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Redemption

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Goth-3 Gundam on Thu Apr 13, 2006 10:21 am

Sometime the next day, Eros awoke, still strapped to the table in sickbay. Luckily, his head was not strapped down, so he looked around to see who was there. The doctor from the night before had returned, and the guards had been replaced yet again. He realized that the buzzing in his head had stopped, and counted that as a blessing. He lay there for a few moments, just to collect his scattered thoughts.

Well, I'm certainly off to a bad start. Maybe there's some way to fix things.

Eros started weighing possibilities. From what he gathered from their brief interaction, Zhelir was a battle hardened, rutheless man who most likely wouldn't forgive and forget.

This is going to be tough.

Eros turned to the doctor.

"Doctor," he began, "may I please be released for a few minutes. My leg is cramping, and I have to use the Latrine."

The doctor eyed him warily, seeming to weigh the possibility of another escape attempt. He motioned to the guards.

"Unbind our guest, then escort him to the head. If he tries anything funny, shoot him."

As the guards undid the straps on the table, Eros addressed the doctor.

"I'm very sorry for threatening your life last night. I was just a little paranoid. Is there any way I could meet with Zhelir again?"

"I'll accept your apology when you prove that you're trustworthy. As for Zhelir, he's a busy man. I might try to get you in a meeting, if you behave yourself."

"Thanky you."

By that time the guards had finished releasing him, so Eros stood slowly. He flexed his well-built arms, then worked the cramp out of his leg. When the guards motioned for him to move to the door he went gladly.

The bathroom was about 30 meters down the corridor. As they walked, Eros took in the spartan look of the colony.

And people live here? he wondered with fascination.

When he arrived at the latrine, he happily releived himself.

OOC: Now would be a good time for Zhelir to RP a conversation between himself and the Doctor.

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OOC: My thoughts exactly.

IC: Zhelir slipped the comlink from his belt, having felt it vibrate heavily against his hip. He placed the device close to his mouth and flipped it on.

"Darkfall," He called into it, wandering casually down the starboard repair bay of the Leviathan.

"Sir, you requested I report to you when I had a few. I've got a few." Came the Doc's voice, sound both anxious and excited.

"Fire away, Doc."

"Well, put frankly, there's some fucked up shit goin' on. No sign of any mental
damage, persay, but his mind ain't exactly normal. He's not damaged and he's not crazy, near as I can tell, which is pretty close, but there's some serious abnormalities. There's some unnatural occurances in his--"

Zhelir cut him off, not knowing the first thing about the anatomy of the brain, or most of the human body, for that matter.
"Spare me the meddy bullshit, Doc, I ain't gunna understand it. Just gimme the simple terms."

The Doc gave a humorless chuckle. "Alright, based on these readings and recent personal experience, I believe we're lookin' at the closest thing we've ever known to a psychic. None of this is confirmed, mind you, but based on experience and examination, I'd have to say he's got ESP. I'd even go so far as to say he could have some level of telekinesis, but I've got not proof of that. He says he wants to see you, sir."

Zhelir stared into the wiry grey surface of the comlink's speaker for a moment. A psychic? Fuck that, psychics only existed in shitty horror movies. None the less, he'd never known the Doc to be far off the mark with his guesses.

"Tell 'im I'll be there some time today, Doc."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Goth-3 Gundam on Fri Apr 14, 2006 3:59 pm

Eros splashed water on his face, and drank from the tap. Then he started massaging the imprints left from the table's straps.

Well, they worked.

Eros was then escorted by the guards back to the sickbay.

"Zhelir said he would speak with you sometime today." the doctor informed him.

Eros laid back down on the table, expecting to be bound up again. As the guards moved to secure the straps, the doctor interrupted.

"No, move him over to that chair," he motioned towards a seat that had some type of instruments all around it.

"A'right." replied the main thug.

What now? Eros thought as he willingly complied to the guards' less-than-gentle nudge in the ribcage.

After being strapped in, Eros waited for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly he realized that he hadn't eaten in about 36 hours. His stomach ached with hunger, but he really didn't expect to be fed. Especially if he asked.

The only thing of any interest for the rest of the day was one case where a mechanic failed to get out of the way of an MS launch, and was severely burned as a result.

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Zhelir meandered up toward the man's Hospital room. He'd reclaimed his G3A4, which he'd deposited in his quarters on the Leviathan before going to work on one of the refit stations, but he didn't think the need to use it would arise today. The prisoner was trapped, probably tired, and, Zhelir suddenly realised, probably hungry as sin. He hadn't ordered them to feed him, so they probably hadn't.

