Event Timely Interruption

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  1. Morne du Plessis

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    The torpedoes had never been aimed at Tycho. Blue streaks accelerated at a rate that would have turned a human brain into a gruesome pancake. The advanced tracking modules had them dance a pattern lateral to the direction of travel, anticipating the stream of counter fire. A series of blue blasts surrounded the Martian ship and in a fraction of a second the battle was decided by the computing power of each side.

    Almost nothing remained of the Martian vessel by the time the Nephthys turned and burned to decelerate.



    Morné felt the shock of something else striking the station through his feet. He ignored the group to talk on his comms again.

    "What was that?" Morne asked.

    "Breaching pods. We're being boarded!"

    "The Behemoth?"

    "No, just Tycho."

    "Get their scientists to Behemoth was quick as possible. Make the docking tube a fortress." This was getting worse and worse. He hadn't felt this level of despair since being isolated on the bridge of Tycho with rival OPA factions breaching the doors.

    The lights flickered and faded.

    "Du Plessis, that thing just reached the reactor. We're losing power."

    Better and better.

    "They just boarded us. Double time." Morné shouted into the local channel. He ran as fast as he could, taking the stairs down several at a time.
     
  2. Zay Boussaa

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    // Communication interrupted// Lost ship//

    He widens his eyes and tears the earpiece out of his ear. Holy shit, they just destroyed the Dun!

    - Holy shit, they blew up the Dun!

    Vibrations are felt under his feet.


    - Damn it, they've deployed troops in the station! They're sure coming for the prisoners. What they know is too valuable!

    He takes a look at his marines.

    - Without the Dun, the evacuation of the delegation falls through. I can provide you with two marines. I keep one for myself and the other protects the delegation. Or.... They seem very precious to them. To the point of launching an attack of this magnitude. Which means they can't contunue their research without them! I'm not ordering anything, but

    Zay brings out a little smile and frown.

    - Their deaths could be beneficial. We already have the data, they're guilty of crimes against humanity and these assholes will have a serious defeat.

    He raises his arms up in the air to indicate that he is only proposing things. The tone of his voice remains calm and diplomatic. The kind of voice you use to listen to an audio book. A voice that seems to want to rock you, to communicate an idea to you without rushing or disturbing you.
    The windows of his HUD suddenly got inteint. Without the Dun, he no longer has any sources of information about what's going on outside. He raises a finger in the air

    - And how many more fucking corridors, i have to cross before to got to the Behemot?

    @Morne du Plessis @Kealoha Scarsi
     
  3. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    Scarsi who had stayed mostly quiet while they hurried through the corridors suddenly snapped to attention as the Martian implied they should kill their prisoners.

    "Those are our prisoners and we can't just execute defenseless prisoners of war, they may have committed horrible crimes but that doesn't mean we have to kill them" he protested, using an confronting tone.
    "These are prisoners of da beltas, dey aren´t for you to execute as you please" he said accusingly

    He wouldn´t let that martian kill someone, guilty or not, dis was da Belt and Beltalowda weren´t animals, contrary to what some Eartas and Dusters seemed to believe.
    In fact, sometimes it seemed like da Beltalowda were more human than de inyas.

    He turned his head to look at Morne, trying to find out what the man thought about this, but their speed and the faceplate of the Vac suit made it hard to get a good glimps of his face.

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  4. Zay Boussaa

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    Zay frowned. He doesn't seem to have understood his point.

    "I never said we should kill them. Just that it shouldn't fall into their hands. The best thing is that they stay alive and under our control. The worst thing is that they are alive and they are in the hands of the enemy. My marines can help secure the prisoners. They are very useful to us alive. But as I was saying. If the worst situation happens....I think it's better that they die than fall into the hands of the enemy."

    He sighs

    "But they're your prisoners, not mine. Even if they killed our scientists. Your prisoners, your rules. I was just analyzing the situation. "

    @Kealoha Scarsi @Morne du Plessis
     
  5. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    Scarsi squezzed his eyes until they were thight slits. He stared at the man.
    Typical Dusta, he was only interested in his own benefit and while doing it he could conviniently rob the OPA of deir data.

