~Lilys eyes widened a bit as Jacob stepped up. She pulled her Pistol back so it wasnt aiming at his back and moved to the side to look at the Commander. What was going on? She Aimed her pistol at the Commander, still behing Jacob. Her empty hand lightly touching Jacobs back. She was Afraid, and Jacob knew when she was afraid it was a bad situation.~
Jacob made sure to stay in front of Lily, not going to let his long time partner get injured. It was a lost cause because each of the three remaining fighters were knocked unconscious, along with Bane being shock with a tranquilizer. They were all loaded into the Prison Deck, all being locked in the same room. Along with them were the other militia fighter that were left alive.
~After awhile Lily came to and blinked a bit at the ceiling. What happened? She slowly sat up, a hand to her head and looked around. Her eyes widened and she looked around.~ JACOB!? ~She spotted him out not far from her and she ran over falling to her knees, placing both hands upon Jacobs chest and shaking him to wake him up.~ JACOB!? WAKE UP! ~She began to pout for her efforts were not working yet.~
Jacob slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from the swift blow to his head. His pupils widened slightly, but kept shrinking as his eyes attempted to adjust. His hearing was slowly and deep, unable to concentrate on one sound, but hearing a distinct voice. "Lily.. that you?" His voice was strained and he almost seemed half asleep, but it was visible that he was fully awake.
~Lily smiled wide and nodded her head quickly and over enthusiasticly. She pulled Jacob up to a sitting position and hugged him, happy he was okay. More or less. She then remembered her training and how she was not supposed to let strong emotion get through and then let Jacob go. But not enough so he would just fall back down, she kept a hand on his back. Lily took a slow look around the Cell and tilted her head to the side.~ ....Location?
~Lily grinned wide and flexed her left arm bringing her right hand upon the her arm. Pretty much saying "All right let me handle this". Lily got to her feet and ran over to the cell door and began to pound on it. After a moment she stopped... kicked it once in failure, then fell on her butt rubbing her throbbing foot. She then looked to Jacob and shrugged.~ .....Failure.
Jacob sighed and walked to the door, trying to hide his mouth. A guard walked over and was about to hit him in the face, but stopped the listen to something Jacob was whispering. "Delta-01-356423-Echo." The Sovereign soldier froze up for a moment, stunned by what he had said, and then turned and touched his comm. "We've got a militia that knows the protocol. What should I do? He really could be? Yes sir, I'll make sure that nothing happens to him, long enough for you to have a meeting with him."
Rick came to, slowly standing up and looking around. He realised he was weoponless and bane was still unconcious.
"Well... like i didnt see that coming."
Rick then looked up at the Sovereign soldier who spoke into his comm. Rick the quickly moved towards Lily and quitly talked to her.
"So what did miss?"
Tack was dragged into the room where the other prisoners were and tossed towards the wall by the two merciless guards who had brought him in. He hit it with a crunch and slumped against the bi-metal of his back plate, which had dug into his skin. He coughed blood onto his visor and with that he reached up a pulled the helmet from his head and chucked it at the departing guards. It fell short, bounced once and rolled along the deck, echoed by their laughter, to touch off of Lily's foot. tack wiped blood from his mouth with his free hand. Then shifted his eyes to flick across the room, steadying on jacob for a moment, then down to his straps holding his medium density armour chest plate on. With the same hand he pryed the plate off and releaved a nasty slash running from his left shoulder to his side and another brazier across his chest. Red liquid poured from his wounds and he simply applied pressure with his free hand to the deepest cut. His left hand pulled out a cigarette, and he lit up and placed it between his lips. Finally he turned his attention back to the occupants of the holding room, especially the guard. "I'm guessing you don't dish out on medical treatment with all the cloning, or you might give me something to patch this with." He stuttered between whisps of smoke and coughed, then spat the cigarette out. With his eyes a little puffed he smiled. "I always hated smoking."
=A large man stood high up in the mountains wearing camo armor to match with the surroundings. He watched silently as the three soldiers were taken. He knew he couldnt help them for the risk in getting caught himself was high. When the ships flew off Jason stood up, his camo armor changing colors back to black.=
...Lily. Im coming for you.
=Jason turned and slowly made his way down as he thought of a plan to rescue the three, and possibly who ever else was in the ship as well.=
Soon a guard approached the door and motioned for Jacob to come to over. When Jacob stepped over, he was taken by surprise to see The Chancellor himself on that very ship. Two guards grabbed him and held him in place, while another guard removed his helmet. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Book. My old head of security." Jacob shook his head. "I never served you. I served the people, not your sick schemes." The Chancellor laughed. "On the contrary, when you killed my son, we used a sample of your DNA mixed with his genetic code to develop this strain of clones. Of course, we will need to redo the sequence soon. DNA can only be cloned so many times." Jacob was struck with surprise from what he just learned. "Use me if you have to, but let my team go. That's all that I ask from you." The Chancellor shook his head with a sick smile. "We need all the genetic variability we can get. Throw him back in with the others!"
Tack threw the pack of cigarettes to Max, and turned his attention to Jacob. "I brought a knife to a gun fight. So after they captured me, one wise cracking ass thought it would be fun to slash at me with the sword I had." It was a big lie, but not important enough o truthfully tell his story as yet.
After that he went quiet as the Chancellor appeared at the doorway. He said nothing, did nothing obvious, but had the cigarette he had lit, back in his hand. 'A weapon's a weapon' were his sentiments.
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The state prestiege, floundered behind his glorious leader.