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James Cassidy
James struggled to keep his face neutral, it was so hard to believe that after all this time they had finally come to rescue him. "I am not a hundred percent sure on all the details, but from what I can gather the original PARS templates that were being used to create the clones were too unstable so they reverted to an older template, something to do with some project back in the lates 1980's anyway they created teh first master copy which then promptly led the rest in a revolt" teh memories of teh early gun battles still haunted him, they hadn't always been mindless savages initially they had been highly intelligent beings but the degeneration had become increasingly rapid.
"Also your right about them not being miners, we were designing soldiers the next generation of G.I's (Genetic Infantry) we never stood a chance they killed all who opposed them and took the rest captive" James decided not omit that as the pace of degeneration increased that these hapless souls became there main food source, he could still hear the screaming at night.
"You better show me to your ship before they regroup and attack in force ....By the way i have a radio so you can contact the rest of your friends"
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Dmitri smiled at Mikro's comment "Trust me the connection on this ship is fast however the black box is very big and my flash drive is very small" there was a loud bang as something heavy struck the door, time to go.
Removing the flash drive Dmitri watched as Mikros climbed within the ventilation system, Tapping a few keys on the console before him Dmitri waited for the low hum of the fans to stop before following him, the banging on the door was becoming more forcefull and despite teh doors sturdy construction he could see the door buckling under the relentless onslaught.
Dropping the carbine Dmitri climbed into the cramped confines of the vent thankfull that he had lost the bulky weapon, even if it meant he was down to using his Skorpion "PARS give us thirty seconds to clear the vents entrance then follow us, Mikros you lead the way" and lets hope we don't meet any unexpected guest whilst we're up here.
James Cassidy
James struggled to keep his face neutral, it was so hard to believe that after all this time they had finally come to rescue him. "I am not a hundred percent sure on all the details, but from what I can gather the original PARS templates that were being used to create the clones were too unstable so they reverted to an older template, something to do with some project back in the lates 1980's anyway they created teh first master copy which then promptly led the rest in a revolt" teh memories of teh early gun battles still haunted him, they hadn't always been mindless savages initially they had been highly intelligent beings but the degeneration had become increasingly rapid.
"Also your right about them not being miners, we were designing soldiers the next generation of G.I's (Genetic Infantry) we never stood a chance they killed all who opposed them and took the rest captive" James decided not omit that as the pace of degeneration increased that these hapless souls became there main food source, he could still hear the screaming at night.
"You better show me to your ship before they regroup and attack in force ....By the way i have a radio so you can contact the rest of your friends"
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Dmitri smiled at Mikro's comment "Trust me the connection on this ship is fast however the black box is very big and my flash drive is very small" there was a loud bang as something heavy struck the door, time to go.
Removing the flash drive Dmitri watched as Mikros climbed within the ventilation system, Tapping a few keys on the console before him Dmitri waited for the low hum of the fans to stop before following him, the banging on the door was becoming more forcefull and despite teh doors sturdy construction he could see the door buckling under the relentless onslaught.
Dropping the carbine Dmitri climbed into the cramped confines of the vent thankfull that he had lost the bulky weapon, even if it meant he was down to using his Skorpion "PARS give us thirty seconds to clear the vents entrance then follow us, Mikros you lead the way" and lets hope we don't meet any unexpected guest whilst we're up here.
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