    "Their death could be benificial sounds very much like we should kill them." he said.

    He refused to let the Duster have his way. Besides the fact that they couldn´t know if the scientist had told them everything, this sounded more like the Martian was trying his best to deny them additional information, maybe he was involved himself.
    After all they had never talked about the potential of the MCR being responsible for all of it. And he had been the one accusing the UN of everything.
    Mars wasn´t any better then Earth, no one wanted to help the Belt, they all just wanted to exploit them, the Belt had to help themselves.

    "Exactly, dat is Belta buisness. Notang to should be concerned about." Scarsi snapped.

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  6. Morne du Plessis

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    "We're not killing anyone, but we might need to scrub some data now," Morné growled. He marched back past the others and closed the door behind them. He tapped away at the terminal on his forearm. There was a hiss as air started the fill the small space of corridor they were in. Having the Martian repeat the worth Behemoth reminded him that he had spoken out of turn. It had been sloppy not to say Nauvoo.

    Morné had never seen himself as a leader. They had all followed Fred to build this operation. He was still reeling from Thoth where many good belters had died enacting the plan they had put together. He didn't have a military background. He wasn't accustomed to laying out a plan knowing that young belters would die to complete it. It wasn't an easy thing to be comfortable with.

    "We're too far from the delegation to help get them off the station," Morné said. "We get to the dock first then think about it."

    Something beeped and he opened the door ahead of them.

    "What..." There was something different about the light. Morné stepped forwards and realise there were bright blue streaks across the wall that cast a light across the corridor. To their left were bodies. It seemed they were crossing the path of destruction left by the monster.

    One of the bodies stood up.
     
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  7. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    When Scarsi saw the wounded man trying to stand up he took a few steps forward and was already extending his arms to help him.
    Suddenly the man pulled up his head and spat a brown goo all over Scarsis Vac suit. There were glowing blue pulstaing crystal like pustules all over the mans body and his Tycho Station Security Uniform was soaked in blood.

    Scarsi staggered back in shock, raising his arms in defense. Now the man stumbled towards Kea, his motions unatural.
    In a purely impulsive move Scarsi used all his strength and pushed the infested man back, it stumbled and fell to the ground, twitching and throwing itself around.
    Someone grabbed his hsoulder and pushed him backwards. Two of the martian marines stepped infront of him and opened fire on the infested thing that had once been human.

    Around them more and more of the once dead bodies picked themselves back up.

    @Morne du Plessis @Zay Boussaa
     
  8. Niamh O'Rourke

    Niamh O'Rourke Protogen Researcher

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    "Christ above"

    Niamh swore and ran amidst gunfire. Her escort had blundered into boarders. The lead OPA gunman had gotten two before a large calibre round rearranged the inside of his skull. Now she was being hustled down a side corridor while rounds ricocheted off walls and screams sounded over the comms.

    Nav data flashed up on her HUD showing a detoured route to the Behemoth but it was going to be a rough fight to get there.
     
  9. Morne du Plessis

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    "Fook!" went Morné. He drew his sidearm without hesitation and fired. "Go quickly, don't let any of them breach your suit."

    He saw one of the technicians he recognised look towards him, brown fluids seeping from his eyes. When Morné put three bullet holes in his chest black filament flowed out from each as he stumbled back.

    He turned and broke into a jog. An explanation was probably warranted to the Martians.

    "Dis what happened at Eros!" he shouted. "Dey incubated bodies in radiation to make enough of dis shit to infect the station."

    Protogen had been meticulous in moving all their equipment to the station to record every aspect. He could still feel that hollow sense of dread as he had watched the same mercenaries Protogen had paid to carry out the deed trapped inside as the infection had spread. He didnt feel bad for the dead. They had deserved it after what they had done. It was just the callousness of Protogen to lock their own employees in after they had finished the job.

    "Thought they wouldn't have been able to fight back after we took their station," he grumbled as he ran. He could head gunfire head. He would take the familiarity of a gunfight over the zombies vomiting up infectious fluids. He wasn't sure what that said about him.
     
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  10. Zay Boussaa

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    Zay's face closes with a hint of anger. He mumbles something incomprehensible. A silence sets in. Zay stares at the walls in front of him with intensity as he sifts through his thoughts.

