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Exile To Mars

Exile To Mars

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The journey of six 'malformed' humans from all across the globe, created in science labs, are exiled to Mars for their special abilities during scientists' attempt to create the perfect human beings.

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Introduction

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Exile to Mars

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Year 2280. Scientists have been trying to create the β€˜perfect human’ in laboratories all across the world. Over the years there have been several successes, these special humans free of illness, pain, weakness, etc. But of course with every success, there have been many, many failures. These β€˜failures’ are what scientists refer to as malformed humans. They grew up with tainted DNA that has given them special abilities and powers. The abilities that these malformed humans were able to acquire scared many of the people on earth, labelled as a danger to the normal human population.

Every month a space shuttle takes newly found β€˜malformed’ humans to Mars and leaves them there. Mars has been Earth’s waste planet for several years now, and currently has a large population of β€˜malformed’ humans and beasts residing. The main collection of rejected science experiments live in domes on Mars with an artificial atmosphere to provide oxygen and heat. Some beasts on this planet have adapted to living outside, but it is rare that people venture out the domes seeing as how the temperature on Mars can reach well below -100 degrees F. Mars has turned to be a very difficult place to survive because of the lack of resources and collection of humans with dangerous powers. There are also smuggled weapons such as guns and swords that are illegal but owned anyway by the locals on Mars.

March Pick Up Day has rolled around, the space shuttle ready to board the most recent malformed humans to take them to Mars. This month there were six known faulty experiments of the human species. These six humans from all different parts of the globe were shipped to the shuttle’s location to be taken off planet Earth. Here is where our story begins...

β€œShipX has arrived, passengers may begin boarding at this time,” a robotic female voice sounded over the intercom at the air station. A group of guards adorned in machine guns surrounded the group of six malformed humans, their job to make sure these mistakes boarded the shuttle to space. The group of six humans clustered together in a circle, handcuffed with special chains that disabled their abilities. Slowly but surely the guards managed to get all on board and locked the exits so they couldn’t escape.

β€œExiles on board,” the main guard confirmed over his cell phone. Snapping it shut, he turned from the space shuttle and joined his men on ground. Within seconds ShipX rose from the ground with a thunder of power, zooming up and out of Earth. Those on board, still cuffed in their handcuffs, sat in their seats fear stricken. They were all strangers being taken away from everything they ever knew-- even if they didn’t know much after being raised in science labs their whole life. The adventure begins when all six meet on the ship to Mars.


The SIX are filled :D

The special SIX malformed humans, each with their own unique special abilities:
-Katrina (Kat)-Able to manipulate electronics, hack computers, naturally good with technology and high tech weapons/ computers
-Borris-Pyrokinesis (the ability to make things burst into flame by thought)
-Tildy Bedwyr-Can assimilate metal into her body
-Sikes-Able to morph his arms and hands into beastly claws, able to leave deep scratches in steel
-Ebony-Able to control and manipulate water and fire in connection to her personality and mood
-Jacob Serrivin-Attuned to the space around him, and is able to manipulate it; can move objects (within limits) and teleport himself

Those that have already been exiled to Mars from earlier shuttle drops:
(I have no limit)

Bad guys are always welcome!


Races-

Human: live on planet Earth, with no special abilities accept for the β€˜perfect humans’ that scientists have created

Malformed Humans: Not really malformed, for they look like normal humans, expect they have tainted DNA that allowed them to develop special abilities, from increased speed, to levitation, super strength, etc. Scientists and the human population saw these humans as a threat to society so they used their waste planet Mars to drop these people off for good.
*Your special ability cannot be too powerful; think of something unique!

Beasts: Any other malformed creature that resides on Mars falls in this category. They don’t look like humans, but have developed ways of communication to the humans and trade their goods back and forth. Many of these creatures are rather dark and have been forced to live outside the dome communities in the harsh weather of Mars. Because of this though, they are extreme survivors. They are looked down upon for their horrid/scary looks.

**If anyone is curious about what their Character’s history might be (if one of the six), there is a lot of freedom here. Even though I restricted it to being raised in a laboratory by scientists, you have the capability of deciding how the laboratory was and how you were trained to be a β€˜perfect human’. At each laboratory there are other grown humans that passed the perfect test; The six were sent to Mars for the powers that scientists found they had.

More info on Mars:
-The population of people that are forced to live here reside in massive domes with interconnected tunnels. They are full of oxygen, with unbreakable glass. There are no spaceships, but weapons have been smuggled in. It has been populated by malformed humans for only about 50 years now; Even some people in the first drop March Drop Off are still alive and present on Mars. Most of the dome inhabitants live fairly civil amongst each other, but there are some cruel humans of evil that live on Mars as well. The most vicious of the inhabitants are Beasts, who have been forced to live outside in the freezing weather on the planet.


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Rules:

PG13, cussing is aloud, but no over-sexuality

No godmoding other people’s characters without permission

Please aim for around 600 words or more per post; high quality posts in turn make the roleplay much more worth it and enjoyable

Must be fairly active, able to post every other day or two

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CO GM: Mercykilling- ask her your questions if I'm not online! :D


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Character Sheet! Must fill out all components in character page or else they won’t be accepted--

Name:
Age:
Race:
Time on Mars:
Applying to be one of the six newcomers to Mars?
Appearance (slight description and picture preferred):
Personality:
History (remember, malformed humans were raised in laboratories):
Special Ability (unless you are just human):
Weapons:
Personal Belongings:
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β€œWarning: landing in ten minutes.”

The sound woke Crip up and he vanished from under his covers in the blink of an eye. The same instant, he appeared above a grate-metal walkway in a dark maintenance corridor and twisted to get his foot and prosthetic under him before he hit the ground. A piece of his blanket floated to the metal beside him. Damn! Well, at least he had jumped too much this time and not too little. He'd been practicing emergency jumps by waiting for some sort of alarm to startle him, whether he was cooking, reading or sleeping, and then jumping out of there. It was really risky; he not only had to make sure he didn't leave a piece of him behind, but also figure out the distance for the jump in a split second. If he did that math wrong, he'd end up in a wall and it would be bye bye Mister Crip. Then again, he wouldn't be practicing it if it wasn't dangerous. A few planned risks were a hell of a lot better than being woken up by a killer and not being prepared.

Crip picked up the blanket shred and draped it over the railing so he'd see it on his way back to his hideout and remember to repair it. The size of the shred upset him; everything seemed to be a reminder of how awful life really was these days. This time it was a reminder that he could never fall in love. What if that was his wife laying next to him? He'd be picking up shreds of her, then. A heavy sigh proceeded the words, "Sometimes, I miss the ignorance." before he spun on his good leg and headed for the hatch back into the main hall. He was in the landing dome not too far from the bay. This had been the perfect dome to set up little hiding places like the one he just jumped out of for four reasons. First: it was heavily locked down. That didn't hinder him at all, but just about anyone who might want to get to him would have a bit more trouble. Second: this dome was one of the last to be added when the planet suddenly became a prison colony and a place for secure prisoner exchanges was immediately apparent (it seems administrations doesn't approve of their expensive ships being stolen all the time). That meant it was put up after the towers, so there was no need for radiation paneling. Radiation paneling was not something Crip wanted to attempt a jump through. Third: because it was designed as more of a landing pad for big ships than for the people on the planet, it was really big and had lots of unused nooks and crannies. And finally, the place was almost always deserted. Crip spent a month in and out of this place building a little apartment on top of the dome and hardly saw a soul. That was very, very nice.

But right now it wasn't deserted. A ship was coming in, so there were actually people moving around and working. Crip listened for a full minute before unlatching the utility hatch and stepping out into the hall. The next hall down would have a observation room that looked into the docking bay. He strode his way there in the funny way a man with two different feet did and stopped at the door to, one more time, make sure there was nobody around, then jumped through it. Jumping didn't have any fancy light shows or puffs of smoke. He was just there and then he wasn't. On the other side of the door he just wasn't there and then he was. The only evidence of what he just did was that the door would be warm to the touch. He always left a slight heat trail. Denser objects could get quite hot, indeed.

The view from the large window was horrible, but Crip never planned on watching from here; he just wanted a line-of-sight. He'd be sitting on the same hanging light as he'd been watching from for the last two drops. It was about 40 feet above the walkway and had a perfect view of the ship's big door; nobody ever looked at it. He jumped to it and sat down casually to watch the newcomers. A gust of hot air tipped him off balance for a second when he did so, but that didn't bother him. The engines had just shut off and their effects were still circulating the air. For some reason, Crip liked the smell of it. It actually helped him relax for a second and he even smiled a bit. He needed that boost , because he saw Leon and his men pass below a few moments later. True, it had to have been one of them that took care of him when he first landed here, but since then they had been a huge pest. They were a false front that gave people high hopes before shoving them into Hell. Like guiding them up a flight of stairs before dropping them into a pit: it only made the fall that much farther. Crip had been in scrapes with them, too. All ending in him jumping away to some safe place. He knew a couple of their malformities, but not the majority and not Leon's. He knew Leon was a good shot, the bastard, and that was probably worse than whatever got him here.

Once they were inside the ship and out of view, Crip spun around just to check. Yep, there was Peng, waiting patiently. Crip still had no idea how he felt about the "kid"; if he could call him--it--whatever, that. It was a....unique situation. Talk said that Peng was built by a beast, or that his body died so he made a new one out of trash, or that he was simply a demon and should be killed. Whichever one, Crip was inclined to like him, but he was on the wrong side of things and Crip made a point to never talk to someone without a reason. So he never talked to Peng. Not that that mattered, now. The fresh meat would be dragged out soon and Crip wanted prime pickings. He twisted back around and got comfortable to watch, again.

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Ben gruffed a sigh, and closed his eyes turnign away as the ship entered. the gust of wind kicked up what dirt there was inside the hanger, and opened them back up once it began to settle down. He sighed again seeing the huge ship that had sent him here two years ago.... He technically wasn't supposed to be alive, and whenever he saw the ships coming in or leaving it reminded him. Which forced him to drink sometimes. Benjamin turned to watch Leon and his crew enter the huge door to the ship, keeping a straight solemn face. He remembered when Leon escorted him off the ship, very frank and very straight forward.

All in all, there were 2 reasons to why he came here. One, to watch the newcomers enter the dome, and the second reason was to watch his imports enter the dome. He had ordered some expensive stuff to come in, he needed to finish his project. It was something that he had been busying himself with for some time now, and it was rather refreshing. Benjamin rolled his shoulders and adjusted his posture when he thought he saw something.

Ben looked around, when he saw a swaying light in the air. He glanced up and watched the light closely, before noticing Crip. Flash backs from war flashed in his mind, and he immediatly gripped his pistol. The more he stared, the worse the flashbacks got, he had remembered stuff like this happening before. When you didn't know how to react to something unkown, and it turned out that the unkown was hostile. He had lost some comrades in battle that way. Benjamin shook his head, and looked away not pulling out his pistol. Though he kept his hand on it just in case, that creeper up there was beginning to get him worried.

Benjamin never trusted anyone in this dome, especially those shady looking ones. Not that he doubted himself to be shady looking. He turned his attention to the huge door, and watched for the people that would begin to walk out. He hoped that he didn't appear to be hostile, and he hoped that whoever was up there wouldn't pull anything. He'd rather not have to open fire when it was ther first seconds on Mars.

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Ebony's eyes found Tildy, as the the girl was released from her chains. Instantly she filled with concern for the girl, as she could see the patch of blood spreading steadily over her shirt. However, she was free and could help herself. Or could she? She looked weak and pale and if someone didn't help her before long she would die of loss of blood. Chewing her bottom lip, Ebony struggled against the chains, trying to get free, but to no avail. Sighing, her eyes returned to Tildy, who was close to her. Her hands were on Ebony's own chains, trying to get her free as well. "It's no good," She whispered, shaking her head. "I can't get out. Just hold on, it won't be long." Her tone had softened from when she had spoken to the rough looking male on the ship. She glanced around at the others, seeing the same emotions mirrored on each of their faces. No-one wanted this red haired girl to die, even if they didn't know her very well. "Just take deep breaths. You'll be alright." She assured, her eyes returning to her, as she forced herself to speak softly to the girl. It was a struggle to speak calmly to her and not to frighten her. The girl returned to her seat, with all eyes still on her.

