Terry McGinnis
Hearing Kane's words made Terry's scowl deepen, as these guys seemed to know about the suit not having a self destruct in it, calling him out on his bluff. Terry didn't get much of a chance for a witty remark as he was promptly knocked out and dragged back to his cell. A black-eye forming on the spot he was hit. A headache following his awakening in the cell he was tossed in, which strangely was also occupied by someone else. A strange thing as in the past, Terry was always kept alone, rarely put with anyone that wasn't drugged up or clearly mentally broken they could do nothing more than drool and mumble gibberish.
The person before him looked like he still had his marbles about him, and fresh from a run in one of those rooms Terry saw during one of his attempts.
"Five star service am I right?" He would joke, to break the ice as he slowly got up from his spot on the floor, pain dully pulsing through his body. His ribs and other injuries given to him as a 'gift' from the Warden being the main sources of said pain. His effort was made somewhat difficult due to the fact he was cuffed with his hands behind his back, but a semi-quick moving his arms below his legs as he curled into a ball. As Terry got a good look at his cellmate, he noticed the muzzle on said guy's head as well as the metal coverings on said man's hands. Just what in the world did this guy do to earn those two items of restraints.
"I'd help, but they did search me for anything that might fit for a lockpick each time I get taken out for a walk. Plus, our 'friends' tend to not leave much to break off to make into lockpicks." As he looked to the room, with its lack of supplies to be made into tools, the camera and utter barrenness of the cell they were in left Terry with few options. It seemed they were going to play the waiting game, to see if an opportunity would present itself to give them a chance of getting out..
@kookyboy9 @Wade Von Doom
As the data from the AI was being copied over into external hard drives, Kane moved over to pod that contained the big green soldier himself. Wiping away the condensation on the glass, as the pod was generating heat from its battery. The AI was so protective of this man. Scans showed he was genetically engineered, and if he was awakened, it would be very likely they wouldn't have the capacity to stop him. As much as Kane wished to break it open and study both the suit, and the man inside it, the AI would have to suffice.
"He's going to wake up." A voice from behind told Kane. The AI, Cortana, sat in hologram form on the little console they pulled from the ship's wreckage. She had her knees to her chest, and her arms holding her legs together. AI's can't feel pain, but she felt her mind pulled and pushed around by these people, wanting to pull apart her code and leave behind what was degenerating by her rampancy. It was like cutting apart the brain of an Alzheimer's patient, and leaving behind what the diseases had already destroyed; thinking they could rebuild it. A waste of time, but they didn't listen to her.
Needless to say, she was angry.
"And when he does... You won't stop him." She looked right into Kane's eyes with anger and hatred, yet Kane stared back with amusement and a smile.
"If he wakes," he began to say, bending down to be at her level.
"I will be long gone. And what remains of you will be left stranded on this dying planet. A new sun is rising. I plan to have it be a Tiberium sun." Standing back up, Kane left, and the engineers continued on, preparing their tools to break apart Cortana for the rest of her coding.
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In Terry and Damon's cell, they would hear a commotion outside.
"Hey, take it easy!" A male voice shouted out, as two guards dragged him. "Shut up!" A female guard shouted back at him. They reached their cell door, and as they opened it, the male voice told them,
"Look, I didn't know he was married to you, I made sure to see if he had a ring on!" The female guard punched him right in the stomach as hard as she could, while the other guard, smashed the butt of his rifle on the back of his head as he bent down from the pain. As he was about to fall forwards to the ground, they both pushed him into the cell, and closed the door.
"Aaaaaaooooooh...." The guy moaned, rolling over to his side to see if the back of his head was bleeding. Some small drops of blood on the floor that dripped down his hair, but he couldn't feel a concussion.
"Other guard next time." He muttered, turning around to see where he was. He noticed both Terry and Damon.
"Ah! Hello there!" With a bit of a struggle, letting out a groan from the pain in his gut, he stood up to face both his new cellmates.
"Captain Jack Harkness! I'd offer a handshake, but... Looks like we're a bit tied up."
Jack Harkness
"Well, cuffed up technically, but it's all the same." There was a clear suggestiveness when he said that, along with a wink.