    - Among the prisoners... Are there any Martians?

    The sentence is thrown without warning, and floats in the air. Zay doesn't expect an answer. His thoughts swirl and sift through places and plans. If he gets out alive. He may be able to get his hands on one or more of the prisoners. Preferences of Martian origin, as justification. His henchmen will take care of "interrogating" them, far from the eyes. It has to go into the hands of the evidence, a lead. There's no way Protogen could be in possession of stealth vessels without a Martian selling the wick. And this traitor can't have worked alone. He turns his ring. Black as night with illegible inscriptions. Traitors in government, he's been suspecting for some time. He needs proof, names. His plans are in danger....

    The elevator door opens onto a corridor where corpses are scattered. Suddenly they think that waking up to kill us all is a good idea!

    Zay's only reaction is to keep playing with her ring while rolling her eyes. With everything that's just arrived, zombies is really the icing on the cake of problemes. His marines are firing in their direction.

    - Idiots, try your integrated flame throwers! They're zombies, something tells me your fucking bullets don't hurt them.

    Her voice is cold with a hint of irritation and sarcasm. The marines mumble a quick "yes sir" and deploy the integrated mini flame thrower. It's not much, but it seems enough to clear a path...
     
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  11. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    Scarsi almost fell over another body as they hurried to get away from the horrors chasing them. They didn't seem to be very fast or intelligent.

    He wondered why they carried flamethrowers around with them but for the moment he was very glad about it.

    Suddenly he felt something tightening around his lower leg. He stumbled and fell. As he looked at his leg he saw another body crawling over the ground that had grabbed his leg.

    "Get the fuck away from me!" he shouted even though he knew that no one could hear him in this vacuum.

    He tried to ripped his leg free but the grip was just to tight, so he resorted to the last possible option and kicked the dead man in the face. At first it seemed like even that wouldn't stop the thing but after the third kick and a immensely deformed face the creature loses its grip.

    Scarsi springs to his feet and stumbles a few meters until he finally regains control of his movement.

    Caught by panic he looks around. The Marines were turning the things into running torches making them even more dangerous. Finally he managed to spot Morne through his blurred vision.

    Not only was his faceplate smeared with some sort of blueish liquid but he had also received a good blow as he fell to the ground.

    The tall belter was already heading in a different direction and Kea scrambled to reach him.

    "Where are we heading to bosmang?" he asked, his voice still shaky from the shock.

    He just hoped they were heading towards some sort of ship. He had come here for politics not to run away from blue monsters. On the Nauvoo they´d be able to continue negotiations, at least he hoped so, it was a faint hope. Scarsi wondered if this had been all set up by Mars. It wouldn't be entirely unlikely. But he was sure some of his belter brothers and sisters would be interested to know that.

    ...

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  12. Tadgh

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    All he could hear was his pulse pounding and his own hard breathing. His fingers were curled so tightly into his palms that his nails were close to drawing blood. The blue light above was swinging, throwing shadows across the small parts shop.

    Tadgh knew there was a world outside that was still moving. Even if he couldn't quite hear it, there was a vague sense that there was screaming. Closer, there were familiar voices talking.

    He turned and saw @Steven Maguire @Lyla and Glen. Their lips moved but he didn't make out words. Primal terror seemed to have shut down some of his own ability to function. That realisation slowly snapped him out of it.

    "Is it gone?" he asked. He knew it was. Before crouching down before the window he had seen it tear through a titanium door, through several Tycho guards and civilians as it charged down the busy promenade, only to tear through a wall at the far end of the open space. Now they were here, with the emergency lighting and the screams of the dying.

    Tadgh realised, with some degree of shame, that he had never even reached for the sidearm at his thigh.
     
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    Lyla had been in the midst of a heated discussion with the merchant when the tremendous bang shattered through the shop. There were screams and a few retorts of gunfire behind her. Frowning, the belter turned to look over her shoulder at whatever was causing all the commotion. She expected perhaps an over ambitious thief, but what she saw was something that her mind simply refused to process for several seconds.