Hours later

β€œWarning, landing in ten minutes,”

The voice woke Ebony, who opened her eyes slowly. She had no idea when she had fallen asleep or why she had allowed herself to. Yawning, she opened her eyes fully, adjusting to the weak light that was in the chamber. Attempting to move her hands she remembered the chains and muttered under her breath about foolish scientists and how she hated them. A warm trickle crept down her wrist. Her cuffs had rubbed when she had tried to get free of them and now she had cuts across both wrists. Sighing she glanced around at the rest of the group, her eyes falling on Tildy last of all. She could see that the girl was alive, which was a good a sign to sat the least. They all were and considering they'd had no food or water for 24 hours, they were still going strong. Ebony felt weaker than she had before and there was a rumbling in her stomach, but other than that, she felt alright. But she was tired and just wanted to sleep as well as scoff down as much food as possible.

Preparing herself for the landing, she braced herself, guessing that it was going to be bumpy and out of control. Just as she did, she was slammed back against the seat, her head smashing against the headrest. She bit down hard on her tongue. "Ow," She muttered, as the ship stopped moving altogether. "That kind of hurt." Her voice was barely hearable, due to the blood welling in her mouth. Leaning over the edge of the seat she spat the blood on the floor, unable to swallow it, for it made her feel sick. Everyone around her was silent, as they waited for what was to come. She wondered who it would be who came to get them out of there. Would it be more scientists or more malformed humans. Glancing around the circle, she raised an eyebrow. "I'd say it's been a pleasure, but being on here wasn't exactly fun. Guess we'll see one another around. My name is Ebony by the way, on the account of my hair being so dark. Good luck out there." She bowed her head, her words true, as she actually meant for them to have the best of luck out there because not one of them knew what was to come.

Just then a man entered the ship with a team behind him. He addressed them, giving them instructions and most importantly showing them how to be free of their holdings. Ebony didn't heistate to free herself from the chair, jumping up. Her legs buckled beneath, pins and needles striking her down. She grabbed the chair, slowly straightening up. Feeling the back of her head, she could tell there was a lump forming. "Best get it checked out," She muttered to herself, heading for the medic that stood behind the first man. She nodded to him, before turning to the girl. Holding up her wrists, she showed her the abrasions, the bump to the back of her head and her tongue. "Been in the wars quite a bit." She was reluctant to show all of her injuries, but she did so anyway. Ebony didn't willingly accept help often, but she needed it then, she was injured, even if it was just small injuries. Then she remembered that Tildy was even more injured than herself and needed help. "However, please could you help the girl over there?" She nodded to Tildy, glancing at the medic once more. "She seemed to be seriously injured earlier and I don't know how she is doing now."

((Sorry it's short! Don't have much time on my hands!))

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Off the ship to a new life, Katrina knew what time it was. Take a deep breath, she thought to herself. The room of six grew silent but roudy, shaking in their own unique ways of miff, wanting to get out of their cuffs. Katrina was glad they had stopped moving. Sounds were coming closer outside the metal door that inclosed them in this room. Someone was coming. Actually, it should like many were coming. Kat’s heart began to race a little, unsure of what was to appear behind the door that would soon free them. She held her breath as the door opened, eyes locking on all targets that now were filling the inner circle. Each of these soldier type people were eyeing them as if they were sheep, like herding more into their community. There seemed to be a leader in the group. He was tall and seemed wise, as if he was used to this routine on Mars. Yet something about his pained expression was getting to Kat, not wanting to see sadness as one of the first emotions she witnessed on Mars. This planet really will suck, she thought to herself, eyes following Leon blankly as he then started moving forward, heading in her direction. She straightened her back, eyes looking forward as to not want to make eye contact with him. She learned on Earth that it was best not to bother with ones holding a weapon. His gun tapped at his side at the sway of his stride, until he came to a halt behind Katrina’s back. He was unlocking her handcuffs. A light sigh of relief escaped her lips as they fell to the back of the chair. Immediately she pulled her arms in front of her, stretching them out and moving her fingers. She was stuck in the most uncomfortable position for 24 hours and her muscles were tense.

Yet she was free. Already it felt a weight was lifted off her shoulder, yet as to what that was she didn’t know yet. Whatever it was, she liked the feeling. The leader continued on to unlocking the cuffs to the person on her left. Kat continued to watch him with her colorful turquoise gaze, brighter now that the lifeless energy that was trapping her soul fell to the ground with a clink. His gun still was a main focus, very wary as to trust his movements. His gun was humming slightly, and her eyes jumped around to see if anyone else could heard the noise. No one seemed bothered by it. It reminded her off the noise she could hear from the door she unlocked. Whatever her power was, Kat was beginning to learn more about it. Apparently electronics could connect to her, hum to her, in some sort of code. It was hyponitc in a way, the hum filling her attention like an empty cup, replacing the hunger that shook her stomach. Is that that gun buzzing? she whispered without making a noise, eyes narrowing as she looked at the electronic gun with curious unsettling. It got to the point to where she could have sworn the blue lights on it flickered off and on, like a flame being blown in the wind. Katrina looked away and shook her head, unsure of it that really happened. Her weight collapsed back into the chair, scratching the side of her face. It was nice to be able to get the hair out of way, using her hands to now flip it over one side, hanging down past her knees as she sat. Her feet were still strapped in, that is, until this leader soldier made his way back around again. He bent down in front of her, unhooking her feet from the ground restraints as if it was a piece of cake. Katrina huffed, thinking how simple that would have been for Tildy to get out of the boots while they were on ship. Now that they had to get off the shuttle, there would be no turning back. No more chances of making their way back to Earth. She stood up, her feet shaky at first as she struggled to get familiar to the atmosphere change on Mars. After a few seconds she grew stable, a faint smile growing as she could finally move around again.

The leader introduced the people around him. A medic would be of fairly helpful use to her, since she was cut slightly around her wrist. Yet, Kat didn’t want to deal with anyone. She wanted to just get to the rest of the community, watch them go about their lives and learn from afar. Survival mode was the state she would be in until she had her groundings in this new place. Her wounds would heal under her suit overtime, and the pain wasn’t too harsh. The leader and his men then led their way out, everyone following down the corridor out to the landing dock. Katrina was on the tip of her feet with anxiety, vision gripping light that exited the ship. It led to a huge indoor facility. Katrina’s eyes widened in amazement at the dark rustic browns that draped over all the technology. The colors of Mars were going to be something to get used to. Her feet landed officially of the ShipX, gripped a metal railing that led down a staircase. The area was loud, vehicles driving back and forth unloading materials from the back of the ship. All these people were malformed.... all of them had powers. They were different, and for now it would be okay. She was alive, willing and determined to stick it through on this hell hole.

Katrina watched as the other five got off the ship. What were they thinking? Each had their own reaction to the freedom, leaving the solider leader to watch each of them. He still looked pained, like he had a headache. Though that didn’t really bother Kat, for they all most likely had a major headache from their ride. Kat silently slipped to the side of Leon, tapping him gracefully on the shoulder.

β€œExcuse me,” she stated, index finger poking his arm. Her voice was strong, sturdy, even with the lack of daily essentials like water and food in her system. She continued on, keeping her chin up to look him directly in the eyes. β€œAll I want is to go see the rest. See that people can sustain a relatively normal life here..” she spoke, trying to find hope in this place since there didn’t seem to be any currently. β€œCan you take me there?” she asked, not afraid to ask for help. It was in her nature, her inquisitive, student side. She waited patiently for an answer, wondering if he would even speak to her. Kat needed someone to take her around. She would get lost and worried if she was left to journey this dome structure alone.

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On the far side of the planet, where it is night, vicious roars and hisses could be sound carrying through the wind. Several of the colony look towards the sky, to see the shooting ball of flame that is ship x entering the atmosphere. The colony knows that this means something, but to what they do not know. Likes wolves howling at the moon, so do the Coruvaks but only when the Coruvaks, but they do not howl. They simply roar up to the sky. On top of the abandoned and grealy worn down dome sat a single Coruvak accompanied by several others. But however, this was was very noticeably different. When comparing sizes, this single one was far greater than the rest. When on all fours, it's height was at 4 feet and 6 inches, as compared to the ones that are crouched at a lowly 3 feet or so.

In a biological point of view, one would simply call it... An alpha male, which is rightly so. This Coruvak is the dominant of all other, among this colony, and among others. Those that accompied it, upon closer inspection did seem not the usual type of Coruvak. One to take notice us, was of average size, but there seemed to be slight faint lines of bronze that encircled it's body. It remained still watching the blazing ship x in the atmosphere drop down to mars. By that Coruvak, was a female.. Which was closest to the alpha male, this female happened to be it's mate. She was a very dark grey, it was a wonder really why the alpha had chosen her but perhaps he liked the color. She too was a tad bit larger than the average Coruvak, even when compared to males. Standing by were 4 more more of in the shadow of the other three, each looked rather plain too dark to really tell what made them special if anything.

The alpha rose it's head and gave a monstrous roar into the night air. The metal beneath them reverborated at the immense intensity of the sound waves. The Coruvaks below looked up at their superior than turned to the ship in the scar, and roared as well. It seemed to be a sign for them, they all knew when the ship was supposed to come.

Several beasts near the area fleed as fast as they could. Though hardly anything dared to get close to Coruvak territory, they were the nightmares that crawled around the far side of the planet. A group of Spouns, took off into the air, bound to get away in the icy cold wind. Hoping to reach at least a little bit of daylight. If they were fortunate, they wouldn't come across another colony of Coruvaks as well. But nature was harsh, and unforgiving. Dozens of hunter Coruvaks were scowering the Mars surface for food, Spouns were always welcome. But in the several years that it had dwelled outside the dome. They liked to prey on the beast people. One Coruvak in particular brought back an adult Spoun. It dropped it before a small whole in the ground, and 3 little Coruvaks came running out shirping happily, they were followed by a female which walked over beside the male and gently nudged her dome against his then laid down. They watched the younglings devour their food ravenessly practicing using their claws that were coming in. All 3 were about 3 months old, fairly new youngs standing on all fours at about three quarters of a foot.

The alpha male turned to it's mate and nudged her gently, then began to start down the dome. They were both followed by the remaining four whom eventually made it to the surface. They all had grabbed the attention by their subordinates that were around them, some young Coruvaks rushed up, and chirped to the Alpha, whom gave a curt snarl that wouldn't sound threatening to any other being. But the snarl see,ed to put the young ones in a fret, as they ran in circles chasing each other as if glad to hear about something. The alpha turned to one of the for and gave a hiss, to which two of his followers bounded off inside the dome. He and his mate kept prowling around looking around at the colony. The alpha seemed proud, as any would but there was something on it's mind. He began to climb up a face of a cliff, being followed by more, as it gave more cries and roars. The colony all turned to watch what he was doing. On the top of the cliff, the male rushed forward thehn stopped at an invisible line. It peered in the general direction of the Mars colony of the 'malformed' humans and gave a loud cry. It had seemed that it had finally had enough of wondering... It wanted to know what was happening, that made the fireball (ship x) come every 6 months.

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Tildy returned a giddy smile to the others, her head wobbling unstably on her shoulders, the wounds in her chest would be slow to heal; even more so after the touch of Ebony’s chains. Following her instructions from the other girl she took a few deep breaths, wriggling back into the cold grip of her chair. Slowly but surely where her bare back touched the metal seat small flecks of flesh reached out, almost magnetized to the construction; pulling her flush to the seat, keeping her from falling. She watched each of them, flickering mainly between the two women who had offered her help or comfort, things she was at ease with. Fingers sluggish and thick with fatigue brushed against her slow healing flesh, absorbing all traces of metal that it could find. Truly it was disgusting, her flesh would not heal cleanly for many weeks, but it would seal within a few hours, creating a small sheath in her flesh, uncomfortable and utter repulsive. Her hand dropped back to her lap, lids lowering without her consent, blocking her view of the world. As usual when she fell asleep, the last thing she did was count the pieces that lay hidden beneath her flesh. Some were smaller than her little fingernail, others were as large as her thumb; in total there were 300 pieces that lay beneath her flesh, just sitting there where she knew them to be; safe and comforting.

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”Give me back my daughter!” The screams made her flinch, no one had ever yelled around her before. The Organics company was sure they only got the best environment, that meant very few harsh words and only mild tones of disappointment when needed. Through the misted glass she watched perplexed as the perfect people seized the fragile red headed woman. She screamed so loud, thrashing uselessly against them. Tildy moved slowly across the room that she had been shoved into as soon the woman had entered. The conversation had been quiet at first and she had sat uncaring playing with toys on the floor. Now once again she came to the foggy glass, wanting to know what was wrong and pressed her nose to the glass, hand raised to trail foggily against it.

