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Post by Rix on Apr 2, 2006 1:37:41 GMT -5
"Indeed, but I think there's a problem with that. Those controls are indirect. Once we send the virus out, it's out of our hands. I'm talking about creating a cyborg virus - a virus that can be controlled externally, that can be transmitted through robots to affect humans. It could affect only the people we want, different people at different times... the possibilities are endless, wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 2, 2006 1:49:46 GMT -5
Talon strokes his chin. "Clever. Clever indeed. But where are we going to ghet a basic computer virus grogram, resilient enouigh, and lethal enough to adapt to any situation? It's need at least basic program, and that seems like the sort of Virus that won't be invented for at least 50 years."
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Post by Rix on Apr 2, 2006 1:55:55 GMT -5
Resson chuckles. "You underestimate me. The virus technology will invent itself as it adapts to different hosts - did I not say I was a designer of advanced A.I.? It will take me a while to perfect, yes, but once I get the basic framework down all we'd have to do is wait for the virus to learn. I'm an expert at such programs so it should be entirely doable, provided you take care of the biological aspect of its design."
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 2, 2006 2:08:08 GMT -5
Talon became very thoughtful. He didn't exactly have a desire to wipe out the human race, or even really to conquer it. He wanted to make them miserable yes, and destroy their order and civility, yes. But potentially wipe them out? "I'll need time to consider this. There are a number of projects which currently require my attention. In particular, killing off an ex-friend, and resurrecting an ancient immortal alien from an alternate dimension, with one of my experiments as a host. Not to mention setting up base defenses, creating a new line of Metal Sonic biological look-alikes, and perchance inventing a robotic counterpart that can compete. Also, I am in great need of a new arm, and seeing as how I have a Black arms creature here, I have all the DNA I need to rebuild it. Also, I have to manipulate and convert Miles Prower to my side, turn him against Sonic the Hedgehog, find Silver Sonic and dispose of him, install new vocal chords in this guest here, subjugate a race of scorpions close by, AND....do the dishes." A pause. "So as you can see....I have many things to do. And I'm running out of time."
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Post by Rix on Apr 2, 2006 2:26:44 GMT -5
A pause. "I understand perfectly if you are busy, Doctor. I am in no hurry. But keep in mind that if we work together in the future, you could have the ability to cause suffering to whoever you want, whenever. That's an exciting prospect, if I say so myself. Keep my offer in mind. No doubt you should have my frequency saved, so feel free to contact me when you're ready. Good day." The transmission cuts out.
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Post by Wez on Apr 2, 2006 7:56:20 GMT -5
Tails pushed open a door and stopped stock still on the threshold, his eyes wide. Was this Talon's lab? It was amazing! It far outclassed the shabby little knocked together affair he had at home. He didn't notice Talon at first, too busy gawking at the lab equipment and computers.
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Post by Raki on Apr 3, 2006 8:37:54 GMT -5
~Meanwhile~* Sinew could have the cookies for all 27 cared- because there was still more left in the cupboards... for the time being. 27 ripped open any package he could get his hands on, devouring it's contents and then moving on to the next, ignoring the robots in the background trying (futilely) clean up the ever growing mess of boxes, wrappers, and uneaten (or half eaten) food. And when that cupboard was bare, he ripped the door of the next one off it's hinges, and found it full of... cans. 27 gawked at the metallic cylinders, picking one up and wondering how to open it. Biting it didn't seem to work very well (metal isn't so nice on the teeth anyway)... however, 27 knew that anything could be opened if one were to smash it hard enough- which is exactly what he did, smashing the can directly into the ground, causing it to explode and splattering soup everywhere. At least it was open now! - *((Yes meanwhile. It seems odd to just go from "TALON AND RESSON" and then suddenly "AND THEN 27 ATE THE EARTH."))
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Post by Riyami on Apr 3, 2006 10:08:31 GMT -5
Isis's ear twitched slightly when she heard a loud, *WHACK. WHACK. SPRGGGGHGGRLLShhh... * And bits of chunky chicken soup splattered out of the back of the kitchen. She stood up and placed the helmet into the hammerspace underneath her cloak and walked past sinew and into the back kitchen to see soup splattered everywhere and possibly 27 licking it off whatever it splattered on As well as a smashed can on the floor in the middle of the splash of soup. Getting the basic idea of what was going on she knelt down to one of the strewn cans that lie on the floor. She lifted one of her claws and placed the sharp tip on top of the can, twirling it around the top edges and then flicking off the top of the newly cut tuna can. She held the open can out to 27. "here..." ((yes ladies and gentlemen, it appears isis has a giant swiss army knife attached to her wrist))
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 3, 2006 11:08:54 GMT -5
Talon walks back into the room where he'd left Tails. He found the door at the far end open, and a bristle of fur could be seen inside. Talon admired his curiosity. He smiled politely, and walked in behind him. "Terribly sorry for the delay. I had to turn that Robot over to the proper authority. Please make yourself at home. Feel free to explore or test out anything you like. You're no prisoner, you're a guest. I'm going to go grab myself a snack and then be right back if you have any questions.
