Resistance is futile...why try? (Private)

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    "Approaching Vector Quadrant D-37, General Syphis."


    "Prepare for atmospheric entry," a voice hissed from the darkness, a reptilian, pentadactyl hand resting upon the brow of the controls. "And activate the cloaking devices. We don't want to be found out by the indigenous too quickly." Several commands flashed across the projection in lingua unidentifiable in human standards, and the commandeer vacated the deck, retreating to his quarters.


    He was here for a very specific purpose, one that required him to perform a test on one of the dominant species. It would be for both scientific gain - somewhat. It was mostly personal. But it didn't matter now. Once he found his subject, there would be no stopping his plans, however unfortunate it would be for the victim.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia][b]ooc: first time I've seen you do this not in first person O.O I will do mine first person nevertheless.


    ic: Laying across the ground, I looked quietly through my scope. My red locks were pulled back into a braided bun that was hidden underneath my helmet. There was nobody beside me for a good ten yards more or less, but none of us were visible to anyone nearby or in the air. We'd only be given away if our rifles gleamed in the light, and we did everything to make sure this didn't happen. You see, my name is Isabeau, French for [i]a gift from God, and I'm a United States Marine Sniper. I have been since I was about eighteen or nineteen and will be till I die. But here's the thing; once a jarhead always a jarhead. "Let's teach these fresh meat how to be the best damn sniper there is!" I said over the intercom built into our own body. Now... I was never for transhumanism, but let me tell you this - this shit did actually work.


    We had mics and ear pieces built into our bodies that functioned when our brains sent neuro transmissions to them, just like now, and some of us even had enhanced sight, sound or smell. Some had all. It just depended on your willingness for the risks that could happen and your ability to function with so much. I had just about all that was being released to us in the Marines right now, which made me an elite soldier like Ghosts from the Call Of Duty games. "Roger than captain. Awaiting your command." I received a vocal response from my 2nd Lieutenant Alex Maxwell.


    Looking back into my scope, I followed the moving robot for our target practice (and to teach the new recruits how it's done), I moved my aim slightly ahead of where it was and fired. Watching through the scope of my beautiful rifle, I smiled smugly as the robot plummeted to the ground. None of us had any idea of what was coming or whom was entering our atmosphere, not even the boys up in NASA knew that anything was coming. "Rain hell boys." At my words, multiple test bots came flying out and our rifles took down bot after bot. Soon enough though, I lead my team out into the training filed to show the recruits (who were watching in awe, envy, or cockiness) how my team functioned like a family rather than a just a squadron.
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    Ooc: oh, I intend to do it in first person. That was just the intro.


    The scanners on the ship detected life forms a few miles away. When I looked at the simulation, it appeared to be a military training drill, and I sent in the surveillance drones to observe everything. This was a fairly recent planet to have sentients being registered in my species records, and though I was somewhat impressed by the display, it was still primitive compared to Sauroid technology, with the weapons that they were using. "Release the gas," I ordered, and watched on the monitors as streams of green mist were expelled from the drones and onto the humans. It was a specially designed knockout gas, used to quell resistance from aggressive species and render them unconscious, easy pickings for abduction. But I didn't need them all. My eyes locked onto just one: a female, who appeared to be the general. I smiled, my teeth glinting sharply. I had found my subject. "Subdue and retrieve. I want her alive and brought into the lab."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia][b]ooc: oh lol


    ic: I held up a fist for the group to stop. Something felt wrong and the others noticed it too, even the recruits watching from the building noticed. "Boys, I think that's enough for practice. Let's get our asses back to the building." I ordered but we all stood frozen for a minute or two. We were watching drones that weren't ours coming and mingling with ours. It.. They looked very different. My grey orbs widened slightly. "Get your asses moving now!" I roared, dropping to my knee as I fired at the alien device. Now, I didn't know where or what it was, I just knew it wasn't ours which meant it meant nothing good. Alex dropped beside me, firing at the machinery as well before we both ran off after the others.