The woman broke free, rushing to where she knew her daughter to be; she could see her red flash of hair behind the glass, the tale tale green eyes. She slammed her hand over there her daughters was, unreachable. So close to the glass Tildy’s eyes were wide looking up into her mothers blue; her own advanced eye sight clearing away some of the mist so she could see the woman before her. The pale woman flashed her a thin smile, beautiful mouth curving at the sight of her daughter; the first time since her birth seven years before. Tildy stood watching the woman’s emotions, eyes carefully measuring her for sincerity, just as she had been trained to do from her very birth. She envied the girl that such a person had come for, but knew it was not herself, they had told her that her carrier had died giving birth to her as almost all did, giving birth to engineered children was to hard on the mother, they took to much for them to survive.

β€œI love you.” Her mother whispered to her, steaming up the glass even more, then she was gone. Tildy’s ears registered the buzz of a stun gun, and peered through the glass. As she rose on her tiptoes she could see the twitch of the woman’s foot, erratic with the current running through her. The door besides her opened and they motioned her away from the glass. She stepped back as they closed the door again. She wondered why the woman had wanted so badly to get her daughter back, she had given her away for the good of the country; it was voluntary. She shook her head, sitting back down to look at her toys, all numerical or letter based to improve her learning. Still she felt saddened, she wished that someone wanted her so selfishly; for them and only them. She flickered through the games, her heart heavy in her chest. One day she would be a mother she decided, she would protect her child, till then she would become the best. She would become the best and go out into the world, find the people she saw in the books; real people, real families.


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She woke with a sharp jerk, the skin of her back stretching painfully as they came to a vicious halt. She was dizzy due to lack of blood, the world coming in and out of focus. Suddenly a man entered the ship, had they landed? She looked around at the others who seem slightly less disorientated than her, they must be on mars she decided. She followed through the motions he made, freeing her feet as her flesh let go of the seat with great hatred. She moved to the medic, ignoring her she picked up one of the cases that were marked with blood. She clicked it open with practiced motions, fingers flickering over blood types. With a sigh of satisfaction she picked out her own and plugged it into a drip before inserting the needle into her flesh. She gasped at the pain, making sure to puncture the flesh with the needle rather than let her body accept it. She placed the blood into her bag, elevated nicely and handily; it dripped into her veins letting her eyes steady as she walked out into the new world.

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Peng made and remade himself as he waited outside in the darkness, his eyes used to the little that were emitted by the dock. He wanted to look his best for them all, the first impression was important. He settled on his usual appearance, just more whole; rather than a floating torso. His gears turned uneasily in his body as he reformed flesh, something was bound to go wrong. Though he could not truly feel pain, when his made body became damaged he lost another memory or became less human again. He wished that some day he would be allowed back into the domes, but he knew they would never let him return. Every time he lost a part of himself his unattainable goal grew ever further away. Yes he could sneak into the dome with his non form, but he wanted to be invited back into their world. His long flighty hair calmed as he thought of returning home, these new generations would be the ones to get him in, it was in them that he needed to gain trust and confidence he had decided many years before.

β€œHello, welcome to Mars.” His voice spoke into each of their minds as they walked out of the ship, uncertain of speaking to strangers but knowing it to be necessary. He stood in his all to human body, in simple clothing, human clothing. He could not feel the cold, nor did he need clothes; he did not know how odd he looked at -200 in dome clothing. Another thing he often forgot was to breath or move, having no need of such things with a mechanical body and cloth outer skin. His smile was mild and pleasant as he watched each of them, wondering what they would think of him. When they came closer to there carriers he held out his hand, trying his hardest to pay attention to each movement; usually he just moved from one position to another with a change of cloth rather than body. He hoped wildly that it looked right this time, he had been watching Leon and his crew for quite some time, trying to perfect such things. Little did he know that his concentration had furrowed his brow like it should have, for he had once owned a face and flesh; though this was a new body, it remembered.

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Sikes watched as the events unfold around him, he tried to "scan" the otehrs abit at their reactions, attempting to figure out abit about them that way. He gave a low chuckle, beliving that things might not be as boring as he thought it would be in the end. He thought that going to Mars, despite having the freedom he wanted, would be abit boring with plain failures. But if everyone ends up being like this bunch he's with now, he might have some fun for once in his life.

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As they all got off the ship, he simply stolled out, ignoring the person's that welcomed them, looking around his new home. Alreay, his mind began to run along, thinking of what to do now. Once they finally stepped on actual ground, he let out a loud yawn, stretching back abit as he spreads his arms back. "Now THIS is more like it. Open room!" He spoke outloud, enjoying his new freedom. He then looked at the others, then at the one introducing them, asking, "So...when do we get a bite to eat, huh?"

(sorry for short, kind of "restarting" my posts abit, after this, I'll have more promise)

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Keeley smile warmly at the woman in front of her, the good thing was that the cuts and nicks were minor compared to some of the wounds she had seen in the past. It relieved her greatly to see this one had made off so minor. She took her glove off and touched Ebony's arm in a firm grip a slight look of pain washed over her for a moment, as she watched the wounds begin to heal on her arm, they were minor, so no damage was really done. She looked into Ebony's eyes smiling slightly as a slight look of shock came over her face, her wounds now healed completely. A small trail of blood trickling out from under Keeley's sleeve. She removed her hand and rolled her sleeve up showing that Ebony's wounds were now on herself, she instantly went to wrapping the new wounds in a bandage after applying what looked to be a salve of some sort. "There now you're all better." She smiled again, watching the red haired girl sift through the blood bank that she had set up, settling with one attaching it to herself and walking off. She sighed slightly, she felt so empathetic of the girl, she remembered her first few days on mars, the only reason she could make it was because Leon was such a strong person in her eyes. "Some aren't taking this to lightly are they?" She stated openly as Tildy walked off.

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Matthew stood at the front of the entrance to the dome, where he watched Peng try to start up conversation. And looked as if he completely failed, maybe. He watched the red head walked by stuck with an IV. "Ma'am. Are you gonna be ok?" He stated it in that military fashion, where it sounded as if he cared, though in reality he could give a shit less. Though really he did, newcomers were the ones that would be here long after the older ones had passed, it would be better to make sure that they were in 'mint' condition. He didn't expect an answer though he still waited for one just in case, some of the people coming off the ship seemed less worried about meeting the inhabitants and more worried about their own agenda, if they actually had one. He had to start somewhere meeting the newcomers so why not here, with her, she seemed the most interesting out of the group so far.

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Jasen was slightly entertained by the group that had emerged from the ship, some were loners other actually wanted help, wholeheartedly. The ones that would ask for their help would probably make it on mars, others well it depended on their will to survive a new experience. He had watched someone talk with Keeley, obviously for healing reasons, he had watched her do this before take the wounds from another and inflict them on herself, he had noted the look that crossed Leon's face every time she had done it in the past, he looked to Leon now, he wasn't even watching Keeley now. Just staring off into the horizon, daydreaming again? He watched as one of the black haired girls approached him, if she snuck up on him she was gonna be in for a surprise. "Leon." He stated it loud enough that Leon looked over, he pointed in the direction of the oncoming female, just as she poked him and said something that he couldn't hear standing so far away. When were they gonna get on the trucks and get back to civilization, man was he hungry.

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Cait went to the trucks, she wasn't needed for the introductions, she had done her job and now wanted to sit back for a moment, and when the time was right take the people to where they wanted to go and get back to HQ, she wasn't much of a people person, she didn't like contact with people much, mostly because her touch brought on uncontrollable pain to the other person, while Keeley could heal another, she did the other, but it made the men and women of her team better fighters, ever try to win against someone whose touch could almost kill? They learned the basics and everything else she taught them extremely fast, that or they payed for their mistakes over time. She watched the commotion outside, glad to be where she was least in the way.

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Leon was off in his own world again thinking of the times before, his training, how hard he fought to get things to where they were now, and about Keeley, he didn't like the fact that she sacrificed her body that way, taking on others injuries just to make them better, he was glad that he didn't need her power for himself. He would have lost some of the small remaining humanity left in him if she had taken the time to heal him with some of his past wounds. Leon heard his name in the distance, he turned his head to look and saw Jasen pointing to his left, at that point he felt a poke on his arm, and heard a very stern voice from the woman he recognized as Kat. She had seemed like someone with some leadership qualities, for she held herself together very well. He turned to her as she stated that she wanted to see what life was like, she wanted to see the others living on the colony, it was slightly comforting that she cared so much of life. He gave her a stern look, one that if looks could kill, this one would, he didn't want to drive around all over the place, but he did take a personal oath to help those that were new to get into the life here. His face softened a bit. "That is fine, I'll take you around after everyone else gets around, we have enough trucks to carry everyone. Take your time here, introduce yourself to Peng there," he raised a hand and pointed to Peng, "He may look a little strange, but he is harmless to what I know of, that and he'd love to talk with someone who is recently from earth." As he said that he wished he didn't, it wasn't right to bring up those memories with the new comers at first, though he couldn't take back what he said he just looked to the group as they went this way and that. He heard something about someone wanting food. "If everyone is ready at this point we'll take you to the mess hall, and show you all around, if you're up for it. He motioned his remaining men on the ground to mount up, and get ready for the drive and such, it was good that someone was hungry, he hadn't had too much to eat himself and was feeling it. "When you're ready just jump into a vehicle, he strode toward his own taking his place in the gunner's hatch once more, watching the crowd again from his nest.

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Ben stood about 30 meters away from the humvess. He was leaned against the wall, casualy... Well, he would have been casual if it wasn't for that spook up on the light looking down. He didn't trust anyone in this place, especially people who just show up and try to creep around. His right hand was on the hilt of the p[istol he had tucked into the back waist section of his pants. He grunted in frustration staring up at the swaying light, he couldn't shoot too. Which made things worse, there were 'officials' or wanna-be ones escorting the new comers out. He didn't know exactly whoever up there's intentions were, and he didn't want to make a mistake... Which would ultimately lead him to make a different kind of mistake. A lose-lose situation.

He glanced at Tildy who was walking out, it was a cold glance, but not in the least hostile... But unfortunately he always appeared to be hostile. It was just how he was, due to being raised in a strict military lab. He gave her a quick look over, and rated her a 7 on the danger scale. He never judged a book by it's color.. He looked back up staring intently at the person sitting on the light. He was getting more agitated with each passing second. Benjamin HAD to do something, he had decided. As soon as Leon walked out, and if that creeper was up thre still. He would warn Leon... He adjusted uncomfortably in his dark gey combat boots, he had these for a long time. And they still did him good use. These things had been through countless battles, and they were in great shape. He didn't know if it was credit, to him taking care of his stuff, or the fine manufacturing. It didn't matter.

The digi-cam pants he had on, made his lower half almost blend in seemlessly into the grey metal around him. They were neatly, tucked into his boots, as he had been trained to do since he was little. All in all, his clothes looked worn. Every article of clothing he had, has been in use for so long, and continuously, that they all naturally contured around his form, fitting perfectly on him. Benjamin ruffled his hair gently, in agitation, waiting for Leon to get out. Which adressed the next issue... He didn't know the man's name. Should he call him sir? No, that would be rediculous. But it was the only thing that came into mind, he didn't know any other slang... Or any slang at all, unless it was for weapons or military stuff.

Benjamin had decided that he would call him sir, he couldn't get in trouble for that. Now all that he had to do, was watch the person up there, and wait for Leon to emerge from the ship. Then he would make his move.

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Katrina stood patiently behind Leon, silent in her motions as she retracted her arm away. He turned around rather abruptly with a tense expression, as if he was on a constant guard. First impression of this man... dangerous. She wasn’t quite sure why, but the stern look of his gaze definitely made Kat retract back a step. Sure, she was a brave soul at heart and could rise to a challenge, but fear was not a foreign feeling. Leon was probably double her weight in all muscle. Even her lab training in the many branches of martial arts would be little of a defense up against brute strength. She would not mess with this leader if she could help it. Katrina managed to hold her own expression blank during this encounter, but a little bit of hesitance was clear in her eyes. Then he began to speak.

"That is fine, I'll take you around after everyone else gets around, we have enough trucks to carry everyone. Take your time here, introduce yourself to Peng there.” Leon pointed across the landing, Kat’s attention following his hand until it stopped to point off at a boy in the distance. He seemed friendly, gentle... but Kat was not in the mood for happy introductions. She was trying to hang on to the little she knew in life, and there wasn’t much room to fit in new friends. She faced Leon again, as if meeting this boy Peng was obviously not going to happen now.

