|
|
Post by meltdown on Jul 11, 2007 13:31:02 GMT -4
"You dissaprove of this?" Summers said breaking the silence between them.
"Corporal, I may be in this army but first and foremost I'm a doctor. I was on my way to becoming chief resident at one of the best hospitals in the country. After my conscription ..." Tabitha was letting the situation get the best of her. That had always been a sore subject for her. She had to maintain composure and just make the best out of the bad situation.
"Yes, I dissaprove of the uses of violence. I believe that all things can be accomplished through negotiations and words. If you couldn't tell my sympathies lie with Dr. McCoy, who is also a man of science."
Just talking about this brought to mind all the soldiers that Tabitha had to treat and stitch back together just so they could go out and get hurt again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rogue on Jul 11, 2007 18:03:08 GMT -4
Anna frowned at the proceedings.
So, Samuel's habitual lack of tact was not only reserved for her. She felt slightly relieved, but also increasingly annoyed. Leaning back against the wall with a casual air, Anna watched as her Commander tried to be witty... And failed.
Then the doctor left. And Scott, and she started to wonder why she didn't take the opportunity to step out as well. In fact, she was beginning to hate that she'd ever woken herself up for this mess. Ultrons. Pah. It was just another blunder by Sam which he was trying, ultimately unsuccessfully, to bag and tie up.
Obviously, she didn't approve.
|
|
|
|
Post by scott on Jul 12, 2007 11:45:18 GMT -4
Scott listened impassively, nodding his head a couple of times after she spoke to register the fact that he was hanging on to every word. He knew Dr. Smith’s story at least somewhat. Unfortunately the Kings’ army wasn’t one that required signing up for sometimes.
All for the greater good.
Scott’s head hurt.
“Negotiations and words,” he said looking around. Obviously she never took a mandatory trip to the telepaths for a ‘cleansing’. “Well, there’s an interesting theory.”
She openly admitted that her sympathies lay with the fellow doctor. Though he would never say it, Scott admired the courage and ability to be so honest. For a pacifist, she was fierce and fiery.
He leaned over to her, looking out toward the hall while he did. “I would probably keep that sort of sentiment quiet,” he urged her. Looking over at her so close, he added, “There are some things worse than being enlisted.”
|
|
|
|
Post by meltdown on Jul 12, 2007 13:48:03 GMT -4
“There are some things worse than being enlisted.”
That was true. There were the telepaths and their "re-training." Tabitha may have resented the army and its practices but she didn't want to get herself into trouble. She had been foolish to express her feelings so openly, and to one of Guthrie's underlings to boot. Then again maybe he wasn't so horrible, he had given her a warning. Deefer Mallone, a soldier to the bone, probably would have turned her in right away. Tabitha may have hated violence but something as drastic as completely re-writing personality was beyond evil in her opinion. She knew better than to mention her feelings about this to anyone and to try and conceal it around telepaths.
You can have your values but no need being stupid.
"Yes, I suppose there are," she whispered back.
Another silence passed between them. Every time that Tabitha had been in Summers' presence she couldn't help but wonder about his eyes. What color were they? Summers was a hard person to read with his stoic soldier face but with that visor covering his eyes, it was nearly impossible.
"Do you think McCoy will cooperate?" Tabitha asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hank McCoy on Jul 12, 2007 15:44:45 GMT -4
Dr. McCoy sniffed.
He didn't like the way they had breezed into his office. He didn't like the fact that they second-guessed him...he could hear far better than they expected, apparently. He hated that they unceremoniously dumped whatever it was they needed help with this time so nonchalantly onto his paperwork. It might have been delicate research...some of which was very nearly irreplaceable. He didn't like his patriotism being brought into question.
And he didn't much like Sam Guthrie, either.
If he had been in the curious mindset Guthrie seemed to think he was in then it would easily have been squashed by all the rest. It was all he could do not to throw them out of the lab.
But that wasn't Henry's style. He, at least, could be civil. He stepped to the table and pulled open the black duffel bag.