    It didn't take long for the gas to get to us. The rest of the team had gotten away only to try and come back; our commanding officer much higher than myself said otherwise though. Alex and I didn't blame him, we needed as many of our men we could keep. I looked over at Alex, whom had been beside me, and panicked on the inside. "Maxwell!?" I shouted, looking around frantically. I was exposed to the gas just as much as he was, but I had yet to kneel. Going back for him, once I spotted him, I kept the bandana over my nose and mouth to filter the smoke (not that it did much help) and hoisted him onto my back before I started back to the building, or some form of cover from this. I probably made it a few more yards before I finally collapsed. I didn't lose consciousness or movement of my limbs aside from my legs, but Alex on the other hand couldn't move worth shit no matter how hard he tried. It clicked he had fallen unconscious. "What... The fuck are you?" I hissed, weakly managing to shoot another drone flying too low down with my pistol before I finally succumbed to the darkness.
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    "Trust me, my dear, you will find out soon enough," I hissed, bringing the hologram to a close as the drones began scooping up the female's body and bringing it back to the ship. I made sure one of them stayed behind to keep tabs on her comrades, to make sure that they could do nothing to save her. There was a whoosh as the bay doors opened, and I stood in my usual seat above the lab room, watching as the drones brought the woman in and set her on the table. The window I gazed through was a blackout - I could see her, but she could not see me. "Get the morph chamber ready. I want the virus set to be administered as soon as she is in."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]I faded in and out of consciousness. I remembered the shouts coming from the men and women that had become my family, the ringing in my ears of gun shots. I didn't feel myself being lifted off the ground or dropped slightly when someone shot a drone carrying me. I saw white spots, even regained my ability to see, every now and then on my abduction into the alien craft orbiting inside our atmosphere. I saw glimpses of the interior of the spaceship, but thinking it was a dream (and not really able to keep myself awake) I continued to fall back asleep. What felt like hours later, I found myself regaining consciousness inside a room with a door and a mirror like wall. I groaned as I rolled over on the bed, sitting up slowly. My cranium felt like it was splitting, like I just drank myself to sleep. [b]"What... Where the hell am I?"     I was specially trained, and with he machinery built into my body, my body had healed itself of any wounds internally before I had awoken. My eyes wondered the room, obviously oblivious to the serum that had been injected into my system. It wasn't even detected on my own internal scans when I had my body scanned (because I was now like a fucking cyborg so why the fuck not?) for anything that wasn't meant to be there. Whoever took me or wherever the hell I was was either really clever or really advanced in biological diseases and robotics.
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    "The virus has been administered," the AI mainframe rang out, and a simulation of the woman's body was brought up. Her skeletal, muscular, and organ structures displayed before me, and moving to another display, I could see the virus compounds replicating and finding their way to the cerebrum. Everything was going according to plan. "Begin test 1," I ordered once the virus had taken significant control of the cerebral cortex. "Physical stimulation."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]When I gathered my thoughts, I began looking around for a way out. Or any signs of a camera in the room. Finding no signs of a camera, I stared at the mirror across from me from where I was sitting on the bed. My head tilted slightly as I stated at rhe mirror, grey eyes narrowing. I didn't have any vision systems that were functional at the moment so I couldn't just look through the mirror and see whatever bodies were on the other side because they were still repairing themselves from the abduction. [b]"So what? Am I going to sit in isolation all bloody year or will someone care to explain why the fuck I'm not teaching teenagers how to hold their liquor?"     I said in an exasperated tone as I got to my feet. My body seemed to be denying it self's own command.


    I growled slightly. That was the first time I noticed something wrong. Closing my eyes to focus on my legs, I willed myself to move and began a slow walk across the room before I placed my hands on the mirror. I was leaning, head down slightly. My fingers curled till my nails were on the glass. A gap between my nails and the glass was all I needed to know if it was a two-way mirror or not, which meant I was being watched and I couldn't see who was watching me. That didn't make me very uneasy, it just excited me. My body continued it's fight against what I was telling it and whatever was in my body that my own robotics couldn't find. I lifted my head and looked at him through the glass, obviously not seeing him. I had the slightest bit of my inferred radar systems fixed and I was able to see his heat structure well. "Why don't you come in here and talk?"
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    Changed profile picture for Syphis. Will post in a little while!