β€œI don’t need anyone to take me on a tour around, I just need a ride to my room, wherever that may be,” she answered back to Leon as calm as she could, but it was pointless. He didn’t seem to take notice of what she was saying. Grunting with a smirk, she crossed her arms, posture contrapposto. Maybe he was the type to always have something on his mind. Or maybe he lost sensitivity to newcomers over time, which she couldn’t blame him if he had to do this every time. Leon had now walked away from her, Kat’s mind roaming the people around for another way out. Each of his team members seemed unique in their own, Katrina wondering what special abilities they had inside. Leon then mentioned something about getting into one of the humvee’s lined up to get to food, which would also mean sleeping quarters near by, right? Right. Katrina perked her ears, eyes fine-tuning on the man across the way from her leaning against one of the vehicles. β€œPerfect,” she stated cooly, striding rather smoothly over to the male. He was wearing a hat that almost blended in with his shade of ashy hair cut at jagged lengths underneath. Since he was closest to one of the vehicles, it meant that he probably wanted to get out of this place the most. Exactly what she was looking for.

Without a word Katrina walked up to the truck, looked the fellow from head to toe, then opened up the back door. She swung herself gracefully inside the back, buckling up in the middle seat. β€œLets ride,” she yelled through the open back window, as if she had been waiting on him for a while to get in, though it had only be seconds. Her words appeared to hit the soldier like music to his ears, for without hesitation he got in the humvee and turned on the ignition. The technology of this vehicle seemed pretty old fashioned, but what could one expect when Earth only gave their leftovers to those on Mars. The junk planet, of humans and objects a like. Inside it smelled like smoke and old food, but overall it was fairly clean. Once the vehicle started up, Jasen seemed to make himself at home. There was a floating radio device, like an old classic boombox, that seemed to recognize who he was. It was fuzzy at first when he turned it on, the man having to hit it a couple times for it to sound clearly audible. Kat then looked out the window to those still roaming around the loading deck. There was enough space in the other trucks to take passengers, so there was no need to wait. Even if Kat wanted to wait, Jasen already was beginning to rev the engine.

She placed her hands firmly against the back seat, prepping for a shaky take off. The sound of the ship they took off in was still a fresh memory to her mind, but certainly a memory that she was glad was over. The trip in this vehicle would hopefully run more smoothly than the trip to Mars, for after all. The destination they were taking now was to get food. Plus they were on land and not in the middle of space, which was much more comforting. Before hitting the road, he got on his vehicle's radio to Leon.
"Hey boss, taking a little lady to the community station," he clarified over the mouth piece. Leon responded with an okay to go. He began to drive, the humvee picking up speed rather quickly as it took down a pathway that led to a long tunnel-like connector. It size of it was massive. As they neared the entrance to the tunnel, the metal gate flew up, motion detectors catching their presence. There was enough for as many as three humvee’s to travel both ways, a total of six wide lanes across in full.

β€œWow,” escaped her lips, taken back by the stretch and length of this tunnel. She peered up at the driver, his spunky personality pretty obvious to her. He was home in this car, that was for sure. Kat watched as he rolled his window down, pulling out a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it with his butane lighter. He inhaled a few times, while his right hand messed with his radio. Then it came. Loud, horrible music. β€œCounty?” she groaned, as if this guy was really being serious. What did he think he was, some type of cowboy? Could he even hear her? The music was loud, and he cranked it up even louder when the current song was getting to his favorite part. A pained looked crossed her face, hands gripping her ears from the sudden blare in noise. The slight pint up anger inside of her was now growing a little faster, due to the unpleasantness of the situation. If only she could get the sound to stop, she would do anything. A happy, country song as no where close to the blues she felt inside.

Then she started to feel something internally. It was the same strange feeling she felt when the door was opened in her lab at open, and as well the feeling she felt inside the corridor when she got near Leon’s gun. This time though, the strange feeling was stronger, and began to make her mind tense. It was making her feel fuzzy, but at the same time very clear. Whatever was happening, it didn’t matter, her mind focused instead on the disturbance of the music and singing country boy in the front seat. Yet then out of no where, Kat’s eyes widened, as if a click turned on inside of her. She let out a tiny gasp, holding her breath in as she could feel a wave from inside of her about to release, out of her control. Not even a few seconds later passed before.. BAM. A loud screech emitted from the tires as the humvee caught traction against the indoor highway’s pavement. The vehicle’s power went out, ignition shut off, and for that little radio that was once making noise, well... the smoke bellowing from the speakers suggested it was fried. The shock of the sudden stop startled Kat beyond belief, taking her a few moments to recollect. Thank god she buckled up, the restraints catching her from flying forward. They sat in silence, almost enough for a cricket to be heard. The car wasn't dead, just turned off automatically, but for that radio, it was a goner.

β€œUmm...” she mumbled, wondering if she was responsible for this. And for some reason, she had a feeling she was. Opps?

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Jasen was smoking, singing along to a song that came on that was relatively decent, considering. He turned it up so that his voice wouldn't carry over the actual singer cause he knew he didn't have a singing voice, per say. Then forgot to turn it down as he kept driving. He swore he heard something from the girl but wasn't to sure about it, so he ignored the feeling happy to be on road back to civilization, cause well he wanted chow like a mad man. He heard a slight buzzing from the radio and went to go hit it again when, Boom, the damn thing exploded he thought, his arm instinctively raising to stop anything from hitting his face. The the truck froze up, without the thing running its brakes froze confused. It skid off track, Jasen fighting with the wheel to keep it steadier, and from smashing into any of the sides of the tunnel. After a moment of stunt driving, he coaxed the vehicle to a sideways stop, drifting it to slow it down to a stop. What the hell had just happened? The vehicle would need a looking at when he got back to HQ.

He looked to the back seat seeing an expression on Kat's face, a mixture of oops and innocence, as well as fear from the little scene a moment ago. "Was it you, little lady?" He asked as he tried to start the truck again, it didn't turn over. It had felt like a small emp went through the vehicle, but emps don't make radios explode. Frustrated he hit the steering wheel, he didn't want to have to call for a pick-up, Leon would be pissed enough that he broke a vehicle, the parts weren't easy to come by, and well he didn't know if the people from earth would send spare parts.

Jasen kicked the door open and got out of the vehicle, unlatching the hood latches and raising the hood to take a look. He set his weapon on the edge of the hood so that he could reach it if needed. "You can get outta there, without the engine on it gets really hot sitting in there, due toe the lack of AC." He fiddled around the engine trying to figure out what had broken on it, this was gonna take a minute, that and he didn't want to have to call Leon. "Why don't you talk with me while I do this," He grabbed his weapon and slung it to his side, didn't want anyone to get any ideas while he was attempting to fix the vehicle. "Like maybe explain how all this happened, if you know." He continued searching over the engine and its connections to see if anything had fried or become unconnected in the thrashing of the sudden stop.

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Crip sighed as he watched the newcomers emerge. The whole thing turned into one big, overdone clichΓ© after watching it once over. They all thought they were so unique, so special, or so different. Either filled with pride that they were something important or filled with self-loathing because they had the worst life ever. But each ship brought more people with exactly the same thoughts and and exactly the same expectations. Mars gave nobody special treatment, in the end.

For God's sake, they even looked just like every other batch! The scientists all had an idea of what the perfect person should look like and these were just the slightly skewed results; they were all too similar. Crip at least got a little pleasure out of two of them. One came out with an IV. She needed it, from the amount of dried blood Crip could see on her clothes. No idea what happened there, but he was glad the trip wasn't too easy on her. The other had a bandage over his eyes. He'd seen that before. There wouldn't be anything under those bandages. The scientists seemed to to that to telekinetics, under the impression that if they couldn't see objects they couldn't move them, or some bullshit like that. Once they got here they either learned to function without sight or killed themselves. It all worked in Crip's eyes; no joke intended. It grounded them: the ones that lived. Most people were in desperate need of grounding. This one just wouldn't need Crips help.

As for the others? There was nothing to do but wait and see. He could try to press them: scare them a bit and see what turned up, but that always presented the risk of turning up a blade in his back. Or a shot from Leon, who was just now passing under Crip and heading for the vehicles. Seeing him with that gun always made Crip touch his side. He'd almost died the night he pushed Leon too far. Leon was heading towards Jasen....and that would have to be Cait already in the truck. He'd thought he was dieing the night she'd gotten her hands on him, too. There was definitely a lot of bad blood between Crip and Leon's gang. He wouldn't want to be caught by them.

It was as he was watching them that Crip caught sight of another person he hadn't noticed before. That in itself was impressive seeing as the man he hadn't caught sight of was a giant. He had to be above seven feet tall and built like a brick house. His military wear matched the walls, so, even though Crip had glanced past that area at least twice, he hadn't noticed the man till he started to move. He was moving to meet Leon, it seemed, and as the big man walked that way, Crip noticed him look quite purposefully at the very light Crip sat on. He's going to tell Leon I'm here. was the first thought into Crips mind. The second was an affronted How did he find me? followed by a moderately concerned Am I on a shoot-on-sight relationship with Leon now?

"One answer and two questions isn't too bad, considering," Crip muttered as he repositioned himself for easier movement. "but what are you going to do now?"

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Today was a special day, indeed. One of the rare times ShipX appeared early, before the scheduled drop off day for supplies. Reason why was because of the new arrivals.

β€œWe have some new ones coming in today, Grego,” Ace stately smoothly, leaning up against a warehouse wall with his arms crossed peacefully. His eyes were closed, ears focusing on the music that could be heard playing from the middle of the Community dome. Jazz, one of Ace’s favorite genres. The warehouse he and his friend Grego were inside was what Ace would refer to as β€˜home’ now. It was where he worked and spent most of his time anyway. When the intercom sounded that ShipX had arrived in the docking zone, Ace perked up, eyes opening with a smile across his face. Time for some fun, he thought as he grabbed the keys to his truck, running out the warehouse door to the connected garage. Inside the garage was one of the largest, most lucrative secret stash of vehicles Ace and his men have yet to collect. On the walls around the many different vehicles were weapons galore. Their black market collection in a way gained them the respect of some dangerously powered people, giving them protection and power. Those that didn’t know of their back garage knew of the front store where people could come in and buy metal parts and old electronic systems. If Ace wasn’t out bringing supplies in from the Ship, he could be found in the store’s front selling goods to local customers. He was pretty well-known on Mars, people knowing his name Ace when he would be at bars or food stations. Some thought of him as a punk, others thought of him cool as fuck. Hate him or love him, he knew how to get under your skin.

Hopping into his truck, he took the back gate out that led to the long connection tunnel, the highway one needed to take to get to the loading dock. His music was loud, window rolled down, as he sped down the inside paved road, a long strip of lanes back and forth between the Community dome and the Loading dome. His goggles were pulled down over his eyes, a special computer data system coded inside the lenses. Numbers ran up and down the right side of the screen, while he currently had it set on surveillance mode. In this mode, body heat impulses could track bursts of powers from others around. This mode was handy when in a situation where he didn’t know someone’s strength or ability. Already driving half way down the highway, he got to the point where he saw a Humvee on the opposite side of the road. It was turned the wrong direction, and there were skid marks showing their sharp tracks. Immediately Ace was interested, slowing his speed down to get a better look at what was away from him. A men and a woman got out of the vehicle, expressions of confusion across their face. On top of it all, the goggles covering his eyes were picking up signals, a dark red aura of heat seeming to glow around the girl. It meant she used a significant amount of energy recently, aka, she must have used a power. The man on further inspection appeared to be none other than Jasen himself. He had met him in the past, but never was interested at socializing with him any more than that. He knew of Leon and his team pretty well, they got the newbies off the ship. This girl he was with must be one of the newcomers. Whatever she could do, Ace was going to figure it out. If she was responsible for their breakdown, her ability had to have been interesting. The suave flirt inside of him would corner her later, get her to peep up. Piece of cake. Meanwhile, Ace continued to drive, not stopping to aid them in any way. He was on a time schedule, had to meet his teammates at the unloading dock to get their metal supplies.

Ace reached down, turning the music off. Clicking the speak button on his ear mic, he radioed one of men already by the ship. β€œDavis, almost there. Everything ready? I want this to be quick this time around. Last time was a close call,” he spoke through the mouth piece, Davis hearing him on the other end. The close call from last time was when Ace almost got caught turning a couple old car batteries invisible, almost. This time he was planning on having his truck closer to the Ship so that he could get the materials in faster. If Leon was still there at the dock managing the rest of the newcomers, then Ace would need to be extra watchful. Of course, if he was still there, he would love to confront him. One pastime of Ace’s was too see how much he could rally Leon up; the guy’s uptight personality always gave Ace a hearty laugh.

He finally made it to the other dome, out of the long tunnel highway. The ShipX was there, just as massive and impressive as it usually is. He parked his truck next to Davis’s van, another vehicle that would be used in this shipment scam. Sure, they paid for most of their supplies, but when Ace could β€˜invisiblize’ expensive objects every now and then, he would save them money, which was very tight on Mars. Ace was good at this vanishing act, never getting caught, it was just how it went. Seeing Davis, Ace got out of the truck and patted the man on the back, letting him know he was there.

