Winding Down.....Only to pick up again.
"Inevitibly, instabilities begin to appear." - Ian Malcolm. Instabilitiy, the thing chaos thrives off.
Chaos could have been his middle name, if he had a name. He had been unruly the last time he'd cut down anything in his way, and according to the Chaos factor things would almost never repeat, they indefinately got worse. This was the case in 626's favor. When he was on Chenadiss he felt he had destroyed needlessly, and that was true. But what had happened was different, he killed because he had to, he killed because he had to survive. The things and Zri were different, they were lifeless, power hungry pigs, and that is why they were dead.
Jumba heard the whole story from 626. He found the answers filling and just, but from his own conclusions they seemed to fit. He removed the implant from 327 and himself.
He was contemplating his actions. Thinking, about what he'd done, and what he still had to do. He also thought about it from a military view, what went wrong, what he could have done better. He had no remorse for Zri, no empty feeling, no emotions toward him. Zri was dead now, gone, he was no longer his troubles. Althoug he could not see into the future he had a gut instinct that he would soon be swept up into another ordeal with the 'Agency' as Zri qouted. He knew they would send a someone to pick up on the trail where Zri had left off. He got tired of sitting and doing nothing, he had some work to do. He got up from his bed and went into the controll room.
The chair was hard on his bruised bottom, the impact from the escape pod had given him a huge bruise. He fought the pain and went into the mainstream. He first went to a search engine and look for the 'Agency'. There was no listing. He hacked into the engine's main frame and searched from there, still nothing. He was surprized, the way Zri pronounced it, it sounded like a huge corporation. Yet there was nothing, so far they were a phantom scociety, and he wanted answers. He dicided the best way to find them was to pick the mainstream apart by hand, and that would take a long time.
Five hours, five hour and nothing. He removed himself from the chair, and rubbed his bleary eyes. He though the 'Agency' was an unexistant orginization, or they were well covered. He needed answers, if they would try again or not. He walked down the hall to Jumba's testing lab. He was inside, hunched over a microscope, looking at something. He cautiosly approached. "This is amazing!" Jumba exclaimed. "Hmmmm..." 626 said, startling him. "The syrum that Zri made is ingenous, it renews the dead tissue. Then when the computer chip is installed the micro-organisms respon to certain electrical impulses, which the computer sends out. The microchip acts like the brain, they both send out pulses to make certain muscles respond. He knew alot, almost too much." Jumba complimented. 626 gave an innocent look, "And that's what made the things move?" "Yes." Jumba resumed his work. "I have a question." 626 said. "Shoot." Jumba answered while writing down several things on a notepad. "The 'Agency', what is it?" Jumba gave a suspicious look,"Where did you hear that?" "Zri." 626 replied. Jumba grunted.
"Well, 626, it looks like you've been swept up in this too." Jumba sighed. 626 offered a 'what the heck' look. Jumba sighed again, "The 'Agency' is a secret corporation thet invests in tecnonlocical advancements, preferably one with military benifit. They built this complex for research and developement of super soldier assets. I recieved a letter of special interests from them after I made a huge discovery in the alterations of molecular physics. I was foolish enough to sign on. Soon after I moved here, and they demanded that I come up with an invincilbe life form. They didn't care how long it took or how much it cost, they wanted it. I did so for several years, then they came to take an experiment for assesment, as soon as they did I told them I wouldn't work for them, unless they respected that the experiments were living breathing things that have their own lives, they wouldn't agree. So they cut my funding and left me alone. I had 327 hack into the Galactic Bank of Funds for Science or GBFS. She tranfered several million credits to my account. I continued my experiments. And thus you, they used Zri to get to me and then to try and get you. They failed, and they do not give up easily, they will be back. To try again, they will try untill they succede." Jumba sighed again. 626 thought, "There must be something we can do." Jumba had a look of despair, "No there is nothing, nothing. They will get you, my ultimate warrior." His face lit up, "Ulitamate warrior! 626 you are a genious!" Jumba hurried to finish up his experiment. 626 watched, "There must be a front for the corporation, do they do anything on the side?" Jumba took a few second to reply, "That 626, is a mystery, the special agents who have successfully infiltrated dissappeared. Now, if I know them as well as I think I do they have already organized a special ops force and have already planned an attack." Jumba shut down the computer and left for the controll room, 626 in close pursuit.