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    I smiled, amused and a little impressed by her boldness. "An excellent question," I answered, speaking to the woman behind the glass, "To which I have an answer. How can I be certain that would you would not attack me for taking you here the minute I walked in? That does not sound ripe for conversation." I pressed another transmitter with my claw, still smiling, sending an impulse to the viral strands. The impulse, theoretically, would compel her to walk back to the table and sit compliantly.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia][b]ooc: work has me so tired xD
    I feel my own sass in this character and I love it lol


    ic: I gave a crooked smile at his response. "That'd be a bloody awful start to a conversation on my end, won't it?" I responded with a small chuckle. "Besides, I'm don't exactly have a proper layout of wherever the hell I am nor do I know who I am up against to even think of a futile attempt at an escape. I may be a woman, but I am no fool, my friend." I added on casually, mentally cursing myself when my inferred radar flickered in my vision and disappeared. [i]Shit. Looks like it still needs repairing. Those nanobots better do their damn job a bit faster. I thought as I continued to stare at the glass. However, things took a different turn for me. Momentarily I felt my body begin to move itself back to the table that was behind me. I gripped the edge of the mirror tight enough that it sliced into my hand, cracked the glass, but ultimately helped me stay in place. I dug my boot covered heals into the metal floor beneath me, obviously putting a deep enough dent that the slightest move without me actually moving my legs would cause me to fall backwards. My grey eyes flickered a defiant rage. I wanted to ask what the hell was going on with my body, but I figured whomever I was speaking to would tell me.


    There was one thing I noted with this though, obedience is what was being strived for and defiance was being punished. I had a strong feeling my defiant nature would get me in a lot of trouble here and I only just woke up.
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    OOC: I agree I agree I agree XD!


    "Ouch, that must've hurt," I said, wincing somewhat when the glass shattered under the woman's hands and cut into her skin. I quickly disengaged the control transmitter, and whatever damage had been done to the skin was healed when I released the Wisps*. "It would be best not to try and actively resist, although I will admit, your defiance impresses me. I'm assuming you have some questions, so I will give it to you straight. I have injected you with a rare form of pathogen that has the ability to take control of a sentient mind. It does not leave them as zombies, as you perhaps term it, but they will find it hard or impossible to resist demands given through the virus by it's perpetrator." I slunk back in my padded seat, my tail draping over my lap. "You may feel free to rant about the ethics of such an experiment now, if you wish to."


    *Wisps: Reptilians from the system Demurus that possess a semi-physical form and the power of healing.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]My eyes watched the wound across my palm begin to heal with the help of some blue looking serpent shaped cloud of smoke. That was [i]not     my robotics repairing myself. That was something else repairing my injury. I didn't know what it was or why it repaired the gash, but I was somewhat thankful it did, it kept my robotics from over working themselves seeing as they were hell-bent on repairing my inferred radar system that was built into my own vision. The human species was advancing rapidly, but obviously not as fast as the sentient beings that adbucted me. A small smirk tugged at the corner or my lips at his first comment before my features became void of emotion. A pathogen that targeted a person's will? And I was the test subject? [b]"Bloody hell, why the fuck couldn't you have just asked instead of abducting me like some fucking terrorist you fuck!"     I would have probably been patted on the back back home for saying such a sentence.


