The Catalogue

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru got to work quicky, stitching up the wounds and applying a bacta patch over them.

After he finished, he grabbed a cup of hot chocolate from Markus and sipped it. "Right. Well, that took a lot less time than I thought it would..."

[Angel]

Toria, all wrapped up in a blue medical blanket, blinks blearily. The lights are too bright, and there's too many shadows for her liking so she pulls the blanket unthinkingly over her head. It's only then that she realizes she striped down to her leggings and undershirt. She grumbles softly and peaks out again, glaring vaguely in Zerrer's direction;

"Zeerrr... what did i tell you about stealing people's armor while they're drunk?" The blank looks she receives stump her for a moment, until her brain actually wakes up. "Oh, FRACK." A long stream of profanity follows. Once she's done, she sits quietly, giving her over-stressed brain time to think.

"how long was i out for, and how's the fight going?" She doesn't p[ull any punches and gets straight to the heart of the matter.

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru shrugged. "Long enough to cover what... a quarter of the continent?... and stitch up your wounds. You haven't been here very long, though."

He sipped from his mug of hot chocolate. "Anyway. Zerrer and I have to go pull a Big Damn Heroes moment at the Training Dojo. If I were you, I'd stay here with Markus."

[Zerrer]

". . .And keep an eye out for Syph. If he re-enters the world, he's going to bring your brother for bait." Zerrer was talking about Alaroth, the red dragonborn. He was captured by Syph several years ago.

[Till Doyle]

"I will take your warning with me Dark One. But as I said, under my hand, no harm shall befall those who defend this place. But what Micheal does is another matter. He is something else entirely different." With that, Till follows on after Blackfoot into the training dojo. His face, his manner even his presence give nothing away apart from the strange aura that now surrounds him and sense of calm.

Till seats himself in what appears to be a very plain looking room, in which there is nothing offensive that could be used. In similar circumstances, he would too have ensured a room that had minimal risk involved was used. In front of him, an holographic projector stands upon the desk. Shortly thereafter, an image of Laur appears, hidden away someplace within the training dojo. None of her surrundings give away anything.

Staring ahead, into Laur's eyes, never looking away, "Blackfoot, could please leave my wife and I alone, I wish to talk to herin private. As I'm sure you know, there is no possibility of myself doing anything other than making a noise in this room."

Not waiting for Blackfoot to leave, simply ignoring him, Till pulls down the robe that has hidden the majority of his head. It would appear that his hairstyle of old has now gone, leaving him completely bald. Till relaxes his hands onto the table, as if he were a poker player assessing the gamble he needed to make.

Still never taking his eyes of Laurs eyes, "I am sorry." is all he says, leaving silence hanging in the air for a few long moments. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for treating you how I have. I could make my excuses, but I know that there is no excuse. I ask that you forgive me. I ask that you do not leave me. I love you as my wife, my partner andmy companion. I would have been lost without you Laur. You saved me, and I have not shown any gratitude for it.

There is much we need to discuss, and I hope we discuss it in person, if you give me a chance. I know where I can start though Laur. I saw the footage of the Dark One talking to you. Talking to you about your brother. I promise that he was not tortured by me, anyone that I know or hire.

Yes, I did have your brother in the S.G.R. facility. He was how I tracked you down Laur. When his powers activated, I had what I could brought back for examination. Originally, yes, he was going to be leveredge on you. However, as I learnt about you, got closer to you, I knew I couldn't do that to you."

Pausing, he places a file into the holographic projector, knowing it would be virus scanned, he had made sure tere were none on it, he need to be trustworthy right now. "This file contains everything that happened to your brother Laur. When we recieved what were supposed to be his remains, he started to reform, and shortly afterwards exploded again. Not wanting to risk this happeninh again, we attempted to stabilise his powers, but they only grew stronger.

Over time, stronger inhibitors were placed within his ward. We had stronger medicines, concoctions and even mutants going flat out to control him. Eventually, he had to be placed into a type of stasis. I assigned a powerful telepath to him, he was in great pain. This telepath greatly reduced this, and kept his broken mind calm.

Sometime ago, during another stabilising experiment on a mutant with similar, yet weaker powers went wrong due to a scientists miscalculations. This mutant exploded near a power conduit. One that was keeping your brother stable and alive. The telepath was severely injured and you brother’s powers had grown exponentially. He exploded, putting a hole in approximately 30 floors of the facility he was being contained in.

We found none of his remains this time. His mind had even changed, so he was untraceable. We guessed that his powers must have been depleted when he exploded, how long, we weren't sure. We spent a long time trying to track him down. How he ended up on a washed out shore I do not know. However, if examine the wounds he sustained himself in previous explosions, whilst he recuperated, you will see it looks as if he were tortured.

What the Dark One must come to realise is that it is not currently possible to control your brother’s powers completely. We tried a variety of bio suits and mecha suits to see if they could absorb his energy. These failed, as when his powers are inhibited, they build up continuously until he explodes. If they are not inhibited, he explodes. The specialist team I assigned to him are very close to a possible solution, but it will take heavy gene therapy Laur.

