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es0terika.livejournal.com in dark_rpFelix didn't like this, the comms had gone too quiet. He could only hear Uri and Hidoshi now as they moved through the ship, the comms signals from Johnson, Michaels, and Anders had all gone dead.
At least they had stopped the spin. When they had finally found the Cyclops she had been spinning badly on her central axis, God knows why, perhaps the launch of escape pods had started it but for now it was just another part of the mystery. The small ship was one of the fleet's many scouts and Marine Corps informants had been suspicious of cult activities on board for months, the crew were being watched. When the Cyclops didn't come back or check in after a routine ore prospecting mission alarm bells started ringing. His unit had been sent out to find her and bring the crew in for questioning. They had finally tracked her down to an asteroid field off the inner edge of the Kuiper Belt, drifting among the rocks and too close to the orbit of Pluto for his liking. So far they had found the Cyclops disconcertingly empty, the crew had gone, but in the last hour so had 3 members of their own search team.
It had been in 2070 when he left Earth for the last time, fresh out of the University of Toronto with a degree in Software Engineering, a masters in Occult Studies, and something to prove. The First Arcanotech War was over, thankfully he had been too young to be drafted but the scars from the conflict were all around, including the strangely elf-like black skinned Nazzadi that now lived among them. It was during this time that his life took the first of many left turns. Abandoning lucrative career aspirations in holo-design he turned instead toward the budding world of the occult. After studying at the university under some of the finest occult minds in the city he started to make his living as a freelancer, conducting research and investigations for those in need. That was how he met his wife, Catherine, she was headstrong and confident in all the ways he wasn't, and knew exactly what she wanted. They had fallen in love almost straight away. She was fascinated by him and his world, and he admired her for the things she believed in. She was a military pilot, and though her family was local she was headed for the stars. She had volunteered for the assignment, 5 years sentry duty on Mars. It was a quiet posting, the colony there was still small and had seen almost no fighting in the last war, but you had to leave everything behind. Only spouses could be brought along, and so only 6 months into their relationship and a month before she was due to complete her training they were married.
He was still trying to hack into the ship's LAI when he heard gunfire over the comms and decided to move out from the shelter of the airlock. The colonial marines trained you not to fire inside a ship unless you saw something and were sure you could hit it, ricochet's a killer not to mention hull breaches. He checked the clip on his GSL-MKII, readied it and moved out down the corridor, shunting himself along weightlessly as the lights flickered overhead. He could only hear Hidoshi now, and so made for the Cyclops' systems core from where the Japanese marine was saying it looked like a signal had been broadcast. The a deep metallic groan reverberated through the ship. It was likely just metal fatigue from the cyclops' previous uncontrolled spin and then sudden stop, at least that's what Felix told himself as he unconsciously quickened his pace, kicking off from a wall and down the next corridor. He heard gunfire again, this time it wasn't over the comms but came from round the next corner.
Life on Mars had been good, the colony had been small compared to Toronto and its arcology but there was a good sense of community there, and soon enough Felix was back to his freelance work in what passed for the Martian arcane underground while his wife flew patrols overhead. The skies had been quiet for years before they came and Felix had been happy, people even began to doubt that the alien masters spoken of by the Nazzadi even existed. Then one day everything changed.
The Migou fleet passed them and the other colonies by on their way to Earth, but they did destroy their defenses and shoot their ships out of the sky to make them soft targets for the return journey. He never got chance to say goodbye to Catherine, she just never came back, then all hell broke lose. Fire rained from the sky and the evacuation began, while the news carried images of even worse things happening on Earth. He hoped his family back home was OK and that they would collectively give these 'Migou' the hell that they deserved. Everything was lost, his home, his wife, his job. He joined the colonial marines not long after their flotilla left Mars, vengeance was all he wanted now, to kill and hurt the Migou in the same way they had hurt him, hurt Catherine, hurt everyone.
Felix wasn't taking any chances and swung round the corner weapon first. What he saw was blood, the bright red blood of Corporal Hidoshi sprayed around the systems room, and a large tentacled insect-like alien hovering there. He'd never seen one in the flesh this close before, he fired without thinking. The shots hit but pinged off the thing's armour and one ricocheted back down from the ceiling into his shoulder right at the join of his suit. He flailed in the air, and as he did so he noticed through the glasses that he had enchanted strange symbols glowing on the surface of the creature, symbols that were not visible to the naked eye. They reminded him of symbols they had seen drawn on the walls during of his unit's previous raids, they related to Hastur. He didn't know the Migou dabbled in such things, perhaps they too had cultists in their midst, perhaps those cultists had an arrangement with the human cultists that had come here aboard the Cyclops. The thing stabbed him on its way past with a viscous looking bladed device, the same thing it had killed Hidoshi with, before buzzing away on its strangely delicate looking wings. His suit was filling with blood but he summoned what strength he had left to push off after it. He caught up just in time to see the emergency doors close and the last escape pod blast off with a jolt that rocked the listing ship. Cursing, he made his way back to the airlock and on to their own ship. There was only him and the pilot left now. The pod had sped off, straight toward Pluto. He never found out what had really happened on board the Cyclops , but he hoped the human cultists got whatever they deserved.
Now, ten years since they had become refugees in their own solar system, he had adapted to life in the fleet. Permanently in space fleeing an enemy that was even now still bombarding and raping their homeworld, what wasn't to love. He had even taken up gardening and claimed a hydroponics bay as his own. In the marines he mainly served as an arcane investigator, though he had been trained in how to properly handle a weapon. Sometimes he made side money from private jobs or even made use of his old programming skills, but ultimately he was sure of only one thing, he was determined not to die until he had made the bugs pay for what they had done. Somehow, one day, he'd find a way.