    Glen was standing next to her, having been involved with the haggling process. Like her, he turned to look towards the sound. Tadgh was standing closer to the window, closer to the monstrosity that was tearing people apart in the promenade. Blood splattered grotesquely against the window. She watched in horror as the nightmare descended onto a small family, slicing the mother in half with a single swipe of its twisted hand.

    As the creature tore through the young teenager that had been next to the woman, Lyla screamed.

    A gloved hand clamped over her mouth and hauled her down to the ground in front of the counter. She could feel the hand trembling against her lips, realizing that it was Glen who'd pulled her out of sight as the monster rushed past the shop. "Shh..."

    She wasn't sure what to do with her hands. One reached for Glen's, the other clutched frightfully at the collar of her jacket.

    Her panicked, tearful gaze sought out Tadgh's from across the room. Though he seemed to be so frozen with terror that he barely recognized her.

    Another shuddering boom echoed through the promenade as the monster carried on down its path of wanton destruction.

    "Is it gone?" Tadgh asked numbly.

    Lyla tried to blink the tears from her gaze, they were making it difficult to see. It didn't help that the main lights had failed and they were bathed in the dim light of the emergency lights.

    Glen cautiously pulled his hand away from Lyla's mouth, but she didn't trust herself to stay quiet. With a quivering hand, she covered her mouth and whimpered.
     
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  14. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    The captain exhaled as he ducked back down behind the counter, Navy-standard gene-engineered low-light vision enhancement making the maneouvre easy, and clicked the safety back on his weapon. He tucked the state-of-the-art personal defense weapon with its smart HEDP ammunition, advanced recoil-compensating system and ambient-light illuminated optics package back into its holster. For all the tech in the heat he was packing, it felt absurdly inadequate against the inhuman killing machine he had just witnessed.

    How do you fight something like that?

    "It's..."

    Maguire swallowed, willing steadiness into his voice.

    "It's gone."

    There were a few weak cries and gurgling sobs coming from the wounded, but they wouldn't last long. It didn't take much more than a glance to know that.
     
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  15. Morne du Plessis

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    @Kealoha Scarsi @Zay Boussaa

    They weren't zombies. Zombies wouldn't have died when they were shot. These things died and he could have sworn he could see just a little of the people they were still looking back from behind their eyes.

    "We go to the Nauvoo," he said firmly. Reports were flashing across his view. Some of the captured scientists had been taken over. One group had been ambushed by well armed and organised soldiers. No more reports but the scientists they had been escorting had either been rescued or murdered.

    "I don't know where they were all from," Morné told Zay firmly. They were likely Mars born among the scientists that had been stripped of their emotional responses so they could carry out the work. It would matter to the MCR. It didn't matter to him.

    "The protomolecule is loose on Tycho," he groaned. "We'll need to decontaminate." All the data suggested there wasn't much that could be done to stop its spread. Radiation powered it. If they had the molecule on them the chances were there was no way to remove it without killing them all. He tried to keep that thought aside.

    "Keep the brown shit off you. Internal systems say we've got Protogen company ahead!"
     
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  16. Zay Boussaa

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    It doesn't matter. He'll find a way to trace the source. He doesn't know how yet, but he'll find out. He almost stopped when an idea hit his head. The Admiral, from the High Command, in charge of Phoebe was Wei? It looks like he have corpses to dug up, when he will come back on Mars. Anyway, if he gets out of here alive!

    His marines are pushing him back. Just in time, since a group of unidentified soldiers came out of nowhere and started shooting at the group. An exchange of fire begins between the two groups. Zay, far from wanting to die with doing nothing, takes out his gun and starts shooting too. One of the bullets lodged in one of the enemies and fell dead on the ground. Excellent, one less....

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  17. Tadgh

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    His gaze went to Lyla and Glen, it went to Maguire then back to the other two. He felt he should have had something to say. He didn't.

    At first he had thought a mech was tearing through the promenade. That was something he could have dealt with. It wasn't a mech. It had been - still was - an alien. The creature had soaked up bullets and torn a man in half with its hands.

    Tadgh had been security. Even in his job now he checked the reports, looked out for any dangers ahead of landing. His sidearm was still strapped to his thigh. Lyla had been screaming. He could remember that now. Whilst he had been silent.