Before you ask about me not telling you this before, if I had, would you have been able to function? Would you have been able to look after our children? Do you think you'd have slowed down the small amount of progress that was made? I could have told you and you might say I should have, but I was concerned that it would tear you apart to see your brother suffering because of his own abilities.

I don't know what more I can say right now. The evidence is in front of you." Still staring into Laur's eyes, he wipes a small tear from his eye and whispers "I love you Laur, if only I could tell you in person." Finally, he cuts away from Laur’s eyes, his own eyes looking down at his hands as he contemplates something.

[LordPsycho]

Blackfoot respectfully left, and stood guard outside the door.

DP, however, wasn't as respectful. Being formally immortal did leave him with some of his arrogance, that was for sure. He patched through Laur to the Conference room, but monitored the link.

What Till said did not surprise DP, and it well explained the scars, but DP was not satisfied. There was still a chunk of information missing....and DP hated missing information.

Then he caught his name again....not possible to contain the subject? DP thought the Corporation had wormed it's way into almost every aspect of Psychotopian Tech. Well, it was comforting that Psychotopia still had some secrets left to her. DP had analyzed the DNA himself, built the stabilizer proteins to counteract the out of control chain reaction inside his cells. DP knew he had control - had it for so long now.

But could he be sure. DP downsized the radar image showing Micheal's convey approaching ever closer to a side screen, and brought up the DNA analysis of Laur's brother on the main screen. DP had to be sure, as he knew if left unchecked, the chain reaction could be disasterous.

He saw the response from Kaz's lab come in...Kaz, and possibly Zerrer, would be joining the battle. Well, beggers can't be choosers, but DP would rather have alot more by his side. He acknoledged the transmission and returned to reprocessing the sequence.

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru glanced at Markus. "Make sure Toria doesn't get dead while she's here, alright?"

Markus nodded without looking up from his magazine.

The spirit then turned to Zerrer. "Can you fly on those wings?" he asked.

[Laur Doyle]

Laur is now standing, having risen once the image of Till had appeared whilst Lianna clung to her mother's hand. She simply stared back at Till as he proceeded to pour out all this information and apparent emotion, and kept at it for what felt like an extended period afterwards. Learning yet more of her brother, and his reluctance to admit the truth even if he believed it to be for her benefit, became yet another blow.

"Is that all, Till?"

Laur eventually asks, her bright blue eyes twitching as though she is desperately attempting to stop something from overflowing.

"All those previous times you struck me, taunted me, used me, and all you can say is 'I'm sorry?'. Admittedly it got far better before you left, but as you yourself said, there's no excuse for it"

Laur took a deeper breath at this point in time, to calm herself down. She'd never forgotten those times, but he'd just brought all the memories crashing down upon her like a crushing tidal wave of pain. And she was reluctant to go into any further detail in front of Lianna, who was looking between the pair with an unparalleled curiousity.

"Part of me does not want to leave you Till, but I've come to a realisation. I don't belong on the side you've chosen. I don't belong with the Corporation or S. G. R. and I can't keep hiding what I am anymore. I'm sick of it"

Laur turned her head away from the projector and the image of her husband, whom she'd never seen like this before. When she returned her head back to it's previous position, her cheeks were shining wet with silent tears.

"If I were to go back to you now, I know you could protect me from the rest of S. G. R. , but could you protect me from Michael? Could you protect me from the Corporation? You know how much Michael hates 'us freaks', and I harbour no doubts within my mind that someone would have told him. I know he's on his way here, I can feel it. If you truly mean what you say, would you risk my death at his hands just so you could see me one last time?"

Laur shook her head, breaking the contact once again whilst strands of dark wet hair stuck to her cheeks.

"You saved my life more than once, for which I am grateful. If you truly mean what you say, then save it again"

Laur quietly stated with eyes upon the ground, before looking back up at him again.

"Till, let me go. I'll still be your wife, I would not have consented to marriage if I did not have feelings for you"

Before she or Till said anything else, Laur brought the four year old girl in front of her so he could see her better, and she him.

"This is Lianna, our daughter"

Laur told him, unaware of how much he knew about her. Obviously he knew something since he'd mentioned 'their' children, but Lianna had never before lain eyes upon her father. They finally did, her own bright blue eyes a near perfect reflection of Laurs, though the young childs were filled with uncertainty whilst her mothers were full of sorrow.

"Liessa should be safe at the house, I left her with a nanny. I could not bare to break you two up"

In almost the instant she said it, Laur finally realised Liessa wasn't, so preoccupied was she with what was going on here she had not realised the young girl had been getting gradually farther away from where she'd been left. Her eyes widened with alarm.

"She's not there. Till, she's in the Wilds by herself! I don't know how she got out, the nanny should have locked the door and the gates were locked before I left... I-I should have brought her with us..."

[LordPsycho]

DP reacted almost as soon as the words left Laur's mouth.

