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Deathscythealpha
Oct 22, 2002, 09:43 AM
This is the third part of the on going Do Hucasts saga and is NOT a particpation fic. Sorry guys, but if you keep your eyes out, a side story fic should appear soon (i can work on two ideas at once, and a side story may let me bring back one of my old forgotten characters...). So, heres the third part of Do Hucasts, 'Love, Life and the End'.
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Prologue
Three years had passed since the re-incarnation of Dark Falz on Ragol, and his following destruction. Life still hadnt picked up again after that incident. Pioneer City was only partly reconstructed, the damage from Falz and the Cultists being that great. The major populace of the city who had survived were also to scared to return back to the place where so many of their loved ones had died. There was also the continuing problem of Dark Falz Cultists, who still retained the belief that their dark master could once again be ressurected.

Pioneer 2 still retained its weak orbit around Ragol. It was a dying ship. It was supposed to be decommissioned soon after its arrival at Ragol, but now it was four years on and it still hadnt landed. The outer panaling was bashed and dented from collisions with passing asteroids,the insides not looking to spectacular either. It was over populated and in its current state unable to hold all its passengers for much longer. And now there was new problems brewing deep inside its iron belly.

Chapter 1: Man Down

"Stop creep!"

Three shots were fired and all dissapated on the bulk head as they missed there target.

"Damnit!"

The target was a Fomar. His long, purple robes kept billowing around his legs as he made his escape, carrying a smal box in his arms. When he heard the fast approaching foot steps from behind him he squeezed the box closer to his cheast. He had to get the contents of the box back to the rest if they were to carry out their missions. He cursed under his breath at the fact that he was the one sent into the military supply warehouse to retieve the stuff.

"I got you now, Cultist!"

There was another shot and the photon bullet ripped through the Fomars leg, a small rose of blood blossoming from the hole it had made. He stumbled and fell to the ground, the box falling from his grip and rolling along the floor. He tried to get up, but found a foot planted on his back, pinning him down. The could barrel of a Varista was placed againt his temple. Deuce had caught his target.

"Not a bright idea to break into a miliatary depot when theres a big bounty on your head, i thought you forces were 'sposed to be bright"

Deuce had tidied himself up after the incident three years ago. His long scruffy hair had been pulled back into a long pony tale, his rough stubble had been replaced with a neat goaty and moustache. He still retained his battered brown armour and Varista, but they had serously been upgraded. He liked the way he was now toting a +75 Calibre Varista, it made him feel safe.

"So you comign along quietly or am i going to have to paint the ground red with your brains?" he asked, a casual tone in his voice.

The Fomars eyes darted from side to side as he started to panic, large drops of sweat dripping down his forhead. He hadnt a clue what to do. The only advice he had been given when he asked if he ran into a bounty hunter was to run. He decided to do the only thing he could think of, use techs.

"Foie!"

There was a small explosion as the ball of fire exploded on the floor where his hands were pinned and spread magical flame along the ground. Deuce stumbled backwards as he tried to extinguise the flame that was crawling up his leg. The Fomar smiled as he stood up, using the wall to support his bad leg. The smile soon faded though when he relised his long robes were also on fire. By the time he started to beat his robes Deuce had already sorted out his problem and was aiming the gun at the Fomars head.

"Last time to come along quietly"

The Fomar gave him an evil glare and charged at him, a sudden rush of energy giving him the ability to ignore his wounds, and the fact that the tips of his robes were still alight. His eyes glew dark purple.

"For Falz!" he screamed as he raced towards Deuce. Then there was silence as the photon bullet passed through his skull.

The Fomars body crumpled onto the ground below Deuces feet, where it continued to burn. Deuce flipped the cover of his wrist communicator and sent the signal for the clean up team to come.

"I thought i had left this job" he said to himself as he stared upwards at the glass roof, watching the stars glow in their lazy way. After Dark Falz had been stopped, and he and CTF Gamma Team returned to Pioneer 2, he found himself at a loss. The CTF's operations had been serously damaged by what had happened and completely folded. The government resorted to hiring Hunters through the guild once again to try and stop the remaining cultists causing havoc. Deuce had resigned up because he didnt want to see a repeat of what had happened down there on Ragol that day three years ago.

He wondered what happened to the rest of the Gamma team afterwards. They were all out of the job, and last time he saw Cinos he was trying to get used to a set of Exo-skeletal legs that he had been given by the government as a sort of 'payment' for his services.

There was clunk and Deuce look down, realising he had just kicked the box the Fomar had been carrying. He knelt down and picked it up, turning and inspecting it. It was blue with a gold rim, and looked to ornate for a piece of government kit. He looked at the lid and started to fiddle with the lock. Seeing as he had recovered it, he deserved a look.

Then there was the pain.

He felt the photon bullet rip through his back, severing organs as they passed through. A second shot pierced his left lung and he felt blood well up in his mouth as he tried to breath. He fell forward and lay on the ground, a crimson pool forming around him. A pair of feet walked up tohim and reached down to pick up the box. He tried to focus on the owner of the feet, but his eyes wouldnt let him. Then his attacker left, not saying a word.

As he lost consciousness he could here the sirens of the clean up team vehicles getting closer.


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Deathscythealpha
Oct 23, 2002, 09:11 AM
Chapter 2: The Ward

He slowly opened his eyes, blinked a couple of times then regained his focus. White. All he could see was the white ceiling panels. A hissing and wheezing noise indicated that he was hooked up to a set of artificial lungs on the trolley next to him. He smiled at the irony, three years ago he had been the one setting up a pair of lungs for someone else, and now he was using a pair. The plastic face mask that pumped the air into him felt uncomfortable, but better being uncomfortable then not being able to breath.

He tried to sit up, but found with every movement a searing shot of pain would go through his body. He gave up on that and just lay there. He lifted up his sheets at one point to look at the damage. There was two long, blood soaked strips of bandage wrapped down his body, one on his stomach and around his ribs. He remembered getting shot and was glad to actually be alive.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, he had just lay there thinking, but eventually someone turned up to check on him. At first he heard the footsteps, but only turned to face the owner when she spoke.

“You’re the Bounty Hunter called Deuce aren’t you?”

Standing there was a beautiful Hunewearl. Long, brown hair fell onto her shoulders, and emerald green eyes looked down at Deuce. She was wearing a blue outfit that seemed less extravagant then other Hunewearls clothing (most of the Hunewearls Deuce had met enjoyed wearing the skimpiest outfits they could find). A purple band hung losely around her neck.

"Thats me, who are you?" Deuce replied, a bit dumb founded that someone would want to visit him, and yet again somebody so stunning.

"Im Emily" she chirped back, a large smile on her lips, "You probably wont remember, but i helped treat you when you turned up at this Medical Centre. It was the end of my shift and i thought i would check up on you. Its unusual now to have someone come in here with wounds like yours"

"Bounty Huntings an unusual job. Do you check up on all your patients?"

"Only the cute ones" she replied, a bubbly tone in her voice. Deuce smiled, he didnt normally get comments like that, not since way before Pioneer 2 took off.

There was a quick beeping noise and Emily looked down at her watch.

"Oh, shoot. I gotta go. Maybe when you get better we could go out for a meal at some time. So you better get well soon. Bye!" and with that she left, leaving an air of bubbliness behind her. Deuce watched as she left, smile still affixed on his lips.

"Bye"


Hours had passed since Deuce had been visited by Emily, and he had been asleep for a while. Images flashed inside his head, dreams or memories, he wasnt sure. He saw Falz, Rico, the destruction of the City, how people died or were left in pain. This was familiar to him from what had happened three years ago, but then he saw something he hadnt seen before, something that absolutely terrified him. The destruction of Pioneer 2.

He found himself watching the great ship tumble from the sky, flames pouring out of it. Pieces of equipment fell from the flaming hull as it plunged deep into the Ragolian ocean. Then it exploded into a hug fireball, lighting up the nights sky. Watching this destruction occur was bad enough, but when you're standing on the bridge of the craft its absolutely terrifying.

Deuce shot up from his bed drenched in sweat. He yelled out in pain as his body complained about being moved so quick after surgery. He coughed into his hand and felt the hot, sticky blood run through his fingers. The pain in his chest was incredible, but not a bad as the mental image he had just seen of Pioneer 2.

"You shouldnt move so soon after surgery Mr Deuce" somebody to the right of him said in a slightly high voice. He looked at the Fonewm sitting there, slightly puzzled and wondering who the heck he was and why he was wearing such distasteful clothes.

"Wondering who i am Mr Deuce?"

"Yeah, i seem to be getting alot of unknown visitors today"

"My name is Dr Montague. I am a scientist and owner of the property stolen from that depot last night"

Deuce remembered the box, the last thing he had done before getting shot was trying to open the box.

"So your one of the reasons im here then"

"No, the 2 photon bullet holes in your torso is why you're here, im just somebody interested in the safety of their property"

Deuce gave him a weak smile.

"So why have you come here somebody else made off with that box and about a pint of my blood"

"I want to hire you to find my property and return it to me"

"And risk getting shot again?"

"Ill pay you 10,000,000 Meseta and your medical bills"

Deuce almost choked. 10,000,000 meseta wasnt something to be sneezed at. Montague must want whatever was in that box back real bad. And with that money, Deuce wouldnt have to do much work for a couple of months.

"Sure, ill take the job. Ill get onto it as soon as i get out of here. But may i asked what exactly is in that box?"

Dr Montague looked uncomfortable, shifting from side to side in the chair.

"Its just some tests my department has been working on. Some viles of medicine and antidotes. Theres about 3 years worth of research in that box and i dont want any Cultists destroying it"

"Well you can count on me to track it down for you"

"Good, thank you Mr Deuce. I hope ill see you soon with my research"

As the doctor left, Deuce lay back into his bed. He already had a jo to plan for and he had only completed his last less then twenty four hour ago. Things were looking up for him.

Deathscythealpha
Oct 28, 2002, 07:38 PM
Chapter 3: Back on the Streets

Deuce stared once again at the glass ceiling of Pioneer 2 and took another drag on his cigarette. Smoking probably wasnt the best thing to do after recently having surgery performed on you lungs, but Deuce didnt care. He might end up being killed today or tommorrow by a Cultist, he might aswell enjoy some of lifes little joys now while he still could.

A hover car passed over him, briefly obscuring his view of the stars.

He had been in the Medical Centre for two days before they let him out. He had sleapt most of the time while he was there, the rest was spent planning. Most of the plans he wrote up went straight into the bin, but he had decided to stick to his last one. Find a Cultist and threaten to blow his brains out if he didnt give him any information. Not a very subtle one, but one he hoped would work.

He took another drag then blew the smoke up into the air. It twirled and danced for a couple of seconds before it dissipated into Pioneer 2's mini atmosphere. He then dropped the cigarette and stomped it out before heading over to the street he stopped the cultist in.

He passed under the police tape and stolled along the garbage strewn pavements. Two large stains remained on the street, one was his own blood. The clean up crew had tried quite hard to remove the red stain, but like the bloods owner, it was being stubbon and refused to budge.

"Where would a Cultist go in a dead beat street like this?" he asked himself as he strolled about, moving stuff to check for anything hidden.

The street itself was dead. It was mostly the backs of larger, more important buildings, big grey walls not giving away any clues to what lays inside. There was a couple of small shops, but nothing particully interesting. There was also a rather large pile of trash at the very far end of the street that was giving off a rather fall smelling odur.

He stared at the trash. It looked abnormal to him, like it didnt look real, like some sort of prop seen on a movie set. He pulled his Varista and fired off a couple of shots into the pile. There was a soft fizzle of melting trash followed by a solid 'thunk' each time. Deuce grinned and started to wade into the pile, pulling down the small mountain of junk, revealing a large metal door.

"Bingo" he said as he popped another cigarette into his mouth.

Deathscythealpha
Oct 29, 2002, 07:53 AM
The base of the door grated along the ground as Deuce pushed it open. He was guessing this was just a secondary entrance by the way it was so stiff. He got it open so far, then just slipped through the gap he had made, being careful not to lose his cigarette.

The room was dark. A couple of candles sat in wax covered holders, giving out only a small amount of light. Deuce wondered if the light of his cigarette was brighter then that of the candles. He strolled further into the room and almost fell over the table. He squinted hard to see what was on its surface and could just about make out some of the objects. He picked up a madalion and brought it closer to his face for inspection. He recognised the symbol of Dark Falz on it.

There was a flushing noise. Deuce dropped the madalion and turned, aiming his gun in the direction of the noise. A door opened and a plump Humar started to walk out, a magazine rolled up under his arm. As he saw Deuce he dropped the magazine and made a move to a side cabinet. Deuce couldnt see what was on it, but decided it wouldnt be to good. There was a shot and the plump Humar doubled over, clutching his hand in pain. Deuce approached the man, gun still aimed on him. The man made a growling noise and moved to attack Deuce, but a knee in his stomach stopped him and he found himself being pinned against the wall, the barrel of Deuces Varista slammed against his forehead.

"Please dont kill me, ill come quietly, ill come quietly" the plump Humar pleaded as sweat ran down his forehead.

"I wont kill you if you tell me what i want to know"

"Wh-wha-what do you want to know"

"About the incident on the street two days ago, when i took out that Fomar, im guessing he was one of your Cultist buddies!"

"What incident?"

Deuce lifted the Humar slightly off the ground by his throat, the servo's in his arm brace grinding and moaning at the weight.

"Dont bullshit me! I want to know where that Fomar was going, who his friend was and where he took the box the Fomar had stolen"

"Larn was coming here with the box, he had gotten some orders from high up to keep that box safe. I dont know who his friend was, he was suposed to do the job alone. All i know is Larn didnt make it ere and there was alot of cops hanging about for a day"

"Dont lie! Who was the other guy!" he lifted the cultist a little higher.

"I-eck dont know-eck, cant breathe-eck" the Humar as starting to go purple as his wind pipe was being shut off. A fitting colour for a cultist thought Deuce in the sick little part of his mind.

"Tell me who it was!"

"I dont-eck know! It may-eck have been-eck one of the higher ups!"

Deuce let the cultist down slightly, at least to a level where he could breathe.

"What higher up?"

"I cant say stuff like that, ill be killed!" the Humar seemed to start sweating more.

"Youll be killed if you dont tell me!"

"I cant!"

"Ill give you to the count of three to give me a name or ill pull the trigger. One. Two..."

Deuce wasnt given the chance to get to three. The huge metal doors were kicked open and a group of people piled through the door, mech guns raised. Deuce swung the Humar around as the first volley of bullets was let loose. He heard the soft thumping noises as the photon bullets ripped into the Humars back, searing and ripping flesh. The Humar coughed a huge lump of blood up that struck Deuce in the face and both he and the Humar fell backwards. As he lay there he could tell that the Humar was dead, and got his Varista ready.

The Mech gun touting assailants had started to move further into the room. They all seemed to be Racasts, black armoured with purple trims. They seemed to have only gone through a small part of the Child evolution.

The first one arrived at where Deuce was laying under the Humars corpse. The huge metal beast kneeled down to check if both men were dead. He found the barrel of a Varista shoved into his large glass eye.

The first Racasts blood hadnt even stopped falling before the others had a chance to react. Five sets of Mech guns were swung around and started blasting. Deuce pulled himself from under the Humars corpse and used the Racast's as a shield. The photon bullets sparked and shot of its metal hide. Deuce yanked at its cold dead hands a liberated one of the mech guns. It was a bit bigger then the normal type and felt as if he was carrying a small rifle. He leaned around from the Racasts body and let off a couple of shots of his own. One Racast fell but the others stood there defiantly. This wasnt going to be easy.

BWS-1
Nov 1, 2002, 02:49 AM
Rated A by BWS-1 ("A" as in A B C and -D http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif and "A" for Adult, hehe)

But I like it, mwahaha, one or two good bloody fics once and awhile is good to read. http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

How will that carnage end? Will it be a bloody end? or a bloodier one XD MWAHAHAA

*memo to myself, listening to "Calling from Heaven ..." from the Castlevanian Bloodlines Battle songtrack DOES affect my posting ... hmmm, interesting.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 3, 2002, 07:33 PM
Deuce realised he couldnt just sit behind the Racast all day. He could hear a couple of fleshy thumping resonating from its huge armour, indicating that some of his attackers photon bullets were piercing its armour, not giving him long before they burst through the other side. But if he moved out from behind the hulking corpse, he would be shot to pieces. He would have to do something seriously drastic to get out of this. He scrunched up his eyes and held the mech rifle close to his chest as he tried to work out a plan. As he un-scrunched his eyes, he spotted the table.

With one stupid movement he turned and jumped backwards, mech rifle firing wildly as he fell through the air. Another Racast went down as the bullets cut through his chest. As he slid under the table he kicked its legs out, forcing it to fall on its side, giving him a make shift barricade. He knew it wouldnt last as long as the Racasts corpse he had previously been using, but then again, it didnt need to.

He quickly leant up and let off a quick burst of fire, missing all of his remaining attackers. As he ducked back down several bullets pummelled the table, some ripping through the thin wood work.

"Better do this now or ill have a few extra holes"

Deuce turned and grabbed part of the table by its leg, lifted it up and started running towards the group of Racasts. A bit bewildered but not put off, the Racasts continued their attack. Deuce could see the table disintegrating around him, but he had to push forward. He pushed the mech rifle over the top of the table and let off a couple more shots, hitting two of the Racasts. One fell to the ground as the bullets smashed through his chest and head, the other drop its weapon and gripped onto the mangled wreck that had once been its right arm. The other two didnt pay any attention to their partners plight and continued their unrelenting attack on Deuce. As he approached the closest android, he chucked the remaining table at him, knocking the metal trooper backwards. As it tried to regain its balance, Deuce thrust the mech rifle into its chest and pulled the trigger.

Deuce turned his attentions to the last attacking Racast, but it had turned its attentions towards him first. The butt of its rifle smashed into the side of his skull, knocking him to the ground. Deuce then had to roll over as the butt came crashing to the ground where his head had once been. He got to his knees and managed to roll out of the way of a third swing. As he came to a stop he let rip into the Racasts exposed side, dropping his final attacker almost instantly.

Deuce started to wipe the sweat from his brow, thanking any god for letting him get out of that not to badly hurt, but stopped half way through as pain shot up his arm. A stray bullet must of grazed his fore arm as a slow trickle of blood ran down his armour.

"You know you killed my only contact?" Deuce said, addressing it to the Racast who was slowly trying to drag himself out of the room with his good arm.

"Who am i going to interrogate now then?"

The Racast had no chance to reply before a Varista barrel was rammed against the side of his head and a heavy boot was placed down on his good arm.

"Ill ask you the same things i ask the guy you filled with holes..."
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Blah, big gap between posts there. Sleeping, working and playing Eternal Darkness seem to take up alot of time.

Dont know if this seems a little more 'bloody' then the other two fics, but it may be because ive been reading the Blade Runner books by K.W. Jeter. If you want something gritty yet interesting to read, try and find those books.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 9, 2002, 05:28 PM
Chapter 3

Deuce emerged from the safehouse sometime later and attempted to clean himself up. A lot of blood was flying around in there, and he was thankful not all of it was his.

The Racast hadn't really given him much information in the end. He was very loyal to his superiors and not even the threat of having his insides paint the walls was enough to persuade him to give out any information. The only info he did get was when he was trying to move the body (which after a struggle was now missing its head). It had had a logo printed onto the base of his back, proclaiming him to be an employee of Mome Science Industries. Mentally, Deuce replaced employee with property. Deuce disliked the way that many androids could be classed as independant and having there own rights, yet some were still bought and sold as appliances.

Mome Science Industries. Deuce had read articles on the place, how they were the leading group looking into biological refinement. They had already cracked the knowledge on how to edit the Human and Newman genome. They claimed that in five years they should be able to vastly improve the life span of the newman species, which at the moment was erratic and not set.

"Why would a group interested in Human and Newman genomes send a crack group of Racasts to silence a Cultist and me?" Deuce asked himself as he leaned against the wall and placed yet another cigarette into his mouth. Since he had stopped drinking alcohol he seemed to spoke a hell of alot more. From one poison to another.

He stood an thought about the question he had just asked himself. The first thought was that they were obviously members of the Cultists, that would sure explain the slight mutations of the Racasts. But they were part of the government. They did tests and stuff to make sure no one they employed were Cultists. If there was Cultists there, the Government would of had to let them through, meaning they were in on this.

He scrapped that last thought. It made no sense for the Government to hire hunters to kill their own employees. But maybe there were a few members of the Government who were in on this.

This was getting too confusing. He took another drag on the cigarette and flicked it back into the doorway. Maybe a visit to Mome Science Industries would clear this up.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 13, 2002, 06:13 AM
As he strolled through the streets of Pioneer 2, it began to rain. Not something that was normally meant to happen. From what he had heard from the news reports and other general chit chat, Pioneer 2's atmosphere had changed. It was only supposed to be running for 7 years, and it had long since passed that date. The systems that were meant to control climate and water for the few grassy park lands that were dotted around Pioneer 2 had decayed and corrupted, and now did their jobs all over Pioneer 2. So this meant all the traders in the industrial district were having there merchandise soaked and the parks were drying up and dying. Deuce decided to help one of the traders, who was currently swearing at the sky, by buying one of the long coats on his stall. It reached is ankles and was perfect for hiding the Mech Rifle he had liberated from one of the Racasts corpse.

The main building of Mome Science Industries was bland and industrialised, all grey concrete with a few windows dotted about the place. The main foyer was just as bland, with its bright white tiles and a couple of chairs. A desk sat at the far end of the foyer with a Hunewearl desk assistant. She was chewing on a pen and occasionally writing something on the crossword puzzle in front of her. It couldnt get anymore cliched.

"Denial" said Deuce as he lent on the counter.

"Excuse me sir?" the Hunewearl gave him a puzzled look.

"Nine Down, 'Rejecting the facts' "

"Oh right" she quickly wrote in the answer. "Can i help you sir?"

"I would like to speak to Dr Mome about a meeting i just had with some of his employees"

"Is he expecting you?"

"Doubt it"

"Well i wont be able to let you see him then"

Deuce sighed, reached into the back of his coat and slammed something black and heavy down on the desk.

"I havent seen many of these guns about before" he explained, nodding to the Mech Rifle on the desk "I dont think its company policy to let prototype weapons just be dumped on the streets and given to any old person. So can i speak with Dr Mome?"

The girls eyes hadnt moved away from the Mech Rifle on her desk. She reached over to a panel on her desk and pressed the button for the intercom.

"Theres a Mr..."

"Deuce"

"Mr Deuce here to see you sir"

There was a crackle of static before the reply came.

"Im busy right now, can you have him come back some other time?"

"Hes here about the prototype MMR2"

There was a short pause from the other side of the intercom, then a reply.

"Send him through Miss Page" the word were almost sighed out.

Two glass double doors slid open next to the desk and Miss Page ushered Deuce through, handing him a guest badge on the way.

"Take the first right and head towards the elevator and take it to the fifteenth floor"

"Thank you Miss Page, youve been very helpful" he said in the most sarcastic manner possible and headed down the corridor.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 15, 2002, 07:14 PM
The fifteenth floor was as blandly decorated as the rest of the building. It seemed to be the business section of the company, with desks full of people typing away at computers and sifting through large piles of paper or data cubes. A Racast, similar to the ones he had met back at the safehouse but not evolved at all, stepped in front of him as soon as he got out of the lift.

"Dr Mome's office is this way, follow me" it said in a deep grating voice. It was as if the Racast had been built with no personality at all.

They both walked through the forest of desks until they got to a pair of large pine doors. The Racast positioned himself next to the door and signalled for Deuce to go in.

The office brought back painful memories. The furniture was all antique, varnished wood and gold fixtures. Pictures and works of art hung on the wall and a finely made carpet covered the floor. It was the same as the office at the old Dark Falz Cultist building down on Ragol. The place where Deuce learned about the dark secrets he was hiding from himself and the place where he lost the use of right arm. He looked down at the limb and flexed his fingers, hissing pistons worked like mad as the exoskeleton tried to decipher the signals from his brain.

"Mr Deuce?" an elderly sounding voice asked. Deuce had been caught off guard as the memories flooded back.

"Um, sorry, yes. Your Mome right?"

"Thats Dr Mome to you. Miss Page said you wanted to speak about the MMR2 weapon. How do you know about that weapon seeing as its only just come out of prototype stages a 3 weeks ago?"

"Cause a bunch of Racast goons tried to kill me using these weapons!" he said, bringing the Mech Rifle up to Momes head height. "Why were androids employed by this company come after me and a Dark Falz Cultist snitch!"

"You must be mistaken, we dont have any..." the Dr had to stop speaking as he found himself lifted out of his chair by Deuces left hand.

"Dont give me any bullshit Mome! Your companies name and logo were printed on those Racasts. What are your links with the cultists? If you dont tell me i can take you down to one of the many law enforcement centres here on Pioneer 2 and get a them to interrogate you! And i can always say you struggled and tried to get away on me when they ask about any injuries"

"We did have a group of Racasts vanish last week along with a small sample of of the MMR2 weapon" Mome said, a thin trickle of sweat dripping along his forehead. This was the second time Deuce was doing this today, he just hoped he didnt get rudely interrupted this time aswell.

"We didnt report anything as we didnt want to scare the general public. We had suspicions that they could be affiliated with cultists, but they left before we had any chance of rescreening them"

Deuce grunted and dropped the Dr back into his chair.