β€œLet’s get this going, man,” he joked, lifting up the goggles from his face. Ace then looked across the way, seeing Leon and the rest of his crew, of course, and the rest of the newbies. There were only five over there, plus the one he saw on the tunnel highway. Only six this time? Huh, he thought, the amount of malformed humans arriving on this planet seeming to decrease slightly. Technology must have been getting better on earth, making more perfect DNA’s. Ah well, six newcomers was more than enough to keep the next few weeks interesting. For now, he would stand his ground and get the show on the road.

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Katrina held on tightly to the Humvee as it skid to a halt after some impressive driving by Jasen. She was shaking when it finally came to a stop, confused on how she managed to do that. She was thinking she wanted the radio to bust, but when it actually did, it didn’t seem possible. β€œI am not so sure,” she muttered, heart beating fast, glad that she was alive and that the vehicle didn’t flip. Listening to what he said, she got out of the now shut down vehicle. She was in a way mad at herself, for she wanted to get to the Community dome, and because of her... outburst, they were at a road block.

β€œI don’t like country music,” she said in a frustrated tone, leaning up against the vehicle. Her back could feel the waves from the Humvee, as if they were speaking to her. She was beginning to see that she could communicate with electronics in ways she never knew she could. It was kind of exciting, she had to admit, but still very scary that she was responsible for this. β€œI’m sorry,” she then said, tilting her head down and looking at the ground with t. β€œIf it makes you feel any better, nothing is wrong with your Humvee... Don’t ask me how I know that, because I’m not quite sure myself,” she added, walking over to where he was standing. He was looking under the hood, at all the inner workings. Katrina didn’t know much about car parts, but she could feel the electrical connections buzzing, the battery humming softly. On... she thought, closing her eyes tightly then opening them up again. The vehicle began to come back to life, engine turning on by itself. It made a reving noise, letting it be known that it was still working. She managed to get it back on, but there was no hope for the fried radio. She smiled, looking up at the older soldier beside her. She stayed quiet after that, waiting for how he would react to the Humvee coming back on again. The urge to want to get to her destination was fueling her power, letting it come naturally from her body as if she knew how to work it all along, though that was still not the case.

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Leon watched the area mostly, scanning back and forth, he thought that he had seen something move near the doors and saw someone squatting up there, seemed like he had seen Leon a long time ago also, for he was facing him and looked to be in a position to move should something happen. Leon squinted his eyes just a little to see, figuring it would be in vain, he retch down for his rifle holding it up to see through the scope. He saw Crip up there, hanging around like usual, what did he have in mind today, to pick off a newcomer or two to make the others worry? He thought about pulling the trigger to get Crip down, he had caused some trouble in the past, though usually Leon and his men took the win, he remembered the look of pain on the guys face after Cait had gotten a hold of him. He wouldn't lie about it Crip was a very pessimistic person, and pain looked good when it was spread across his face. Leon lowered the weapon and gave Crip the hand signal that he saw him/he was watching him now that he had seen him. A few moments later he heard trucks coming up to the docks, he looked over in time to see Ace and his men coming in for the supplies they got every time ShipX came in. He dismounted the gunner hatch his rifle slung to his side as he walked over to the trucks that had come in. "We got Crip and Ace now." He relayed it over the radio, it wasn't meant to be threatening, more of a warning just in case

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Jasen listened to what Kat had said before he jumped back in surprise. A truck was approaching and went its way and moments later Leon's voice had come over the radio, mentioning Crip and Ace. Not only did that catch him off guard, but he had left the communicator turned up too loud, he swatted at the ear piece a moment then reached back and turned the radio down. When he turned back he was at ease when the Hummvee just turned back on. He looked over to Kat for the moment and smiled briefly. "Seems like you're either getting to know what you can do or you're just getting lucky now." He put the hood down and re latched it, jumping back in the drivers seat and turning the key to the on position. "We can get you there now as long as we don't have anymore upsets on the way. He waited for Kat to get back in and continued to the living area.

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Leon approached the trucks that had come in, not to slowly but as cautious as ever, he had escorted William into the dome years ago it seemed, though that wasn't what he was known as now, Ace, he was somewhat of a punk, who ran around with some 'powerful allies' you could say. "Can I see your roster for supplies, Ace." He held his hand out slightly. It wasn't a friendly voice, but more business-like. He had a few times where some of the supplies that were meant for his team to pick up had gone missing, nothing important, but still, if they came up under supplied then their research couldn't advance quicker, and from the way that Keely and Cait acted, they wanted to get it undergo, why he wasn't to sure, but they were women and women had the potential to give him headaches with all the non-patience that they all seemed to share at one point or another. He looked it over skimming it, then handed it back, turning his head to look back at the new comers and such, noticing that some still weren't ready to go. The list wasn't really that great spare parts and all, nothing dealing with the electrical stuff he needed, or some of the other things they collected. "Thanks." He turned and headed back to his vehicles. "Last call, you're either coming with us or finding your own ride." He yelled it across the 'wasteland' of the docking area. He stopped by the truck looking at Crip one more time, wishing that he had taken his tac suit and made his team wear 'em to, but he wasn't here to scare the new people, and that might just scare em, just because the suits were custom made, over time while they collected supplies to finish em, and they didn't look at all friendly. Plus he hadn't had to wear them yet in 'public', there never seemed to be that much of a commotion to need them. He really didn't need them now either, but he still wanted them near-by, and that they weren't.

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Ebony frowned, as Keeley took hold of her wrists, healing her of the past injuries that she had received on the trip from Earth. "But how did you...?" Her unfinished question was answered when she pulled up her sleeve to reveal that she had transferred the cuts onto her own arms. Shock flashed across Ebony's face as she stepped forwards, taking the arms of the Healer and peering at the cautiously. "No way..." She muttered, examining the cuts and determining that they were identical to the ones that she had earlier held on her own wrists. "Why would you want to inflict that upon yourself?!" She asked, surprise and disgust filling her voice suddenly. "Surely healing people isn't worth the pain that you will now have to bear for a few days until you heal?" She watched curiously as Keeley wrapped her arms in bandages and then the injuries were lost from sight, but still she couldn't help but stare at her arms, where the cuts had made themselves clear. Even if Ebony had possessed such an ability, she doubted that she would have made it known, for fear of healing too many and losing her life herself. It may have been a selfish view, but she could not help but think that way.

Her attention was attracted towards Tildy, who was taking a blood bag and simply leaving. β€œI guess not,” She whispered, chewing her bottom lip and watching as the girl disappeared out of the hatch. β€œBut this is going to be hard on so many of them.” Her thoughts wandered to all those that had shared the trip to Mars, all of whom had gotten themselves off the ship as soon as possible. β€œWe should probably get off of the ship.” She noted, heading towards the hatch, where they had all disappeared to. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for her first sighting of Mars, although she had seen pictures when she had been in the Lab.

Stepping off the ship took a great deal of courage for Ebony to do. Although she wanted a new life, this one step would change her world for the rest of time and something halted her from doing so. Muttering to herself about being stupid, she jumped down on the floor. Casting a glance around, there wasn’t much to see. She was prepared from what was to come and the red landscape offered no surprises for her, except the fact that it seemed completely deserted, with no signs of life, other than the people who had been delivered along with her and the crew that had come to pick them up. Shuddering, she glanced at Keeley, unsure what to do on this vast new planet, where everything was new and unknown to her.

β€œYou are the most perfect human Ebony. Don’t ever forget that.” He ruffled her hair playfully, looking down at his adopted daughter, who was merely six years old at the time. β€œNothing is going to go wrong with you.” Ebony looked up at him with wide eyes, a smile on her pale lips.
β€œFather, tell me about Mars.”
He hesitated, before nodding his head once. Pulling her onto his lap, he took a deep breath and launched into his story.
β€œWell, as you know, we’re trying to create perfect humans in these Labs. Well sometimes those humans go wrong, they’re bad. They possess certain powers which could allow them to ruin all that we’ve worked for and we cannot allow that. It’s for the safety of all the humans on earth. So they’re shipped off to Mars, which is many thousands of miles away from here. There they are given a safe place to live, where they can interact with others of their kind. None of these people are ever mistreated in any way Ebony. But you have nothing to fear. There are no problems with you.”
Ebony nodded with wider eyes than before. She understood most of what had been said, but not all.
Back on Mars,

Ebony laughed bitterly to herself under her breath. Her father had been wrong. There was something wrong with her after all. She was one of the β€œfreaks” that he had told her about. And even though he sent these β€œfreaks” to Mars, he had spoken fondly of them.

β€œEbony.” The girl looked up from where she was writing, blue eyes focusing on the woman before her. She was thirteen years old at the time. β€œI’m sorry, but there was a problem down in one of the Labs. Dr Martin...He’s gone Ebony. He didn’t make it out in time.” Staring in disbelief, Ebony half rose, before falling back into her seat, limp with the agony that was tearing at her soul. She let out a scream, throwing everything from the desk. She fell to the floor, weeping, clutching at her stomach. The woman showed no fear, walking across to her and kneeling at her side. β€œI’m so sorry sweetie.” She whispered, putting both her arms around Ebony, who willingly accepted the hug, sobbing into her shoulder.

And that had been the event that had turned her into a β€œfreak”. Once she had lost her father, she lost all hope. It turned her bitter and angry, which resulted in her ability to wield fire, but also water to a lesser extent, which had never made any sense to her. She had been able to pinpoint that from the moment that she set the speaker in her cell alight just by thinking angrily and imagining it bursting into flames. In a way, it frightened her, for her power was not something she had wanted and one that would be considered evil by most. If she could, she would keep it to herself for as long as possible.

Opening her eyes, she glanced at Keeley, wondering what she should do. β€œHelp me,” She half smiled, trying to put a brave face on, so that the Healer wouldn’t think she was insane as she must of appeared, just standing there staring into space. β€œI have absolutely no idea what to do next.” Chewing her bottom lip, for the first time, she looked worried about living on the strange planet.

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Crip exhaled when Leon lowered the rifle. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath and the cliche wasn't lost on him, either. He was just focusing on the other man's hands from a long ways away. And I know what you're asking: "Why didn't Crip just teleport out of there as soon as Leon looked at him and picked his rifle up?" Well that's because Leon never reached for the safety. If he had been planning on shooting Crip, he would have switched the safety off. And believe me, Crip would have been gone long before that switch was even hit, had Leon's hand made even the merest twitch in that direction. But as it was, Crip was curious and he was going to stay so long as it wasn't going to get him shot.

But what now? The position was compromised and he was just hanging around like a creeper. Not that that wasn't exactly what he was doing, nor a fit description of him in general; he just didn't like looking like one. "I should kill someone...No...well...no, probably not..." he grumbled to himself. He could kill pretty much anyone at pretty much any time, he just, well, didn't. All he had to to was teleport something into their skull and poof, beasty food fresh for the pickin's. But he wanted to show people what life was really like; that was hard if they were dead. Just a little. Maiming, on the other hand. Maiming, he was okay with. Crip had a personal philosophy that said, "Everybody should be maimed at least once in their life." and an amendment that said, "but the more the merrier." He followed his philosophies as best he could without being shot.....too often.

"I could maim someone..." the thought, again, escaping his lips: a habit born from too many hours spent alone. "...but who?" He scanned the room again. The unloaders were now here. The ones with the garage Crip sometimes got "supplies" from. "Supplies", unlike supplies, did things the general public would usually prefer not to happen. The other difference between "supplies" and supplies is that Crip actually payed for "supplies". There was no point in making the whole world hate you, after all. Parts of it are more likely to kill you than others.

Most of the newcomers were off the ship now too. A dark haired girl (Ebony) was next, with Keeley keeping a close eye on her from behind. That either meant that this girl needed special attention or was simply the last one off the ship. The girl paused for a long time, just staring blankly and looking lost. "Alright, she's either dumb-" which is really rare even in the failures of the perfect human project "-or she's still really naive." Crip wasn't a fan of either type, but at least the more likely of the two was something he could remedy if he stuck with it long enough. She would be a good target for a long term venture. I could follow her around making sure she never forgets where she is and how she got here. It would be easy to find out-- "Dammit, you crippled old man!" Crip interrupted his own thoughts. "If you're going to do something, stop thinking about it and do it!" Crip stood up and grabbed the two steel pipes that held up his light. This was the final reason he liked this spot; he always had an emergency plan.

