Howl, Zankantou! (Shroud II - MK/Sess)

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The wrath of God, and the sword of man.

Down, down came the crashing apocalypse, the sky turned a bloody ruby that swirled and churned.

The Thrudgelmir shot up in response, a lone, glittering point of light headed on an inexorable collision course with the artifact of doom.

Not only was the event witnessed by those below, on the smoke-cowled towers of the Great Axion, but all across Hong Kong and Lantao Island. Men and women fled for their lives, or stopped and watched, some knowing all too well there was no way to outrun what was coming... And waited. The star reached its apex, uniting with the burning meteor in a glimmering helix that crested the horizon.

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The Zankantou slashed out, carving through the superheated air with the force of a God. The sense of the impact reverberated all through its frame, the searing heat scorching its hide, its sheer destructive force, its inevitability challenging the Machine Cells that stubbornly held their ground, metalflesh mending and binding as quickly as it was seared away, the ironwrought beast unwilling to give way. Two possibilities struggled against one another, each trying to force its way, to assert a new future for those below... or a dramatic finale.

It shook with such terrible fury that Roman must have felt as though his arms were going to be torn free from their sockets as he gripped the controls, as the colossal blade dug deep into the satellite, sending bright blue cracks all along its surface.

A moment passed. Two.

Still, the onslaught did not abate - perhaps, he had been too late?

But then-

A noise, audible over even the screaming of burning ozone. A great rumbling and cracking, like the shattering of a thousand glass windows, reverberating all through the Thrudgelmir.

A brilliant blue light, like thunder cast from the arm of Zeus, shot through the satellite, turning the skies from burning red to frigid cerulean in a split second... and the structure at last shattered.

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No gradual collapse was this, no slow work of time's keen edge, but an internal explosion of pure power that sent tiny rockets of steel scattering into the ocean below, a catastrophic thunderstorm turning even the titanic metal plates that had made up its seemingly impenetrable hide being rent and torn asunder above the participants heads. It was like being trapped in the most dynamic, terrible cyclone in all of history, all of it lit by the thundercrack-like explosion of the satellite's core.

Its strange light cast the battlefield in a curious white, as the silent storm roared overhead. Few present could contemplate the significance of what had taken place that day, how it - and they - would be cast in the pages of history thereafter... But for the moment, at least, there was peace.

The battle was won...

But the war for Earth... had only begun.
 

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As plasma coiled about the Thrudgelmir, seemingly hanging still in the air Roman sighed, well. That was the closest he'd ever come to death by meteorite. In fact a lot of them nearly went the way of the dinosaur just because some idiot thought it was a good idea to drop that thing on their heads.
But one thing was sure, it was one hell of an adrenaline rush. One he was not inclined to repeat.

As if on cue, gravity seemed to take notice that the Thrudgelmir was yet in the air and implore that it should descend. Or maybe, just maybe, the strain Roman had put it through had gotten to it at long last as the thrusters on the machine's back finally gave in and caused it to drop to the earth like a sack of bricks. The blade would be the first thing to fall down, the weapon embedding itself in the ground as if it was the mythical sword in the stone, waiting to be pulled out by the worthy whereas its wielder simply collided with the ground.

As such a crater had been left in the wake of the colony drop, it just hadn't been caused by said colony drop. Inside however Roman reeled his head backwards, the descent had been less pleasant than the ascent and that had nearly pressed him into the damn chair.
But, at least one thing still worked. The comms and as such Minerva would get herself a message.

"Well, I didn't bite it. Can't speak for the hunk of metal that was gonna kill us all though." He said with a laugh.
 

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Oddly, anxiety was the dominant thing that Minerva felt watching the satellite collide with the Thrudgelmir. The palpable tension in the air drew her stomach tight with a wave of nausea attempting to stifle the wildly fluttering butterflies in her stomach. For all the sensory stimuli around her, the world felt unnaturally still, silent, and bland. Several minutes was more than enough time to analyze the feelings, but attention rightly lingered on the massive satellite hanging in the air in a desperate battle against one lone man. For a fleeting moment, she wished she was on the ship and with her father.