"Another dead end" he said and started to leave the room.

"Um, the MMR2 Mr Deuce?" said Mome as he re adjusted his clothing.

"Ill keep it thanks" he said, sliding the Mech Rifle back into his jacket and leaving.

As soon as he left the room Mome started franticly trying to push buttons on his intercom.

"Miss Page, alert the security teams to intercept Mr Deuce in the lift, i dont want him to leave this building!" he let his finger off the button before the secretary even had chance to reply and pressed a button on the video phone beside him. A face appeared half shadowed in darkness. What could be seen looked ill, all pale and thin.

"The security team will be dealing with him now, Sir"

The face on the other end breathed painfully a couple of times before replying.

"Hes a professional, your security team wont survive" and then the Video Screen went blank.

Mome rested his face in the palm of his hand and then pushed his hair back. He reached inside a draw of his desk and pulled out a Varista.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 17, 2002, 06:30 PM
Chapter 4: Whys Everyone Shooting at Me Today?!

The elevator slowly descended through the building, horrible piped music playing in the background. Deuce recognised it as the same music that got piped into the old guild centre. He had hated listening to it then.

"Another dead end" he muttered to himself as he lent against the back wall of the elevator. He had had two links to what was going, one had been gunned downed in front of him and another was a total dead end. All he had found out was that the Dark Falz Cultists were the ones who stole Dr Montagues property, and any idiot could of seen that from the begining.

"I should just quit this job know"

There was a ping and Deuce looked up. The elevator was on floor four instead of floor one. As the doors slid open Deuce ran to the side of the elevator and just dodged the hail of bullets that came raining in. The photons sparked and fell of the metallic wall.

"That bastard Mome has set me up!"

Deuce pulled out his Varista, stuck his arm round through the door and let off a couple of shots. There was a scream, but the hail of fire did let. He yanked his arm back round and started pressing the elevators buttons, but they all seemed to be locked.

"Shit, shit, SHIT!"

Deuce knew he couldnt pull off a stupid move like back at the safe house. There was nothing to shield himself around here. Whoever was firing wasnt going to stop until they saw him dead. And then they would probably put in a couple more shots just for kicks. He leant against the panel and looked up. The security hatch! That was it. Deuce thanked whatever god were still looking over him and fired off some shots at the ceiling, causing several of the ceiling panels to fall down and the light to smash. And much to his joy, the speaker exploded in a shower of sparks and smoke as a random shot hit it.

The security hatch door fell open after two more shots and Deuce lifted himself onto the top of the elevator. A faint whistling of the wind blew down the shaft. Now that he was up here, he had to work out what to do. It wasnt long before he had figured something out.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 18, 2002, 06:00 PM
The security had set themselves up in two rows. The first row would fire first, then as they reloaded the second row with fire. It was a tactic that meant they could keep attacking for a long time. They didnt care if they were just wasting ammo by firing blindly, Deuce would soon make a major cock up and fall into their fire and they would get a neat little bonus from the boss.

There was a flutter of brown and every security team member unloaded a clip into it.

"Heh, we got 'im" said a Racast who was nearly at the end of the first stage of the child evolution. Soon he would start feeling the major effects of his body twisting and changing.

"Someone go check him" said a Ramarl standing in the middle of the security team, clearly the captain of the group.

Two of the team headed towards the elevator and cautiously moved inside. The brown material was piled up in the middle, but there was no blood. The first man gave it a kick to reveal nothing inside. It was then they heard the twang as the elevators cable snapped. As the elevator plummeted down the shaft, a hail of fire was let off at the entranceway. The security team moved back as the photon bullets bounced upwards. There was a click and then the fire stopped.

"Get to that elevator, hurry!" the captain barked as she picked herself up off the floor where she had fallen.

The entire team tried to cram themselves into the elevators doorway in n attempt to spot where Deuce had gone. A Ramars head exploded into a cloud of blood as a photon bullet struck him in the forehead and his body tumbled down the lift shaft. Deuce then continued to climb up the emergency ladder. Photon bullets crashed around him as he made his way up, but it was so badly lit in the elevator shaft he would have been surprised if anything hit him. The captain pushed her way through the crowd of security officers and watched Deuce head up the ladder.

"Hes going to stop on one of the other floors, i want someone on each floor, he cant escape this building!"
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Seeing as all the firing had stopped, Deuce guessed that the security team was going to try and head him off one of the other floors. He continued to climb until he guessed that he was on about the tenth floor. The Varistas barrel was placed on the closed elevator doors and several shots were fired. When Deuce managed to slide the doors open, he found a dead security team officr face down in a puddle of blood. The teams tactics seemed so obvious they could be used in a movie.

He made his way along the corridors of the building, occasionally stopping to check a room for a way out. He didnt find an escape route, but he did find out what was really going on at Mome Science Industries.

Most of the rooms he barged into were science labs and testing areas. All sorts of weaponry seemed to be in development at the place, which seemed weird for a site that was supposed to be dedicated to lengthening the lives of the people of the Pioneer project. He should of figured that something wierd was going on when he was told that they were developing the Mech Rifle he was carrying in his hands here. Other thing he saw were a bit more creepy. Scientists had been working on creatures, some of them from Ragol, some of them being the evolved versions of androids. They were doing all sorts of tests on the things in the labs, attaching things, detaching things, running tubes and machinery into them. Some of the sights he saw almost made him want to vomit. Mome was obviously tied to the Dark Falz Cultists now. He didnt now what they were planning, but it was good.

As he stumbled out of another lab where he had seen two scientist insert a large needle into a Hucaseals cranium, a side door burst open. Two security team officers piled out, the first was cut down straight away by Deuces Mech Rifle. The second was a bit cleverer and immediately leapt for cover as soon as Deuce had pulled the trigger. In the brief moment between Deuce letting go of the trigger and him trying to pull it again, the officer was upon him. He wasnt sure what it had once been, but its end results was something semi human. It reminded Deuce of the site that beheld him when Kireek had first removed his armour.

The Mech Rifle was knocked out of his hand and a fist was firmly planted on his face. Another punch landed in his stomach, then he found himself flung back through one of the labs walls. As he lay on the floor he was glad it had only been a fake wall, made mostly of plasterboard. There was pressure on his throat and he found himself lifted up and slammed down on the labs tables by the mystery security officer. He could feel his neck being forced back over the edge as the creature tried to break his neck.

"The boss will be pleased that i killed you all by myself, i may even get a promotion out of this" chuckled the creature, giving Deuce a toothless grin. "Time to die now"

"I dont think so"

Deuces hand found itself on something sharp and he wrenched it up into the bottom of the creatures chin. He looked at the item that was now residing in his opponents head and realised he had picked up one of the needles the scientists had been inserting into the Hucaseal. A thin trickle of purple ran down the needle and onto Deuces arm, and then the Security creature keeled over onto its side.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 18, 2002, 06:01 PM
Evil, evil double posts.

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Deathscythealpha
Nov 27, 2002, 07:10 PM
Coughing, Deuce rolled himself off the table. He landed on the floor close to the Security Creature but soon picked himself up. He was lucky to have survived that one. If it hadnt been for him blindly grabbing at stuff he would probably be looking at the world in a different way, a vertical one. He coughed some more and rubbed his throat, then exited the room through the hole he entered by.

His mech rifle was still on the floor where he dropped it, which was a lucky. No other Security officers had come down to this floor to check on their team mates, which meant he might have a good chance at getting away. He reached down for the mech rifle, but just as his fingers brushed its butt a shot of pain ran up his arm. He remembered the wound he received at the safe house from a stray bullet. Then it had only really been a graze, he could have easily patched it up later. But now it was wide open, most likely due to the fact that he had been punched about and thrown through a wall. Blood was now flowing freely from the wound and cascading off his fingers onto the floor.

He picked up the rifle using his left hand and swung it over his shoulder. He then rapped some tubing he found in the science lab around the top of his arm. There was nothing here that could be put on the wound, but he could at least stop it bleeding. Bursting into a quick sprint form the lab, he made his way to the door the two security officers had come through. As he expected it was the emergenacy stairs. He almost leapt down the first flight as he tried to get down them as quickly as possible.

He guessed that he had made his way to the sixth floor before he was interrupted again. A white Hucast, styled after a Samurai, barge through one of the doors, an agito ready to strike. Deuce didnt have time to mess about. He aimed his varista with his good arm and let off a volley of shots. They tore into the Samurai Hucasts legs and it screeched in agony. As Deuce reached where it was standing he simply shoulder barged it over the railings. He heard a couple of extending screams as it hit a couple of the railings on its way down, then there was a large thud and no more sound. He then continued his ascent.

The door on the ground floor was almost ripped of its hinges as Deuce kicked it opened. He quickly turned and started running down the corridor. He made two turns before he recognised the corridor with the lift in it. The doors damaged where and bulging where the lift had screeched passed them and into the depths of the basements somewhere. Deuce made a right turn and was the home stretch. A scrawny looking Ranger was standing in his way of the glass sliding doors, but a couple of shots from his varista dropped him easily.

The doors hissed as he approached and a terrified Miss Page peered out from behind her desk. Her eyes glanced from Deuces face to his wounded arm and back again.

"I would get out of here as soon as you can Miss Page, you dont want to get caught up in anything" Deuce said to her, his voice all strained from being almost strangled to death. The secretary nodded and fled from her desk. As she reached the door a shot rung out and she fell lifeless to the floor.

Just behind the sliding doors the Security Team Captain stood, arm outstreched and handgun in hand, smoking coiling around the barrel.

"You bitch! Why the hell did you do that!" Deuce yelled at her, cautiously keeping an eye on the group of Security Officers that were flanking her.

"To show you im serious. Youve taken out some of my men, now i want to take you down"

Deuce didnt reply, he simply continued to stare at her. He couldnt believe she had just gunned down someone in cold blood for something he had done.

"If you drop your weapons now, i may consider making it quick and painless" she sneered at him. The other Officers brought all the weapons forward, aiming them all at him. Deuce just stood there, staring defiantly.

"You can have my weapons when you prise them off of my corpse!"

"Fine by me"

Deuce didnt know who had fired the first shot, but soon the air was filled with photon bullet, all raining down in his direction. He got off a couple of shots of his own, one hitting the Captaan in the stomach. She reeled back, but didnt fall. As he made his way towards cover, he spotted something sticking out of the ceiling. There was a water sprinkler, sticking out of the tiles like a metallic mushroom. From behind the desk he aimed at its metal head and got off a clean shot at it As water started to rain down on them, the security team was briefly distracted. Deuce's fist then crashed down on the doors control button and the glass doors hissed shut. The wounded Security Team Captain banged frantically on the glass, but it was reinforced and would probably take a tank to break it down. There was one more shot and the controls were wrecked. Deuce then turned and slowly walked out of the building.
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It took Deuce about half an hour to get back to his home in the Oberon block. He painfully pushed his front door opened and made his way to the front room. His vision was starting to blur due to the pain of the wound in his arm, and he struggled to unlatch the hooks on the medical box he always kept in a cabinet. He fond the trimate he was looking for and dropped the rest of the boxes contents on the floor. He adminished the medicine to his arm and he could almost feel the skin knitting itself back together. The he passed out.
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Mome sat as his desk, Varista slowly tapping against the side of his skull. The Security Team Captain stood in front of him, her hand clasped over a wound in her stomach and her clothes dripping water all over the expensive rug.

"...after killing those men he managed to wound me and escape sir. There was nothing we could do to stop him. If theres anyway we could make this failure up to you"

Mome looked up at the soaked Captain, aimed the Varista and pulled the trigger. He knew what her failure meant for him.

"Youve failed us Mome" a rasping voice said from the speaker phone next to the doctor. "We dont like failure. Well be sending a small clean up crew to your offices now, and you know what theyll be cleaning up"

There was tears in Momes eyes as he heard those words. He was a fool to join up with the cultists, and now they were going to make him pay. He didnt want to know what they were going to do to him, he knew it would be slow and painful. He put the barrel of the Varista into his mouth and stared at one of the pictures on his wall.

He pulled the trigger.

Deathscythealpha
Dec 3, 2002, 05:23 PM
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Well, i would of posted the next chapter of the fic by now, but some things have held me up. I think ive got a bout of flu, which means its hard to write stuff when your head is pounding and your coughing up huge chunks of phlegm. I was also forced by my brother to find concert tickets for his girlfriend for Xmas. Then i had to plan stuff for university next year...

Well, hopefully the next part will be up tommorrow if im feeling better, or maybe thursday. Ill see what happens.
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Deathscythealpha
Dec 4, 2002, 06:57 PM
Chapter 5: Out on the Town

'Wake up Deuce, i dont want you to die yet'

Deuces eyes opened sharply and he breathed in hard. His body was sore and for a couple of seconds he had a flickering feeling of weightlessness. His eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness and he found himself on the floor of his front room, no one else would own a comfy chair that worn out.

Deuce rolled onto his back and clasped his arm. The floor was sticky with blood were the trimate had taken its time to work, but the wound had healed up nicely. He was still getting twinges down the arm, but that was to be expected. He was more worried about the exoskeleton that made up his fore arm. He didnt know if he would have to tweak any of its settings because of the injury or if it would catch on itself. He wished he had paid more attention to the doctor fitting the blasted thing.

It was dark. That was odd because even with everything off in his apartment the glow of the neon lights outside gave the place an unnatural glow. As he stood up, slowly and painfully, he could see that there was no light at all outside. He knocked the blinds away from the window to have a better look. The whole Oberon district was in total darkness. There was a couple of torches running through the streets, acting like fire flys, but other then that the only other light was what was coming from the other districts.

"This days just getting better"

Deuce had a quick shower, luckily for him the water hadnt gone down too. He was careful around his arm, cleaning off the blood but making sure he didnt apply to much pressure to it. He then washed the blood out of his hair. He didnt have to worry about that before hand when he had short hair, but now with the ponytail this was becoming kinda like a ritual. After the shower he stumbled through his home and just about found his spare set of armour. It might not have been as tough as his last set, but this one didnt have gaping great holes in it. After he got that on he picked up his Varista and headed out the front door. He was going somewhere where there was light, and people to get infomation off of.

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Antares 8. It had recently become a major hub of activity. You could find many people just hanging around this district having fun. You could also find quite a few people waiting to do something illegal, but it was like that in every district at the moment.

Deuce was leaning against a wall near an item exchange store, watching the people pass, catching pieces of conversations. He so far knew that Tiffaney was cheating with some guy, Gokou was duping weapons and that some bar had given Milla a bad drink, but nothing majorly important. He was thinking of moving onto someplace new when a voice yelled out to him.

"Deuce, hey Deuce!"

Deuce turned and almost forgot what he was doing when he saw Emily standing there. She was wearing the same blue outfit she had been wearing the day he had seen her at the medical centre, and she look as beautiful now as she had then. A smile that was mostly teeth was on her face.

"I thought it was you. I saw you as i was crossing the street, how are you?"

"Uh, im ok" Deuce managed to say after a breif pause.

"Well thats good. I didnt get to see you when you were let out of the medical centre so i was hoping we would meet up like this. How about that meal now?"

"YEAH, i mean yeah, sure where ever you want to go" Deuce managed a small smile, the first one he could remember for ages.

Emily chuckled.

"I know a great place to eat, come on" she grabbed Deuces arm and dragged him down the street.

Deathscythealpha
Dec 18, 2002, 06:37 PM
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I apologise for not posting any of this fic for a long time. It must seem that im abandoning it. Im not, i just ran into some problems trying to get a pice of the plot to develop. Im trying to get across some differnet emotions in this fic then i have in others, and im finding that implementing them is giving me a hard time. I finally worked a way round the problems, keeping nearly all the original plans for the fic in tact, emotions and all.

The next part should be up tommorrow night, hopefully.

Also, if you want to comment on how the fic is going so far, feel free. Its helpful for people to comment on how things are going, good or bad. When people comment on the good or bad things about the fic it helps me adapt my writing style, changing it to make more sense or keeping it the same cause i seem to be doing it right. Its also very incouraging. So feel free to comment.


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Deathscythealpha
Jan 2, 2003, 06:57 PM
Emily took Deuce to a quaint little restaurant on the very edge of the district. It was the sort of place you would hang out at with friends or to have a semi formal meal. They sat at a table near a window and ordered their food. Emily also ordered a small glass of wine.

"You want a drink to Deuce?" she asked politely.

"No thanks, i haven’t drunken alcohol for a couple of years now"

Soon their food arrived and they both chatted over their meals. Deuce was feeling incredibly awkward, but he bluffed his way through. He hadnt been with a woman like this since Jasmine, and he found himself claming up and stuttering when trying to find the right words. He nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt a foot rub gently up and down the side of his leg.

"So, have you worked at the medical centre long?" he said, trying to get out of that awkward situation. He held his head down slightly in an attempt to hide his blushing.

"I only started in the last year. I had done bits and pieces before then, but i really felt that i needed to help people"

They chatted some more, talking about jobs Emily had done in the past. Baker, receptionist, waiter; she had done loads of these little jobs.

"So whats your line of work like then Deuce? I bet its exciting, running around Pioneer 2, stopping criminals"

"If killing people is your idea of excitement, then it is. I do the job i do cause its im the only one who can do it" Deuces mood had changed considerably, and his reply had left Emily feeling quite embarrassed.

"Im sorry if i offended you, i didnt mean it that way, i was just curious"

Deuce rubbed his hand down his face and sighed.

"No, i should apologise, you werent to know. But after doing this job for as long as i have, and knowing what i know, it really changes your perspective on things"

"What exactly is it you know that bothers you so much?"

He stared at her, his face a picture of seriousness.

"The Dark Falz cultists, they can be saved. Once you become a Dark Falz Cultist it is permanent. If you care about something enough, if what you are forced to do as a cultist goes against your true moral standards, you can escape"

"How do you know this?"

"Because i was once one"


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I updated the fic! Has hell frozen over! No, i just got around to sorting out that niggling piece of story that i couldnt sort out. Posting the pic of Deuce also helped motivate me, aswell as the fic going to page 2 of fan fics.

Ness
Jan 4, 2003, 06:08 PM
This is getting good. This is why I like you Death, because you make such cool stories.
I didn't read Do Hucast 2 because it was a group fanfic and you knoiw how those are. But try to give this one a happy ending.


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Blenjar
Jan 5, 2003, 11:45 PM
DUDE LIKE WE HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO TODAY, ITS NOT LIKE I SPEND ALL DAY ON MY COMP, MAKE THAT THING AS SHORT AS HELL

Hikosaka
Jan 6, 2003, 02:46 AM
I'm sorry Blenjar, but no one is making you read these.

If time is such an issue, I suggest doing something else than wasting even more time commenting on how long something is.

Deathscythealpha
Jan 6, 2003, 06:20 PM
On 2003-01-04 15:08, Ness wrote:
This is getting good. This is why I like you Death, because you make such cool stories.

...But try to give this one a happy ending.



Thanks Ness. I try to make my stories as interesting as i can and i really put alot of effort into the story. Im interested in getting a job writing, whether it be novels or scripts for computer games. My fan fics here are kinda practices for the real thing. The ending...hmmm, it could be classed as a happy or a sad ending, well have to find out.

Blenjar, the stories long cause most stories are. If i posted a paragraph or so a day, it would take me years to finish this. If i cut donw on the amount of detail, the story will be shoddy and feel unrealistic. You dont read a novel in 10 minutes, you wont read this in ten minutes. I could suggest reading chapter by chapter, or post by post.

Final note. My pc screwed up yesterday so i lost all my stuff refering to this fanfic. Hoping to have sorted everything out by tommorrow, so next post then?

Blenjar
Jan 7, 2003, 05:42 PM
On 2003-01-05 23:46, Hikosaka wrote:
I'm sorry Blenjar, but no one is making you read these.

If time is such an issue, I suggest doing something else than wasting even more time commenting on how long something is.


Yes it hurts every after wasting part of my life reading this [ no offense ] junk. I think I should go read my english book now....bye!

Ness
Jan 7, 2003, 06:35 PM
On 2003-01-05 23:46, Hikosaka wrote:
I'm sorry Blenjar, but no one is making you read these.

If time is such an issue, I suggest doing something else than wasting even more time commenting on how long something is.



Damn straight Hikosaka! Stories are meant to be long and if time is of the essence then you may just have to miss out until you have time. I like his soires the way they are and I'm gald that he's not cutting things out.

That movie "The New Guy" could have been alot better, but it ended too fast. It was like they cut 45 minutes out of the movie just so it wouldn't last too long.

Deathscythealpha
Jan 8, 2003, 06:05 PM
Chapter 6: Setup

Both Deuce and Emily were quiet for the rest of the meal. They skipped desert and left the restaurant, both mute to each other. They walked along the streets, which now seemed strangely deserted and stayed quiet in unison. It wasnt until they reached the centre of the Antares district that Emily said something.

"If you were a cultist against your will, how did you break free of them?"

Deuce sighed and lent against the ornate fountain that sat in the centre of the area. He stared deep into the crystal water.

"I cared about someone to much"

"Who was that?" Emily said as she moved beside him, sitting herself on the edge of the fountain.

"A girl called Emily. She was my best friend, Dracos, girlfriend, but i still cared for her with all my heart. When i had become a Cultist, i didnt know if she was dead or alive as i had panicked and abandoned her in the ruins. I wished every day that i could go and search for her, praying that she was still alive. This need to find her freed me from the entrapment of the cultists, but when i realised what i had done, how many people i had killed, i went into a deep depression and locked all those memories away. I then became a bounty hunter as a means of support and as a way to not be forgotten in time. I had totally forgotten about everything by then"

"So what had happened to Jasmine in the end?"

"I found out about five years ago that my action of abandoning her and Draco had ended up in getting her killed and turning Draco to the cultists aswell"

"Im sorry" Jasmine said, rubbing Deuces shoulder. Deuce reached up and gripped her hand with his own.

"Thank you. Its just that now i know that the cultists could be saved from a grisly death if they could just find something to care about. Maybe some of the cultists i have taken out already were on their way to becoming free. I could be killing innocent people!"

"Deuce, maybe the cultist dont want anything to care about, some may be content with living the lifes they have. You cant go blaming yourself fro something that may not be your fault. Maybe those cultist just cant find anybody to care for them..."

Emily started to turn away, her eyes swelling with tears.

"Emily?" Deuce tried to turn her face to his. As he looked deep into her beautiful, tear filled eyes, he thought that he had finally found someone else that he really cared about. He moved forwards to kiss her, but ust as he felt the breif touch of her lips, a shot rang out, shattering part of the fountain.

"What the..."

Sitting in a balcony across from them was a bounty hunter Deuce recognised. His name was Cooger, a ranger like himself. He was very ruthless and very skilled at what he did. Deuce could make out his trademark white helmet and nightshade blue armour from where he was standing.

"What the hell you think you are doing Cooger!" he yelled, moving Emily behind him for her protection.

The bounty hunter didnt reply. He fired to more rounds, the first struck a piece of masonry that had come loose from the fountain, the second hit Deuce directly in the chest. He fell to the ground and Emily was immediatily at his side, after just avoiding being fell upon. As she turned Deuce over, she could clearly see that the photon bullet hadnt penetrated his armour, but had left a rather big hole melted into its middle.

"Get out of here now Emily, i dont know whats up with him, its like hes gone mad" he said through gritted teeth. He hadnt been wounded, but the strength of the Rifles bullet hitting him still hurt.

"It might be cause of me" she sad, the tears welling up again, then she ran away, disappearing into the shadows.

Deuce shakily got to his feet, Varista at the ready.

"Come on then Cooger, you asshole! Stop hiding up there and come face me face to face!"

There was silence. That was really starting to get to him, there should be more people in the busy Anatres section.

There was a small clicking sound that caught Deuces attention, and he turned to see Cooger charging at him, the green blade of his photon saber fully drawn.

"Shit"

Ness
Jan 10, 2003, 07:09 PM
It just keeps getting better and better. Eventually I'm going to have to do a fanfic.

Deathscythealpha
Jan 10, 2003, 07:31 PM
They blade slashed out in front of him once then twice. He managed to dodge both of them but fell backwards on the third slash. Cooger stood above him, the point of the blade pointing downwards. Just before he could thrust it down, Deuce kicked his leg up. Cooger choked and fell to the side, trying to catch his breath against the fountain. This gave Deuce chance to pull his weapon.

"What is this about Cooger?" He said, pointing the varista at his head. Cooger didnt answer, he turned and slashed the gun out of Deuces hand. Deuce replied to this by punching him in the face, hard. The glass of his helmet shattered and he fell to the ground. Deuce bent down and turned him over. Small shards of glass had cut his face and small trickles of blood were trickling from his forehead, nose and cheeks.

"What is this about, Cooger!" he said again, more forcefully this time. "Why did you attack me!".

"Why do you think a bounty hunter attacked you Deuce" he said weakly, the punch had hurt. Alot.

"Why!" he said again, even though he knew the reason now.

"Theres a bounty on your head, for that doctor you knocked off"

"Doctor?"

"That Mome guy. Its all over the vid screens of pioner 2. I couldnt believe that you would have to balls to blatantly murder someone"

Deuce started to pace back and forth. He didnt even know he was dead, and now he was being setup for it.

"Im guessing theres others after me then?" he asked.

"You wouldnt believe how many, everyone wants a piece of the famous Deuce Deckard. I thought i was lucky to get to you first"

Cooger started to get up, but Deuces fist put him back down again.