Concentrating his energy into about four feet of the pipe in his right hand and about one foot of the pipe in his left, he "jumped" to the ramp below, taking those segments with him. In a fraction of a fraction of a second, Crip was behind the girl. He swung the four foot length of pipe down on her head in a spot that usually left victims extremely disoriented, but not unconscious or dead. That was the state Crip wanted her in. He had no idea what she was capable of, but in that state, she'd hardly be capable of anything more than hearing him speak. He caught her with the other arm before she could fall. Dipping it under her arm and up across her chest to support her weight, he pulled her back against his chest so he could easily move her while leaving his other arm free. That way, his left hand was also by her neck and he pressed the foot long piece of steel held in it against the side of her neck hard enough that the jagged tip drew blood. Crip turned his head just in time to see the light he'd been standing on hit the ramp behind him. It exploded in a shower of sparks and flame, completely blocking the ramp up to the passenger level of the ship with burning wreckage and effectively walling off Keeley, Ebony and Crip from everyone else, unless there was still someone hiding on the ship. That was perfect. Crip danced sideways a few steps, still clutching the girl. He put her between himself and Keeley, with the short "blade" still pressed to her neck and the longer weapon extended past her at Keeley, just in case. The wreckage was now behind him so the thick smoke blocked out any chance of outside interference. Hopefully Leon wouldn't risk shooting what he couldn't see.

"Now, girl," Crip put his lips to the girls ear and spoke quietly. He was speaking to her, but his eyes were dancing around in his head watching everything. "I'm not going to kill you. Not because I can't," he twisted the jagged pipe a little farther into her neck as evidence. "but rather, because I don't want to. You see, I'm not a murderer, but more of a....a teacher; I promise." The way he said "teacher" was more than a bit sadistic and there was something about the way he said "promise" that made it believable, despite any hint of warmth. "A teacher of Life. What it is and how to survive it. Because you, my dear sweet girl, have been lied to." he went on in tones lathered with mocking pity. "Did they tell you about going to Hell when you die? Oh no no no! Death is the escape from Hell. Don't believe me? Look at all the demons around you here; look at the demons that sent you here. Life is Hell, little girl. You're living it...."

((Alright, Crip's not done talking, but a lot just happened in a very short amount of time and I'm sure everyone is reacting, so have at it. xD ))

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What causes this to happen? she thought to herself, though the question was pointless. Kat knew it had something to do with her DNA; that at the moment one’s power were to show itself, it was as if the power had always been there from day one. The scientists in the labs would say, your strength is at full power from the beginning, even if one doesn’t know how to tap into it yet. Katrina was a very smart girl for her age, and considered herself wise beyond her years. It was clear to her now that she could manipulate electronic objects... so far it has been a door, a radio, and a car. Not to mention, each experience had been unique, where for she unlocked the door, and fried the radio. Her slight grasp of an idea around her ability did little to comfort her, for she didn’t know the extent of it, or to how far she could take it. Not knowing is what scared her now, not of her surroundings, but of herself.

At the sound of Jasen’s voice, Katrina snapped out of her trance. He seemed somewhat flustered and off guard from the communicator in his ear, which carried over a little to when he spoke to her. Being that of the cancer zodiac, Katrina always considered herself having a keen intuition. She knew something wasn’t right at the moment. Either Jasen was going to do something crazy, or there was something about to take place near by that would as well be crazy. Maybe back at the loading dock? She heard Leon’s voice smoothly in her ears-- We got Crip and Ace now. She was able to channel the voice of Leon over Jasen’s headset into her mind through wishing to communicate with the electronic, listening to what it was listening to. Cool, very cool. What Katrina loved more than anything was figuring out things, for she was way too curious. Maybe having this power wouldn’t be half bad after all if she could always keep learning new things about it. Katrina got back in the Humvee’s back seat, buckling herself in tightly. Should they go back and see if things were okay at the loading dock? Maybe Kat was just imagining things. Besides, she really did want to see everyone else on Mars, and that was only miles away down this long tunnel highway. If something was going wrong back there, there were sure to be enough soldiers/ guards there to protect the newcomers, right?

β€œTrust me...” she stated, then paused, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking out the window, through the glass walls to the outside of Mars. β€œThere will be no more upsets...” she then finished. Whatever was behind her was behind her for now, and at this moment, she needed to do something for herself. To the living area, they were on their way. The trip down the road was somewhat quiet now, due to the fact that she broke his music device. In a way it made her smile proudly, for after all, she was still a stubborn teenager. She didn’t have to listen to his country anymore. That genre of music was so old, she couldn’t understand why anyone still would ever listen to it. As the Humvee made its way down the highway to the very end, she could feel the vehicle slowing down. From the expression on her driver’s face, they must have finally made it. Up ahead were the same metal type gates that guarded the other entrance to the tunnel. Yet this time around, these gates did not automatically open at the sense of motion. There were guards that were checking IDs of some sort, then manually letting people through. Extra precaution to the people inside was the reason for this, but to Kat it seemed a bit daunting. The suspense of wanting to see how many others there were was killing her.

β€œWhat are you going to say when we get to the guards? I don’t have any form of ID, like the people are showing in front of us. Will they know I’m new? And what is behind there anyway? How many others are there?....” the questions went on it seemed for the whole time they waited to get to the guard. The words were flooding out of her mouth from pure nerves, so hopefully this guy would understand. He seemed pretty laid back enough. She just wanted to know the answer, for she had so many questions. Maybe some that she should just wait and find out on her own. Who knows.

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As Ace parked next to his teammate Davis’ vehicle, he turned it off and got out of the truck. In the distance he still kept his attention on the people unloading off the ship. Leon had turned his attention over to him and his men. β€œLooks like we didn’t come in subtle enough,” Ace smirked to the man on his right, watching as Leon got off his vehicle and started walking towards him. β€œPint up son of a bitch,” he added with a sarcastic laugh, crossing his arms impatiently as he gazed up the looming Leon with little interest, eyes more focused on the rifle around his shoulder than anything. He knew what he was going to ask for, his papers for their supply pick up, like usual. In all regards, Leon didn’t have the authority to look at them or β€˜approve’ of their being here. Ace and his men after all were paying customers, and any accusations otherwise would be futile and discriminatory. There was no solid proof why Leon should be mad suspicious of him. Yet, to shut the man up and please his ego, Ace handed over their pick up list, as he did every time Leon asked to see it. In reality, it didn’t matter what was on his list. Picking a fight would only make Leon happy for it would give him another reason to not like Ace.

Ace watched Leon read over the papers quickly, then nod and walk back away. He was a strange man indeed, but now that that was over, he could get back to work.

β€œOkay Davis, start from the top and just go down,” he said while handing him the list of what goods they would be buying today. Meanwhile Ace walked up the metal ramp into the supply belly to start carrying them to his car. It was in times like this where he had to carry heavy sheet titanium that he was thankful of his strength. Piece by piece, he threw back into the trunk of his vehicle. Some others helped as well, and all seemed to be going fairly smooth. That is, until he saw what was going on out of the corner of his eye.

Crip... he thought in a surprise, amber eyes widening a bit at the scene now unfolding. The man appeared out of no where (though that was nothing new), but this time he really went for it and got a hold of one of the newcomers. A chuckle escaped his lips calmly. Ace wasn’t technically proud of what Crip was doing. In fact, he kind of felt bad for the girl for it was her first minutes on Mars and already she was dealing with a life or death situation. Crip after all was kind of crazy at times. The reason for Ace’s chuckle was because of Crip actually having the balls to do something instead of watch from above like normal. To every many, let him play, was what Ace believed. If this is what kept Crip kicking alive and entertained on Mars, then let him be. It wasn’t as if the girl he was holding in front of him was really going to get hurt or anything. Crip after all was surrounded by top notch soldiers, trained in the perfect armies from Earth. It would be an interesting match if anything extreme happened, but Ace’s gut told him they would move on from this experience, everyone being unscathed. Crip was most likely wanting some fun.

β€œOb boy,” he muttered, tilting his head to the side as he watched those from afar. Ace’s men around him kept working, for they were on a schedule. The ship didn’t stick around all day, especially when it is on autopilot. Ace would have to give Crip a big thanks later on, for while Leon would be distracted handling the siutation, it made Ace’s job that much easier on this side of the dome. Going invisible, Ace entered through the supply doors once again on board. In a corner across the way was a tiny brown box marked fragile. It had to be it. Looking at it intently for a couple moments, the box then disappeared-- well, to the average eyes it did, but to Ace, he could still see it. Picking it up with his right hand, he held it up to his ear. Tick.. tick.... tick... Ah, what a sweet melody to hear, Ace thought happily as he held on to the box tightly, exiting the ship. This was the only item that he needed to β€˜invisibilize’ this time around... something so tiny would never be noticed, especially when objects before this time have been sometimes cars. Yet, this tiny object was very valuable, worth around 500K on Earth. His boss at the warehouse has been waiting for this tiny box to come in for months, and now it was here, safe and sound.

Ace was still invisible when he walked back to his truck. Those across the way, like Leon, Keeley, and Crip, were still over there. Crip still was holding a sharp piece of jagged steel to her neck. β€œC’mon Leon, do something already,” he laughed, his voice ominous like air to the men around him who could hear but not see him.

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Sikes had been ignoring the others and the area, abit over energetic of finally being, what he considered, free. As the others talked to each other, Sikes suddenly dashed off. "Well I'm out, so long fellow freaks!" He yells as he storms off, dashing in high speed ahead of everyone and passed the ones that came to greet them. He wasn't caring about any of those things, all he cared about was to go out into the open without any stupid gaurds or chains. As he ran ahead, he began to move on all fours, leaping out the docking area and into the city area. He stops, looking up at the place as he let's out a grin in excitment as he then stormed off again. dashing past people left and right, he then started to move up along the building tops, leeping from wall to wall to move up to the roof like top parts. Once up above, he stood up straight, catching the sight. The city looked abit run down, but that was no bother for him, as long as he had nothing holding him down. "now THIS is life" He says to himself as he stretches out into the open.

(placing him on a "stand by" till something happens XP)

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It had seemed not 5 minutes went by after Leon had thought about his teams suits that something had happened, it had been Crip like he had expected it. He teleported behind Ebony and with what looked like a steel bar with a jagged edge, and he had it to her throat like he was gonna do something. In a sense Leon had expected him to do something, but nothing like this. This was just something someone didn't do. As soon as Leon had seen the teleport and heard what seemed like an explosion, but he hadn't seen the explosion, he was out of the truck and running towards them, pushing those out of the way and jumping the obstacles in his way, closing the distance between him and the menace standing in front of him. He had his gun up pointed in front of him at Crip and the woman, his face completely blank, that hard cold killer that he was, he didn't like taking someones life but at this point it was his or hers, and she hadn't been here more than a few moments.

He had heard Ace say something as he jumped from the trucks, but he hadn't heard what it was but it didn't matter. His gun was set to stun, seeming that he hadn't expected to kill anyone, he pointed the gun forward pointing it at Ebony, he was sorry ahead of time and he would have to expect her to want an apology, he fired, a small ball of electricity jumping from his gun right at her. There was some hope that the gun didn't cause too much damage, it was meant to stun but he had had his gun fired at him before and it sucked. He kept running toward Crip, if he held her too long, the electricity would pass through her and into him, and he was close enough to where it left little to no time to think of what he would do.....but he also didn't know if he could teleport Ebony with him or not either.

The team heard the commotion and began to act, Cait getting out of the vehicle and trying to set up where she thought he would go, Keely standing by with her weapon at the ready, Matthew showing a little interest in the matter, he could take him easily, but with that teleporting matter it may be a little more than what he heeded.

"once shes away from him, Open fire" Leon said it over his mic, just loud enough to let his team know what their orders were. "Try not to kill, but if it happens it happens, Cait be on standby for Crip if he gets away, Keely I'll need you to take the pain from Ebony, and I'll be there shortly to help you out. After we deal with him."

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Taking a step forwards, a sudden wash of cold air caused Ebony to shudder, as though someone was walking on her grave. Before she had the chance to turn around, she knew someone stood behind her. Freezing where she was, she clenched her fists, her body tensed, but it was too late. A dull thunk echoed around the dome as the bar was brought down upon her head. Stumbling forwards, Ebony's mind went black, everything going blank. A huge pain exploded in the back of her head, forcing a gaso from her rouge lips. She had no time to think and no time to react to the situation. The pain subsided a small amount, but it still took over most of her mind, making it hard for her to even think. Two arms grabbed her, holding her up, the cold feeling of jagged steel pressed to her neck, drawing droplets of warm blood that trickled in little streams down her pale neck. Dazed, a fuzziness filled her head, her eyesight blurred, unable to concentrate on any one thing. However, instinct kicked in and she knew that the arms that held her were not ones of a friend. She had to escape. But her movements were slow and confused, as she struggled in the arms of the stranger. Who was he? And what did he want with her? Fear bubbled inside of her for a few seconds, before anger took over clouding her thoughts even more so.

