Bridger arrives at the RNI facility where Burns is getting ready to debrief the team.
Burns: ah our newest addition is here. Please take a seat.
Bridget nods as he takes an empty seat as Burns continues
Burns: as you know we have hit 5 of malicks facilities. The information retrieved has been vital but now it's time for the big operation.
C.Rommel: we believe we have the location of malick and his current facility. He is going to be well defended but we believe the team is ready to try and take him down.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Burns: does anyone have any questions yet. No. Good. Now here is RNI Director Osman.
Osman: you all have accomplished alot so far. But now it's time we finish what we wanted to do. It's time to bring down this man once and for all.
She taps a console as a display comes up.
Osman: we have traced Malick to an outlying world just outside of any major governments borders. RNI ships will engage his protecting fleet with the support of a few unsc ships as well as some ground units.
Bridger: do we have an exact location on malick
Osman: we have a general location on the planet but it's going to get chaotic once we engage.
C.Rommel: time table?
Osman: I'm going to get finale clearance from command today. Once that's done we move.
C.Rommel: why do we have to wait this time?
Osman: this isn't in republic space or one of our allies. We can't just move in on an independent system without clearance.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
*The Energy blast hits Tara A, sending her flying into a bulkhead.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
*The Energy blast hits Tara A, sending her flying into a bulkhead.*
*Tara B stops running and looks worried. If Tara A is still conscious she can tell for some reason the parasite is worried it hurt her.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
*The Energy blast hits Tara A, sending her flying into a bulkhead.*
*Tara B stops running and looks worried. If Tara A is still conscious she can tell for some reason the parasite is worried it hurt her.*
*Tara A's skin is cracked across her face, leaking white twilight energy.*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
*The Energy blast hits Tara A, sending her flying into a bulkhead.*
*Tara B stops running and looks worried. If Tara A is still conscious she can tell for some reason the parasite is worried it hurt her.*
*Tara A's skin is cracked across her face, leaking white twilight energy.*
*The parasite seems ashamed of what it did and tosses a med kit at a doctor then points at Tara A then grabs the severed arm and starts running again*
Foehammer is working on the console trying to get it to work for him.
*The console translateso partially. As far as he can tell it's got more uses than just the dampening field but he can understand it enough to turn it off*
Tara B: Well I didn't want to put anything else on your plate. I was going to try and do it until this whole murder thing calms down so as to not overload you. I didn't really think it would strain me that much.
***
*Susan gets up too*
*Tara A sighs.
Gym. Sara locks up with her, fingers interlocked as she presses her forehead against Susan's.*
Sara *growling*: Come on!
Tara B: Sorry.
***
*Susan tries to force her down while growling*
Tara A: Is there anything you can do about the infection?
Kenar: As I said it's spread so far that if it goes any further...
We need to remove it now. *Gives Tara B a grave look.
Gym. Sara holds her own as the two wrestle fiercely.*
Tara B: I don't know that sounds dangerous.
***
*Susan shoves her back and tackles her down*
Tara A: Tara, we've done it before... *She looks at her shoulder grimly.
Gym. Sara quickly tries to kick her off.*
Sara: Get off!
Tara B: I'm pretty sure this will end badly...
***
*Susan pins her down*
*Sara uses all her strength to kick Susan off, getting up and circling, panting.*
Sara *panting*: Damn, you're tough...
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
***
Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
*The Energy blast hits Tara A, sending her flying into a bulkhead.*
*Tara B stops running and looks worried. If Tara A is still conscious she can tell for some reason the parasite is worried it hurt her.*
*Tara A's skin is cracked across her face, leaking white twilight energy.*
*The parasite seems ashamed of what it did and tosses a med kit at a doctor then points at Tara A then grabs the severed arm and starts running again*
*An hour later. Tara and Tara A are searching everywhere for Tara B.*
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Burns: ah our newest addition is here. Please take a seat.
Bridget nods as he takes an empty seat as Burns continues
Burns: as you know we have hit 5 of malicks facilities. The information retrieved has been vital but now it's time for the big operation.
C.Rommel: we believe we have the location of malick and his current facility. He is going to be well defended but we believe the team is ready to try and take him down.
Osman: you all have accomplished alot so far. But now it's time we finish what we wanted to do. It's time to bring down this man once and for all.
She taps a console as a display comes up.
Osman: we have traced Malick to an outlying world just outside of any major governments borders. RNI ships will engage his protecting fleet with the support of a few unsc ships as well as some ground units.