"Nothing personal Cooger, is just i didnt kill the doc, and i rather not be stabbed in the back while leaving here. Tell the others im innocent would ya" he picked up his varista then started to sprint as fast as he could out of Antares.



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Deathscythealpha
Jan 15, 2003, 05:45 PM
Deuce had chased enough cultist to know that sticking to back alleys was a good way to loose your persuers, even though he would catch up with them later. He ducked into the first one he could see and raced through the rubbish and crap that had been dumped back there.

There was an electrical crackle, and the heavens opened to an enormous crash of thunder. Thats what it would have been if they were on the planets surface anyway, up here in Pioneer 2 it was the atmosphere system majorly shorting out. The rain drenched him nearly instantly, making his long hair cling to his face and back of his armour.

"I cant believe this is happening!" he said to himself. He had come to a dead end in tracking down the box and now he was being hunted. He didnt know what had happened to Mome. Maybe there had been an incident after he had left, maybe a disgruntled employee had gone and got even, maybe the security guards had got revenge for sending them to get him. He didnt care, he just wanted to survive this and clear his name.

He came out of the alley and straight in front of him was a vid screen, displaying his picture and the reward for catching him.

"They didnt get my good side, thats all i can say" he managed to squeeze out, but his sarcastic humour wasnt cheering him up at the moment. The way he looked, a man with a long plait and a messy beard, it would be easy to spot him. He might need a quick image change.

Then he had the problem of needing to hideout some where too, but he had an old friend he might be able to get a favour from.

Deathscythealpha
Jan 22, 2003, 06:15 PM
Chapter 7: Entering Depression

Deuce ran his hand through his new, short hair, the rain spiking it up as his hand past through it. His head felt weird now with out the extra weight, but least now he wasnt as easily recognisable. It was handy that a Humar who was passing by happened to be armed with a knife. It was also handy that he could be knocked out and dragged into the alley that easily.

Deuce renewed his trip through Pioneer 2 in the rain. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone, and held his low so no one would pay attention to him. He made several quick dives into alleys when he heard the sirens of passing security vehicles, and luckily no one had noticed him.

One thing that was bothering Deuce was that his right arm was starting to hurt. The rain wasnt doing the exoskeleton any good, and it was shorting out and spasming every so often. It was painful and kept on reminding him of the cumbersome peripheral he had to use to get through everyday life.

'It was a night like this that i lost the use of my arm', he remembered. 'But then again, that was a real night, not something concocted by the government to make people feel that there was a sense of time on the ship. It was also real rain'

Dione 5, a very quiet part of Pioneer 2. The government had originally zoned it out to be a spot for the more elderly members of Pioneer 2 passengers. But after the incidents down on Ragol it was re-zoned as a place for veterans who were wounded or needed care. It still looked like the other areas of Pioneer 2, just cleaner and with no vehicles passing through to make any noise.

Deuce stood in front of a door he hadnt visited for nearly three years now. He could feel embarrassment swelling up inside him. He wasnt sure how he was going to explain why he hadnt dropped in for a chat, or even just came round to say hello. Maybe it was that in some ways, Deuce felt responsible for what had happened three years ago. His armed twitched and brought him out of that train of thought, and he rung the doorbell.

There was no answer.

He rang it again, then once more, but there was still no reply. He started to leave, much to his relief, but something caught his eye. The sliding door was slightly off, and he could see a faint blue light glowing within. He drew his Varista and slid the door open far enough for him to climb through.

Depressing.

The only word that he could think of to describe this home was depressing. The floor wasnt covered, there was no decoration on the walls,, and when he got to the living room, there was barely any furniture there. The only thing there was a desk with a computer terminal on it and its user.

"Cinos?" he said, letting his gun dangle at his side. He couldnt believe that the person sitting in front of him now was the atheletic young man he had met three years ago. His features were gaunt and thin, his skin pale and his hair had grown long and untidy. He was sitting in a wheel chair, but Deuce could see the mechanical exoskeleton clamped around his legs.

"Ah, hello Deuce. Its been awhile" even his voice was different, dry, emotionless. His eyes seemed hollow too, not the same that belong to the man he had met five years ago.

"What have you done to yourself?" he said, a worrying tone to his voice. Cinos had grown incredibly thin, you could see it even through his clothing, it was like he hadnt eaten for months.

"Nothing much, just sitting here, talking to people on the internet, watching the tv whenever that grew old"

"When was the last time you left this apartment?"

"I dont know, it was kinda hard to move around without the use of my legs, so i just stayed here, i could do something here"

"What about the exoskeleton, youve got that to move around"

"HAH, have you ever tried to use this clanky piece of machinery to move, it caused me more pain then it prevented" Deuce was shocked, he had actually shown some emotion while saying that.

"Cinos, i need a place to lay low for awhile, you see..."

"Your accused of the murder of Dr Mome, theyve been flashing your picture up on every site and tv channel for the past hour now"

"I didnt do it!"

"No, its not your thing is it, taking innocent peoples lives?" Deuce could tell what Cinos was hinting at, but he let it go.

"Cinos, im on an important job, i can give you alot of meseta if you let me lay low for just tonight"

"Deuce, not that i dont want to help the person who was fundamental in the cause of me loosing the use of my legs, but its also pointless. This is a government run sector, theyve got cameras everywhere. When you pried open my door, a group of armed officers were immediately dispatched to this house, and theyll be here in about thirty seconds"

"What do you mean fundamental in you losing the use of your legs, that was not my fault" Deuce totally blanked out the warning of the officers, Cinos had been hostile towards him from the time he arrived, he wanted to know why.

"I tried to help you Cinos, we risked our lives to bring down Rico, Death even detonated himself! Whats with all these hostilities?!"

"They're here Deuce"



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RavenTW
Jan 22, 2003, 07:30 PM
Aw, come one! You didn't mention me? Oh well. This is etting great deathscythe. It always has been of course.

Mike
Jan 22, 2003, 07:52 PM
Deckard, huh.

I know you based this on Bladerunner (I almost typed Baldrunner. Hah! What a story that would be!), but you could have changed the name a bit more... Oh well.

Deathscythealpha
Jan 23, 2003, 05:26 AM
On 2003-01-22 16:52, Mike wrote:
Deckard, huh.

I know you based this on Bladerunner (I almost typed Baldrunner. Hah! What a story that would be!), but you could have changed the name a bit more... Oh well.



Heh, i know i should of changed it more, but Deuce's last name wasnt actually mentioned (to what i can remember) in any of the first two fics, and i thought another sly salute to Blade Runner was due. Also my Neverwinter Nights character ended up as Deuce Deckard and i kinda felt attached to the name.

Dont worry about missed out so far Raven, im hoping for an explosive ending to this fic so there maybe a few more characters from the other two fics thrown in too. Ill have to PM peeps about that soon...

DELTRON_ZERO
Jan 23, 2003, 06:33 AM
j00= masstar off teh f4nf1c5 mmmmm

that fanfic was dope like morphine...i read it from beginning to its current state in one sitting...i think you should have deuce and emily get it on for a paragraph or so...lol...i can honestly say this is the best fan fic i've ever read...feel free to use the name DELTRON ZERO as a HUcasst for the forces of good if you'd like...lol i look forward to the next installment

Deathscythealpha
Jan 23, 2003, 07:14 PM
At first, only two officers came in, one holding a rifle, the other just a handgun.

"Dont move or well shoot!"

Deuce tried to think of something, but this was already moving to fast for his mind to comprehend, so he made a stupid move.

He rushed the two officers, diving into them head first. The one armed with the rifle panic and let off a salvo into the wall on the other side of the room. Plaster plumed down onto him, but Cinos didnt flinch, he just sat there, watching.

The officer with the handgun held on to his wits a bit longer. As Deuce started to get up, he swung the handgun round into his face. There was a loud crack and pain surge through Deuces face.

"Stay on the ground now!" he pointed the handgun down at Deuce. These guys were new recruits, Deuce could tell, a seasoned officer would have already shot him and drag him down to the medical centre for questioning.

There was a flurry of movement and Deuce took out the handgun officers legs. He fell back and slammed his head hard on the ground. The officer with the rifle was only just getting his bearings back when Deuce hefted his fist into his stomach.

"No hard feelings guys" he said rubbing his cheek, the bruising already starting to show. He stared back at Cinos for a second, who was still just sitting perfectly still. He then headed for the apartment door, Cinos voice only stopping him for a second.

"Good luck on finding your box"

He almost felt like telling him to go screw himself, but he was running out of time, more officers would surely be...

As the door slid back a rifle butt slammed into his face. He dropped harder then a sack of rocks. Three other officers had been waiting outside for the other two. They must have been the seasoned officers Deuce had been expecting, putting the rookies through a test of fire before they came in to clean up. He could here one of them trying to sort out the rookies, telling them they know what to expect next time. The strike from the rifle butt hadnt knocked him unconscious, but it still had given him quite a blow. For some reason he was finding it hard to breathe from it, he was guessing it was because his nose was broken and filling up with blood.

They lifted him up from under the arms and dragged him out to the van they had outside. The rookies and a seasoned officer went in the front cab, and the other two seasoned officers went in back with Deuce. They had cuffed him up and just left him on the floor of the van.

"Didnt think it would be this hard to stop the great Deuce Deckard, i thought you were meant to be tough?"

"Not when someone jumps me and slams the blunt end of a rifle in my face, asshole"

"So what made you kill Mome? Didnt get what you wanted from the guy?" the officer lit up a cigarette and leaned back in the cab. Not only was he a seasoned officer he must have been a seasoned donut eater from the belly on the guy.

"Maybe you thought yourself above the law, being the 'great hero that you are" said the other officer. He was really thin in contrast with the belly officer.

"I didnt kill him, someone else must have done it"

"Oh yeah, the one armed hunter maybe? Ha" The belly officers stomach jiggled as he laughed at his own joke. The thin one sniggered, but it seemed put on.

"Hey, screw you, im going to prove i didnt kill the guy"

"Well how are you going to do that from a prison cell" Thin said, leaning over and putting his face close to Deuces.

"By doing this"

Deuces forehead hurt real bad, so he couldnt imagine how much damage he had done to thins nose. Belly stood up dropping his cigarette and rushed over to were Deuce was now kneeling. Deuce thrusted upwards and knocked the guy over. He rolled on the floor and managed to get himself up. He ran to the door of the van and gave it a few good kicks. They eventually gave way and Deuce was given a birds eye view of Pioneer 2's traffic system.

"Shit, i didnt think it would be this high up"

"Dont jump you fool! Step away from the doors!" Belly yelled, leaning against one side of the van and wheezing heavily.

Deuce had two choice's, step away from the door and be locked up for killing someone he hadnt or jump and maybe survive the fall to find out who framed him. The officer lurching towards him quickly made up his mind and he leapt over the edge.

The last thing he remembered was seeing the concrete moving towards him real fast.

Deathscythealpha
Jan 28, 2003, 06:07 PM
Chapter 8: Lymbo

Floating. Thats what it felt like. It was as if he had dived into a deep body of water and was keeping himself just under the water. Deuce had stared at death many a time, always someone else's though. This was the first time he had ever experienced it himself.

He passed his hands in front of his face a couple of times, expecting to see bubbles left in their wake. There was nothing. He was still wearing his armour, but now there was a few more dents and some small specks of blood. He was kinda pleased that he didnt remember hitting the ground, from the state of his armour, it looked like it hurt.

"Hello Deuce"

He turned himself around to face the voice. A young girl floated in front of him. She had long platinum hair that was billowing in an invisible breeze, which was disorientating seeing as Deuce still felt that he was floating in water.

"So i died then" he said bluntly. "Bloody great. Least whoever set me up wont have the satisfaction of seeing me rot in some jail"

"Your not dead, Deuce" the girl said. Or thought. The sound of her voice was bombarding Deuce from every direction, and he was quite sure if she was communicating telepathically.

"Then im alive?"

"Yes, for about five more seconds anyway"

Deuce scrunched up his eyes and tried to work this out.

"Your not going to kill me now are you?"

The girl tittered to herself.

"Of course not, why would i want you dead?"

"But you just said..."

"If you were in real time you would be dead in five seconds. Here in my Lymbo time has no meaning"

"Lymbo, real time. BAH. I dont understand this, too many things are going on at once" Deuce fumbled in his back pocket and pulled out his cigarettes. They were all flattened except for three. He placed one in hi mouth and lit it up.

"When you jumped from the police van", the girl started to explain, floating slightly closer to Deuce. "You were going to die, it was a stupid move to make. I needed you alive, so i brought you here just before your live force could leave the realm of the living. You are now in my personal Lymbo, a place outside of time"

"Who are you, and why do you need me alive?"

"Im Lucy, and i need you to stop the Dark Falz entity once and for all"

Ness
Feb 1, 2003, 10:06 AM
This just keeps getting better.

Deathscythealpha
Feb 2, 2003, 06:37 PM
"You mean its still out there? How many times do we have to destroy that thing?!"

"You have only destroyed its host. Each time Dark Falz loses a host, it searches for a new one. It will look for the strongest body, but if one isnt available, it will take whats there, even if its weak and unstable"

"So when we destroyed it on Ragol..."

"It found a new body. I dont who it found, but it wasnt as strong as Rico"

"So if i find this new host, and destroy them, whats to stop it jumping to a new body? If its on Pioneer 2, its got thousands of people to choose from, i cant go around killing all the inhabitants of the ship till it doesnt have anyone else to jump to! How am i supposed to stop it?"

"I dont know" Lucy said, shaking her head and looking down. She would of been staring at the ground, if there was one there.

Deuce took a long drag on the cigarette. It didnt taste right, just like the air, but it was settling his nerves just a little bit.

"So how does Dark Falz effect you? What have you got against it?"

"I was once his host" she said, eyes still staring down.

"But you cant be any older then fifteen"

"As i said earlier, it will use any body if it cant find the strongest. I just happened to be the only one alive when it needed a body. It had killed the rest of my family before my father destroyed its host. It took over my body and evaded destruction once again. Soon another hero came and stopped it, destroying me in the process and letting the entity get away. Dark Falz still kept a link with me though,like it does with all its hosts and ive been stuck in Lymbo ever since. Ive bee here for nearly one thousand years!"

"Im sorry..."

"I need you to stop the Dark Falz entity!" she yelled, tears welling up in her eyes. "Destroy him, let me and a thousand others be free of this entrapment! Please Deuce"

Deuce floated there, staring at the sobbing girl. He was feeling odd having been here for just a few minutes, he couldnt comprehend a thousand years of this.

"Ill do it" he finally said. "Ill stop it, its only one more thing on my to do list" Montagues box kept on coming back to mind.

"Thank You Deuce" she said with a smile.

"Dont worry about it, it will probably solve some of my problems anyway. All i need to know is how to get out of here"

"Ill let you out, you are my guest here. Once you get back you will feel a little pain, but at least you wont die. I suggest getting as far away from that spot as you can while your at it. Good bye Deuce"

Deuce took one last drag from his cigarette, then his body felt like it was being sucked into oblivion.


The Fomarl tipped out her bag and scrabbled through its contents, she knew it was there somewhere. It was lucky she had got to him so quickly or it wouldnt have worked. She finally found the Moon Atomizer syringe and jabbed it into Deuces arm. He didnt move for a couple of seconds, then all of a sudden he stared to cough and splutter and a thick cloud of tobacco smoke arouse from his mouth. He tried tog et up, but the Fomarls arms stopped him.

"Dont move, you're lucky to be alive. I think your arms dislocated though, and theres a gash on your head, but you should be all right. If you lay there until the the ambulance arrives..."

"I cant do that lady" he said and managed to push his way out of her grip, "Ive got to get moving, but thanks for the help" and with that he fled into a close by alley. The fomarl kneeled there and looked on. She couldnt believe he was able to move like that after what he had been through. She wondered were he fell from anyway, and why did that smoke smell like tobacco?


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Well this will be the last update for a week as im off to france just after midnight on monday. The break should give me some great ideas for the rest of the story though, so it shouldnt be that bad.

Also ive just noticed that 'Do Hucasts 1' is in this weeks fan works spotlight, woohoo! That made my night seeing that.

RavenTW
Feb 2, 2003, 08:57 PM
It deserves it. It would be cool if number 2 and 3 got there.

I'm not going to compliment because I already have. One of those "I'm still reading it, and it's good" posts.

Ness
Feb 13, 2003, 04:34 PM
Don't forget to tell us about yopur week in France.

Deathscythealpha
Feb 20, 2003, 06:02 PM
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Excuse for no update Number3.

Had lots of stuff going on since i got back from france, so ive had no time to write anything! Ive got a little osmething down, but it needs fine tuning, so im not going to post it yet. Cheack in on monday.

Deathscythealpha
Feb 24, 2003, 10:33 AM
Chapter 9: Love

Emily pressed the pad beside the door and it slowly slid open. Leaning up against the wall, breathing heavily was Deuce. There was dry blood around his nose and his eyes were starting to blacken. He was cradling his shoulder with his right hand. A thin treacle of blood was also present on his forehead.

"My god, what happened to you? Quick, i got to get you inside"

Emily attempted to lift him into the apartment, but he more or less fell. She dragged him the rest of the way into the living room, then went back and locked the door.

"How did you find this place? I dont remember telling you"

"Theres alot of stuff you can find out by hacking the security systems, i just ran your name through some programs"

Emily vanished for a second, then came back with a supply box. She flipped the lid, then furiously rifled through its contents. While she did that, Deuce propped himself up on the sofa. Emily's home wasnt wonderfully decorated, but it was a damn site better then Deuce's. There was very few ornaments, only the bare essentials seemed to have been laid out. There was also no sign of anything relating to Emilys medical career, which Deuce found odd, but put down to not really wanting her work life to interfere with her personal one.

Emily produced a green box and got ready to apply its contents to Deuces shoulder, but a quick snap of Deuces arm stopped her. He winced as he held onto her wrist.

"Im not a doctor, but i dont know how your going to heal me with a difluid"

She blushed and then starting fiddling with the box.

"Whoops, the label must have come off, the boxes do sort of look the same"

She went back to the box and this time produced a Dimate. She rubbed the contents into Deuces shoulder, then to his eyes and nose. A thin amount was applied to the gash on his head. Deuce could feel the muscle, bone and flesh trying to heal its self almost automatically.

Five minutes past before Deuce felt strong enough to move. He pulled himself up onto the sofa and lent his head back, breathing uneasily. The fall had irritated his previous gunshot wounds, and his lung felt like there was something moving about inside it.

"So why did you run off back there?"

Emily looked shocked. Deuce was staring at the ceiling, but he could imagine the expression on her face. The look of 'what are you implying' or 'how dare you accuse me of something!'.

"I was scared Deuce, its not everyday that i get shot at and attacked"

"You said it might be because of you!"

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Emily's eyes were red and puffy, something Deuce hadnt notice when he first came to her apartment. She had obviously been crying. Deuce broke away from the stare and started to rub his eyes.

"Whats going on Emily, please tell me"

At this point Emily broke down in tears.

"I dont know what happened Deuce. Ive dealt with lots of people at the medical centre, some of them i probably should have turned away. I know there where people who came in with injuries that just werent right, and that their blood tests came back odd, but i just couldnt turn them away, drop them in to the authorities as Cultists! I do my job to help people. Back there, i thought someone had found out and..."

Deuce wrapped his arms around her and she cried into his shoulder. At that point Deuce wasnt sure what to think. Emily had been helping out the very things he was trying to stop, and by law she could be put away for helping criminals. But then again, his mind went back to his feelings that even though they were cultists, deep down they were still humans, newmans or androids, they just needed something to help them to break away from the thing they had been cursed with.

"Im sorry" he whispered into her ear, it was the only thing he could think of saying.

She looked up into her his eyes and sniffed a couple of times. The same feeling that he got back at the fountain washed over him again. He cared for Emily. He had only known her for a very short period of time, but he wanted to be with her, to protect her. He leant forward and kissed her.

At this point time stopped for Deuce and Emily, and Deuce wanted it to stay like that. He wanted this moment to last forever.



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RavenTW
Feb 24, 2003, 06:08 PM
I thought you COULDN'T heal people with a Difluid? (you forgot to say Dimate)

Deathscythealpha
Feb 24, 2003, 06:14 PM
On 2003-02-24 15:08, RavenTW wrote:
I thought you COULDN'T heal people with a Difluid? (you forgot to say Dimate)



Um, you didnt read that, you didnt see anything, that word was never there. The men in black will be around your house in five mins.

I love the edit button.

Ness
Feb 26, 2003, 02:44 PM
On 2003-02-24 15:14, Deathscythealpha wrote:

Um, you didnt read that, you didnt see anything, that word was never there. The men in black will be around your house in five mins.

I love the edit button.



Do you remember when Ambrai took it away?

RavenTW
Feb 26, 2003, 03:18 PM
Yes...*builds up with rage* It was funny that nobody posted anything offensive, we just kept making stupid typos!

Deathscythealpha
Mar 12, 2003, 06:34 PM
Chapter 10: It All Falls Down

For once, Deuce was pleased to wake up. Last night with Emily had been amazing, and he would never forget it. He finally felt needed by someone who had the same feelings for him as he did for her. He swung his legs off the bed and with a slight swing in his step headed over to the curtains. He was disapointed that the only light that flooded in was the dull glow of Pioneer 2's lighting system, but he didnt think anything would ruin his mood today.

"You going to get up today?" he said, turning back towards the bed, but Emily had already gone. He thought that she would have at least told him that she was going, but he guessed that she must of decided to let him sleep.

Deuce had a wash and generally sorted himself out, he didnt think Emily would mind. He then headed back to the bedroom at got his armour back on. He then picked up his arm exoskeleton and started to clip it into place.

He hated doing this. The actual exoskeleton ran up past his elbow with two bolts holding it into place. Then several wires had to be plug into sockets on just below his biceps to connect the exoskeleton to his nervous system. This left his arm sore for about half an hour after he did it, so he normally avoided taking the exoskeleton off. This probably explained the many problems he had been getting from it of late, but he decided to ignore the fact that it was probably his fault and blame the equipment.

After finishing connecting the exoskeleton he strode into the front room and located the videophone. He hadnt reported into Montague since he took the assignment, and now that he was a wanted man he felt he needed to reassure him that he was still on the job. As the videophone started to connect he thought it was safer use just voice communication and turned the vidscreen off.

"Dr Montague here, how may i help you"

"Alright Doc, just Deuce reporting in to you"

"Oh, your still alive, i heard you jumped out of the back of a Police Van and was killed"

"Yeah, but i recovered"

"Hmm, anyway, have you located the box yet?"

"Not quite, ive had quite a few hold ups, but im getting closer"

"Good, good. I hope you realise how important the contents of that box is, it must be found as soon as possible"

"Dont worry Doc, ill have it back to you soon"

"I hope so. Contact me again when you have found it"

There was a click and the phone was disconnected.

Deuce rubbed his hands through his hair. He wasnt even sure of where to look for the box now, everything had got so complicated that he had lost all track of it. He needed a big clue, something he could easily follow up on.

The room shaked and all the lights and power went off on Pioneer 2. A couple of seconds later the power came back on and Deuce scrabbled back to his feet. He ran straight for the window and watch as the remains of Miranda drifted off into space.



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Deathscythealpha
Mar 19, 2003, 06:20 PM
Deuce couldnt believe his eyes, but it had happened. I whole section of Pioneer 2 had been destroyed.

Many of the different sections of Pioneer 2 had once been separate ships themselves on the long journey to Ragol. It was more convenient to have several orbiting ships then one huge ship, supplies could be carried by one ship leaving more room for passengers on another. When they had arrived at Ragol, all the orbiting ships were brought together into one whole, like they had been designed to do. The connections between the ships and Pioneer 2 were strong and durable, but if someone had targeted them with some seriously heavy firepower...

It didnt take long for Deuce to work out that this was what had happened, and he grabbed his varista and made a beeline for the door. Something big was going down.

It hadnt taken long for panic to spread around the populous. People were in the streets shouting, children crying, other people rushing about worrying what to do. He tried to ignore the bustle of people, but there was always people pushing past him or stopping him to ask what was going on.

After making it past the people he tried to work out the quickest route to the Miranda connection. He was roughly two miles away from it, which would take no time to travel by a car. But he had to go by foot, try and make it past anyone else who was panicking and anyone who was still out to claim the bounty on his head. It would take him about half an hour to get there, and by then whoever had done this might have gotten away, he needed to get there quicker.

There was the wailing of sirens. He watched three police craft pass over head, all moving and stupidly fast speeds. He should of figured they would have been dispatched quickly for something this big. He heard the scream of another siren and watched a slower craft hurtle in his direction. It was flying slightly lower then the others and with out thinking Deuce leapt up and grabbed its under carriage. The craft dipped slightly in the air, but continued to speed on to its destination.

As it arrived at its destination Deuce dropped of the bottom of the craft and drew his varista. A gunfight had already broken out in front of the wreckage of Mirandas connection between the culprits and the police. It had been a good thing that large airlocks had been constructed just in case anything like this was to have happened, otherwise the whole ship may have been depressurised and everyone would have been dead. Deuce wasnt sure if he should risk revealing himself to police with the bounty on his head, but when he watched several officers hit the ground, photon wounds in their chests, he decided it was better to risk it then let more people die.

