RP XCOM: The Story of Defiance.

[DarkGemini24601]

DarkGemini24601 & ZombieSplitter53
Beyond Design, Part 2

Office of Morrigan O’Brien
1430 Hours

“I told ye, dear,” Morrigan explained, “He’s on a special mission. You know daddy loves you, and he wouldn’t…” she stopped, her clenching stomach making her feel sick. “Please, Brigid, just…”

Brigid could see how upset her mother was becoming, even if she didn’t understand why, so she decided to drop it. “O-okay, mommy. I’m sorry I…”

“Don’t be sorry, Brigid.” Morrigan wrapped her arms around her daughter. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Elene walked up to the secretary’s desk. “Is the Commander’s daughter here?” she asked. “I was hoping to speak with her.”

“With the Commander’s… daughter?” Peggy shrugged, and hit the switch for the door. “As long as it’s okay with her mother. Go on in.”

The heiress walked forward, and knocked on the door. “Commander O’Brien?”

“Elene?” Morrigan motioned for Brigid to sit on the couch, and sat behind her desk. “Come on in.”

The clone walked in, sitting down at the chair across. “Apologies for the week of inactivity, but the testing was something I felt needed to be done. In relation to that, my abilities have shown to be the purple variant, and I was told your daughter had similar abilities.”

Morrigan nodded. “That’s right. Hers came a little more… erratically, thanks to the direct way she was forced to get them, but according to the psi lab, purple would be the variant.”

“I like purple,” Brigid said, not completely sure what the two were talking about.

Elene smiled. “I was hoping to perhaps learn something through observation of your unique talents, Brigid. It is good to finally meet you in person, additionally; I believe the last time it was in that starry void, was it not?”

“Oh, I remember.” Brigid jumped down from the couch, and walked over to Elene’s chair. “You were the clone lady with the pretty eyes.”

“Correct, and thank you for the compliment,” the heiress replied. “I was told you had abilities similar to mesmerism.”

Brigid shook her head. “No, they’re like mind-control. But I can still mesmerize my homework for tests without them.”

“I believe you mean memorize,” Elene offered. “Regardless, I would be interested in seeing your mind control in action. I could always have you order around Vee as a test before she gets her neural dampening.”

Brigid looked over at her mother, and Morrigan thought for a moment. “Well… I do understand Brigid won’t learn to control her powers unless she uses them. And it isn’t everyday she finds a volunteer. So… if Vee is okay with it…”

“She’d be willing to use it for a test. I am not asking her to be controlled to do anything wrong, after all,” Elene responded. “Merely to see mesmerism in action so that I might replicate it.”

Morrigan nodded. “Is that alright with you, Brigid?”

Brigid nodded. “Yeah. You were Desmonds sibling, right? I’d love to help you.”

“I am his sister, in a manner of speaking, though not technically,” Elene responded. Vee, if you would come to the Commander’s office, that task has been approved.

You’d better not make me do anything stupid…

After a few minutes, Vee showed up in casual clothing. “Alright...this should be...interesting, at least.”

Brigid looked up at Vee and extended her small hand. “I’m Brigid. You’re Veevee?”

A bemused smile spread across the destroyer’s face. “Yep.” Cute, and… “I should have figured you’d have a bada...uh...powerful daughter,” she said, having to correct herself, to Morrigan.

Morrigan smiled. “She has her strengths, though I’d prefer if she won people over with her smile then her abilities.” The smile faded a bit. “You are okay with this, right? I’m teaching Brigid not to use it against someone unless they are bad, or they volunteer to help her practice.”

“I’m fine with it. Granted, I had bad experiences with that Invidia bastard, but its not like he ever got to me. And I trust your daughter not to have me go around doing psycho things,” Vee affirmed.

Brigid looked up at Elene. “So, what did you want me to do?”

The heiress thought for a moment. “Have her do a simple action first, like walking in a direction or jumping, and then perhaps a sequence if you can manage it.”

“Okay.” Brigid looked around the room, and pointed. “Ms. Vee, I wanted you to sit on the top of the couch.” Her eyes flashed a pale violet.

As if a puppet, Vee nodded with an odd smile, and sat down on the prescribed spot. She then blinked, looking down. “Uh...how did I…?”

Elene raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. So memory and cognitive functions are repressed, while movement and other manual processes are manipulated. The mind overrides part of the brain, and controls another.”

Brigid nodded slowly. “Um… yeah, I guess. I just know people seem to act really nice when I use my powers, and then they forget what happened.” She smiled at Vee. “You can come down now, if you want.”

The black-haired clone hopped down. “And I remember doing that. You’ve got some good control over your abilities, Brigid.”

Brigid nodded. “It was hard at first. Whenever I asked someone for something, they did it, even if I was just asking nicely.”

“It had something to do with how sudden and directly she gained them,” Morrigan explained. “Took her a while to get a hang of it.”

“I suppose I’ll be coming at it from the opposite angle, then.” Elene looked over to Vee. “Who is your mistress?” she asked, a bit of purple showing around her eyes.

Vee raised an eyebrow. “Nice try, but I don’t think it’s that easy, sis.”

Elene sighed. “It would seem so. Practice, I imagine, is key.”

“So, something more… com… complex, right?” Brigid asked.

“Be my guest,” Elene said graciously.

The blond girl thought for a moment. “Ms. Vee, I want you to do a push up, then hug Ms. Elene, then… give my mommy twenty dollars!”

Vee blinked for a moment, and then followed suit. The first was accomplished easy thanks to her augmented form, and Elene seemed amused by the second action. Finally, the destroyer seemed to consider how to go about the third order. She looked around, and shrugged sadly, unable to fulfill it, the control breaking.

“Impossible orders cannot be completed, I see,” Elene muttered. Though there were those reports of Sectoid Commanders forcing suicides… an efficient way of taking out Viktor’s weak-minded trash, perhaps.

Brigid nodded. “Yep. And watch.” She turned to Morrigan. “Mommy, um… hand me a puppy.” Morrigan simply raised an eyebrow, and Brigid turned back to Elene. “If it is the only thing I tell them, and they can’t do it, they aren’t mind-controlled at all.”

“Interesting. And it doubles as a failsafe in the event that your powers were to become unstable again,” Elene remarked. “Your example is greatly appreciated. And Jean said you wouldn’t make a good teacher…” she added with amusement.

“Thank you,” Brigid said. “There was… one more thing. But I can’t show it to you. It’s… bad.”

The heiress nodded grimly. “I think I know what you are talking about. I have seen what the large-headed aliens are capable of. It is...regrettable, if you were forced to kill.” Elene seemed to consider her words for a moment. Yet I suggest that Lily… is that… hypocritical of me? Unusual.

Brigid looked down. “I… I don’t know everything I can get people to do. But I do know the more they don’t want to do it, the more… they think it is bad, the more likely it won’t work. But I don’t want to ask Vee to do something to show that.”

“You don’t have to. That is something...best tested on the enemy. If at all,” Elene responded. “Like I said, I’m glad you could help. And...you helped me and my sisters in more ways that you realize.”

Brigid looked back up, her smile returning. She quickly ran up to the two clones, and hugged them in turn. Morrigan smiled, and said, “I’m sure Brigid would be happy to help you again if you should need it.”

“It certainly was a pleasure,” Elene responded warmly.

“By the way, sis…” Vee added.

“Yes?”

“You could use a bit more work with talking to kids. Try...smaller words, sometimes. Even if our little friend here is smart, ‘cognitive processes’ is a bit much,” Vee explained, patting Brigid gently.

“To be fair, this is my first time interacted with a child…” Elene countered.

“I manage somehow.”

“That you do.”

 

[ZombieSplitter53]

DarkGemini24601 & ZombieSplitter53
Beyond Design, Part 3


Containment for the Ethereal Luxuria
1545 Hours

“You are awake, again,” Legion intoned, seeing the approaching heiress.

“I am,” Elene affirmed, nodding to the two androids in front of her. “I see you have been performing this additional duty well.”

Both frames bowed, and responded, “I live to serve, Mistress Exalt.” The first one added, “Do you wish to enter?”

“I do. I would like to speak with our...special guest,” the clone explained.

The second nodded to the first, and they opened the door for the heiress. “As you wish,” Legion confirmed, allowing his master entry.

Hmm… another one who has embraced the gift. Luxuria looked over as Elene approached. I see you are still new at this though. How long have you been with us, New One?

Trying her hand at mental communication, Elene answered, But a few hours. Though I have hopes to advance my powers as time progresses. To do so, I have sought to learn by example.

I see. Is that what brings you to me on this… oh, it is so very hard to keep track of the passage of time. Morning?

Afternoon, Elene corrected. And you would be correct about my intentions. I was informed you might not divulge information willingly, but there is no harm in trying. Besides, I would like to think we are equals, at least as leaders of our own respective forces, if not yet in psionic power.

YOU ARE NOT MY… Luxuria started, her dominate male voice shining through. Floating back a bit, she calmed herself. That is to say, the ones you hold power over do not compare to me.

Elene shrugged. Perhaps. Though they have their own strengths. Physical and genetic, or in the case of my automatons, they are immune to your illusions and other tricks of the mind, as well as being able to better discern optical aberrations.

You have embraced such a useful concept far faster than those in this resistance. You… you are the leader of the secondary resistance, are you not? Your continued existence intrigues this one…

I am Elene Exalt, the leader of Legion, and rightful leader of EXALT, the clone stated confidently. I must wonder at that last statement, though. You expected me to perish? When? And why?

Another of my kind, I believe you call him Invidia, had his shriveled heart set on breaking your alliance. When I informed the human Atka of his presence here, I sensed that he acted… rashly. I was sure he would succeed, as if he is good at one thing, it is deceiving others. Your continued existence tells me he failed.

It would seem that his pride was his downfall. As was the mistake of using a child to attack my handmaidens. Though I must give credit to where it is due: this Captain Ipiktok has impressed me, and earned my admiration for her aide and skill.

Indeed. But on to business. You wish for my assistance, but nothing comes for free.

Do you have any feasible requests in return? Or must I try alternate methods?

Perhaps I have misjudged you, my dear Elene. Why don’t we help each other? Luxuria floated to the glass, and bent down. Why limit yourself to working under these peons. Why couldn’t you have your Legion, and X-COM under your control. The others need not even realize it.

I do not believe such widespread control is possible. And even if it were, such an endeavor is a risky one. I have no desire to sacrifice the lives of my family over an attempt to grab more power. Commander O’Brien is a respectable ally, and equal in my eyes.

So boring. Luxuria stood up. I had no trouble finding ones with more vivid imaginations before coming here. I don’t suppose I can interest you in some gifts of pleasure, could I? Something to make your… Markus even happier, and you as well. Of course, why limit yourself to him? After all, Desmond isn’t really your brother, right? And he is the pinnacle of human male beauty, is he not?

Elene raised an eyebrow at the ancient being before her. Sexual satisfaction is not exactly on the list of my top priorities. Desmond is spoken for. Though, humor me. What could one such as yourself offer in that regard?

Stimulus, my dear child. Direct control over the chemical processes of one’s body. The release of endorphins and hormones, bringing one to the absolute limit of ecstasy, and then assuring the moment lasts as long you one desires. That, dear Elene, is what I offer you.

I do believe there is a psion here that understands biokinesis. I imagine that concept could be applied with that ability. Certainly something to consult with her about, for science of course. But I could figure that out on my own with that one’s help. Try again?

To the level I can? I think not. Luxuria’s tone started to shift back to her masculine tone. Do you honestly believe there is a single being on this base… in this continent, that can compare to me? Bring me this biokinetic, and I will have them shuddering on the floor with pleasure. Do NOT presume to think anyone is superior to me.

I imagine you must have tested it on the captives, since you do not appear to be in the condition to use such an ability on yourself, Elene surmised calmly. And I believe the inhibitors would prevent you from proving your point.

How… DARE you! Luxuria reached forward. What little of her energy could escape her cell flowed into Elene, and her nervous system, releasing endorphins and sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Elene’s eyes widened, and she stumbled back, reddening and breathing hard. “So...you...weren’t lying…” she mumbled, trying to compose herself again. Impressive.

I haven’t even gotten started. With a quick wave of her right arms, Luxuria set off every nerve ending in Elene’s endogenous zones, sending her into a toe curling orgasm. Remember, this is only a taste of my power.

Elene crumpled to her knees in a mixture of surprise and the more physical reaction. E-Enough o-of this… she protested, realizing the situation she had been in control of moments ago was spiraling out of her hands.

Luxuria folded her arms. As I said, this is only a taste. Release me, and it will all be yours. And more.

The heiress rose to her feet, only able to compose herself somewhat after what Luxuria had done. As...interesting as that was, that is no reason to throw away my ambitions. Those lie in the sciences, be they technology, biology, or psionics, not carnal desires.

Then you waste my time! If you will not release me, you have nothing to offer me in exchange for my assistance!

 

[ZombieSplitter53]

Not entirely true. I do have something...that you would dearly covet, I suspect, Elene rebuked, raising a hand.

Oh? And what might that be?

You desire a younger body. It would be possible to create one, and as you have proven, you can transfer your consciousness. Should you survive, and not be executed by XCOM… I could provide a suitable vessel for you.

Luxuria dropped her arms. This… indeed intrigues me. I have given Amelia my word that I… and I have found no other suitable New Ones to merge with. Even if it is only a temporary shell until I can find one to follow the path with, it would be better then… She looked down at her withered hands. What… what reason do I have to believe you will keep your word?

I make no promises that you will survive should we emerge victorious, of course. Elene smiled. But you are a valuable asset. Much more so than that uncooperative Sectoid Commander Emma had to end up performing a vivisection on. I have the capability to create you a body, and it would use little of our Tz6 resources. Consider it...an advance payment. And if you so wish, I can always create in before your end of the bargain. If you do not cooperate afterwards, it wouldn’t be a huge loss to me, so I have no reason to lie.

And what of my abilities? Would I keep them?

