- iTz Mr Quincy
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- Intrepid Heroic Member
AL is preventing me from having fun. It is also preventing a lot of people from having fun. People who defend AL say they can live without it. It is obviously unfair in many ways.
SO WHY DON'T WE REMOVE/TWEAK IT?
Also, yes, I do goose.
And yet again, I had temptations. This time, to put "Organization XIII" in there.
Chapter XV: Impact
They were unfortunate souls. They writhed in pain, half alive, half dead, waiting to fall into the deep sleep from which they will never awaken. They screamed silent shrieks into the air, from mouths that could not move, as they lost their mind to a primal, blood-drunk version of themselves.
//7 hours, 2 minutes, and 25 seconds until impact//
Searcher dispatched a form to the outside of the ship from the wall. The form drifted, before attaching to the hull, and then started to climb. But, by how close the ship was, there was no way he could get to the front part. Evacuation to the rear of the ship had already commenced. After all, not many people on it wanted to die by impact. Searcher would make sure that they lived. Or the bulk of them.
More ships came from the planet. Not human, sangheili. The enemy. The unknown enemy. They were small in number, surprisingly enough. After seeing him, he thought they would try to eradicate him by any means possible. But what was more important was that they came from the planet before him. Was that their home planet? Had they colonized it? Taken it over? He would find out later for certain. But now, he had move. Or rather, make a part of him move. And move he did. Slowly, but surely.
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//5 hours, 11 minutes, and 57 seconds until impact//
Oracle grew her flower. But not her flower, rather a single petal. The petal broke off from the normal sized flower. It grew and grew... until it was as tall as a human being. A large human being at that. An entirely blank canvas. Then it grew more. It did not grow longer, but rather it grew upwards. It was forming a figure. It almost looked as if an animal, unshaped, rose out of mud. It was not a gruesome sight, but it was not very 'pretty' either. As the figure rose, limbs formed, and a clear, cat-like figure was born. But, it was not complete. It just had a clear cut figure. It had no eyes, no fur. Oracle did not waste time on such matters. She did make ears on the strongly built figure, almost identical to a leopard, as well as a tail to fool any onlookers who could see her for a split second. The leopard she created absorbed to leaf it stood on, and the flower, adding them on like another layer of skin, leaving no trace. Then, she started running.
She knew all that Searcher knew. She knew that the ship that they were on was about to crash into a planet. But something far worse was going on right now. For her and Searcher, at least. They had been spotted. Spotted by something, and organization she knew. ONI. And they were probably not very friendly. After all, she had once been part of the cruel branch of the UNSC. So, she had decided to run. Fast. Run she did. As she ran, she continually shaped the leopard to become even faster, more aerodynamic, more suited to running. After only a mile, it looked nearly nothing like it once did. Seamless transformation. Cells being born, cells dying, allowing for evolution to take place. That had given her and Searcher yet another addition to their power; destroying cells at will. But that was not the point. She was being followed.
She could hear the sounds from miles away. She could hear falcon's propellers whirling toward her. She could hear a warthog's engine, and the troops inside of it yelling. What had caused this to happen? She knew. She knew very well. As soon as she found out, she ran. Which might not have been the smartest of moves, reflecting back upon the situation.
The sounds got farther and farther away. She moved too fast for them. Wind blasted upon the figure, yet didn't. It was too smooth. It was too perfectly shaped. That was its flaw. She was too noticeable. She quickly stopped and looked around. She was far away enough for a brief moment, enough to transform into a local form of life. Anything. She found an animal. A bird. Brown in color, much like her skin. She quickly got to work, and transformed into it. Her cells forming the leopard died, until becoming just a little blob. Then, the blob started on a basic bird shape. She constantly used the bird as a model, as if painting. She was painting for her life, and Searchers. She grew feathers onto the body, and a beak. At last, she flew up into the tree the other bird resided in. They were near identical. They even blended into the trees. There was no way that ONI could catch her. Not a chance. The falcons grew nearer and nearer, until they were directly above her. She chirped just like the other bird, trying to mimic it. The falcon stayed. She tried to stay calm, anything could give her away. Nothing happened. Nothing.