BOC
Mar 22, 2003, 06:02 PM
this is a god dam good fic!!!

cant wait to read the next part.

keep up the good work!! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

Deathscythealpha
Mar 26, 2003, 05:55 PM
He sprinted across the deck, Varista blasting away. He heard one or two screams, but he didnt have time to take in who had been hit. He dived behind a police barricade and listened to the retaliatory shots thud against the metal. He looked up from where he had landed to see several officers cowering beside him. There was three more officers lying on the ground, but from the state of them it didnt look like they were going to make it.

"Who are you?" asked one of the officers who had plucked up enough courage to confront him. He was visibly scared, of Deuce and what was happening.

"Im Deuce, a bounty hunter. Any ID's on the culprits?"

"We got some confirmation on several known Cultists, theres about fifteen in total. We took down one of them, but their extremely well armed"

"I managed to hit at least two of them one my way over here, so we may be down to twelve cultists, when's your backup turning up?"

"We dont know, most of radio equipment is down as one of the main broadcast towers in this areas was on Miranda. All the officers here were in the vicinity or saw the blast, but otherwise we dont know who else is coming"

"Great..."

There was some more thudding sounds as photon bullets crashed against the barricade. Deuce tried to think as quickly as he could a way of easily taking out these cultists, but nothing was coming to him. He didnt think he could get enough moral back into these guys to launch a full on attack, and he was so confident on his ability to take out twelve heavily armed Cultists with just his Varista. His train of thought was disrupted when a long photon blade was thrust trough the barricade, just missing his head but the not the one of the officer kneeling next to him.

A Hucast leaned over the barricade and grabbed the head of another officer. There was a cracking sound and then an explosion of blood and bone. One of the other officers yelled and the Hucast gave them all an evil grin. He looked as if he had gone quite far through the Child evolutionary process, and looked almost skeletal in appearance. His limbs were long and thin and a greyish material was stretched out over his face and body to resemble flesh. His old android body looked like some type of ornamental armour on him now. He was obviously getting some joy out of watching the officers squirm, so much that he hadnt even seen Deuce. The first thing he knew of him being there was when his Varista was shoved into his face. It only took one shot to topple the Hucast at that range, and its limp body draped itself over the barricade, the remains of the officers head still gripped tightly in his hands.

BOC
Mar 29, 2003, 04:06 PM
see, this fic totally drips with quality.http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif

*eagerly awaiting next part*

Deathscythealpha
Apr 8, 2003, 04:08 PM
I apologise again for no updates, but Collage has got really heavy over the last couple of weeks. Ive just been accepted into University on the conditions that i get 50% merits on my work, so ive been really trying to pull my finger out. So ive been kinda bogged down with getting all my work done up to a high quality and my ability to focus on the fic has been strained. I could put some more to this fic down at this point, but it wouldnt be great, and i dont want to ruin something ive had fun creating. So if you guys and gals are able to wait for a couple more weeks, i will be updating this fic, but once ive got some of the strain of Collage has let off.

Deathscythealpha
Apr 16, 2003, 06:04 PM
Deuce realised he had to act now, e didnt want anymore of the officers to die, or to let any of the Cultists escape. It may be a stupid move, but it was the only option left.

"Ok, you guys lay down some covering fire for me, try to take down as many as you can. Im going to have to use as much cover as i can to get closer to them"

"But they will fire back, they got some serious weaponry, all we've have is handguns and rifles. We will all die!"

"You all die anyway if you just cower behind this barricade! Now if you want to give me a hand and probably stand a better chance of surviving, youll lay down some covering fire!"

The officers were still shaken, but they moved closer to the barricade anyway. They understandably tried to avoid the area where their two comrades had just died. Deuce picked up a handgun from one of the bodies to give him some extra firepower, and pulled the weapon out of the barricade. It was a Brand of some type, but Deuce wasnt sure which. His skill with bladed weapons was very lacking, but he was capable of using one if it stopped someone else's being inserted into him. He powered down the blade and attached the hilt to his belt.

"Im going to count to three, then you start firing. Try to void shooting me and try to avoid getting shot yourself. One. Two. Three!"

With the third number Deuce hoisted the corpse of the Hucast in front of him and sprinted towards the Dark Falz cultists. He could here the thud of photon bullets hitting the corpse, but thankfully none of them passed through. He managed to run straight into one of the Cultists, pushing him to the ground with the body, then taking him out with his Varista. A Racast roared at him from his left, but another quick shot form his Varista shut him up.

There was some more cries of pain from in front of him, and Deuce saw that the officers had managed to take down another three Cultists. This was going alot better then he had first imagined. There was now seven Cultists left for him to deal with.

There was a bloody scream and a Hucaseal leapt towards him, sword raised high into the air. Even though this move looked cool to anyone watching, it left you totally open to incoming shots. Three photon bullets from each weapon crashed against the androids body and it fell to the ground near Deuces feet. He went to move onto the next Cultists, but as he turned a blade was thrust at his head, dragging slightly against his left cheek. He quickly turned and aimed his gun at the Hucaseal that was now standing back up. Even though it had six photon bullet holes in its torso, it was still moving. It was very reptilian in looks and movement, with long ridges running down its back and quick darting movements. It thrusts its blade at Deuce again, forcing Deuce to the ground in an effort to avoid it. It then brought the blade, tip first, down towards him. He rolled to the right slightly, the sword just brushing the inside of his arm, and kicked upwards. His foot caught her on the jaw and Hucaseals head was pushed backwards. One well place shot drilled up through her head and killed her instantly.

He pushed himself up from the ground and tried to find his next target, but the Cultists were starting to flee. Watching three of there own being taken down by one man and the constant rain of bullets had been enough to break their moral. He jogged after them, hoping to bring at least one more of them down. There was a Hunewearl lagging behind at the back and Deuce reckoned he could bring her in for questioning.

He sprinted towards her, easily catching her up. He put an arm on her shoulder and try to turn her around, but was given an elbow in the stomach instead, followed by a kick to the face as he fell forwards. She started to run again, and Deuce decided that a more violent take down was necesary. He raised his Varista and let off a single shot that struck her in the arm. She screamed and fell to the ground, rolling to a stop a couple of metres later. A Deuce approached her she was crying and trying to cradle her wound.

"Dont try anything or i could give you a matching hole in your other arm. Theres alot of questions people are going to want to ask you. Now come with me"

At this point, Deuce's entire world fell apart. The girl turned to look at him and Deuce recognised the long brown hair, the emerald green eyes and the purple band that hung around the girls neck.

"Emily?!"

"Deuce, im sorry"

Nothing could explain what Deuce was feeling. He had finally found someone he loved, someone he thought felt the same about him, someone he really cared about. Then it ended up that they were the thing he was out to stop, what he hunted as a job. His mind was racing, trying to find some sort of an explanation for what was happening, but it couldnt come up with anything. He just stood there, staring into Emily's eyes as she stared back, tears rolling down her cheeks. Then there was a sudden pain from the back of his neck, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Deathscythealpha
Apr 23, 2003, 06:16 PM
Chapter 11: Evil Needs No Reason

The smell of blood and urine filled Deuces nostrils and choked him into consciousness. As he opened his eyes he could see that the floor had been covered with at least one of the fluids, the dark red stains covered a large area directly below him. The other liquid had probably belonged to the same owner.

His arms were sore and he rolled his head upwards to see why. A large, wooden 'T' frame had been connected to the ceiling of the room he was in and his hands had been bound together in the middle. It had all been set up so that he hadnt been lifted totally off the ground, but so his arms took most of the strain of holding him up. He noticed that his armour had been removed and was laying in the corner of the room, all he was wearing at the moment was his trousers.

He sniffed and noticed that the smell of urine had suddenly got stronger. He could hear the scratching sound of someone moving around and then a hideous face was thrust into his own. A bulbous yellow eye stared at him sideways and the hiss of foul smelling breath was blown into his face. Deuce decided that this was the most disgusting Child of Dark Falz mutation he had ever met.

"What the hell are you?" he said in a dry, sore voice.

He lurched forwards as the things fist was punched into his stomach, the force of the blow making the whole 'T' frame creak.

"Dont insult Rasp, he may be simple but he has a temper on him"

A Fomar walked into the room bedecked in purple robes. Black hair ran down to his shoulders and he had the faint signs of a beard growing. A sabres handle dangled from his belt and it was worn to intimidate.

"Are you these barsterd Cultists leader?" Deuce asked while trying to regain some balance on the frame. Another fist was punched into his stomach and he lost balance once again.

"No, no, no, im just a guard like Rasp here, except hes more physical with his guard duties. He likes to make the prisoners feel... welcome"

Rasp sniggered and a hideous tongue rolled out from a twisted jaw, saliva dripping all over the floor.

"Dont try to intimidate me, ass. Wheres your boss, im guessing he wants me alive for a reason and he most likely wants to boast to me about it. Just get him down here and hurry it up!" Deuce wasnt in the mood to mess about. If they were going to kill him they might as well just hurry up and get it over with.

"They wants you alive because you feel more pain that way. Dont worry, they will be down in a minute"

"They? What the hell do you mean by 'They'?"

The Fomar grinned at Rasp and the Child delivered another blow to Deuce. This time he yelled out with the pain. He could feel his wrists digging into the wood underneath his bindings and his shoulder joints clicked with every blow, after a couple more they would probably dislocate. This was not the situation he wanted to be in, and he could see it getting worst.

Deathscythealpha
Apr 23, 2003, 06:16 PM
Chapter 11: Evil Needs No Reason

The smell of blood and urine filled Deuces nostrils and choked him into consciousness. As he opened his eyes he could see that the floor had been covered with at least one of the fluids, the dark red stains covered a large area directly below him. The other liquid had probably belonged to the same owner.

His arms were sore and he rolled his head upwards to see why. A large, wooden 'T' frame had been connected to the ceiling of the room he was in and his hands had been bound together in the middle. It had all been set up so that he hadnt been lifted totally off the ground, but so his arms took most of the strain of holding him up. He noticed that his armour had been removed and was laying in the corner of the room, all he was wearing at the moment was his trousers.

He sniffed and noticed that the smell of urine had suddenly got stronger. He could hear the scratching sound of someone moving around and then a hideous face was thrust into his own. A bulbous yellow eye stared at him sideways and the hiss of foul smelling breath was blown into his face. Deuce decided that this was the most disgusting Child of Dark Falz mutation he had ever met.

"What the hell are you?" he said in a dry, sore voice.

He lurched forwards as the things fist was punched into his stomach, the force of the blow making the whole 'T' frame creak.

"Dont insult Rasp, he may be simple but he has a temper on him"

A Fomar walked into the room bedecked in purple robes. Black hair ran down to his shoulders and he had the faint signs of a beard growing. A sabres handle dangled from his belt and it was worn to intimidate.

"Are you these barsterd Cultists leader?" Deuce asked while trying to regain some balance on the frame. Another fist was punched into his stomach and he lost balance once again.

"No, no, no, im just a guard like Rasp here, except hes more physical with his guard duties. He likes to make the prisoners feel... welcome"

Rasp sniggered and a hideous tongue rolled out from a twisted jaw, saliva dripping all over the floor.

"Dont try to intimidate me, ass. Wheres your boss, im guessing he wants me alive for a reason and he most likely wants to boast to me about it. Just get him down here and hurry it up!" Deuce wasnt in the mood to mess about. If they were going to kill him they might as well just hurry up and get it over with.

"They wants you alive because you feel more pain that way. Dont worry, they will be down in a minute"

"They? What the hell do you mean by 'They'?"

The Fomar grinned at Rasp and the Child delivered another blow to Deuce. This time he yelled out with the pain. He could feel his wrists digging into the wood underneath his bindings and his shoulder joints clicked with every blow, after a couple more they would probably dislocate. This was not the situation he wanted to be in, and he could see it getting worst.

Ness
Apr 27, 2003, 09:04 AM
Nice plot twist!

RavenTW
Apr 27, 2003, 12:56 PM
Dang, can it get better?

*hits himself for posting such a stupid question*

Deathscythealpha
May 7, 2003, 06:42 PM
Time creeped slowly on. Deuce must have hung there for an hour waiting for whoever was holding him here to turn up. During that time the Fomar decided to waffle on about how superior the Dark Falz Cultists and the Children of Dark Falz were compared with the normal residents of Pioneer 2. Deuce stopped listening to him after the first five minutes, the whole routine was so cliched. What on earth made this guy think he really cared who or what was superior? All Deuce cared about at this moment was how long he was going to live for.

The Fomar suddenly stopped talking when the door to the room slid open and a group of five walked into the room. There was a Hucast, a Ramar, a Humar and standing at the back was Emily, who was desperately trying to avoid Deuces gaze. Deuce wanted to do the same, he couldnt face her right now, he knew he would either break down or go absolutely nuts. In the middle of the group was a cloaked figure. A purple cowl covered their face and small tufts of brown hair were poking out of the bottom.

"So you must be the leaders of this group then? Come on then, gloat, boast, do whatever you want but if you want to kill me hurry up and bloody well kill me!"

There was a chuckle from the cloaked figure.

"Deuce, you should learn to just shutup"

Rasp fist struck him once again and Deuce felt a couple of his ribs snap. He spat out some blood and tried to breathe properly again.

"You may have noticed that Rasp is starting to hit harder and harder, and i dont want you dead before all our plans are finished"

There was something about the figures voice that was familiar to Deuce, he had spoken to this person before, but there was something odd about their voice.

"How did you survive then Rico?"

The figure chuckled again.

"You remember me then? Im flattered. My survival was quite easy, i had some help from someone you know well"

Deuce scowled at Emily who was still standing at the back. Not only was she a Cultist who had betrayed him and got him into this situation but now it seemed that she helped one of the most evillest things on the planet Ragol to survive.

Rico followed Deuces eyes then started to laugh.

"No, it wasnt her Deuce. I used her to close to you, to help lower your defences and get you here, but she didnt help me survive, i only came across her two years ago. When i said someone you know, i mean from the old CTF"

Deuce then realised what it was about Ricos voice that was odd. It wasnt just her voice speaking, there was someone elses voice there too, someone else who he had only spoken too the night before.

"No, not you Cinos, not after i helped you"

Rico pulled the hood of the cloak down and Cinos stared at Deuce.

"Like hell you helped me, you were the one who caused this to happen! You were the one who sent me out to fight Rico when i wasnt ready, when i wasnt able to help everyone! But now i can, i can help everybody, i have the power to now"

"Cinos was kind enough to except us into his body when we were dying" Rico said, Cinos' voice changing straight away. "We offered him what he wanted, the power to help everybody, in return for we wanted, to live. It was quite a fair deal if you ask me"

RavenTW
May 8, 2003, 06:20 PM
It's about time Cinos showed his true colors.

*still wanders when Scion might come back*

BOC
May 9, 2003, 06:49 PM
3 questions on my mind now:

1. will deuce kill cinos or try 2 save him from dark falz?

2. what will happen between emily and deuce?

3. and when scion might come back. soon i hope, twas quite the cool bot.

can't wait for the next part Deathscythe, uve got me sitting on the edge of my chair reading this fic!! keep up the stellar work!! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
May 9, 2003, 07:05 PM
On 2003-05-09 16:49, BOC wrote:
3 questions on my mind now:

1. will deuce kill cinos or try 2 save him from dark falz?

2. what will happen between emily and deuce?

3. and when scion might come back. soon i hope, twas quite the cool bot.

can't wait for the next part Deathscythe, uve got me sitting on the edge of my chair reading this fic!! keep up the stellar work!! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif

PEACE!!!



1: maybe

2: Stuff

3: When i finally remember to PM all the DH2 participants.

Sorry for being so vague, but its fun to throw surprises at the readers http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

Thanks though to everyone whos surporting this fic with their comments, its really nice to see that people enjoy my work and helps me to try and actually get some stuff down. Ive been to slack on updating this fic of late, but hoping to post more often on this fic as i seem to be getting more free time to write of late. Hopefully the next part will be up monday night.

BOC
May 10, 2003, 09:51 AM
u can bet ur life that i'll be here on moday nite 2 read it!!

Deathscythealpha
May 10, 2003, 10:54 AM
"The power to help everybody? All ive seen him do so far is have people killed!"

"But then he is helping everybody, helping everybody to die" a malicious grin fixed itself on Cinos' face.

"You sick barstard"

"Which one of us?" The voice was totally different now, a mixture of both Cinos' and Rico's, but there was a third one too.

"So why are you killing all those people? Collecting more souls for a grand resurrection like last time?"

"Nope" she said bluntly.

"Then why did you kill all those people on that ship?"

"Do i need a reason? I hate it when people always try to say why someone is doing something. He did it for the money. She did it because she loved him. He did it because he was unstable. Its all just guess work, why cant they say they just did it because they felt like doing it? Those people werent bothering me, but i just felt that they should die. I am part of the embodiment of pure evil, i do it for evils sake"

"You are sick"

"No, im evil"

Cinos' body turned to leave, but stopped briefly before passing through the door.

"Im going to let you know that we are going to destroy one ship every hour. Once the last ship has been destroyed we will come to kill you. I just thought it would be nice for you to know that your one of the only people who know are plans but are hopeless to do anything. I hope you enjoy the guilt of not being able to help those people cause your stuck here" Rico laughed then left. The entourage that had come with them filed out behind them. As Emily stted to leave, Deuce called out.

"How could you do this?"

"Im sorry Deuce"

"Are you? Your a servant of Dark Falz, you shouldnt feel sorry as it was your choice to join them, selling your soul for pathetic words about a gift in return"

"How dare you, you once did the same thing!"

"Yes, but i escaped and repented my deeds, your still here"

"Then maybe im not as strong as you were" Emily continued to walk out the door, but Deuce stopped her one more time.

"Did you love me like i loved you, or was it all an act?"

She stood quietly for a couple of seconds, then turned her head slightly.

"Yes i loved you, thats whats making this so hard on me" then she left.

Deuce played those words over in his minds. She said she did love him, but could he trust those words? Were they just more lies to weaken his moral, or were those the words deep from her heart? He had to get out of here, he had to save Emily and all the people on Pioneer 2. He started to pull at his restraints, trying to loosen the T Bar that held him up. He could feel the wood cutting into his wrists, but he didnt care. There was a slight jerk as the bar came loose by a couple of inches and he started to pull harder and harder. He felt it give slightly again, but before he could loosen it anymore a fist struck him in the face and he once again passed into unconsciousness.


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This is a treat, ive got the next part up early. Enjoy.

Ness
May 10, 2003, 02:00 PM
Put me in there somehow!

BOC
May 10, 2003, 04:49 PM
boy am i glad i checked back early http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif

only problem is that every snipet i read just makes me more and more impatient to read the next part. but its always worth it in the end!!!

and i should really stop posting up here, im taking up all the space.

so, PEACE!!! and keep up the expert fic

Deathscythealpha
May 22, 2003, 04:54 PM
Chapter 12: Dark Memories

Deuce awoke to a rumbling noise and gritted his teeth when he realised that it was another ship being blown from Pioneer 2's grasp. He started to shake as the thoughts of how long he had been out started to flood into his head, the thoughts of how he could of been unconscious through several ships being destroyed. Thousands of people dying and him being unable to do anything about it. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown, but he knew that wouldnt help anyone. If he lost it now it was guaranteed that everyone was going to die, he had to stay sane long enough to prevent that.

He moved his head to look at the T-frame that was still holding him here. He could see that it was starting to come away at the top, but it would need a strong blow to do that. He could spend hours trying to slowly wriggle it out of place, but he didnt have hours to do that. He needed to get out of here now.

The horrible smell from early tugged at Deuce's nostrils and once again Rasp thrust his ugly face into Deuce's own.

"Finally awake? I can have more fun now"

"Go to hell"

Provoked once again, The Child punched Deuce hard in the stomach. He felt the whole T-frame shake around his hands and he looked up. The wood had slightly splintered and was alot looser then before. An idea was starting to form in his head.

"That the best you got ugly?"

The Child growled and punched Deuce again, this time alot harder. The T-frame splintered once more. Coughing, Deuce started to insult Rasp more.

"That was pathetic" he coughed loudly "You ugly barsterd. I dont know whats worse, you ugly face or your stench!"

Rasps jaw started to spasm, opening and closing with anger. He swept his arm back and smashed it into Deuce. The T-frame groaned and was now cracked almost all the way through. Deuce knew it was going to go in the next couple of hits, but he wondered if he could survive that long. He coughed loudly again, the irony taste of blood was scrapping the back of his throat. He had to give it his all now, he had to get him to do it in one blow.

"Come on you ugly, stinkin', weak barsterd. You couldnt deliver a good punch if it was to save your ugly ass! Come on! Hit me properly"

The noise Rasp made hurt the ears. A cross between a roar and a scream, a noise that could only be made by some weird mutated vocal chords. He charged at Deuce and put his full strength into his punch. It was strong enough to rip the T-frame away and send Deuce flying across the room.

Deuce spat out aload of blood and awkwardly tried to get to his feet. The T-frame had broken, but his hands were still bound to it. He put his foot on one of the ends and tried to pull his hands free. As they started to slip, a huge hand punched him in the side of the chest and he skidded across the floor once again, slamming against a wall and stopping. He looked up and Rasp hissed at him, roared once again and started to charge at him. With only seconds to spare, Deuce raised his arms and pointed the broken end of the T-frame and the charging Child of Dark Falz. There was a soft crunching noise followed by several dripping sounds as Rasps blood spilt out onto the floor.

Deuce stared at he creature for a couple of seconds. The T-frame had passed right through its chest, and now it just stood there, loudly breathing at him. Rasp then tried to grin, then fell to the floor dead.

RavenTW
May 26, 2003, 09:57 PM
Ouch, that was a painful beginning to the chapter. Leave it to Deathscythealpha to come up with awesome stuff like this.

Deathscythealpha
Jun 5, 2003, 02:44 PM
Deuce slowly pulled the T-frame out of Rasp and once again tried to get it off of his hands. They had bound him to it using what looked like electrical tape, and they had used alot. Deuce was having a hard time removing his hands from it still, his constant tugging at it was rubbing his wrists raw, and when they were already cut and bleeding this didnt really help. He finally managed to pull his left hand free and he could see it was totally caked in blood. He slwoly and painful took the tape of his right hand, then fell into the corner of the room.

He was totally worn out now, no normal man should have taken that sort of punishment. His face and stomach ached, as did his wrists and arms. He really wish he had some painkillers with him righ now, or a monomate. He had fallen next to his armour and he now gropped at it with his left hand, delving itno all the little pockets. He finally produced his cigarettes, atleast he could use one of these as a substitute to a painkiller.

He sat in the corner slowly smoking his cigarette for sometime, putting his armour back on whilst there. He gritted his teeth as he re-inserted the wires for his exoskeleton into his arm, which seemed even more uncomfortable now as the metal was rubbing against the wounds on his wrist. Maybe after this was all finished he would get the upgraded model.

He flicked the cigarette butt away and grabbed his Varista. The fools had left all his weapons along with his armour. It was as if they wanted him fully armed if he escaped. He laughed quitely to himself and shot the lock off the door to the room, then started to slowly sprint up the corridor. He would be able to find his way out of this place somehow.


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Took me 3 days to try and post this short, un-spectaculer section, stupid maintenance. Ohwell. If anyone spots any spelling mistakes please mention them, i cant find my Word CD so ive got not spellcheck at the mo.

Oh, and the next section should be better, hopefully some action scenes http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif

BOC
Jun 5, 2003, 02:59 PM
i reckon that short snipet was good http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif.

but bring on the next part!! so us some ACTION!!!

Ness
Jun 8, 2003, 09:13 AM
It leaves me hanging and I can't wait to read the next part.

Deathscythealpha
Jun 9, 2003, 05:03 PM
He headed up and down several corridors, ducking in and out of doorways and slowly taking corners as he went, he didnt want to get caught again. But after awhile he gave up on this tactic, as there seemed to be no one else there anyway. The place was totally deserted, which was something that was really starting to bother him. Had they moved him away from their main base of operations while he was knocked out? Maybe he hadnt been at their main headquarters to start off with, and was now miles away from anyone. This was starting to get to him, but there was also something else about the place. It was all to familiar. The layout, the style of the decor, the lighting, he knew he had seen it somewhere before, but he didnt know from where.

He came to the end of a corridor and was left with only one exit, a large metallic door. It was one of those types that slid up into the ceiling with a loud 'hiss'. It didnt appear to be locked, so Deuce didnt bother to shoot out the locking mechanism, he simply pressed the panel and waited for the door to slide up. Inside was something he wasnt expecting to see.


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Whoops, kinda forgot to talk to someone about this section. Ill post the rest tomorrow after i have spoken to them, i dont want to end up in somebodies bad books.

Deathscythealpha
Jun 13, 2003, 05:00 PM
The door lead into a large room, dimly lit and full of machinery that whirred and clicked ominously. There was medical and scientific equipment left all over the place too, giving the room the appearance of something out of a cheap horror film. In the centre of the room was a large tube of liquid with a figure floating in the middle.

"Shrike?"

Deuce circled the tube slowly, the memories of that night screaming and clawing at the back of his mind. The incident at the bar, all those people dieing, the showdown with Shrike, all of those memories, plus the ones of killing his friend Draco and fighting with Kireek, came fresh to his mind and made him fall to his knees. He thought he had got over all of this. He spent quite alot of time blaming himself for everything that had happened that night for several months after it had all concluded, sometimes physically beating himself up over it. But after awhile he came to understand that it had been nothing to do with him, it had been the plans of the cultists all along, it was nothing that he could of helped. But at that moment, he could easily blame himself once again.

He clenched his teeth hard and tried to force those thoughts out of his head. What had happened with Emily must have made him vulnerable, he had to sort himself out.

