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Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

As Markus started looking through the building with his head leaned around the corner, at first all he saw were the dead bodies of the bandits. But then his eyes caught motion in the opposite corner and he focused in that direction. Someone, a rather tall someone, was wrapped in a cloak and sitting against the corner for defense, with a discarded gun by one hand. Markus' advanced brain quickly deduced a number of things. One, by wearing clothes and using a weapon, this person was intelligent. Intelligent meant they weren't zombie-like insane, and given how the person was specifically targeting the bandits earlier said good things about the person being relatively reasonable. It didn't rule out the person being a mutant, but it was unlikely. There was also the fact that the person was apparently bleeding their life out where they sat. Just as Markus was about to react, a low, reverberating growl emanated from the corner, and underneath the hood, Markus caught a flash of sharp teeth and what may have been a muzzle. Okay. Likelyhood of being a mutant just went back up. Then the figure slumped slightly, apparently unconcious. The person, whoever they were, was going to die if Markus didn't do something, fast. Despite the fact they growled at him, Markus could not in good concious just leave the individual solely responsible for him not being facedown in the dirt himself right now. Not knowing if whoever it was could still hear him, Markus waved a hand, holding it up and empty as a show of peace. Craaaaaaap ...uh, peace, I mean no harm, uh...crap, I need to go get my medical kit, don't die on me, okay! I'll be back in a minute! Hang in there! Markus then took off, running as fast as he could back to his Dunerunner, where he pulled open a storage compartment and hauled out a medical kit and collapsible stretcher. He then ran as fast as he could again all the way back to the house, where he went to the corner he was before, stuck out an arm and waved to let whoever it was know he was there if they were still concious, then he moved out in full view himself. He still had his weapon, but it was slung over his back on a strap and not immediately accessible. Makrus made his way over to the corner, speaking as he approached. I'm gonna help you, stay with me, don't you go anywhere, I'm gonna try and fix you up...just need to know who you are, first... He knelt down beside the cloaked figure, and cautiously reached out to pull the hood back and remove the cloak, so he could see just what he was dealing with and be able to treat them better... go ahead and describe what she looks like, Markus will be able to recognize her as a pre-WWIII Alphasoldier...
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

The hood slid from the mysterious savior's head with relative ease, though required a gentle tug off a pair of soft black ears. It appeared as though the vigilante was wearing goggles before they entered the hut, as a pair dangled around a white-furred neck. The hair fell about broad shoulders in silky white strands, framing the face of the vigilante. It was the face of animalistic features and beige fur, though the vigilante was clearly humanoid. She was also female. Long black lashes fringed feline eyes, a short muzzle tipped with a petite pink nose. Beneath the half open cloak, she was well equipped. Bits and pieces of military-grade gear covered her head to toe of her lean, muscular frame. Pockets and pouches lined her bulletproof vest and thick leather belt. Two knives were in sight, though it was highly likely there were more hidden beneath her battered cloak. The touch barely stirred the female feline, as she appeared to be utterly out cold. Her breathing was steady, but shallow. The bleeding of the wound in her side seemed to be slowed, however it was clearly in dire need of treatment. She certainly wasn't getting any better being unconscious in the middle of the desert with a gaping hole in her side.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

No problem at all! It gives me enough to work off of. It was unclear what had awoken her first the consistent beeping or the squeezing sensation around her belly. Quick of mind as she was, the soldier's eyes snapped open upon regaining consciousness or at least she tried to open them as quickly, though it was more of a fluttering motion than a snapping one and she attempted to sit up. There was an intense pain as she flexed her abdominal muscles to do so, and she hissed and laid back down. As she waited for the throbbing to subside, she took the chance to absorb her surroundings. Within seconds of taking in where she was, her heart was hammering against her chest. The familiar machinery and tubes set her instincts ablaze with panic, and she thrust herself upwards from the operating table, ignoring the spasms that threatened to consume her consciousness with pain. As her bare, pawed feet touched the floor, her legs wobbled but she remained standing, plucking the IV from her arm with a swift tug and doing a three-sixty survey of the lab. She began to tear at the bandages wrapped around her sides when she realized just how run down and makeshift the lab actually was. And then she saw him. The immediate urge to tear his throat out with her claws was momentarily suppressed when she realized he was unconscious. She ripped the last scraps of bandaging from her body and crept on silent hind paws towards him, inspecting his young face and dirty lab coat. There were no scents of other humans in the vicinity, nor Alphasoliders such as herself. Her initial suspicion of being returned to a military laboratory for further experimentation was dimming by the moment. The premises was much too ramshackle and disorganized, too messy. It wasn't a government facility, nor was it a brigands' hideout. Brigands didn't own their own scientists. Kneeling so she could be at face level with him, the soldier inspected the man more closely, breathing in his scents and eyeing him up and down. Peculiar for someone so... small... to be alone in the dunes. Though he couldn't be perceived as a direct threat, she could make no assumptions as to whom he was associated with or why she had been brought to the lab. So she decided to find out. If there was anything she had learned, it was that most humans, especially braniacs and the educated, were much more intimidated by an Alphasoldier than their gun. And so she took a step back so that she towered over the sleeping whitecoat, lip curled and feral eyes narrowed. And then she roared.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