A bright gleam of metal shone back. It looked like a silver skull or a jack-o-lantern.
It leered back at him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 12, 2007 16:07:29 GMT -4
"They love to make their weapons seem....human..." Samuel mused aloud as the McCoy's eyes locked with the red lenses of the Ultron's. Why a person would do that, Samuel had no idea. What purpose did it serve to have such a connection with a tool, a device?
It was a silly notion indeed.
Samuel's eyes traveled down to the shining metallic face that McCoy gawked at. His own leer seemed to eerily match the Ultron's.
"The resistance's new toy...." Samuel said, leaning over McCoy's shoulder, "They call it Ultron..."
"Highly intelligent, with the capacity to learn and adapt from previous campaigns," Samuel continued, "And extremely deadly..."
"Doctor...as it is my responsibility as a soldier to protect our great nation from threats such as these, I humbly request your professional assistance in dealing with them....the Empire's safety ......your daughter and wife's safety is at stake...."
Whether that was a threat or not was totally up in the air.
"I need a way to kill them....all of them....and I need it as soon as possible..." Samuel said, "Do we have a understanding?"
|
|
|
|
Post by scott on Jul 13, 2007 7:52:14 GMT -4
Scott didn’t expect Dr. Smith to play by the rules in all aspects. She didn’t ask to be here, after all. A little expressed disgruntlement was hardly worth the trouble of reporting, no matter what protocol dictated. Besides, if he were really being honest with himself, he was glad to hear it. Not glad for her own suffering, just glad he could share the sentiments with someone else.
Though his eyes were trained forward, Scott could feel her examining him. She was trying to figure him out. He didn’t move.
"Do you think McCoy will cooperate?"
Glancing over he thought about it. He honestly didn’t know Dr. McCoy very well. He was a man shrouded in secrecy and hidden agendas. After a few moments he found the best answer he could come up with. Shaking his head lightly, he looked forward again. “I think we’re going to leave here believing we have his fullest cooperation.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Hank McCoy on Jul 27, 2007 8:02:00 GMT -4
Samuel said, "Do we have a understanding?" Henry was about to say something condescending when the eyes of the metal skull suddenly lit red. It raised itself on spindly legs that looked like a camera tripod made of radio antennas. Henry's eyes widened and his sudden vertical leap saved all but the tail of his labcoat from the charge of the laser cannon that issued forth from those leering red eyes. The coat caught fire and the ghastly tripod stepped forward off the table, laughing loudly as it fired a barrage of energy around the room. ((OOC: Apologies for my neglect of this thread....! I'd like to blame it on how busy I am...and I am...but the truth is I forgot...  ))
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 28, 2007 1:52:21 GMT -4
Despite the severity of the situation, a sadistic grin crossed Samuel's face. The demonic droid had gone rogue, and was attacking the doctor savagely.
Nothing like first hand experience to drive a point home. He thought.
The head turned, and opened fire on Samuel, obviously remembering who destroyed it in the first place. A wall of sheer heat and force rose up between Samuel and the beams, a nifty trick that he had learned during his academy days. The beams struck the wall, only sizzling as they stopped.
"See what I mean. They weren't capable of this last time..." He said, reaching out and snatching the head in a glowing hand, "Who knows what they'll be able to do next time...or the time after that...and so on and so forth...."
He smiled again, eyes wild with bloodlust, as he plunged a jet powered fist into the faceplate. Something not unlike a scream sounded from the head as his fist made impact. Despite their recent power increases, they were still no match for Commander Samuel Guthrie.
"This is only a fraction of what this weapon can do...imagine if it's body were attached.."
Tossing the ruined head unto the lab table, Commander Samuel Guthrie extended a hand.
"Think of your family's safety...." He said, "Do we have an agreement?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Hank McCoy on Jul 30, 2007 10:52:07 GMT -4
Henry had ahold of Guthrie's collar before his feet touched the floor.