As long as we replicated a brain that was suitable for psionics. It is possible, considering that I have potential, and we could use the information from the Sectoids and other such psionic species. I doubt Emily would offer her DNA, though. That is a question I will let you ask her… if she accepts, that would be an easy solution, but is doubtful. Elene shrugged, adjusting her labcoat. But as I said, you should retain your abilities, regardless of the body. If anything, a psionic host seemed to only increase them, not the requirement for keeping them.

Luxuria stood in silence for several moments, pondering, considering. Finally, she nodded. If… if you could do this for me, then I will assist you in your journey down the Path.

It is nice when we can come to an amicable agreement, isn’t it? If only your armada had come in peace, we could have learned so much more without having to do it on our own. With a slight bow, Elene stepped out of the door, and her eyes darted between the two Legions that followed. “Do not mention...anything that happened in there. Especially not her… unique biokinesis. Understood?”

“Understood, mistress,” Legion replied, wondering why color appeared in Elene’s cheeks as she straightened her coat and walked off, trying to maintain her dignity.

 

[DarkGemini24601]

A Day in the Life – Modya Dragomirov
Part 1

XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia
0800 Hours, August 28th, 2018
Shooting Range

"Let's see here..." soldier instructor Constance Lavine said to herself, going over the rocketeers that had showed up for the training she had prepared. Megan Connor was spinning her carbine idly, acting almost as if it were a toy. Constance shook her head, wondering how the brooklyn soldier managed to retain the youthful innocence she would expect from some five or ten years younger than the 22 year old.

Deciding that pondering that question would get her nowhere fast, Constance noted the absence of Scarlet Jacobs and Christine Wagner. "Probably training with psionics," the instructor decided. She reiterated the quiet guess to Modya Dragomirov.

The Russian nodded. "Scarlet's training with... Elene Exalt, actually," he explained with his indelible accent. "Not sure if they'll get along due to a restrained personality, or if Scarlet's more abrasive side will miff the logical heiress."

"A question best left answered by the results, I'd wager," Constance replied. "How's Temple doing?"

"As well as can be expected after being mind controlled, shot by a Sectopod, and psi panicked," Letz Shake offered. "Going to be awhile before we have her back... I just hope that damn Ethereal didn't take away every shred of dignity she had."

"I plan on paying her another visit," Modya reassured the other male rocketeer. "Though I agree, having all of that happen to you is disheartening. I hope I can raise her spirits."

"I think you can handle it, Touma," Megan concluded, finally ceasing her incessant fiddling with the lightweight rifle.

Modya glanced at the New Yorker incredulously. "Who?" he prompted.

"Jeez, Modya, I can't figure you out. What in the world do you watch, if not regular television or anime?" Megan protested, a parallel to Modya's confusion.

Modya rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Well... I watched documentaries on wars and military technology as a kid."

"Play any sports?" Letz asked, loading a charge pack into his pulse rifle.

"Watched some hockey, but not really. Just general exercise by order of my father to make me suitable for military involvement," the Russian explained. "Not that I didn't wholeheartedly agree to it at the time."

"Following in the footsteps, huh?" Megan commented.

"Not exactly. He was a tank commander, after all. Infantry was more of my style, blowing things up in person. Not that I wouldn't love to shoot blaster bombs out of a hovertank if we ever made something like that. Might be harder to pilot than a conventional tank, though," Modya mused, seeming to get distracted by the thought of the wanton destruction an XCOM tank could unleash.

"Alright, alright. You three came here for a reason," Constance interrupted, shaking her head with half-disguised amusement. "Positions, people!"

A forested environment in the mid afternoon took shape for them, allowing a slight high-ground advantage for the three rocketeers. Megan, Letz, and Modya darted into cover. While Letz took a sturdy tree, and Megan took a thinner one for easier range of motion, the Russian rocketeer selected a balanced approach. He leaned up against a tree that was thick enough to take a plasma shot or two, but not so large that he couldn't pivot around it to fire at the enemy.

Lights flashed from the downed UFO downrange of the XCOM troopers, and Constance spoke up from behind the glass. "Alright, you three. Ignoring the irony, this exercise is meant to serve three purposes. One, get used to the new pulse weapons. Two, let's..." the instructor paused, shaking her head at the German's odd name. "Let us make sure to maintain your tactical sense. Can't have you get shot and become time bombs. Three, better your reaction fire." Constance cleared her throat with an 'ahem'. "You'll be facing fast enemies: a mix of Floaters, Thin Men, Heavy Floaters, Seekers, and a surprise."

"I hate surprises," the German rocketeer stated, readying his rifle.

"Surprise parties are fun, Letz," Megan pouted.

"Focus. We've got company," Modya brought the two back to their senses as three Thin Men and two Floaters came on approach. The infiltrator x-rays quickly took cover, not putting as much thought into it like the rocketeers had. Modya picked out the one in heaviest cover, and laid down suppressing fire.

"Wise choice," Constance said to herself.

Megan yelped as a simulated flurry of plasma whizzed past her sides from the two fliers. "Little help here!"

"Be glad their aim isn't as good as..." Letz paused, firing at one of the Thin Men, and shearing off a portion of his cover. The German followed up with an overwatch, and when the Thin Man tried to move to new cover he was impaled by a thrumming red beam.

Megan shot down a Floater as it barreled towards her. "I can do that just fine! Modya, I'll blow up our tall friends!"

The Russian nodded, and with a controlled smile, lined up a scared Floater looking at the Brooklyn girl pull out her rocket launcher. His heavy pulse rifle ripped through it, and was accompanied by a loud 'boom' as the remaining Thin Men were consumed in an explosion.

"Round two," Constance intoned from the speakers.

Two Heavy Floaters exited the crashed scout UFO, and raised into the air on yellowish jets. Their malefic visages took in their enemy as three Seekers followed.

A wide beam of pulse blew one of the troublesome robots out of the air, and the other two cloaked reflexively as the armored Floaters let out a challenging 'hrraaa'. "Gotcha," Modya said with a grin.

One of the heavies pulled out a grenade. "Megan, suppressing fire!" Modya warned.

"On it!" Megan laid down a flurry of pulsing carbine shots, and one of them hit the grenade as it flew, blasting apart the faceplate of the first Floater and hurting the second less severely. Figuring the first would need a minute, Megan prioritized the second with more suppressing fire after replacing her charge pack. The second opened fire on her, but missed, the suppression allowing for Megan to be more defensive.

The two seekers decloaked, and a reaction shot from Shake killed the one in the air, ready to fire at Modya's back. Modya only scraped the one that grabbed Megan, afraid of hitting her. "Come on..." he mumbled as he readied another shot.

"Modya, get this pervert off me!" Megan demanded, before adding. "Don't fry me, though...ack..."

A laser melted the cybernetic brains of the lecherous squiddie, and a rocket from Letz finished off the Heavy Floaters.

The 'surprise' turned out to be a pack of five unusually spey chryssalids that bolted up the hill at Modya. He lifted his rocket launcher, as did the others. "Should have stayed inside," the Russian said with dark enthusiasm, and together the three blew away the foolish bugs.

As the simulation ended, Modya stepped out, wiping the sweat off his brow. "This... is why I wait to take a shower after training."

"Well done, all of you. You haven't gotten rusty in the downtime," Constance congratulated the rocketeers.

Megan nudged Modya with her elbow. "Aww. Didn't take a shower with Jessie?"

The Russian pulled down his Ushanka, and shook his head at Megan. "And you said the squid was a pervert," he muttered in embarrassment.

 

[DarkGemini24601]

A Day in the Life – Modya Dragomirov
Part 2

0930 Hours, August 28th, 2018
Medical Ward

After a quick shower and some breakfast, Modya headed down to the infirmary for a visit to Sharron. He carefully balanced the tray, containing humus, chicken salad, eggs, and coffee for the injured rocketeer. However, his progress was arrested by a familiar Indian woman guarding the door to Sharron's temporary room. "What can I do for you, Chandra?"

"I've mended the physical wounds, which could have been much worse than what you got, but she's a little fragile. Tread lightly, Modya," the psionic healer warned.

The Russian nodded. "I promise." Chandra stepping aside, he walked in. Sharron was lying on the bed, still a little pale with faint burn marks on her. The paper-ish white sheets were haphazardly pulled halfway up.

"Hi...Modya," Sharron mumbled.

"Brought you breakfast," Modya offered, laying the tray down on the holder over Sharron.

"Thanks..." the Israeli rocketeer said quietly.

Modya knelt down by Temple's bedside. "Listen, Sharron...you know none of that was your fault, right?"

"I was weak...not only did I get mind controlled, but I let that...monster panic me."

Modya shook his head. "You were facing a psionic being that had centuries of experience pulling people's strings, playing with other sentients like...puppets. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Better...believe that I'm getting neural dampening after this."

"I understand. Just remember that. And the panic is the same. You were hurt, scared, and susceptible. I don't think anyone else could have done better...we all have moments of fear and doubt. You actually pulled through it."

Sharron smiled weakly, and reached up for the coffee, taking a grateful sip. "Emily's... certainly persuasive. Tell her I said thanks... Jack too."

"I will. Anything else I can do for you?" Modya said gently.

"Kill that Ethereal?"

"Afraid I can't."

Sharron sighed. "I hate that thing being around...after what it did to Johnathan. After what it did to Volodarskii."

"We seem to keep losing our Russian troops," Modya noted sadly. "I'm not going anywhere, though."


"Got a kid on the way, right?"

Modya nodded slowly. "That's...getting around. And Jessica seems a little more open about it..."

"You act like that's a bad thing," Sharron responded curiously.

Modya nodded grimly. "Let's just say that if our covert operative comes back and finds out, I'm looking at getting my ass handed to me."

"Foulke thinks it's reckless," Sharron surmised. "Well, I think its sweet. Albert's too set in his ways, sometimes. He's past thirty, and married. If he's interested in kids, he ought to have had them by now."

"I suppose there is something as too much caution," Modya concluded. "Though he's not always wrong. Hope he is about Legion, though."

"I think they're agreeable," Sharron decided. "Anyway, enjoy your day, Modya. Don't talk to me half of it."

Modya chuckled, his mood lightened, and stood up. "If you insist."

***​

1215 Hours, August 28th, 2018
Mess Hall

Modya sat down at the table, his companions assembled. He had smuggled in food from the bar, and spread it among his friends. "How was psi training, Scarlet?"

"... arrogant bitch..." Scarlet muttered.

"That bad?"

Christine shook her head. "Not really. Scarlet just got offended at Elene insinuating she knew more about psionics, even if we had been using them awhile longer."

"What does she know? Genetic crap is her specialty," Scarlet protested.

"Even so... she kinda had a point. We didn't even think about the technicalities of mind merge," Christine countered.

"Anyone else do anything interesting?" Modya asked.

"I found out that Sunny's Russian," Megan offered between bites of her hot dog.

"She is?" Modya asked in surprise.

"Wait...you two really didn't know that?" Letz said, shaking his head. "I get Megan, but..."

"To be fair, she doesn't have an accent... and the silver hair muddles things. Emma has that now too. Is it an engineer thing?" Modya asked.

The others shrugged collectively.

 

[DarkGemini24601]

A Day in the Life - Modya Dragomirov
Part 3

1515 Hours, August 28th, 2018
Main Gymnasium

Right hook. Left one. Step back, kick. Strike again. Modya repeated this mantra in his head, carrying out the specified movements in practice.

"Not bad... you have augmented arm muscles?"

Modya turned to face the speaker, a woman in a black uniform, a symbol on her shoulder indistinct from this distance. "Correct. Magnified Bicep Structure. How did you know?"

"I've got similar stuff for my muscular structure as a whole. You tend to learn to pick these things out," the black-haired operative replied.

"You're...Vee, right?" Modya guessed, the legion badge on the clone's arm practically settling the matter. "I've heard a lot about you.”

Vee crossed her arms. “Like what?”

“Well…”

The destroyer chuckled. “You’re not going to offend me...I’m just curious.”

Modya sighed. “That you were...rambunctious? And that you slept with one of the gunners.”

Vee grinned. “Correct, and correct. And you are…”

“Modya Dragomirov, rocketeer,” the Russian responded.

“Ooh, a rocketeer, huh?” Vee held her chin. “Nice to find another person who loves blowing things up.”

“Are you one as well, then?” Modya inquired.

“Not exactly. I fancy myself a ‘Destroyer, I can fill the role of a gunner, rocketeer, heavy, grenadier, assault, infantry, or scout,” the clone explained.

“How…?”

Vee tapped her head. “Implants, and a lot of knowledge that came with my creation.”

“You were created specifically for combat, then.”

“Yep.”

Modya shook his head. “Sounds like a lonely existence.”

“Not really. I get to protect my family, and kick some ass doing it. I am a warrior, that is what I do. You’re not so different,” Vee responded.

“But surely it must get tiresome to kill…”

“The aliens attacked us, so I’ve got no qualms about putting them out of their misery. Same goes for Viktor’s gutter trash.”

Modya shrugged. “It is a fair point, but I enjoy having facets to my life in addition to battle.”

“Well, that’s what family is for.” Vee sighed deeply. “Though I can’t seem to hold a girlfriend...or get a boyfriend.”

Modya raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Didn’t you…”

“Gunner was Mary Thomas.”

Her… “Oh.” Modya chuckled. “I see, but she sounds like one that wouldn’t mind seconds.

“Thing is, I was told that her...main girlfriend, I guess?” Vee scratched her head. “Point is, I thought Ayame was cool with me having sex with Mary. Turns out, not so much...from what I’ve heard. So seconds are probably out of the question...and I don’t...really know how to go about apologizing.”

“Why did you think they would be?” Modya asked, trying to get clarification.

“Mary told me so,” Vee replied sullenly. “She either lied, or misunderstood.”

“I’d give her the benefit of the doubt and go with the latter. But… just explain that to Ayame then, if you feel the need to apologize,” Modya suggested. “From what I know about her, she may be vulgar at times, but she’s not cruel. I doubt she’d hold it against you.”