When the soldier started shuffling around to get off the bed, the sound didn't wake the labcoat-wearing man in the chair. Neither did the flat tone that issued from the monitor when she pulled the heart-monitoring wire off wake him, thought it was probably supposed to. When she leaned in to inspect his face closely, she could see heavy bags under his eyes even as he snoozed apparently, he had been really tired for whatever reason and needed the sleep. But as heavy as he was sleeping then, even he couldn't sleep through the sudden roar. JESUS! The man jumped half a foot up from the chair as his arms and legs shot out in surprised flailing, pitching his body back into the chair...and sending the chair overtilting and tumbling backwards, casuing the scientist to crash back into the ground in a very undignified heap. Ow ow ow ow.... The man clutched his heart with one hand as he rapidly gasped for breath, while the other was rubbing the back of his head where he had landed on the ground. Blearily, and with glasses askew, he blinked up at the towering Alphasoldier from the floor. Wh...whuh thuh...what the heck was that for? He groaned again as he clutched his head and tried to clear the cobwebs from his brain, and then gave a wide-mouthed yawn.
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The soldier looked down upon the crumpled heap of a man with a hint of displeasure, as a lion looks down at a mewling runt. Her broad, muscular shoulders were set firmly and her posture was that of a properly trained solider, giving her an air of power with her body language. Though it was likely necessary, due to her considerable height and build not to mention feral features, it came naturally to her as she stood over him. Her unusually blue eyes were full of disdain and suspicion, sharp black eyebrows knitted into a frown. I'm not going to ask any questions, because you're going to tell me everything I need to know without further prompting. If anything comes out of your mouth that isn't an explanation, you'll no longer have any semblance of a mouth when I'm through with it. Her tone was low and calm, and nothing but menacing. With each pushed syllable a faint growl emanated from deep within her throat. A foot or paw, as it appeared to be slowly lifted from the ground and planted on a leg of the toppled chair. With a quick, firm push, the chair slid sharply across the floor and clattered into the distant rubble away from the scientist. He was left to stay sprawled on the floor, or, if he was so bold, stand and attempt to face the Alphasoldier at a more level height. The latter was unlikely, as she was clearly several feet taller than him even if he were to be upright on his feet. Start talking.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

Bahah! I thought the exact same thing! Does he LOOK like a BITCH? The look on the soldier's face turned from suspicious to somewhat disappointed. Any inclinations she had of maiming the whitecoat dwindled and she found herself staring dubiously at the small man scrambling to arrange his medical equipment. In days long gone she may have strapped him to the operation table and interrogated him, perhaps even tortured him for information. Somehow she felt that effort would be in vain. The whitecoat clearly didn't have any allegiances to the desert brigands, and more than likely been without amiable company for longer than the average human was comfortable with. She wondered if that was what damaged his ability to communicate and concentrate, given his consistent hopping about and rambling. With a sigh, the soldier padded over to the apparent scientist and grabbed him by the scruff of his coat. He would soon notice that he was being lifted from the ground with surprising ease, as though by a crane. His feet dangled uselessly several feet above the ground as the soldier turned him to face her, like a handler grasping the neck of a kitten to inspect them. Assuming that got his attention, the solider looked him in the eye. Let's try that again. Who are you?
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

Makrus was so engrossed in reading the data-display for the makeshift medical equipment he had rigged up that he didn't notice at all that the soldier was approaching him from behind. As he started getting lifted off the ground by the scruff of his coat, he even continued to grasp and reach at the machines for a second, before the woman turned him around to force him to look at her. It seemed he could focus on one thing when he had to, because he had gone very limp and wide-eyed at the soldier. Um....I'm Markus? He offered to her question. I, uh...fix things? After a moment of awkward silence, he seemed to realize he was being held just above eye-level with the woman's chest, covered only by her undergarments. His cheeks started turning red as he tried to turn his eyes off to the side, and pointed with a finger. Uh by the way your clothes are all fixed up, over there on the table, maybe you'd like to get dressed? He said in a small voice.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