Jumba activated all the security systems, the door locks, the motion sensors, and the electronic disruptor. The only chance they would have was their weapons, and with 626 running arround they were better off dead."Best bet they will come at night," 626 said from across the room. "They'll think they have the advantage and they'll use it." Jumba continued for him. "All we have to do is repell them." Jumba said smugly while looking at 626. "No, not really,". Jumba gave a confused look. "They will also be after any data that you had acumulated, any test chemicals and any other thing they can get their hands on." Jumba hadn't thought of that, he had an amazed expression."Anything else while you're at it?" "Yes, actually. The ops forces will try and take live prisoners, or any experiments for questioning and testing." Jumba was now speachless, "How do you know all this?" 626 gave a wry smile, "Books, and it's also standard procedures for all raids and military operations."
"626, from where I sit it sounds like this will not be easy." Jumba moaned. "Nothing ever is." said 626 philosophically. "After this," Jumba started "Someone will be getting suspicious, this would be the second mishap in the lab complex. I'd hate to have to pack everything up and go, but that's the way it might be. The dealer leaves us with all the low cards, we have to lay low untill we get a good hand, or straight out fold." he sighed.
* **
The tall thin alien stared at the mirror, he saw himself. He was young, 20 Earth years of age. He had a long head, like Zri's, in fact he was of the same species of him. No one would have suspected him to be the head of the 'Agency' as the outside world called it. The real name of the corp. was Galactic Federation of Illegal Arms, or GFIA (They also dealt with all illegal goods). He was learning the roots for for being a part of the Galactic Federation's Council, (not GFIA) from his aunt, Alkeldia Oniedia (Grand Council Woman from Lilo and Stitch). No one went to school, they learned first hand, as an apprentice. This was all in the plan.
He would wait untill a question in the decisive powers of the all powerful Federation would arise, then take controll for a little while, make the system seem stable, then crash it down. He had ordered an army of soldiers for the invasion of Turo, he had several scientist working to find the ultimate soldier. A contact named Zri believed he'd found it. The genetic Doctor, Dr. Jumba Jookiba is said to have the ulimate warrior, somewhere deep in his lab. Dr. Jumba was a previos employee for the GFIA, he'd had a moral revelation and resigned. But somehow he had continued with his experiments, he had funding from somewhere, that meant competition, competition meant people would die, even if thet meant Dr. Jumba.
Darfinis Maurader was the alien standing in his room, waiting for the daily relay of information from the GFIA. He sat in the chair in the corner, facing the door. He was thinking about something, he had several loyal scientists in the Labs known as SCOTA, Scientists Center of Technological Advancements. There were eight seperate labs in all, counting Jumba's. He hoped Zri would come through. The door was knocked on. "Come in." he said. A short black alien wearing formal attire walked in, a small envelope under his stocky arm. Darfinis stood up, "The news, I presume." "Yes Sir." the alien replied. He handed the envelope to him and left the room. Darfinis sat down in the chair and opened the envelope. He immediately saw the bold red lettering, 'Immediate Meeting of the Generals.', that was not good, last time this happened their Secret Lab under the warehouses on Chenadiss was blown sky high. The loss of the warehouses set them back as far as eight years, eight years. He continued to read. The text explained the destruction of Zri's lab and his presumed death, now they had no connection to Jumba, they would have to send a strike team in. Another nock on the door, he fumbled with the papers. Thinking of the quickest excuse, "I'm not dressed, don't come in." he said flatly. "Darfinis?" it was his aunt. "Yes." he replied. "You do remember that the Council is holding an audit this evening." she said from the other side of the door, he voice was muffled. "Yes auntie." he said childly. "And I expect you won't be late this time." "I'll be there on time." he said, a tone of aggrevation in his voice. "I'll see you at eight." Alkeldia said, as she walked down the hall. He retrieved the ruffled papers from the chair and continued reading.
* * * Secret Base under the surface of Turo: 2500 hours
In a small room deep from the Turian surface lay a huge Military base. Not the Turo Planetary gaurd or the Army's top secret 'area 51', this was a base filled with evil and greed. Men who wuled th galaxy based on how many Council members they had in thier pocket and teh polutaion that supported them due to drug trafficking. Behind the steel doors that blocked the exit, behind the electronic surveilence, through all the miles of winding halls, far from the medical bay, lay a meeting room.
Inside the long rectangular room filled with file cabnets and old tattered papers was a table. The room was lit in a dull light, like a shady corner of a bar. It would seem right if the room had a haze arround the six occupant inside, like the smoke from many cigars. They looked at eachother for a minute. The dead silence in the air was eerie, no noise from anywhere.
