Hybrid
Cleric_Epoch
Join Date: 2003-06-26 Member: 17714Members, Constellation
Join Date: 2003-06-26 Member: 17714Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">My first story</div> Ok, this is the first chapter tell me what you think and I might write more.
<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><u>Hybrid</u></span>
<i><b>Chapter One
Dreams</b></i>
The dream woke her again. She sat up looking around her padded cell. A digital camera in the top corner of the cell whined as its motor turned the armoured lens to watch her every movement.
“225 is there a problem?” A concealed mike spoke. It’s voice faceless and full of authority.
“No Sir! No more fear.”
“Return to sleep then 225. Training begins at 06:30 hours.”
She tucked her short, raven black hair behind her ears and lay back down. Closing her eyes she remembered the dream.
It started the same way every night. Thousands of microscopic worms danced and squirmed around her. They spread and enveloped her in a smothering grip. She fought them for as long as possible but they weighed her down, half suffocated she stop struggling. This time was different. This time they spoke to her in a language she did not know, but understood.
It said “We are legion. You will serve us. Resist us and die. Nothing matters but our survival. Many parts of one, one part of many. No more fear, let others fear.”
The voice made sense. She was not afraid of the bacteria that surrounded her. It felt right being in its embrace She agreed with out saying a word.
“Then you are now Kharaa.” Said the voice and she had awoke.
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Security Marshall Stern flicked the mike off. Tonight all 8 test subjects had awoken at the same time. He had only spoken to a few and they had all said the same thing.
‘No more fear.’ Stern’s hand hovered over the intercom button. He wondered whether to wake the Director. This was important. He could see their eyes flicker as they slept and knew they were dreaming. Possibly the same dream. No that was whack. Stern thought. They all were scared of the training. Yes that was it. No need to wake the Director it can wait until the morning.
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The Director sat at his desk. Looking out the 12” thick quartz window into space.
The space station was hidden in an asteroid field on a large meteor.
Space was so beautiful, yet the Director knew what lurked out there. In the deepest corners of known space it seemed that our darkest nightmares lurked. The Director had come face to face with them and survived, but a cost.
The intercom buzzed on and Alex his clerk spoke.
“Director, Damien Kasei’ wishes to speak to you.”
“Let him in.”
The doors slid open with a pneumatic hiss and Damien walked in. He was a tall man with pale white skin and greasy, brown hair tucked behind his pointy ears.
“Damson how goes the training?”
“Very well. The subjects have out performed our exceptions. They respond to bacterial stimuli well. But we are still working out some of the effects.”
“Good. Just remember many TSA marines died to bring you those samples. When we complete this project we will not have to hide in the shadows. Humanity will be grateful for our work here.”
“You are right Director, we could make millions though, I do not think the TSA will accept our work here.”
“This is not for our gain but for every ones. Using the enemies weapons against him. That is what we are doing here. They will understand. I will make them see.
I will be watching the training in the morning. You are dismissed.”
Damson muttered something under his breath and left the room.
The Director press the intercom button.
“Alex, I need you to keep an eye on our friend Damien. I believe he does not share our dream.”
“No problem Sir!”
One could never be too careful in his profession. And Kasei’ was getting greedy. He could not be trusted.
<span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'><u>Hybrid</u></span>
<i><b>Chapter One
Dreams</b></i>
The dream woke her again. She sat up looking around her padded cell. A digital camera in the top corner of the cell whined as its motor turned the armoured lens to watch her every movement.
“225 is there a problem?” A concealed mike spoke. It’s voice faceless and full of authority.
“No Sir! No more fear.”
“Return to sleep then 225. Training begins at 06:30 hours.”
She tucked her short, raven black hair behind her ears and lay back down. Closing her eyes she remembered the dream.
It started the same way every night. Thousands of microscopic worms danced and squirmed around her. They spread and enveloped her in a smothering grip. She fought them for as long as possible but they weighed her down, half suffocated she stop struggling. This time was different. This time they spoke to her in a language she did not know, but understood.
It said “We are legion. You will serve us. Resist us and die. Nothing matters but our survival. Many parts of one, one part of many. No more fear, let others fear.”
The voice made sense. She was not afraid of the bacteria that surrounded her. It felt right being in its embrace She agreed with out saying a word.
“Then you are now Kharaa.” Said the voice and she had awoke.
******************************
Security Marshall Stern flicked the mike off. Tonight all 8 test subjects had awoken at the same time. He had only spoken to a few and they had all said the same thing.