Bridger: do we have an exact location on malick
Osman: we have a general location on the planet but it's going to get chaotic once we engage.
C.Rommel: time table?
Osman: I'm going to get finale clearance from command today. Once that's done we move.
C.Rommel: why do we have to wait this time?
Osman: this isn't in republic space or one of our allies. We can't just move in on an independent system without clearance.
Tara B: fine you can try if you really must...
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Susan: I do my best... *panting*
Kenar: Are you sure? You realise what we're considering?
*Gym. Sara puts up a guard, but loosely as she tries to save her energy.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: You can give up now...
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Tara B: I can always get a prosthetic right? Or maybe we'll get lucky and get abducted by an otherworldly being for a quest across the stars again. *sad smile*
***
Susan: So can you... *tries to take her down*
Kenar: There's a Dalosian genetic technique. I can take a sample of your genetic code and synthesise a replacement arm.
Are you certain you want to go through with this?
*Gym. Sara grunts as she holds her own, taking Susan down to their knees before trying to take the advantage.*
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Burns: so now we wait.
Osman: it won't be long. I'm calling them up now.
She enters her codes and is waiting for a response now.
Tara B: Yeah I'm sure.
***
*Susan loses ground the shoves back*
Kenar: Okay. I'll prepare for surgery.
*Gym. Sara pants as she gets into a crouch, circling Susan.*
Sara *panting, smiling*: Why do all our matches end like this?
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*Tara B sighs and looks nervous*
***
Susan: Because neither of us wants to give up...?
*Tara A comforts her.
Gym.*
Sara *panting*: Oh yeah...
You're here for a few days, right? *Still circling, crouched.*
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Tara B: Thanks.
***
Susan: Yeah most likely.
Sara: What do you say we call this a draw for now and settle it tomorrow with a real fight? Y'know, the kind with punching and kicking?
*Sickbay. A nurse starts prepping Tara B for surgery. Tara A waits nearby, comforting Tara B telepathically.*
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Susan: Okay I can agree to that.
***
*Tara B seems to be mostly calm now however the parasite is giving off strange readings. *
Kenar: Strange... Is it interfering with any of the equipment?
Nurse: Not according to diagnostics...
Kenar: Alright. Let's proceed, to be safe.
*They anaesthetise Tara B and begin amputating the arm.*
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Osman: gentlemen we have the location of malick but it's well outside republic space. I want you to authorize a attack OK his location.
*Once they begin the parasite goes into overdrive its tendrils springing from her skin and spreading fast across her arm. She screams and opens her eyes the sclera pitch black. She starts break off of the bed. Tara A can sense that she is still asleep its almost as if the parasite is defending itself.*
*Tara A quickly uses her TK to restrain Tara B and the parasite.*
Tara A: Doc, now! It's not her, it's the parasite!
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*Tara B screams again and fires a blue blast of energy at Tara A from her arm trying to stop her.*
*Tara A quickly runs in and cuts the arm off with a twilight blade, throwing the limb clear and powering up a twilight blast.*
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*Tara B screams in pain as blue tendrils sprout from the stump and rush out and form a replacement hand. They seem almost like roots. Tara B punches her and tries to escape and fires another energy blast.*
*The Energy blast hits Tara A, sending her flying into a bulkhead.*
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*Tara B stops running and looks worried. If Tara A is still conscious she can tell for some reason the parasite is worried it hurt her.*
*Tara A's skin is cracked across her face, leaking white twilight energy.*
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*The parasite seems ashamed of what it did and tosses a med kit at a doctor then points at Tara A then grabs the severed arm and starts running again*
*The console translateso partially. As far as he can tell it's got more uses than just the dampening field but he can understand it enough to turn it off*
He unfolds a small computer as he connects it to the console and starts working with it again.
C.Rommel: make sure your gear is ready and prepped. Once we get the green light you won't have time to repack.
Asher: think we will catch up with him.
C.Rommel: I plan to one way or another. I'm going wether the brass upstairs gives the rest of you the go ahead or not.
Bridger: one man against a fleet and an army?
C.Rommel: that's what I was created to do. And I do it well.
O'Neil: well unsc aide will be their no matter what so it's not like he will have to do it alone
He smiles at him and through a him another grenade as they finish gearing up.
C.Rommel stands a little ways off by himself watching Burns and Osman on the comms. He puts his helmet on as he goes and grabs his rifle.
*An hour later. Tara and Tara A are searching everywhere for Tara B.*
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