The silence was broke, "Let's make this quick, gentlemen," Darfinis spoke up "If I'm gone for too long, they will thing I'm dead or another faximily there of. It's not easy to slip from the ever watchful eyes of the Council." He spoke with a cold tone of ice. A short stocky alien stood up. He was a light blue with a small round head that lead straight into his chest, his species had almost no neck. A general's hat decorated with two medals sat upon his head, his chest was also decorated with ornate medals. He was a retired General of the Turian national gaurd. He graduated from the school for the defence of the galaxy, not exactly WestPoint, but just as good. He'd quickly advanced through the ranks and up to his goal, to be a general.
"Good evening, My name is Skeff Mafx, General and commander of the small, but effective army we have under us. At arround mid-day two days ago our only contact, that provided us info on the successful Dr. Jumba, was killed, his ship burned up in the atmosphere. And his lab was destroyed." he said in a rough voice. Darfinis continued for him, "And Zri was our only man with the capabilities to make an ultimate warrior, besides Dr. Jumba, who's unique dna reformation method he was trying to get at. Dr. Jumba worked for us at one time, then he resigned. It is rumored he has several of these warriors, which he does nothing with, a sad waste for such power. And if we are going to succede with the plans for a one Galactic Government we must take action and retrieve one of these great species." he finished with a sigh.
The other four occupants in the room were the best trained special ops troops, they held skeptical faces. One spoke up, "And if this warrior exists, what are we supposed to do? Let it take potshots at us?, if it is invincible like you say there is no way to capture it." he huffed. General Skeff sighed, "Your armnaments will include stun nerve agents and several non lethal tranqulizers, along with your standard gear." The Ops whispered back an forth. "What arms will this thing have?" They asked simultaneously. "Your weapons will be superior." the General said smugly. "Any kind of sentry weapons in this lab?" "No, just cameras, which is why the controll room is the first area you must secure." "Does the Doctor have a private army?" General Skeff's expression of triumph dissappeared, "He needs not any army, he has the Ultimate soldier." "And what will we be getting?" "At least a blood sample of the thing, better if you bring in a live prisoner, or deceaced body." "When do we commence the assault?" "Tomorrow night." the General smiled.
* * *
Nothing had happened that night. While he was waiting he floated in and out of sleep, the only though in his mind was not of the assault team that never came it was of the 'Demon Dogs'. The bodies were gone, that meant they were still out there. He though of what could have happened. Maybe the sryrum revived the brain and they ran off into the forest outside the rear of the lab. He hoped they got caught in a trash compactor somewhere.
626 felt the fatigue set in, he tried to stay awake. His eye lids felt like lead weights, he could barely move his arms they were so heavy. His head nodded from lack of sleep, he woke himself. Then slowly slipped off into sleep.
A flat plain passed by under him, he couldn't smell the ever present grass, he was dreaming. Then suddenly he stopped. A huge building rose up infront of him, it looked like two buildings, one on top of the other. The architecture looked like something from a Gothic Catherdral, the gargoyels seemed to stare into eternity, the grim scowls on their faces was spooky. The windows were dark and looke like a void, deep and unending. The gray stone absorbed the light from everywhere. A tower sat on the top, a radio tower. The arches were decorated with the vine like archetecture, they seemed to reach off the building and take hold onto the other structures arround it. The building errupted into flames, fire shot out of all the orifices on the towering inferno. It smoldered into a pile of black dust and blew away in the wind.
He was violently awakened when he was stepped on. All the air was thrust from his lungs and the weight continued to pile on. He felt like he was in a compactor. He couldn't breath the only sound he managed to make was a squeak, it sounded more like a yip though. The weight was all thrown off him and he breathed heavily, the air felt good going into his deprived lungs. He opened his eyes and looked into two more eyes that he was used to seeing. "Sorry about that, 626." Jumba grumbled, "Didn't see you down there." 626 could tell when Jumba was angry, and he was now. He didn't bother to ask, he knew it had something to do with 625. He followed him down the hall and into the kitchen.
Inside the somewhat large kitchen with white walls was 327 and several other experiments that he'd seen once or twice before. All of them seemed to have a haze of gloom over their heads, like a stiff rain. He was the only one in the room that bore an expression of happiness, which bothered him. He slowly adjusted to the mood of the sad room, he didn't know why, he just did. What everyone in the room needed was a good drink, like some vodka to wake them up. He sighed and took his usual seat by 327 and 625. He glanced over at 625. "Hey, it wasn't me." 625 snapped, he knew what 626 was staring for. He grabbed one of the doughnuts on the plater in the center of the small table and started munching. He talked with anyone who wanted to talk, discussing things from making the perfect doughnut to how to properly sight a target with a mortar. A thought grew in his mind as he did. It was that he'd better be ready to repel anthing they threw at him. And that they would probably come tonight, he had a gut feeling of this. He talked for several more minutes and then excused himself.