She ceased her struggling when the person leant forwards to speak with her. So, he was male. And he seemed to have it in for her. Closing her eyes, she listened, attempting to clear her mind in the process. If she could get rid of the dazed feeling, then she could get herself out of this situation and deal with this guy. It was harder than she had first thought. She forced everything from her mind, or tried to. Due to her training before, she was able to focus on one thing, clearing her mind completely. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, narrowing them in an instant and the man finished his "inspiring" little speech. Her head still hurt throbbed from hit, but the blurriness had gone. A peel of laughter escaped her lips, as she rolled her eyes. "Don't little girl me," She snapped, struggling furiously, despite the jagged metal pressed to her throat. "You have no idea what you're messing with. You're going to be sorry."

Out of nowhere, a familar sensation tingled through her palms, a feeling of fury, but at the same time, enjoyment. A sadistic smirk spread on her lips, an eyebrow cocked. She knew this feeling. She feared this feeling, but at the same time, it sparked joy within her. Grasping the stranger's arm, she prepared herself to release her anger. "Big mistake," She hissed, glaring at him. Opening her mind, she allowed her anger to flow, causing her arms to tingle uncomfortably, her palms itched. A spark flickered between her fingers, before her whole hand was aflame, still clutching the man that held her. Malice flickered across her eyes, as the fire died as soon as it began. Disappointed with the fire, she looked at the man, trying to gauge the injury she had caused.

Suddenly, for the sudden time in a few moments, a huge pain erupted through Ebony's body, this time from her chest. Her body tensed, then began to twitch uncontrollably, as a tingling feeling spread across her whole body. Her heart fluttered furiously, threatening to give out under the electric pulse. She cursed the person who had caused her this second lot of pain. She promised herself that she would make them pay as well. Her body was rigid in the arms of her capture, once again, unable to move.

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The girl started to struggle again and Crip chuckled as she worked the metal farther into her skin. He could feel her blood dripping from his fist now, but she managed to twist far enough to look him in the eye and spout the arrogant drivel he heard from so many newcomers. I guess that's all the time I get. She was feisty, alright, and prideful. But that pride wouldn't last much longer. She may think she's big shit now, but that wouldn't last once she saw what lay on the other side of the tunnel. There was real big shit there that Crip could only hope she'd get to meet first hand.

Although, if Crip played his cards right, maybe he could save some of that spunk. A smart person with the right goals and enough drive to go after them might really do something. He'd already admitted long ago that he'd lost all his fire two years ago when he came to Mars. Only ice had grown in him since. His heart and soul were just too cold to see the possibilities anymore, but maybe, just maybe he could teach someone to do a better job than he was. Maybe his existence wouldn't be a complete waste if he could just do that. Too bad he wouldn't live to see the day.

From barely an inch away, Crip watched a frightening mirth cross the girls face. It took her soft, beautiful features and stretched them into something awful. Her bright blue eyes suddenly seemed out of place on a face bereft of anything soft. By the time Crip felt the heat, she had reached an expression you would only expected to see on a lunatic. Only a madman could be that happy and that furious at the same time. She enjoyed her rage and she enjoyed what it did even more; Crip enjoyed watching it take hold of her. He knew what she was doing before she hissed her warning and before her hand ever caught fire, but his eyes never left hers. Baring his teeth at her, he let the searing pain fuel the passion in his voice to a depth that even he had to admit sounded stark raving mad and hissed back. "You'll thank me in the end when you learn what trash pollutes your mind, Little Girl!"

And then he saw it: the flicker in the corner of his eye. As he instinctively spun to put the girl between him and whatever the movement was, Crip tore his gaze away from her for the first time since locking eyes and glared at Leon instead. Leon had come around beside the ramp to get a clear shot. Unless the bastard had the ability to spontaneously put out raging fires or jump ten feet in the air, the man still couldn't get up the ramp to him till someone took care of the burning light blocking the only path, but he could still shoot from where he was. The facts ran through Crip's head at lightning speed and he knew he was either about to get shot by Leon or Keeley; he couldn't use the girl as a shield against both. Luckily (I guess), he didn't have to wonder which one it would be for very long. He was surprised to see Leon pull the trigger right off the bat, even though the girl was still in the way. If seeing that trigger finger begin to move hadn't made Crip twitch, she would have died right there. Instead, when the bolt hit and all of Crip's muscles tightened at once, the sharp end of the pipe slid across her throat. She might be coughing up blood for a little bit and have a nice scar, but it wasn't deep and that was child's play for any medic. In any case, it was a lot better than the alternative of slicing right through her carotid artery or possibly even hitting her spine. All in all, she was damn lucky.

Crip had watched the cut in slow motion and was so shocked and relieved that she hadn't just died that he forgot his muscles were about to unlock. His knees gave out and he crumpled to the ground, bringing the girl down on top of him. That brought him back to the real world. Of course, the real world wasn't a very pleasant place to be at the time. Not only was his arm still smoldering, but now almost every muscle in his body was cramped, too. That was the most annoying tenancy of those stun riffles. Old stunners would send a continuous charge through the system to incapacitate, but for long range riffles it was just easier to send one big charge that made ever muscle tense to their breaking point so fast that, more than not, each one would cramp or tear.

Crip made a small growl as he painfully forced his hands to let go of the pipes. Then he spoke one last time as he slowly pried his arm away from the girl's chest; she'd probably bruise there too, from how hard he squeezed her during the shock. This time his voice actually sounded kind, as if he had just made a new friend. "I'll see you again soon." and she shoved her off him and teleported away on the spot.

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Crip fell a little farther to the floor in the observation room than he would have preferred. "Oww." he grumbled. For a few seconds, he just laid there, crumpled up on his side, before suddenly swinging into a sitting position and pressing down on both his knees. The pain made him burst into laughter, but he needed to stretch out those cramps and laughing was better than screaming. Anyways, the whole thing was pretty funny. "I got so fucked up!" he managed to moan through the laughter, which made him laugh even harder. It was good. He hadn't done anything so forward in a while and he was proud. The pain was good, too. Crip was no masochistic, but the pain showed how far he was willing to push on toward his goals. It made him feel a little better about himself. Not many things could do that. It also felt more natural a state than any other in a world like this.

"Okay, okay," he goaded himself to his feet again. "one more peek and then off to take care of this arm." Looking at it again was almost mesmerizing. Like a car accident: grotesque, yet fascinating. Blood was dripping though cracks in the black, charcoal hand print that had once been skin. It was a perfect hand print. It reached only halfway around his forearm and as he watched, some of the blood dripped onto the marble floor. "I'll have to wipe that up before I go too." he grumbled some more as he hobbled toward the window. Crip seemed to grumble the most when he was in a good mood. At least he got another laugh when he realized: "At least my right foot doesn't hurt." Nobody would see him if he stood right in front of the window: it was dark in here and really bright out there, so all they would see was a reflexion, but Crip leaned against the wall and peeked around the corner anyways.

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It was their turn at the gate. Katrina sunk a little in the back seat as they pulled up in front. She watched quietly as Jasen stuck his arm at the open window, flashing an ID to the guard. Turns out she was worried for nothing though, for all the guard did was smile sheepishly and hit the open button that swung the gate up, letting them enter the main community center. Her eyes peeled wide as she took in everything around her. She was amazed at the inner structure of the dome. Jasen pulled down a cut off ramp that cars were to go around in and park. Once finally at their stopping destination, Kat unbuckled her belt and took a deep breath in. Calm down, Kat... this is home now, she thought to herself. Her door swung open, Kat landing on her two feet, her shiny titanium boots clicking against the ground. Everything was so massive and modern, the circular shape of the area completely different than what she lived in at her lab in Germany.

From the ground to ceiling, it stretched 60 feet up at it’s highest point of the dome. The bottom floor that she currently was in was alone 20 feet tall; the other two floors also 20 ft.

-Room of Trade-
That was what the sign read, and the title explained it all. There were shops spread around the sides, as well as food stations, classrooms, and repair shops. In the massive open center were tables, couches, and chairs that seemed to be used as a meeting area, where everyone gathered to socialize. Katrina looked around for the beds, or anything that gave sign of people’s own space. Not seeing anything worried her slightly. Yet, soon she would find out that on the second floor there was the housing stations. Each person was assigned their own number to where they would find their cubby in the wall. (Page one of OOC has image of what the rooms look like, as well more info on the floors and currency.) For now Katrina just stood still, eyes resting on the people walking to and from, on those congressing in the center. Everyone looked like perfect human beings, but of course, they were not. They had a malformed gene that she bore as well. What were their powers? If anything was reassuring at the moment, it was that at least they seemed to be getting along. In the middle, people were laughing, maybe at a joke one of them told. A sigh escaped her lips, attention then moving to Jasen who was now out of the vehicle.

β€œSo this is it, huh?” she asked, trying to sound relaxed though the stress she really felt.

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Ace walked over to his truck, opening the door and setting the small box down in the passenger seat carefully. Once safely inside, he visualized himself and the box, no longer being invisible. Another successful steal complete, like usual. He continued to watch what was unfolding across the way now that his mission was about over. It was an entertaining show, and was worth watching.

β€œOhhh,” he laughed, his eyes wincing as he watched Leon use his stun gun on the new girl, the electricity moving from the girl to Crip, effecting both of them. Of course the trigger happy soldier would shoot the innocent girl. Since when has the method of a rescue involved harming the victim before the criminal? Not that it mattered much to Ace. In fact, he also got a kick out of watching the amusing things Leon and his crew would do, like a comedic action show. If it was their prerogative to shoot her down, so be it! Yet as soon as the action seemed to finally be getting interesting, Crip teleported away. β€œAw, man,” he mumbled, dropping his shoulders. β€œPoor Leon didn’t catch his bad guy,” he then added smoothly, rolling down the window of his truck.

β€œDavis, I’m out. Boss wants that metal in your car by this evening,” he then gave his last order to his main man, then rolled the window back up. His truck started up with a rumble, engine reving loudly to make his exit known. He lit up a cigarette, and turned the music up on his radio as he took off back down the tunnel highway. The package in his passenger seat rested comfortably on the cushion. Inside the package was what Ace had only heard rumors about... the smallest solar battery ever built. It ticked like a clock, each second refueling battery power as light from the sun entered. His boss had been waiting years for Earth to send one, and it finally came. Sadly they only sent one, but one was better than none. Ace as instructed to return it ASAP, so that was what he was doing.

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Leon ended up standing over Ebony when he finally stopped advancing. So Crip couldn't take people with him, otherwise he would have taken her with him, to keep playing this little sadistic game. Leon looked down at the girl at his feet, she had been clonked on the head and had a nice goose egg from it, but her neck seemed to be what caused the damage, it bled, but from what Leon could see it wasn't that deep, which either way didn't matter to him. He looked up to motion for Keely when he saw a gloved hand coming at him, his face was covered and he felt the slice on his neck quickly.

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Keely had come up fast, keeping her thoughts to herself. Leon seemed to be assessing the situation, all she wanted to do was to get the girl healed and the hell out of the area, she had removed the glove on her left hand and touch Ebony, raising her head to look up so she could watch the wound heal, then as Leon turned she had grabbed at his face because there was no time really, she felt her power start reacting with Ebony's wound and transferring it to Leon, she watched as the wound sealed on Ebony and opened up on Leon, though it only stayed there for a moment, it was always fascinating to watch Leon heal, it was so fast, a moment before she saw the wound and as she looked at him now he was fine, the skin looked nothing like it had been wounded at all. She removed her hand turning to the girl on the ground, Cait and Leon were about, so if Crip was still in the area, they could handle it. "I'm sorry for the indiscretion on targets, Leon can be that way from time to time, but you're safe now." She tried to raise her a little upright. "If you wouldn't mind I think its time we all left before something else happens."

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Cait was out and about looking for any traces of Crip in the area, she had dealt with him before, so she knew that he was still around, just hiding, he liked to watch his work after all was said and done, and this wasn't gonna be any different, men don't change their styles to well, after all Leon was still the same from the first time she had met him, and it wasn't bad, she felt safe in his care, the least she thought, was that she'd know how things were going to go if someone had ever come to start shit with the people of mars. She ended back up near the truck keeping her head on a swivel, she wasn't gonna let another thing like what just happened happen to her.

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"Not all of it but yea, this is the part everyone really likes about dome life I guess, personally I think we have everything we need back on base, but this is where everyone else likes to be." He watched the girl, "There are other floors with other things on them too." He explained what he meant, about the resources being grown and the sleeping areas and all of the little things she prolly didn't need to know. In the process of talking he was walking also, no where in particular. "This is what life will......will......." He smelled the air, a smile lit his face up completely. HE walked over to a window. "Jasper, the regular man, and make it snappy." He heard Jasper in the back, "yea...yea....yea...." Jasen leaned on the wall nearby. Smiling and looked at Kat. "Best burgers around, and hes quick about 'em." He just smiled at her, she knew the basics now, and he had wanted to come back for food, and running into Jasper's place on accident was great.