Vee slapped Modya on the back. “You’re a good guy, Dragomirov. If you ever want to train, I’m your girl. I don’t suppose you’re…”

“Spoken for. Jessica Lockheart,” Modya replied quickly.

“Damn.”

***​

1900 Hours, August 28th, 2018
Executive Room, Mess Hall

“How have things been for you, Tom?” Modya asked, passing the ‘messenger’ his coffee.

Thomas shrugged. “Things have been quiet. You people get to go on missions or have crazy things like ethereal attacks happen to you. I just sit in my office and do typical things...no, that’s unfair. Let me tell you…” He laid his hand on the table, looking at Modya seriously. “I’ve got to deal with your Megan and Sarah Wong constantly. It’s...interesting.”

“Why them in particular?” the Russian asked, wanting the simple explanation rather than the theatrics. He did not get what he wanted.

“Well, Sarah’s adoptive son and Megan’s sister are staying with my sister. I have to make sure that Golin and Marabelle are happy, or Megan gets antsy and Sarah gets...scarier than usual,” Tom explained.

“Sarah has...a son? I didn’t think she was the sort of person to adopt,” Modya said, not quite believing the assistant manager of records.

Tom waved a finger. “Classified. You’d have to ask her…” he grinned. “Need I point out why that wouldn’t work?”

Modya chuckled. “I value this head of mine. It’s good for something, at least.”

“Wouldn’t have such a lovely girlfriend otherwise. You ever realize how lucky you are to have someone who’s attractive and smart?”

The Russian nodded. “Occurs to me a lot.”

“Technically...two girlfriends, you bastard,” Thomas finished with a bemused expression.

“I already told you, it makes more sense than having them date two separate guys with one body…”

Tom waved his hand at the flustered Modya. “I know, just messing with you. I don’t think you made a bad decision there.”

“Anyone...catch your eye, Burrick?” Modya asked as he composed himself, a bit irritated.

Thomas shrugged. “Not at the moment. I mean, there are people that do physically, but I don’t exactly have time for that sort of thing right now. I might soon, but even so…” He scoffed. “People think this is odd for some reason, but I’m the sort of guy that lets the girl make the first move.”

“Awkward around women?” Modya asked, starting to grin.

“Not that!” Tom protested. “...exactly. I just don’t feel like throwing myself into a situation where I could get rejected or find out they’re already involved.”

“I can understand that… though it’s not always easy to find a woman compatible with that approach,” the Russian responded.

“You don’t get to talk. You get to go around with your fancy accent and woo all the women,” Tom muttered.

“I do get the impression people find it attractive...I always thought it was a bit inconvenient when speaking English…” Modya mused.

“It helps you more than you realize.”

***​

2145 Hours, August 28th, 2018’
Room of Modya Dragomirov and Jessica Lockheart

Modya quietly opened the door, peering in. He smiled gently when he saw Jessica asleep on the bed, probably worn out from work. Just as beautiful when you sleep. The Russian gingerly laid his ushanka down on the counter, and climbed into bed.

I suppose we’ve both had a long day. Though this seems to be the typical manner. A crazy but enjoyable existence. Lyudi strannyye, but also lyudi khorosho dlya menya. (People are good to me.) Modya laid back, sleep seeming to come easy.

 

[Dahlexpert]

Dahlexpert and DarkGemini24601:

“I’m Meeting the Family at Last”

XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia

1630 Hours, August 28th, 2018

Shooting Range

With a shower of sparks, the first simulated Outsider burst into fragments that decayed into the air. Vee reloaded her scatter blaster, seeming satisfied, and glanced at the other alien hiding in a power room of the medium UFO. “Other one’s yours, Eva.”

“Right, Eva throws a flash grenade into the room, and got to cover so the explosions didn’t blind her. When Eva heard an explosion. she emerged from cover and saw the second outsider. Eva fired at the blinded outsider until it turns into fragments. “Well that was easy, and you're getting better Vee. If I didn't know any better I would say someone was doing some secret training.”

The simulation came to an end, and Vee shook her head with a grin. “Nope, just the normal stuff. And you have to remember, the implants make it so I have access to any of the technical parts of fighting I want. Only thing I have to work on is experience.”

“Hum so you really are a natural soldier.” Eva walked up to Vee and patted her shoulder “I’m very proud of you Vee, and with you getting better. It’s only a matter of time until you get a mission of your own, let’s just hope no one tries to shoot you since you were with EXALT and all that garbage.”

“I’d like to think most of them don’t give a shit,” the destroyer replied. “And finally having a mission where I’m not held back by crappy K clones should be fun. Emma got the better luck with fighting alongside our actual forces…”

“Hey these guys aren’t like Viktors clones they’re real soldiers, so you're in good hands. Now, yes they don’t trust you, but trust is earned Vee not given. A few missions on the field and they will trust you. Just don’t go crazy out there OK.”

“Says the woman who cut a ‘zerker in half,” Vee replied with a chuckle. “In any case, I’ll take that advice to heart. I should probably head back now, though.”

“Yea let me escort you, hell I’ve still never seen your room.”

“Must have slipped my mind,” Vee responded. “Sure, come this way.” She started walking for the ‘Legion Command Center’.

Eva whistled. “I might have to turn traitor, or tell the Commander that I was with EXALT.”


“Don’t think there’d be any reason for you to go rogue, mother.” Vee shook her head. “They have no idea you were connected. For all they know, the ‘E’ template was some random person that disappeared after giving Lusett their DNA” she explained in a low tone.


“Yeah. There's no point in me revealing who ‘E’ is, let them think what they want. Probably better that way. Because I’m not your brother, the commander trusts him. She doesn't have that same trust with me so she might throw me in the brig and keep me there.”

Vee came upon the door, nodding to the two robotic guards. “I don’t think it’d be that bad, she seems pretty cool. We’re allies now, they won’t throw one of ours in the brig. That said, no sense in risking any mistrust right now by telling them, ‘oh, sorry! we meant two spies that Lusett sent!’, after all.” The destroyer opened the door, and stepped inside.

Emma was sitting at a computer, looking over a design for Avanix’s M.E.S.H.A. suit with Lily assisting her. The heiress, for her part, was working on Lusett’s old iPad. Elene looked up as Eva entered. “Ah, Eva.” She glanced between Eva and Vee. “The resemblance is indeed striking in person.”

Eva turned her head and walks up to Elene “Wow you look just like me, So I take it your Elene Exalt, my second child really.” Eva looks up and down at Elene “I have to admit me and Lusset did make a very good looking kid.” Eva hugged Elene “It’s good to finally meet you kid.”

Elene smiled. “I am glad to finally meet you. Though I would say that my DNA is more Lusett’s than yours, but that does not make me less of your daughter.”

“That it doesn't, Elene. So this is where you have been since you got here. Well I met Vee so tell me Elene: did you make any more people that share my blood?”

“Emma is my direct clone, so she shares the same ratio as me,” Elene explained. “Lily has trace amounts of it, though she was intended to be the most like our other mother.”

Emma nodded to Eva, saying hello, while Lily did the same, but shyly, and more timid.

Eva walked up to Lily. “Hi my name is Eva what’s yours?”

“As Elene stated, I am Lily,” the brown-haired clone stated quietly. “Or Subject 156, if you prefer, but not many do.”

“Yeah there's a reason for that, you're a human being.” Eva lightly hugged Lily. “It’s good to finally meet you Lily.”

156 nodded slowly, both unconsciously and to acknowledge Eva’s words. I...see where Vee...got her personality from.

Eva released Lily “Well is there anyone else I should meet?”


Elene thought for a moment. “Well, you’ve already seen the Adam clones and Legion. But I don’t think you’ve met Avanix. We’re still doing some final tweaks on her body, so…” Elene snapped her fingers, and a hologram of a woman in a mixture of futuristic and angellic armor, with blond hair and a similar color of eyes appeared.


Avanix bowed graciously. “Hello, Eva Aegerter.”


“Ha ha, so your still alive aren’t you Avanix, I have admit I thought you were long dead when Viktor took over. I thought her killed you….well deleted you.”


“He attempted to, but I fled to Elene’s birthplace. He tried to kill me twice, in fact, but I’ve endured thanks to the implants the Eve line bears,” the A.I. explained. “And I am much more advanced in terms of personality that last we met. I believe I was just that Ipad, then.” Avanix shook her head. “It must have slipped our mind to tell you. I was taking Desmond’s mental ‘calls’, after all.


“Well Desmond is psionic so you couldn't contact me even if you wanted to. But I have admit you have gotten more advanced since I last saw you, hard to believe that you were that Ipad back then.”


The A.I. nodded. “And thanks to some assistance from Dr. Randolf, Sunny, and Alice, I should soon have a suitable android body to operate from, in addition to my M.E.S.H.A. compatible one.”


“Well, seems like joining X-COM was the best decision for everyone. Also Avanix I also gotten better since you last saw me.I can now reach restriction level one now hell the last time you saw me I was struggling with level two.”


“Better mastery over the abilities Lusett gave you. That is interested indeed,” Avanix replied. “In any case, it is good to have you alongside us, even if it cannot be publically.”


“That it is, but I still wish I was there to save Lusett and Eve. But no matter, we will avenge her death. And Elene don’t worry I will make sure there's enough of Viktor to go around for all of you.”


Elene nodded. “I was going to reserve that right for Lily...but on introspection, I will not stain her hands with blood. That right and curse of revenge will rest in my hands, as I originally planned.”


“Well then, I guess the only thing that’s left for us is to wait for him to come to us. And when he comes we'll be sure to wipe out every last poisonous remain of EXALT and then...” Eva looked at Elene. “The proper owner can take it back.”


“Indeed. Viktor shall come, and we shall wipe out his stain upon the esteemed name ‘Exalt’,” Elene proclaimed.

 

[Adrammalech]

// RAPID RENEWAL //
Emily Fischer
XCOM Headquarters – Medical Wing
Siberia, Russian Federation
4:04 PM

Emily leaned against the door frame, watching the red-headed girl get carted back through the hall. A large bandage wrapped around most of her head, as well as a somewhat bloodied sheet covering her lower half.

“Well?”

The nurse gave a sad smile.

“We were able to take off the conditioner and reversed the…modifications, to her reproductive system. Whoever talks to her will need to be a miracle worker, though. The weeks or months of conditioning won’t go away just because the drugs are gone.”

“But the changes came off easily? No rupturing, no traps, nothing like that?”

“As easy as neurosurgery gets, yes.”

The nurse continued down the hall, pushing the comatose girl to her room.

“Well, I’ll be fucked…she actually helped…” Emily sighed.

Emily ducked back into her room, letting out a little yawn. She peeked under the bandages on her hand, the reconstruction surprisingly almost already healed, having slept through most of the recovery. She took a seat on her bed and ruffled through the gifts on her nightstand. Her hands grasped onto a handwritten card from Ammelia and opened it.

Emily, I hope you get well soon. Me, Nika, and all your friends can't wait until you get better. Having that... thing... inside your head must have been terrible... But you're strong, you're a fighter, and I know you can make it through this, and when you do, we'll all be here for you.

- With Love, Ammelia. ​

Emily smiled to herself, excited to see her again. Excited to see everyone again, really. After the mission, she was craving a dose of normalcy in her life, but she did want to stay and make sure everyone recovered as well. She looked up when she heard the subtle click of her door carefully closing. Dallas stood there, smiling.

“I heard someone woke up,” he said. “I was starting to worry.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Emily wore a confident grin as he sat beside her, “I always get out of trouble. It’s the only thing that gets me into trouble.”

“Of course, makes sense,” Dallas chuckled.

They touched each other’s cheeks and kissed slowly, enjoying their embrace. They quickly got carried away, exchanging warm breaths and tugging at their clothes. Emily’s sense kicked in and placed her hand on his chest.

“As much as I’d love for you to tackle me into this amazingly comfortable bed, maybe we should wait until we’re a little healthier.”

“Mmhmm, unless giant purple splotches are hot to you for some reason.”

Emily scrunched up her nose and kissed him again, a little chaster this time.

“I think I’ve had enough of purple for a few days,” she said sadly.

“I imagine so,” he nodded. “How did your meeting go?”

“Eh. I helped some people, but I don’t really want to talk about it. How is Sven doing?”

“Think he’s getting a check-up right now, for his new leg. Engineering’s making a new one for him.”

Emily looked down. “What Luxuria did…what she made me do…it hurt everyone.”

“It could’ve killed everyone. We’re only alive because you stopped it.”

“Yeah…thanks. Just have to keep remembering that.”

Dallas shuffled a bit and put his hand on hers.

“So, you ready for physical therapy yet?” Dallas asked.

“Believe it or not, I don’t know if even I need it. You can barely notice where I got shot, and the aliens never touched me. On the outside, at least.”

“It’ll help you get your mind off things at least. Come on,” he pushed her a bit and rose to his feet, “let’s get you moving.”

Emily got up with him, nudging back into him playfully as she followed along. As the nurses walked by her with another captive on a gurney, she let go of his hand and whipped it behind her, acting innocently. In the smaller gym inside the medical wing, Nika, Brown, and Temple were there, doing low-risk exercises to nurse their wounds. They waved when they saw her, their skin patched up and their slings beside their workout equipment, their own healing looking as though it was coming along well. Nika rushed over quickly, smiling and bouncing more than normal.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Nika grinned.

“Hey Nika, good to see you looking healthy,” Emily responded with a hug.

“I got pretty lucky, I guess. Don’t got a magnetic body like Dallas.”

Emily snickered and looked to the side with a wink. “He certainly does have one.” Dallas grinned and snickered in turn.

“Umm…so, workout?” Nika awkwardly said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to hit the treadmill, get this knee moving.”

“Sounds good. Dallas, you wanna spot me by the bench?”

“Of course, let’s do it,” he replied.

Emily split up from the others, climbing onto the belt and hooking the clip onto her waist. She walked for a moment on the low setting, then cranked it up to a brisk jog. She relaxed into a rhythm, enjoying the leisurely movements of her legs and melodic thumps of the rubber belt. She began humming a song to herself for a few minutes, eventually becoming bored and wanting to crank it up even more. As she reached for the dial again, she felt like something was off, and she began to tense up.