Several hours later he took a look at the scematics of the entire lab. He was looking for easy entrance points, skylights and windows were on first priority. The only skylights were in the bathroom, they looked pretty big from the blueprints, big enough to get into at least. There were no windows in any part of the lab at all, so other that the skylight and the front door, there was no was inside. At least for anything over two meters.
He was foucusing more on the bathroom that the front door, but if he knew his adviscaries they would have another route inside. He went through Jumba's small armory again, he opened more crates, and found more Earth weapons. Among the straw and wood he found three Claymore mines, two Mk2 Hand-grenades, and a red light flare. The Claymores were either trip or remote detonation. They were deadly mines, exploding outward in the chosen dirrection, they spewed out tiny pieces of shrapnel. If you stood within the three meter sure killzone, your skin would be ripped off by the tiny shrapnel chunks, then burned. The Mk2 grenades were British made in WWII, they were packed with five ounces of C-4 explosives and had a fairly large kill radius, inapropriate for the lab. They would destroy everthing in the room in which they were thrown. The flare was, a flare that had a red light instead of white.
He layed the Claymore facing up to the skylight, so the entering troops would be killed. He decided that remote detonation would be best, soes that no experiment would trip the wire and get hurt. Other than throwing the grenades like a ball, he saw no reason to detonate them. He put them on a crate that was in his room, for later. He thought about putting everybody in the safe room, but then if they got through there was nothing he could do, and they would certainly be captured. He thought they were best uninvolved.
With three more hours till dark he had nothing else to do. He went into the small room that was the library. 327, ironically, was inside. She was sitting on a couch in the corner. He sat down besides her and glanced at the book she was reading. She looked over at him and noticed an air of uncertainty hung over him. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "Hmmm, me?, no not really, I don't think so." he mumbled. She knew there was something up with him, something he wasn't telling her. She moved closer, hoping to make him relax and fell safe. He did the same. As he got closer she felt a coldness upon him, like the icy hand of death had touched him. "626 there is some thing wrong, your as cold as ice and your shivering. Tell me what's the matter." He realized she was right, "I don't know, I just don't know." he hunched over and shivered. "You're sick, is that it? do you feel ok?" "No I'm not sick, I just fell empty, like there is a hole inside or something. There is something I'm missing, something more that what I already have. The more I think about it the worse I feel." he shivered again. This was new to 327, she had always felt content and happy, no matter what. She'd never felt that hole 626 was talking about, she didn't doubt it existed though. "626 let me take you to your room for a rest, sleep could do you good." He grunted in protest but eventually gave in.
* * *
"Now listen up you incompetent sons of a nryark, this is how we will do this!" General Skeff shouted. All millitary officers in any service used vile language and insults on the troops, just to intimidate them. There were sixteen troops in front of him, the best Special Ops. All were arranged in lines of four by four, standing at attention. They were all of the same species, the Grifdyke.
The Grifdyke were credited for being the most staminated and Militarily advanced. They stood arround one and a third meter. They had blue scaly skin, and thick stocky arms that ended with six fingers. The faces were almost flat, with a rounded appearence. Their eyes were black and set in. The nose was only two holes in the face, almost flush to it. They had a history of violence. They were enslaved several times in their history, and violently, with the cost of millions of lives, broke free. They soon developed unique fighting tactics, brutal as they seemed it worked for them. This is why they were chosen for the assault.
General Skeff's voice was the only sound in the war room. "Team one will be backup for any team that need help. Team two will enter throught the skylight and secure the controll room. Team three will use the holer and get in throught the south wall, they then will clear all the rooms in sector 1, and rodevouis with team four. Team four will come in through the front door and take care of sector two and then meet up with team three. There will ba a transport ship with the comms personell inside. You will have weapons that are set to stun, do not hesitate to stun anything in your way. After the main assault, all teams are to search all the rooms thouroughly. After that We'll send in a containmet squad to get the stunned occupants. Is this clear gentlemen?" "Yes sir!" all sixtenn roared. "You have four hours," Skeff said, "Get ready." All the Ops soldiers shuffled out.
