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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/30/2016 3:23:45 AM
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[i]"Lana? Sellout... May is no surprise. Can't get shit past that hardass."[/i]
[b]Lucien had a point, and Damien hated when people had a point... Mostly when they weren't him. But he wasn't lying. 'The Prodigy of Warfare' had long since died, alcohol and drug abuse washing away plenty of Lordan's old thoughts.[/b]
[i]"Your faith is deceiving you... But what the hell, right? I've got nothing left besides my family... But it's not on me if I don't meet expectations."[/i]
[b]With a huff, and a stretch of the arms, Damien looked up towards the sky, realizing he'd need his brother... Hell, he needed his daughter...[/b]
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"I suppose I'll be seeing you then." Lucien turns and prepares to walk away, before stopping and facing Damien once more. "I also recommend not divulging your origins there. Let us just say some of the other beings may have an over-convoluted reason as to why we should not exist. Don't ask, just work with it." He begins to walk away, taking his maintenance equipment and disappearing down the forest path leaving Damien to his own thoughts. [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[i]"Grand..."[/i] [b]Damien mumbled as he watched Lucien go... With a blast of smoke and a wince, Damien fumbled around his armor plating until a blast of steam signaled a massive pressure release, his shoulders relaxing as the pain began to subside slightly. He really needed that Neuropozyne.[/b] [b]He swiveled towards Ian, luckily sheltered by the plating, though he'd probably still do the same thing if he was actually naked.[/b] [i]"Fill me in... You can speak non-dictionary old English."[/i] [b]He gave Ian a slight nod as he stood there, posture more slouched than usual. Looked like his muscles ached.[/b]
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"I'm sorry D.." [i] Ian said quietly, and he truly sounded regretful. He hadn't wanted to bring Damien back like this, but a mutated Damien was better than no Damien at all.[/i] "Lance told me Lucien could bring you back, after Creed and Salem got to you. They killed half of Omicron, and Creed.." [i] Ian said, his voice actually showing a hint of fear for once.[/i] "He's something else man." "You were a box of organs and slush after he was done with you, and Lucien brought you back after infecting you with some kind of virus."
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[i]"Slush... Sounds like a fun time. Well, guess I owe you one. Owe you more than a lunch at least."[/i] [b]With half a grin, Damien rubbed his left shoulder, looking around. Lucien, eh? His brother's name... Classical and divine. The guy seemed like a real mad chemist.[/b] [i]"Well, with Omicron gone... I'll need backup. I'm calling it in. I need Nikki and Lucky down here."[/i] [b]Damien always had nicknames, Lucky was what he had given Lucien, after the chemical accident years back.[/b]
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"Silence is in hiding..I think. But Glitch, Saber, Creed dealt with them in a matter of seconds." [i] Ian says, a shiver crawling down his spine. He'd seen the aftermath..they hadn't put up much of a fight.[/i] "It'll be good to see Lucien and Nikki again though. It's been a while." [i] Ian says with a forced smile. He was happy, truly, but it was just a hard time to be happy in. [/i]
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[i]"I just need their bodies. I can fix them. I still need my family... That means you to. It's not my place, but I'm ordering you to never engage Creed. For the sake of it... He'll go out burning himself."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and began to walk forward, his sense of direction telling him to return to the desert. He needed his gear... And luckily... He had hid it.[/b] [i]"Let's go call them, and get my shit... I'm sure you'd love to see my daughter most."[/i] [b]Damien wasn't an idiot, and he was blunt. He paid attention enough to Ian, and his surroundings. Just because he looked stupid and acted stupid... Wait... No he was stupid. But he still had eyes.[/b]
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"Too late for that." [i] He muttered under his breath. He had already engaged Creed in a fit of rage and damn..did he wish he hadn't. The man was a freak of nature. Or, a freak of mechanization. Ian's face flushed red at Damien's remark, not commenting on it but shoving his hands in the pockets of his armor and walking along side Damien.[/i] "Yeah yeah." [i] He mumbles. [/i]
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[b]Damien wasn't a fast walker, and it was a good hour of hard sweat and achy feet till they even reach the desert, then another hot and lethargic hour to reach the burnt ashes of the camp. Most everything was gone... Now... Even the bodies...[/b] [i]"Home fūcking sweet home..."[/i] [b]The previous walk had been one of silent anxiety. Damien had been dead silent except for an occasional pained gasp... He was obviously hurting, but worried at the same time.[/b] [b]Now, he stood at the edge of his camp with a scowl, padding through the burnt and upturned debris, eventually finding a half melted metal crate, eventually pulling out a large canister.[/b] [b]And then... He opened the lid and began to pour bright blue and white pills down his throat. Dozens at a time, more than necessary... But he needed it... The augments caused intense pain, and Neuropozyne stopped such things.[/b] [b]After chugging the contents of the canister (as well as scattering a few dozen pills), Damien looked around, folding his arms as he stood like a tired drug addict... Even if he wasn't addicted.[/b] [i]"Hey, do me a favor and look for a radio. I had one buried near our old tent. It may still work. I need to dig up my suit."[/i]
