Dark Age IFF
[b]Damascus Base[/b]
The party was pumping, the music was jumping, and most of the participants were having an awesome time. The ones who got the whole thing started, however, had opted to float around outside. Their enchantments would last for another two or three hours at most, and by then the partiers would probably be too inebriated to notice.
The Keeper, as she called herself, had brought such disheartening news concerning magic's use in the world and its affect on spirits like themselves. Part of them wanted to head back home now and perform the body transfer, but given the events that had taken place in Damascus as of late, they were all nervous about being separated. Looking at the moon while in the night sky assuaged some of their fears, but it still lurked in the back of their minds; until a voice called out to them from down on the surface.
"LYLIBA!" called out the familiar voice again.
"X?" she asked as she peered down. "X!" she exclaimed as she flew down happily. "Hello again X. Tybalt. Spike. What're ya'll doing out here so late at night?"
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[b]~ Nevada - Technocrat Research Facility 4B ~[/b]
"Chameleo! What brings you here?" asked the ever so sly Serge as they walked through the laboratory. "Don't tell me it's about your memory problems again."
"That was part of it. I was wondering if you knew anything about the death of Archaia."
"Archaia!?" he asked with a wide eye. "The artisan armourer within all the Ministries? I had no idea she had passed away!"
[code]His subordinates have all been taken care of. Heading to the communications networking now. -- S[/code]
"So you have no knowledge about her murder then?"
"Murdered? She was murdered? Do you have any leads?
"We believe the Mages are involved somehow."
"Accursed magicians, the lot of them. You can rest assured that I'll help you however I can."
"Thank you. You've been a great, dependable ally for all these years Serges."
"All for our fallen ally, Sigma, may his soul rest in peace. I'd offer you a drink, but I remember that you don't like these old customs."
"Nothing personal."
"So what is it about your memories that troubles you. I'm no psychologist, but I do know a thing or two about your brain," chuckled the old scientist with a smile.
"I've taken a colleague's advice, and now I've started remembering. It turns out there was a unique system lock on my memories."
"Oh..."
"I was surprised when I first found out that my memories were brought into this body, but now I've learned that they can only be unlocked by seeing things I used to know."
"Where are you going with this Chameleo?" he asked, his joviality all gone.
"I'm wondering why you would put these locks on me in the first place."
"I had hoped you would never come this far Chameleo." His hands folded and his eyes downcast, he continued. "There was a time gap between your death and your resurrection, as I'm sure you realize. In that time, a decision had been made to block some of your memories."
"...a decision by whom..."
"I cannot tell you more than that. I was a part of the committee, and they entrusted me to the task. That's more than I should be telling you already."
Chameleo was not happy about any of this. His tail betrayed his stoic face as he replied at last, "Fine. I'll investigate this on my own."
[code]Teleportation relay has been taken offline, and outside communication has been disrupted. En route to FT now. --S[/code]
Chameleo rose to leave at this, as their script had detailed. Their plan was going off without a hitch thus far. "Well Serges, thanks for the help. It's always an enlightening experience whenever I get to see you. You really should make it easier to find you."
"Of course Chameleo, of course. Shall I see you out."
"Don't worry about it." Before he reached for the door handle to step out, however, he turned on his heel. "There is one other thing that almost slipped my mind Serges."
"Oh, and what would that be," he said with a wide smile.
"I was with Sigma at his final battle, and something peculiar had occurred."
"Oh?" he asked, taking hold of his cane.
"The target, he teleported from the field of battle after all was said and done."
"Interesting."
"What intrigues me, is that you control the teleportation grid. So you decide just who can and cannot teleport away."
"How very astute my old friend," he said, continuing to smile.
"Do you admit that you are in league with the assassin."
"Indeed I do," he said, tapping his cane once. "My Zero, he failed so terribly in his assignment. But that's another matter entirely for now, I have to take care of you," he said with a grin.
Three spines flew from Chameleo's tail, and all three were deflected with a flick of Serges' cane. "And so, our friendship is dissolved."