Emily suddenly felt her vision blurring, bringing her hand to her head. She darted down to her waist and pulled the clip, jumping off the belt as it slowed to a stop. She leaned against the side of the treadmill and started to slump, her vision continuing to defocus and distort before her. Her eyes went wide like they did when she was forced into a flashback, her skin shuddering at what was happening, uncertain as to why it was.

Her vision reformed, much like a dream, but in perfect resolution. Visions of silver and emerald moons across a green-tinged sky, a small red sun burning above her and sweeping away, soft soil underneath her feet that she never needed to touch. She saw pods of green bubbling fluid and trays with Mutons inside, engineered to be smarter and creative, the experiment doing little but making them faster and somehow stronger. In the center of it all, her project, a single female Muton caged in a vertical pod. The hooks and tubes linked to the female from every direction in the pod. She felt disappointment, impatience. Another failure. The image swept away, breaking apart and flushing into nothingness. She blinked rapidly and saw the gym again from the perspective of the floor.

“Hey! Hey!” Nika shouted, snapping her fingers in her face.

“I’m fine! Fine, fine…” Emily said quickly, calming her down.

“You okay?”

“Sorry…I, uh…got real woozy there for a sec. Think I need to take a slower speed.”

“Maybe you should go lie back down. Take it easy, huh?”

“Y-yeah. You’re right. Mind walking back with me?”

Nika smiled accommodatingly and helped her to her feet. They walked back towards Emily’s room, Nika making sure to keep her hands nearby if she fell over again.

“At least most everyone’s on their feet,” Nika said. “Everything will be back to normal soon.”

“Yep, back to normal,” Emily sighed.

 

[DarkGemini24601]

DarkGemini24601 and Dahlexpert: “Joining the Ranks of the Mind”

XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia
1830 Hours, August 28th, 2018
The Surface

Atka stretched her hands out, the cold air somewhat refreshing after being trapped in a hospital bed for a few days. She was still a little sore, but Chandra had allowed her parole, if only with the restriction that she shouldn’t overwork herself. Doesn’t mean I can’t practice a little.

The Inuit woman concentrated, closing her eyes, and used psi inspiration on herself. Lessen the willpower needed to call it forth, and… She held her palm open, watching as a telekinetix helix tipped with a spike wound itself into the air. “Seems to be a little easier…”

Ashley saw Atka looking at her hands. “Should you really be out here? I mean, you could be giving away our position to invisible aliens.”

Atka chuckled. “I’m pretty sure they already know where we are.” The scout captain turned to Ashley. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Ashley breathed out seeming very pleased with the cold. “Ah, it feels lovely out here, doesn't it?” Ashley shook her head. “Sorry, I was just enjoying the fresh air but, I need your help Atka.”

“With what?” the Inuit woman asked.

The medic sighed. “I hate asking for help. But recently I went into the psi labs, and I became a psionic, a blue psionic. And I hear that you're also a blue psionic so can you help me?”

“A psionc…” Atka tensed a little. A Van Dam as a psionic… and the same variant as me. “I can teach you better control over your powers. I’m not sure if you’ll learn them the exact same way I did, but I can certainly give it a shot.”

“Well thank you. I very appreciate it, so thank you.”

“So what can you do so far?” Atka inquired. “Once I know that, we can work from there.”

“Well, I’m not sure. I never tried anything yet. I wanted to train with you first so I can see what I can do from there,” Ashley explained.

Atka nodded. “Alright then...we could start off with one of the basic abilities that I learned.” I’m initiating the connection, but you should be able to use basic telepathy with ease like other psionics, the scout spoke into Ashley’s mind. “So, do you want to learn a more offensive ability, mindfray, or a more utility ability, ESP?”

I would like to learn some of the offensive abilities. Ashley said with her mind.

Alright then. Atka held out her hand again, and a similar double helix to the previous one formed. The difference is that the icy psionic structure seemed more fluid than the telekinetic variant. The idea of mindfray is to make an enemy hallucinate by attacking the mind and nervous system. I discovered this ability with a need for defense, to distract or confuse my enemy. That could be how you learn it, it could not. But that is the concept.

Ashley held up her hand. And stayed completely calm and focus her psi abilities on her hand. A dark blue orb started to form in Ashley's hand.” “OK so what do I do know?”

“That...is actually a good question. Try...using it on me,” Atka offered. “I used a will-strengthening ability on myself, so it probably won’t work or have a strong effect, but its the action that matters at the very least.”

“Alright if you say so.” Ashley throws the orb that she had in her hand at Atka. The Inuit woman’s vision blurred around the edges, and she saw the ghostly outline of a Muton running at her.

The scout held her head for a moment. “Not bad...also proves that I’m still a little worn out…”

“Hum, well it seems I was destined to have these abilities. Because that felt natural to me like it was nothing.”

“Perhaps. From what I can tell, it seems like each color variant might have abilities tied to them. And those do feel natural, easier to pull off,” Atka stated. “Good to see we’ll have another psionic fighter.” I only hope that you do not let that power spiral out of your control, or abuse it, the captain added to herself alone.

“hum well, it would be a good thing to have another psionic soldiers.But Atka I have a question for you.”

“What is your question?” Atka responded, her vision returning to normal.

“Tell me Atka were did you grow up, were you raised in a tribe or like normal people?”

“I lived in a tribe in Nunavut growing up,” the Inuit explained, seeming happy that Ashley was interested in her past. “I left when I was eighteen to join the army.”

Ashley got a smile on her face and slowly laughed. “Well well it seems like we have a lot more in common. I was also raised in a tribe, but the only difference is that my family is a tribe of mercenaries and soldiers so, I’m interested what was your tribe like Atka?”

“Something more...traditional. We’re native Inuit of Canada, and half of us were hunters and fishers, the other half those that worked in the village,” Atka replied.

“Hum so simple true my people also hunt gather food and works on our village. But were more war like. We train ourselves every day from when were young, for hunting of course but weapons training they only get when our teenagers are eighteen and if the chose to. to be honest were more like a small village than a tribe.”

 

[DarkGemini24601]

Atka crossed her arms. “You say boring, but I see it more as a simple way of life that served us well. I owe a lot of my values to that life, and we all worked together without much conflict. I’m not so sure being warlike is something to be proud of…”

“Hey the world is brutal, were just teaching our kids how to defend themselves, but it’s a choice. We love freedom of choice, so when a child is of age we will train him if he choses not to become a mercenary or a soldier then he/she will help around the village. We all love each other and will defend one another but those that don’t want to become a soldier or a mercenary. They become weapon makers, or teachers or hunters. My family always try to teach the next generation values, and have at least some pride.”

“Well, you say that you all love each other...and maybe that’s true…” Atka’s expression darkened. “But that same warlike mentality produced someone like Scarlet.”

“No” Ashley’s expression darkened. “What happen to Scarlet, having a piece of shit of an uncle who leaves our family and knocks up some woman and have a child. And then pump that child with drugs make her a prostitute and make her so filled with hate and anger that she makes something to express that anger. What happen to Scarlet was her own parent’s fault, when I found her she was a mess I gave her a chance to release that anger on people that deserve it. like drug lords and pimps, and the sex trade. Scarlet takes pleasure in destroying those. But were trying to heal her and she’s getting better, but she will never trust anyone that is not in her family.”

“Taking the path of vengeance only leads to deepening hatred. Scarlet proved this. And again, you’re proving my point. Your uncle was no good man. Having a more brutal culture leads to those sort of people you won’t like… I’m thankful that we never had anyone like that in my tribe. Not to that extent,” Atka spoke.

“Atka there are certain things brutal culture or not that leads people down that path. And not a day goes by that I wish things could be different for Scarlet,but she’s a lot better now with us than she was then, Hell now she’s a hunter hell she leads the hunting tribe in my village, and she teaches the young kids how to fish and how to hunt down other pray. She also feeds our dogs and so on but I will say I wish Scarlet could be different but after what happened to her she will make sure no one goes thru that.”

“I have a hard time believing the person that assaulted several people on our base and disobeyed orders more than any soldier I’ve commanded is so...good on the inside,” Atka responded tiredly.

“What’s the expression, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Tell me Atka if you been through what Scarlet did. Would you trust any one outside your family?”

“Given time, maybe. I don’t pretend to understand entirely, but I know this…” Atka began. “if I were her, and I distrusted people that much, I wouldn’t sign up for a military organization like this. She claimed to be a ‘mercenary’ that didn’t work well with others, meaning she shouldn’t have signed up for an organization that requires cooperation. Her place wasn’t with us, and in the end, that’s what got her kicked out; the root of the problem was that.”

Ashley got a smile on her face. “What can I say, we love fighting and to face an enemy that has never been seen. how can you not sign up for that?”

“If it was going to put the lives of others at risk, enjoyment of battle wouldn’t be worth it,” Atka rebuked. “I’m not saying you’re exactly like her...but it’s a dangerous mentality to put combat above the lives of your comrades.”

“Trust me I understand that and I have seen scarlet do things I thought she would never do for other people. but I was in the military so I understand that civilian lives come first. but Scarlet she kinda get’s that not all the time but when she can and if she thinks she cans she will save people.But i’m not like her I have a higher moral and hold of my sanity than her.”

“I believe you,” Atka returned. She sighed. “I think...that’s enough for today. But I’m glad I could help, at least.”

“Sure and thanks for the help with my powers, I truly appreciate it. And if you tribe ever needs help they can come to my home i’ll tell my people to take good care of them.”

Atka watched the field medic go, and sighed. Not as frustrating as arguing with Scarlet on a mission, but the Van Dams seem to too much confidence... and no direct offense to Ashley, but I would not trust the Van Dams to protect my people. With a shake of her head, Atka went back to training.

 

[DarkGemini24601]

ZombieSplitter53, MarineAvenger, and DarkGemini24601: “Out of Control”

XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia
1700 August 30th, 2018
The Bar

Atka shook her head, momentarily glancing back at the bar from the booth she was sitting at. “No, I think it’s fine that Elene is developing psionics… I just know that a lot of people around here aren’t fans of mesmerism. She’s wise to keep the specifics quiet, for the most part.”

“People feared us when we were first revealed ourselves,” Desmond reminded his friend. “You can trust her and the rest of the Legion forces. If they act up, I will be sure to try and step in to help.”

“I don’t think they will. Being able to control someone’s mind is a little different than what we have, though,” the Inuit woman responded. “It could be useful… but I understand that Ammelia is… not a fan of it, for reasons I haven’t clarified. Best if she doesn’t find that out.”
A sudden wave of energy erupted through the room, seeming to come from everywhere at once. Most of the patrons continued their various conversations and games as though nothing had happened, but an unsettling feel ran down the spine of Atka and Desmond, as well as Sylvia Christel, who suddenly shuddered and threw a dart into the wall, barely missing another soldier’s head.

Atka quickly got up from her seat, her eyes darting around the room. “You felt that, right? Don’t tell me we’ve got another psionic visitor…”

Desmond slowly stood up and looked around as well. “This won’t end well. We need to move, now.”

Excuse me? A feminine voice called out through their heads. Sylvia suddenly pulled out her sidearm, pointing it at a figure in a black-hooded cloak in the center of the bar. Several soldiers near her took a step back, looking between her and the spot she was pointing at in confusion. “Easy, Sly,” one of them said. “I-It’s just a game.”

Desmond walked up behind Sylvia and put a hand on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. “Don’t make a scene.”

Sylvia looked around at the soldiers around them. Noting their confusion, she faked a smile. “Um… j-just kidding…” She slowly holstered her weapon.

I believe only we can see her, the scout captain surmised. Sit down, and let’s try to deal with this… quietly. Addressing the cloaked figure, Atka warned, I hope you are not in league with the last one that attacked us. Invidia learned that attacking our HQ is not a positive experience.

No, I am not. Apologies. I would have prefered to contact you in private. I searched for your central officer, but she is engaged with an even larger group. And do not fear. The being floated over to one of the soldiers and reached out with a long, black arm, its hand passing through him. Your shield is plenty capable of keeping your enemies out. This is simply a hologram, though one designed to only be visible to those with a sufficient enough amount of psionic energy.

What is your purpose here? Why would someone like you try to make contact with us? Desmond asked.

You felt that surge of energy, yes? We were nearby, and detected a sudden spike of energy emanating from the base. I feared the Ethereal you have captive had escaped, but that is not where the energy surge originated from.

That might have been the one I fought departing after we drove him out, Atka suggested. Though I didn’t realize the simple departure of his mind would have such a profound effect.

The cloaked figure shook its head. The one you call ‘Invidia’ is gone. It did not come from him. I believe it came from another human. It pointed in the general direction of central command. I believe it originated from the work room of your commanding officer.

Atka, we should go and find out what is going on. Even if this is a trap, if something is wrong we need to take care of it.

I doubt they could lay a trap in our own base. We’ll go, though. The captain stood up, and started walking, adding to their guest, You...wouldn’t happen to be the one the salvage team met in Luxuria’s base, would you?

I would. And you would be Atka. And you Desmond. The one called Jessica thinks highly of both of you.

Wait, our Jessica? Who exactly are you? Desmond asked as he moved to leave.

An enemy of your enemy. And thus, an ally of sorts. I would discuss this with you at greater lengths, but I believe there are more pressing issues at hand.

“I-I’ll go find central officer Brea,” Sylvia said out loud, rushing off from a bunch of confused teammates.

“Everything’s fine, we’re just a little busy right now!” Atka told them, and then rounded the corner, running off for the command center with Desmond.

*****​

As the pair rushed into the Commander’s office, Peggy laid unconscious on her desk, seemingly sleeping soundly. Morrigan sat at her own desk, staring forward, a glazed look in her eyes.

Desmond ran towards the Commander with a worried look, searching around the office in case Brigid was there as well.

Atka’s worry only grew as she saw Morrigan was the only occupant of the room. “You don’t think that discharge could have been from Brigid…?”