He broke into the teleconference, his head appearing at both Laur's and Till's locations.

"Are you sure Laur, are you sure she's out?"

He didn't wait for Laur to respond.

DP: "Computer, locate Sensei Danikat."
Computer: "She is in the armory with her students, preparing for the battle.

DP pushes a few buttons and activates an intercom to the Armory.

DP: "DP to Danikat, we have a situation. There is a girl in the Wilds, possibly approaching our location. We need her removed from the theatre of combat immediately. Bring her here, I'll lower the shields for you upon approach."

[Angel]

Toria bristles indignantly,

"you think you can leave me behind!? Zer, you know what I can do. Don't make your self vulnerable, I've seen how this battle could go!

She swings her legs off the table, leaving the blanket behind and heading for her armour. The torn muscles in her arm make putting her breastplate on slightly difficult, but she manages by way of long practice.

"I refuse to stay behind for this one and you know you can't stop me. ascended or bleeding not." She grumbles the last bit, not really caring if its heard or not. It's fortunate that her reserves are in decent condition, the vision merely knocked her out for a time. The wound is more serious but she can get by on what blood she has left, with the addition of some of her ethereal energy, for now.

Zerrer's comment about her brother makes her freeze, it's taboo ground to mention it around her. The one time her pre-sight failed her had had disastrous consequences, one of the most caring, passionate and kind of the Dragonborn, in the hands of Syph. His screams had shattered Toria's will to fight for the longest time.

However, rather than discouraging her, this news has her shaking in anticipation. A chance to take Alaroth out of that hell. She turns to look at Zerr, eyes blazing,

"What're you waiting for, lets move." Her voice is menacing and heavy with a grim excitement.

[Kazumaru]

"Ah, Psychotopia's finest warriors: A weak spirit, a heavily wounded Dragonborn, and a probably-incompetent Dragonborn." Said the omnipotent-sounding voice of Sentinel. "Wouldn't you be better off dressing up in white robes and conning some poor buggers in a tavern into doing this job?"

[Danikat]

((Massive apologies to everyone who's been waiting for me to repy. I'm not quite sure how a week or so of being away turned into over a month, but I'll try and make up for it. If there's anything else awaiting a reply that I've missed just give me a poke. But I think the only thing my characters were doing was setting fire to some mechs.))

[Angel]

*Toria laughs appreciatively*

"Well, we could do worse. Nothing, for example!"

*She checks her armor and goes on ahead, away from the grating voice of the Sentinel.*

[Zerrer]

Zerrer didn't even try to protest Toria's choice. She usually didn't act like this, and so he knew it would be impossible to stop her.


"I don't know If I can fly with these wings. They seem more bulky then I'm used to."


He said, speaking to Sentinel.
"And this is our new world. Why would we have those even more incompetent then us fight instead?" Turning to Toria, he explained why he termed it 'our' world. "The rift that bordered the five dragonborn away from eachother was made before this world. This world was not added to the rift, and so it's possible for us to unite." ~Unite. Where have I heard that before?~

~"And the six of us will unite and destroy the hunters that plague our world!" She wasn't there, though. What happened? Who is she?~

Suddenly he remembered. "Ihamira." He said, halfway to himself. "There are six dragonborn, not five." He said, mostly to himself. Suddenly he yelled, which was not like Zerrer at all. "Ihamira was never put in the rift! She wasn't there when Syph made it!" He laughed gleefully. "I will call her. I still don't see why you never learned chaos, Toria. It's so useful." He closed his eyes and a small white flame burst from his hand. It died down, and he opened his eyes. "She'll meet us later." He grinned, the grin of a teenager first driving his own car. "Let's move!"

[Kazumaru]

"Because one of you just got horribly maimed, another one of you doesn't seem to be familiar with his body, and the other one is so weak that he can't fly." Sentinel said, a sneering tone invading his voice. "If you're rounding up the rejects, why not take Marky with you as well?"

Markus looked up from his magazine. "Ah?" he said.

"Because he's a writer with no special powers?"

"En fait, je pourrais aider probablement beaucoup." Markus said, folding up his magazine.

"Oh? And how could you help?"

"J'ai juste obtenu une nouvelle arme du Cygnus." Markus said, grabbing what appeared to be a revolver with a four foot sword blade welded onto the barrel. "C'est une lame de pistolet!"

Sentinel sighed-- Quite a feat for something with no lungs-- and said "A gun blade. How do you even use something like that? It can't even fire!"

"C'mon Sentinel, give the man a chance. It's shiny, after all. C'mon, Markus. To the... uh..." Kazumaru wracked his brain, attempting to remember the name of his latest vehicle.

"Lorem ipsum-mobile." Sentinel supplied.

"Right. To the Lorem Ipsum-mobile!" Kazumaru said.

Outside, a pickup truck rose out of a hatch in the ground. Kazumaru began walking towards the door as Markus put on an overly large, leather coat with feathers on the inside of the hood.