The assult was soon going to begin.
"Inevitibly, instabilities begin to appear." - Ian Malcolm. Instabilitiy, the thing chaos thrives off.
Chaos could have been his middle name, if he had a name. He had been unruly the last time he'd cut down anything in his way, and according to the Chaos factor things would almost never repeat, they indefinately got worse. This was the case in 626's favor. When he was on Chenadiss he felt he had destroyed needlessly, and that was true. But what had happened was different, he killed because he had to, he killed because he had to survive. The things and Zri were different, they were lifeless, power hungry pigs, and that is why they were dead.
Jumba heard the whole story from 626. He found the answers filling and just, but from his own conclusions they seemed to fit. He removed the implant from 327 and himself.
He was contemplating his actions. Thinking, about what he'd done, and what he still had to do. He also thought about it from a military view, what went wrong, what he could have done better. He had no remorse for Zri, no empty feeling, no emotions toward him. Zri was dead now, gone, he was no longer his troubles. Althoug he could not see into the future he had a gut instinct that he would soon be swept up into another ordeal with the 'Agency' as Zri qouted. He knew they would send a someone to pick up on the trail where Zri had left off. He got tired of sitting and doing nothing, he had some work to do. He got up from his bed and went into the controll room.
The chair was hard on his bruised bottom, the impact from the escape pod had given him a huge bruise. He fought the pain and went into the mainstream. He first went to a search engine and look for the 'Agency'. There was no listing. He hacked into the engine's main frame and searched from there, still nothing. He was surprized, the way Zri pronounced it, it sounded like a huge corporation. Yet there was nothing, so far they were a phantom scociety, and he wanted answers. He dicided the best way to find them was to pick the mainstream apart by hand, and that would take a long time.
Five hours, five hour and nothing. He removed himself from the chair, and rubbed his bleary eyes. He though the 'Agency' was an unexistant orginization, or they were well covered. He needed answers, if they would try again or not. He walked down the hall to Jumba's testing lab. He was inside, hunched over a microscope, looking at something. He cautiosly approached. "This is amazing!" Jumba exclaimed. "Hmmmm..." 626 said, startling him. "The syrum that Zri made is ingenous, it renews the dead tissue. Then when the computer chip is installed the micro-organisms respon to certain electrical impulses, which the computer sends out. The microchip acts like the brain, they both send out pulses to make certain muscles respond. He knew alot, almost too much." Jumba complimented. 626 gave an innocent look, "And that's what made the things move?" "Yes." Jumba resumed his work. "I have a question." 626 said. "Shoot." Jumba answered while writing down several things on a notepad. "The 'Agency', what is it?" Jumba gave a suspicious look,"Where did you hear that?" "Zri." 626 replied. Jumba grunted.
"Well, 626, it looks like you've been swept up in this too." Jumba sighed. 626 offered a 'what the heck' look. Jumba sighed again, "The 'Agency' is a secret corporation thet invests in tecnonlocical advancements, preferably one with military benifit. They built this complex for research and developement of super soldier assets. I recieved a letter of special interests from them after I made a huge discovery in the alterations of molecular physics. I was foolish enough to sign on. Soon after I moved here, and they demanded that I come up with an invincilbe life form. They didn't care how long it took or how much it cost, they wanted it. I did so for several years, then they came to take an experiment for assesment, as soon as they did I told them I wouldn't work for them, unless they respected that the experiments were living breathing things that have their own lives, they wouldn't agree. So they cut my funding and left me alone. I had 327 hack into the Galactic Bank of Funds for Science or GBFS. She tranfered several million credits to my account. I continued my experiments. And thus you, they used Zri to get to me and then to try and get you. They failed, and they do not give up easily, they will be back. To try again, they will try untill they succede." Jumba sighed again. 626 thought, "There must be something we can do." Jumba had a look of despair, "No there is nothing, nothing. They will get you, my ultimate warrior." His face lit up, "Ulitamate warrior! 626 you are a genious!" Jumba hurried to finish up his experiment. 626 watched, "There must be a front for the corporation, do they do anything on the side?" Jumba took a few second to reply, "That 626, is a mystery, the special agents who have successfully infiltrated dissappeared. Now, if I know them as well as I think I do they have already organized a special ops force and have already planned an attack." Jumba shut down the computer and left for the controll room, 626 in close pursuit.