He stopped just outside the door, pulling his comlink out. He keyed in the access code to the room and slipped in, tossing the device to the chief of that guard squad he'd assigned.
"That's tuned t'General Sin's personal frequency. Go out into the hall and inform 'im of the situation thus far, and tell 'im I'll be in contact personally to inform him of further findin's."

The guard nodded and slipped out into the hallway. Zhelir turned to the one nearest the door.
"You, go fetch some food from the mess hall. No shit, either; I'm not fond a' the starvation technique. You don't gotta make 'im a salmon dinner or anythin', but grab him a couple burgers or somethin'."

If the second guard found his orders unsatisfactor, he didn't show it. He turned and left, heading in the same direction as his chief. Zhelir waited a minute or two before the guard returned hastily, carrying with him what appeared to be two burgers of some kind, a half a loaf of bred, a bottle of water, a bottle of some kind of citrus pop, and a bag of chips. Zhelir nodded his head over toward the prisoner and the guard deposited them in his lap before undoing the straps around his wrists.


"Alright, so let's start with the basics," Zhelir spoke to the prisoner, "What's your name, and what the hell are ya?

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Eros hungrily eyed the burgers in his lap. As soon as he was released, he grabbed one and ravenously tore into it. He then drank half of the bottle of water. He finally realized that his host was awaiting an answer.

"Excuse me," he said, wiping his mouth.

Why is he asking me again?

"As I already told you, I am Lieutenant Eros Sabersky. What am I, I am a pilot in the Earth Federation Space Force, formerly of the carrier Graystr." he paused for another bite of the burger. "No disrespect intended, but why, since you already know, are you inquiring this of me again?"

Eros twisted the cap off the bottle of soda and took a sip.

Don't need too much sugar, I might shock my system. he thought, then began to eat slower.

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Zhelir smiled wryly, pulling a sheet of paper off the Doc's desk.

"This happens t'be an overview of Doc's findings on your mental analysis. It shows that, for one, you ain't even close to stupid, so don't play it. For another, it shows some interesting characteristics of your mental capabilities. So let's try this again without you playin' hard-to-get: What the hell are ya?"

He tipped backward, allowing his weight to fall on the wall behind him, his G3A4 hanging loosely from his hand. He was going to get answers as to what the fuck was going on around here.

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Eros swallowed the last bite of the first burger, then quickly reviewed the test results.

Well, they know. he thought, inwardly chiding himself for not keeping his mind shielded better. Maybe cooperating will get me further than resisting.

"I am a Newtype." he informed Zhelir. "That probably means nothing to you, it doesn't to most." he paused. "What that means is: I am a telepath. I can sense others emotions, thoughts, communicate via thought, and even see short distances into the future."

Eros awaited Zhelir's reaction, fully expecting to be shot where he sat.

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Zhelir smirked, clipping the rifle to the side of his belt. At least the kid and the doc were agreeing on it.

"That's better. You'll find honesty and a lack of fake stupidity're always gunna be the best policies with me. Now, you'll understand if I don't entirely believe ya, regardless of what Doc says, so I've come up with my own simple test. I'm going to think something as hard as I can, and you tell me what it is."

He closed his eyes and pictured three words of a long, long dead language : Mortis Ex Hominus.

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I really hate tests like this. Eros thought with disgust.

He probed a little longer than he normally would. He could not afford to screw up again because it may cost him his life.

Mortis Ex Hominus. was all he could get.

Sounds Latin. he thought.

"Mortis Ex Hominus. Is that Latin for Dead Man?"

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Zhelir smirked, letting the paper he still held drift gently to the floor. Guess the Doc was right: they had a psychic on their hands.

"Death from Man, actually. Goes back to the days of m'training, but that's neither here nor there.

"I'm gunna offer this to ya one time only. If ya screw this by pullin' another stunt like earlier, you're not gunna be comin' back to confinement in a hospital, you'll be shipped to L01 and Sinful, the only guy in this little pocket a' the universe I take orders from, will deal with ya accordin'ly. And ya don't want that."


He paused, gathering his thoughts. If the guy fucked up real bad, he'd send him to Neo Nagasaki. Guy wouldn't live 10 minutes in that shithole. No one did, unless you had the sign of a major corporation on you.


"I'm gunna release ya from the hospital. You'll have access to every area a civilian would, and you'll have all their rights, the works, with one exception: one of my guys will be tailin' ya at all points. Ya can leave any time ya want, and upon your leaving, my guy'll stop tailin' ya. Be forewarned, though, that if ya go to L01, L05, or or MO-V, you'll get the same treatment, and if ya go to L03, you'll likely get your nuts blown through your head before you can say 'I surrender.'"