Until that time, she was still stuck inside a big tube with two large speaker-looking things to her left and right. Outside the tub were several scientists and engineers, one of which stated to a recording device, "Interrogation #001. Creature is of unknown origin, with no record of any previous sighting of her or anything resembling her species before. Scans indicate her gender is similar to female, and humanoid in bone structure, but we've detected she uses some sort of nanotechnology when she fights. Our first test will be to see if we can scan the technology, and whether it is apart of her neutral structure, or her suit, as we've been unable to remove it when she was first captured. Begin sonic emissions in 3... 2... 1."
As the chamber closed, the blue light that surrounded her felt like she was stuck in a tornado revolving around 30 miles per hour. It was literally trying to suck the nanotechnology off of her.
Vaarsiks, Queen-Baron
An amused thrill emerged from Vaarsiks' throat as the wind did little than ruffle her cloak, a harsh sound that would have sent shivers through any hardened Guardian, nevertheless a normal human. They were pathetic, even through the thick glass she could hear their words - Very soon those very voices would be begging for death when she was finished with them.
And she, as a merciful Kell, would give it to them.
SIVA was hers to control, and only her. Those that would try and take it for themselves would only receive a nasty surprise in the form of the nanotechnology's original directive, quickly growing out of hand and consuming everything in it's path.
Vaarsiks' imprisonment had left her starved, though not ignorant of her situation. She had scorned Skolas when he had come for her support, sending the Wolf pup with his tail between his legs. Now, she was in much the same position as he had ended up in.
Humans. Oh, how she despised them. Their theft of the Great Machine had led to their downfall. Even the name bestowed upon them was an insult: Fallen. From a God's given Grace. She wasn't blind enough to see that they had directly taken their God from them, more likely it was tricked somehow. She never knew how, and it was one of the many questions she asked when interrogating captured Thieves.
The next Human she would get her hands on wouldn't die quickly. An oath she would hold herself to...
The scientists jotted down notes about her reaction, and how the nanotech on her seemingly didn't react at all the sonic emissions. "Subject appears unaffected by sonic emissions. Trying now with electrical discharge." He noted down, before twisting a dial on the console that turned the sonic blasts into electricity. Enough to power a small house. They wanted to see if maybe they could fry the nanos off her.
As the convoy made it's way through the city, one of the trucks was bigger and bulkier than the others. Like it was transporting a prisoner. Two soldiers were inside, keeping guard of the newest scattered they found within the city. It was a familiar species, one they had captured before, but this one wore a unique piece of armor they could pry out with their hands. So instead, they kept it locked in full body restraints, and kept their weapons aimed closely at its head.
The Arbiter
She was calmer than expected.
Vaas knew that her moment would arrive soon. Her hands would clasp upon the nearest creature's head and twist it until it came off in a glorious moment of gory revenge. Her mandibles twitched in anticipation as she quietly strained against her bindings, gripping them while glaring balefully at her captors.
This reminded her of the time she spent incarcerated on High Charity, branded for the Heresy of denying her brother. But, even knowing the outcome, she would do it all again.
The main truck Vaas was in was in the center of the convoy, made up of five vehicles.
Vaas' transport
Security vehicles
The security detail had three people per car. The driver, one in the passenger's seat, and one manning the machine gun on top. The transport with Vaas inside had five soldiers, a driver and passenger, with three in the back watching Vaas herself. "Sooo.... What is it again?" A guard asked.
"Elites. They're apart of some religious cult in space from where they're from, or something like that." The guy who said that was playing a game on his phone.
"... Is it female?"
"I don't know."
"Can you check?"
"Not gonna."
"Aren't you just a little curious?"
"Nope. And neither should you, if Adams hears this type of talk."
"I'm just wondering is all! You don't get to see them this close in person, unless you're working guard duty. Besides, most of these guys end up dead in the week, and then they're taken to autopsy."
"And they're better of that way. These things tend to be the biggest pain in the ass to deal with, we keep them in a cell, they're trying to rip the wall paneling off."
The convoy was approaching the bridge quickly, so if the team was going to get an ambush ready, they had to get ready now, or miss their chance.