Moments passed with Markus dangling in mid-air and the soldier giving him her rather unimpressed look. This lasted longer than deemed necessary and trailed into further awkward silence. Then she closed her eyes, likely rolling them beneath their lids, and released the man. Whether or not he landed gracefully was debatable. Without another word, the soldier turned about and padded over to her repaired equipment and began to slip into each piece with deftness from dozens of donnings of the outfit. She did so quietly and without conversation, paying little to no attention to the whitecoat as though she had lost interest entirely. Clearly, he was no threat to her.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

Markus stumbled a bit when he was suddenly set down, but managed to remain on his feet and avoid another undignified fall. He dusted off his coat a little as the soldier went over to start donning her clothes and gear, but then he remembered a few things that she might want to know. Oh, by the way, um, I'm sorry, but I wasn't able to grab your gun...was rather busy trying to drag your exanguinating body into my Dunerunner to get you back here...so it got left back with all the other bandit corpses, along with everything they were carrying. You've been out for two days, but since we managed to nail them all, so know one should knw about it, everything should still be there. I can take you out to get your gun back whenever you're ready, and you can take whatever you want off of them yourself. But even as he started saying that last sentance, Markus was rethinking things to himself. The Alphasoldier's performance was incredible , even up to the end. Jackson had read nonclassified reports on them, but he never dreamed one would be as strong and skilled as what he saw. While there weren't many particularly extreme dangers out this far beyond East Ravine, Markus had detected a few caches of salvage that were unfortunately being sat on by especially dense nests of mutant beasts, far too much for him to handle alone. But if the Alphasoldier were to help... A-actually...I just had a thought. Markus took a few steps towards her. You're an Alphasoldier, and the way you handled those bandits...why, they had me dead to rights! I really thought I was gonna die out there...then you came in, and just like that, you tore through half of them like it was no problem! If you wanted, you know, maybe we could help each other. I've got a good store of food and supplies here, even got a little hydroponics setup going. If you don't have anywhere safe to be, you can stay out here in my bunker. And then, maybe you could help me with clearing out some really bad clusters of mutants in the area for even more salvage and supplies?
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

The soldier remained quiet as she dressed herself, paying more attention to her equipment and double-checking that everything was still there and intact than the whitecoat. She decided that he was no more than a lonely soul with too much time on his hands. Though there was a large collection of tech and other apparent medical supplies, she highly doubted that he was any sort of educated scientist or doctor. He may have convinced himself that he saved her life, but she had been in worse scraps and come out in one physical piece. There were several silent moments after he finished speaking as the soldier slipped on her thick bulletproof vest, sewn with half a dozen pouches. With her back turned to him, it seemed as though she wasn't even listening to the scientist's babbling. She turned to him as she pushed the last buckle into place with a click. No. As it turned out, the soldier was the sort that was not easily swayed, nor prone to complying to the whim of civilians. Especially civilians that could very well be mentally deranged. The Alphasolider bent down to pick her raggedy cloak from the floor. As she stood, there was a sudden sickening sensation of her head going light, and the world tilted sideways. She stumbled back a foot, but before she could regain her balance, she fell very ungracefully against the medical table she had previously slept on. She pushed a hand against it for support, but the room was still reeling. Muffled anger rose in her chest, ready to accuse the whitecoat of this sudden problem, but then it rose from her chest to her throat, and she realized it was bile. Repressing the urge to vomit, she leaned against the table and breathed in deeply, unwilling to meet the young man's gaze until the spell had passed. She did her best to keep alert, however, and her long tail swished menacingly, silently saying, 'Come near me and I'll tear you in half'.
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The only piece of gear missing from the soldier's collection, true to what Markus had said, was the actual gun she had been using. Meanwhile, at the Alphasoldier's simple delcaration of 'no' to Markus' proposal, he certainly looked a little put-out as his shoulders sagged and he looked down. ...Oh. Well, okay. If you say so. I can still take you out back to where the fighting was so you can get your gun back, whenever you're ready. I mean, I've got more than enough food and supplies here, but if you're sure you can go on your own-- Markus then noticed that the soldier was starting to stumble and sag, though she grabbed the table she was next to and held herself up obviously through sheer force of will. Markus was already rummaging around another table for medical supplies and was about to rush over to her when she growled out to him, and looked for all the world like a cornered animal who didn't want to be approached. Markus froze where he was, with a medical sensor in one raised hand and a medkit bag in the other, and looked on while confused and a little helpless. Wha...come on, something's wrong! Maybe you agitated your injury or something, I'm just trying to help you, but I can't help you if you don't let me...
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

