Author Topic: Turning himself in (Read 3731 times)

Zero · « **on:** February 25, 2011, 09:40:52 PM »

Arriving outside of the Mechera station near Frezzi, Carl sent the magical equivalent of a transmission to the Mechera on board. But his book was not reluctant about this in the slightest. In order to spare it?s host always being on the run, it would have Carl do this. Not turn himself in like most would expect to Thel and whatever flunkies he employed. Instead, the Mechera police would be the ones who got to capture Carl.

I am turning myself in.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #1 on:** February 25, 2011, 10:17:30 PM »

Two Mechera police mechs, bulky as they were, made their way to the presumed fugitive, led by their officer. In her own tongue, her name was Vreantzlac, but to Organics she went as Serak. "Turn yourself in? Identification, please. Im afraid we haven't received the recognition data for most criminals outside the Frezzi stations, seeing as crime is relatively low around here." The one of the two mechs turned towards her, then said something in the Mechera's language, that amounted to,"Er, I think I've gotten the updates, actually. Says here, he's...A 'Carl' or something? I believe he was wanted in possible connection to the Black Guard." Out of that, the only words decipherable were 'Carl', and 'Black Guard'. The rest was a jumble of sounds not pronounceable by organics. "Hm, Carl, eh? Alright, then, come along."

Zero · « **Reply #2 on:** February 25, 2011, 10:20:33 PM »

Carl came along, but it was obvious he would not hand over his book. In fact he formed a barrier around his hands that were holding the book. A barrier that no nonorganic could touch or they would find themselves turned into a toaster. Something he had cooked up to handle the Mechera without fatalities or any sorts of problems. "The only condition is that Thel is not allowed access here. Not one single bit, I don't want him near me at all. "

Carl's voice was a bit shaky, as if something had happened that was traumatic and associated with Thel. But it was merely that he had began to uncover the truth behind the death of Rezick with a bit of angelic assistance. Well indirect assistance, as Vailen had merely told his book while Carl had been sleeping of what Thel had pulled off.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #3 on:** February 26, 2011, 09:49:17 PM »

She shrugged, and merely said,"I think Thel is on either another planet, or another station...In any case, we're the civilian police. Thel doesn't have jurisdiction over us, at least, not directly. Well, come along now, this way." She said, as she turned around and the two mechs walked to Carl's sides. They turned their arms into Sound Cannon Mode-a non-lethal suppressor weapon. The officer had noticed that the kid did...Something to his book, and could see by his expression that he wasn't going to give it up. "Hm, most interesting..." she mumbled(at least, as much as a machine can mumble...), before, within the Mechera Cyberspace, she wrote a report, and submitted it.

Zero · « **Reply #4 on:** February 27, 2011, 08:47:05 AM »

"You take the book, and make no mistake I will tear up this entire facility until I find said book, take it back, recreate this facility and tear it apart over and over again." Carl was not one to joke around or make idle threats, at least from the profile they had on him. So not taking the book would definitely be in the best interests of every mechera on board the station. Now he looked at them with a worried gaze. "Shuma is gone. The anrufe have taken the planet. I hated to let things go unchecked, but now I fear that I have no choice."

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #5 on:** March 04, 2011, 08:49:27 PM »

