by Doc 42 » Sun Aug 24, 2008 3:50 pm
Thara's eyes flicked between Grevious and Serephir then to Blaze.... unsure of what should be done... Then a hissing disembodied voice whisspered into the radio in his ear "You know what I am?" Thara barely managed to resist jumping in shock, his hud showed a new contact. He cursed himself for not finding out everyones personal radio information earlier. He whisspered into his mic, thanking the airtight balistic shield for hiding his voice from the others. "...Yes... I do..." The voice hissed in a tone of satisfaction "Finally... Took you long enough, Thara.... I've been dropping hints for the last 4 hours. For a while I thought it was hopeless." Thara replied, gritting his teeth "Where are you?" The voice teased "Nearby... in this very room... I could be OOM-6... I could be sneaking around in Xander's mobile... orrrrr I could be probeing plucky young blaze's gauntlet... Take your choice...."
Thara waited for a moment, thinking. He was sure Blaze was the one, but he didn't want it to know that. He said "Xander's mobile" The voice released hissing laughter before answering "No......" Then the radio connection cut off. A short ringing came into his ear and the icon of a phone appeared at the side of his hud, automatically being answered.
The same voice crackled through "but now I am!" laughter rang through the call and the icon slid away, the ai hanging up on him... gone from Xanders phone...
Thara swore. What he had just learned was good and bad. Good, it wanted him to notice it, therefore it wasn't planning on killing him directly, at least not yet. The bad, it was seemlessly infiltrateing the entire team. It was impossible. No mere program could do such a thing... Without a wireless connection, some form of transport... Maybe it had used wireless, just hidden its presence. He didn't know. One of the few things he knew about the Mind's was that they broke a good deal of the rules behind robotics....
Meanwhile, on Ka'roll, the koultian warriors had drifted apart, all climbing down different parts of the tunnel, having been lulled into a false sense of security.... One soilder, quite distant from the others, was moving at quick pace. Suddenly his foot kicked through air and he dropped, his hands digging into the rock before tearing a chunk off and falling away. He landed with a thump into a small tunnel inside of the shaft which had caused his short fall... He cursed over the radio "Argh! I hate this god damn place! just nearly dropped...." He begun getting to his feet, his suit having protected him from any harm...
The Cypher was floating in a low orbit, ready to make for the ground at the first signs of combat.... He had already decided what to use. In space, his arms were disigned to work together, forming a tunnel with which he could launch plasma bursts thousands of miles in seconds flat. But on ground, he could just use both arms independantly, firing without charging up. It wouldn't be a quarter of the power of his space solution but it would be more than enough to shred the tyranid hordes..

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