The falcon's propellers sped round and round, as she looked up into the sky. She twitched her head in perplexing manners, and then took flight. The other bird followed. This would fool the ONI soldiers. Or she hoped so. She was wrong. A large cage fell upon her. It was not very much of a cage, but more of a steel ball, with a hollow center. She then noticed something familiar. The feeling of falling. Followed by a large crash into the ground. Muffled shouts came from all sides. A large red line appeared on the top. Two more to the sides. They all moved into a circular motion. They were welding it shut. She deformed, trying to escape from the cracks. Too little, too late. The welding was already finished. She could not escape, and now she was being taken.
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//2 hours, 43 minutes, and 1 second until impact//
"Well then make it work!"
"I told you, I can't! The system is not letting me in!"
"Well manually bypass it!"
"Already tried that sir. It's been hacked by the AI and is inaccessible."
Fisher cursed under his breath. He turned around, and assessed the situation. They were under attack. They were on a collision course with a planet. The ship wasn't responding to their commands because an enemy AI had hacked it. He had had to near all of the crew onboard to the very place they were being attacked in order for them to not die. For most of them not to die. Even the ONI ships had been hacked. He couldn't think of a single way out of the mess.
Another man came rushing in. Fisher turned toward him anxiously.
"Report, Lieutenant."
"Sir, the machine worked, sir."
"Is it currently up and running at the point of entry?"
"Yes sir."
"Good man. Go back to the back of the ship. You'll be safer there."
"What about you sir?"
"My duty is up here. Now get to the back of the ship with the rest of the crew. That's an order."
"Y-yes sir."
The lieutenant ran back to the door, and started down the hall. Fisher closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back. He folded them and exacted a prayer in silence. He spoke one word after.
"Amen." he said near silent.
He sighed, knowing he would die. Knowing that nearly everyone on this ship would die in the crash. Another voice spoke.
"Sir, we have another hull breach!"
"Where?" he asked in a depressed voice.
"On the top of the ship, sir."
"Do we have visuals?"
"We do sir."
"Well bring it up!"
The soldier frantically imputed commands into the computer in front of him, before a small screen appeared. Brown skin. Brown flesh. Fisher recognized it. He, after all, had seen it before. He, after all, had been nearly killed by it before. It was flood. Of all of the further problems they could face, the flood was invading their ship. His face grew pale. He ran for the door, a soldier with an outstretched hand to him. He was sure he was going to die. But he was going to fight anyway.
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//0 hours, 30 minutes, and 7 seconds until impact//
Dnak rushed hall and hall, looking for his room. Looking for his friend, Nars. He had walked these halls many many times. Why couldn't he find his way now? Thoughts clouded his mind, actions, mistakes, haunted him. Cabin numbers collided together in his mind. He felt numb. Numb with fear. Fear that his friend might be dead. Fear that his friends might be dead. He finally found the room, or what he thought to be the room.
It did, indeed turn out to be his room. Nars was still sleeping. Great. He tried shaking Nars, but he was still fast asleep. Nothing seemed to awaken him. He was still breathing, his heart still beating, but he almost seemed dead. Another coma? He would have to find out later. A muffled scream, barely audible could be heard. Male. The scream drew nearer. And so did something else. Something big. Powerful. And it was fast. The scream went right by his door. It belonged to Edward. His friend. The large... thing went by his door too. Edward had forgotten a key thing about this hallway. It was a dead end on the side he was running to. At that moment, Dnak felt the need to spring out and try to kill whatever was attacking his friend. He was about to reach the door, when he heard a gut-wrenching sound. Indescribable. Then, silence. Dnak had already frozen in place. Edward was dead. It would be foolish to waste his life for vengeance.
The figure outside walked back to the door inside of which Dnak and Nars laid. As it grew nearer, Dnak reached for his sword slowly, not to make a sound. It stopped at his door. Dnak had already reached his sword. He pulled it out. The figure walked back a bit, albeit to gain speed in order to push the door down. Dnak walked back a bit, poised and ready. He heard some muffled screams off in the distance. The charge he had expected never came. After all, the figure outside had ran toward the screams.