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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 16:35:39 GMT -5
Wanderer simply walked though.
"What is your problem anyway?"
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 16:37:07 GMT -5
It continued drilling through both wall and forcefield, trying to escape, saying nothing, but improvisely torture and death onto Wanderer's mind.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 16:44:35 GMT -5
As it broke though into the main containment bay, it and Wanderer were teleported to the white void, recently rid of the remaining Majaag. They hadn't suffered the effects of the AC-virus, since, as Wanderer explained it, it was his own little pocket universe.
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 16:47:15 GMT -5
Unsure of its surroundings, the creature grew multiple black tendrils, trying to find something solid, but also to try and sense exactly where it was. Deciding that it was in some form of lit space, it immediately began to open a wormhole in an attempt to return back to Angal.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 16:57:17 GMT -5
The only thing solid was the "floor".
"I don't know if you can create a wormhole to another universe, but don't attempt to make one if you can't. There's only "here" in this place."
The pocket universe probably only extended about a hundred feet in each direction, but it wrapped around, curved tightly so you didn't end up seeing yourself again and agiain at hundred foot intervals.
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 17:18:43 GMT -5
The creature stopped what it was doing, and just stood there, staring at Wanderer. Wanderer could feel a strange itch at the back of his head, like a bug was on it that wasn't there.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 17:24:24 GMT -5
"Don't go probing me! I can give you what you want, if you just tell me what that is."
Wanderer tried to block the creature's signal, but would open up again when it stopped.
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 17:46:32 GMT -5
Having successfully copied some of Wanderer's language memories, the creature formed a mouth, and began to speak in Quroche, " Freedom, your memories, your technology. "
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 17:50:09 GMT -5
"You wouldn't happen to be bent on galactic domination like your cousins... or is that brothers..."
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 19:47:14 GMT -5
" Galactic domination? What's a galaxy? " The little beast then returned to trying to escape, building energy for a massively strong wormhole.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 19:52:57 GMT -5
"Why do you want these things? I can easily give you all of them, though the second one might be completely useless."
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 20:03:04 GMT -5
" I am the new Majaag, destined to kill the current genetically-diseased, psychicly weak, and non-Collective Majaag. They sent me here in the hopes that I would die at your hands, so sure that you would kill me. "
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 20:20:25 GMT -5
"All right, now that we're talking, we can negotiate your terms."
They reapeared in the containment bay, outside the cell the creature was in.
"Again, all but my most recent memories are useless to your cause. If you're looking for Majaag tactical data, there is plenty logged in the database."
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Post by Snake on Jun 17, 2008 20:59:48 GMT -5
" Yes well their fate is sealed. I have the simple power to tear them cell from cell spontaneously, such happened to the scientists who created me. I will still be taking your technology. " And ruling the universe mwhaha! Stupid fool.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Jun 17, 2008 22:49:01 GMT -5
"Can't let you do that. You can just use it, with supervision. Don't be too upset, the Angalesh don't have full contol either. Mostly because of my paranoia that they'll get their minds picked somewhere down the line."
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