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TitaniumAlloy
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posted March 01, 2005 07:46 AM
Edited By: TitaniumAlloy on 1 Mar 2005

Rox holstered his gun again. The train was still not moving, and he could hear the people in the next carriage getting restless.
The P.A. spoke up.

"Passengers of the Hover Train headed to Spaceport E. We apologize about the delay, the train had to be stopped for safety reasons. Workmen have inspected the area and identified the problem, and the threat is not serious in any form. The train should be up and running soon, and refreshments will be offered from the carts. Thankyou!"

Rox looked out the window, and a humming sound arose from below. The noise became louder and higher pitched and the train began moving once more. The scene outside the window quickly became a blur as the train moved into full speed. And when he gazed into the next carriage, to his surprise he could see Samantha sitting by herself.
Funny, he had half expected her to hide.

He went to stand up, but soon found that he was weak and feeling anxious, his hands began to sweat. He fell back down into the seat, breathing heavily. He flicked out his blade and cut open the stitching in his sleeve, and took out the small packet of powder. After the recent years Rox had found himself heavily addicted to Lotus, a strong narcotic inhaled in the mouth. Shaking, he poured a small amount onto his hand, but was interrupted by the carriage door opening. He dropped the powder on the floor and looked up to see a young female Argonaut in uniform entering the carriage.

”I’m sorry sir, but this is not a public carriage, and is restricted to staff attendants. Please move forward to one of the preceding carriages.”

Rox shoved the back into his sleeve. He always hated how they acted so nice.

”Oh.” He nodded. Luckily she did not notice the smashed window behind him. She turned around and opened a hatch in the wall taking out one of the carts of drinks.

Rox smiled, and reached into one of the numerous pockets on the outside of his jacket, and pulled out two small tablets, and also took out one of the coins he took from the Daniels’ boy. He went through the automatic doors, and sat down next to Samantha.
It’s a curious thing, sitting next to the person you know will soon be lifeless, which they know nothing about.
She seemed to be busying herself in a newspaper she had brought, seated in the aisle. In the window seat next to him was a La Ta, who simply nodded in greeting as Rox sat down.

Soon enough there was another rush of air as the automatic door opened again, and the Argonaut woman pushed the tray of drinks down the Aisle.

”Would you like a Freezer, ma’am?” She asked a woman sitting in the seat behind him.
”It’s a hot day, I’ll take one.”Samantha butted in.
Rox reached out with his coin.
”Make that two.” He smiled at Samantha, and paid for the drinks. As the lady handed them to him, he subtly dropped the two tablets into her cup and passed it to her.

”Thankyou.” She took a draft of her freezer, and placed it in her cup holder.

Not wishing to stay any longer, Rox pressed his hand to a device in his ear to appear as if he had received a call.
”What? You are? But I just bought- oh ok. I'll come up there now.”
He stood up, excused himself past Samantha and pushed past the attendant. No one thought that he could have only been talking to himself.

As he entered the next carriage, with a purposeful stride, he was content with what he had done when the first sounds of Samantha’s heart attack-like symptoms arose from behind him.
She would be dead within an hour.

Alistair said that he wanted chaos... Rox kept this in mind. But surely the mortuary would find out. A ‘heart failure’ of the controversial First Lady in perfect conjunction to the death of her son, some suspicions would have to arise. The traces of the tablet would be relatively easy to find, for someone who’s looking.
”Perfect for the job.” he smirked.

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posted October 09, 2005 09:02 PM

Duncan smirked at Alistair and walked to the one way window facing the rest of the mansion. "You have done well for yourself, Alistair. No one suspects a thing." He turned to gage the councilman's response.

"Ah, but Duncan. Surely you are aware that everyone on the Core has a motive. Even those self-proclaimed "virtuous" humans crave nothing more than power, only they see fit to hide that desire for some reason," he said, standing and joining Duncan's side. He turned to his assistant and continued, "Shall we expose Daniels, and therefore all humans, for what they really are?"

"Certainly," Duncan responded, maintaining his gaze out the window. He held out a memory sphere toward Alistair and finally answered his question. "Yeah, I got it all."

"Excellent," he responded, taking the sphere from Duncan. The Esprit played the events that had just transpired and placed the sphere into a hidden safe at the back of the room. Alistair had kept a record of all the things he had done to ensure that Daniels would never hold another office in the Core as long as he lived. Alistair would shift the blame to the President by killing his opponent's families one by one. Corrupt politicians never lasted long, and the assuming public would leap at the chance to report the cause of the strife that would no doubt rock the Core. All Alistair needed was to wait.