Then, finally, something gave way. The hanging meteorite was no more, reduced to chunks and shrapnel that rained down around the singular still form in the air. Minerva's grip on the controls of the Caper eased, the relief only momentary before protesting pangs of inconvenient pain radiated up the back of her hands and wrist. Her jaw tightened, cheeks painted with a light blush of frustration. How could she have been so weak minded to allow fear in? She could never feel that again, not for that man...

She cast those thoughts aside, the Caper dashing forward to aid the Thrudgelmir to safety. The pink mech wrapped it's arm under the Thrudgelmir, using it's own power to take most of the strain for Roman. A slight smile crossed the young girl's lips hearing Roman's voice. Relief was evident in her voice. "Good, I'd hate to have to try to feed people to Cuddles for your death. We're still not sure if he makes messes and I'd be the one to clean it up. How bad is your machine damaged?"
 

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Roman let go of the controls, his hands still shaking even with the massive decline done. That was enough excitement for one day he figured. Underneath his pilot suit he was covered in bruises for now he felt nothing but come morning.. Yeah that would be rough. But that was a problem for future Roman, now he was glad to have survived at all. Also that Minerva caught him, that would have been an uncomfortable impact.

"Yeah it'd suck to have to clean up after something that size. Don't envy you if Cuddles over there can cause a mess like that." As he spoke he monitored the screens, yeah that was a lot of damage. Nothing the regeneration couldn't fix but he'd had that on max for a while and instructions were clear to not have it on the maximum output for too long.

"Well damage is nothing it can't repair itself. But it's gonna take a while." As Roman continued he adjusted the settings for the regeneration, setting it on low for now and then lay out in his chair, letting out a sigh.
"Seriously though, who the fuck drops a satellite on an active battle site?" He lamented. His left hand going through his hair, "I might want to borrow cuddles to feed whoever thought that was a good strategy to him. Or if you got any good ways to make someone suffer for as long as possible before then I'd love to hear them."

Roman grunted as he rotated his right shoulder. "Thanks for the catch though."
 

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"Yeah it'd suck to have to clean up after something that size. Don't envy you if Cuddles over there can cause a mess like that."
"To our knowledge he cannot cause such a mess. He does cause other kinds of messes. Collatoral damage, wanton destruction, stepping on people... He doesn't even need to eat, so we don't know where anything he ingests goes. How bad is your machine?" She shrugged and eased the Thrud down to set it on solid ground, a slow process to keep it from making too jarring a landing.

"Well damage is nothing it can't repair itself. But it's gonna take a while."
Minerva frowned, glancing back to the Axion. Perhaps he would be safe if they allowed the pilot to rest for a bit. He DID just save their butts from a fiery death. And they all owed her one for saving them from Ashley's wrath. She was going to call each and every one of them for that debt too. She drummed a finger on the console, weighing the merits of this...

"Seriously though, who the fuck drops a satellite on an active battle site? I might want to borrow cuddles to feed whoever thought that was a good strategy to him. Or if you got any good ways to make someone suffer for as long as possible before then I'd love to hear them."
"There's the usual methods," She answered absently, "Waterboarding, death by a thousand cuts, rat torture, Scaphism, Slow feeding of toxic metals or poisons, injection of various chemicals such as bleach or lye..." Her cheeks reddened. Now he'd think she was crazy, perfect! She was, definitely, unhinged in some way of course. She'd admit that. But most of that knowledge was obtained from curiosity, not intent to use.

"You're welcome for the catch..." She squeaked out in a demure tone. This was going so poorly. She bit the bottom of her lip to force herself into composure and opened the link to the Axion. A deep breath and she mellowed out her tone to a dull one, albiet with a crack of embarassment at first, "Dylan, We should allow this unit time to rest aboard the ship if he wishes. He did just save us from a satalite. And you owe me."
 