    His legs didn't feel like his own as he pushed himself to his feet.

    "Azimuth," he called out. This time his hand went as far as flicking the catch off the holster.
     
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  18. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    Boom
    The head of the marine standing in front of him turned into a red cloud. He gave the man a quick look but Scarsi knew he was dead. Even martians weren't invincible.

    His eyes stopped at the assault rifle the duster had dropped.

    Scarsi never carried a weapon. He wasn't a friend of violence, but he very well knew how it worked. The assault rifle still had half a magazine in it. He also showed the pistol into his belt and then took cover in the nearest corner.

    He might not be very proficient with a gun but he had learned how to hit a person with it when he was still very young, just like most kids on Ceres.

    ...

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  19. Zay Boussaa

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    Zay watches the blood spill from the marine's head. Like the blood of his teammates when he was caught in a shooting between him and alleged terrorists. The blood that flies back and stains everything, walls, floors, armors, sweaters. Bloodstain everywhere, sneaking around. Even in the nooks and crannies of your suit. Between two folds that you didn't even doubt its existence.

    The terrorists were numerous and well armed. So much so that he and his teammates had to step back. Step back....

    The protogen soldiers, they are pretty well armed and their armor... Their armor can regenerate. No choice, the current terrain does not offer so much protection. If they step back even a few steps. They will have the protection of a perfect corner of walls.

    Back... back up... back up..

    The terrorists are moving forward and they are moving back. Zay are running behind a corner of the wall. His colleague falls beside him. There's nothing more he can do for him....


    Zay and the rest of the group managed to reach a perfect corner of the wall. He needs to think about thanking the architects of the Tycho Station for designing protections that did so well.

    Station...station...station...station...station....

    The terrorists were hiding in a station somewhere at the bottom of the solar system. Holy shit, are the walls made of cardboard or what? Bullets can pierce the walls. Zay curls up to avoid death as much as possible....

    Thank God, bullets don't seem to be able to get through walls. Their protection is simply the space of walls around the door frame that was here. Let's say the door is missing on the call. If they could have had the damn door. At least they could have used it as an additional protection. And the group is divided in two. Each one occupying one side of the partition. Best bulkhead in the history of bulkheads, by the way...

    Bullets....bullets....bullets...

    Terrorist fire stops. Then immediately start again, even worse. As if the terrorists were each equipped with a machine gun. Where the hell did he get his hands on that kind of thing?...

    The group members shoot with what they have in the hole or had to find a door. No one can see, not Zay anyway, what the group of soldiers protogen. Everyone obviously prefers to protect their bodies within their walls. Then sometimes they risks his skin to fire bullets at the enemy. Here's the belter from earlier seems to have recovered my Marine's weapon...No matter when to sue for theft.

    The still alive marine takes a grenade from his belt and throws it at the protogen group. Explosion, bursting lights and a piece of hot and sharp metal flying everywhere.

    Silence on the attackers' side. Zay takes the opportunity to shoot him with bullets at their faces. Zay stopped his action when he saw the weapon held by the enemy through the smoke of the explosion. A feeling of panic rises to him. He's seen this gun before.

    - Everyone covered!

    - But we're already covered!, says a member of his group.

    The power of the rain of bullets falling on them is powerful. Zay remains the most behind his piece of wall, while the latter trembles under enemy fire powers.

    - Da fook, what are these weapons?!, screams someone

    - No worries, I've dealt with this kind of weapon before. Just wait until there is a shortage of ammunition or overheating. It won't be long!

    Long....long....long...long

    He feels like it's been forever since he covered himself in the rain of enemy bullets. The latter is so powerful that its drumming on the walls, which serves as a shield, prevents it from reflecting properly while its bones vibrate. He takes a quick look at the members of his group. The corpses that litter the ground confirm painful losses. A high-pitched noise is heard, the sound of a weapon discharging. No, several weapons unloaded. Taking great risks, Zay threw a grenade at them. Then waits only a few seconds after the explosion to come out covered and shoot the terrorists. Followed by members of the squad....

    The reassuring sound of weapons being discharged can be heard.