“Your father… is dead…” Morrigan muttered.

The scout captain paled. “Good lord…”

Desmond paled as well, looking at Morrigan with a worried expression. “I was afraid this would happen…”

“He died… in New York… during a raid… on EXALT…” Morrigan continued, monotone. “They all know… didn’t want to let you know… he’s located… in the Swiss… Alps…”

“Shit. She’s not really thinking of…!” Atka went over to the computer, looking for the PA system. “We need to lock down the hangar. She might try influencing the pilots.”

Desmond looked at Atka with pleading eyes. “Let me go after her. I can calm her down.”

An alarm rang throughout the base. Over the PA, someone shouted about a large telekinetic force making its way past engineering, on its way to the hanger. All crew and soldiers on the way had been found unconscious.

“Desmond, you won’t make it there in time. We need to give ourselves another minute or two, and I’m not letting you handle that on your own. I know Brigid as well as you do, there’s no sense in you always running off on your own. I’m here to help, and I’m not going anywhere.” Atka hit the comm system. “This is Captain Atka Ipiktok. Lock down the hangar, we have a situation. Confirming report of psionic powers, but do not attack the user. She’s one of ours.”

“Roger. Hangar doors locked down. We’ll hold off on our attack, but we need to defend…” the voice on the other end went silent. A moment later, he muttered, “Get out of my way.” The line then cut out.

Desmond gripped his metal hand trying to stop it from shaking. As much as his heart yelled at him to run, he knew that there was no way he could disobey Atka, especially with the Commander in the state she was in. “Atka...wake her up.”

Atka pressed her palm gently against Morrigan’s forehead, trying to dispel the trance that Morrigan had been put into. You there, Morrigan?

Morrigan slumped a bit, blinking rapidly. She looked between Atka and Desmond in confusion, then around the room. “Where… w-where’s Brigid?”

“She’s...in the hanger,” Atka answered honestly. “Locked down the doors, but she might be able to override it unless Alice or Cheshire keep it from being accessed from the terminal. We’re going down there now.”

Morrigan nodded, obviously trying not to panic. “A-alright. Head down there. Normally I’d have Aya join you, but her powers are a little too…” She bit her lip. “I’ll get a hold of Alice and see what she can do. I… I-I’m counting on you. Atka, I need you to combat her powers mentally, and Desmond, I need you to convince her to come to her senses. Please, just… save her from herself.”

“I promise I’ll bring her back, sir. No one’s running off after Viktor, he’s going to meet justice here,” the scout captain replied, and dashed out of the room.

Desmond gripped Morrigan’s shoulder. “Brigid will come to. I won’t allow her to do any harm. And that is a promise.” Desmond turned and ran at top speed towards the hangar.

 

[MarineAvenger]

ZombieSplitter53, MarineAvenger, and DarkGemini24601: “Out of Control” Part 2

The last bulk door finally buckled, and Brigid slowly walked in, her expression furious, her eyes bloodshot from crying. As several soldiers ran toward her, she turned to them, screaming, “Sleep!” They all collapsed where they stood.

Quickly rounding a corner, Alice shouted out, “Brigid, stop! You can’t leave! Just trust us to…” Her body froze a few feet from the girl, and she was flung back, slamming into the wall with enough force to leave a sizable dent in it.

I hope Desmond can better reason with her! Atka quickly formed two telekinetic double-helixes upon seeing Alice tossed aside, but they were not tipped with spikes as they usually were. Like chains, she shot them at the child, trying to arrest her progress.

Brigid collapsed to her knees, grasping her head. Shooting Atka an icy stare, she cried out, “Go… AWAY!” Her eyes glowed a bright violet as she sent a powerful psionic command to the scout.

“Nghh…” Atka held her head as the telekinetic force shattered, mental defenses working frantically to counter strength even she hadn’t been expecting. Trying to sate the echoing voice, the Inuit woman stepped back as she reeled from the mental assault, slowly denying the order.

“Brigid stop this!” Desmond called out to the small girl as the scene came into view. “What you are doing is bad Brigid. Please, stop this and come with me. We can hang out just like we did the other day.”

Brigid glared at Desmond, her body radiating a violet-red aura. A nearby computer terminal buckled under a wave of telekinetic force. “Y-you… you lied to me, Mr. Desmond. You said daddy was busy! You didn’t tell me! Tell me why!”

“Because I was trying to protect you. You have so much going on that learning you lost your Dad… we were afraid you couldn’t handle it. No child should have to lose their parents.” Desmond said, trying his best to persuade the girl without having to resort to fighting her mentally. “Just come here Brigid, let me help you.”

Atka’s hands glowed with a bit of an aqua-tinged blue, and Desmond felt a reassuring pulse of energy. Keep going...but just in case you need the boost, Atka reassured him as she used the psi inspiration.

Brigid shuddered, her tears dropping down her already red cheeks. “I… I have to get the man that killed daddy. I know where he is! I can get him! You… you should help me!”

Desmond shook his head. “Brigid you can’t do this. I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love but this is not the answer! I tried to kill him and I failed, almost getting a friend of mine killed. I won’t let you leave this base. I refuse to let you throw yourself blindly at revenge.”

Alice limped behind Atka, coughing a mouthful of white fluid out. “A-Atka. I-if you two can k-keep her busy, I could… s-stun her…”

“I’d...rather wait and see. If it comes to that, we can probably handle her without needing to risk your life,” Atka whispered. “You’re already damaged as is.”

“A-alright, b-b-but it’s an option.”

“You could come to, Mr. Desmond,” Brigid begged. “And Ms. Atka! We could find the man that hurt daddy, and then we… then we’ll…”

Desmond took a step towards Brigid and tried to get closer to the girl while she was distracted. “You know we can’t do that. What would your father think if he found out his little baby girl tried to kill someone. You don’t want that on your mind Brigid. Don’t let yourself become bad like the man who killed your father.”

“We can handle him when the time comes...but that isn’t now,” Atka continued gently. “Trust us to avenge him… it isn’t something you have to do yourself. That’s what we’re here for, to fight. We just want you to be safe.”

“But… b-but…” Brigid desperately tried to wipe away tears that wouldn’t stop. “I-I don’t want to let him try and hurt Atka and Desmond. I can’t lose you like daddy.” The aura around her weakened, but as it did so, it became more unstable, firing out random and slamming into the objects around her.

Desmond looked at Atka. Can you suppress her abilities in any way? I just need to get close to her.

Desmond...you’re not considering knocking her out, are you? That solves the problem temporarily, it doesn’t fix it permanently.

No, I have something different in mind. Can you do it?

Atka opened a hand, and another frosty helix, seeming more fluid than the first two, shot out, the spike seeming more blunt than usual. It thudded into Brigid’s head, but did not harm her, merely seeking to weaken her resolve and powers. The girl grasped her head again, and the discharges of energy momentarily stopped.

Desmond ran at Brigid from his slow steps and held out his arm. Instead of attacking, like the move looked like, Desmond wrapped his arm around the small girl and tried to hold her tightly without hurting her. “It is alright.”

Brigid squirmed a bit in his grasp, a large surge of energy shooting out and striking the dropship, leaving what looking like the scratch from an enormous key. After a few moments, she stopped struggling, and the aura of energy started to dissipate as the girl cried against Desmond’s chest.

“I know it hurts Brigid. Just let it out.” Desmond whispered at the girl, putting his other hand around the back of her head.

Brigid slowly nodded, and continued to cry. Alice let out a sigh of relief. “N-not bad. Though I d-d-don’t think Sunny’ll be happy.”

“Tell her it was my fault for asking you to do something so risky…” Atka smiled weakly. “At least I didn’t get the crap beaten out of me this time.”

“Y-yeah, though y-you look like you used a lot of energy.” She slowly limped out, and called back, “A-a-and Sunny o-ordered me to use a hologram to t-talk to her. I-I chose t-to come here myself.”

Desmond looked back at the two and picked Brigid up, letting her arms around his neck and her head laying on his shoulder. “I can bring her to Morrigan. You can stay with Alice, or you are free to join me.”

“If Alice can make it back to engineering, I’ll go with you,” Atka replied, looking at the hurt android sympathetically.

“Go on,”Alice said. “I’ve already turned off my pain receptors. One benefit of this body.”

“Would be nice if we could do that,” the Inuit woman responded, before following Desmond back to the Commander’s office.

*****

As Desmond gently placed Brigid on the couch, the young girl out cold, Morrigan seemed speechless. “I… I can’t… express how grateful I am to you, I…” She shook her head, and wiped a tear away.

“Desmond did most of the work, I just helped from the shadows,” Atka replied. “And sir...there is something else. The person that warned us where the pulse of energy we felt came from was the psionic Jessica met in the Gobi Desert.”

Morrigan’s eyes widened a bit. “They… they got on the base?”

Desmond shook his head. “No, the alien used a hologram. No one saw him but me, Atka, and Sylvia.”

Morrigan relaxed a bit, and leaned back against her desk. “Alright. We’ll… keep it between us and the senior staff for now. Hopefully this means they can be trusted, and this isn’t just a ploy to convince us as much.”

The captain nodded in understanding. “And I think it was a her, Desmond, not a male.”

Desmond shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t bother to ask the alien what it was, excuse me.” He joked.

Morrigan smiled. “Listen, you two… if there is anything… anything I can do to thank you for this, just tell me, please.”

“That expression and Brigid being safe are pretty much all I need,” Atka replied softly.

Desmond smiled at his friend and looked at Morrigan. “I do have a request for you Commander, though whether or not Atka wants to stay and listen is up to her.”

“I’d rather she did,” Morrigan said. “Please, go ahead.”

Desmond nodded. “I have been in contact with some old allies of mine, powerful allies. I wanted to know if you would be willing to hold a meeting and attend.”

Morrigan nodded. “Of course, Mr. Walker. If you can arrange it, I’ll be happy to speak with them.”

Desmond nodded. “Thank you.”

 

[Adrammalech]

// PRACTICE ROUND //
Emily Fischer
XCOM Headquarters – Medical Wing
Siberia, Russian Federation
8:23 PM

Emily opened the cardboard container by her bed, grabbing one of the chocolate pieces and popping it into her mouth. Her face curled in disgust. She realized off-brand Russian chocolates permitted for consumption on a military base were not a great gift, even in a heart box. She heard a light knock on her door as she washed the taste down with water, perking up a bit. Nika poked her head inside.

“It’s empty!”

“Alright, let’s do this,” Emily said, jumping up.

They walked towards the physical therapy area with a steady march, excitement and trepidation in their hearts.

“You sure this is a good idea, so soon after the mission?” Emily asked.

“I’m sure, you need to practice,” Nika replied. “Who knows what kind of powers you got from that freak, you need to get a hold on things so nothing bad happens.”

“Alright, alright. I just…I don’t want to risk hurting you, or anyone else.”

“And that’s why we’re going to nip this in the bud and practice together in a safe environment. No one else is there, and if anything happens, doctors storm the room and everyone’s fine.”

“Here’s our stop.”

Emily and Nika walked into the room and moved towards the center, a clean section with several mats that made for a decent looking testing ground. Nika clapped her hands excitedly.

“Let’s start with something easy,” she said.

Nika and Emily’s eyes flashed blue for a split-second as they connected for the first time. Nika’s voice arrived, crisp and cheerful in her mind.

Can you hear me, Emily?

Yep. Can you hear me?

I can!

“And since I’m blue, I can do an improved version, to get some helpful data.”

You’re…feeling content, but you’re also scared about using your psionics. You’re thirsty and want an orange juice and you think this room smells like sweaty feet.

Alright, alright, enough prying.

Nika giggled with excitement and gestured towards her. “Okay, your turn. Let’s see one of your orange abilities.”

The amber pattern in Emily’s eye subsumed the green, making her irises glow an unnatural orange. She raised her hands and summoned a Rift around her, lifting a few of the lighter dumbbells and suspending them in a cycle circulating her. She focused hard, pushing all of her thoughts into controlling the move so it would be slow and safe. With a blink and a flourish, the Rift dissipated and the dumbbells hit the ground with a muted metallic thunk.

“Nice. A lot better than last time,” Nika chuckled nervously.

“Thanks. If this stuff is all willpower, I figured I could control it.”

“Alright, this next one might be a little…well, painful. But I can control it, and you’re tough anyway.”

“We have to learn somehow,” Emily sighed.

Nika reached out with a blue strand of energy, shaped like a sewing needle. The hole wrapped around Emily’s head and she looked at her confused, and then distressed. Suddenly, thinking became wrong, and using logic was difficult for Emily. Trying out a simple math problem or understanding a color became arcane, and painful to think about. As soon as it came, it snapped back, and Emily blinked rapidly, slightly disorientated.

“That…doesn’t feel great…” Emily rubbed her temples, shaking off the inevitable headache.

“Well, that was the nice version. So the kind I use on the baddies will feel even worse.”

“I can get behind that…slowly…”

“You get to have your revenge at least, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Alright, alright,” Emily blinked away the disorientation and focused again. “Here it comes.”

Emily’s mind manifested an orange strand not unlike Nika’s, although it was more like a visible wavelength connecting their minds rather than a lasso to contain them. It touched Nika’s forehead, and Emily began focusing her energy. Nika blinked for a moment, and then sighed.

“Nothing’s happening,” she said.

“I don’t know, it’s hard to…want this, I guess.”

“Well, just act like it’s a different psionic. It’s all the same principles, right? Just use your instinct.”

Emily broke off the strand and tried again, sending another wave of orange into Nika. The connection began to grow and throb, Emily’s mind working on some instinct she never knew she had. Nika’s eyes went wide and she began to shiver, her entire body going pale and her face freezing in shock. Not a second later, her mouth shot open and she began to scream, a horrendous and shrill shriek for help. Emily ripped the cord and started rushing towards her as Nika dropped to her knees, begging and shouting at the air. Emily wrapped her arms around her and said her name over and over, until the effect subsided a few seconds later. Her brow was already coated in a sheen of sweat and tears were forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Nika, are you okay? Answer me,” Emily chanted.