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"He did... and that suit is very unique. I read a paper on self-regenerating materials a few years back, but this is something else. Tell you what, we'll make a deal. He gets to avoid being shot, if I get a piece of that machine for analysi-"

Dylan's voice was interrupted by a burst of static, the line being cut from the other end. He glanced upwards, coming face to face with Katri - her face a picture of pure rage. With everything that had gone wrong today... 'harbouring a terrorist' was the final straw in a truly titanic haystack.

"No. No. We are not allowing a literal terrorist onto the ship, Couch. I don't care what sort of mad science you're planning, but you won't be able to do any of it from inside a Directory jail. There are lines, Dylan. And I doubt we'll have much goodwill left when Ashley ends up cleaving through a directory patrol - or worse."

Her concerns were brushed aside with a wave of Dylan's hand. While his near-death experience had certainly been a fright, it wasn't enough to affect his judgement yet. Judgement of Ashley's character, or judgement that his solution for any unexpected directory intervention would blow up in his face. But whereas before he was willing to ignore her with a smile on his face, if Katri was going to refuse a direct order she'd need to be properly convinced. Or at least gotten out of the way.

"Psh. She'll probably go work out her anger on the terrain, and we can track her down and pick her up later. But she's not the concern right now. Besides, if the Directory shows up we just claim we captured him and hand him over. Just make sure he can't tear his way out of the hangar - if you're so worried about our safety, go down there and deal with it."

Katri wasn't willing to believe him. But for once, part of what Dylan said actually made sense. If that fool was going to let the enemy machine into the hangar, they needed defences in place and a way to apprehend the pilot. She grabbed the intercom to call out an announcement of her own, then took off for the hangar in question.

"Okay, get the hangar open. All security teams above half strength need to be in that hangar yesterday - if it attacks, light it up. We've had enough close shaves for the rest of our lives, I do not want this left to chance!"

The battered and seared door of one of the Resolution's hangars slowly began to shift and groan, tearing itself open to reveal the Scorpion's former hangar - mostly empty in the Mech's absence, barring a few scattered groups of armed men setting themselves up on the fringes. DEI wasn't taking any chances with this one.
 

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As he rotated his left shoulder, now that he knew the right one wasn't dislodged he noted Minerva's input on how to deal with his little issue. Appreciating that she set his machine down on the ground. Smiling as she answered his gratitude, though from her list a few stood out to him.
"Scaphism? That was the one with the boats right?" He mused "Though waterboarding a classic.. Maybe I could mix a few? Still, thanks for the suggestions."

Putting that question aside for the time as Dylan put forward the deal, Roman thought for a moment he had the time considering the comms went all static-y from the ship for a while. How much did he care about Dylan having a piece of the Thrud? Frankly seeing as there were already pieces of it scattered around he did not care all that much, after all they were pretty available if you knew where to look.

"Sure, but you only get it once I am ready to leave, call it insurance." He replied to Dylan as the hangar door went open, "And long as your welcoming party over there doesn't try to pepper me full of holes or cuff me I'll even be a nice guest as a bonus."

Immediately afterwards he switched back to the line with Minerva, while still listening in on if the big ship he had carved like a birthday cake earlier had anything more to say.
"If they get trigger happy I'll probably have to break a few on the way out, I'll try to avoid too much permanent damage if they do though." With his hands back on the controls he began to move the Thrud forward, after one step though he added something.
"Oh yeah, seeing as we don't need to pretend to want to kill each other for the time being. The name's Roman-" A bit of an awkward pause followed on his end "So, you wanna take the lead back or should I?" He asked, he was entering her hunting grounds and while he knew Dylan was 'in charge' he cared about her rules and not his. Whatever Minerva answered he would go along with, to him this was common courtesy.

Upon arriving in the hangar the Thrudgelmir would crouch down, those on foot would behold quite the spectacle as in front of their eyes as they could see the machine repair itself slowly but surely. Perhaps a sight of awe, perhaps of terror or indifference. Sometimes the pop of bent metal resuming its normal shape echoed through the empty hangar. Roman himself would exit out the back of the machine, looking down at the security teams below. Counting the number of barrels aimed at him as he descended down.