With his spheres, he would construct a biography detailing himself as the hero of the Core as he rushed to  remove the corrupt Daniels from power. He would lead the insurrectionists against Daniels' loyalists, and would seize power during the Chaos. The inhabitants of the Core had always prided themselves in their representative, yet stable, government, but it was obvious the masses could not be trusted with their own futures. Alistair would show them the errors of their ways.

Of course, he had thought of blackmailing the assassins into working for him, but it was never a good idea to exploit those types. They always found a way to get you in the end.

"Alright, Duncan. I'm off to make sure Anderson finds out about his unfortunate tragedy and responds accordingly," said the small Esprit, pushing the button to turn once again into Shingle. "You know what to do with the assassin."

"Certainly," said Duncan, and he disappeared into the door from which he had just come. A moment later, he returned with his own belt. Duncan pressed in the buckle and turned into Alistair's mirror.

"Perfect," Alistair said, and left for the human sector.
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posted January 20, 2006 11:42 PM

The annoying human returned and placed a bowl of sugar on the counter.
'Will this do?' he asked, looking as dumb as usual.
'Yes,' Garthrax clicked. 'Now, don't you have anything to do? Something... elsewhere?' Garthrax enquired, trying to contain his anger.
'Woah, don't lose your head! Hey, that reminds me of this ancient flick I saw this one time, where there was this immortal guy, who...'
Garthrax dived with his head into the bowl of sugar, trying to shut the idea of humans even existing out of his mind, at least for a moment. One moment. Is that too much to ask for?
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posted January 23, 2006 07:01 PM

As Alistair entered the human sector, he placed a hood over his head. Though his illusionary disguise was still intact as well, he thought it necessary to maintain complete anonymity should complications arise. He approached the gate attendant and asked where he could find the man's master.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Anderson just left," the attendant stated smugly, as if proud of the fact. "He received a letter just now, which he read as if of dire consequence, and then left in a hurry."

"Where did he go?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot tell you this."

"May I come in?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Then will you deliver this package to Mr. Anderson for me? Tell him it's from an old friend."

The butler looked down through his rose-colored spectacle, then took to inspecting the package. As he reached to open it, Alistair stopped him and stated that it was for his master's eyes alone.

"If that is the case, then we cannot accept it. Master Anderson is on high alert right now, due to his candidacy for president of the human world. I cannot help you." The gate closed and locked. "Good day, sir."

Stubborn old fool, the Esprit thought to himself, but his game wasn't up quite yet. "Fine," he said, drawing his newly altered memory sphere upon which he had transcribed the altered recordings of his dealings with Hroximo, doctored to seem as if Daniels himself had hired the assassin. "I suppose this won't be of any interest to you, then. I truly thought it would have been, though, seeing how it could win your election." The butler turned around slowly and walked cautiously back toward the gate. Alistair handed him the sphere.

The butler looked down at the small, round object, then back up again to question what this great secret was, but there was no one there. Alistair had left the old man alone to answer his own questions.

He turned on the sphere.
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posted January 24, 2006 09:33 AM

'5:30 SCT. Hopewell Centre.' Rox read the message from his handport once more.

He looked up.
A sign read Hopewell Centre in big letters just up ahead, Rox began wondering who would meet him to hand over the money. He had is backup plan if anything were to turn disastrous.


Hopewell Centre was a medical centre of the Core, a large white building surrounded by various coridoors which would lead to the various sectors.

Suddenly the cold, round metal of the end of a pistol pressed up against his bald head.

"Don't. Move."
The muffled voice of the holder of the gun.

A human wearing a black suit and cloth to conceal his identity stepped forward as Rox raised his arms in futility. Another kept the gun pressed to his head. The man in the black took all his possessions and cast them aside.

How had he not heard them?

"What do you want? Take them, I don't care. You have no idea who you're doing this to." Rox said, disgusted with himself.

"Shutup or I will splatter your stone loving blood all over my associate. Now I don't want to ruin his uniform, so for the both of us do as I say."
It was a human voice, perhaps those working for Daniels.
Rox nodded. A cloth was pressed to his face, covering his mouth and nose, and with a sharp intake of breath he lost conciousness.

The dragged his body through the autodoor from which they came.
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posted September 01, 2006 07:31 AM

"What of this feud between Daniels and Anderson now? What will your next move be, Alistair?" Duncan asked, a bit irate over his lack of information concerning this latest plot. His consort usually told him everything, shared information with a trusted advisor as he would a lifelong friend. Duncan knew his dealings with Alistair were professional and nothing more, for the former councilmember elected to keep everyone at a distance, be they friend or foe. Alistair was a great mystery, so deep and so profound that Duncan sometimes doubted whether even his employer knew which step he would take next. That's why Duncan stayed around: each new plot was an exciting journey into the dark heart Alistair so closely guarded.