"The Anrufe? Who?" Serak said, before her body seemed to freeze; she de-synchronized her mind from her body, allowing her to check on things from the 'net and such. Finally her body started to move again, her mind taking control from a less synchronized state. She still had complete control over her body, but she'd be slower to react; a necessary evil at the time. "Holy...They took it without even trying...We're going to need to inform Gregory." She said to herself, before the two other police, surprised at her words, started bickering at her about...Something. It sounded like a jumble of mechanical noise to most, but Mechera could understand and speak it fluently. "Yes, yes, I know, I know what I just said. It'll probably take weeks for him to reach this message, and he probably already knows about the attack, but there are...strange readings coming from that book. I'll tell Gregory, but until we get commands, do not take that book. Take him to a detention center for now." More mechanical noise, then she did what is quite possibly a attempt at a facepalm; and from her reaction, they apparently suggested there were no detention centers on the station; at least, not ones in the real world. "We have transport shuttles, you know. Commandeer one of those, an empty one, then have him stay in the back, and bar it. Improvise already...And dont even suggest that he'll try to escape, he just turned himself in. If he asks for food or drink, order some. We do have a few Narrikan venders on the station, a few should be restaurants. And give him furnishings and stuff. Anyways, I'll take watch with you guys, but I have to call Gregory. Take him there, then once its set up transmit me the location so I can meet up." At her words, the two said, for the first time in a language that could possibly be understood by an organic(a Aralang dialect, to be exact, and aside from the name of the officer),"By your command, Officer Vreantzlac." At that, she 'nodded' and walked to a terminal as the other mechs escorted their charge to the docking bay.

"King Xiroltczrtect((Gregory's real name)), we have...A anomaly. According to readings, there is a second magical signature spotted on one of the fugitives. Im not sure why your interested in this, but you did command all information regarding this be forwarded directly to you so, well, this is the report." Serak said, not in the real world, but in their cyberspace. It was being recorded, then the recording sent along a private channel controlled by the civilian police forces. Higher ranking officers would be able to read the message, but with its title, none would dare. It was, after all, for their king, not them.

Zero · « **Reply #6 on:** March 04, 2011, 08:55:40 PM »

Inside the cell, of sorts really a transport shuttle the book began to force Carl to materialize a piece of chalk. He began to draw on the wall. As for what he drew it happened to be schematics. Schematics for new bodies for Mechera that would require less power but maintain the same form. The book heard his stomach rumble, took over Carl's vocal chords and began yelling for food, water and a bed.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #7 on:** March 05, 2011, 05:20:15 PM »

"Alright, alright, no need to yell. Is there anything in particular you like, food-wise?" One of the two mechs asked in a deep, robotic voice, turning somewhat. The other one went to get the furnishings, and would be updated on the way as for the food. A Mechera buying food might look odd, but stranger things have happened on the station...He just hoped he wouldn't look TOO out of place in the restaurant.

Zero · « **Reply #8 on:** March 05, 2011, 05:22:08 PM »

An illusion appeared near that Mechera of a chicken, mushroom and pineapple pizza. Near the one that was speaking anyway as the book also demanded writing supplies, paper, pens, markers and rulers along with a laptop that Carl could use for work on his latest invention. Prefferably a laptop with wireless. Oh, and that the laptop better not be bugged or have a Mechera mind inside it to intercept the messages that would be sent out. Also the book demanded booze, the strongest a vendor would have, for Carl. It usually helped calm him down when he went into hysterics, but he only drunk on occassion.

A ship arrived outside, a corvette. It sent a transmission to the Mechera on board.
I am a friend of the Dolos Family. Enclosed are my credentials. I wish to visit Carl and give him a few lessons in fighting so that he can better protect himself. The credentials read were for someone named John Smith, but really it was Lucas Silver who had sent fake credentials and wore a hooded cloak on board his transport at this time.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #9 on:** March 23, 2011, 07:33:30 PM »

OOC:...I thought I did this already...

The Mechera police detaining Carl transmitted the data to the other, and soon enough the other had the food brought back. After that, it got the furnishings, and then after, the laptop.

Meanwhile, aboard the First Battalion...
Gregory was sifting through his messages, when one caught his eye. It was a report made by a police officer at Frezzi. He read it, and was even more intrigued by how there was a unusual form of magic detected...
"Perhaps I should soon visit our good capital in that dimension, see how things are going..." He mused, before finding a update. Apparently, a laptop had been allowed to the prisoner. "Very good...This'll make things easy for starters..."
A transmission popped up on the laptop's screen. "Greetings to you from a person very interested in your case. I heard from one of the police officers that you have a rather unusual ability to manipulate 'magic'...Correct?"