"So, any rooms with a view left?" was the question he threw out into the reception.
 

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Vertalis finally felt like breathing was a thing again. How long had he been holding his breath? Time was an odd thing when your life was in eminent danger apparently. A few seconds could feel like minutes, and minutes dragged for hours. Thankfully, the enemy unit stopped the utter destruction falling down on them. He sank down in his seat and ran his hand across his face, wiping the cold terror sweat away.

But the Thrud survived it's encounter. Tension filled the room again, or so it felt. Maybe it was just him feeling the anxiety and weight of the enemy surviving a stand off with a falling satellite. And Minerva was... Helping him?! She even requested they harbor him! And Dylan was entertaining the idea!

Though he agreed with Katri, he was not about to vocalize it. The man wouldn't listen anyway, not with the tempting tech in front of him. If they could replicate that and apply it to their own weapons... The older man forced himself up out of his chair and made his way down to the hangar bay to retrieve his daughter, lost in thought and plans.



"Scaphism? That was the one with the boats right? Though waterboarding a classic.. Maybe I could mix a few? Still, thanks for the suggestions."
"Y-yeah. It is..." She blushed. Blushed! What must he think of her knowing those torture methods! But worse, she CARED about what he thought of her knowing it! And Ashley had abandoned them, so now she had no one to open up to about this! What the hell was going on in her head?!

"He did... and that suit is very unique. I read a paper on self-regenerating materials a few years back, but this is something else. Tell you what, we'll make a deal. He gets to avoid being shot, if I get a piece of that machine for analysi-"
Yes! A distraction! Just what she needed. She might just make him laxative laced cookies tonight instead of poison laced cookies for saving her from her own thoughts. Of course the crew was going to oppose the idea, it was what she had expected. She had expected to have to turn Cuddles on them to coerce them into agreeing. In the interim, she addressed Roman, "I would not trust that man if I were you. He'll be trying to replicate your machine if you give him the opportunity. He has... his kill count from his experiments."

Surprisingly, the hangar opened, lined with armed security. Minerva was quite surprised that the crew relented. all the better for it. She liked... some of them. Not all of them, but enough that she didn't want anyone except Dylan and her dad to die horribly, preferably at her hands. Cuddles began to make it's way back to the Resolution.

Oh yeah, seeing as we don't need to pretend to want to kill each other for the time being. The name's Roman-"
"Minerva." She smiled, blushing again. Stop that! Stupid stupid face. "I would appreciate it if... you could play along with me inside. I have to play the demure perfect little obedient angel... I just pretend to be simple to keep the act up." She sighed and started toward the hangar herself. The Caper ran it's hand over Cuddles' back affectionately, almost like it was a beloved pet. To Minerva, it was a beloved pet, a glorious chaotic beautiful pet. That maybe needed a paint job. That color scheme was horrible. The caper being bright pink... yeah that needed a paint job too.

Minerva climbed out of the caper and down onto the cat walk. She straightened out her lab coat and hair. Her hands were hidden by the silky white gloves that disappeared into the depths of the oversize lab coat, much like one would expect a woman to wear at a tea party. Almost immediately, an older, slightly taller man in a lab coat and scrubs scooped her up into a tight hug. She did not react, letting him dote on her with a distant gaze and half lidded eyes. He wouldn't dare yell at or chastise her for disobeying him earlier. He was just glad she was safe and blah blah blah. Thank genetics her looks favored her mother.
 
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"I'm sure they can be trusted to maintain proper self control, but I'll be down once the Resolution is airborne again to check in. Oh, and if it isn't too much trouble I'd like to know who you got it from! A proper supply would allow us to skip a great deal of the usual testing."

Dylan's voice echoed out one last time as Roman was allowed into the hangar, but for now he couldn't simply drop everything and visit - no matter how much the man wanted to. Someone needed to summarise the events of today, and for now? Apparently that had to be him.