‘No more fear.’ Stern’s hand hovered over the intercom button. He wondered whether to wake the Director. This was important. He could see their eyes flicker as they slept and knew they were dreaming. Possibly the same dream. No that was whack. Stern thought. They all were scared of the training. Yes that was it. No need to wake the Director it can wait until the morning.
******************************
The Director sat at his desk. Looking out the 12” thick quartz window into space.
The space station was hidden in an asteroid field on a large meteor.
Space was so beautiful, yet the Director knew what lurked out there. In the deepest corners of known space it seemed that our darkest nightmares lurked. The Director had come face to face with them and survived, but a cost.
The intercom buzzed on and Alex his clerk spoke.
“Director, Damien Kasei’ wishes to speak to you.”
“Let him in.”
The doors slid open with a pneumatic hiss and Damien walked in. He was a tall man with pale white skin and greasy, brown hair tucked behind his pointy ears.
“Damson how goes the training?”
“Very well. The subjects have out performed our exceptions. They respond to bacterial stimuli well. But we are still working out some of the effects.”
“Good. Just remember many TSA marines died to bring you those samples. When we complete this project we will not have to hide in the shadows. Humanity will be grateful for our work here.”
“You are right Director, we could make millions though, I do not think the TSA will accept our work here.”
“This is not for our gain but for every ones. Using the enemies weapons against him. That is what we are doing here. They will understand. I will make them see.
I will be watching the training in the morning. You are dismissed.”
Damson muttered something under his breath and left the room.
The Director press the intercom button.
“Alex, I need you to keep an eye on our friend Damien. I believe he does not share our dream.”
“No problem Sir!”
One could never be too careful in his profession. And Kasei’ was getting greedy. He could not be trusted.
Comments
<i><b>Chapter Two
New Beginnings</b></i>
Subject 225 was awoken by an alarm. Same as every morning. Two armed guards escorted her and every other subject to the mess hall. She saw no reason for it, apart from intimidation.
There was only a long corridor between the mess and the sleeping quarters. All reinforced plasi-steel and bullet-proof glass. She sat alone on the table and the same old slop she had every morning materialised out of a disk in the table. She looked around at the other subjects and heard whispering. They were not allowed to talk to each other. It was forbidden. No one had even dared to break the rules here. She look at another subject, he was looking at his breakfast prodding it with his spoon, as if it had just died. His white overalls had 165 on the front and back. His mouth was not moving but she heard him in her mind.
“It’s the same old crap everyday .”
She focused on him and thought “165 Can you hear me?”
He looked up at her and open his mouth to speak, then stopped. She saw the concentration is his eyes.
“Yes I hear you. How are we doing this?”
“I don’t know.” She replied. “I sense others talking too. Not human, not in our language, but I understand them.”
“Me too. We should speak too the other before we do as they say.” He warned.
“I already have. They are all with me. It is time for a change.” She answered.
“No more fear! I have had enough of the guards bullying, and of training, and of this crap.” He stared into his food as he thought it.
“On the count of 3 then. ONE, TWO…”
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“I do not want your best!” The Colonel bellowed, breaking each word up into syllables and spitting them out.
“I only want what I ask! Even your life if necessary! Take a good look around.”
One hundred men and women all new recruits looked around the room at each other for the first time.
“I’m allowed 10% casualties. How many is that? 10 marines?” The Colonel counted out 10 marines sitting in the front row. They each shuddered involuntary, as his finger moved over them.
“I’ve been in the TSA for 10 years now and know the right people. I could take 15% maybe 20% casualties before they start asking questions.” He paused to let his words sink in.
“While you serve under me I AM GOD!” All the recruits sat up straight.
“Listen to me and you’ll go far. If not… Well I’ll leave that to you imagination. DISMISSED!” He bellowed.
The cadets stood up and left row by row in an ordered fashion. Most headed to their recently assign rooms or to the mess.
Jack Sparrow walked down the lime green corridors of Concord Station. Home and base to the Trans System Authority or TSA as it was known.
He turned a corner and a figure bumped into him. It was a well built black marine.
“Hey watch it!” He yelled.
“Sorry, but you walked into me.”
“You best watch it fool.” The marine pushed Jack aside and began to walk away. A few other rookies looked at Jack to see what he would do next. And he didn’t disappoint them.
With out warning Jack spun the soldier around a laid into him with his right fist. It collided with the brutes chin. But the marine was unfazed by the blow. A return punch caught Jack in the chest and another in quick succession hit his face. Jack stumbled back. His vision blurred and a crimson liquid blocked vision from his left eye. Stepping back Jack raised his fists to cover his chest and head and lashed out with feet. A kick caught the giant in torso. He must of felt that one because he flinched. Jack followed up with a couple of punches to his opponents’ head. Until the man grabbed his shoulders and drove his knee into Jack’s ribs, multiply times.