    Defiance was what made me me, without it I don't know where I'd be. The few scars and the many tattooed on my skin defined who I was. I was an avid reader, an art lover, a warrior. I was a lover, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I was an intelligent woman, I was a soldier. I was me. Everything I was all revolved around one thing; being told I wasn't ever going to be anything important or anything to anyone. I was once a foster mother, I was once a fiancé, I was once a mother. Miscarriaged, cheated on, left for someone else. I had been in wars that I don't exactly remember. And now I was.kidnapped to be a test dummy? It seems like the world hates me.
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    Triple negative, I groaned inwardly, every curse she uttered cuttig like a knife. "Well, let's think about it. Would you WILLINGLY ask to partake in a scientific experiment that invooved the dissolving of your will? And furthermore, if I had revealed myself earlier, what would stop your lab movies from taking me, locking me up, and using me for research, hmm? Face it, were all test dummies in a sense. My race for instance. We owned this planet before you did. We thought nothing could touch us. Hi then Mother Nature decides that we weren't going to cut it, and what happens?" I broadcasted a simulation into the room the woman was in, a replay of the asteroid event that occurred sixty million years ago. "50 millennia of utopia, destroyed. Same thing is bound to happen to your species, soon. Does that put things in some perspective?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia][b]"I never said shit about a fucking lab, nimrod! I was talking about myself specifically because I know damn well there isn't another human being on this bloody tin can. I am obviously too calm or too fucked by the damn universe because I somehow was chosen to be a fucking test dummy. And the thing that kind of hurts is that you, whatever the fuck you are, seems to be more fucking humane with your fucking prisoner than my own fucking species and that kinda deflates my entire outlook at my shitty species."     I snapped back in a venomous tone, glaring at the glass mirror.


    I completely ignored looking at the simulation that was presented, though the information was mentally stored away. If what I was just told about this creature, male obviously just judging by voice, was true than that would mean that his rave was much older than that of the homosapiens. And.. If they were nearly destroyed so many years ago, and I'm talking to one now, that'd mean they'd have survived and had gone somewhere else. And where else could they have gone? Into the damn stars, that's where. The nerdy, history loving, alien enthusiast side of me was all giddy inside at the thought of an alien being on the other side of the mirror, but the logical, realistic side of me warned of the possible dangers. Even after his rant then mine, I still stood my ground where I had dug my boots into the metal, and crossed my arms over my chest. I lifted a hand and slicked back my natural snow white locks.


    "Now, with the rants over and my blood pressure back to normal, may I please at least see whom I am speaking with? I know this glass can clear awau for me to see you, considering you probably view me as sone primitive creature compared to yourself with the capability to attack whenever and however at the slightest trigger without any means necessary." I was enraged yes, but that anger will be stored away for another time. Right now the least I could go was attempt at being somewhat friendly, even if that was very hard to do with my captor.
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    "Alright, fine, you've twisted my wing," I growled, not sure how long I could put up with this. Bringing down the mirror, I stepped out of my chair and stood up to my full seven foot height, the lashing of my tail the only betrayal of my pent up indignation. Keep your cool, keep your cool... I told myself, taking cleansing breaths, my chest heaving up and settling back down as I forced myself to relax. "So, who talks? You talk first, or I talk first?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:2px; margin-top:-25px][color=white][font=georgia][sub]| 21 years old | Heterosexual | Marine Sniper |[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=georgia]The sight of the glass disappearing was a relief, but what was on the other side I didn't know. My face stayed neutral though my pupils widened a fraction of a millimeter. He.. Was a lizard man? Like the ones you hear off the [i]Ancient Aliens     Tv show? I tilted my head slightly without realizing it as I listened to what he said. [b]"I suppose.."     I trailed off slightly, trying to gather my thoughts. I mean.. I wasn't exactly expecting it. He was a reptilian humanoid like being. It... Was shocking. I mean, my abduction in general was.clear we weren't alone, but this.. This was the proof. In front of me stood a seven or so foot reptile with mere metal and glass between us. And... Yet I felt completely calm and unafraid by his appearance.


    "A proper introduction is appropriate. My name is Ayodele, and whom might you be?" I never gave any of my actual name when speaking to a possible enemy, but this creature still had the slightest bit of trust in my eyes. I was very lenient, obviously.
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