He got to his feet again and stared into the tube. Shrike wasnt conscious, but she was alive. There was alot more of her there then what he remembered, last time he saw her she was laying in half on the floor. She was also alot more organic looking, maybe she had finally gone through her last stage of evolving and had grown her legs back? Wires and sensors had been clipped all over her and were linked to a machine across the room. Deuce idly tapped at a few screens, then picked up a report that had been left on top of the machine.


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<11/09> Body reclaimed from Pioneer City Hospital, medical workers picker her up thinking she was a wounded victim but called her in to the authorities when they noticed her 'changes'. All personnel involved with the incident involveing Shrike have been terminated.

<12/09> Shrike finally stable. Currently being held in stasis till we have the correct data on the cells collected from the test subject.

<20/09> Data and cells finally arrived, all tests ready to be carried out on Shrike (now to be referred to as Subject D-2)

<21/09) First experiments on Subject D-2 successful. No side effects noted, but rapid tissue regeneration has been noted.

<22/09> Subject D-2 has regenerated 50% of lost body tissue already. Predicted that full regeneration should be complete in two days.

<24/09> Full tissue regeneration and consciousness in Subject D-2.Readying subject for test no.2 in one week.

<31/09> Subject D-2 underwent a procedure to amputate her left arm. Two staff fatally wounded in the sortie. D-Cells will once again be inserted into the subjects body to see if regeneration occurs.

<02/10> Full regeneration of the limb confirmed. Subject D-2 seems to be more aggressive though, unknown if this is a side effect to the experiments or not.

<15/10> One member of personnel fatally wounded by Subject D-2. Suggested that the subject be put into a state of stasis till the remains of --- can be reclaimed by us.

<17/10> Forth member of personnel killed. Subject has been drugged and put into a stasis tank for observation. Unknown period of time till we can claim the remains of ---.

<12/11> Unable to reclaim the body of --- for some time now. If we close down this operation for a couple of years we may be able to reclaim the body when everything has died down and been forgotten.


<26/04> Body reclaimed. D-Cell test successful. Body regeneration predicted to take four days. We will soon be able to carry out the final part of are plans.


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They had been experimenting on her, but with what? D-cells? He didnt understand most of what was going on in the report, but one thing he did understand was the name signed at the bottom of the page. It was yet another knife thrust deep into his back. In a fit of rage he flung the report across the room, then tipped the machine over. He then took out his rage on more of the equipment, kicking, throwing and smashing. He would get that barstard for this.

Breathing heavily, he lent on a table he hadnt tipped, sweat dripping down his face. There was a hiss and out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure standing at the door.

"Youve been busy, trashing this place like this and killing Rasp. Ill let you know that he was my friend, and i also spent alot of time working in here on some of those experiments youve so kindly thrown on the floor. Im not going to let your death be quick"

The Fomer took his weapon off his belt and it leapt into life with a hum.

BOC
Jun 13, 2003, 06:27 PM
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif (see the extra excalmation marks http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif)

REALLY REALLY can't wait 4 the next part now.

my money is on the fomar been montague!

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Jun 13, 2003, 06:34 PM
Interesting at worse. Amazing at best.

Deathscythealpha
Jun 20, 2003, 05:48 PM
Next post should hopefully be next week after ive finished my exams. I would have done it tonight but i had some really bad news today. My college tutor, Mike Marshall, died of a heart attack this afternoon.
He was a really good tutor, he knew loads about computers and networking and was a good friend to everyone in his classes. He will be missed.
Hope you guys understand.

Ness
Jun 22, 2003, 04:38 PM
On 2003-06-20 15:48, Deathscythealpha wrote:
Next post should hopefully be next week after ive finished my exams. I would have done it tonight but i had some really bad news today. My college tutor, Mike Marshall, died of a heart attack this afternoon.
He was a really good tutor, he knew loads about computers and networking and was a good friend to everyone in his classes. He will be missed.
Hope you guys understand.



I do.

BOC
Jun 23, 2003, 02:33 PM
sorry to hear about that dude. he sounded like a great person that will be missed

Deathscythealpha
Jun 26, 2003, 02:55 PM
[I]Chapter 13: En Garde[I]

"You're the other guy who was supposed to be guarding me, nice to see that you Cultists are trained well enough not to leave your posts"

"I was on an errand for my master, I return to find that you've escaped and killed my friend. I knew you hadnt left this building as all the security seals were still in place. I just had to use the security system to track you down to here"

"You're a clever guy then, I'm surprised, I thought they left the dead heads in charge of prisoners"

"I let you know that I am in fact one of the head researchers at this facility. I was even in the team that did the regeneration experiments on your friend there" he lifted up his blade and pointed towards the tube that held Shrike. "I volunteered to help keep guard duty over you, I was interested in seeing the man who took out Shrike. I wasn't impressed with what I saw. My name is Jules Olmos"

"Why bother to tell me your name?"

"All men need to know the name of the person who killed them"

"Again, why bother to tell me your name?"

Olmos leapt towards Deuce and swung the blade down in a large arc, Deuce only just managed to role out of the way. As he moved to stand up the blade swung across the top of his head, then a foot caught him in the face. He sprawled out across the floor and shook his head, Olmos didn't look like much, be he was quite strong. His eyes opened up in shock as Olmos suddenly stood above him and went to stab his saber downwards. Deuce acted quickly and kicked out with his feet, sending the force flying backwards. Deuce then felt his own belt and located the weapon he had liberated from the corpse of the Child. The brand leapt into life and Deuce stood ready to receive the next attack. Olmos charged him and photon blade met photon blade. Deuce managed to counter every attack made and even managed to duck the flurry of punches and kicks Olmos threw in to. There blades met once again and locked together, pushing the two combatants face to face.

"Im more impressed with you now, but I still doubt you can beat me"

"Tell me that when ive got you to the ground with my blade next to your throat" and with that Deuce head butted Olmos, catching him just above the eye and drawing blood.

"You barstard!"

Now angered the fomar attacked harder, his blade sending small photon sparks crashing to the ground as he struck Deuces. His moves had got more erratic and now Deuce was starting to have problems blocking them, his wounds to his arms not helping him. The fomar thrust his blade towards him and Deuce tried to get out of the way, but he managed to get caught by the blade and have it tear a small chunk out of his left hand side. The blade managed to stop when it struck the control panel of the stasis tube and Deuce managed to slink away to the side clutching the wound to his side.

"Ha, I got you there bounty hunter"

"Its only one hit Cultist" Deuce replied through grit teeth. He looked at his hand and it was already covered in blood.

Even though he was wounded, Deuce returned to the fight, trying to keep balance fighting with one hand and clutching his side with the other. They continued to fight, but Olmos had the upper hand, repeatedly forcing Deuce back. While they both fought though, they failed to notice the stasis tank shut down, the low hum it made ceasing.

Olmos blade caught Deuce again, this time scratching his cheek. But the fomar was now to close to block successfully and Deuce managed to bring his brand down onto the fomars shoulder, cutting deep into it. Olmos yelled and elbowed Deuce in the face with his other arm to get him away. He then fell back over the toppled table and lay on the ground clutching his wound.

"Still going to beat me asshole?" Deuce said, standing over him with his blade pointed at his throat. He was sore, but still managed to hold a cocky air about him.

"Yes, asshole" Olmos replied and with a quick mutter of a few words a ball of fire sprung from his finger tips and knocked Deuce to the ground. Now it was Olmos' turn to stand above Deuce.

"Say goodbye, Deuce" He drew his saber back, ready to strike when a flash of photon light sailed across the room from the door and struck his hand, searing flesh and forcing him to drop his weapon. Deuce swept his legs up from under him and the force fell down in front of the stasis tube. Deuce slid himself back up using the tube and looked towards the door to find out who had fired that shot.


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Well, ive finished my exams now, so maybe i will get to post more on this fic.

Thanks for you guys understanding about my tutor.

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BOC
Jun 26, 2003, 05:44 PM
im startin 2 sound like a broken record man, but this keeps getting better and better http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

im startin 2 sound like a broken record man, but this keeps getting better and better

http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif

and i hope u've done well in ur exams!!!

Deathscythealpha
Jul 20, 2003, 11:51 AM
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Wow, i must have spent about 50% of this fic apologising for posting late, and im now just going to add to that percentage.

Stuff on at the mo, busy, the apocalypse, the usual excuses for me not posting can go there http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

Im hoping that maybe next week ill have the next part of this chapter up, (im just waiting for a pm from someone to confirm something) then hopefully ill be posting the rest rather quickly. The fic is nearing the end soon, and the next couple of chapters i hope are going to be the best. Some surprises for readers of DH1 and DH2 should be thrown in, some cool fight scenes and some other stuff that i hope people are going to dig, but if i said anything else i would ruin it.

So if everyone can wait for the week, the next bit should be up.
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RavenTW
Jul 20, 2003, 02:43 PM
All good fanfics require patience. And your fanfics are the freshest, if not coolest, I've seen. btw, check your PMs, I've sent a reply.

BOC
Jul 20, 2003, 05:28 PM
On 2003-07-20 09:51, Deathscythealpha wrote:
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The fic is nearing the end soon, and the next couple of chapters i hope are going to be the best. Some surprises for readers of DH1 and DH2 should be thrown in, some cool fight scenes and some other stuff that i hope people are going to dig, but if i said anything else i would ruin it.

So if everyone can wait for the week, the next bit should be up.
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ok...i'll wait. but only because this fic has sucked me in.
http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

rock on!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Aug 9, 2003, 06:42 AM
"Galik?"

The young Humar spun the handgun on his finger then clipped it to his belt. He was still wearing his old CTF uniform, minus the section ID badge, and had strapped his calibur to his back.

"Thats right, we took are time to find you, but we got here in the end"

As he walked into the room three other figures followed.

"Death, i thought you..."

"I was rebuilt" said the Hucast, the light reflecting off of his black and red armour as he stepped into the room, "And they call me Hououza now"

Deuce looked at the last two figures. He recognised one of them, but the other was totally new to him.

"Good to see you again Scion, whos your friend?"

"This is Silhouette, a special friend of mine" said the Hucast, and the Hucaseal next to him gave Deuce a little wave.

"Man, they had fun with you didnt they" Galik said as he surveyed Deuce's wounds.

"Its ok, nothing too serious" he replied. He tried to take a couple of steps forward to show that he was ok, but proceeded to fall to the floor. He had lost more blood then he had first figured.

"Your too stubborn Deuce. Silhouette, pass me a monomate or something"

They applied the monomate to some of Deuces wounds and most of the lighter injuries healed straight up. It would take some time for the heavier ones to feel the effects of the medicine though. Galik leant Deuce against one of his shoulders and tried to help him walk out of the place.

"If we get you out of here we might be able to treat your wounds better"

As they started to move towards the door they heard a click and turned back around to where Olmos was now standing pointing a handgun at them. He was holding the weapon in his left hand shakily and was trying to cradle his wound on his right hand with his armpit.

"You think im just going to let you walk out of here Deuce? Ive got my pride to think of, you will die!"

Just as his finger started to squeeze the trigger there was the smash of glass and a bladed hand thrust itself into Olmos back with a spray of water and blood. Olmos stared down at the finger protruding from his chest, then turned round to see the face of Shrike grinning at him maliciously. She lifted the force up slightly and heaved him across the room into a damaged console. She roared, bounded across the room then set upon him like an animal. Deuce half smiled at this as he was helped out of the room by the group, who had decided that it was a good idea to escape now before Shrike turned her attentions to them. Deuce realised that Shrike was just getting her revenge for those sadistic experiments, and he wasnt going to stand in her way. Hououza smashed the door controls with his elbow once everyone was out, locking the door permanently, then the group headed down the corridor and off to find the exit.


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Woo, its fineally up. After nearly two months of apologising ive fineally managed to post the next section.

I would like to quickly thank RavenTW, SS_Death and Reno for allowing their characters to return once more, without them the dramatic finale im working towards would just not work.

RavenTW
Aug 9, 2003, 07:29 AM
Yes! Scion is back, my friends! Now all he needs is to win a few more Mini Wars battles, and I'd be a little more happy.

BOC
Aug 9, 2003, 09:09 AM
wehay! the plot has thickened!!

good to see the crew from dh2 back in!!

that little voice in the back of my head is telling me that this is gonna be one hell of an ending!!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Aug 10, 2003, 04:12 PM
Look, an eagle.

Removed last section due to changes in content. Will be posted again tomorrow with the correct edits.

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BOC
Aug 10, 2003, 04:56 PM
did i miss something???

*feeling dazed and confused*

*also a little hungry*

well lookin forward 2 tomorrow then!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Aug 10, 2003, 05:00 PM
On 2003-08-10 14:56, BOC wrote:
did i miss something???

*feeling dazed and confused*

*also a little hungry*

well lookin forward 2 tomorrow then!

PEACE!!!



I kind of messed up by missing a PM due to a pop up killer and have to change a couple of paragraphs to fit the story. Dont worry, nothing major and the rest of the story is still fine. Now to get back to my slight editing.

Deathscythealpha
Aug 11, 2003, 06:26 PM
Chapter 14: Beginning of the End

The group made their way through the twisting corridors, their weapons all drawn in case of a sudden attack, or if Shrike caught up with them. Galik still supported Deuce as they walked along, but Deuce was starting to get most of his strength back and was walking alot better.

"How many have gone down?"

"Pardon?"

"How many ships have gone down? The cultists told me they were going to destroy a ship every hour before they knock me out. I knew Miranda had already gone, before i got here, and another as i woke up, but how many have gone now"

"Currently four of the ships have been destroyed" said Hououza from up front, "As you know Miranda was the first to be destroyed, followed by Puck, Oberon and most recently Dione. A lot more would have been destroyed, but there?s been a large resistance at all the connection points"

"A resistance? I thought all communication between the authorities had been cut?" Deuce said.

"The military and that may be useless, but there is still many brave Hunters living on Pioneer 2 who dont want to see their families, friends and homes all dead and destroyed" Scion replied. "Me and Silhouette here had been in one of the first groups to form a resistance, and its how we bumped into Hououza and Galik again"

"I had been down on Ragol when everything kicked off up here" explained Hououza, "I was in the middle of a mission for an important client when Miranda was destroyed. You could see the explosion down on Ragol. I got in contact with my sources to find out what was going on, and when I heard that it was a major Cultist attack I started to track everyone down. I found Galik down on Ragol, living in the remains of Pioneer City. He was..."

"Hououza, I told you not to speak of what I was doing, it was one of the conditions for me to come back to this place" snapped Galik, who seemed a bit agitated at that moment.

"Right, im sorry for bringing it up. Well Galik and me came back to Pioneer 2 as soon as we could and started to search for Scion, it didnt help that he didnt remember anything about us"

"Scion had his memory wiped after the incident" Silhouette butted in, "He had wanted to start his life anew with me. But when the Cultists turned up again, something inside him kicked in, an auto trigger of sorts, set up to compel him to fight the Cultist's if anything big happened. We both went to protect one of the connection points and as we managed to push back the Cultists Hououza and Galik turned up"

"We had got some reliable information that a Hucast fitting Scions description had been seen in the vaccinate of the Antares Connection Point, so we headed straight there. When we got there we found Scion and he had a very faint recollection of us, at least enough to let us reset his memory back to it original state"

"We then figured that since we had three of the original team, plus one, back again that we should try and find the last surviving two, you and Cinos. We didn't know where to start looking for you, and seeing as you are still technically a wanted man, we figured you went into hiding. But we then heard from a survivor from the Miranda connection that you had been there fighting off the Cultists and that in the end you had been dragged off by a group of them. We managed to get the information of your location from some Cultists that we jumped, strange how much someone will tell you when you've got a weapon to their throat. We couldn't locate Cinos though, we figure he didn't get out of Dione before it blew" finished off Galik.

Deuce scoffed at the last part, and got a strange look from Galik.

"What was that for?"

"Cinos got away from Dione, he's still alive"

The group all turned to look at him, the hopes suddenly raised.

"That's great news, where's he too now? We've got to join up with him"

"You don't want to meet up with him" The group looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"What do you mean?"

"Cinos is the leader of the Cultists, he's part of Rico and Dark Falz now"

The group fell totally silent. Deuce could feel the tension in the air, the way the group were feeling angry and confused at the same time. He would probably win if he placed a bet on what they were all thinking, that this must be some sort of joke.

"How could this happen, he was totally against the Cultists and everything they do, why would he change?" asked Hououza.

"I dont know, Dark Falz looks for a weakness, offers to cure it then totally sucks you in. Cinos must have felt really strongly about something and just gave in when he was offered the chance to sort it out"

"So were going to have to kill Cinos to end all of this?" Scion was squeezing the handle of his Kamui really tightly, Deuce could here the metal whining lowly under the pressure.

"I dont know, we may be able to avoid doing that, but I doubt it. We will have to jump that hurdle when we reach it. Now come on, were not doing much just standing here"

The group carried on to the exit in total silence, that last revelation playing over and over in their heads.


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Woo, got it up a little later then i wanted, but its here. Next post hopefully before the end of the week, im really starting to getona role now with finishing this one off.

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BOC
Aug 12, 2003, 07:19 PM
*licks monitor*

mmmmmmmm, your fic even tastes quailTy (with the trusty old capital T).

this is really getting going!!!!

keep it coming deathscythe!!!

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Aug 12, 2003, 09:43 PM
BOC, I'm starting to worry if you need professional help.

*wonders what happened to Galik and thanks DSA for letting Scion have a Kamui*

BOC
Aug 13, 2003, 05:22 PM
thats what my folks said when i bumped my head off that brick wall.

but they don't say anything anymore, they live in my fridge *rocks back and forth*

whats that?? the VOICES in mY hEad ArE tELLing ME sOmEtHing.

MOTTS DITTS WHAT??

oh, i see it wants me to visit your house raven, and bring my Mr pointy stab and slash.

*cue insane laugh* MUH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA *cough* *choke*

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Aug 17, 2003, 09:29 AM
After about ten minutes of wondering about, the group finally found the exit. It looked just like a foyer from one of the government buildings.

"Where the hell are we?" Deuce asked as he suspiciously looked around.

"Were not sure, it could be an old government building, but its not listed anywhere. If i remember the plans correctly, this place should really be a supporting pole for the main deck of Pioneer" answered Galik.

Deuce slammed his fist against the wall, producing small plumes of plaster that slowly drifted tot he floor.

"That barstard, a bet this is all up to him"

"Who?"

"You will know when i put a bullet in his head"

Deuce kicked the front doors open then stood still with shock. Pioneer 2 was a wreck. Fires were breaking out all over the place, gunfire and screams could be heard echoing all around and the dead lay in the street. The Cultists were having a hell of the time, and it looked like the resistance were having a hell of a hard time holding them back. Two bodies lay on the steps next to the doors.

"They were the only guards here, we were quite surprised at how easy it was to get to you" Scion said as if predicting what Deuce was going to say.

"Pioneer 2 isnt going to survive this" Deuce said solemnly.

"We know, but hopefully the people of Pioneer 2 will survive" said Silhouette

"And were the only ones who can help them do that" added Hououza.

Deuce stared at the starry roof of Pioneer 2. Yet another important act was being placed on his shoulders he thought to himself. He was going to have to do it he told himself, it would be wrong if he didnt. Maybe this time he could rid all the people of the Pioneer Project of the Dark Falz Cultists once and for all. Maybe he would finally be able to rest in peace and leave this job. The thought of being able to juts sit back and rest made the corner of his mouth curl slightly in a smile, but it dipped away after a second.

He knew where Cinos and Rico were going to be heading now, they would be doing like all power mad maniacs and heading for the main source of power. If the group moved now, they should be able to catch up and stop them before many more people died.

"Yes, were going to help everyone on Pioneer 2 survive, even if it means giving up are lives for them! Come on, if we move now we can stop this before anything else major happens"

Deuce started to sprint down the street, and a couple of second later he was followed by the rest of the group. At this point Deuce knew it was the beginning of the end.

BOC
Aug 17, 2003, 01:45 PM
*sob* the.th....the beginning of the end??*sniff*

this is gonna be the end of dh3???

id be more upset if it wasn;t for the fact that its been so high quailty and we weren't pretty much guarenteed that its gonna be the mother of all endings!!!

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Aug 17, 2003, 02:07 PM
Don't worry BOC. Deathcysthe never gave us a bad ending. Even on DH2 when he didn't really make the ending.

Deathscythealpha
Aug 17, 2003, 07:54 PM
The fic should go on for about two, maybe three more chapters now. Ive been writing this one for nearly a year now and have become really attached, but i really got to finsih it of too. Same with the DH series, i dont want to be flogging a dead donkey by drawing it with loads of sequals like some certain games and films (*cough*Tomb Raider*cough*).

But dont worry, ive got an idea for a new fic up and running in my head, it should be quite interesting and playing on different areas that DH didnt go into.

Also, if you want a good laugh, cheack out DH3 Dialecterized:
http://rinkworks.com/dialect/dialectp.cgi?dialect=jive&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.planetdreamcast.com%2Fpsoworl d%2Fviewtopic.php%3Ftopic%3D32738%26forum%3D12%269 2

It Damn cool!

BOC
Aug 19, 2003, 12:35 PM
Deuce pulled out 'is Varista, stuck 'is arm round frough the bloomin' door and let off a couple of shots. Cor blimey guv, would I lie to you? There were a scream, but the hail of fire did let. I'll get out me spoons. He a septic tanked 'is arm hammer and tack round and started pressin' the bleedin' elevators buttons, but they all seemed ter be locked.


funny, funny funny stuff!!!

nicely spotted Deaffscyffealpha

Deathscythealpha
Aug 22, 2003, 08:35 AM
Well im goin on holiday in the early hours of tomorrow morning, so no posts for the rest of this week. Sorry guys, but hpefully i will have worked all the plot details out neatly by the time i get back. For now you can all go please yourself by having a gander at my 'Do Hucast Retrospect or Naze Nani Do Hucats' thread:

http://www.pso-world.com/viewtopic.php?topic=63820&forum=12&3

Ok that wont be updated for the week either, but theres still a little info there you ca enjoy, and if youve got any questions you want to ask about the fic, you can post them there and hopefully i can answer them when i get back (and no, i wont answer questions about what happens at the end of the fic yet http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif ).

Oh, and i love saying Naze Nani Do Hucasts, its just such a fun thing to say. Naze Nani Do Hucast, Naze Nani Do Hucast, Naze nani...

BOC
Aug 22, 2003, 05:46 PM
enjoy your holiday dude. sit back, relax and enjoy yourself, i thinl youve earned it http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Aug 22, 2003, 07:35 PM
Wasn't it Nani Nazi? I recall this term being moderatly abused at Megatokyo.com

Deathscythealpha
Aug 29, 2003, 12:25 PM
Im back early due to family problems. Least i wasnt enjoying the holiday, Blackpool is the most technology iliterate place on earth. Only one games shop i found and it only had about 50 games in stock altogether. Least ive had time to real open up a can of whoop ass on Virtua Fighter 4 Evolution. Im now touting a 5th Dan Lau (named Lun Di), 3rd Dan Lie Fei (Cinos) and a 5th Kyu Kage (Shadow, i had been playing FF6 as well).

Yep, Megatokyo used the whole 'Naze Nani' thing too. Its inspired by part of the Anime series 'Martian Successor Nadesico' (one of my personal favourite series), where they decide to make an educational tape about their trip, with the captain dressing up in a big bunny suit. Really funny stuff, youve got to watch that series.

By the way, i am not dressing up in a bunny suit.

Hopefully an update on monday. Im going out with my work collegues tonight, working tomorrow and being lazy sunday (mwahahaha). And whys no one asked anything in the 'Naze Nani Do Hucast' thread? *sob*, dont you like me?

Later.

DOG21313
Aug 30, 2003, 10:16 AM
http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif I've been reading the fics for a while now, a while ago I got finished with 2, and now I found this! This is awesome! Keep it up!

BOC
Aug 30, 2003, 10:56 AM
whys no one asked anything in the 'Naze Nani Do Hucast' thread? *sob*, dont you like me?



to tell u the truth, everthing is explained pretty well in ur fics that not too many plp probably have 2 ask questions about it. http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

welcome back by the way http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Aug 30, 2003, 11:55 AM
By the way, i am not dressing up in a bunny suit.



Get Death in the buny suit.

Deathscythealpha
Sep 2, 2003, 06:57 PM
Chapter 15: Deuces Run

Pioneer 2 was a total warzone. There were constant running battles between the Cultists and the Resistance everywhere, and Deuce and the CTF Team found themselves fighting their way through most of these battles. Many a heroic act happened, and many lives were saved by the CTF Team. In return they were helped out by the Resistance, many helping them by backing them up as they made their way across Pioneer 2 or by just giving them some information on the location of the leaders of the Cultists. By the time the Team had reached their destination they had a force of about Fifty Hunters backing them up.

"Thats where they'll be, the main deck of Pioneer 2" proclaimed Deuce to the CTF Team. They were taking cover behind a wrecked car while the resistance carried on fighting around them. There was a big force of Cultists guarding the deck and both sides didnt seem to be getting anywhere. "All the important decisions on what happens to this ship are decided there" Deuce continued, "Youve got the Principals Building where everything goes down, the Navigation Deck which steers this ship and keeps it from plummeting down to Ragol and theres even the Hunters Guild Building. Cinos and Rico can control this entire ship right from this one deck if they wished, and im guessing their doing that right now"

"So we have to get in there and stop them before they do anything major to the ship" said Hououza.