"There's a great one from the Airlock - but the brig isn't too bad either."

Katri stepped forward from within the crowd, lowering her own pistol for now as the watching guard teams spread out. They were still more than prepared for a fight, but the giant machine that used to be the main threat was now technically inactive. Inactive, but not truly immobile. It was plain to see why Dylan wanted it, but...

Could he be be trusted wth it?

"Listen here, Terrorist. If the directory figures out you're here and starts asking questions, I won't even blink as I hand you over. It's in your best interest not to cause any trouble, but if there's anything we can do to get you off this ship faster?"

She tried to force a smile, but it wasn't exactly friendly. While her previous statements had been threats, the rest was delivered with the sort of bored resignation of a workplace safety briefing.

"Just tell someone and we'll do our best to provide it. Don't eat any pills off the floor, and if you see red liquid on a surface - don't touch it. Unless you want to end up like the Scorpion's pilot, but at that point shooting you would be a mercy."
 
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Before hopping down he did confirm he would go along with Minerva's request no need to blow her cover esp since he owed her.

He looked over the welcoming party of armed men and women. Notably the one who stepped forward with fantastic suggestions. You know, if they weren't horrible suggestions.
"Really now no reason to throw around names, I'm wasn't calling you all war profiteers and amoral bastards the second I came out of that hatch either." He looked over the woman the faintest hint of smugness painted on his features.
"Though I guess if the options are a view or luxury I'll take luxury, unless you guys treat everyone who hops on by after saving you from falling space stations like this."
They could bet their asses he would hang that over their heads for the duration of his visit.

"You're welcome by the way. At least two of you here was raised right and I'm surprised one of them was the guy who decided shooting the spectators was a good idea." Yeah, he had just called Dylan more civilized than the lot of them down here. Aside from Minerva of course as she had nicely invited him in. Though he didn't know how deep it would sting, given his impression of pointdexter up there his guess was quite deep.
"But I did say I would be a nice guest so I'll hold true to that. So thanks for the warning on all the work hazards over here."

He gave a smile and at the very least tried to walk off in the direction of Minerva, he'd see if the guard captain lady would stop him or not but he expected them to cling around him like an angry swarm of bees at best. Still, you never know without trying.
 

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Minerva slipped out of her father's overbearing affections to go to Roman's side. She looked up at Katri with that dull blank look she usually gave the woman. "I will take responsibility for him while he is on the ship. Cuddles will ensure that Dylan behaves himself when it comes to his machine." A flicker of a dark glare, a hint of promised violence should someone overstep their bounds.

Minerva turned to look up at the DAMON, "Guard Roman's mech. No one goes near it." Cuddles gave a loud rumbling growl in response. Hopefully, the counter program she had installed in the control device kept anyone from overriding it. The things she could get away with just by acting like a mental invalid.

She glanced up at Roman and started leading him on a small tour of the ship. "She was not lying about the pills and ooze. There was a lot of testing on what the byproducts of the sphere Ashley has. Unfortunately it is also addicting." She lowered her voice, intending only to be heard by Roman, "Her attempt on Dylan's life was entirely justified. Potentially the crew for allowing the experiments to continue."




Vertalis stared at Minerva and Roman as they walked off, his brain slowly processing everything. No. Not quite processing. He turned to Katri, the rare look of utter bafflement played across his face, "What the hell just happened?"
 
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Dylan? Civilized?

That drew an uncharacteristic laugh from Katri, but she didn't question it to his face. A day on this ship and he'd probably try to kill the guy as well. She made a mental note to try to arrange some sort of meeting between them - it seemed like the fastest way to get him off the ship. At least for now.

"There's always going to be a guard nearby all the same - Run to him if anything bad happens. I'll make sure Dylan doesn't pick a fight with your.. pet."