“G-god…w-w-what the f-fuck was that? What the fuck was that?!”

“I-I don’t know, you told me to use my instincts and I did…”

“I saw her! She…she ripped off my clothes and she plugged me into their machines…she was going to…make me…” Nika’s voice caught in her throat.

“Her? Who?”

Nika shot her a stern glance, her thought jumping into her mind. Luxuria.

“I wasn’t thinking of that, I wouldn’t do that to you,” Emily looked with supreme guilt. “I’ll never do that again, I’m sorry.”

“N-n-no, you’re gonna do it again, just on the bad guys,” Nika stared with rage, talking through her teeth. “That’s the whole f-fucking point, Emily.”

“Never again on you, though.”

“No shit.”

A nurse burst through the doors, a medkit gripped in his right hand. He looked at the two women with confusion, and a tinge of suspicion.

“What’s going on in here,” he asked.

“It’s okay, Nika just…sprained her finger. She’s okay,” Emily said.

“Come on, Sgt. Orlov, we should get you back to your room so we can check it out.”

Nika got up and walked towards the nurse. He gestured out the door and she began following, trailing a few footsteps behind. Nika’s voice reemerged in Emily’s mind, this time dark and forceful. The frosty statement was intimidating, and strangely energizing.

You need to learn to control yourself. You can’t stop being psionic because of guilt, over this or over anything. If you don't figure out your power, something bad will happen again.

I know, I just…don’t want to be a weapon. I want to hold the weapon.

No excuses. Keep practicing.

Okay, Nika…I will. I’ll figure this out, I promise.

Nika vanished back down the hallways, leaving Emily with her thoughts. She clenched her fists, angry at Luxuria, angry at all of them. The dumbbells floated around her again, rotating around her until she let them drop.

 

[ZombieSplitter53]

ZombieSplitter53 and DarkGemini24601: “Closure”

Berwyn, Illinois, USA
Unknown Date, Unknown Time

“Alright, just a few more to go,” Ayame shouted. “These alien bastards have nothing on…”

A gunshot right next to her silenced her boasting. Slowly looking to her left, she stared in horror at Mary, blood seeping from the wound in her head, the still smoking pistol in her hand. Another shot rang out, and a quick look to the right found Desmond in the same condition.

“No… no, why?” Ayame screamed, and jumped out of cover, mowing down the remaining aliens. She dropped her weapon, and ran back to her fallen friends, desperate for an answer why.

“Because, Ayame,” Atka answered her thoughts, slowly walking over. “It’s time to die.”

Ayame shook her head. “No… no, we won, why… we shouldn’t… e-even if we were losing, we can’t…”

“It’s time to kill yourself, Ayame.” Atka reached out, offering Ayame a pistol. Ayame slapped it from her hand, but another appeared in its place. “Kill yourself, Ayame.”

“It’s time to kill yourself, Ayame,” Mary agreed as she sat up, the blood still dripping from her headshot.

“You should kill yourself.” Desmond took a step behind her.

I should kill myself.

“It is time to die,” the three soldiers said in unison.

Time to die.

“You need to kill yourself.”

I need to kill myself.

“You need to die!”

I… need to…

“KILL YOURSELF!!!” Atka placed the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

*********************

August 31st, 0200 Hours

“NO!” Ayame screamed, sitting up with a start. Her eyes darted around her dark room as a cold sweat dripped from every pore on her body. She sat there for several seconds, starring forward as she desperately tried to catch her breath.

Atka stirred, slowly sitting up from her bed and adjusting her eyes. “Ayame? Are you alright?”

Ayame quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and calmed her breathing. “Um… um, yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fair enough, considering how many times I probably have with my nightmares.” Atka adjusted her pillow. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Uh… no, it’s okay.” She slid out of her bed. “Just… ever since I got that gene mod in my head, I’ve been having some bad dreams. Just… need to go do something. Maybe tire myself out in the gym.”

“Not a bad plan. easier to sleep when you don’t have the energy for dreams,” Atka offered.

“Right.” Ayame slipped on some sweats. “I’ll be back in a bit. Try to fall back asleep before then. Don’t need my dreams keeping us both up.”

The Inuit woman gave a nod and a reassuring smile, and then laid back down.

Ayame quickly made her way to the gym, avoiding eye contact with the few people she passed. She rounded a corner, and never felt so relieved to see a place to make her muscles ache.

Drink this.

Ayame placed her hand against her head. She missed a step, and bumped into the wall.

Why?

It’ll make you stronger…

...whatever.

Ayame rapidly shook her head. “Damn it. Atka was right. Shouldn’t have messed with my head…” She shook her head again, and continued towards the gym.

The gym itself was mostly empty at this time of day, save for one soldier practicing on a punching bag. The young woman looked up as Ayame walked in, having black hair and Tz6-infused orange eyes. “Oh...uh, hi...Ayame?”

Ayame blinked a few times. “Um… yeah, Vee, right? From the EXALT base mission. You’re one of Elene’s cl… sisters, right?”

“Yep, the eldest by physical standards,” Vee replied. “And don’t worry about offending me, I’m fine with what I am.” The destroyer rubbed the back of her neck. “Uh...listen, I wanted to apologize about something…”

“What’s that?” Ayame asked. “I don’t think we’ve interacted enough for you to have done anything. I…” Ayame narrowed her eyes a bit, and for not the first time, couldn’t help but feel Vee looked familiar.

“She told me you were okay with it, but I guess she misinterpreted what you were saying…” Vee sighed. “Point is, I was the one that slept with Mary. And I really shouldn’t have…”

“Oh, you… you were…” Ayame looked down. “I… i-it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” She looked back up, and tried her hand at a smile. “Mary told me what she told you, so it wasn’t your fault. It isn’t like you did it to hurt me, right?”

Vee shook her head quickly. “Wasn’t anything personal. I’d just never done something like that, and I was… curious. It was selfish, but I am glad I didn’t cause too much damage…” she said hopefully.

Ayame placed her hand on Vee’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Really. Like you said, it wasn’t personal. So don’t pay it anymore mind.”

The clone seemed to relax. “Thanks. I hope we can be friends then. After all, we’re both in the business of heavy weapons.”

“That’s true.” Ayame walked over to one of the punching bags, and started doing what she had come here to do. “Didn’t really think I’d be fighting with LMGs or SAWs, to be honest. Before I came here, I’d always used standard rifles, as best I could, anyway. If it hadn’t been for that mission, I’d probably never had used these heavy weapons.” She stopped suddenly. “I’d… probably be dead, actually.”

Vee glanced over at Ayame with incomprehension apparent. “What mission?”

“I… was hired by someone to attack this military convoy in Chicago. It was a pretty easy mission, with unusually good pay, but… but everyone died. I should have died to. That was the plan, after all. We do the mission, then dispose of ourselves so she wouldn’t have any… ties to it…” Ayame placed her hand on her head, closing her eyes.

“Who the hell would do something like that…?” Vee muttered.

“She was… tall. About your height.” Ayame squeezed her eyes in pain. “In fact, she… she kinda…”

Drink this.

“She… looked…” Ayame slowly opened her eye, and turned to glare at Vee.

 

[DarkGemini24601]

ZombieSplitter53 and DarkGemini24601: "Closure, Part 2"

...wait, didn’t...oh shit. “I...don’t know what you’re talking about…” Vee responded. “I doubt there’d be anyone out there that would look like me, and do something like that.”

“Maybe… maybe not…” Ayame clenched her teeth, and grabbed Vee’s collar. “But it was either someone who looks like you… or it was you!”

“Calm down! I told you, I don’t know what the hell you’re on about!” the destroyer growled, though there was a tinge of emotion comprimising her angry tone. Did Eve...really...make those mercs kill themselves? Ava told me they were kept quiet, but I…

“You’re lying!” Ayame punched Vee in the jaw, knocking the clone to the floor. Lightly squeezing her hand from the pain of Vee’s Iron Skin, Ayame practically growled, “You killed all of my teammates, and you tried to kill me! And now, I think I should return the favor before you try again!”

“I don’t think a bunch of hired guns count as that…” Vee muttered, her face still stinging despite the protective gene mod. “I didn’t fucking do anything in relation to that. I wasn’t even born yet, idiot…”

“You… then who was it!” Ayame shouted. “If it wasn’t you, then who? You couldn’t say you weren’t born yet if you didn’t know something. Who agreed with you that it was okay to kill a bunch of ‘hired guns’ like disposable weapons?”

“...the original one of our clone line, where we got the name. Eve,” Vee said in a low tone. “I didn’t realize...that suicide is what ‘disposed of upon completion of objective’ meant.”

“But they don’t count either way, huh?” Ayame clenched her fist. “Mercenaries are mostly a bunch of assholes. Bunch of idiots that can’t find a better use of their talents. But at least one of those guys had two kids! Was it okay for him to die so Eve and her boss to keep their little secrets? We were trained mercs! We knew how to keep our mouths shut. But I guess our lives weren’t enough to take that chance, huh?”

Vee held a hand on her forehead. “You’re...spouting shit. How do I even know...you’re telling the truth? Lusett...Lusett would never…”

Ayame growled. “This… Eve of yours kills my team, and you have the nerve of implying I’d lie about it! Ask that computer of your. Hell, ask the Commander! Ask the doctors that showed me the results of my blood test with traces of her little ‘cocktail’ in it! Ask Atka, who was there, and saw my teammates with the guns that killed them still clenched in their hands.” She stomped towards Vee. “Ask their families, at least a few of which surely learned the truth!”

A...Ava...s-she’s not…

I am afraid she is telling the truth. Lusett elected to terminate the mercenaries in the likely event that a government force would catch up to them.

Vee paled, and took a step back from Ayame, not looking her in the eyes. “At...at least don’t...d-dishonor my family’s memory…”

“Now you listen to me, Vee.” Ayame grabbed Vee’s collar, pulling her in close. “If… if it wasn’t you… if you weren’t even born yet… I’d never hold it against you, or your sisters. I am not like Viktor Dorian. But for you to imply that those men and weapon don’t count just because they were hired guns… that I wouldn’t have counted…”

“I-I didn’t know...what I was saying…” Vee mumbled. “M-maybe you should...hate me. It...it seems easier that way. I’m...not much better than her, anyway.”

Ayame studied Vee’s expression for a moment. “What… what do you mean?”

“I...I killed people to survive...more than my life is probably worth, obeying Viktor’s orders for such a petty reason,” the black-haired clone said in a weak voice. “First one...was an XCOM backer, too.”

Ayame finally released Vee. “I… we… I-I’m sorry, Vee…”

Vee looked up again, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Sorry? You shouldn’t be...sorry for a shitty person like me. I’m just as bad as Eve…”

“N-no.” Ayame shook her head. “I… I can hear it in your voice. I can see it in your eyes. The regret. The pain. The doubt. I… I’ve done quite a few things in my life I regret, likely for worse reasons. I… I’m sorry, Vee. I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that. Pushing this Eve’s grievances against me on you… was shameful…”

The destroyer shakily leaned against the punching bag, shaking her head as she wiped her eyes. “You don’t have to...worry about her anymore, anyway...Viktor...p-put a bullet through her head.”

Ayame bit her lip. “You said she was from the same clone line, right? So she was… like, an older sister?”

Vee nodded. “She was the first of the female clones based off...the template. I never met her, though. None of us got to meet Lusett or Eve.”

Ayame scoffed, upset by how this had all turned out. “I… can’t, I…” She shook her head, and walked over to Vee again. She clenched her fists. “Vee, you…” She closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around the destroyer. “I’m sorry. I really am. Don’t… let what I’ve said make you think any less of them. You were probably right about me anyway. And maybe they didn’t have a choice either.”

Vee shook her head. “Don’t let me change how you view things. Your life wasn’t so cheap as to be thrown away for whatever they were up to. And you’re probably a better person than I am. I doubt that captain would be friends with you otherwise.”

Ayame placed her hands on either side of Vee’s head. “We were both wrong. We both said things we regret, and before my little tiff, the idea of you as my friend sounded pretty nice. We have too much in common to be fighting like this. I… I’m sorry I hit you.”

The clone smiled weakly. “Sometimes I need to be knocked to my senses...forget about it.” She frowned. “While...we’re here though, could I get some advice on something? This whole situation brings up an important point…”

Ayme nodded. “Of course. I’ll help…” Ayame noted her hands still holding Vee’s head, blushing a bit and dropping them to her side. “I’ll help if I can.”

“Well...uh...do you know an Eva Aegerter?” Vee said hesitantly.

“Eva?” Ayame folded her arms in thought. “Um… not personally. I think she’s butted heads with my friend once or twice. Heard she was quite the hot-head, but I haven’t met her in person.”

“I haven’t told anyone for fear that it might get her into trouble, but just as you linked me with Eve, someone’s going to realize it sooner or later. I just don’t know how we’re going to explain this to the Commander.” Vee scratched her head. “Thing is...Eva is the ‘E’ template. I’m...basically her daughter.”

Ayame raised an eyebrow. “She’s… so, does that mean she’s a spy, too? I’m going to give you two the benefit of the doubt and assume she is loyal to EXALT anymore… right?”

“She was never loyal to Viktor’s EXALT, same as Desmond,” Vee was quick to answer. “She’s intensely loyal to her family, though. That’s why she flipped out on your captain when she raised a gun at Desmond.”

Ayame rubbed the back of her neck. “Guess that explains that sudden outburst. I might have reacted the same way, though I’d like to think I have a little more restraint. Umm…” Ayame shrugged. “Well… I don’t think the Commander relies on Eva nearly as much as Desmond, but she did let him go, and accepted you guys in. She would probably be open minded, as long as You guys told her. I’d like to think as least part of how she reacted with Desmond came from the way it was revealed.”

“Yeah...I’ll make sure to let her know, as awkward as explaining that will be. Maybe...I’ll let Emma handle that,” Vee decided.