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Leon had healed, he had felt it and now it was time to go. He jumped on the truck and gave a hand signal and whistled. It meant mount up, take everyone with ya and get the hell out, it was time to go before someone else wanted to start anything, the dock loaders had brought out the small stuff that they had ordered and Cait would have to take it back with her, the other truck was going to be full of people, so that they could take their supplies back. "Cait grab the boxes and crates and head back to HQ." He watched her confirm and start loading up after moving the truck closer to the equipment and what ever else was in there, and started loading it before taking off. "Last call now, 5 minutes to get ready, then whoever is still here, well this is where you're gonna stay until you decide to walk your happy ass back, and since you don't know where you are, well that'll be very interesting to learn about later." He was pissed off at this point, he hadn't wanted people to get injured or anything like that, the next time he saw Crip he would make him understand how pissed he had made Leon, and that wasn't a great thing to do.....next time, yea that would be the time to let him know.

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Gave a gruff sigh as he watched Crip leave. All this time Benjamin was leaning against the wall, pistol out. But he didn't do anything. No one seemed to notice that he was standing there, and he didn't seem to care what happened. Benjamin had seen death all his life, and this was nothing special for him. It was something that he hadn't planned for this all to happen, and he had learned a lot about all of them. Or most. Leon.. He could instantly heal, that woman that crip had could graph metal into her skin, and Crip could teleport, something to take note of. Benjamin quietly placed the pistol back in his pants, and turned to walk away. He had also noticed that Leon was rather reckless, he could've made the shot, but he was also behind the man and didn't bother to act. as for the man Ace... He found him rather annoying. But emotions were bad to let out, it wasn't what a soldier did. Leon wasn't really a soldier in his eyes, now that he had seen what he could do. He was just a boy scout, that liked to shoot and things and bark orders. No, in his eyes. Leon and him, were very different. At this point, he considered himself an enemy to everybody, it was a way to distance himself. Plus, he didn't really have any friends here anyways. He may have to kill any one of them in the future, and Benjamin wouldn't like to get close. Not that it would've mattered really anyways. He couldn't help himself, he made to fight, kill, and then die... But what troubled him was. Why wasn't he dead already? He was the last one of the 'Indigo experiment'. The rest either died in battle, or where exterminated after the program was leaked out to the public. His body shivered at the thought as he turned and walked away.

In what felt like slow motion, Benjamin emerged from the little corner where he was staying and walked towards the door. He gave everyone a death glare, would they know who he is? Would Leon know? One by one, he looked over everyone his combat boots making a heavy 'thunk' sound on the metal floor. He knew that there was going to be more trouble up ahead. And he wanted to have free room, to do whatever it was that he needed. It was a sad thought actually, he was a human being, raised to become nothing but a murderer, and now he has been exiled to Mars by the very people that raised him. He was told to be the best, he was to help protect the people of his country, and possibly the world. Then was scrapped like a used battery. In a sense, it had broken his spirit, he was a soldier. One of the best, and now all that was once dear was stripped away, so easily done. The only person that knew what had truly happened to him, and felt truly sorry was his father. The cause of everything that happened to him.

Benjamin's eyes were that of a killer, but held no anger towards them. They were calm, observing, and deftly terrifying. He eventually turned away and walked out of the room through a shield door that lead to one of the tubes that made it's way to one of the larger habitats. His steps were all calculated, with a surprising grace, he was quite large, over 7 feet tall. But by the way he moved, he could handle himself, and was very agile. It was a apart of the military training that he had undergone. years, and years being taught to maneuver efficiently, then, he was taught to do the same when injured. When cut, when blinded, when shot, when burned, again and again it was borderline torture but it was necessary. Once the door shut behind him, he kept the same pace walking into the habitat and looked around. There was the usual some what hussle and bussle about the place. He saw mutants that he had seen before, some he hadn't. But everybody saw him, since he was probably one of the tallest in the room. He didn't like the attention that it brought to himself, so he lowered his head and moved through the habitat ignoring those trying to sell things, and some people loudly speaking. Benjamin looked up and saw the usual ceiling, if he missed one thing from earth. It was the sky, the big blue infinity that was always above you wherever you went. Bu what was above you hear, was a cold dark layer of metal, or whatever material they used. But what made it more unwelcoming, was that it was holding out the outside elements, that would kill you if you stayed out too long. He sighed and moved along.

Benjamin eventually made it to his sleeping hole, which is what he called it, and climbed inside. There he shut the door behind him, and sighed looking straight up at the white around him. He was glad that these were comfortable enough. But it was far, from the that nice warm feeling you had when pulling a sleeping back closer over your body while sleeping in a trench. That was what was home to him, in his life experience. the phrase 'home is where you make it' was a literal fact of life. But it actually had dire consequences if you decided to 'make home' in the wrong place. He shook his head getting the bad memories out, and suddenly had a craving for a drink. He sighed and opened up the hatch, and hopped out snagging one of his small, and very expensive bottles of whiskey and tucked it into one of the pockets in his military pants. Benjamin also grabbed one of his classic worn, and slightly tattered jackets and put it on. He had used it, while on a mission in Siberia. Benjamin made his way out of the sleeping quarters, and to one of the many side viewing sections of the habitat looking out on the horizon. He sat down, and looked outside at the desolate landscape and looked around before opening the bottle and taking a sip.

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"You'll thank me in the end when you learn what trash pollutes your mind, Little Girl!"

The words echoed around Ebony's head, as the darkness engulfed her, suffocated her. Where was she? Surely she wasn't dead? How could she be? If this was death, it was not what she had expected. Growing up, she had learnt that death was not something to be feared and yet this constant darkness frightened her. If she was to spend eternity locked in this place, she would most definitely go insane. The thought alone was driving her crazy. There was nothing but the darkness. Nothing at all. The thought of living alone in a place devoid of any of life was a daunting thing and staying in such a place was not something Ebony intended to do. But how had she come to be there? And how was she to escape? She was almost certain that it was not death that had taken her, but something else. Her mind was blank, unknowing of the events that had taken place to get her there. Hadn't she been on the ship? No, she had left the ship, she was sure of that. So what had followed? Despite her constant digging, she was unable to locate the memories. Each time she felt she had grasped them, they slipped from her touch, retreating to the recesses of her mind, hidden in the shadows. She had to find them. She had to free herself or else she would be stuck here forever, but how?

Searching, grasping in the darkness, she fought to find anything that would help her. Except there wasn't anything. The black void, that she had concluded was her own mind, was empty. The only thing that resided there was her current thoughts, nothing more, nothing less. So what was she to do? She had to fight the darkness, or else give in to it and let it take her. No. She couldn't do that. She wouldn't surrender. Just as she made her decision, a bright light flickered at the edge of her mind. Hesitating, Ebony pushed her thoughts towards it, like a moth to a flame. It glowed brighter and brighter, enticing her forwards, locking her in place. All at once the light filled her mind, casting away the darkness, bringing her memories flooding to the surface. Coming off the ship, looking at the red rock that was now her home, then being attack by the one who had called her "little girl", then the sharp pain across her chest. Had that killed her? No, this wasn't death. She was merely unconscious. With that realisation, the light dimmed, shrinking back, but the darkness did not return to her. Inside, she felt her eyes open slowly.

Ebony was on her back, looking up at the top of the dome. Keeley was bent over her, inspecting her injuries. A hot pain stretched across her neck. She remembered the electric pulse, spreading from her to that man. The swipe of cold metal against her neck, cutting into her causing the warm sensation of blood on her neck. Her chest ached, as though she had been punched, with several broken ribs. Then there was the pain in the back of her head. It throbbed more than anything else. Every movement made her wince with pain. As Keeley leant forwards to remove the injury from her neck, Ebony flinched away from her touch. These people were rogues. They all meant her harm. From the instant she had set foot on this planet she had been targeted, by criminals and crooks. She could trust no-one here. Even this medic had a glint in her eye. As the pain was removed from her neck, she wriggled free of the medic’s grip, scrambling to her feet. She swayed, her mind going fuzzy for a few seconds before she regained her composure and steadied herself. She had to get away from these blood loving leeches who sought to destroy her. Shaking from head to toe, she testily tried to walk, discovering that with every step she gained more strength. But would it be enough to escape the grasp of the enemy? They were the darkness that haunted her every move. They were the ones who wanted to capture her and keep her locked up for good. To Ebony, this all made perfect sense now. Every one of them was evil in her mind. But her mind had been warped. Slowly, she was turning insane, due to the events that had met her when she first stepped off the ship. Fate had drawn a cruel card and was bearing down upon the unfortunate girl, with a slim chance of escape. Her path was hidden from view, obscured and unsure.

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Resident of Mars; Runs with a tough crowd of men

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Sad guy; hates everything; wants you to feel the same way.

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Abandoned out-dated 'technology'

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One of the six Malformed Humans forced to live on Mars

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An "almost perfect" human

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Novaya Russia's attempt to create a perfect human. However when his pychic mutation was discovered he was soon packed up on a shuttle bound for Mars.

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Raised in a lab her whole life to be the 'perfect human'; scientists' found her special ability, forcing her to leave Earth for Mars.

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An "almost perfect" human

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Raised in a lab her whole life to be the 'perfect human'; scientists' found her special ability, forcing her to leave Earth for Mars.

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Jacob Serrivin

One of the six Malformed Humans forced to live on Mars

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Coruvak

The worst thing man ever created.

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Borris

Novaya Russia's attempt to create a perfect human. However when his pychic mutation was discovered he was soon packed up on a shuttle bound for Mars.

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Benjamin stark

Abandoned out-dated 'technology'

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Resident of Mars; Runs with a tough crowd of men

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Raised in a lab her whole life to be the 'perfect human'; scientists' found her special ability, forcing her to leave Earth for Mars.

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The worst thing man ever created.

Character Portrait: Crip
Crip

Sad guy; hates everything; wants you to feel the same way.

Character Portrait: William/ "Ace"
William/ "Ace"

Resident of Mars; Runs with a tough crowd of men

Character Portrait: Nancy Shard
Nancy Shard

An "almost perfect" human

Character Portrait: Jacob Serrivin
Jacob Serrivin

One of the six Malformed Humans forced to live on Mars

Character Portrait: Benjamin stark
Benjamin stark

Abandoned out-dated 'technology'

Character Portrait: Borris
Borris

Novaya Russia's attempt to create a perfect human. However when his pychic mutation was discovered he was soon packed up on a shuttle bound for Mars.


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Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

um am i safe to assume this is dead? if so after all this time i will delete the characters and stuff.... love yal x

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

don't tell me this is dead!!

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Just not cool enough to keep people posting.....

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

This roleplay is number 4 on the most words per post! very cool

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Sorry I haven't had the chance to get a post into Mars yet! I will have one up by tomorrow!

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

I don't think I'll have him attack her... But probably have close calls when Ebony is around.

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Ebony's already mentally unstable at this point, so feel free to pick on her if you wish. :) It'll help reinforce her point that everyone is out to get her and therefore make her more insane. :)
Just a thought! :D
Kim~

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Ok, sounds good to me.... Or he could just fight :P

Who wants to fight a super soldier?

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Shoot someone! xD

Hmm....I think I have an idea of who's going to be shot....

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

it's not that I have writer's block... It's that he can't seem to grab anyone's attention. But I guess that's mostly my fault, he needs to do something besides be tall and intimidating :P

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

dont worry super! we all experience writer's block every once and a while!

thanks for posting greywaters!

I will try and post asap!

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Bah... I don't know what to do with my guy anymore. :(

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Alright, it's up. And again, so sorry for not posting sooner. :(

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Oh God. I'm so sorry, everyone. I could throw down an excuse, but I'm not buying any of them.
But I'm typing now. I swear!

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

same! just waiting on greywaters! :D how is everyone doing?

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

Hey guys, I haven't left this roleplay in the slightest, I'm just waiting for GreyWaters reply and then I'll get right to it! :)

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

I'm back! and i posted, i just kinda threw my guy in there.... i'm so happy to be back! and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the Coruvak ;3

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

I promise to post soon. I've been preoccupied. :/

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

haha yeah!

posted! hope you all enjoy it!

Re: [OOC] Exile To Mars

It has just occurred to me the effect a man with one leg, only most of his fingers, a large wound on his arm and very cruddy clothes drunkenly groping some young girl's face, in the street, on her first day on a new planet might have on someone.

Maybe Crip tried to hard with Ebony.....
lol