Katri turned to Vertalis once they'd gone, giving her best shrug in return. She'd given up trying to make sense of the day to day happenings, and instead kept her focus on making sure nothing backfired spectacularly. It wasn't perfect - Ashley's breakdown was an obvious failure - but it mostly minimized the amount of people dead or imprisoned.

"I have absolutely no idea. She's your kid, you know her better than I do. Same with.. whatever the hell you did to domesticate that DAMON."

Seriously, who thought giving the kid a giant monster was a good idea?
 

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Roman gladly let himself be guided by Minerva, currently she was the only one on this ship he actually liked let alone got along with. And he figured they both knew they would get along great during his stay with the DEI. On his way out he would give the guard captain lady a wave without looking their way.
"Have fun with your war profiteering." He remarked on his way out.

As Minerva informed him that all that Katri had said was true he gave a nod.
"Kinda figured but good to be sure, normally when people don't want you to go do something they just don't tell you about it in the first place. But for a genuine warning that's a pretty good way to tell." he matched her volume as the tour began

It was a shame his pilot suit lacked pockets otherwise those hands would be firmly inside those pockets right now. But well, he just about had the best body guard he could for his mech and frankly, he wasn't really planning to let pointdexter have any part of his mech that mattered.
His plan for leaving was to just hand the bastard some pillow fluff from his seat or something in a canister you can't look into, a note nestled inside reading "should've asked for which part of the mech it had to come from". Speaking of Dylan.

"And from the sounds of it, Ashley is the gal that just ran off. Called dibs on pointdexter I take it and even otherwise you don't get that kinda hate thrown at you for nothing." He paused for a moment, one thing Minerva had said sticking out to him "But, uh, what do you mean by its a byproduct of her 'sphere'?"
He guessed that wasn't some magic 8 ball voodoo but rather some genuine thing that he needed to keep an eye on, especially if it made highly addictive drugs that left you better as a mercy kill.

Luckily he'd stayed away from the pills back home, so leaving these things be he could handle.
 

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"Kinda figured but good to be sure, normally when people don't want you to go do something they just don't tell you about it in the first place. But for a genuine warning that's a pretty good way to tell."
"Some people tell others so they go looking and do the opposite of what they're told. Katri is not like that though. ... Dylan on the other hand..." She let it hang in the air. It wasn't like there was much needed to catch there. And he was smart. Minerva led Roman up to one of the observation decks. It was the least likely place to cause trouble.

"And from the sounds of it, Ashley is the gal that just ran off. Called dibs on pointdexter I take it and even otherwise you don't get that kinda hate thrown at you for nothing." He paused for a moment, one thing Minerva had said sticking out to him "But, uh, what do you mean by its a byproduct of her 'sphere'?"
"Yes. Ashley is the one who I interfered with and fled. Yes. She has dibs on Dylan. She is... my friend." Was she her friend? Yes. Minerva was fond of the woman and enjoyed her company. She was tolerant and tolerable. Another doomed experiment on this hellish ship. "Dylan can't ever remember her name and he is terrible particularly to her. If anyone deserves to end him, it is her. I only stopped her because... it would have been the equivalent of shooting a fly with a canon. If her assault did not destroy the ship, the damage done would have rendered it inoperable at best. I do not like the idea of being stranded here."

Now how to answer the sphere question. She only knew about it by reading her father's files. They were confidential... and far 'above' her in terms of how her father viewed her. Yes, he knew she was intelligent, but he thankfully was under the impression she lacked the emotional and mental capacity to really handle anything he didn't instruct her on. She didn't quite care enough to leave it confidential... but... to protect Ashley...

"It is... the reactor. The byproduct is a toxin that induces rage."
 

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"Yeah okay pointdexter seems the type to fuck with you intentionally just to see if he could egg you on to make some stupid choice. I'll make a point to not accept anything he offers then, or anywhere he tells me to stay away from." He calmly followed her, footsteps echoing across hallways.
"But all the same if he's hers to down, and she's your friend you don't need to worry about me 'slipping' up on him. Same way I'm not stepping on your toes, so no worries."

