the blade back. She pushed into his grab, then reversed, throwing him off balance and pulling her arm out of his grasp. She slashed brutally across his face, opening his cheek, and he bellowed in pain. She stabbed on the backhand, plunging the blade into the side of his neck, and he weakly shoved her back. She stumbled out of the airlock, then he realized he'd been played.

Lillian Helsbrecht smiled sweetly, her bloodstained teeth and mouth a terrifying sight, and playfully tapped the cycle button. The door clanged shut between them and he jumped forward, pounding at the door mutely. The outer airlock open, pulling him into space. He drifted away, a shocked look on his face, and Lillian waved, then flipped him off. She turned, and slumped. She spit out the blood, and wiped at her face with her sleeve before quietly limping her way back toward Comms. Inside, Bomrek waited, gun ready. He almost shot her, and she almost let him.

He gaped at the spectacle of her, covered in blood. She looked down at herself and jerked a thumb over her shoulder, "You should see the other guy." From behind her, she heard a chuckle, then a deep belly laugh. Vlad had returned from wherever he'd been sent, and was laughing heartily. Bomrek nervously laughed too, then joined in with real laughter after a brief moment. Finally Lillian laughed too, and they all shared the emotional release after the sudden, violent interlude. Lillian wiped tears from her eyes as the laughter wound down, and breathed deeply, "Oh fuck. Good god. Did we ever raise anyone?"

As if to reply, the console crackled to life just then, "NTMV Minotaur hailing survivors of Urist, repeat, NTMV Minotaur hailing any survivors."

They were saved.

---

They met the transport craft at the airlock Lillian had thrown the assassin out of. The doors hissed open and Jay Wright and two Death Commandos came in. Commander Wright paused at seeming them, "Wow. Lillian, you look like shit."

"Thanks, boss. Appreciate that." She sarcastically replied, "Really what I needed to cap the day off." Something bothered her, about the way they were standing. Something niggled at the back of her mind, a half forgotten phrase. "So you're gonna take us to Central now, right?" She asked, suddenly feeling guarded.

Jay looked her dead in the eyes, and she knew what was about to go down. It happened fast. She dove, as two Pulse Rifles came up, as Wright stepped behind his armored killers. Bright blue coruscating beams of energy stabbed out, one taking Bomrek in the chest and obliterating his entire thoracic cavity, the other hit Vlad a glancing blow as he tried to dodge also. Except Pulse Rifles don't do 'glancing' hits. The energetic blast vaporized a furrow of flesh across his gut, and he tumbled to the floor limply. Lillian came up next to the Commando who'd killed Bomrek, under his rifle barrel as it swung in slow motion to track her. She surged up and over, and the blast meant for her struck the other Commando in the side, blasting him from his feet. They struggled with the gun for a moment, then the big armored man body-checked her against the wall.

Lillian snarled, "I am sick and fucking tired of people trying to kill me today." She let go of the man's rifle and he jerked away. She snatched her pistol up off the floor where it had fallen in her previous fight, pressed it to the Commando's knee, and fired. He yelled in pain, and she aimed up, emptying the few remaining rounds into his abdomen. He clattered to the floor, and she slapped a new magazine into the gun smoothly as Jay Wright tried to slip into the transport. She aimed at him, "No. No, we're going to sort this shit out. On the ground, now." He obediently dropped to the floor and put his hands on his head. She put a round into both of the Commando corpses, just to be sure, then walked over to Jay and fished in her pockets.

She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed Wright. "You're under arrest for attempted murder, murder, conspiracy, and probably a shitload of other stuff."

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I'm not sure how to end this. I'm going to sit on the Epilogue.
Logged
Well, we could put two and two together and write a book: "The Shit that Hans and Max Did: You Won't Believe This Shit."
He's fucking with us.
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