"You dare bring live weaponry here...?", he snarled, long white fangs flashing as jerked the commander's face near his with surprising ease. "Threaten my family? My research?"
Henry's eyes burned into Guthrie's, his outrage for his family only outracing his outrage for his work by a small fraction. But it was the work that made Henry useful.
It was a bad thing for any of them not to be that.
There were irreplaceable genetic materials all throughout the room. Thankfully, the most important were safely in Henry's private lab.
Any other response between them was interrupted by a loud bang and a flash that drew their attention away. Henry did not let go of Sam. A dense cloud of smoke rose toward the ceiling as a sickly, drawling mechanical laugh issued from the metal skull. It got slower each syllable and then stopped in mid-"Ha". The smoke cleared slowly.
A sudden wheeze and one final pop made them flinch and it threw confetti. Henry snatched a piece between taloned fingers. It had a message written on it in black letters.
"With Love. Nick Fury."
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 30, 2007 21:22:22 GMT -4
The Doctor had laid his hands on Samuel. This....civilan had touched him, and nearly loosened one of his medals from his chest. The nerve of some people! He just couldn't understand how much Samuel had just helped him. The doctor would have never known how dangerous these things were had Samuel not brought it into his laboratory.
It was certainly very rude of him. And stupid to boot.
The law said that a member of SHIELD, especially an officer, had every right to protect himself if threatened. Especially by a foolish oaf like McCoy
"McCoy...you've broken a very important law...." He hissed, "Two actually..."
"One....you're withholding evidence from SHIELD..." He said, motioning his head to the scrap off paper.
"And two...."
A rocket powered fist was sent towards the Doctor's midsection, and a wide eyed glare of violent glee shined on Samuel's face.
"Assaulting an officer of Magneto's army..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Hank McCoy on Jul 31, 2007 0:12:54 GMT -4
Henry was already teetering on the edge of his control before the attack. Twin hisses issued from him, one from the breath he drew inward at the pain - the other from where the punch singed fur and flesh.
The force drove him backward. He pulled Sam Guthrie with him with an angry roar.
Henry McCoy was a very large man. He was already imposing in his normal slouch. When he stood upright, he seemed even bigger. And the grip he had on Sam's jacket was tight.
The grip he put on Sam's neck with his other hand made it clear that he could quite easily separate it from Guthrie's shoulders.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam Guthrie on Jul 31, 2007 12:50:15 GMT -4
They were men, two grown men. Well Samuel was a man, Dr. McCoy was a great hairy thing that smelt of burnt fur thanks to Samuel's punch. But now they were fighting like boys over a fire truck.
It was nauseating.
The two of them fell to the floor, Samuel's back and neck were in intense pain, and he let out a short groan.
And there they were, two grown men, on the floor, with Samuel straddling the Doctor, a glowing fist poised to strike his skull, and McCoy's strong hand gripping his throat.
"In the name of the The Empire, I Comman-*hurk* Commander Samuel Guthrie..." He tried to squeeze out as he felt his breath leave him. McCoy would be taken in....he would pay for this.
It was a shame he couldn't get the rest out.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hank McCoy on Aug 2, 2007 10:50:09 GMT -4
Henry's breathing was a series of ragged gulps and gasps.
"Let me....explain something to you....Commander...", he spat in a husky growl. He dragged Sam's ear close to his lips and his snarled fangs. It made the younger man look like something that could be all too easily broken and hurled aside.
What was said, only Sam could hear.
The death grip did not loosen as Henry waited for Guthrie's reply.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam Guthrie on Aug 2, 2007 16:27:26 GMT -4
You'd have to really know Samuel Guthrie to know he was shaken up by what he heard. A glimmer of what could have been considered "weakness" or "scared outta his pants" crossed across his face, but it was quickly covered up. Such was his way of handling unflattering emotion; he sent it deep down into himself, never to be seen again.
No one would notice a thing.
"All....of you....leave us..." He commanded, pointing his troops to the doorway.
|
|
))