I wrote that last line a little awkwardly, she didn't actually say to him Come near me and I'll tear you in half it was just her body language that said so. My bad. The floor tilted beneath her feet and the solider struggled to maintain her balance. She never took her eyes off the whitecoat, however. Did you give me drugs? she growled at him, her eyes angry but her voice calm. Idiot. Though she never openly explained it to him, she was referring to the fact that Alphasoldiers' immune systems are often enough to fight off whatever bacteria or injury that might have harmed them. The amount of surgeries and chemicals and whatnot that changed their bodies so radically was more than enough to sustain them. Certain drugs could clash with their biology and otherwise compromise their wellbeing. It was likely that was what affected the solider. That, or dehydration and overexertion. Perhaps a combination of them all. The solider uprighted herself slightly, the urge to retch slowly reducing to queasiness. She still looked rather off, though. If you want to help me, I suggest you bring me water. Try anything funny with it, and I'm sure you don't need much of an imagination to guess what I could do to you if you attempt to drug me again.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

Oh! No, that's my bad, actually, I wasn't reading carefully nenough. made a small edit to my previous post to reflect that more accurately, though words and actions remain the same. Markus blinked and his brow furrowed in confusion at the soldier's accusations? Huh? Drugs? I don't really have any drugs here, they take a long time to sythesize and are rare to come by...I just had the nutrient-line going into your arm, and a spray of mild antibiotic when I was cleaning out and stitching up your wound. I have supplies, but not those kinds of supplies. Not many of them at least. I was considering using something if it didn't look like you weren't going to pull through, but you did... He did perk up slightly when she demanded to be brought water, though with a clear warning attached. Uh...right. That, at least, I do have. Markus put his medkit aside and walked over to another of the many unidentifiable devices and machinery that littered the lab, this one having bulbs and chambers and transparent tubes all around it, looking like some alien distillery. The scientist grabbed a decent-sized container, put it under a nozzle sticking out of the apparatus, and turned a dial, which allowed water to spray out into the container until it was full. Markus then turned it off and turned towards the soldier, and then lifted the container up to his head and carefully waterfalled some of it into his mouth in clear demonstration. See? Nothing wrong with it. He then approached the supersoldier and held the water can up to her. Perfectly clean. Not even irradiated.
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

The soldier took the container and sniffed it, more out of habit than disbelief. She then drained it in three smooth gulps, tilting her head back as her throat muscles moved rhythmically. She allowed herself a moment of bliss as the water eased the sickness she felt. She took the pause to take another look at the whitecoat. Upon closer inspection, she saw that he was actually almost... cute. His young face had a look of naivety, smeared with dirt and oil much like a boy playing in the mud, but the eyes behind his glasses held knowledge beyond his years. The dark, ruffled hair suited him well, and his glasses amplified his features in a way that she couldn't really pinpoint. Markus. She said, though her tone wasn't so much addressing him as it was testing his name on her tongue. There was a pause after she downed the water, her eyes trailing over his face and keeping her thoughts to herself. She then turned, recognizing the smell of food and following her nose, spotting a plate near the operation table. She realized then just how hungry she was. Her gaze returned to him, inquisitive. Did you make that for me?
Thread: Wasteland Flame (PsionicCuttlefish & Xeres)

Markus stood back and watched as the supersoldier quickly downed the water, and she began to noticeably improve in posture right away. Markus had of course seen most of her when he was working on her, but now he was seeing her up and lively, moving with a careful and practiced awareness, with her fur rippling across her body as she moved. Markus was rather disappointed she had turned down his offer to stay around, she was fascinating and he could learn a lot from her. Oh well. He then noticed she was staring back at him, seemingly taking stock of him as much as he was taking stock of her. After a moment of silence, she simply said his name aloud. A flash of confusion passed across Markus' face, like he was waiting for something else, but then mentally shrugged it off. Markus then broke the eye contact first, bowing his head slightly down to cough lightly into a hand and turn away. Whether he intended it or not, to one with pack-preadatory instincts, that was practically a textbook 'you're the alpha and I know it' gesture. A-anyway... Markus started, as he waved a hand in the direction of the device he had gotten water from. If you need more water, help yourself, just turn the dial on the nozzle. Got plenty stored up. He said as he pulled back the sleeve on his left arm and started fiddling with some kind of wrist-mounted computer-watch. At the soldier's question about the food, he blinked and looked back up to her. Uh...yeah, I did. Sorta. Plucked some greens and fruit from that hydroponics setup, and warmed up some dried and preserved meat rations I got. Don't have many left though, going to have to go out and bag one of those mutant animals scurrying around soon, like everyone else does. Nasty stuff, but at least some of it's edible... Markus then tilted his head as he regarded the woman in front of him again, as a thought struck him. ...By the way, what's your name, if I can ask? I know you're not going to stick around, but I still would like to know the name of the one who saved me out there...