OOC:Alright, now for the second part you editted in...

The person was rejected, because of how Carl was currently a prisoner, and wouldn't be allowed the lessons until he was free. After all...There wasn't all THAT much room in the ship being used to detain him for sparing or learning moves, so there wasn't much that could be done.

Zero · « **Reply #10 on:** March 23, 2011, 07:39:33 PM »

Sighing, Lucas admitted to himself that this was not a good idea. But Carl would need to be taught, in order to handle the insanity he had recognized in Marco. Which was not a good thing all things considered, namely that Carl was the only one availible who Marco had already not gotten to besides Jonathan. So he sent another message asking if they would deliver a newspaper to Carl. But he slipped a note inside the newspaper, coordinates for a place that he would train Carl. Carl might be no Rezick, but he was the best they had at a time like this.

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Carl read the communication and typed one back. "Yes, but of what interest is it to you person interested in my case? And who are you for that matter?" The book took control once more of Carl's vocal chords and this time demanded booze, beer, whatever. Just an alcholic beverage for Carl so that he would relax some, as Alcohol had the opposite effect on him that it did on most, it acted as an opiate, and a tranquilizer.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #11 on:** March 31, 2011, 08:48:55 PM »

The police mech turned, and replied in a slightly bored voice(watching over prisoners, after all, wasn't the most entertaining part of his job, and he didn't own the body, so he couldn't install any form of games onto it; his main form of entertainment was browsing a few pages on their net),"Sorry, but its against regulations to give alcohol to incarcerated organics. If you've got an addiction, then you should be allowed a suppressant chem that'll ease the withdrawal symptoms, but we dont carry it outside of the prison sectors. Originally, it was supposed to be secret, but after a exposure as to its existence we haven't been able to carry it with us, since addicts with no means to sate their addiction will fight to the death for that stuff."

A message was returned to the laptop. "That different ability of yours is my interest. And Im afraid I cant tell you, not yet. Im a bit of a fan of the dramatics, you see, and it simply wouldn't do to just tell you who I am. Suffice it to say that Im interested in your case, and it is within my ability to make sure you are pardoned of charges...at least, as far as the Mechera are concerned.
But first...Tell me. Have you heard of something known as...Pseudo-Magic?"

Zero · « **Reply #12 on:** April 05, 2011, 10:59:57 PM »

A police mech may seem smart but the book was smarter. It used magic to form a bit of data which was transmitted into the 'mind' of the police-mech that had denied the alcohol from Carl.

Listen. Alcohol acts as a tranqulizer for Carl unlike most of the Narrikians, Siccians, Zilos or Ancient Narrikians and it is rare for it to work like that on anyone. He is not addicted, but after the bad-news he just got well, I think he will need it to prevent him from literally blasting one of you apart. A newspaper with the words malfunctioning Mechera kills Mrs.Dolos appeared near that Mechera, the bad news the book had found out about and was keeping from Carl. The paper smacked into the face of that Mechera about 5 times before stopping.

And then the book saw the message on the laptop and typed on it. I would be very interested in having the charges dropped and as for your question no I have not heard of Pseudo-Magic, but it seems to be something from it's very name that would work in an AM Field. Which makes me interested because those AM fields are getting to be a damn nuisance. Am fields strip away the ability to perform magic.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #13 on:** April 08, 2011, 06:38:28 PM »

The data was deleted as soon as it entered the Mech, and within its cyberspace, the words 'UNAUTHORIZED DATA BREACH. ACTIVATING SECURITY MEASURES' streamed along everywhere, with the Mech's connections to the outside world locking up and the Mechera piloting it being forcibly ejected to their internet. "Greeeeaaaaaaat...Just the peeeerfect time for it to malfunction..." He mumbled, not knowing the real reason it happened. He sighed from within the Cyberspace, and looked for a warp to their police station cyberspace to get back into a Mech; he still had to guard the prisoner, after all.