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Post by Sipp on Apr 3, 2006 13:13:39 GMT -5
Sinew had finished with the cookies and now was full - he looked for some water to wash it down with.
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Post by Raki on Apr 3, 2006 16:53:02 GMT -5
27 took the can from Isis and gazed at it's contents. Okay, so, yeah. She had a better way of opening the cans then he did. He looked over at the cans still in the cupboard, then back at Isis... the cupboards were full of cans, and Isis could open cans. The gears turned. 27 grinned, putting the tuna can down (for the moment) and began giving Isis various cans. "Open!"
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Post by Wez on Apr 3, 2006 19:57:54 GMT -5
Tails blinked. "Oh ... um ... okay ..." he was slightly embarrassed to be caught gawking. The lab equipment called his attention again and he tried to look nonchalant as he ambled around, touching things as if to reassure himself they were real. His behaviour was akin to a child of the same age being loosed in a toyshop and being told he could play with whatever he liked.
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Post by Riyami on Apr 4, 2006 9:10:01 GMT -5
Isis took a few of the cans and opened them with her claws, after opening about 5 more cans she set the ones he gave her to the side. "Finish the ones you have there, then if you are still hungry I will open more" And she simply waited.
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Post by Sipp on Apr 4, 2006 12:09:52 GMT -5
Sinew found his water; drank, and then watched 27 curiously. His gaze only strayed once - for a brief look at Isis. Then it returned and lingered on 27.
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Post by Raki on Apr 4, 2006 12:23:16 GMT -5
27 looked over at the load of cans still unopened, then at the ones that Isis had been kind enough to open for him. To be truthful, he wasn't even hungry anymore. He hadn't been hungry for quite awhile- the only reason he kept eating everything was because he just wanted to know. Back on the ark, everything was freeze dried, here... everything... well, it wasn't. Not to mention everything here tasted a lot better then the stuff on the ark... even freeze dried food doesn't stay good for over 50 years. And he had to try it all. HAD TO. EVEN IF HE DIDN'T FEEL UP TO EATING MORE! IT WAS HIS DUTY TO FIND OUT WHAT ELSE LIED IN STORE! Or so he seemed to think. And he would of gotten to eating those open cans pronto, but ... people were staring at him. Which was awkward. "... what?"
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 4, 2006 12:48:14 GMT -5
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!" Talon...has arrived in the kitchen. He shambles over...PAST 27...to a special hidden, reinforced steel LOCKED safe. He enters a combination, retinal scane, and then it opens. He looks inside.."AH. Phew. Thank goodness they're still here." He retrieves a pudding cup labeled "WORLD'S BEST PUDDING" and a drink labeled "WORLD'S BEST SODA" along with a package labeled "WORLD'S BEST SELF HEATING BURRITO." Talon closes the safe securely and looks at the messy kitchen. He shrugs and say "Well thats why I have cleaning robots." Then heads back to the lab.
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Post by Wez on Apr 4, 2006 19:03:33 GMT -5
Tails had discovered a kind of buggy that didn't work stuck in the corner with dust on it. Clearly it was an old project left to rust quietly. He popped the bonnet and pushed it up, looking inside.
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Post by Riyami on Apr 4, 2006 22:28:02 GMT -5
Isis sets the unopened cans aside. "If you are still hungry then you should finish what we have opened, If not, we should not waste our resources and leave these alone...." Isis picks up one of the open cans and holds it to 27. "Now...Still hungry?"
