Answers
Firebird was rather clever, even with her amnesia. Both her and Mystic had an affinity for machines, and fixing them was not very hard. Hunter and Bloodmooon both were a bit . . . well, clueless for lack of a better word.
Firebird would often flip through the computer, watching recent Tri-D newscasts, and finding files they had missed in their initial search for answers.
The supertroopers on the moon station had been injected with Batch 22 almost regularly, which had proven to enhance their DNA with certain sets of powers. A few had been sent from the moon base to Wolf Den, and tested in hunts. Those that failed were then sent to the cryocrypt in Longshot, for eventual study. With the disaster at Wolf Den, their own project was shut down, and those supertroopers who were not frozen were cornered into the cryocrypt, and a bomb was thrown in.
While the others ate the food that had been left, and worked on clearing the shuttle bay, She researched Longshot, and the 'guest list' of the cryocrypt. She marked down Nine others from their own base, and found a few others still in the cryocrypt in the Australian base.
Seems the military had a habit of leaving things behind.
Clicking through files, she came up with personality reports and other information regarding her and her 'brothers'.
Designation: Bloodmoon
Class Alpha (each base had its own way of classing the supertroopers, she noted)
Power displayed: Causes Hallucenations, and seems to see past visions
Abilities: hand to hand combat, more of a brawler than karate. Can play guitar and poker well (owe him money)
Firebird did a double take.
Placed in Cryocrypt
Reason for freezing: Drove two soldiers insane and one Psychatrist to suicide.
"Well, that's not surprising."
Designation: Hunter
Class: Beta
Power: heightened senses. Vision enhanced to hawks, hearing smell and touch also heightened.
Abilities: sniper.
Placed in Cryocrypt
Reason: can't endure the smell of gas in closed spaces. (Which is total bull. He shouldn't have to be frozen!)
"Hunter has a friend . . ." She wrote down the name signed at the end of the evaluation.
Designation: Firebird
Class: Alpha
Power displayed: Heat Manipulation, focusing on a fuel tank can make it explode
Abilities: Trained as pilot, both terrestrial planes and space, along with engineering before being selected for Batch 22 experimentation. Good with knives, able to withstand extreme temperatures.
Placed in Cryocrypt
Reason: Damage to right leg during Bludgeon's rampage. Protected human personel admirably. Frozen until we can replace leg.
Well, that's interesting. She thought, staring at the screen. I'm still considered useful . . .
Designation: Mystic
Class: Delta
Power: Floating lights
Abilities: nothing excelled at, everything average
Placed in Cryocrypt
Reason: power too weak, and may be killed if solution not found.
"Dodged a bullet there, mate . . . What?" She glanced at the screen that just came up next to the main. It was a list of non-supertroopers housed in the crypt at Longshot. One scientist, two aliens who had been poisoned, and the wife of a galaxy ranger. She started pulling up files in earnest.
"Eliza Foxx, soul separated from her body by Queen of Crown . . . Husband, Captain Zachery Foxx of the Series Five Galaxy Rangers . . . two children, Zachery Junior and Jessica." She muttered. "Well, this might just be our ticket in . . ."
"Into what?" Mystic came up behind her.
"The Crypt at Longshot, for one." Firebird looked at the other two as they came in. "Anything useful in the hangars?"
"One ship, small, but we could fit a few people other than ourselves." Bloodmoon shrugged. "What do you have?"
"Some information that will help us get into the Cryocrypt at Longshot for one. We'll have to get the three out of the Australia base first, though."
"Why were they frozen?"
"Because they weren't able to function on the battlefield, they don't have anything special other than being stronger and smarter than an average human, never were introduced to the stuff that would activate their latent potential."
"Didn't you contradict yourself right there?"
"No, even though their stronger and smarter, one developed with one arm smaller than the other, another turned out to be deaf, and third contracted a 'mild' form of cystic fibrosis . . . which happens to be a genetic disease."
"So they're all duds. Why were they frozen?"
"They were working on instaliing something so the deaf one could hear, the sickly one was going to be shipped to Longshot, and the one arm bandit was going to have that mistake for an arm cut off and fitted with a new one. As for being duds, those were the only problems with them." Firebird looked at them. "We need to set up shop on a different planet before we do anything else, however, the real military outpost on the moon might notice the excess machinery suddenly being used."
"Anything more on those other supertroopers?"
"One's a galaxy ranger . . . hello." She clicked open a new tab. "Huh, same team as that Captain Foxx, named Shane Gooseman, escaped insanity by being away when whoever it was dumped that Supertrooper juice into the vents. Anyway, the others seem to have scattered, got another interesting tibit from one of the other screens . . . four supertrooper children were found and put in Andorian custody. Apparently, if a planet abandons a living weapon project, it immediately loses the right to control it."
"So we should make space tracks to the nearest non earth-owned planet?"
"Yeah, there's a few colonies we can check out where some humans have settled as well." She shrugged, "I'm working on getting the living conditions for each of them right now."
"Great, take a break, sis." Mystic gave an attempt at a smile. "I'll check everything else out."
"Sis?" Bloodmoon looked at him.
"Hey, if we aren't going to be supertroopers, we've got to act like normal humans." Mystic shrugged.
"You've been watching the TV shows instead of the news again." Firebird gave him a look.
"I like them, today we find out who's the father of Cyndi's baby." He flipped through the limited channels.
"Are you two going to watch this?" Firebird watched as the opening credits for Days of Our Lives came on. "Isn't this the soap that's a remake of one from the late 1900s or something?"
"Nope, it's a continuation of the one that started. These are all the grandkids."
"I just enjoy the drama. It's amusing." Bloodmoon shrugged.
"There's nothing else to do right now." Was Hunter's response. Firebird shook her head, and left the room. Two corridors down, she found what she was looking for. A flight simulator.
Time to see what I can gain back.
"It's Mark's?!" Mystic's shout echoed down the hall. "I thought it would be Tony's!!"
Still short I know, I'm working on ending a few different fics, a few one shots have to be published . . . not to mention I've got a few new things also in the works.