Jumba activated all the security systems, the door locks, the motion sensors, and the electronic disruptor. The only chance they would have was their weapons, and with 626 running arround they were better off dead."Best bet they will come at night," 626 said from across the room. "They'll think they have the advantage and they'll use it." Jumba continued for him. "All we have to do is repell them." Jumba said smugly while looking at 626. "No, not really,". Jumba gave a confused look. "They will also be after any data that you had acumulated, any test chemicals and any other thing they can get their hands on." Jumba hadn't thought of that, he had an amazed expression."Anything else while you're at it?" "Yes, actually. The ops forces will try and take live prisoners, or any experiments for questioning and testing." Jumba was now speachless, "How do you know all this?" 626 gave a wry smile, "Books, and it's also standard procedures for all raids and military operations."
"626, from where I sit it sounds like this will not be easy." Jumba moaned. "Nothing ever is." said 626 philosophically. "After this," Jumba started "Someone will be getting suspicious, this would be the second mishap in the lab complex. I'd hate to have to pack everything up and go, but that's the way it might be. The dealer leaves us with all the low cards, we have to lay low untill we get a good hand, or straight out fold." he sighed.
* **
The tall thin alien stared at the mirror, he saw himself. He was young, 20 Earth years of age. He had a long head, like Zri's, in fact he was of the same species of him. No one would have suspected him to be the head of the 'Agency' as the outside world called it. The real name of the corp. was Galactic Federation of Illegal Arms, or GFIA (They also dealt with all illegal goods). He was learning the roots for for being a part of the Galactic Federation's Council, (not GFIA) from his aunt, Alkeldia Oniedia (Grand Council Woman from Lilo and Stitch). No one went to school, they learned first hand, as an apprentice. This was all in the plan.
He would wait untill a question in the decisive powers of the all powerful Federation would arise, then take controll for a little while, make the system seem stable, then crash it down. He had ordered an army of soldiers for the invasion of Turo, he had several scientist working to find the ultimate soldier. A contact named Zri believed he'd found it. The genetic Doctor, Dr. Jumba Jookiba is said to have the ulimate warrior, somewhere deep in his lab. Dr. Jumba was a previos employee for the GFIA, he'd had a moral revelation and resigned. But somehow he had continued with his experiments, he had funding from somewhere, that meant competition, competition meant people would die, even if thet meant Dr. Jumba.
Darfinis Maurader was the alien standing in his room, waiting for the daily relay of information from the GFIA. He sat in the chair in the corner, facing the door. He was thinking about something, he had several loyal scientists in the Labs known as SCOTA, Scientists Center of Technological Advancements. There were eight seperate labs in all, counting Jumba's. He hoped Zri would come through. The door was knocked on. "Come in." he said. A short black alien wearing formal attire walked in, a small envelope under his stocky arm. Darfinis stood up, "The news, I presume." "Yes Sir." the alien replied. He handed the envelope to him and left the room. Darfinis sat down in the chair and opened the envelope. He immediately saw the bold red lettering, 'Immediate Meeting of the Generals.', that was not good, last time this happened their Secret Lab under the warehouses on Chenadiss was blown sky high. The loss of the warehouses set them back as far as eight years, eight years. He continued to read. The text explained the destruction of Zri's lab and his presumed death, now they had no connection to Jumba, they would have to send a strike team in. Another nock on the door, he fumbled with the papers. Thinking of the quickest excuse, "I'm not dressed, don't come in." he said flatly. "Darfinis?" it was his aunt. "Yes." he replied. "You do remember that the Council is holding an audit this evening." she said from the other side of the door, he voice was muffled. "Yes auntie." he said childly. "And I expect you won't be late this time." "I'll be there on time." he said, a tone of aggrevation in his voice. "I'll see you at eight." Alkeldia said, as she walked down the hall. He retrieved the ruffled papers from the chair and continued reading.
* * * Secret Base under the surface of Turo: 2500 hours
In a small room deep from the Turian surface lay a huge Military base. Not the Turo Planetary gaurd or the Army's top secret 'area 51', this was a base filled with evil and greed. Men who wuled th galaxy based on how many Council members they had in thier pocket and teh polutaion that supported them due to drug trafficking. Behind the steel doors that blocked the exit, behind the electronic surveilence, through all the miles of winding halls, far from the medical bay, lay a meeting room.
Inside the long rectangular room filled with file cabnets and old tattered papers was a table. The room was lit in a dull light, like a shady corner of a bar. It would seem right if the room had a haze arround the six occupant inside, like the smoke from many cigars. They looked at eachother for a minute. The dead silence in the air was eerie, no noise from anywhere.
