"There is an alternative." He didn't mention it before, because it was not within his parameters to fulfill. "The ship we were on before. It only needed a fresh MicroCell." It could help her to escape from both the doctor and the UC, greatly improving her odds. The problem was the specimen that had been unleashed on this planet. Glancing at the wall he knew that he could hack into the system and learn about the creatures, but she didn't have clearance for that. "I hadn't mentioned it before, because I'm unable to help you and the likeliness of your survival without help is only a 4.8 out of a hundred."
Continued from X
''First timer eh?'' by Slim-Charles
Who I am
The whistle blew out it's shrill order before an officer shouted from somewhere along the line. "Up and over lads!"
Which sound was worse he could not say. Both held equal dread for a man and yet still they all did their duty and clambered to the top. Up and over to see what they could do in the never-ending tug-of-war of taking and retaking the same trenches. As always, the UC Highlanders were the first over the top. The first into the fray. Brothers and sisters fell all around him. To his left and to his right, but still they pressed onwards into the fire with a bravery few could ever hope to possess. "Mech!" Someone cried out and he just caught the sight of the machine coming up over the crest of the hill before it let loose a hellstorm of missiles in their direction. - He didn't remember much of what happened after that. Only that he was sent arse over end when the missiles hit and darkness. Coming to now he tried his best to move but found himself entangled in a mess of barbed wire. Oh, bloody hell. This wasn't good. He'd seen a few poor bastards go out this way -entangled and trapped with no hope of rescue- and he had no desire to be one of them. He gave another tug of his arm only to feel the barbed wire rip into his skin through his uniform. Oh, no. He didn't think he was getting out of this one so easily. The battle at least seemed to be over. Both Freestar and UC bodies alike littered the fields of no man's land and too many bodies of his fellow highlanders for his liking but numbered just the same Freestar soldiers. He had a little time to access his situation. Taking a look over himself he felt fortunate to have his limbs still intact, but as his gaze traveled down his left arm, he noticed he was missing a couple fingers, steady stream of blood flowing still. It only made him try to escape once more, but the wire just cut deeper into him, tangled worse around him. He wasn't getting out of this on his own. Lowering his head in defeat he realized how woozy he felt all of a sudden, his hair wet with muddy water and blood falling into his eyes like messy black yarn made him feel like a twisted sort of scarecrow, all trussed up in barbed wire.
Continued from X
using this site
"Evil? Would that be because human morals have aesthetics?" He had always found human dilemma to be quite amusing. It was quite simple to him. But then what did he know? Someone had programmed him to be simple. He never quite knew if his thoughts were his own or if they belonged to someone else. "Very well, Captain. I can tend to your ship for you until you've decided what to do with me." It was a relief in its own way. His programming had him itching to get back to work. "Danger is of little consequence to me. I can always be repaired."
"I apologize for being an inconvenience, David." He folded his hands behind his back and regarded the security that had complained about him being a nuisance. "Yes, a UC scientist sent me here to aid the miners but I'm afraid I seem to have failed that directive." A shame as he had no intentions of causing trouble. He had been sent here to aid the miners not to get in their way. Although... it was entirely possible the UC was cutting costs by using him in certain areas. "My own directive? My own directive..." It was a curious request and one that he had never really considered or been asked before. "I should like to help humanity, David. However, I may, but I'm afraid I may be scrapped for failing my previous directive."
It's letting go.
Caz inhaled sharply upon seeing the smoke cannister, because he feared what it might do to the parasite. It could easily irritate the creature and if it were irritated there was no telling how it was going to react. That fog was undoubtedly going to go straight into the vents where the creature was. It was not so much out of concern for the pirates themselves, but rather the damage that they could do if they carried the parasite along with them to other planets. "I should like to politely ask you to leave before any further harm to property or person is done." He had to issue his warning first or he could not act. It was against his protocols. He quickly glanced at the sample. Still analyzing. Almost done. He just needed to stall them long enough to get that sample properly secured.
He selected the first EM weapon that he could get his hands on, checked it over and decided that this would be the best option if he had to use one even if the pirates wouldn't show them the same curtesy. Weapon in hand he hurried back to the makeshift lab to check in on the sample and the progress that it was making. He needed to know more about the creature. "In the lab with the sample waiting for it to analyze. I've acquired the EM rifle." He informed over the nearest intercom. It seemed that now was the moment of truth as the humans so often liked to phrase it. Those pirates were going to come through here and they were going to have to do their best to stop them causing too much damage.