Another message was sent, this one saying,"Very well, then...Im afraid we wont meet in person until later, but for now...When you get the opportunity, show the crest that will appear next to you to the guards and tell them to access the data inside. They'll know what to do."

From his location, then on False Heaven, Gregory transmitted a message into a datadisk on board the First Battalion, which he then had portaled right next to Carl. It looked like a capital 'G', with a capital 'F' inside of it, the lower line branching off the 'F' interconnecting with the line going inward of the G, all overlaid onto a gear-shaped hard drive-Carl would have no way of knowing it, but this was the Mark of Falzone, a emblem Gregory gave to few people. Every one had a different purpose as far as he was concerned, but all were important. And while this Mark alone wouldn't get him out of any situation, it would certainly help with this one...

Zero · « **Reply #14 on:** April 08, 2011, 06:43:52 PM »

Picking up the data Disk and walking over to the Mechera that still had his body, or her body as the case might be Carl offered them the data disc once he got the message. "So may I go?" He had places to be, people to see and some people to kill, IE the Anrufe and now Thel Valdemee and a single one of the Mechera had also made his list for murdering his family. He would need his assets unfrozen as well, so that he could have access to them all and gain his revenge of course. "Oh, and get all my bank accts unfrozen if you would and those of my family. In fact dump it all into one account since they all belong to me now." He had seen the newspaper headline, but could not believe it or allow himself to believe it yet.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #15 on:** April 08, 2011, 06:59:16 PM »

She took one look at it, and nearly recoiled. "Where the HELL did you get that!? Do you even have any idea what this is?" She said, shaking her flashlight-head a couple times before a few wires came out of the hand carrying the Mark, and plugged themselves into it. "Eh? I didn't...Wait, the Mark is forcing me to access it?" She muttered in wonder, reading the data. "Hm...Transport the prisoner to Frezzi Research Station 9...I see..." She handed him back the mark, before opening the makeshift cell and pulling Carl out, being careful to make sure he had his book. "You've been found 'Guilty' of the charges put to your name, and as your sentence, you are to be taken to a Research station for them to research that unique magical ability. After this has been completed, you'll be absolved of all charges as far as the Mechera are concerned. Show it to the Researcher you'll be in the custody of, and he'll know what to do from there."

Zero · « **Reply #16 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:06:59 PM »

Exiting the cell he took the mark back checking to make sure it was in a good condition and headed towards the research station. His expectation was that his captivity on board this station would be very short lived but he did not want to go up against the BG just yet. No he had plans that did involve surviving for quite a forseeable future. The BG had numbers and high grade weapons at their disposal something he did not want to go up against. Later he would invest in 5 Automatic AM, Armor Piercing guns and also a new type of blade. As he mused over this Carl walked to the aforementioned research lab stopping once in the cafeteria vendor they had brought the pizza from and grabbing some food to go and continued on his trek to that station. Once he found the researcher Carl looked the being over. "So this is where I am to be researched?" He offered the mark to the researcher so that he could get things under way.

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #17 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:21:14 PM »

All the way, he was escorted by the Police Officer, she making sure he didn't try to up and run away(due to protocol, not that she actually believed he would, considering he had a Mark) until he was at the station, which itself was a separate space station(though still in orbit around Frezzi). It was also very secure; if it were for the fact that she was escorting him, he wouldn't have clearance to dock there. Once the researcher saw the emblem, he looked it over, the cords coming from his arm in much the same way as the officer(and also to his own surprise). Afterword, he seemed to chuckle. "Ah...You've no idea how much help you will be, friend...And to think, we've been making no further progress since those days way back when, and then you come along! Yes, you will be great help indeed with our studies..." He said, as he led Carl to a test room. "All you need to do is try using magic of various different kinds, but not your Narrikan magic; we have enough data on that. Use only the other magic, so that we can study how it works. This room we're in was developed when we researched Narrikan magic, and is capable of detecting the flows of this unique energy. It should also allow us to analyze whatever it is that gives you this magic." He explained, before leaving the room and entering another nearby. Over a intercom, he said,"Alright, whenever you're ready, go."