The silence was broke, "Let's make this quick, gentlemen," Darfinis spoke up "If I'm gone for too long, they will thing I'm dead or another faximily there of. It's not easy to slip from the ever watchful eyes of the Council." He spoke with a cold tone of ice. A short stocky alien stood up. He was a light blue with a small round head that lead straight into his chest, his species had almost no neck. A general's hat decorated with two medals sat upon his head, his chest was also decorated with ornate medals. He was a retired General of the Turian national gaurd. He graduated from the school for the defence of the galaxy, not exactly WestPoint, but just as good. He'd quickly advanced through the ranks and up to his goal, to be a general.
"Good evening, My name is Skeff Mafx, General and commander of the small, but effective army we have under us. At arround mid-day two days ago our only contact, that provided us info on the successful Dr. Jumba, was killed, his ship burned up in the atmosphere. And his lab was destroyed." he said in a rough voice. Darfinis continued for him, "And Zri was our only man with the capabilities to make an ultimate warrior, besides Dr. Jumba, who's unique dna reformation method he was trying to get at. Dr. Jumba worked for us at one time, then he resigned. It is rumored he has several of these warriors, which he does nothing with, a sad waste for such power. And if we are going to succede with the plans for a one Galactic Government we must take action and retrieve one of these great species." he finished with a sigh.
The other four occupants in the room were the best trained special ops troops, they held skeptical faces. One spoke up, "And if this warrior exists, what are we supposed to do? Let it take potshots at us?, if it is invincible like you say there is no way to capture it." he huffed. General Skeff sighed, "Your armnaments will include stun nerve agents and several non lethal tranqulizers, along with your standard gear." The Ops whispered back an forth. "What arms will this thing have?" They asked simultaneously. "Your weapons will be superior." the General said smugly. "Any kind of sentry weapons in this lab?" "No, just cameras, which is why the controll room is the first area you must secure." "Does the Doctor have a private army?" General Skeff's expression of triumph dissappeared, "He needs not any army, he has the Ultimate soldier." "And what will we be getting?" "At least a blood sample of the thing, better if you bring in a live prisoner, or deceaced body." "When do we commence the assault?" "Tomorrow night." the General smiled.
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Nothing had happened that night. While he was waiting he floated in and out of sleep, the only though in his mind was not of the assault team that never came it was of the 'Demon Dogs'. The bodies were gone, that meant they were still out there. He though of what could have happened. Maybe the sryrum revived the brain and they ran off into the forest outside the rear of the lab. He hoped they got caught in a trash compactor somewhere.
626 felt the fatigue set in, he tried to stay awake. His eye lids felt like lead weights, he could barely move his arms they were so heavy. His head nodded from lack of sleep, he woke himself. Then slowly slipped off into sleep.
A flat plain passed by under him, he couldn't smell the ever present grass, he was dreaming. Then suddenly he stopped. A huge building rose up infront of him, it looked like two buildings, one on top of the other. The architecture looked like something from a Gothic Catherdral, the gargoyels seemed to stare into eternity, the grim scowls on their faces was spooky. The windows were dark and looke like a void, deep and unending. The gray stone absorbed the light from everywhere. A tower sat on the top, a radio tower. The arches were decorated with the vine like archetecture, they seemed to reach off the building and take hold onto the other structures arround it. The building errupted into flames, fire shot out of all the orifices on the towering inferno. It smoldered into a pile of black dust and blew away in the wind.
He was violently awakened when he was stepped on. All the air was thrust from his lungs and the weight continued to pile on. He felt like he was in a compactor. He couldn't breath the only sound he managed to make was a squeak, it sounded more like a yip though. The weight was all thrown off him and he breathed heavily, the air felt good going into his deprived lungs. He opened his eyes and looked into two more eyes that he was used to seeing. "Sorry about that, 626." Jumba grumbled, "Didn't see you down there." 626 could tell when Jumba was angry, and he was now. He didn't bother to ask, he knew it had something to do with 625. He followed him down the hall and into the kitchen.
Inside the somewhat large kitchen with white walls was 327 and several other experiments that he'd seen once or twice before. All of them seemed to have a haze of gloom over their heads, like a stiff rain. He was the only one in the room that bore an expression of happiness, which bothered him. He slowly adjusted to the mood of the sad room, he didn't know why, he just did. What everyone in the room needed was a good drink, like some vodka to wake them up. He sighed and took his usual seat by 327 and 625. He glanced over at 625. "Hey, it wasn't me." 625 snapped, he knew what 626 was staring for. He grabbed one of the doughnuts on the plater in the center of the small table and started munching. He talked with anyone who wanted to talk, discussing things from making the perfect doughnut to how to properly sight a target with a mortar. A thought grew in his mind as he did. It was that he'd better be ready to repel anthing they threw at him. And that they would probably come tonight, he had a gut feeling of this. He talked for several more minutes and then excused himself.