"Right, but that isnt going to be an easy task. We will firstly have to fight are way through this massive defence force, then we will have to take on whatever security theyve got inside the Principals Building"

"Why the Principals Building?" asked Galik.

"Cause the Principal is the top dog around here. He knows all the passwords for the systems here, all it will take is a bit of 'persuasion' and hell probably cough them up to the cultists. As you said before, its strange what people will tell you when theyve got a weapon to their throat"

"So were going to have to move fast then, we cant let them hurt the Principal" said Silhouette, all ready getting to her feet. An arm grabbed hers and pulled her back down.

"Dont be so hasty, we dont even have a proper plan yet and i dont want to see you throwing your life away just rushing in there" said Scion. Silhouette smiled at Scion.

"Well, just rushing in there is my basic plan" said Deuce.

"What do you mean? Have you lost it?"

"Of course not. All we need is the help of the Resistance. If we can get them to cover us we can charge into the deck and head straight for the Principals Building. Of course were going to have to fight off alot of Cultists on the way, but we survived down on Ragol against all odds, we should be able to do it again"

"New Ultimate and Ness didnt survive..." Galik uttered quietly to himself. Deuce stared at the Humar for a couple of seconds, wondering if he had heard him correctly, but then decided to get back to what was happening now. He poked his head out from behind the cover and found the person he was looking for.

Deuce signalled to the rest of the team to move out, then sprinted for a piece of cover where another small group was making plans.

"Your BOC, right? The Android commanding this part of the Resistance" Deuce said to a large Racast. The android extending his hand to Deuce and shook his hand.

"Deuce Deckard if i not mistaken. We appreciated the help back there, we were totally pinned down and if you lot hadnt turned up we would all be dead now. What can i do for you?"

"We need you lot to lay down some covering fire and make sure we get into the Principals Building. We dont want you lot to put yourself at risk, just to keep the Cultists off us why we make a run for the main deck"

"Sure, i guess we can do that in return for saving our lives. Youll have to give us a couple of minutes to get everyone ready, since Miranda went down the BEE system has been terrible"

Ten minutes past. The CTF Team waited behind the cover, checking its weaponry and making sure they had the appropriate supplies. Slowly, large groups of hunters fell back behind them, still letting off shots from there guns or casting techniques into the ranks of Cultists.

"Were ready, as soon as you start your run my Hunters will lay down some heavy fire into their ranks"

"Thanks BOC. Remember, dont put yourselves at risk, just make sure we get in there ok"

"Dont worry, ive got better things to do tonight then die"

With that, Deuce and the CTF Team rolled out from the cover and started to sprint towards the main deck.


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Blame AOl for the late post on this one. Just as ive been ready to post its crashed out. Twice. Its goign to be the first thing to go once i get to Uni.

Oh, and i couldnt resist throwing BOC in there, seeing has hes been a strong follower of this fic, hope he doesnt mind. And i couldnt resist using that qoute.

(made some small spelling corrections)


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RavenTW
Sep 3, 2003, 05:02 PM
This is what happens when you become a major fan. Although you could have come up with something more original than that classic Transformers quote. This chapter wasn't as good as the other ones, but I bet the next part will make up for that.

Deathscythealpha
Sep 3, 2003, 05:13 PM
*was about to point to Bocs sig for inspiration for qoute, but notices hes changed his sig*

Darn you BOC!

Oh well, the first half of this chapter was just setting stuff up, now ive got time for the real fireworks to start.

BOC
Sep 3, 2003, 06:05 PM
lol, trust me to change my sig when u stick that quote in. its settled the quote is going back in my sig!

but jesus dude, you put me in as a cameo! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif thanks deathscythe its an honor to feature in such a dam cool fic!! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

excellent dude, can't wait for the next part - as always!!!! nothing better than barreling in there and letting lose all hell http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif.

PEACE!!!

Namevah
Sep 3, 2003, 06:38 PM
Another cool chapter. I found it interesting that you added New Ultimate to your cameos. Is a cameo of me in the future? Just kidding! Still a good story.



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SS_Death
Sep 5, 2003, 07:14 PM
Hello!

Sorry I've been out for a while, work really does swallow up your life if your not careful...by the way if you put me in a bunny suit I will have to kill you...Okis? http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wacko.gif:yes:

I have to agree about the Tranformers quote, have to comment that it remains my favorite film of all time. Try and get in the final line of Unicron's

"Destiny...you cannot...destroy...my...destiny!"

perfect line for the death throws of a certain dark force eh?

Well better be going, Deathscythe, when you finish this could you send me a copy? I would like to read it in full but its a pain trying to read them inbetween posts. That or you could put it on Fan Fiction.net and I can get a hold of it there.

Keep up the good work, perhaps I can give you a cameo in one of my works some time if you like?

Ok, best be going. Sleep calls...

SS_Death

DOG21313
Sep 5, 2003, 09:40 PM
http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif Another awesome chapter! I can't wait until the next fight scene! Hurry with the next chapter!

RavenTW
Sep 6, 2003, 07:23 AM
DEATH! It's good to see you again! And I...was just...sorta kidding about the bunny suit thing.

Deathscythealpha
Sep 6, 2003, 12:14 PM
On 2003-09-05 17:14, SS_Death wrote:

Well better be going, Deathscythe, when you finish this could you send me a copy? I would like to read it in full but its a pain trying to read them inbetween posts. That or you could put it on Fan Fiction.net and I can get a hold of it there.

Keep up the good work, perhaps I can give you a cameo in one of my works some time if you like?



Sure, ill send you a copy. I always make backups of my fics on my hardrive, and DH3 is currently up to page 40 in M$ Word, so it still may take some time to read.

And a cameo in someone else work would be cool.

SS_Death
Sep 6, 2003, 05:25 PM
Ello all!

Back again!

Nothing for a while and then two postsin two days?

I'm gonna try and check here each night from now in between everything else if I can.

Deathscythe, love to read it but don't worry about the length. I read 400 odd page books in a day. Entirely depend on your font sizes, lol!

Seriously can't wait to have a read, must discuss that cameo, only redone the first chapter and been a little busy this weekend but when I get a bit further I can Pm you.

Also, if Scion would be a welcome addition. The more characters with real personalities the better!

Ok, off again, just a flying visit. Good luck and keep writing!

Bye for now!

BOC
Sep 6, 2003, 06:26 PM
On 2003-09-05 17:14, SS_Death wrote:
Try and get in the final line of Unicron's

"Destiny...you cannot...destroy...my...destiny!"

perfect line for the death throws of a certain dark force eh?



ooooooooo, that would be so cool!!!

when can we expect the next part neways dude?? http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Sep 6, 2003, 08:50 PM
On 2003-09-06 15:25, SS_Death wrote:


Also, if Scion would be a welcome addition. The more characters with real personalities the better!




Wow, me? That's...awesome! I'd love it!

SS_Death
Sep 7, 2003, 04:45 PM
Glad to know you approve...yes, I'm here again. Last night of it, work in the week so don't expect my replies to be so frequent.

Will pm you all when it goes ahead, only on the second chapter atm so it may be a while, in the mean time chill

SS_Death

Deathscythealpha
Sep 7, 2003, 05:25 PM
As soon as they started their sprint the sky of Pioneer 2 was lit up with Photon light. The first few rows of Cultists heading towards them didnt stand a chance and fell almost instantly to the onslaught. The Cultists behind them saw what happened and hit the deck as a second volley of photon bullets headed their way.

Deuce was still leading the charge and shoulder barged the first Cultists to stand in their way. The Cultist was sent sprawling across the deck, but as Deuce went to hurdle his stricken body the cultist reached up and grabbed his legs, sending him crashing to the ground. As Deuce scrambled to get back up, the Cultist leapt on him brandishing a single photon dagger. Deuce grabbed the Cultists arm and stopped the Dagger going for his throat, but now he was pinned down. The two fought for the possession of the dagger, and Deuce was on the loosing side, but just as it looked like the Cultist was about to win Deuce rammed in Varista into the Cultists ribs and squeezed the trigger hard. He kicked the corpse off of him and took down another Cultist with a single shot to the head. As he got to his feet he saw that the rest of the CTF team were getting into small scuffles of their own.

Scion slashed at a fat Ramars belly with his Kamui and then thrust it into the Ramars chest. As soon as he had removed it from the body he was attacked again, this time by a Fomarl. She frantically jabbed at him with a saber, but Scion dodged every attack. He retaliated with a quick thrust of his own and managed to cut open the female forces arm. She screamed with pain, but managed to mutter some words at the same time and cast a foie blast right into Scions stomach, knocking him to the ground. She stood over the stricken Hucast and held the palm of her hand out towards him. It was at this point that Scion stabbed upwards and put his Kamui through her throat. She gurgled for a bit then died. Scion stood up, only to be attacked again. A Racast grabbed his head from behind and started to squeeze with his huge hands. Scion could feel his head panels buckling and starting to break, and his vision modes were starting to screw up. He could feel the final crush about to happen, then there was a metallic explosion.

When Scion had picked himself back up he saw the body of the Racast standing perfectly still above him, its head missing. Silhouette dislodged her Black King Bar from its ruined skull, then ran up to Scion.

"You ok?"

"Uh, nothing a couple of Trimates wont cure"

As Silhouette inspected his head, Scion caught site of another attacking Cultist, but before he could say anything Silhouette had already reacted, and brought the Black King Bar back into its chest with an unhealthy crunch.

"Seems i dont have to look out for you at all"


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The rest of this chapter should be posted tomorow, knock on wood.

(yet again more spelling corrections, im starting to get sloppy)


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BOC
Sep 7, 2003, 05:31 PM
mmmmmmmmmmm, action. boc like action!!!

good stuff deathscythe, very good stuff!

*knocks on wood*

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Sep 8, 2003, 07:03 AM
Not to far away, Hououza found himself in trouble. He was frantically fighting of loads of Cultists, but everytime he cut one down with his sword, another would attack. He had just cut an attacking Fonewm in two when the Child of Dark Falz attacked him. He couldnt tell what it had been, and its odd shape made it hard to tell what it was now, but one thing he did know was that it friggin hurt when it punched you in the stomach.

He lurched forward as all his pain receptors went wild, then felt more as The Child smashed down onto his back. Something reset itself and Hououza found himself chucked into standby mode. A couple of seconds past, then Hououza found himself switching back on. The first thing he saw was The Child leaning over him.

"The Masters, they remember you" the creature hissed into his face. It was holding him up by the arms and giving slight jerks on his joints, just to send a little pain running through his circuits. "They remember what you did to them, they remember everything. And now they want you dead"

Hououza still felt groggy from being in standby and was in no position to fight back. He looked around the area, desperately trying to find someone to help him. He could feel The Child slowly pulling harder on his arms. Then, just on the corner of his vision, he saw Galik.

"Galik! Help me!" he yelled, but the Humar seemed to be in a stunned state. There were bodies lying around him, and it was obvious that he had been fighting, but seeing Hououza like that seemed to stun him for some reason.

"Galik quick! Hes going to kill me!"

Thoughts were racing through Galiks mind. Twisted memories and self hatred. He still hadnt forgiven himself for his actions down on Ragol, for how New Ultimate and Ness had died and he had been unable to stop it happening. For how he attacked his own friends while being tricked by Rico. He blamed himself still for everything, thats what he had been doing down on Ragol, sitting there and hating himself.

Hououza yelled in agony, and Galik closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to block out everything.

"No not again!" he yelled out, then blindly charged towards The Child, his saber raised in the air for the attack. He brought it down on the things back and it roared in agony. It dropped Hououza and turned its attentions to Galik. It swung one of its large arms and punched Galik in the face. It repeated this action twice again, then grabbed him by the throat. Galik could feel the pressure building up, and the air being squeezed out of him. Just as his vision started to darken, he was suddenly released. He fell to the ground, then stared at The Child with astonishment. A sword had been thrust through it, and it grimly fingered the blade that was sticking through it own torso. The sword was then pulled out, then brought down on The Childs head. As it fell to the ground, Galik could see Hououza standing behind it.

"Thanks. That thing would have torn me apart" he said to Galik, but the Humar just looked away, trying to avoid the androids gaze.

BOC
Sep 8, 2003, 07:01 PM
question boc asks himself:ever feel like your repeating yourself??

Answer: only when i seem to be posting on dh3, i always seem to find myself praising his excellent work.

cool snippet there dude. http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

QuailTy (with a capital T) http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

PEACE!!!

SS_Death
Sep 9, 2003, 04:47 PM
That was absolutely brilliant!

I can't wait to read this in full, glad to see I'm still sticking swords in big nasty bits of the dark force as ever!

Keep going, must read...complete...work!

RavenTW
Sep 9, 2003, 09:14 PM
Ugh, who was left? Duece, me, Sil, Galik, Death (sorry, but you'll always be Death to me)...who else? Oh well, thanks for giving my fight first. This is action scenes at there finest.

SS_Death
Sep 10, 2003, 04:57 PM
Don't worry about it. Always happy to use my original name, it was the one I carried right the way through my time on the DC.

By the way I can't help noticing your sig each time, you know I found out I am a HUcast, Hildetorr and Olga Flow???

Looks like I'm up for the high jump when DeathScytheAlpha starts the next book (that is if its gonna be set in Eps2 this time...Hey DeathScytheAlpha how about it? The whole crew in Eps2?)

Deathscythealpha
Sep 10, 2003, 05:18 PM
On 2003-09-10 14:57, SS_Death wrote:

Looks like I'm up for the high jump when DeathScytheAlpha starts the next book (that is if its gonna be set in Eps2 this time...Hey DeathScytheAlpha how about it? The whole crew in Eps2?)



Im not sure whats going on with the continuation of the DH Saga to be honest. Ive had some ideas running about my head for awhile, lots of concepts and mock ups, and even a new character, but if it comes around, its going to be set about 30 years after DH3 ends. It could also be written as a totally new story. The thing is, i feel like continuing the saga once again could seem like flogging a dead horse. People tire of the same old same old and trying something different wouldnt hurt. SO currently, DH4 is standing in the middle of limbo, wondering if will ever see the lgiht of day from my head.

I was thinking maybe we could do another group fic set in the DH universe, but then i again, i remember how badly the DH Sidestory flopped. We will have to see what happens.

Also, you may not see another up date until after next week. I got my place at University and im going up there on Sunday! Im doing Games Design, all writing stories and designing characters and story boarding and stuff, which is cool. Im really hyped about following a carear ive always wanted to go into. In a couple of years time you dont know, you may be playing a D-Alpha made game.

I wont be updating this fic for many reasons over the next two weeks because A:Out Drinking with friends as a see you later thing thursday, friday and saturday. B:Leaving to travel all the way over the other sid eof the country sunday morning. C:Freshers week, dont really need to say much more then im going to be very drunk and ill end up writing jibberish. Ill try and post as soon as possible between being rushed off my feet and being drunk.

Bah, i rambled.

DOG21313
Sep 10, 2003, 05:24 PM
Also, you may not see another up date until after next week. I got my place at University and im going up there on Sunday! Im doing Games Design, all writing stories and designing characters and story boarding and stuff, which is cool. Im really hyped about following a carear ive always wanted to go into. In a couple of years time you dont know, you may be playing a D-Alpha made game.


Nice! Thats what I'm thinking about doing once I get older... It'll be pretty cool to be playing a game by you!

BOC
Sep 10, 2003, 07:18 PM
Im really hyped about following a carear ive always wanted to go into. In a couple of years time you dont know, you may be playing a D-Alpha made game.


fecking hey!!! i'll be keeping my eyes peeled for d-alpha made games alright. sounds like a really cool course, i had thought about applying for it myself, but i would leaving this damp little island, and then i realised that i dont know the first thing about designing games http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif.

good luck!!!

and i could do nothing but support the making of dh4 or another deathscythe master piece.

speaking of piece....

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Sep 19, 2003, 05:18 AM
Well, im at Uni now and guess what. No internet access in my halls of residence. NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Well, there will be in five weeks, but untill then im stuck using the Uni's computers. Hopefully i can update the fic at some point, but im not sure when.

Oh, and its wierd using Macs, the buttons just dont feel right.

BOC
Sep 20, 2003, 08:39 AM
*reads deathscythe's post*

.....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.......*breaths*....OOOOOOOO OOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

dam evil halls of death!!! dam evil macs of death!!!





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BOC
Oct 31, 2003, 03:08 PM
any new on when can expect the next part to be posted?

i really am startin to feel withdrawl.

*shivers and shakes*

ne....e..d do..... hucasts.......


P..E..a..C...E...!..!..!

Skett_Namevah
Oct 31, 2003, 08:04 PM
Nope. I havent even seen Deathscythealpha post in awhile. Kinda wish he would start posting his fic again, too.

Ness
Nov 1, 2003, 10:35 AM
I was metioned in there a few times! I'm still famous here!

Anyway...

Keep up the good work, dude.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 2, 2003, 10:39 AM
Sorry for the lack of posts guys, im still waiting for the net to be installed in my Halls of Residence. Hopefully it should be in on tuesday, but im not sure. Ive got the next update nearly ready, so fingers crossed by the end of the week we will have another update.

Im kinda annoyed with myself for not posting in awhile because ive missed alot of stuff (espicially the chance to post my Halloween Group Fic) and ive kinda mistreated DH3 with the lack of updates. So hopefully once ive gotten the internet i can finally finish off the Do Hucast Saga and get to work on my next fan fic.

BOC
Nov 5, 2003, 06:23 PM
thank the lord!

praise to the lord, and pass deuce the ammunition!

and trust me when i say that your magical touch was missed from the holloween group fic.

hopefully the christmas fic shall be better!

good to see that you still function deathscythe!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Nov 7, 2003, 11:47 AM
Uh, please dont advertise in other peoples fan fics, its not very polite.

*Oh, looks like Hikosaka must of removed the offending post (thanks Hikosaka), but ill still leave mine there to reminder others*

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BOC
Nov 7, 2003, 06:14 PM
yeah, advertising is soooo uncool.

this post was brought to you by by B.O.C. leading supplier of all your oxygen needs!

http://trfn.clpgh.org/tcvcog/images/images/B.O.C._GAS.JPG

sorry, couldn't resist http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

i'll take it out if u want deathscythe

PEACE!!!

and remember kids: B.O.C. gases!

Skett_Namevah
Nov 7, 2003, 07:29 PM
What are you? The president of BOC Gases? Or was that just a weird dicovery? Hey I see the moon outside. Remember: say no to spam.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 8, 2003, 09:30 AM
Deuce and the CTF Team regrouped and tried to hold their ground, but even with BOC and the Resistance giving them back up, they were still heavily outnumbered, and the Principals tower wasn't getting any closer.

"There's way to many of them!" shouted Silhouette as she deflected another attack and then knocked out the teeth of a Cultist.

"You think I cant see that?!" yelled Deuce, who had just slammed the butt of his varista into something's face. "Were just going to have to keep fighting, we cant let Cinos and Rico kill everyone here"

The group continued their fight, very slowly inching their way towards the Tower, but they were still to slow and there was still to many Cultists. They were starting to acquire injuries too, and Deuce knew that at any moment one of them would fall and they would be swarmed. He gritted his teeth and tried to get those thoughts out of his head, but the harder he tried to ignore them, the more he thought of them. Something slashed at his face and cut his cheek open, and he felt the blood slowly trickle down his face.

"I cant fail!"

A sudden burst of adrenaline rushed through his blood stream and he charged forwards, smashing the Cultists and children out of the way. He was like and man possessed, his mission was the only thing that was keeping him going now. He slammed into a big Child of Dark Falz and attempted to drop it with a well placed elbow drop. Only problem was it was so well placed, and the Child just batted him off like an insect. It bore down on him and raised a foot, ready to trample him into the deck. Deuce tried to raise his Varista, but knew he would never be able to make the shot in time. He was done for, his mission would end here.

"You cant die Deuce, you have to stop Dark Falz!". Deuce heard Lucy's voice in his ears, and for a second he felt like time had stopped, the whole world being covered in a blue haze. He looked up at the Child standing above him, its foot frozen in its stomping position. He could feel Lucy's longing for Dark Falz' destruction and he could tell that she would keep him alive as long as she needed him to do that job. Time slowly started to return to normal, and everything looked like it was moving trough syrup. The Child returned to dropping his foot, but all of a sudden it was knocked back in a hail of gunfire. Deuce looked back, and he could see the whole of the Resistance charging his way, weapons blazing. The Cultists started to panic and fall to the onslaught. As Deuce pulled himself back up, a familiar black Racast approached him.

"I thought I said that you lot shouldnt risk your lives over us BOC"

"You did, but another voice told me Dark Falz must be destroyed". Deuce grinned to himself, maybe Lucy had been speaking to others except him.

"Thanks again BOC"

"Dont worry about it, just take your team and get moving"

Deuce nodded at the Racast and let him continue his fight. The rest of the CTF Team had managed to catch up with him and were ready to move out.

"Come on, the longer we wait here, the harder it will be to get to Rico and Cinos" and with that they started their assault on the Tower.


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Finally, after nearly 3 months away, ive updated this fan fic. It may not be as greater update as people expected, but hopefully it will get better.

Oh, and does anyone know how to stop symbols turning into questions marks when you copy and paste from a Microsoft Word Document into this forum? Its a bit of a pain taking out all of those question marks when im updating.

And 'BOC Gases', absolutely brilliant.

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BOC
Nov 8, 2003, 11:37 AM
excellent work as usual dude!

its like a fresh shot of do hucasty goodness straight to my veins *shudders*. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. that should take care of the withdrawl for a while. http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif

and shock! another cameo by yours truly! im honored! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

dunno about those quetion marks. if you type it up in notepad instead of word it should solve ur problem. i think.

keep up the good work!!!

and remember! after a hard days ficcin, get refreshed with super bock beer!

http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=tbn:9Nbp9rGehTIC:www.carlsberg.com
last time i promise http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif
PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Nov 8, 2003, 11:11 PM
Bock? What's next, Bach? Oh well, good use of pain and humor DSA.

btw BOC, it's "WE'VE got better things to do tonight than die." And aren't there any better Transformers: the Movie quotes?

BOC
Nov 9, 2003, 09:20 AM
yes, there are many more cool quotes, and yes its that one is WE.

but i like it the way it is http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_razz.gif

PEACE!!!

Skett
Nov 9, 2003, 03:04 PM
First BOC gases, now super bock beer? Where do you find this stuff?

Anyways, even a little short, the chapter was still good but now you have filled the urge to keep reading. Continue please!

Yosh

SS_Death
Nov 11, 2003, 05:19 PM
Hello ^_^ me again!

DCA, glad to see an update. Not been around for a while so I'm glad I didn't miss anything. Look forwards to seeing more when it arrives!

Next onto the TFTM quotes, as far as I remember Springer did say "I've got better things to do tonight than die however" but I'm not 100%

(PS. Sorry for the off topic here)

"Destiny...You cannot...destroy...my...desitny"

Finally DCA, about word. The question marks occur when Word inserts smart quotes or an elipses instead of a ...

To stop it from happening turn of auto correct as you type and tell it not to convert normal quotes to smart quotes. That should hopefully fix it, I ran into that before and for a while I used notepad to replace the invalid characters.

Ok, bye for now.

Good luck with the next chapter,

SS_Death aka Hououza

RavenTW
Nov 12, 2003, 06:20 PM
Of course, Unicron's dying words have nothing against:

"Ba weep granna weep ninnebaam?"

Deathscythealpha
Nov 15, 2003, 08:12 AM
Chapter 16: Guilty Party

Deuce was surprised to find so little Resistance in the Principals Tower. The first group of Cultists they had run into had fallen quite easily, and after that they only ran into a couple of sentries who seemed to be patrolling.

"Why doesnt this feel right?" asked Hououza as he stepped over the body of the last guard they took out. "This place should be packed with Cultists all wanting to rip are throats out. Where the hell are they?"

"You should be glad that there is no Cultists about, we almost got a pasting trying to get in here, if we were swarmed inside here we would be screwed" replied Scion.

"Yeah, we should be feeling rather lucky to have had it so easy inside here, it could be a lot worse" added Deuce, and with that fateful line it got worse. The lights along the corridors started to shine red and klaxons started to sound out. There was a loud rumbling sound and a bulkhead suddenly shot up from the ground beneath Deuce's feet. It was only for Galik's quick thinking that Deuce wasnt crushed. He leapt at him and shoulder barged him out of the way of the sliding bulkhead. The bulkhead locked in to place on the ceiling with a clang and the CTF Team was split in two, Deuce and Galik on one side, Hououza, Scion and Silhouette on the other.

"Great, this is just perfect" said Deuce as he tried to find a way to open the door. "Someone must have set off a fire alarm or something, this bulkhead looks like it was designed to stop a fire spreading" he gave up trying to find a catch and stood closer to the door.

"HEY! Can you lot hear me?" he shouted. There was some scuffling on the other side of the door, then a muffled reply.

"Sort of" yelled Hououza.

"Well listen to this, me and Galik we carry along this way, you three try and find another route and hopefully we will catch up"

"Ok, and if what if we get to Rico and Cinos first?"

"Just hope that you can take them out"

Deuce left it at that and continued down the corridors, Galik in tow. The Humar didnt seem to happy about the predicament, and was acting nervously.

"Galik, whats wrong?"

"We've been separated from the rest of the group while being deep inside a Cultist run building, what the hell do you think is wrong!?"