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Post by Raki on Apr 5, 2006 7:40:31 GMT -5
27 blinked at Isis. "Not hungry...". Just curious. He turned his attention to the safe Talon had just been at- he hadn't gotten a good look at what was in it, so his curiosity was gnawing at him. Wandering over to it, he yanked at the handle to open it. Nothing. Locked. Yank. Still locked. YANK. Still. YANK YANK YANK. It's a very good lock indeed. YANK.Still. 27 grit his teeth and muttered. If just yanking at it wouldn't open it, then he'd simply have to RIP IT OFF IT'S HINGES. That always works! YANK. (1 pass, 2 fail) [dice=2] IT DIDN'T WORK. 27 stared blankly at the safe for a few moments, with an expression not too unlike one someone would have after hearing someone insult their mother. This safe ... defies ... the will of the YANK? Rage bubbled up inside of 27, and he stood for a moment, then began to shudder from his frustration, and then... punched the safe. (same as above) [dice=2] AND THAT DIDN'T WORK EITHER. Not even a DENT! ... And now his hand hurt! THE SAFE WILL PAY FOR THIS. 27 grabbed everything nearby that he could get his hands on and threw them at the safe. Cans, boxes, entire cabinet units, Sinew... er... well almost Sinew. He picked him up but thought better of it at the last moment and decided to throw a kitchen sink instead. Which didn't work either.[rand=5818066908889441349612325161122060210941283168428755794444915762771]
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Post by Wez on Apr 5, 2006 9:42:20 GMT -5
Tails pricked his ears at the racket coming from down the hallway and looked around. He went to the door and peered around it.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 5, 2006 11:42:56 GMT -5
Talon walked back down to the lab, complacent to the fact that there was NO WAY his secret stash could be broken into. Still, with 27 in his position he was eager to collect the Genetic Data and begin a few experiments. Tails seemed to be enjoying himself. "Have a look at whatever, you desire. And when you want to leave you're more than welcome to." Then Talon began typing on his computer. Talon had a plan. If he was ever going to track down Eri, get back at GUN, and prepare for Eggman's retaliation, not to mention help Isis get the other Armor pieces, he needed help. Talon began browsing through resumes. He needed Five Directors. - One who has a capacity to infiltrate with speed and silence. - One who was knowledgable about machines and devices. - One who could withstand a great deal of harsh elements. - One who could control publicity and be a political relay. - And someone who could help mass produce his products and maintain his company. Isis could be a bodyguard, and then he'd need an administrator as one of the directors. One who oversees all of them, and can be trusted not to talk. Talon rubbed his chin, then spoke over the COM broadcasting a message to the base. "Isis, bring Sinew, 27 down to the labs. We're all going to have a little conference."
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Post by Sipp on Apr 5, 2006 13:14:25 GMT -5
Sinew let out a very quiet rasp of surprise, and then clutched his neck, looking quite pained.
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Post by Riyami on Apr 5, 2006 14:09:34 GMT -5
Isis looks up slightly as she hears the com message. She stood up and walked over to 27 and put her hand on his head. "Thats enough of that, we're going to see some friends now, we'll come back later.." She takes his hand and leads him towards the labs, as well as assuming that sinew had also heard the com announcement.
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Post by Wez on Apr 5, 2006 16:18:23 GMT -5
Tails took Talon at his word and went back to the buggy, finding some tools and a body board, lying down on it and pushing himself under the vehicle to peer at its underside.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 6, 2006 14:19:10 GMT -5
Talon rifled through his notes and various resumes. He printed out various documents detailing the last known and identifiable locations of the Armor Parts, as well as a thick stock of resumes. He also grabbed a white board and erasable marker for Sinew, and then sat down at the head of a table in a corporate conference room.
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Post by Wez on Apr 7, 2006 19:56:18 GMT -5
If there was anything this buggy needed, it was boosters. One on either side. It'd need a spoiler to keep it from taking off and a reinforced front capable of taking down fences and walls if need be. The steering had to change too, the chassis needed a bit of remodelling work done.
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Post by Riyami on Apr 9, 2006 1:26:54 GMT -5
Isis slowly walked into the conference room, toting in 27 behind her. "What is it?"
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Post by Sipp on Apr 9, 2006 11:36:14 GMT -5
Sinew caught up to them easily, and stopped beside Isis, glancing at Talon and awaiting instructions.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Apr 9, 2006 11:53:26 GMT -5
Talon began by handing the white board and marker to Sinew, then sat down at the head of the conference table. "Ah yes. Well to put it bluntly, we've hit bottom. My primary operation is ruined, by company doomed to fail, my enemies still ready to make moves, and practically nothing in my possesion except what you see in this base." Talon pulled out a file folder. "Fortunately, when you've hit bottom the only place you can go is up. And to do so, we're going to need a bit of assistance. Isis, I am sending you out on a mission. I have many things to take care of here, but I assure you finding the rest of that armor is a piority." He slides a sheet of paper over to her, detailing photos of William Oakly. "When I scattered the pieces, I sent the chestplate unit to the Paranormal Research Comittee. However, by their desicion the chest piece seemed to have no paranormal functions, and was deemed a minor case. I have reason to believe it has fallen into the possesion of this gentelman. I'm going to have to just let you go get it yourself. But this file will give you everything you need to know to succeed." Talon turned towards Sinew. "You on the other hand, I would like to hire as a reconnisance figure. I'm needing some assistance, and based off of a background check it seems you might have a few connections. I would like you to search for anyone who might be willing to join our cause." "As for you 27......LOTS FOOD. BE GOOD, EAT MUCH. ME POKE YOU SOME. BUT YOU BE GOOD, AND EAT MUCH." "Any questions?"
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Post by Raki on Apr 9, 2006 15:45:40 GMT -5
27 stared blankly. What? Why was he talking like that?! He didn't talk like that to the others! 27's 'ears' flattened. Did this guy think he was... was stupid? He growled, unable to think of anything to say that would accurately fit his current feelings better then that.
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