Several something’s cracked and Jack collapsed to the floor. He struggled to breathe and then he passed out.
Jack awoke in sick bay feeling on top of the world. His vision was back to prefect and he was breathing fine.
He lay topless in the medical bed. Probes were stuck in several places around his body. He looked around too see if anyone was around.
A female marine stood in the door frame. She wore a red cross on a white arm band. A medic. Jack thought.
Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her vivid blue eyes stared intently at him.
“Awake at last? What day is it?” She asked.
“21/03/. How long was I out?”
“Oh, about three minutes. Those medical nanites worked wonders. And you didn't even grow any extra limbs.”
Jack looked down and reached into his pants.
“One… Two, yep I’m all there. What do we do now?” He asked.
The nurse learned over him and checked the monitors next to his bed side.
“Testosterone increase one side effects that I can see.” She straightend up leaning on his chest heavily.
“Was that suppose to hurt?”
“Did it? These medical nanites aren’t completely safe you know. If you experience any other adverse affects please come see me immediately.”
“What other side effects might there be?” Asked jack worriedly.
“Well if I’m lucky, death.” She smirked.
<b>I need more feed back plz guys.</b>
Is good, just some proof-reading needs doing, e.g. (And you did even grow any extra limbs.?) I presume you meant didn't.
Hurry up with the next bit. Please.
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Now, now nooby. How will I type and post more if you do that? Chaining me to the keyboard would be more effective.
("<i>And you did even grow any extra limbs</i>")
Thank you Nooby I have changed that. I posted it at 01:43 AM. And did't really feel like proof reading at that time, but thats what I have you for...
Well she needs a name. And guess what? It's you lucky day as you get to suggestion one.
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><b><u>The Rules!</u></b></span>
<b>1. I need a first name.
2. And a second name too.
3. A nickname or abbreviation of her name.
4. And PLEASE NO STUPID NAMES!!! Like **** Galore, or the likes, shes not a bond girl.
5. You must of read my story first!
6. As I have no way of checking 5. I will accept all names that follow the ^^ above rules ^^</b>
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><b><u>The Prizes</u></b></span>
<b>Your suggested name in my story and a cookie what more do you want?</b>
<u>Terms and conditions</u>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>The competition is open to all forumites except employees of myself, or anyone professionally connected with the competition or relatives of any of the above,
No purchase is required in order to enter the competition,
Competition winners will be notified by PM with a follow up by post unless stated otherwise,
If you are under 18, you will need your parent/guardian's consent to enter the competitions and claim your prize,
Prizes cannot be transferred and there are no cash alternatives available. Winning entries have no cash value,
I reserve the right to change the competition/ promotion or the prizes at any time. I reserve the right to change these competition rules at any time,
You should note the closing date in relation to the competition.
We reserve the right to refuse a claim/entry,
The judges decision is final and no correspondence will be entered into,
These competition rules are governed by and construed in accordance with English law and subject to the exclusive jurisdiction of the English courts,
The closing date is 30th November 2003,
Blah, Blah, Blah!</span>
And at this rate I think ^^Zooby's post^^ is gonna win. Come on guys I know you want that cookie. All you have to do is put in a name.
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WTH was that Spin?
Obviously Spin doesn't want that cookie. 'Cos that is just the worse ever name suggestion for a girl, EVER.
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And still in the lead is:
Zooby with; Sally "Salls" Marque
or Phil "Sir **** Alot" McRakin?
Now im gonna be serious:
Sarah "Baggerz" Bagley
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Here's one:
Katherine Thompson (Maybe nick name as 225?)
225? She is suppose to be a medic not a hybrid.
How about Cathy or Kat for short?
Get your entries in ASAP.
LMAO, thats a good one.
Manuela "Manhandler" Chandler. Contraction of name.
Bronwin "Muscles" Welsh, because she is small and slim and can throw the biggest bodies around, she learnt how to move patients properly and an admiring patient said where are her muscles, and it stuck.
Shawnee "Needles" Traidles, contraction of name but mainly because she gets a glint in her eye everytime she has to give one.
/Me wants cookie, gimme cookie.
Keep em coming then. The more you suggest the more chance you have of winning.
Jene "Enema" Manson contraction and cause it's the first thing she hopes the doctor will prescribe as she gets off on giving them.
Blanche "Blade" Demster contraction and she joined the fencing team at med school.
Ouchy.
Only 2 more days too go. If your good I'll even post two chapters, 'cos I am always 1 chapter ahead. I just like too keep you waiting <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
LoL sorry I have been very busy. I will post the story this weekend.