    Screaming what seems to be a war cry, Zay goes out to cover up and shoots Protogen's unarmed henchmen. A body falls down. He didn't kill him.

    Then another one, the group goes out covered. Shooting at full fire at the dazed and half-unarmed mercenaries. No one, absolutely no one, attacks Tycho station and tries to kill its inhabitants without consequences....

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  20. James Jackson

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    James writes on the wall of his cell. These are one thing he often does. Its guardians, belters unable to know by heart the table of elements. allowed him to own a pencil. He furiously calculated complex chemas for days on every centimetre of free space in his cell. He never talks to any of his jailers.

    Except for one, he was different. A little smarter than the others. But his interactions were limited to eating his meal, asking him to photograph his "drawings" as his jailers call him. No, but, unless you have the IQ of a shrimp. Who thinks that such complex schemes with figures and calculations can be considered as a drawing!

    A DRAW! MAYBE WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE CLOSEST THING TO THE DIVINE! AND THEY SEE A DRAWING! WHAT THE FUCK!

    In short, the nicest and smartest of them accept each time to take a picture of what they have calculated. So he can erase the whole thing and continue on to something else. Since his calculations are stored somewhere.

    In fact, he even dreams on the night of his calculations. Splendid dreams where he has an infinite array and a screen that scrolls through all the data on the protomolecule. Shit, humanity has in its hands what comes closest to a god. And we don't let him finish his research. You little shithead.

    He stops his pencil as he finishes drawing the representation of an unknown particle. Something just hit him. Everything he does, all these calculations come from the data he kept in memory. However, his current calculation is based on something he has seen over a very short period of time. His memory was not photographic. He didn't know, and he jealous of this kind of person, to keep a perfect memory of what he sees. So there is a good chance that his brain has filled gaps in the data with other numbers. That what he calculates is based on false information.

    His pencil falls to the ground while he sighs. Well, all we have to do now is delete everything. But what the hell is he gonna do with his day now?

    A crash is heard outside. Shit, it's been like that since they heard the noise. It's starting to get on his nerves. His door opens and he instectively moves back.

    - I...d..no..ing

    He coughs, his voice is rough and his throat is dry. He hasn't spoken in days. And as he scratches his throat, he notices that his beard is badly trimmed and that he has not shaved.

    - JJ, you're coming with us.

    He looks up at him. Is it over? We're going to shoot him in the back of the head in an airlock, and his low body will drift into the eternity of darkness forever?

    He moves towards the geolier and extends his hands to him to handcuff him.

    - He ho, I'm here to save you, you idiot. The station is under attack and you are being evacuated elsewhere.

    James feels the red rising to his cheek. Then he calms down again. The only reason for the station to be attacked and Protogen to come and save them. Which is not a bad thing. But in view of the weapons his geoliers carry, they don't seem to want to let him go quietly.

    He puts on the outfit he's being offered and follows him out of his cells. Since he's been here, he's never set foot outside his tiny cell. And let's just say it feels good to get out. Even if it's to be evacuated with a gun pointed at you.

    The penitentiary block is empty. The cells are emptied one by one. The one of Mrs. O'Rourke seems empty.

    - Um, can you tell me where Mrs. O'Rourke is?

    - Already out of his cell, growls his sympathetic geolier.

    He turns in one corridor, then another. Each of them is a new one for him. He has never covered more than a few meters since he was captured and locked up. A jolt is felt as it is placed on the wall. Somes bullets pass right by him. He saw Mrs. O'Rourke for a short while. Well, it looks like he found it again. And that Protogen found them. But he has a doubt.

    - Shit, who dares to attack us like this!

    - No idea, they have pretty well equipped and have what looks like a stealth ship that attacked us by surprise!

    Okay, it's confirmed, it's Protogen. Does his employer want him back or does he want to kill him?

    He looks at his geolier who is protecting himself behind the wall with him. If he uses the gravel on the ground, he could with the right speed kill him with a blow to the back of the head. Then recovered his weapon. But if he does, he will naturally have to join Protogen. However, they are the ones who fire bullets at him. Are they going to kill him? Is it better to stay here and follow his geolier?

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