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[i] Ian nodded, walking to where the old tent had been, simply burnt scraps of cloth now. He knelt in the sand and rifled through the surrounding area with his gloved hands for several minutes, eventually finding the moderately sized radio in the sand. Standing back up, he walked back over to Damien and tossed it to him.[/i]
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[b]Damien caught the device with his wrapped metal arm, setting it down carefully as he moved off towards a pile of rocks. The radio was intact, if not old school and slightly rusted. Plus, it smelled like ash... But Damien had few options.[/b] [i]"The tank isn't here... Salem took it."[/i] [b]Damien remarked, noticing the lack of the Type 4 Heavy Mamba Tank. Oh well.[/b] [b]Quickly moving the rocks, Damien began to scoop up heaps of dirt until he pulled out a large metal box. Flipping the lid, he sighed contentedly at the stock of all his gear. His armor, swords, daggers, sniper, rifle, sidearms... Even his explosive and experimental equipment... And moments later, with eagerness, Damien wasn't in his suit of armor, helmet folded back as he attached his weapons.[/b] [b]With his pain gone, and his personal belongings recovered, he stood tall and proud, like a lion to a pride. Happy Lordan as a good Lordan.[/b] [i]"Like stepping back in time to when I still was human..."[/i] [b]A joke, of course, but if anything, he was right. The tall man was less human than most... And that wasn't just counting his life problems.[/b]
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[i] Ian grinned as he sat down on a large boulder and made himself busy by twirling the cherry handled Bowie knife he owned around in his palm.[/i] "Wouldn't have it any other way D." [i] And it's true, Ian liked Damien. As weird, crazy, enigmatic, and absurd he was, he'd take a bullet for the guy. [/i]
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[b]Damien returned to the compact radio a moment later, running a hand through his hair to push out all the sand and did stuck in the blonde folds. Oddly, when he started dialing, an amused grin passed across his face... He was up to something.[/b] [i]"Roger niner, motherfūcker, delta shithead, do you copy?"[/i] [b]Static. Damien twisted a side nob and flipped a lever, holding the radio up to the sky until the static fizzled in a high pitched feedback noise.[/b] [i]"I ASKED, DO YOU FŪCKING COPY?!"[/i] [i]"Fūcking stop!"[/i] [b]Came the unfamiliar voice, much to Damien's pleasure. It sounded feminine.[/b] [i]"I need an airdrop."[/i] [i]"It's four in the morning..."[/i] [i]"Not where I am."[/i] [b]A few short grunt and hurried steps later, a distant clicking noise began to pick up.[/b] [i]"Got a lock. Inbound in thirty."[/i] [i]"Thirty what?"[/i] [b]Bang![/b] [b]Damien toppled over as the large metal crate slammed into him, still smoldering from bursting through the atmosphere.[/b] [i]"Milliseconds."[/i] [i]"Ya... Got it... Thanks, Cleo."[/i] [i]"Don't call again."[/i] [b]Damien sighed as he pushed the box off his chest, sitting up only to find the box o the wrong side. What followed was a got five minutes of trying flip the damn case, each movement accompanied by an unnecessary grunt.[/b] [b]By the time it had been opened, Damien looked like he was about ready to pass out. Some would have equated it to his new revival... But he was actually just lazy. However, the gear inside... Well... It was worth it.[/b] [i]"Ian... I'd like to introduce you to my Cannon Rifles. They shoot thirty eight millimeters."[/i] [b]Damien pulled out the massive gun, the size about half of his body. It was large and bulky, with a massive clip and grip. Looked like the most impractical [url=https://i.imgur.com/6y7BcsM]war machine[/url].[/b] [i]"I got two... Want one?"[/i]
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[i] Ian burst out laughing as the crate slammed into Damien and sent him sprawling, eyes widening as he pulled the massive gun out of the crate.[/i] "Why do you need that..?" [i] He questioned, but shook his head.[/i] "But I'll pass. Save it for someone who won't get knocked flat on their ass from firing it." [i] Ian said with a chuckle. Damien was all kinds of weird..of course he had two thirty-eight millimeter massive guns. [/i]
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[i]"Ummm, when do you not need a Cannon Rifle?"[/i] [b]Damien chuckled and chucked the weapon back in its case, closing the lid as he tuned the radio back on, setting it to the side. It would transmit a constant ping to Lucien... And that's all he needed.[/b] [i]"Now we wait. Now, as for the real reason I need the guns... Creed regenerates based on how much damage done. If I can turn him into scrap, it'll be awhile before he gets back up. Then I can reverse his chemical bond and burn him for good... Guns make life easier."[/i]
