Of Aliens and Possession...

[Kane]

"Come with me. I'll show you." He walked to and opened to and opened the door, and beckoned Virus to follow. Some twists, turns, and a short elivator ride latter, they reached the armory. DarkStar sent the door code via his nural implant and the large blast doors slid open with a slow hiss.
"He we have things never before seen, or even thought of. So far, only the Phantoms use it. I actually intend to keep it that way." He walked over and pulled a blaster pistol off the wall. "This is one of my favorites... Regular blaster pistols work on the same principle as Photon weapons, exciting a packet of photons to high energy levels, then giving them a rather large kick out of the gun. Fairly short range, but it fires as fast as you can pull the trigger so long as the energy cell is charged. Not this gun though..." DarkStar took an energy cell from an Ammo Dispencer, and slid it into the weapon. The side vents started glowing blue, and let out a light fog. "It's rather heavy, generates a lot of heat, and uses energy cells up quickly, but it is far better than any blaster on the market today." A line of targets on a fireing range were illuminated, and DarkStar fired off a shot. A bright blue/purple bolt sped down the range and blew one of the targets apart. "These blasters use Nomad technology, replicating the effect of their ship-based blasters but in a handheld form."

He set the gun down on the range, and walked over to a small side door. "This is the Mourge." The door opened, revealing walls lined with gigantic suits of armor. The Space Marines from Warhammer 40K certainly had a fan. "Powered armor, far superior to that of conventional armor. It's big, it's bulky, it's not quiet, but it can withstand the force of any weapon one could expect to be arrayed against it, barring heavy vehical mounted weapons and ship-based cannons. And the power supplies that carge the suite can also power some heavier versions of our blasters, in essence they could carry small Nomad Cannons."

"The last weapon that I want to show you is one of my favorites... We'll need a live target for this, however." They left to mourge and made a quick traverse of the ship to the Brig. Here, Navy pilots, captains, luteniants, and even a general were kept under high guard. "Isolate one of the pilots." Two guards opened the door and draged out the pilot in question. They took him to a secure room and shoved him in. "You'll have to watch through that window. You havn't been given the... implants, that protect you from this weapon." The guards escorted Virus to the next room, where a large window looked into the room where DarkStar and the pilot were now alone. This was the viewing room for what was normaly an interrogation.

DarkStar pulled out a small cilinder from his pocket, about the size of a small pen.
"You expect me to talk?" The pilot inquired.
"No..." DarkStar thumbed a button on the side of the cylinder. Two ends poped out, and a strange buzzing started comeing from the strange device. The pilot looked confused, almost dazzed, and got a nose-bleed. It started to become more severe, and the pilot had to sneeze out blood in order to breath through his nose. Then his fingernails started bleeding, then his eyes and ears, and quite suddenly he was screaming. "I expect you to die." Blood began to run out of every opening, and still he screamed... Untill he started gurgling, drowning in his own blood. the man fell, still bleading. He stoped screaming, and just lay there a large pool of blood growing around him. He was quite obviously dead.

"It works on focused soundwaves." DarkStar thumbed the button again, and the ends snapped back inside. "First it confuses their mind, ensuring that they won't shoot you. Then it starts working on the internal organs, bombarding them untill the chemical bonds break, quite litteraly liquifying their insides." He tucked the weapon back in his pocket. "It's an area-of-effect weapon, so that's why I needed you in a different, sealed room. Myself and my crew have a special implant that negates this weapons effects, so we can stand it. I'll be sure you get them once we reach Delta."

)(If you know where the last weapon is from, you get another cookie. First person to PM me gets it.)(

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