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David F. Morgenstern

[quote]Wait..You mean I'm going to have stitch someone up again?[/quote]

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'Black Finger'

A rare genetic disorder. A mixture of telekinesis and brain manipulation. It usually occurs in the highly intelligent and mentally disturbed children and advances slowly though childhood.
It begins, with a black finger,at birth, which then slowly turns the pale white where therein, it can send out various brainwaves. The brain-waves have been known to be changed. No two 'Black finger' infections are the same, one for instance, can simply point, and the victim dies, while another points his finger, and the victims brain explodes, however they are all malevolent brain-waves.

David's infection is honed to be of a torture technique, it uses mental sparks of pain. That spread like fast growing roots throughout the body, thus extricating pain. That amplifies with every negative thought.

The victim must learn to love David.

So begins...

David F. Morgenstern's Story

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David F. Morgenstern Had been taking a casual stroll, when a giant ship appeared over the bar, and that was kind of unnerving, he briefly wondered what the hell the ship was doing here, he continued to stare, His gaze unbroken, he stroked his chin. He pulled up his coat, and waved at it, trying to get the pilots attention.

"Hey, Down here you fool!"

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David F. Morgenstern Threw a rock at the ship, and started to throw more and more, trying to get the 'Pilot' to move, or get his attention.
He sighed, he knew rocks weren't going to work, so he pulled out his pistol, and started firing at it. Any idiot would know that doing that would either get you shot back, or sparks someones curiosity, the latter wouldn't matter much, the former?, That would.

He yawns, and holsters the now empty clipped pistol.
Wondering briefly, if the sensors would go off.

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David F. Morgenstern Just frowned, as if she couldn't tell he had immortal DNA patterns, he just grunted, he didn't want his jacket being shredded, or his face.
he only just managed to escape the hail of bullets, he sighed, Tungsten?, God, Always with the over-kill on these ships, he threw his pistol the floor, and held up his hands, in a surrendering position. "I just want to talk with you idiot, Killing is just going..to..d.." At that very moment, three juggernaut class battle-cruisers rolled into existence. "And here comes the spaceport defense...." he said rather sarcastically.

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 "Well, Either one of two things, take your pick, I'm Inflicted with immortality, a slight malfunction with an experiment of mine, and those are some VERY, crude, well stupidly crude guards."

He shrugged, before letting his arms fall to his side, He shrugged again. "And no, Shooting me, doesn't cure it, I tried."
"I do believe, that angering Terra's space-fleet, is kind-of, y'know a suicidal plan, but then again, so is attempting to get the attention of our lazy pilot, with an itchy trigger finger.".

"I did just want to talk, and ask why there is a ship overhanging a bar..."

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 "I could get my friends, at the imperial worlds, and i think we both know, that they have billions of ships, and what is it...That huge ship..."
he hesitated, scratching his chin, pulling up his rather ratty looking coat. He then started talking again, his eyes gleaming.

"The, [url=http://i30.tinypic.com/kcypvs.jpg]Retribution[/url]..."

he shrugged again, knowing that anything aschen couldn't even stand up to a imperial retribution class.
he walked up to her, not afraid of her threats, and pride.

"Oh,I did attempt that, Was painful."

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David F. Morgenstern Strolled into the half-repaired Bar, he didn't get it, why didn't they just make a new one, or go to the diners?.
he shrugged, before noticing Vampiric rage, abruptly ignoring him, crazy fool.
he ponders for a second, before moving to the newly built glass counter, leaning on it.
he yawned, and placed his duffel bag on the floor, and sighed again.

"Mangled flesh, Need to find a perfect stitch for that."

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David F. Morgenstern Turned to see Tyliana, swiveling on his stool, making him spin around three times, before finally stopping with him, slightly disoriented.

"Yes?" he said huskily.

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 "What's wrong with him?" he said rather factually, spinning his stool, to face Tyliana.
"What did he do?, I'm David by the way, Professor."

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 "Meh" he simply said, still spinning on his chair, for some reason, to be honest, he was only doing it, because he thought it was fun.
He was weird like that.

"Ty-lain-a, Right?"
"Or is it, T-yain-la"

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 "Ah, Well then, Ty, Ty, is going to be my name for you, O goddess, or what say you." he shrugged, stopping his spinning, he leans on the counter, and blinks lightly, looking at the selection of alcohol.

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 "Your a greek entity?, Do i have to treat you with respect now?"

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David F. Morgenstern Strolled into the half repaired bar, brushing off dirt,and pulling down his hat, his Eyes shone, as he smiled, his jagged teeth, glinting in the light, as he strolled and sat on the counter, relaxed, and content.

He Yawned, and put his legs on the stool, stretching his hands, and flexing his fingers.
His pants were fairly rugged, ripped, and covered with dirt, his shirt was no longer the pure white, it once was.


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David F. Morgenstern Turned around, swiveling on his chair to face Dues.
He laughed quietly, then said.

"Ahh, Mister Dues, I've been expecting you."
he gestured towards a stool, throwing him a rag, his eyes met Sophia's, and he smiled.
He did cock an eyebrow however, that said "If you need something, speak up then".

"Mister Dues, Sit, I have a proposition for you."

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 "I'll make this short and quick, I know, Your Dues Bourne, World class Merc, and I have a job for you."

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David F. Morgenstern Gestured towards Sophia, for her to come to them.
"Come." he pulled out a large map, stained and ripped.
He then moved his hand to Dues Ear, and removed the earpiece, pulling a glass of beer towards him, and dropping it in.

"Private Matters."
He simply said, still gesturing for Sophia to come.

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 "Please lay your guns on the table, and all weapons, You may keep one weapon, which you will do anyway."
He put a leg on-top of his other one, leaning against the counter, watching them, his icy blue eyes projecting something..More.

"You know the situation in Africa, yes?" He sighed, then continued.
"With the warlords, and the constant little wars, that don't even cock the eyebrow of America, and give people, something to cluck their tongues at." "Yes?"

He pulled out a large map of Africa, with marked red spots, all across it, five of them.

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David F. Morgenstern [color=navy]Cocked an eyebrow at Sophia, then continued talking.
His voice cold, and emotionless.

"Well, This is biggest 'Crazy' thing, you will ever have the pleasure of hearing."

"Africa, was the starting point, on the super-soldier program, clones, You name it, we were on the brink of Supreme domination, of these soldiers, breaking them emotionally, You can't break men, or clones, like a dog, It's a crazy idea, that men have, Courage, and a proper way of killing someone, it's like a anesthetic, You have to break that, kill the wounded, All that, Become the mans, personnel monster, But you have to remember, it's a display, like a gorilla beating his chest, lose yourself in it?, Your no longer a man, but a monster, less than a man."

He sighed, and continued.

"My apprentice, lose himself in that display, and turned into a sadisticall monster, he betrayed me, and now he runs several parts of Africa, I need you to, clean up that mess."

"Seven billions dollars, and access to experimental weapons, within five years of d

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 Doing the job"

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David F. Morgenstern Smirked, his teeth were slightly jagged.
He turned to face Sophia.

"I know, by your weapons, your more of a stealthy approach, And we need that, This man, my ex-apprentice, he is a genetic experiment himself, he sells experimental weapons, to african warlords, it's only a matter of time, till they ally, and we have a whole legion of super-soldiers, with laser guns, running around the world, randomly blasting people."

"It also cleans up the mess."
"Well?"

He gave her an arched eyebrow, his cold eyes boring into Desidra.