Deuce turned sharply and gave Galik the most evil look he could muster.

"Dont play me for a fool, ive seen the way you've been sulking about whats going on, I saw you with Hououza when you freaked out. What the hell is going on with you?"

At this point Galik broke down. He fell to his knees and hung his head.

"I dont want to let everyone down again! Last time Falz attacked I wasnt able to stop New Ultimate and Ness being killed, I was weak enough to be tricked into attacking my friends and I juts dont want to do want the same thing to happen"

Deuce closed his eyes and sighed. He never really thought about what had happened to the others emotionally after the Dark Falz incident, it never came to his mind that anyone would be left in a state like this.

"Galik, it was no ones fault that New Ultimate and Ness died, especially not yours. And I expect that Rico chose you to be the one to attack us not because you were weak, but because you were strong. And I have to say this, there is no one else I rather have stuck here with me then you, I need you to back me up and help me and the rest of Pioneer 2 to get through this. We will stop Rico and Cinos"

Galik looked up at Deuce and could see that he meant what he said.

"Ok Deuce, I will help you, we will all get through this"

"Thats more like it, now come on"

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Woo! Another update, hopefully soon i will be back up to speed with this thing.

BOC
Nov 15, 2003, 09:25 AM
gotta love those "its quiet....too quiet" moments!

keep it up!

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Nov 15, 2003, 04:57 PM
Yeah, all that the Androids and Humans are by themselves, this should make things much more interesting! Thanks for the update DSA, we needed it!

SS_Death
Nov 16, 2003, 05:21 PM
Nice one DCA! Glad to see an update, only problem is that here there aren't any alerts...do you think the moderators could set up?

Worried that we've been split up, hope we can make it through this one...

PS. A big hurrah for RavenTW! You just had to bring out the universdal greeting didn't you? Very nice!

Skett
Nov 16, 2003, 07:41 PM
Cool chapter. Glad to see you are back into your fic, as well. And if New Ultimate was still here, I'm sure he would be happy to be in your story.

Yosh...


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RavenTW
Nov 16, 2003, 08:30 PM
Yeah, too bad New didn't work more in DH2. Would have been better.

The Universal Greeting is absolutely neccesary when quoting Transformers. Ah, heck, I'm putting that in my title. I don't care about a Wren av anymore.

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Deathscythealpha
Nov 17, 2003, 09:17 AM
Wow, lots of feedback today. Hopefully the next section will be up tomorrow or maybe wednesday, im playing around with how i want the next section to go but im also waiting on seeing how the internet works at my Halls of Residence. I have a funny feeling that the whole network will blow up because of the shoddy company who made it (see Rants for more of my Halls of Residence moaning).

And we need a classic Megatron and Unicron qoute to go with all the others.

Megatron: "No one summons me!"

Unicron: "Well it please's me to be the first"

Or something like that.

SS_Death
Nov 17, 2003, 05:59 PM
Hello again ^_^

You know at this rate we may need to start a TFTM thread in off topic just to hold all these quotes!

Now which one shall I use...how about...

Optimus Prime, after defeating all the Decepticons leading up to Megatron entering through a runined wall with 'The Touch' playing in the background

"One shall stand and one shall fall"

"Why throw away your life so recklessly?"

"Thats a question you should be asking yourself"

"No...I'll rip out your optics"

Ok...enough of that. DCA, good luck with the next chapter and I look forwards to reading it!

Seriously though if someone does start a TFTM thread in off topic someone PM me, please!

RavenTW
Nov 17, 2003, 06:29 PM
Remind me of that, Death.

What are you doing here, DSA? You should be working on DH2! j/k man, we can wait.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 21, 2003, 01:18 PM
Meanwhile on the other side of the bulkhead, the androids had finally found out where all the Cultists had been.

"Where the hell did they come from?!"

"They must have been waiting for the siren to go!"

"I wish i had kept my damned mouth shut"

A horde of Cultists piled down the corridor and headed straight for the group, and were met by the end of the androids weapons. The first wave fell pretty easily, but the second group had seen what was awaiting them up ahead and changed their tactics. Several drew guns and laid down some covering fire for their melee weapon carrying brethren. Hououza held up his left arm and stopped the first couple of photon bullets with his shield, the bullets making a soft hissing noise as they struck the photon energy. Scion and Silhouette took out some of the melee cultists, but as soon as they were killed more were sent down the corridor.

"We cant just make a stand here, theres way to many of them" yelled Scion.

"Well what do you suggest we do? We cant just rush them"

Scion repelled a couple of blows from a cultist and tried to get a good look of the area. A photon blade flew passed the side of his head, but a quick jabbing strike took care of its owner.

"There! A door, we only need to make it halfway up this corridor and we should be able to make a run for it"

"What if its a dead end?" asked Hououza who was still taking the strain of stopping the bullets. His shield was weakening and he was being forced to pump some of his own internal power into it to kepp it up.

"Were going to have to take that risk" he replied.

Scion charged forward, followed by Silhouette and Hououza. Several Cultists attempted to stop them, but they were beaten down by a flurry of blows from the groups weapons. Scion reached the door first and held off the attacking Cultists to give the other two enough time to get through. As they passed through the door he finished off the Cultist he was fighting with a quick jab to the chest and kicked its corpse back into the other Cultists. As he got through the door it hissed shut and a quick swipe with his sword destroyed the control panel.

"Well that was lucky" said Hououza as he swung his weapon over his shoulder. "Weve actually made it to a transporter room, we should be able to get to the Principals Office alot quicker from here" There was several thuds from the door and several dents started to appear. "And i think we should try to get there very soon"

The three of them all stepped on the transporter, and Hououza checked the destination panel. It seemed o have the correct destination inputted into it and he pressed the engage button. The transporter glowed for a second, then the three found themselves at the set destination.

"Oh shit" said Hououza.


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When i said wednesday, i meant the wednesday thats actually friday. Sorry about that, had an assignment to b done, and i was also distracted by this web animation series: http://www.collegeuniv.com/html/index.php

Worth cheacking out purely for the drunk Optimus Prime in the fifth episode.

BOC
Nov 21, 2003, 07:27 PM
QuailTy (with a capital T) as always dude!!!

wonder where they ended up?

PEACE!!!

B.O.C.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 22, 2003, 01:22 PM
In another part of the Tower Deuce and Galik were making discoveries of their own. They had already got up several floors of the large tower and now found they had to pass through one of the big boardrooms to carry on their journey. Or what was supposed to be a boardroom anyway.

The chairs that were normally wedged under the table had all been flung into a corner. The table was covered in machinery that was spewing out charts and in the far corner of the room a large tube sat on a pedestal. Deuce rubbed the condensation off the outside of the tube and peered inside.

And recognised the naked figure inside.

Just as he jerked back a set of door on the other side of the room flung open and a very flustered fonewm walked in, carry a briefcase full of papers. Again Deuce recognised who it was. He pulled his Varista and aimed it at the force.

"Montague you bastard! I knew i would bump into you at some point"

Dr Montague swallowed hard, then went for his own weapon. There was the buzz of Photon energy flying through the air and the force was left with a bleeding hole in the side of his arm. As the force clenched his wound he grinned.

"I kinda guessed you would eventually find me aswell, i was hoping to be off this wretched ship first though. Had fun searching for something that didnt need to be found?"

"You set me up, you wanted me running around, chasing after a fictional enemy to keep me away from all this. I dont know why i havent shot you down where you stand"

"Because you want to know whats up with that tube"

Deuce stared at Montague from behind the barrel of his gun, but didnt pull the trigger. He knew himself that he wasnt going to shoot him yet, and so did Montague. The force made his way over to the table and produced a box, the box Deuce had been looking for.

"The box i sent you looking for was originally stolen from me, that part was true. What it contained was a half truth. Yes, it was part of an experiment me and my team had been working on, but it wasnt medicine. It was the head of Kireek, Dark Falz' first true child"

Deuce looked over at the tube again. He had remembered that face for five years, he remembered the way it had stared at him as it was about to end his life.

"So you cloned Kireek"

"No, not cloned, regrew. You saw back in my other lab my first test subject, Shrike? I believe you thought you had killed her five years ago aswell. She was regrown in the same way. Lord Falz had bestowed upon Kireek the ability to self heal, something he was very slowly doing. His corpse had been delivered to me five years ago for an autopsy and i first felt the power of Dark Falz. I destroyed what was left of Kireeks torso so not to rouse suspicion and kept the head. I extracted some of his genes and pumped them into Shrike to try and find away to heal Kireek faster. A mixture of different chemicals and blood from the ruins creatures seemed to work and i had fully regrown shrike. I moved on to Kireek next, but instead of regrowing him as he was, i tried to improve upon him. In three days he will be the strongest Child of Dark Falz in existence!"

"Not if i destroy him first" Deuce quickly pointed his gun away from Montague and towards the glass cylinder. He pulled the trigger and watched in horror as the bullets dissipated on a force field surrounding the capsule. He went to turn back to Montague but as he turned a box smashed him in the face. Galik rushed over to try and help Deuce, but a ball of fire smashed into him and sent him flying backwards against the far wall. Deuce started to lift himself off the floor when he saw the capsule suddenly teleported from the ship. He tried to grab his Varista, but he couldnt find it anywhere. Then a gun was poked in-between his shoulder blades.

"Hes gone down to Ragol now, to somewhere no one will ever find him till its too late"

"You barstard Montague"

"Hmmph, like a care what you say about me. Soon i will be off of this deathtrap and down on Ragol, enjoying the position of Great Lord that Lord Dark Falz has bestowed upon me. You and the rest of your wretched kind will be killed when this ship crashes into the planet."

Montague poked the gun into Deuces back again, then clicked it into firing position.

"Im going to enjoy doing this again"

There was a rumble and the whole ship began to shake. Monatgue stumbled back, then started to look round in shock.

"No, the fool has started it already. What does he think hes doing!"

No one bothered to answer his question, but Deuce did punch him in the face. As the force was thrown back, Deuce grabbed for the gun. The two fought for the weapon, it being thrown this way and that. Deuce had an advantage at not being wounded, but Montague was still putting up quite a struggle. The force tried to push the barrel back towards Deuce, and was somehow winning. Deuce could see the barrel pointing near his head and grit his teeth in a final effort to push back at the force. Then there was a shot.

Montague fell to his knees and coughed up blood on Deuces feet. Behind him Galik was holding a Varista.

"I wasnt going to let anyone else die"

Galik passed Deuce back his weapon and Deuce put it against the fallen Montague head. Through bloody teeth Montague grinned and pressed a control pad on the desk. Suddenly the whole room was filled with music. Beethovens 9th Symphony.

"A beautiful piece of music to die to. And it wont just be for me, it will be for the rest of Pioneer 2. In about forty five minutes this ship will plough into the surface of Ragol and kill all on board"

"I thought Cinos and Rico were only going to destroy the surrounding ships?"

"But your attack on the tower made them change their plans. I hope you feel happy that youve doomed this ship and everyone on board" Montague started to laugh a manic, insane laugh that echoed about the room. Deuce cut him short with a photon bullet to the brain. And just in case he still lived, he repeatedly shot at the corpse.

"I think hes dead Deuce" said Galik, "And we will be too if we dont get to the Principals Office in time, weve got to stop this ship crashing"

Deuce shot the body one more time then turned to leave the room with Galik. This was it now, everyone was counting on them to stop Cinos and Rico's plan. If they failed, everyone was dead. But they werent going to fail.

The music played on.

BOC
Nov 22, 2003, 04:26 PM
people are dying....

the streets are running red with blood.....

evil lurks around every corner...

darkness is closing in....

an old and deadly foe brought back from the pits of hell.....

the ship will crash in 45 minutes.....

....the fate of us all now rests in the hands of deuce and galik....

........OKAY EVERYBODY OUTA MY WAY, I GOT FIRST DIBS ON THE ESCAPE POD!

excellent stuff deathscythe, i always knew that old monty was an evil bastard! bout time somebody shot him to shit!

now go forth and save the flipping day!!

PEACE!!!

Skett
Nov 22, 2003, 05:46 PM
Great chapter. Regrow Kireek. Traiter in Montigue. Pioneer II crashing into Rogal. This small chapter held big surprises.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 26, 2003, 06:50 AM
Chapter 17: Revelation of Doom

The three androids had teleported straight into the Principals Office and into a scene that they preferred they hadnt. Everyone in the room was dead, and by the way their blood had been sprayed all across the walls and floor it looked like it hadnt been an easy one. In the centre of the room, surrounded by the desks was the corpse of the principal, and standing over it was the sobbing figure of Cinos and Rico.

"Father..."

"He had to die, he was refusing to give us the information we needed"

"But he was my father! I didnt want him to die!"

"Its for the greater good of our cause. If he was still alive he would be able to stop all of this. Anyway, he was just a mere human"

Now if it wasnt strange enough that one person was talking to itself in two different voices, this person now attempted to strangle itself. It coughed and croaked on the floor until one of its hands restrained the other.

"Calm down Rico! Dont ruin this now!"

It was at this point that Cinos and Rico noticed the shocked androids watching the scene.

"Ah, so you finally made it, comrades" said Cinos in a very slimy tone. "Have you come to witness the destruction of this ship from the best seats in the house?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Scion, who was also drawing his weapon at the same time.

"Well, in about forty-five minutes from now, Pioneer 2 will crash into the surface of Ragol, destroying all you non-followers along with it" replied Rico.

"What! Your mad! We will stop you!" yelled Hououza, who couldnt believe what he was hearing. Cinos and Rico looked him up and down carefully then laughed.

"Ah Death, nice to see you again. You may have changed your appearance, but we can still tell its you. We still have to repay you for three years ago"

Hououza drew his blade and got into a defensive stance. Cinos and Rico threw open there cloak to reveal two saber hilts. In one quick fluid movement they had drawn them and were now holding two pallasch's.

"Come on then, attack me!" they beckoned. Hououza granted their wish, and with a loud battle cry charged the figure. Their blades clashed and for a second the air was a flurry of photon energy. Then as soon as it had started it had ended, and Hououza was sent crashing to the ground with a large slash running along his torso. H lay on the ground and the wound sparked.

"Barstard!" yelled Scion and both he and Silhouette charged Cinos and Rico at once. This time Cinos and Rico found it more pushed to keep up, but they were still blocking every attack. Scion backed up for a second then leapt at the figure, his blade glinting in the air as he came down. With terrifying speed Cinos and Rico dropped the Pallasch they were holding in their right hand and outstretched their arm. As the blade came down they caught it in the outstretched hand. Everyone stopped for a couple of seconds as the watched in astonishment. A slight trickle of purple blood ran down Cinos and Rico's arm and they smiled maniacally. Then with a quick twist of the wrist they snapped the kamui in two and flung the broken shard down into the Hucasts thigh, forcing the android to fall to the ground. Silhouette watched in horror as her partner fell. This left her open to a counter attack and before she knew it Cinos and Rico had already grabbed her by the throat, then with great ease flung her across the room into a control panel that exploded in a shower of sparks almost instantly. Nearly as soon as it had started it was over.

Cinos and Rico strolled over to where Hououza lay and hefted his body up into the air. They shook the body for a couple of seconds until Hououza finally came back online.

"Wake up, we dont want you to miss this"

Holding Hououza by the throat they grabbed at his right arm and pulled it of with great ease. Hououza roared in agony as piston fluid, oil and sparks showered out across the ground. Cinos and Rico grinned and threw the limb away.

"It really did hurt three years ago, having your body destroyed. Now im going to pull yours apart limb by limb" said Rico and went to grab at the other arm. As their hand went to clasp around Hououza other wrist a photon blast struck their shoulder, sending them flying backwards onto the ground and dropping Hououza. At the doorway to the office stood Deuce and Galik, Deuce's Varista raised in the air.

Ness
Nov 26, 2003, 09:21 AM
Alright! It's getting good now.

Skett
Nov 26, 2003, 09:29 AM
Ditto that, Ness



This post has been rated M for More!

RavenTW
Nov 26, 2003, 10:29 AM
DSA, you better have a backup weapon for Scion. He doesn't do too well with a katana hilt. And I liked Montague, he was the only cool NPC that didn't have a hidden agenda (other than Eleanor, of course).

Can't wait for the rest!

BOC
Nov 26, 2003, 02:41 PM
at the risk of sounding like a bad porn star:

more.....MORE....MORE......MORE!!!!!!

things are set for the rumble of the decade!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Nov 27, 2003, 11:05 AM
"Heh, i knew you would eventually get here Deuce, now we can have a proper reunion. All the members of the old CTF in one room once again" said Cinos as he picked himself off the ground, his shoulder blade smoking slightly.

"Cut the shit Cinos, im here to finish this now" growled Deuce.

"No heroic banter Deuce? I thought thats the way dramatic final conflicts were meant to go. Im suposed to go on about how i enjoy destroying stuff, your meant to waffle on about the virtues of good, then we fight. Why break tradition"

"Because tradition is way to cliched" and with that Deuce ran at Cinos and Rico, shooting wildly with his Varista. Cinos and Rico blocked every shot, then swung madly with their pallaschs as Deuce got close. He ducked and the blades whirred over his head, then he landed a punch straight on Cinos and Ricos jaw. He managed to get a couple more punches in as they stumbled back, but Cinos and Rico were quick to retaliate and a quick kick to Deuce's chest sent him rolling across the floor. As he moved to get up Cinos and Rico were already upon him, their blades screeching through the air. There was a clang and the pallasch's stopped against Galiks calibre. Galik was then quick enough to bring his hilt up and smash Cinos and Rico in the face sending them sprawling across the floor.

"Thanks Galik, but i think i can handle this from here on, you go check on Hououza, Scion and Silhouette" Galik nodded and ran across the room where the androids were laying wounded.

Cinos and Rico picked themselves up again, there mouth all bloody where the hilt had smashed into them.

"Nice to see you want to fight your own battle's Deuce, but maybe you should have kept that back up"

"Ive lost count of how many Cultists ive killed in the last couple of days, i can easily take you out" and with that he grabbed for the hilt that was still attached to his belt and the brand flashed into life.

Meanwhile Galik ha made his way over to Hououza, who was lying in a puddle of his own oil.

"Hey, Hououza, come on answer me"

Hououza slowly turned his head to face Galik.

"Man, cant you let me rest for a couple more minutes"

"Heh, least your sense of humour is still working. Do you think you can get up?"

"My systems are currently in self repair mode, ill probably be able to get up in about four and a half minutes, but im not sure if ill be able to fight much"

"Dont worry, i think Deuce will be ending this fight himself"

The photon blades crashed against each other again and again as they fought, blue and red sparks cascading across the ground. Deuce still wasnt an amazing swordsman, but his will was strong enough to keep him alive in this fight. Their blades locked again, then Cinos and Rico broke away, flipping backwards through the air. Then they broke into a charge, heading straight for Deuce. Deuce flipped his Varista out again and with a well placed shot caught Cinos and Rico in the leg, sending them stumbling forward. As they stumbled past him, he went to slash downwards with his brand, but Cinos and Rico still managed to block it, then kick out Deuces legs as they hit the ground. Cinos an Rico wasted no time, as Deuce hit the ground they were straight upon him, trying to choke him with the hilt of one of their pallasch's. But Deuce grabbed the back of their head and pulled forward, headbutting them and making them drop off of him. He then rolled over and stood back up, waiting to receive another attack.

RavenTW
Nov 27, 2003, 02:49 PM
On 2003-11-27 08:05, Deathscythealpha wrote:
"Because tradition is way too cliched"


Isn't it though?

Very good read. No offense, but please try to finish this soon, as I'm gonna be grounded come Monday, and I want to see the end before PSOW closes on me until Christmas.

BOC
Nov 27, 2003, 03:26 PM
little known fact, in DH3 the directors cut, theres an extra paragraph where cinos/rico begins to rave on about how great evil is, then he/she/it breaks into song and starts singing about evil with several cultists preforming a tap dance while he does.

que deuce and his upbeat tune about one man and his varista.

the two then break into a duet of 'why can't we be friends'.

no really, its true!

but deathscythe decided against it as cinos/rico is tone deaf and budget constraints. so replaced it with a rip-roaring fight to the death!!!

but look out for that deleted scene in DH3: special edition.

(shut up boc, your talking crap again!)

keep up the good work dude, this has really got me on the edge of my seat!

PEACE!!!

Ness
Nov 27, 2003, 03:46 PM
That was one of the best fight scenes I have ever read.

Deathscythealpha
Nov 27, 2003, 08:22 PM
Galik had moved Hououza into a safe position, and was now going after Scion. He found the android trying to remove the shard of metal from his thigh, but he was having no luck with it.

"Least your in better shape then Hououza" he said as he got to him.

"Yeah, but i cant walk properly like this, the blade has damaged one of my motors"

"Any chance of it repairing itself?"

"About as much chance of me turning into a rag rappy. Its going to need a total refit. Im also weaponless now"

"Dont worry about, i dont think we will be fighting for much longer anyway. Wheres Silhouette?"

Scion's eyes grew brighter in realisation. He tried to move, but stumbled from his injury. Galik went over to him and heft one arm over his shoulder.

"Quick, i think he chucked her over here!"

The two moved as fast as they could. They managed to get over to the remains of the console to see a limp hand resting on the ground.

"Silhouette?" asked Scion, his tone low. He forced himself off of Galik and crawled over to her body, which was wedged in the wreckage. She wasnt moving.

"Silhouette? Are you ok, answer me"

"I think she's gone Scion, im sorry"

"No. She cant have. I came back for her!"

"Come on, we dont want Cinos and Rico to notice us here"

"Im not leaving her"

Galik rested his hand on Scion's metal shoulder. He knew it must be terrible for him. Then, suddenly, there was a twitch from the hand. Silhouette sighed, then opened her eyes slowly.

"Scion?"

"Silhouette!" Scion said with joy and flung his arms around her. "I thought i had lost you"

"No, she told me i had to come back, that we still have a job to do"

"Who?"

"A girl. She said her name was Lucy"

Deuce was starting to tire. His attacks were doing nothing to stop Cinos and Rico, and they just kept attacking. He charged again in yet another futile effort and held his brand up high. He started to look like he was going in for a frontal attack, but side-stepped at the last minute, attacking Cinos and Rico's side. He struck home this time and Cinos and Rico roared in pain, swung a hand round and caught him right in the face. He hit the ground, and was dazed for a couple of seconds. Within this time Cinos and Rico had already hefted him up in the air and were starting to crush the life out of his body.

"You did well Deuce, but you were destined to loose, nothing can stop us now" said Rico, taunting him. Deuce stared at them, the face of his former comrade and the voice of something that was almost pure evil now.

"Why you doing this Cinos"

"I told you before, i dont need a reason. Im doing this because i want to"

"But i thought you wanted to be able to protect everyone? Killing me and the rest of the CTF Team is not protecting us. Your doing what you didnt want others to do! Dark Falz lied to you!"

Something clicked in Cinos. His face contorted and winced as he listened to those words, and realised that they were all true. He dropped Deuce and held his head in pain.

"He lied! He lied, he lied, he lied!" he yelled. He then fell to the ground and bent over double.

Galik and Silhouette helped Scion over to where Deuce was no standing and were then joined by Hououza who was cradling his wounds. They watched Cinos as he spasmed on the floor.

"What the hell is happening to him?" asked Galik.

"Im not sure. I dont think Rico likes the realisation hes come to"

Cinos continued to spasm, then his body appeared to grow, bulging slightly. Then with a gross slurping noise the growth split itself away, then with more slurping, formed itself into the shape of Rico. The huntress yawned and stretched. Then looked down at where Cinos was still crouched.

"Deuce" said Cinos in a weak voice, "Im free of them, and im sorry" he then jerked forward as a pallasch was rammed through his back.

"Yes, you're free and no longer needed" said Rico uncaringly.

"Cinos!" yelled Deuce.



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RavenTW
Nov 27, 2003, 08:41 PM
Nice, though it seemed a little rushed. I almost thought you were bringing Sapphire back for a moment (or at least reffering to her), since Sil and Sapphire are technically the same person...

Oh well, I can dream, can't I?

Deathscythealpha
Nov 28, 2003, 05:31 AM
[quote]
On 2003-11-27 17:41, RavenTW wrote:
Nice, though it seemed a little rushed.
[/qoute]

I kinda ran down some of my creativity with the last fight scene, and i felt i neeed to extend more of the sotry rather thenhave Deuce continue battling. Im going to re go over that section now though, see if there is anything i can tweak (ive already sorted out one spelling slip up) and at least get it up to standards.

Hopefully this fic will be finished in the next two weeks. Everything is really coming to a conclusion now, i just have to tie everything off that i wanted to do. Hopefully there will be one or two more surprises left for everyone.

And i cant believe ive been working on this for nearly a year now, and how everyone still follows it! Hopefully my next fic wont take so long the write, but still have such a good following.

BOC
Nov 29, 2003, 06:52 PM
On 2003-11-28 02:31, Deathscythealpha wrote:

And i cant believe ive been working on this for nearly a year now, and how everyone still follows it! Hopefully my next fic wont take so long the write, but still have such a good following.



if you write it, we will read it!

good work dude,

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Dec 1, 2003, 03:20 PM
Rico smiled to herself and whipped the cloak tight around her, it had been the only piece of clothing she had got from Cinos when they split so it was being used to cover up alot.

"The fool doesnt know what he's given up"

"Why did you kill him? Why?!" Deuce said, pointing the varista at Rico. Rico simply shook her head.