Zero · « **Reply #18 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:25:34 PM »

If they wanted a show of his other magic, he would oblige them. Letting the book take over his form once more Carl essentially went to sleep while the book took over. It began to perform feats like summoning chairs, hurling a fireball at a picture of Thel it had materialized on one of the walls and many other feats of magic, enough for them to study successfully and learn from. However none of the power he used was his own, but only that of the book. The book then released a yawn from the lips of Carl as it was bored of this testing. The book then formed a communicator linked to the intercom and said.
Are we done yet?

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #19 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:37:46 PM »

Over the intercom came that same chuckle. "Very well, then. We dont have enough data yet...but perhaps we might try something a little more challenging?"
Almost immediately, the tiles at the roof of the far side of the room opened up, and missiles were dropped from them, sputtering to life after being dropped and before they hit the ground. They all had a lock on Carl, obviously.

Zero · « **Reply #20 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:41:57 PM »

Missiles would make an excellent challenge and so instead of using the magical arts as expected the book used his magic to bolster the speed and strength of Carl, having him perform moves only seen in the matrix jumping onto one of the missiles causing it to hit another, and repeating said procedure until all the missiles were naught but scrap metal. The scrap metal was then taken and formed into missiles of his own design albeit able to drill through most materials. And their target? The place the missiles had came out of originally of course.

"Boring. Have anything else?"

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #21 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:47:22 PM »

"But of course..." The voice said, before out of the walls came turrets. They first destroyed the missiles(for Carl's safety; they could survive in a vacuum, but any damage to the facility could possibly lead to open space), and then fired a barrage of lasers upon him from everywhere.

Zero · « **Reply #22 on:** April 08, 2011, 07:49:54 PM »

Each of the lasers would meet a barrier that rose in front of the gun the moment it stopped to recharge before firing at him. The result was that the lasers would essentially be hitting the guns that had fired them and causing them to explode as a result. Smirking as he watched, the book looked once more at the apparent idiots. "Am I done here or do you have any more pointlessly futile examinations to perform on me?"

@Pokemon Master Red · « **Reply #23 on:** April 08, 2011, 08:04:53 PM »

"Try this on for size..."

Next, he was taken to another room(that one would, of course, need repairs), and already in it was a Mechera. Only...Something seemed...Off, about it. It was twitching somewhat, its flashlight eye prismatic in color-which would mean that the Mechera's emotions were literally all over the place. And such a thing was completely unheard of-with Mechera, there was at least one or two emotions in dominance rather than a spike everywhere.
Quite frankly, the Mechera in the room was insane.
As soon as the signal to go was given, it stopped twitching, and looked straight at Carl. In a garmbled voice, hardly recognizable as words being spoken, it said,"Pseudo-Magic system-Operational. Irregularities within manageable limits. Beginning to attack the enemy."
And then...The air nearby Carl simply exploded as the Mechera rushed for him in a insane fury. One of its arms seemed to crack and break as flesh forces through, bone coming from it and forming into spikes, which it used to club against him.

Zero · « **Reply #24 on:** April 08, 2011, 09:38:15 PM »

The moment he entered the other room Carl had already cast 3 barriers around himself, each with a different effect, the first would absorb the energy of the explosion. The 2nd barrier was to block assaults of the melee variety thus when it rushed at him it would collide with that barrier and literally be hurled back. The last was to block any direct magical style attacks.

"Now I see I must not hold back." With that the ground of the room began to melt into a gooey liquid of sorts, kind of with the consistancy of Jello and Carl began to levitate off of the ground, except the gooey liquid was not exactly normal but had a unique property to it. In short it would seal anything not organic inside it and block off transmissions of any variety, and any magic the thing had. Even PM might be blocked by this simplistic method of doing things of course.