Alistair looked at his accomplice, seemingly pondering this question as he turned it over in his mind. "We'll simply let things pan out."

"No more involvement?"

"None."

An uncomfortable silence hung in the room for a while before Duncan finally broke the silence again.

"And...if it doesn't work?"

Alistair ignored him, focusing his gaze downward. It was readily apparent that something was bothering the little Esprit, something bigger than even the election. What it was, Duncan could not deduce, but he'd known Alistair long enough to realize that the silence meant that no more explanation would be given. They would, for now, wait and let whatever happened happen. This was a rare side of Alistair, and it scared Duncan when excitement should have driven him to pursue more. For now, Duncan was silent.

He would not wait as Alistair had commanded, however. Stopping to shoot a remote glance back at Alistair, he slowly left the room. There was still more to be done.

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Alistair let Duncan leave him alone with his thoughts. Duncan was not aware that Alistair knew of his treachery, but the former councilman was not surprised, either. His apprentice had learned deception from the best of the best, and it would often come to follow that a pupil would rise against his teacher and attempt to surpass him. Duncan was wily, though, he knew he still had more to learn but he had kept up his charade since shortly after the election had been lost. Apparently, his faith in the invincible effigy Duncan had created of Alistair had faltered, and his loyalties as well. He would surely pay in time.

Duncan's ruse had worked until Alistair returned from his venture to meet his assassin. Gossip coursing through the Core made it apparent that the deed had been done, but Hroximo was nowhere to be found. Alistair had prided himself upon being able to read people up until now, and he knew this assassin would not have been late, whether intentionally or not. Hroximo loved the work and he loved the pay, and that was why Duncan chose him. The assassin would have shown if he could have, and only one person would have known where he was to stop him. Yet, he still needed proof, and with it the assurance that he was right. Questioning Duncan meant questioning his own judgment, and that was not something Alistair was prepared to do.

He called Duncan's holophone...no answer. Surely overseeing some other aspect of the mansion, preparing for Alistair's return. He would simply go back earlier than he'd intended. The Esprit was never unsure of himself, and this new uncertainty both surprised and frightened him. Doubt lingered where confidence once stood. He had to clear Duncan's name or else his decline would continue.

Alistair arrived just in time to see Duncan enter the mansion, a place he should have been the entire time. A hoverbike started nearby, but Alistair could not catch a glimpse of the figure before it had fled. Shingle had never enjoyed the company of visitors, for he was a miser to the end and enjoyed his solitude. Everything pointed to Duncan's betrayal. There was only one place left to check.

Duncan had been fitted secretly with a picochip that measured his neuropathways and reflected his thoughts to those who knew how to interpret the brain activity. Alistair pulled a small, long device out of his pocket and pointed it at the mansion. There was no signal at all, even though he'd had seen Duncan enter the mansion himself. This was the first time Alistair had found himself using the device beyond the initial tests that it was functional, leaving plenty of time for removal if the chip was discovered. He had been thorougly foiled.

"So this is emotion..." he thought, seething. The cold and calculating Esprit was angry.

He entered the mansion.
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posted October 01, 2006 05:47 PM

For the first time, he felt fear.


Never before had the thought even crossed his mind, he was always in control. His cleverness sprung from a life of desperation, uncertainty hence a factor which never seemed to intervene.

But Rox was entirely in the dark. No sound, no sight, his only sense was equilibrium. His body bruised and numb, this was only enough to let him know that he had either travelled a fair distance on a private carriage to another sector, or even worse; he had been removed from the Axis altogether.

It was this thought which stung him the most. He had no memory of anywhere else except the Axis, the bustling, soulless collaboration and collision of cultures, commerce and power.

To first experience an emotion is like being born once more. He was no longer certain about anything. Composure was impossible. How could he escape, when he couldn't even know if he had control of his own body?

Roximo was live, but that didn't seem to matter. He felt colder, he must have been sweating under whatever was binding him still.

There was no use in struggling; his skin was completely numb, he could have no measure of it's effect and would surely only lead to more violence on his captors part.


Emotions flooded in, as if the gateway of confidence had been destroyed, leaving his mind unbarred and unguarded. Anger, at himself, at his captors, grief at his impossible situation, but mostly confusion.


There was a sudden rush of light as he was unblindfolded. Barely being able to make out an ominous silhouette in front of him, he couldn't call the light blinding as it was an improvement on his predicament... Rox didn't even have the chance to laugh at the irony before a voice spoke up.


"If you fear me now, Hroximo... time will tell whether you are right in doing so."

And his world went dark once more...
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