He paused yet again, struggling a brief moment with the next part, but ultimately deciding it was the best course of action.

"If ya stay in the colonies long enough without any big incidents -- we're human enough to understand traffic tickets ain't no sign that you're a spy or anythin' -- your tail will be removed. And, pendin' the approval of General Sin, you'll be allowed t'join the military forces, should such an unlikely desire arise in ya, as soon as ya walk out the door. As with b'fore, however, you'll be tailed in your service and ya won't be given access to any classified information for a duration a' time, but that's standard procedure."


He nodded over at the guard captain once more, and the soldier slipped over to Eros' chair and removed the straps confining him.

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General Sin's comm rang and shortly there after he was made aware of the prisoner on L04. He was also informed of the Doctors reports and his theories. Needless to say he was very interested in the individual and was immediately thinking of what forms of use he could be to the government and the colonies.
"Tell Zhelir to keep me posted. That man is not to leave the Colony for any reason unless he's being shipped to L01 under heavy guard. Zhelir may do whatever else he wishes with him, however I want him alive and healthy unless he shows extreme hostility. Also have him transmit all of the medical reports to me, I want to see the EEG scan on those brain waves."
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Goth-3 Gundam on Mon Apr 17, 2006 10:32 pm

OOC: before Sin's interjection.

IC:

Eros couldn't believe his ears, and wouldn't have beleived Zhelir if he couldn't sense Zhelir's emotions.

"That's very kind of you," Eros began to say. "However, I can't allow you to keep the Gundam. Your people have taken my pilot suit, so the G-3 is the only possesion that I have. It is apparently the only ties I have left to what I used to know. It has saved my life many times over, so I feel a connection to it."

Eros struggled how to put his next statement without enraging Zhelir. He collected the remaining food items in an orderly manner and stood to look Zhelir in the eyes.

"I know I'm really in no position to request this, but I will anyway. I would like to be allowed to try to repair the Gundam. Your people don't know the systems. I do. A dead MS is of no use to you. If I'm allowed to fix it, I might pilot it for you."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Tue Apr 18, 2006 9:09 pm

Zhelir nodded at the man's request. He could understand the feeling well enough; he'd probably blow his own brains out if the Leviathan was ever permenantly removed from his possession. A war-man got to taking a shining to his weapon.

"I'll see what I c'n do. I'm overdue to send a report to the boss-man, anyhow. Don't bet th'farm on being allowed to, but I'd say there's a good chance. Damn good, if ya do indeed pilot for us."


At that, he stepped out of the office, retrieving his comlink from the guard captain and taking a quick message from him, and nodded briefly before sending the guard back into the room and calling his old friend himself.

He left a full report with Sinful of the conversation that had just taken place, excluding no mundane detail. At the end of it all, he tacked on two things.


"I got a request for ya, amigo, comin' from Tersan and my Security Chief, Aerax Baeradon. They been gettin' together a lot, and they finally came out n' asked me if they could start up an Academy out here in the Big Empty. Tersan wants to train up th'pilots, Aerax wants to train 'em up in the art a' combat.

Also, my personal opinion on this Eros guy, is to let 'im go to work on 'is suit. We c'n install his suit with a remote-det. device in case he tries t'run, and if he decides t'stick with us, well, he gives off the same kinda vibe I got from Rick back when we were trainin' together, ya dig?"

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General Sin received the broadcast to all }{G members by Cloud-Strife. As startling as it was, it was bound to happen eventually. Everyone who knew him knew he would never be out for long. Without hesitation, he canceled all plans he had and scheduled an immediate trip from L01 to Earth. Just as he finished, he received the transmission directly from Zhelir.
"An Academy? That's a great idea. A great pilot and a great fighter training the colonists. Make sure the trainees get some kind of adequate sign-up bonus if they agree to fight for the Colonies whenever they are called upon. I'll leave the details to you.

As for this...Eros you said his name was? Well, I'd trust your judgment the same as mine. If you're gettin' this vibe from him, then he must be something. I'm still a bit edgy with the psychic idea. For now I'd keep the planned war under wraps, and keep all confidential information sealed away in your mind while around him. Plant the remote detonation device in his suit, and only then allow him to work on it. Give him a separate bay all to himself, I don't want him mingling with the other mechanics. Under no circumstances is he to leave the colonies. If an enemy gets near him, kill him.

Also, I'm sure you got the message from Cloud. Looks like he's got somethin' on his mind. When you go, make sure to bring Miyumi and Eros and anyone else you might have in mind so long as they are trustworthy. Maintain militant production at optimal speeds, we still need to keep preparing for this war.

Sin, out."


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Zhelir nodded silently into the comm as he clicked it off, more to himself than anyone else. He keyed open the door and slipped in, speaking first to the guard captain.