"You still dont get it Deuce. All these years fighting us, trying to stop us Cultists and you still havent caught on. We kill because we want to. We have gained a great power from Dark Falz and we do what we want with it. So i did what i wanted and killed my now useless host. Thankfully i had already become strong enough to produce myself another body, and quite a nice one at that"

Deuce swore and charged Rico with his brand. She easily parried all his swings then elbowed him in the face, sending him stumbling back.

"Theres no point Deuce, im stronger then you could ever imagine. I have surpassed Dark Falz himself, i have become a god!"

Then there was laughing. A long mocking laugh, one that echoed around the room and bombarded everyone. A mocking laugh that both mocked and came from Rico.

"Your such a fool Rico, no one could ever surpass my power"

Deuce recognised the voice, it was the one that always seemed to turn up during one of Cinos and Rico's speech patterns, the interloper of noise. And now the voice was filling him with pure fear. The voice belonged to none other then Dark Falz.

"No, your dead, destroyed, i have your power now" said Rico, feeling at her throat in disbelief.

"Hah, like when you were supposed to have been destroyed but just lived in Cinos body? Im a symbiote living off a symbiote"

"Well if its like me and Cinos, leave me then, seperate yourself and go, i am in charge now!"

"I dont think so. I still need your body to make my own, and you very far from being in charge, everything you have done has benefited me i some way, and as soon as this ship crashes into the planet, all the souls of those on board will be mine"

"No, they will be my followers! You cant kill them all"

"But Rico, why would a corpse need followers?"

Rico gagged, then fell to the ground, convulsing and spasming like Cinos had done before her. The bulging started like before, but this time, instead of separating from the body, it began to cover it. A shiny purple skin started to form, with lines of hat looked like neon lights rolling along it. Rico screamed for a brief second before she was fully taken over, and now the CTF Team was left alone with a newly reformed Dark Falz.

"If i can steal your line Hououza," said Scion, "Oh Shit"


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Well, coming onto the home stretch now pnly two chapters left if im guessing right. I didnt get around to changing the last section that felt rushed as i felt that padding it out much more would make it last to long.

SS_Death
Dec 1, 2003, 06:27 PM
Ow!

Well that hurt somewhat, having my arm ripped off...I feel horrific revenge coming on!

Come on! Let me at him! I must avenge myself on the giant purple lord of slime!

*Eyes begin to blaze red*

Nice chapter by the way DCA, sorry I haven't been around for a bit, work getting in the way.

Also finally decided tyo finish what I started, two bosses left...Ult Dark Falz and Ult Olga Flow...that and 95 more levels and I can retire...ho hum...

PS. Kick some butt for me!

Skett
Dec 1, 2003, 08:45 PM
Still a good chapter. While I do enjoy this story, I can't wait until its over so I can read some new material.

Only two chapters left? Lets not leave any plot holes open now...


This post is rated N for No plotholes!

RavenTW
Dec 2, 2003, 07:34 AM
To quote Mel Gibson, "I cursed."

Really nice chapter DCA. That's gotta suck, mocking yourself like that. Poor Rico.

BOC
Dec 2, 2003, 02:55 PM
i've heard of people splitting up before, but this takes the biccie!!

ok, so who gets the house and car? or more like the ruins and the ship? and who gets custody of the children (of falz)? personally id ship them off to boarding school....

am i babbling again? yes i think i am.

only two chapters left?? if the last one is anything to go by it'll be toe-tapping, rib-tickling, eyeball-scorching fun!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Dec 6, 2003, 03:34 PM
Chapter 18: Final Destruction

Dark Falz finished reforming and stood up fully. He look like a large Delsaber, but without the Brand and Shield combination for hands. Instead he had almost normal looking hands, except they seemed to be hollow and missing two fingers.

"Ah, its good to be in a single body again, you dont know how cramped it can be sharing"

The CTF Team took a couple of steps back, they could feel the raw power Dark Falz was giving off, and he was as strong as ever.

"So, is anyone going to attack me?" Dark Falz said, beckoning with his hands.

Without thinking, Galik charged, his Calibur raised in the air. He swung several times, but some how each blow was deflected. Then, with a single swing of his hands, Dark Falz sent Galik sprawling backwards, three long gashes along his chest. Deuce ran over to where Galik fell and helped him up. The wounds werent deep, but they were still bleeding quite alot. There was a whoosh of air and Dark Falz recalled the photon blades back into his fingers.

"Anyone else?" said Dark Falz, a cocky tone to his voice.

"We cant stop him", said Hououza "He's way to powerful"

"We will have to find away, we've got to save Pioneer 2"

"How will you do that", Dark Fals butted in "When youve destroyed most of the main control panel". His outstretched hand indicated the large bank of panels Silhouette had been thrown into, and which was now a pile of scrap.

"Youve lost. Pioneer 2 will be destroyed and all its souls will be mine. It wont be long now till Pioneer 3 turns up and i can have yet another feast, then the universe will be my banquet"

"No!"

"Oh yes, and you know it. I dont know why your still here. Why die in agony here when you can die with friends and family? Its what you humanoids always wish for. Leave now, cause you know its futile"

Deuce clenched his fists tight. In a way, he knew Falz was right, it was futile. But inside himself, he knew he had to fight on, there had to be a way. Then something clicked. He turned to the CTF Team.

"Do you lot think you can get to some of the remaining ships?"

"What?" said Scion.

"Can you!" he yelled.

"I think so, but i dont know about fighting"

"You wont need to fight, just take that teleporter and get to one of the remaining ships. Hopefully the teleporter can take you straight to the ships bridge and you can disengage it from Pioneer 2. You can then try and land the ship on Ragols surface"

"What about the people on Pioneer 2 itself?"

"Send out a BEE to Boc, he should be able to rally everyone back to the separate ships. Now you lot go, i'll stay here"

"What you going to do? You cant stop him" said Galik

"Yeah, but i can slow him down"

BOC
Dec 6, 2003, 06:09 PM
numerous words come to mind to describe this masterpiece.

but one sticks out in my simple mind.

Rockin'!

PEACE!!!

RavenTW
Dec 6, 2003, 09:16 PM
Gotta love those last noble efforts.

Um, D, you're not thinkin' of killing off Duece, are you?

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Skett
Dec 6, 2003, 10:37 PM
Good chapter. The anticipation is rising. When do we get a new chapter.

Deathscythealpha
Dec 7, 2003, 11:06 AM
The CTF Team limped to the teleporter as Deuce turned to face Dark Falz. Hououza bashed in the co ordinates and started it up. They all slowly moved into the blue light, Galik holding back for a second before he passed through.

"Good luck Deuce" he said, then stepped into the light.

"Hmm, i dont know if your very brave or very stupid"

"Knowing me, probably both" he said, then rushed forward, Varista and Brand in hand. Dark Falz revealed his claws again and blocked the first blow Deuce delivered, then tried to slash back at him. Deuce jumped back and started to fire his Varista, but the bullets just seemed to deflect off of Falz body. Falz then charged and shoulder barged Deuce, spinning him backwards. Falz drew his claws up and slashed in a wide arc, but Deuce ducked down just as they passed by him. He turned and thrust, but the blade didnt seem to do anything to Falz. Then in reply to almost being stabbed, Falz slapped Deuce across the face, lifting him into the air and sending him skidding across the ground. He shook his head and felt his jaw, wiping his fingers across his mouth. There was blood. Deuce got to his feet and got ready to attack, he had to give the CTF Team time.

On one of the other ships a teleporter buzzed into life and Scion and Silhouette stumbled out. There was no one left on the bridge, presumably they had all been killed or fled for their lives. The two androids moved to the closes console and reviewed the options displayed in front of them.

"Good, all in working order we can disengage from Pioneer 2 within five minutes. How much time have we got before we start to enter Ragols atmosphere?"

"Twenty-seven minutes and counting" replied Silhouette.

"So that gives everyone roughly twenty minutes to get on board" Scion flipped a panel on his arm and tuned into Hououza.

"Hows it going your end?" he said.

"Everything is ready here. Galik is setting the controls and ive already sent a BEE to Boc. Ive told them to get to which ever ships the closest to them"

"Good, hopefully we can pull this off"

Back in the Principals Office, Deuce and Falz still battled on. Deuce was blocking most of the attacks now and he couldnt get a blow in anywhere. Everytime he swung his Brand or shot his Varista it just seemed to get deflected. He didnt know why. Now he was getting pushed back by all of Falz attacks, and he was running out of ground to retreat to. In a futile effort he lunged forward, Varista out stretched. Falz wasnt expecting this and the gun passed past his arms and was rammed into his shoulder. Three shots later and Falz was sent stumbling backwards, holding his bleeding shoulder.

"A force field? Thats why i couldnt hit you, i must have passed through it then" Deuce said as he watched Falz clench his wound.

"Very clever, but dont think im going to let you et that close again!" Falz ran forward, surprising Deuce. He swung his hand and his photon claws slashed across the left hand side of Deuces face. Deuce yelled in pain, but was shut up when Falz kicked him in the chest and sent him skidding into the principals desk. As he stopped he clenched his face. Blood, lots of it. It was dribbling down his face and onto his armour. And he couldnt see out of his left eye.

"Barstard. BARSTARD!" he screamed and charged Falz. Their weapons clashed over and over. The twisted and turned in an evil dance of war, both wanting their opponent dead. Both started to get hits in, but both only seeming to leave scratches on each other. All it all came to a head when Deuce foolishly held is brand up high. There was a whirr of photon energy in the air, then a thunk as Falz claws plunged into Deuce's stomach. Deuce dropped the brand and stared downwards, then choked out a big blob of blood. Falz lifted him up slightly then flung him off his claws and onto the floor in front of him. Deuce had lost.

Falz walked up to where Deuce was lying, a big puddle of blood starting to pool around him. As Falz bent down and looked into his face he choked again and another blob of blood emerged from his mouth.

"I told you it was futile Deuce. Im a dark god in some ways, and there is no way a mere man can kill a god. Its a shame though, i could have used you, your strong and would have made a good addition to my dark legion of followers. But things dont always work that way, do they. You felt to strongly about the side of good. And i showed you that the side of good always crumbles against evil"

Deuce was starting to tire, his head kept dipping. He stared into Falz' face and he just saw hatred. He weakly tried to raise his Varista to Falz face, but Falz grabbed his arm before he could get it close another.

"Just give up" and he squeezed his hand around Deuces arm, crushing it into a bloody pulp. The mechanical exoskeleton whirred and died too as it was crushed into scrap. Deuce just yelled. Falz let go and stood up fully again.

"You know, i think taking your soul when you die will be the highlight of my day. I will enjoy absorbing it into me"

There was a pulse of light behind them and the teleporter flashed into life. Falz extended his claws, ready to strike at anything that was willing to attack them. Out of the blue light stood a Hunewearl.

"Emily?" said Deuce weakly, still trying to keep consciousness.

She walked up to where Falz was standing, then pointed her gun at Deuce. Falz laughed.

"Ha, how ironic, i couldnt have planned it better. You being killed by the only person you loved on Pioneer 2. In a way you are going to die with your loved one, even if she doesnt share the same feeling. Good bye Deuce. Emily, you know what to do"

There was a brief pause as Emily stood there, gun still pointed at Deuce. Deuce stared into the barrel and sighed. This was the end. He then watched in slow motion as Emily brought the gun around and placed it next to Falz head. Falz grunted in surprise but was too slow to do anything. The first photon bullet too the top of his skull off, the second and third just liquidised its remaining contents. The creature fell to the ground dead, twitched, then died. Emily dropped the gun, then fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around Deuce.

"Emily, you came for me?"

"I had to Deuce, i loved you"

Deuce stared into her eyes, they were emerald green, but this time they werent contact lenses. They were her real eyes, she had managed to leave Falz grip.

"Come on, i'll get you to one of the ships before they leave, they might be able to do something for you" said Emily as she tried to lift Deuce of the ground. He yelled in pain and she was forced to put him back down. She looked at herself and she was covered in blood.

"I cant move. Im in to much pain. Anyway, i think those are the ships leaving now" he pointed out through the large windows that surrounded the Principals Office. The massive hull of the first ship passed over head, then after it had passed the second briefly came into view.

"Im sorry Emily, you should have left me, now were both going to die"

"I dont care Deuce. As long as im with you, i dont care" And with that she kissed him. It was a long meaningful kiss, and Deuce knew she meant it. As she finished she looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Thanks Emily"

"No, thank you Deuce"

They hugged each other and Deuce briefly looked passed Emily. He saw Lucy standing there, smiling. She waved to him and vanished. Falz was dead, and there were no more living bodies for him to inhabit. Hopefully now Lucy and all of Falz other vessels could rest in peace. Emily pulled back then kissed Deuce again. As they kissed, Pioneer 2 punched through into Ragol's atmosphere.


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Well, onto the last chapter now, i may post it later on tonight. I would have posted it straight onto the end of this one, but that would have been too much for everyone to read.

Its now really wierd finishing this off, but it had to be done. All good things must come to an end. Hopefully ill see everyone later tonight for the finale.

BOC
Dec 7, 2003, 12:24 PM
NO! deuce and emily can't die!

first neo and trinity, now this!

inspiring chapter deathscythe, sends the chills down my spine. its kinda hard to come to terms with the fact that DH3 is finally ending.

its been a wild ride!

PEACE!!!

Deathscythealpha
Dec 7, 2003, 12:51 PM
Chapter 19: Goodbye?

The two ships piloted by the remaining members of the CTF Team landed safely on Ragol just in time to see Pioneer 2 plunge into the atmosphere. It came down as a flaming wreck, bits of metal flying off it and melting with the intense heat. It plunged into the ocean just off Gal De Val Island causing a massive tidal wave to wash over the beaches and some of the local forest. Then, to finish itself off, there was a small explosion from under the water and Pioneer 2 detonated. The members of the CTF watched from the bridges of the ship and realised that no one could have survived that. Silhouette hugged Scion, to both comfort herself and give him some support. Galik punched a panel next to him, leaving a big dent in it and Hououza just sat down in one of the chairs. Deuce had helped save the people of Pioneer 2, and had probably died in doing it. And everyone was grateful.


Several months past, and the survivors of Pioneer 2 had started to settle down on Ragol. People had started to recover Pioneer City, sifting through the ruins in an attempt to build something habitable. Many went off with supplies, hoping to start up new towns and villages across the lush Ragol landscape. There was no more reported Cultist or Child activity, people were sure some must have slipped on board the ships as they left, but they were now in hiding, knowing that their master was now dead.

Up on the top of one of the cliffs stood a stone memorial. It had been erected a couple of weeks after the destruction of Pioneer 2 and lying on it was a broken Varista, the only remains found of Deuce. An engraving simply read 'Deuce Deckard' and nothing else.

Standing next to the memorial was Galik. He just stood there, staring at it. The wind ruffled through his hair, but he didnt move. Then a white hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Thought i would find you here Galik" said Hououza. "Come on, the rest of the Team is waiting"

Galik didnt move, he just continued to watch the memorial.

"I dont think he died" he said.

"What?"

"I dont think he died. Theres something about Deuce, he has that will, the determination for life. He must have escaped somehow, and one day im going to meet him again and shake his hand" he said, a slight smile on his face. "I didnt let anyone down this time, and i didnt last time, Deuce told me that, and i believe him"

"Well if you dont want to let the rest of the Team down now you will come to the van with me, weve got a long trip to the next settlement"

The both started to leave, but before Galik left the area he turned and said "Goodbye Deuce, i know all of us in the CTF will meet you again, some day". He rushed down to the large van which Scion and Silhouette were sitting in and jumped in the back. Hououza got in next to him and the van started to leave. Galik gave the memorial one last look, then sat down ready to see what Ragol had lying in wait for the CTF Team.

Back at the memorial, the wind just blew.


Epilogue

"So we survived"

"Yeah"

"What do you think we should do now? Is there a place for us on Ragol?"

"There will always be a place for us on Ragol, weve still got a job to do"

"You mean..."

"Weve got to locate Kireek"

"But before we do that, theres something ive got to tell you"

"Whats that?"

"I think im pregnant"


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Well, thats it for DH3. I was going to wait till later to post the final chapter, but i got too excited and wanted to get it up, my brain was whizzing. One last thing i want to do with this is dedicate the finished fic to my Nan, who died a couple of weeks after i got to University. If it wasnt for her i dont think i would have got through secondery school and have gotten to University, she was always there to help me along and encourage me to do my work and actually go to lessons.

Now Raven asked if i was going to kill Deuce off. All i can say is you can decide. Did Deuce and Emily get off of Pioneer 2? Were Deuces wounds to bad to be treated? You can decide all of that. Deuce is a character i have loved writeing about, and hes become the basis for one of my characters im desiging for my University projects. But even if i did enjoy using the character, i dont want to over use him, thats why ive decided for my next fic im starting out with a totally new character. euce will still turn up from time to time in group fics, but for now he's resting.

Thanks to everyone who bothered to read this fic, its been great to have everyone support it and tell me which bits were good and which werent. Remember to keep a look out for my next fic.

RavenTW
Dec 7, 2003, 02:25 PM
DARK SEED! EVIL DEMON CHILD! FALZ'S SON (OR DAUGHTER)!

I just felt like saying that.

Man, deathscythealpha, I must compliment you on your superior writing skills and use of plot twists and cliffhangers. It was a great honor to work with you on the second fic, and it was an absolutely awesome experience reading the third. Now, to go and actually read the first one other than the three chapters I've done...

Ness
Dec 7, 2003, 04:16 PM
That was a great fic! One question: Who were those two people talking at the end?

Deathscythealpha
Dec 7, 2003, 04:35 PM
RavenTW wrote:
Man, deathscythealpha, I must compliment you on your superior writing skills and use of plot twists and cliffhangers. It was a great honor to work with you on the second fic, and it was an absolutely awesome experience reading the third. Now, to go and actually read the first one other than the three chapters I've done...


Heh, thanks, i appreciate the compliment. Writing is something i will hopefully be doing for a job (hopefully storylines for games, but if that flops authoring sounds fun) so doing the fan fics is kind of a dry run for me. I tried to keep the plot twisting near the end deliberately at times, like i wasnt going to reveal who had written those notes Deuce found straight away, then have Montague be one of the people behind everything to start off with.



On 2003-12-07 13:16, Ness wrote:
That was a great fic! One question: Who were those two people talking at the end?



Ah ha, that will be something revealed in my next fan fic.

SS_Death
Dec 7, 2003, 06:24 PM
That was absolutely brilliant, I really do look forwards to seeing a game you come up with, it will certainly be interesting!

Any chance of another group fic? Itching for a bit of action again!

Any chance the rest of us will turn up anyway?

Oh well, better leave you to it.

Good luck with the future works, I'll try and be here to read them all!

Hououza

Skett
Dec 7, 2003, 10:00 PM
Good story with a great cliffhanger. I will be making a review of the story soon (like I did with Hikara's fic). I have yet to read the last two fics, so as my first "Do Hucast" story I must congradulate you on a great story.Tthis fic will score high, that I know.

RavenTW
Dec 7, 2003, 10:26 PM
On 2003-12-07 15:24, SS_Death wrote:
That was absolutely brilliant, I really do look forwards to seeing a game you come up with, it will certainly be interesting!

Any chance of another group fic? Itching for a bit of action again!

Any chance the rest of us will turn up anyway?

Oh well, better leave you to it.

Good luck with the future works, I'll try and be here to read them all!

Hououza



I second all those ideas!

Deathscythealpha
Dec 8, 2003, 12:41 PM
On 2003-12-07 15:24, SS_Death wrote:
That was absolutely brilliant, I really do look forwards to seeing a game you come up with, it will certainly be interesting!

Well, if in a couple of years time you see a game titled Deuce, or featuring a main character by that name, you will its one of mine.



On 2003-12-07 15:24, SS_Death wrote:
Any chance of another group fic? Itching for a bit of action again!

Any chance the rest of us will turn up anyway?



I havent thought about doing another big group fic, yet. Really the only other group fics ive started up of late have been the summer vacation and christmas party ones, and there just for fun. Maybe when i can think of a good idea i could start up new group fic, but for now ive got to finish off all my assignments (stares at the three essays he needs to finish for friday and panics)

With my next fic i was hoping to do brief cameos of the CTF members, but the fic is going to be set 30 years in the future, so theyll will be alot older. I just have to see hwere my plans for the next fic are going at the minute.

BOC
Dec 8, 2003, 04:57 PM
i'll tell you a true story.

a long time ago, i was browsing the main fan fic section. i saw a strange title. 'do hucasts dream of electric rappies'. i thought 'christ, that sounds like a comedy.' boy was i wrong.

so i read it. and then i read it again.

t'was quailTy.

then a while later, DH2 popped up in the main fan fic section. i read it. loved it.

then i spotted DH3. now, a year or so down the line and its finally over.

what do i have to say?? this series has been the unchallenged best i have read.

thanks deathscythe (and all the co-writers for dh2) for providing all those hours of reading enjoyment.

and as always, can't wait for more!!

DEUCE LIVES!

PEACE!!!

SS_Death
Dec 8, 2003, 05:13 PM
Well in answer to the title I am happy to say no, HUcats do not dream of electric rappys. We actually dream of motor oil covered HUceseals!

Ok, on the note of absolute madness back to the point!

Sounds good, I can see that all the human and newmans will have aged while all the androids just go on as ever.

Like to see that, good luck with the asignments, Uni is great fun, I miss it in a way.

Ok, better go. After five hours of sleep last night my typing keeps getting worse.

BOC
Dec 8, 2003, 05:21 PM
On 2003-12-08 14:13, SS_Death wrote:
Well in answer to the title I am happy to say no, HUcats do not dream of electric rappys. We actually dream of motor oil covered HUceseals!


mmmmmmmmmm, who doesn't.

er, i mean, er..... ah hell.

Deathscythealpha
Dec 8, 2003, 09:39 PM
On 2003-12-08 13:57, BOC wrote:
i'll tell you a true story.

a long time ago, i was browsing the main fan fic section. i saw a strange title. 'do hucasts dream of electric rappies'. i thought 'christ, that sounds like a comedy.' boy was i wrong.

so i read it. and then i read it again.

t'was quailTy.

then a while later, DH2 popped up in the main fan fic section. i read it. loved it.

then i spotted DH3. now, a year or so down the line and its finally over.

what do i have to say?? this series has been the unchallenged best i have read.

thanks deathscythe (and all the co-writers for dh2) for providing all those hours of reading enjoyment.

and as always, can't wait for more!!

DEUCE LIVES!

PEACE!!!


Heh, thanks for that. I really started to think about the title of 'Do Hucasts' the other night, and to anyone who didnt know the Philip K Dick reference straight away it would sound really daft, but oh well.



SS_Death wrote:
Sounds good, I can see that all the human and newmans will have aged while all the androids just go on as ever.

Like to see that, good luck with the asignments, Uni is great fun, I miss it in a way.


Ah, that was soemthing i was really thinking about. Hououza, Scion and Silhouette will be old in number only, how would a android age physically? So Galik will be the only one who has got older, how would he take it that everyone else hes working with stayed at the same age comapered to him? Something to really try and think about and work out.

And Uni has been great fun, but i really wish i hadnt gone out and drunk so much last night now. Never try downing bottles of Smirnoff Black while peddling about on a monkey bike, its about as wrong as it sounds.

Ness
Dec 9, 2003, 07:10 AM
I'm so happy that I had enough fame on this board to be mentioned in the fanfic.

SS_Death
Dec 9, 2003, 06:34 PM
To be honest although the android won't 'age as such it would be reasonable to say that there bodies will need parts replacing and over time they may change their appearance slightly.

However in a way the eyes would be the thing that stays the same. You can change the outer shell but the soul inside doesn't, their gazes in a way may well betray their age as they shift in the a way a humans would as they are forced to watch their human and newman friends grow old and die. Perhaps even having to watch their friends children and even grandchildren go through the same cycle. I would expect a kind of sadness there as they witness so much knowing that there's will most likely only come by unnatural causes.

I think a good film for inspiration for this wouldbe bicentenial man. If you've seen it then you'll see the point, for those who haven't it revolves around an android who tries to become human when a defect causes him to develop emotions.

Ok...I think I've written too much already. I better go, I have chapters to write and work in the morning.

Bye all,

Hououza/SS_Death

BOC
Dec 9, 2003, 06:42 PM
On 2003-12-08 18:39, Deathscythealpha wrote:

Ah, that was soemthing i was really thinking about. Hououza, Scion and Silhouette will be old in number only, how would a android age physically? So Galik will be the only one who has got older, how would he take it that everyone else hes working with stayed at the same age comapered to him? Something to really try and think about and work out.


yeah, galik would age, but that doesn't mean the droids aren't affected.

think of a car, or even a tv. how many people do you know have a 30 year old tv or car?? hell most people change their mobile phones every few years (to the point that the frickin buttons will get so small that even my girl-like fingers couldn't push em.)

my point is that Hououza, Scion and Silhouette would have to deal with been, 'older models'. although i prefer the term classic.

then theres wear and tear, think of kup!

........course, androids could probably just upgrade or download themselves into fresh new bodies.

PEACE!!!

Skett
Dec 9, 2003, 07:05 PM
Awesome story.

Anyways, my review of Do Hucast 3 should be up in my additional info section of my profile by the time 95% of you read this . Deathscythe, I will PM you a copy. Cya.

RavenTW
Dec 9, 2003, 10:19 PM
So instead of growing beards, we grow rust!