Ayame nodded. “Good luck with that.” She scratched the back of her head. “I… this was a really weird first impression, huh?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m always ‘weird’,” Vee replied with a small grin.

“Yeah. We really do have a lot in common.” The Asian soldier grinned. “I guess I should take the fact that Mary was attracted to you as a compliment, huh?”

“Shows her taste in women, I suppose,” the clone responded. “Though you don’t have to worry about me being a rival or anything. I’ll just go back to being lonely,” she said with mock sadness.

Ayame scratched her chin. “Well… Mary and I aren’t in that kind of relationship right now, and I wouldn’t mind someone… keeping her company.” She gave Vee a slight smirk. “Wouldn’t mind a little company myself, to be… that… that came out wrong, sorry.”

Vee raised an eyebrow. “Wait, so you’re not together? That makes things confusing…”

“Well… I guess now isn’t the best time to discuss such… odd arrangements. It isn’t like I’ve completely given up on her.” Ayame yawned lightly. “I’m not really in the best frame of mind to make decisions now, anyway.”

“Well, keep me posted at least,” Vee added. “For now, I’ll keep my libido in check and just get some sleep.”

Ayame nodded and placed her hand on Vee’s shoulder. “I’m glad I could get some closure on this thing. I don’t blame you, or your sisters, for anything. I just hope we can put this behind us.”

“Same. And good luck with Mary.”

“Thanks.” Ayame gave the destroyer one last pat on the shoulder, and head out, yawning as she exited.

 

[Frostlich1228]

Frostlich1228 & Zombiesplitter53 : Loving Compromise

X-COM Headquarters
Room of Ayame & Atka.
August 31st, 0900 Hours

After a night full of bad dreams and strange encounters, Ayame slowly sat up, feeling she should sleep more but having training to do. She galnced to the other bed, noting that Atka was out. She smiled at her canine friend, watching over her as she had restlessly slept. “Morning, Taq.” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and yawned slightly.

Mary stood outside the door, taking a deep breath before knocking with her right hand. “Ay’me? Ye’ en’ ‘ere?”

Ayame stood up, not bothering to put anything substantial on. She partially opened her door and smiled. “Hey, Mary.”

“‘Ey Ay’me… Ken’ we ‘alk?” Mary asked, trying not to show her nervousness.

“Of course, Mary.” Ayame held the door open, motioning for Mary to come in. “Don’t mind the pooch. He doesn’t bite.”

Mary looked down at the massive hunting dog, rubbing his head a little, “ Hi ‘ere.”

Ayame walked over to her small, regulation dresser and started looking for something to wear. “So what did wanna talk about?”

Mary took a seat on Atka’s bed, sighing, “Our… ‘lation’ip.”

Ayame slowed her search a bit. “I… okay. I’m listening.”

“‘El… Eh’ ‘ad eh’ ‘alk wit’ eh’ friend and eh’ ‘ink eh’ could ‘etleast try ‘eing wit’ enly’ one ‘irl for ‘while, et’ ‘ay be ‘ore fun ‘en eh’ ‘ake et’ out te’ be.” Mary replied, giving Ayame a slight smile.

Ayame dropped her clothes back down, and looked at the British soldier. “You… you mean that? Because I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Eh’ do… No ‘arm en’ try’in et’ right? An’ who ‘ows, ‘aybe you’ll be ‘ore ‘omfortable wit’ me ‘eing wit’ o’her ‘irls if eh’ ‘ive ye’ ‘ome time.” Mary confirmed, looking Ayame up and down.

Ayame smiled, and sat down next to Mary. Giving her last part som thought, she slowly said, “Well… I don’t like the idea of you with strangers, but… maybe a semi-casual relationship wouldn’t be too bad. Like… if I know the person, maybe I wouldn’t be as upset.”

Mary nodded, an idea popping into her head, “‘At if ye’ shag ‘er wit’ me? Ye’ ken’ ‘ick ‘em out, en’ we ken’ ‘oth ‘ave fun wit’ her at th’ ‘ame time!”

Ayame bit her lip. “Well… it is a bit strange. I’ve never done anything like that before.” She looked down. “Though… I did meet…”

“You’ve ‘ever ‘ad eh’ threesome ‘fore?” Mary grinned mischieviously, “We’ll ‘ave te’ fix ‘at won’t we?”

Ayame smiled sheepishly. “W-well… y-you know that w-woman you… had your fun with the other day?”

“Yeh?” Mary replied, waiting for her next word.

“W-well… I met her the other day. And to be honest, she kinda reminded me of myself. Finding out she was the other girl you slept with… made me feel a little better about the whole thing. So… if I said it was okay… w-which I haven’t yet. But if I did, and Vee was okay with it, then…”

Mary quickly wrapped her arms around Ayame, “Weh’ ken’ even ‘ring ‘ome guys te’ ‘oin us if ye’ want.”

Ayame shook her head a bit. “Well, I… am not really attracted to men. But… if I found one I wouldn’t mind you being with, I… well, I could always keep an eye out.”

Mary tilted her head at Ayame, “Ye’ don’t ‘ike men? Eh’ al’ays ‘ought ye’ ‘ere bi ‘ike me.”

Ayame shook her head. “No. I mean, I’ve never actually tried anything with men. Never had the opportunity, at least other than with pigs that were a little too touchy. After too long dealing with that, I just gave up on men all together.” She frowned, remembering how awkward it was talking to Modya before.

“‘Ow ‘bout ‘is, since ‘eh shagged eh’ ‘nother girl, ye’ ‘an ‘ind ye’self ‘eh man and ‘ring ‘im te’ your room. It’s enly ‘air ‘ight?” Mary responded, “‘Eh ken’ oin’ ye’ wit’ at one te’ if ye’ want.”

Ayame thought about it, closing her eyes. After a few seconds, she slowly nodded. “I… could give it a try. As long as we don’t go too far.” She held Mary close. “Semi-open, like I said. I love you too much to let you go… but too much to give you to too many other people.”

“We‘re gunna ‘ave se’ much ‘un ‘gether!” Mary smiled excitedly, bringing Ayame in for a passionate kiss.

Ayame kissed her back, holding on to her tightly. After an extended bit of time, she pulled away and said, “You know… I know to you, it might sound like I’m being selfish, especially with the casual way you view sex, but… I only do it because I feel close to you. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but there is something special to you. Something I haven’t felt for the longest time. Even with Atka, who I was attracted to, but ended up feeling more like a close friend, or even a sister, with. But with you, I… I can’t explain it.”

Mary giggled a little, “Eh’ feel th’ same wit’ ye. Et’s ‘range te’ me ‘ough, neh’ one’s e’er saw meh’ es’ ‘ore than eh’ friend. No one ‘as e’er ‘aid somethin’ at’ sweet te me’ ‘fore... Ye’ ‘reat meh ‘ike eh’ person, not eh’ blow-up doll ‘at ken’ ‘alk… Ye’...” Mary took a second to think, “Ye’ ‘ake me ‘appy.”

Ayame smiled brightly, Mary’s words making her feeling happier than the British soldier probably knew. She glanced at her clock. “Y-you know… I don’t have to be anywhere for about an hour…”

“Et’s head ack te’ my ‘oom ‘en, we’ on’t ‘ant te’ do it ‘front of th’ dog ‘ow de’ we?” Mary replied, looking over at Taq, who was giving them a rather strange glare.

Ayame chuckled, and quickly grabbed some clothes. “Puttin’ on clothes just to take them off again. Sounds… like fun.”

“Je’ member’ te’ watch meh’ ‘and ‘ile we’re rolling ‘round” Mary said, holding up her left hand. The knuckles had turned purple, with scabs where Mary had broke the skin.

Ayame ducked down, grasping Mary’s wrist and holding up her hand. “Who did this to you? Was it during training?”

“Neh, Neh eht’s my ‘ault… Eh’ punched eh’ wall.”

“You… why would you…” Ayame looked into Mary’s eyes, and thought she knew the answer. She suddenly lunged forward, locking her lips on Mary’s her hands shooting up Mary’s shirt. “If… if we’re going aaaall the way to your room, I’m not sure I’ll make it. But, I… know a popular supply closet…”

“Al’ight, I ‘ope it’s got eh’ bed ‘ough, somethin’ ell’s me e’ll ‘eed some ‘ustioning…” The gunner replied suggestively, pulling Ayame up.

“I thought I saw some discarded blankets in there.” Ayame smiled mischivously. “‘Course, I could also use a shower, and those tiles look awfully comfortable to me.”

“Yeah, et’s ‘oser… An’ ‘aybe ‘omeone will ‘ind us and ‘ant te’ join in…”

After grasping something else, Ayame grasped Mary’s right hand and pulled her to the door. As they stepped out, she ducked her head in again and said, “Cover for me, Taq.” She then ducked back out and said, “Let’s go. I want as much time as I can get.”

 

[Adrammalech]

// FAMILIAR FACES, DIFFERENT DESIGNS //
Emily Fischer
XCOM Headquarters – Medical Wing
Siberia, Russian Federation
2:01 PM

Emily sat down in the waiting room in a chair that faced one of the operating rooms, dropping her duffel beside her. There was no one here but someone in the seat behind her, even the nurses usually manning reception busy elsewhere. She waited a few minutes, rifling through her things and tapping her fingers, patiently watching the doors for Sven’s emergence from surgery. She felt the back of an XCOM cap bumping into her head, the person behind her recoiling.

“Oops, sorry about that,” Emily said.

“My mistake, got too comfy in this chair,” a deep and accented voice admitted. After a pause, he continued. “How are the wounds, Ms. Fischer?”

“All better, checking out today probably,” she glanced over and saw the man looking the other way, an unfurled magazine held up to his face and the frames of glasses poking out from in front of his temples. “Have we met?”

“My name’s Adam. I’ve stolen a glance or two around the place, but…I’m shy, I guess, never said hi.”

“Yeah? Where have I missed you?”

“I was by the entrance, when you had your…security incident.”

“O-oh, I see. Did you get in trouble too?”

“No, no harm done to me,” Adam replied, waving his hand casually. “If anything, I should apologize to you. I eavesdropped on some of your conversation with the late Nicolas.”

Emily felt her body tensing as her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. She rifled through her things, trying to look casual.

“And what did you hear?”

“That you killed the man’s brother, and that that brother was not as innocent as he seemed,” he replied.

“He wasn’t. It was an unfortunate event that I had to defend myself in. Nico didn’t know, and then he didn’t believe me…and history repeated.”

“Tragic, truly. The Commander believed you, as well?”

“I had to go back to the time in my head, remember what I had to do…it was unpleasant, but it was irrefutable.”

“I see.” Adam took off his glasses and set them on the table. “This Nico trusted his brother more than you, but this brother was a disappointment to everyone involved.”

“Disappointment is an understatement. He was a violent and evil man.”

“Yes, it sounded as so.” Adam sighed sadly and folded his magazine, setting it beside his glasses. “It’s likely he didn’t want to believe his brother was like that, especially hearing it from someone he hunted so long. You seem like a reasonable woman. If only there was a way that both Nico was less emotional and you had nothing to fear from him, that situation could play out differently.”

“You mean like, if his clone came to ask questions about it in secret?”

Adam’s eyes went wide and he turned in place slightly, seeing a mirror lodged on the wall on his side. Through the glass he saw a small pocket mirror in Emily’s hands, the shape of a cool orange eye glowing in the second reflection.

Do I have anything to worry about, Nick?

“No, Elene believed you, and I am not so zealous as my template,” the revealed clone sighed, defeated. “I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but you have nothing to fear from me or the Adams.”

“It’s good to have closure on that.”

Nick reached his hand over the back of the seat, and Emily shook it firmly.

“Thank you for talking with me,” he said politely, a tone from Nico's voice Emily hadn't heard before. “I have some…’memories’ to reevaluate.”

Without another word, Nick gathered his props and walked away. Emily stood up from her seat as well, the sound of double doors hitting each other popped out from in front of her, and Sven stood there with a couple of nurses, testing out a much more human-looking cybernetic leg. He stretched, jogged in place, and jumped; chuckling a bit as he admired the performance.

“Looking good,” Emily smiled.

“Thanks, it almost feels like the real thing,” Sven replied, the corner of his lips breaking their usual neutrality to return in kind. “You didn’t need to wait for me, out here.”

“Thought it might help to see a friendly face. Want to go do a victory lap to everyone’s rooms? Seeing you in high spirits will definitely put their minds at ease.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, actually,” Sven said.

Emily stood by Sven and walked him down the hall, making sure to let him set his own pace, in case he still had any adjusting to do.

“I have to thank the little one, too. I know she’s the robot master,” Sven continued.

“Mmhmm, you owe her one,” Emily replied.

“How are you holding up?”

“You care?”

“Of course I do, what makes you think I don’t?”

“Well, you don’t talk a lot.”

“You’re my team, it’s important that you’re healthy for our missions.”

“You love us.”

“It’s only professional concern,” Sven said, beginning to smile.

“You loooooove us.”

“Maybe you’re beginning to grow on me,” he sighed, “as long as you don’t seduce a second Ethereal and tear up my good leg next mission.”

Emily chuckled and shoved the lanky sniper playfully, opening the door to Nika’s room and filtering inside.

 

[MarineAvenger]

MarineAvenger and DarkGemini24601: “On Better Terms”

XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia
2030 Hours, September 3rd, 2018
The Bar

Walking into the bar, Desmond stretched his limbs and yawned slightly after a nice rest day. A couple of hours of sleep and some laziness did some good. Sitting down on a stool at the bar, Desmond took a second to decide what to get.

A slightly familiar man in a business suit sat down next to Desmond, taking a sip of coffee. “Well done on that mission, Walker. Especially with having to fight one of those Ethereals.”

Desmond smiled and shook his head. “Hello Tom. Been a while. Though that Ethereal was nothing compared to Invidia and Luxuria, it was tough. Took both me and Inderpal to take him down, though I give Fox credit for the kill.”

“Indeed, it has been awhile.” The records manager took another swig of the coffee. “I’ve heard a lot, but damn, the stories get confusing. I was hoping to hear the whole deal from you. About the Exalts and how you relate to all that.”