"But a guy like him, no I don't think he forgets her name. I mean I wouldn't I'd just start calling someone by the wrong name to mess with them, see how they react and how I can get a ride out of them. And I think, someone like pointdexter who shot those weird sentries for fun? He's the same."
He'd cross his arms as he looked forward.

"But that sphere thing... That's messed up, like even for my doing of things. I'd push that thing into the deepest pit and bury it with pure concrete before shoveling dirt onto it to make it an unmarked grave. Ya know, to be discovered in ten thousand years by some poor fucks like an archaeological dig, then its their problem."
An addicting rage inducing 'sphere' yeah, that one could be shot into space and forgotten about.

"Anyways, that all aside, as your 'friends' seem to be eager to get me out of their hair and your friend has gone off I can call up some of my er... co-workers to see if they can keep a track on her if you want. To make sure she doesn't go off the rails too much."
 

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"That is an accurate assessment of Dylan Couch. He has little regard for human life. His experiments have gotten dozens killed. Personally, I think the man needs publicly executed." She scoffed, stopping to lean on a window and look out at the battlefield.

"I personally would like to shove it up Dylan's...." She frowned, avoiding the uncouth language, "Anyway. It wouldn't work. The hip opening isn't wide enough let alone the sphincter." She smiled up at Roman, a genuine soft smile, "I appreciate the offer. But how do I know they'll be as kind as you are? They may well just try to eliminate her or take the sphere, which... is dangerous. If that thing fell into the hands of someone ignorant of what it is and what it does... It'll be catastrophic if the data gathered from the experiments in controlled environments and quantities is an accurate indicator. Still. If you think they can be trusted, I would appreciate the assistance. But... I am well aware everything comes with a price. What's yours?"
 

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"Dozens for just experiments? Well I know someone who'd he get right along with in the worst possible way." He grunted, a scientist coming to mind but that was besides the point. "And yeah much as I'd like to do it for free, yeah I can't." he gave Minerva a slight smile. He leaned with his back to the wall, looking over his shoulder to her smile turning to a sigh.

"And co-workers is accurate mind you, not the folks outside there mind you but others." he was fine sharing this with her, considering he was already keeping a few of her secrets. "Actually trust able folks that won't drop a satellite in a hissyfit. Anyways, to make this a more equal exchange I think info for info is only fair? Kinda the same thing you seem to be doing for yourself anyways. You funnel info about DEI to us and we keep you up to date on your friend seems like a good one to me. Because yeah, not all of the folks back there are kind, but with that it means they got ample reason to not attack her. As a bonus for you I'll even throw in an IOU of sorts, if you want help you can call me up and I'll come as quick as I can."

He gave her a smile again, indicating the IOU was more a formality than anything. Something not needed in essence.
"If you have a different arrangement in mind fire away, I aint a master negotiator like some of my superiors but if it looks good enough for them with an 'advantage' for them and low risk they'll take it."
 

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She stared up at him, eyes half lidded and cold, as if searching him to the very soul. Silent and calculating...

"What kind of information?" She was definitely considering it. More than considering it. If she offed her father she'd be more than happy to steal all the research for the DAMON project and go with Roman. They didn't have the power to stop them. Not with cuddles under her control.
 

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"Current projects, latest prototypes. That kinda deal, of course we can skip the sphere for her sake, call that one a bit too classified to catch." He gave a wink. "Whatever you can, or have, gotten your mitts on will do the trick." The man pushed himself off of the wall with his leg and stepped closer to Minerva, looking over her out the window.
"Digital, paperback, etc etc. Anything from the thing you got on Cuddles to anything pointdexter's worked on since he first began, all that sort of stuff."

He took a step back, extending his hand towards Minerva.
"Do we have a deal?"
 

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She blushed at the wink, turning her head down to hide it from him. It got worse when he stepped up to her. "Current projects and prototypes, movements, plans... Nothing on myself, Ashley, or Cuddles." She glanced up at him, her face burning, "Cuddles is MY project and I will not give him up to anyone."