"Baeradon, I've got two orders for ya. Th'first is to go and rustle up Miyumi, the mechanic overseein' the repair of the Leviathan, Mercurius, and overseein' the production of the Virgos. Tell'er to meet me in oh, say," he consulted the chrono on his wrist to check the time, "12 hours.

"The second is t'get a shuttle in order to transport myself, Miyumi, and two others within 12 hours. That's where she's t'meet us.

"After that, you're to find Tersan and tell 'im you're both relieved of your posts, and thereby placed in the positions of Head of Academics. Ya'll have access to all of SIG and }{G's funds to get us an Academy up an' runnin'. Only the best for our boys."


The chief contained his excitement well, but not entirely. He tipped a quick salute and left. Zhelir turned next to face Eros.

"There are two conditions to ya bein' allowed to work on your suit. First, ya gotta let the techs install a remote-detonated bomb in your cockpit, to make sure ya don't try to jump us.

The second, is you gotta accompany me an' two others to Arizona, planetside, to meet a few people."

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Miyumi recieved the notice half an hour after it was sent out.

Good, she thought, That gives me enough time to finish this repair and throw the few things I'd unpacked back into the suitcase.

Working quickly and accurately, she finished the repair to the engine she had been working on, so intent she didn't notice until after the removal of the gundam. A few discreet inquiries told her that they had installed a remote detonation inside.

So, they're letting him work on his suit. Hmm, maybe it didn't go as bad as I thought it did...

She pushed it out of her mind, and went to pack. It didn't take her long, and she was at the appointed meeting place half an hour early. As she waited, she let her mind wander down to earth, wondering how Kisha was doing, if Giselle was taking proper care of her. She took out the picture and gazed at it, remembering her time in the circus until the others came.

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"Don't worry, I wont't try anything else stupid. I couldn't risk the G-3 like that." Eros assuerd Zhelir.

Hmm, If I can set the remote feedback loop...

"Umm, What's in Arizona?" he asked.

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Zhelir smirked. "My bosses. M'earlier statement requires a hair of modification: there are now two men in this little pocket of the universe I take orders from, and both'll be there. If ya want to accept these conditions, one of these fine gentlemen can escort you to the shuttle bay. I have an erand to run."

Zhelir turned and strode from the quarters, making his way out onto the streets. It'd been a long time since he'd ventured into the portion of the colony he had in mind, but he had no trouble remembering the route. He shuffled through the ankle-deep snow on the sidewalk, fishing a cigarette out of his shirt pocket. With a quick blurr of black and gold, the cigarette was lit and smoldering gently between his lips.

He walked on for several minutes, his emerald greens unfocused and allowing his feet to guide themselves. It'd been a dog's age and then some since the last time he'd laid eyes on her. Would she recognize him? Maybe, maybe not. He didn't keep his face plastered all over the colony; he didn't believe in leadership by reminder.

He jerked his head upward when his feet suddenly stopped, having aparently found their destination. He was facing a plain-looking door. He raised his right hand and rapped three times on the door.


"Belle?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Belle on Fri Apr 21, 2006 10:09 pm

Belle had been home a mere ten days before that evening. Before then, it had been nearly four years since she had been home. Those years were spent doing odd jobs here and there, rarely settling down for more than a month. Being home again brought on a great sense of comfort and, as one would expect, nostalgia.

Belle had spent these last ten days getting her apartment back to the way it was before she left. She was amazed that it hadn't been rented out, or at least her things removed. Instead, everything had remained untouched, a soft layer of dust collecting over everything.

She had just taken a rest from her seemingly endless cleaning when three strong knocks echoed throughout her apartment. With a sigh she rose to her feet, praying it was anyone but the landlord. The last thing she needed was to be hounded for back rent.


"Belle?" The man's voice carried through the door just as she was standing next to it, making her jump the slightest bit.

She abruptly grabbed for the door, nearly missing the handle. A swift pull revealed the man on the other side.


"May I help you?" She asked.

As her eyes traveled up to his own, she realized just who he was.


"Zhelir?" She asked, even though she knew, without a doubt, it was him.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sun Apr 23, 2006 6:01 pm

Zhelir smiled as she stepped out. It'd been ages since he'd last looked upon her, but she looked just as beautiful as ever to him.

"In the flesh," He replied, grinning still wider. "'S been a while, eh? Sorry t'be abrupt, but put shortly, the leader of }{G's returned, and bein' that you're on the roster, y'ought to catch a shuttle Earthside with us to attend the meet'n."

He stepped back from the door to allow her to step out, hoping she hadn't decided to resign from the team.

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