At least they had stopped the spin. When they had finally found the Cyclops she had been spinning badly on her central axis, God knows why, perhaps the launch of escape pods had started it but for now it was just another part of the mystery. The small ship was one of the fleet's many scouts and Marine Corps informants had been suspicious of cult activities on board for months, the crew were being watched. When the Cyclops didn't come back or check in after a routine ore prospecting mission alarm bells started ringing. His unit had been sent out to find her and bring the crew in for questioning. They had finally tracked her down to an asteroid field off the inner edge of the Kuiper Belt, drifting among the rocks and too close to the orbit of Pluto for his liking. So far they had found the Cyclops disconcertingly empty, the crew had gone, but in the last hour so had 3 members of their own search team.
It had been in 2070 when he left Earth for the last time, fresh out of the University of Toronto with a degree in Software Engineering, a masters in Occult Studies, and something to prove. The First Arcanotech War was over, thankfully he had been too young to be drafted but the scars from the conflict were all around, including the strangely elf-like black skinned Nazzadi that now lived among them. It was during this time that his life took the first of many left turns. Abandoning lucrative career aspirations in holo-design he turned instead toward the budding world of the occult. After studying at the university under some of the finest occult minds in the city he started to make his living as a freelancer, conducting research and investigations for those in need. That was how he met his wife, Catherine, she was headstrong and confident in all the ways he wasn't, and knew exactly what she wanted. They had fallen in love almost straight away. She was fascinated by him and his world, and he admired her for the things she believed in. She was a military pilot, and though her family was local she was headed for the stars. She had volunteered for the assignment, 5 years sentry duty on Mars. It was a quiet posting, the colony there was still small and had seen almost no fighting in the last war, but you had to leave everything behind. Only spouses could be brought along, and so only 6 months into their relationship and a month before she was due to complete her training they were married.
He was still trying to hack into the ship's LAI when he heard gunfire over the comms and decided to move out from the shelter of the airlock. The colonial marines trained you not to fire inside a ship unless you saw something and were sure you could hit it, ricochet's a killer not to mention hull breaches. He checked the clip on his GSL-MKII, readied it and moved out down the corridor, shunting himself along weightlessly as the lights flickered overhead. He could only hear Hidoshi now, and so made for the Cyclops' systems core from where the Japanese marine was saying it looked like a signal had been broadcast. The a deep metallic groan reverberated through the ship. It was likely just metal fatigue from the cyclops' previous uncontrolled spin and then sudden stop, at least that's what Felix told himself as he unconsciously quickened his pace, kicking off from a wall and down the next corridor. He heard gunfire again, this time it wasn't over the comms but came from round the next corner.
Life on Mars had been good, the colony had been small compared to Toronto and its arcology but there was a good sense of community there, and soon enough Felix was back to his freelance work in what passed for the Martian arcane underground while his wife flew patrols overhead. The skies had been quiet for years before they came and Felix had been happy, people even began to doubt that the alien masters spoken of by the Nazzadi even existed. Then one day everything changed.
The Migou fleet passed them and the other colonies by on their way to Earth, but they did destroy their defenses and shoot their ships out of the sky to make them soft targets for the return journey. He never got chance to say goodbye to Catherine, she just never came back, then all hell broke lose. Fire rained from the sky and the evacuation began, while the news carried images of even worse things happening on Earth. He hoped his family back home was OK and that they would collectively give these 'Migou' the hell that they deserved. Everything was lost, his home, his wife, his job. He joined the colonial marines not long after their flotilla left Mars, vengeance was all he wanted now, to kill and hurt the Migou in the same way they had hurt him, hurt Catherine, hurt everyone.
Felix wasn't taking any chances and swung round the corner weapon first. What he saw was blood, the bright red blood of Corporal Hidoshi sprayed around the systems room, and a large tentacled insect-like alien hovering there. He'd never seen one in the flesh this close before, he fired without thinking. The shots hit but pinged off the thing's armour and one ricocheted back down from the ceiling into his shoulder right at the join of his suit. He flailed in the air, and as he did so he noticed through the glasses that he had enchanted strange symbols glowing on the surface of the creature, symbols that were not visible to the naked eye. They reminded him of symbols they had seen drawn on the walls during of his unit's previous raids, they related to Hastur. He didn't know the Migou dabbled in such things, perhaps they too had cultists in their midst, perhaps those cultists had an arrangement with the human cultists that had come here aboard the Cyclops. The thing stabbed him on its way past with a viscous looking bladed device, the same thing it had killed Hidoshi with, before buzzing away on its strangely delicate looking wings. His suit was filling with blood but he summoned what strength he had left to push off after it. He caught up just in time to see the emergency doors close and the last escape pod blast off with a jolt that rocked the listing ship. Cursing, he made his way back to the airlock and on to their own ship. There was only him and the pilot left now. The pod had sped off, straight toward Pluto. He never found out what had really happened on board the Cyclops , but he hoped the human cultists got whatever they deserved.
Now, ten years since they had become refugees in their own solar system, he had adapted to life in the fleet. Permanently in space fleeing an enemy that was even now still bombarding and raping their homeworld, what wasn't to love. He had even taken up gardening and claimed a hydroponics bay as his own. In the marines he mainly served as an arcane investigator, though he had been trained in how to properly handle a weapon. Sometimes he made side money from private jobs or even made use of his old programming skills, but ultimately he was sure of only one thing, he was determined not to die until he had made the bugs pay for what they had done. Somehow, one day, he'd find a way.
