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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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Apollo continues on his way to the OGA lab, fighting past Andaluza.
“You can’t beat me on Mars! STILL can’t fly Andy Loser! Hahah!”
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Doublepost woops
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Apollo’s words made Andaluza scream. “YOU BITCH!!!” <i>He jumped directly at Apollo, cutting through the Martian atmosphere and catching on fire, tackling him into the red ground.</i>
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Kika nods at Geralt’s response and looks at her bindings, smiling as they are removed, “I won’t kill you guys. I know I couldn’t kill Odysseus if I tried, and you…well…honestly I haven’t seen you do any wrong, and you’ve been on my side most of this time. For that, I thank you.” She says in a low voice, her words about Geralt honest, but she had other motivations for not killing Odysseus.
Kika looks up at Geralt, “Okay, first question. Keep in mind that you have control over me, we can keep this conversation civil.” She takes a deep breath, “Why are you really a part of this team? I know, taking down the OGA, but what’s your motivation to do that?” She asks, nearly whispering.
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Geralt sits down against one of the walls, his knife still in his hands. In a whisper I was kidnapped, more like pupnapped, from my family when I was little. I was living on the streets. I was strong and I was smart for one of us street-dwelling Lupides. Hell, I was the most promising of us all. Geralt’s eyes grow dark as he recalls the night everything changed. Then, one day they – the OGA – came and took me from everything I ever knew. I didn’t ask for it, no one had signed me up, they just took me. I don’t know how you’ll try to justify what they did, but what they did was against my free will. I should’ve had a choice. In their lab I saw other small Lupides and other races die under their experimentation. I was lucky enough – or unlucky, depending on how you look at it – to survive. I went into a coma. I don’t know for sure how long it was, perhaps two years. They only kept me alive in a tube because I had survived. They saw it as an opportunity to do whatever they want with no backlash. Geralt bows his head. Then, finally, I woke up. I was suspended in a tube. I could see many scientists within this lab, all writing on their datapads. I screamed and broke the glass; I realized that they had done something to me concerning my voice. I guess it fits since I’m a Lupide, we like to howl. Geralt chuckles a bit and then returns to his story. So, I escaped, obviously. I want to take the OGA because I don’t approve of the way they run things. They shouldn’t take people without their consent. Everyone deserves a choice. If someone signs up for your experiments, okay. If someone doesn’t, leave them alone. With his last word, Geralt bares his fangs, then he continues, fangs still bared. I am fighting OGA because I want to secure protection for my people, but not just them, all people. I don’t care if the OGA remains, but I want everybody to have a choice. I suspect you probably volunteered, so you wouldn’t understand what I feel. Geralt is grasping his knife now, ready to sink it into somebody… But he quickly calms down, releases his grip, and returns to normal. There is your answer.
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Kika looks up at Geralt and listens to his story, hearing him tell his tale of what happened to him in his childhood. If only he knew…
She had once worked as a secretary for a scientist whom was working with the OGA before her…talents… were seen. She remembered getting all kinds of data on the children they brought in, almost all of them homeless and street bound like Geralt. We’ve given them a place to live, food to eat, and the opportunity to better themselves for the sake of the future. And, from her own asking around the children, they loved it there! But Geralt…he was one of the ones to live through the entire process and he was still unhappy about it… It is true that most people are not strong enough to endure the tests and probably will die in the process, but that was just natural selection at work…the strong endure and the weak die off… Hell, the weak would have died on the streets anyways! She always did feel guilt when the people died, but it faded over time… Lucky for her, she was one of the strong willed ones that thrived through the trials, praising her new found gifts rather than ridiculing them.
She takes a deep breath, her prediction far from what his actual motive was. She wanted to pry further, and probably would have to if things were to go according to plan, so she thought carefully about her next choices of words…
“Geralt…you said you were on the streets…were you happy there?” She asks in a more interested tone.
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Geralt, upon hearing Kika ask her question, looked directly into her eyes, boring ((I’m sorry, but I have to say this… WILL IT BORE?!?!?! XD Okay, continue…)) straight into them. Do you really care if I was or wasn’t happy? Geralt wasn’t big on talking about his past, and he just summarized his life to someone who may very well be plotting to kill him.
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Kika looks into his eyes, fear overcoming her again, “Geralt, as much as you think we aren’t, the OGA are people as well…I do care if you were happy then…I was once a part of one of the labs that worked with children that were from the same background as you. Living out on the streets with nothing…not even a person to show them affection…I know, I’ve met them…” She takes a breath and looks up at him again, “They liked being there…a lot of them did…because they were able to live like they never thought they could…”
Kika looks up at him, still fearful, but also compassion behind her gaze, “You didn’t seem to enjoy it as they did…and I want to help you, since you’ve done so much for me…So yes. I do care.”
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Geralt keeps his gaze on her. <i>I don’t know if I should trust a word she is saying, but I want more information.</i> <b>So, Kika, you want to know if I was happy? Yes, I was happy. I had my friends and people that loved me. We were family. We may not have had much, but we had each other. Like I said, you don’t understand.</b>
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Kika nods a bit, her face now a frown, “I see…” She sits back and looks up at him, “I guess I just knew the ones that were worse off…I don’t know…” She looks up at Geralt and then looks over at the cockpit where Odysseus was, pondering what more she could ask that wouldn’t get her killed… “Well, anything you want to know about me?”
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Geralt looks at the floor and then asks Who are you? Who are you really? I want your true name and your true appearance.
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Kika lets out a sigh. Well, if she wanted his trust, he may as well know. Her hair changes to a pale blonde, nearly white color, her eyes going from the forest green to a icy blue.
“I am Faye.” She says, her voice having more of a felicity to it. “I work for the OGA for a while as a scientist, as I said before, but now I am one of the first of the OTA, a branch of the OGA.”
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Geralt looks at her and takes in everything. She’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Faye, eh? Nice name. So you use Kika as an alias. Smart, but it’s good to finally know who you really are. What’s the OTA?
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Malice summoned Heiklm to the room. Heiklm appeared in the room Malic looked at him. Malice ponazju la ro cenna kon makina ao gra. “Kul luzul makina iie.”
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Heiklm bowed to the sorceress, “La juzune desna ao helin gra quik, igde, livebe….juzu luzul eqeed oulfre?”
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