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"Don't touch him. His armor secretes something called Midnight Blood; a neurotoxin. I punched him in the face and my hand apparently was going to rot, until he gave me a cure for it." [i] He says wryly.[/i] "If I was a big badass I would've let my hand fall off and keep the cure for analysis and reproduction, but I don't have balls like that. A mechanic is no good with one hand." [i] He says sourly. [/i]
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[i]"It's a good thing you aren't a badass. You are a man, and stood up to a monster. Besides, Creed is bound to have more than one cure... Besides, you just provided me with the greatest piece of info to combat that fūck. There's a Midnight Rain cure... One that doesn't cause molecular collapse."[/i] [b]Damien seemed happy, much more than upset. The only reason he would be unhappy is because Ian punched a massive block of steel on legs. Kid had guts, but maybe not so much foresight.[/b]
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"I guess that counts for something then. Too bad I didn't think about it at the time, a cybernetic hand might've been kinda cool." [i] He says jokingly. What killed him was the fact he hadn't thought about it at the time. They could've had the cure to Midnight Rain, and it would've only meant a cybernetic hand for him. A limb that would've been more applicable then the one he had right now.[/i]
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[i]"Maybe. But they are painful. You'll need constant medication, tune ups, and it needs to be washed daily to prevent infection. If anything, you want a bio material limb."[/i] [b]Damien had studied the medical and cellular field back in his day, which had yielded great results. Hell, he could bring people back from the dead. It had a high cost, but it was a massive breakthrough.[/b] [i]"Just be glad... Plus, chicks dig real skin."[/i]
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[i] Ian shrugged. No sense in discussing it, What's done was done. Who better to take advice from than someone who was made up of like forty percent metal? Ian flushed as dark red as his hair at the mention of women, consider the woman that came to mind happened to be Damien's daughter.[/i] "Yeah.." [i] He said quietly.[/i] "How are you gonna deal with this new thing Lucien stuck you with? The idea that you have to feed on living things.."
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[i]"With a sharpened jaw."[/i] [b]Damien remarked, seemingly unworried. He was a cold son of a birch when he wanted to be... And eating random animals wasn't hard. Kill rabbit. Cook rabbit. Done. His augmented digestive system meant that general disease and poison wouldn't harm him... A purification system. But raw wasn't fun. Not in taste.[/b] [i]"I just need to not focus on it... I'm sure it will vanish if I ignore it."[/i] [b]He finished, jokingly of course. In truth, he was concerned as hell... But he didn't understand if this was even real. As far as he was concerned... This was a dream... It was the glazed look in his eyes, the distracted body language that gave it away... But he'd never bring it up.[/b]
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"If it makes you feel any better, Lance told me about a guy who Lucien did the same thing to. He wasn't dead, but close to it." [i] Ian said, shrugging.[/i] "You could always talk to him, someone in the same situation as you. Don't know, just a thought."
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[i]"Maybe... But first thing is first. Lucien would have to track the signal... Then we welcome him and make sure Nikki hasn't been getting into stupid shit."[/i] [b]Damien shrugged and plopped down, leaning the back of his head against the metal care package.[/b] [i]"I need to think of a better place to stay. They'll know that I'm here... Need to think of better spot soon."[/i]
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"I don't know where Creed ran off to. The Dojo is secure..but conspicuous. I don't know D." [i] Ian says with a shrug. He guessed if Creed found out Damien was alive, he'd find him no matter where he holed up. Wherever that was..unless Damien had some magical house that popped out of a pocket cube, he didn't know where he was gonna go. [/i] "I'm sure Lucien will be here faster than we think. As for Nikki not doing dumb stuff.." [i] He trailed off.[/i] "Well, she wouldn't be Nikki if that was the case."
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[i]"I need to find a better outlet for her... Being a thief isn't good for her."[/i] [b]Damien mused, more to himself than Ian. Lucien had it better in terms of control and patience, and often was able to talk to Nikki... But even now, she did her best to rebel.[/b] [i]"Well, I'm thinking a place near the base of the mountains. It won't work forever... But it gives me a month or so."[/i]
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"Gives you a month for what D?" [i] Ian questioned wearily. The man had just been brought back from the dead, and of course he was already planning something. [/i] [i] As for Nikki, Ian didn't really see what was wrong. Sure being a thief wasn't the most, uh, lawful thing in the world, but neither was smuggling illegal goods across star systems. Nikki wasn't a bad person, and that's what counted in his mind. [/i]