The party was pumping, the music was jumping, and most of the participants were having an awesome time. The ones who got the whole thing started, however, had opted to float around outside. Their enchantments would last for another two or three hours at most, and by then the partiers would probably be too inebriated to notice.
The Keeper, as she called herself, had brought such disheartening news concerning magic's use in the world and its affect on spirits like themselves. Part of them wanted to head back home now and perform the body transfer, but given the events that had taken place in Damascus as of late, they were all nervous about being separated. Looking at the moon while in the night sky assuaged some of their fears, but it still lurked in the back of their minds; until a voice called out to them from down on the surface.
"LYLIBA!" called out the familiar voice again.
"X?" she asked as she peered down. "X!" she exclaimed as she flew down happily. "Hello again X. Tybalt. Spike. What're ya'll doing out here so late at night?"
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[b]~ Nevada - Technocrat Research Facility 4B ~[/b]
"Chameleo! What brings you here?" asked the ever so sly Serge as they walked through the laboratory. "Don't tell me it's about your memory problems again."
"That was part of it. I was wondering if you knew anything about the death of Archaia."
"Archaia!?" he asked with a wide eye. "The artisan armourer within all the Ministries? I had no idea she had passed away!"
[code]His subordinates have all been taken care of. Heading to the communications networking now. -- S[/code]
"So you have no knowledge about her murder then?"
"Murdered? She was murdered? Do you have any leads?
"We believe the Mages are involved somehow."
"Accursed magicians, the lot of them. You can rest assured that I'll help you however I can."
"Thank you. You've been a great, dependable ally for all these years Serges."
"All for our fallen ally, Sigma, may his soul rest in peace. I'd offer you a drink, but I remember that you don't like these old customs."
"Nothing personal."
"So what is it about your memories that troubles you. I'm no psychologist, but I do know a thing or two about your brain," chuckled the old scientist with a smile.
"I've taken a colleague's advice, and now I've started remembering. It turns out there was a unique system lock on my memories."
"Oh..."
"I was surprised when I first found out that my memories were brought into this body, but now I've learned that they can only be unlocked by seeing things I used to know."
"Where are you going with this Chameleo?" he asked, his joviality all gone.
"I'm wondering why you would put these locks on me in the first place."
"I had hoped you would never come this far Chameleo." His hands folded and his eyes downcast, he continued. "There was a time gap between your death and your resurrection, as I'm sure you realize. In that time, a decision had been made to block some of your memories."
"...a decision by whom..."
"I cannot tell you more than that. I was a part of the committee, and they entrusted me to the task. That's more than I should be telling you already."
Chameleo was not happy about any of this. His tail betrayed his stoic face as he replied at last, "Fine. I'll investigate this on my own."
[code]Teleportation relay has been taken offline, and outside communication has been disrupted. En route to FT now. --S[/code]
Chameleo rose to leave at this, as their script had detailed. Their plan was going off without a hitch thus far. "Well Serges, thanks for the help. It's always an enlightening experience whenever I get to see you. You really should make it easier to find you."
"Of course Chameleo, of course. Shall I see you out."
"Don't worry about it." Before he reached for the door handle to step out, however, he turned on his heel. "There is one other thing that almost slipped my mind Serges."
"Oh, and what would that be," he said with a wide smile.
"I was with Sigma at his final battle, and something peculiar had occurred."
"Oh?" he asked, taking hold of his cane.
"The target, he teleported from the field of battle after all was said and done."
"Interesting."
"What intrigues me, is that you control the teleportation grid. So you decide just who can and cannot teleport away."
"How very astute my old friend," he said, continuing to smile.
"Do you admit that you are in league with the assassin."
"Indeed I do," he said, tapping his cane once. "My Zero, he failed so terribly in his assignment. But that's another matter entirely for now, I have to take care of you," he said with a grin.
Three spines flew from Chameleo's tail, and all three were deflected with a flick of Serges' cane. "And so, our friendship is dissolved."