“Sorry that I lied to you when we first met was so was the nature of who I was at the time.” Desmond eyed the coffee Tom was drinking and turned to the bartender. “Coffee sounds wonderful right now. Black, little sugar.”

Thomas waved his hand dismissively. “Didn’t seem to hurt anyone in the end. I’m just curious as to how the whole story goes. As it stands, I only have rumors and incomplete reports, so a more full explanation would satisfy that curiosity.”

Desmond smiled as the bartender sat down his drink and took a tiny sip of the hot beverage. “Ah...so, ask away.”

“Well, I know that you’re a clone, but what was the reason for creating you? And the circumstances?” the messenger asked.

Desmond sighed. “Well, that story is still a little bit of a mystery but data that I took while the base assault indicates that the cloning took place when my original asked my creator to make a copy of himself so that his brother wouldn’t be depressed when he...died. My template was dying for unknown reasons and he died during the procedures, which in turn his brother wanted revenge for the secrecy behind the operation. Now, we have the war between XCOM and EXALT. Talk about stupid reasons for a war. It was all one big misunderstanding.”

“Their leader sounds like he’d use anything as an excuse to go to war, anyway,” Tom offered. “So where did Elene and her ‘handmaidens’ come from?”

“Elene was a product of Lusett’s paranoia of Viktor. She was cloned shortly before Lusett’s murder and the handmaidens came because Elene needed help. Both with research and going against Viktor.”

“And they ended up building their splinter cell of Legion to carry on Lusett’s original goals, correct?”

“Correct. Emma was a ‘secret’ third clone who Elene made specifically for the purpose of defiance and in case...Elene didn’t make it.”

“Luckily that didn’t happen.” Tom shook his head. “Knowing that their robot friends are called ‘Legion’ too is damned confusing, though. Was that where they got the name, or the other way around? And...are those ‘Legion Troopers’ linked? It seems to me like I’m talking to the same A.I. every time.”

“You know, I really am not the one to ask that. Most of what I got from Legion is either third hand or stuff I asked Elene recently. So to answer with the best of my knowledge...I think the name came first, and I believe the Legion Troopers are connected like a ‘hive mind’ so I bet it is a single A.I. for all of them. Don't take that to heart though, I would just ask Elene or the handmaidens directly concerning Legion.” Desmond took another sip of his coffee and his hairs stood up. “You know, I never really drink this stuff that much.”

“Considering you don’t have the night shift, I’m not sure why you thought that was a bright idea,” Thomas stated, having some of his. “I wonder what could have killed your template though...if they had cloning technology, it couldn’t have been any sort of organ failure...must have been a hell of a disease.”

“Who knows...he is dead now.” Desmond coughed a bit and turned to Tom. “You know, I know almost nothing about you.”

“I’m nothing too special,” the assistant manager of records replied. “Grew up in Phoenix, Arizona with my parents, grandparents, and sister around. Went off to college for law and business. Worked for an agency I’m not supposed to talk about.”

Desmond couldn’t help but chuckle. “The world is going to shit with a civil war and alien invasion and people still find the need to keep agency secrets. I am glad I was never actually apart of the CIA.”

“The idea is meant to protect the agency and the family of the operative…” Tom put his mug down. “Thing is, I’m pretty sure Sofia figured out fairly quickly my cover job was just that.”

“Sofia...sister?” Desmond asked putting his cup down as well.

“Yep. Sixteen, still in Arizona with family. Always keeping in contact, just in case. Though it seems like the aliens have been content to leave home alone, at least.”

“Good for you. I hope it stays that way.” Looking at the emptiness of the bar Desmond asked, “So, plans for the aftermath.”

“Might go back to working for the CIA, or I might pursue something less topic secret after this whole thing,” Tom answered with a shrug. “What about you? I imagine it’s going to be a little harder on your end...maybe settle down with Doctor Rinly?”

Desmond nodded. “A definite possibility. Though I also plan on staying with my sisters as well. Maybe move back to the Alps, or somewhere warmer and less secluded.”

“Well, where’s Ellie from?” Tom prompted.

Desmond put a hand on his head. “Let me think...she was originally from...California? We never really delved into her early life but I know she lived with her uncle in Sweden before he died and she joined XCOM.”

“Well, you’ve got options there. I don’t see as much of a reason to return to some facility that will be derelict after we’re through with EXALT,” Thomas explained.

“Well we haven’t won the war yet. Plans can change.” Desmond slapped Tom on the back. “Though speculating on the future is fun. So, what else is on that mind of yours?”

“Well, if we’re talking about the future, you might want to look into what happened to your template. Make sure you’re not at risk for whatever he had,” Burrick replied seriously.

“The threat is there...I will have Sora dig through some old files but there wasn’t much kept of Lusett’s early experiments.” Desmond told the man.

Tom shrugged. “Just something to keep in mind. You’re surrounded by doctors and MELD experts, so if it is a problem, I’m sure they could deal with it.”

Desmond nodded. “I have faith in my colleagues, but keep in mind that Lusett was a genius, and if she did try and find a cure, she didn’t.”

“Didn’t sound like she had a lot of time with the time bomb sharing her living space, anyway,” Thomas countered. “But like I said, just something to consider.”

“I thank you for your concern Tom.” Desmond looked at the dartboard on the wall and raised an eyebrow. “How about a game.”

“I can try, but keep in mind I’m not as good of a shot as you. The base defense was not the most fun time for me.”

“Throwing a dart is different than throwing a grenade. Though funny story, I did try to learn knife throwing...sucked horribly at it and was completely impractical.”

“Stick with the katana, I suppose,” Tom surmised, going over and grabbing a dart.

“I have and it has worked wonders for me.” Desmond intoned.

“When it’s not being stolen by your squadmates, of course.”

“I am still peeved at Eva for that.” Desmond muttered. “But, no one can pass me in skill with it. Was trained by the best.”

Tom tilted his head slightly. “You telling me you’re a ninja or something?”

Desmond nodded. “After all you have heard you make it sound stupid.”

The hispanic man shrugged. “If it weren’t for those alien alloys, it would be outdated. And even with that...try fighting a Sectopod with that sword.”

“Won’t go that far. Though it has been instrumental in a lot of my battles.” Desmond tossed his dart and it landed on a low number. “Hm.”

Tom’s dart landed a bit above Desmond’s. “Well then…”

Desmond threw another dart and it hit on the outer ring. “This is hard. Only my third time playing darts. First two was years ago and those weren’t even real games.”

Tom shrugged. “Well, this could be your chance to learn.”

 

[ZombieSplitter53]

Why You Still Draw Breath

Secondary X-COM Labs, Special Containment Cell
September 4th, 0700 Hours

Luxuria slowly turned around at the sound of the door opening, and tilted her head a bit in surprise.

Commander! Well, how interesting. I must confess, I didn't expect...

Her thoughts trailed off at the sight of Morrigan's hand hovering over a familiar red switch. "Let's get one thing straight, alien. I see one thing out of place, hear even the tiniest of whisper, if anything happens that makes me think you are using your powers of illusion, I zap you, and I don't let up until you are quivering on the floor." Taking the Ethereal's silence as an understanding, the Commander stepped back and folded her arms. "What are you playing at?"

I beg you pardon?

"With Emily. You still trying to snatch her body?"

I assured her that this would not happen.

"That wasn't a no, and I wouldn't believe it even if it was." Morrigan narrowed her eyes. "I'm not one spy on my people, but conversations with you is where I would likely make an exception to that. Unfortunately, your unique manner of communicating makes that kinda hard. Though I did notice Elene getting a bit weak in the knees around you."

I merely displayed for her the degree of pleasure I could give, though I fear it was not enough to win her over. Do you... not trust your...

"Shut it!" Morrigan pointed an angry finger at the Ethereal. "I trust my people with my life. You are the one I don't trust. Do you know why you still live, alien?"

I could read your thoughts on the matter, but I believe that would earn me a... 'zap'.

"You learn first." Morrigan started raising fingers to count. "One, you may have information we'll need in the future, particularly information on your kind, and I don't think it'll be easy to take another one of you alive."

I shall take take that as a compliment.

"Two, we're still treating your... experiments. Three, Emily is still recovering, and I need you around in case what you did to her has any more side effects. And four..." Morrigan grinned, folding her arms again. "We're using you to keep your buddies out. Your psionic energy and unique Ethereal energy signal do nicely for this."

Luxuria slowly turned around, and starred at the devices lining her cell, constantly draining her energy. Then... I have been reduced to a human battery.

Morrigan waved a dismissive hand. "At least you have a bunch of curious individuals to keep you company. Though that will change if you don't play nice. We are not as heartless as your people to kill you when you are defenseless." She turned, walking towards the door. "But become uncooperative, and I know some unfortunate individuals who's family's would be lining up for you execution. Just thank your lucky star Desmond's team brought back an Ethereal to dissect instead of you."

You... can be surprisingly cruel, Commander.

Morrigan stopped at the doorway. "Look in the tortured eyes of your victims before you call someone else cruel, you monster," she muttered, then slammed the door shut behind her.

Luxuria simply stood there, starring with murderous intent at the nodes that turned her into even more of a traitor against her people, and all she had to do to continue such treachery was to keep living.

 

[ZombieSplitter53]

X-COM Refugee Area
Refugee Mess Hall
September 4th, 1130 Hours

Jake watched as an other pair of guards walked by, starring at Brigid and whispering to each other, and not being subtle about it. Jake shook his head. "Just ignore them, Brigid. They don't..." He looked over at the young girl, her head dipped down.

Hitomi ducked her head down, and noted the tears on her cheeks. She nudged her shoulder, and said, "Come on, shrimp. Ignore them. We know what really happened."

"It isn't as though you injured anyone," Rei added casually, taking a bite of bread.

"I... hurt Alice. And I scared everyone." Brigid's voice quivered, and she shook her head. "I was really bad. It almost hurt Mr. Desmond, and I tried to control Ms. Atka. I..."

Keiko leaned across the table, grasping Brigid's chin and tilting it up. "We all understand. To learn... about your father like that. We all would have exploded like that."

Everyone else nodded. "We've all lost our parents, Brigid," Jake said. "And the first thing I wanted to do is help Keiko and her family. But when that was over, I was... consumed with an urge to get revenge. I practically begged the Commander to let me join the soldiers, even though I wasn't qualified."

"Didn't you threaten her, too?" Rei asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I... no, I..." Jake stammered. "It wasn't a threat." Rei rolled her eyes, and Jake ignored her. "The point is, we understand, and everyone else will soon enough."

Brigid slowly nodded, wiping her eyes and trying her hand at a smile.

"They're right," a young girl said behind them. "You should not be so upset. It is common for one so young, in a species so new to psionics, to lose control."

Jake swirled around, looking the girl up and down. She appeared to be around nine or ten, short black hair, a plain, apathetic face. She wore a simple white dress, and appeared as though she had walked off some 'little girl' assembly line.

"Who... what are you?" The guard asked. "Why can't I sense any emotions from you?"

"Who are you talking to?" Keiko asked, trying to follow Jake's gaze.

"What do you mean?" Jake continued to stare forward. "This kid."

"What kid?" Hitomi smiled. "You finally losing it, Jake?"

"I do not believe they can see her, Jake," Rei said, adjusting her glasses and staring intently at the girl.

"Yes, apologies." The girl bowed her head. "I used this holographic image because I felt it would be less upsetting to Brigid, but I did not expect her to be with an empath."

"What do you want?" Brigid slouched down, feeling something off about the girl, even without Jake's abilities.

"Only to know that you are safe," the girl insisted. "As I said, you are not the first to have such an episode, and we merely wanted to be sure you were well."

"Well, she is," Rei stated bluntly. "So if you have nothing else to say..."

"Actually, I do." The girl smiled an unnatural looking smile. "I wish to gain an audience with the one you can Luxuria."

Jake glared at the girl. "You were planning on using Brigid for this."

The girl dropped her smile. "I... feel there has been a misunderstanding. I only brought up the subject because I found myself in the presence of an adult I can communicate with. Unlike our mutual enemy, we would never resort to manipulating a child."

"Alright," Jake said, but didn't look completely convinced. "Then why don't you just go alone. Can your hologram not get into that room?"

The girl tilted her head. "We were... under the impression that Luxuria was being kept in a restricted area, and I would need permission."

"Permission?" Rei folded her arms. "Why do you care?"

"Didn't you steal Jessica's memories?" Jake added.

"Jessica... the female from the base." The girl looked distraught. "Oh my. I felt that she had agreed to it, though I suppose... I fear I have failed to avoid an aggressive action..."

Jake and Rei exchanged a confused look while Hitomi and Keiko watched, wondering what was going on. "Well... uh, Jessie didn't seem upset..." Jake shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I don't have the authorization for that."

The girl looked Jake up and down. "You are... Jake Wiewiora, yes? You are the one that is infatuated with the one called Atka?"

Jake rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. "Now even the aliens... I am not..."

"He is," Rei stated flatly. "He simply lacks the confidence to act on his feelings." She ignored Jake's icy stare.

"Can you ask her?" the girl asked. "She is usually in too public of a place for me to do so, and I do not wish to invade her privacy."

"Why do want to see the Ethereal?" Jake gave her a skeptical look.

"I need to assess if the being posses a threat or has any possible means of escape." The girl narrowed her eyes. "If it does, we must dispose of it, by any means necessary. Your people should have done so already."

Jake folded his arms. "My people do not respond well to threats." He turned his back to the projection. "Come back when you learn some manners, and I might actually consider it."

"But I..." The girl held out a hand, but Jake did not look again. Rei whispered to Brigid, telling her to ignore the girl, and the other two girls remained bewildered. "I... have failed in my attempts at diplomacy again. I... may return when I have reassessed the situation."

The hologram vanished. As Rei started to explain to her friends what they had missed, Jake grimaced a bit, and wondered if he had just put the base in danger by talking back to the wrong person, or the wrong being.