Several hours later he took a look at the scematics of the entire lab. He was looking for easy entrance points, skylights and windows were on first priority. The only skylights were in the bathroom, they looked pretty big from the blueprints, big enough to get into at least. There were no windows in any part of the lab at all, so other that the skylight and the front door, there was no was inside. At least for anything over two meters.
He was foucusing more on the bathroom that the front door, but if he knew his adviscaries they would have another route inside. He went through Jumba's small armory again, he opened more crates, and found more Earth weapons. Among the straw and wood he found three Claymore mines, two Mk2 Hand-grenades, and a red light flare. The Claymores were either trip or remote detonation. They were deadly mines, exploding outward in the chosen dirrection, they spewed out tiny pieces of shrapnel. If you stood within the three meter sure killzone, your skin would be ripped off by the tiny shrapnel chunks, then burned. The Mk2 grenades were British made in WWII, they were packed with five ounces of C-4 explosives and had a fairly large kill radius, inapropriate for the lab. They would destroy everthing in the room in which they were thrown. The flare was, a flare that had a red light instead of white.
He layed the Claymore facing up to the skylight, so the entering troops would be killed. He decided that remote detonation would be best, soes that no experiment would trip the wire and get hurt. Other than throwing the grenades like a ball, he saw no reason to detonate them. He put them on a crate that was in his room, for later. He thought about putting everybody in the safe room, but then if they got through there was nothing he could do, and they would certainly be captured. He thought they were best uninvolved.
With three more hours till dark he had nothing else to do. He went into the small room that was the library. 327, ironically, was inside. She was sitting on a couch in the corner. He sat down besides her and glanced at the book she was reading. She looked over at him and noticed an air of uncertainty hung over him. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "Hmmm, me?, no not really, I don't think so." he mumbled. She knew there was something up with him, something he wasn't telling her. She moved closer, hoping to make him relax and fell safe. He did the same. As he got closer she felt a coldness upon him, like the icy hand of death had touched him. "626 there is some thing wrong, your as cold as ice and your shivering. Tell me what's the matter." He realized she was right, "I don't know, I just don't know." he hunched over and shivered. "You're sick, is that it? do you feel ok?" "No I'm not sick, I just fell empty, like there is a hole inside or something. There is something I'm missing, something more that what I already have. The more I think about it the worse I feel." he shivered again. This was new to 327, she had always felt content and happy, no matter what. She'd never felt that hole 626 was talking about, she didn't doubt it existed though. "626 let me take you to your room for a rest, sleep could do you good." He grunted in protest but eventually gave in.
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"Now listen up you incompetent sons of a nryark, this is how we will do this!" General Skeff shouted. All millitary officers in any service used vile language and insults on the troops, just to intimidate them. There were sixteen troops in front of him, the best Special Ops. All were arranged in lines of four by four, standing at attention. They were all of the same species, the Grifdyke.
The Grifdyke were credited for being the most staminated and Militarily advanced. They stood arround one and a third meter. They had blue scaly skin, and thick stocky arms that ended with six fingers. The faces were almost flat, with a rounded appearence. Their eyes were black and set in. The nose was only two holes in the face, almost flush to it. They had a history of violence. They were enslaved several times in their history, and violently, with the cost of millions of lives, broke free. They soon developed unique fighting tactics, brutal as they seemed it worked for them. This is why they were chosen for the assault.
General Skeff's voice was the only sound in the war room. "Team one will be backup for any team that need help. Team two will enter throught the skylight and secure the controll room. Team three will use the holer and get in throught the south wall, they then will clear all the rooms in sector 1, and rodevouis with team four. Team four will come in through the front door and take care of sector two and then meet up with team three. There will ba a transport ship with the comms personell inside. You will have weapons that are set to stun, do not hesitate to stun anything in your way. After the main assault, all teams are to search all the rooms thouroughly. After that We'll send in a containmet squad to get the stunned occupants. Is this clear gentlemen?" "Yes sir!" all sixtenn roared. "You have four hours," Skeff said, "Get ready." All the Ops soldiers shuffled out.
The assult was soon going to begin.