An escape gone bad

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
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<span style='color:red'>Timestamp </span>
<span style='color:green'>Quarter : Tessera
Day : 24
Year : 81378</span>

Who : Me and Crystal as Subaria and Temrin respectively.
Where : Around the "Lost" base in the Nyonge Mountain Range.
What : Subaria getting vamped.
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IC :

"<span style='color:blue'>Lemme' outta' this damn cage! Who the hell are you?</span>" Screamed an irritated Subaria as he came to. Why did weird things always happen to him? He reminded himself that he looked for them. Oh well he thought, might as well get outta' here. He closed his eyes, and flexed his wrists, and his two wrist blades appeared. Closing his eyes in pain, Subaria reached down towards the floor paneling of the cell, and trying to ignore the electricity flowing through his body ripped a hole in it. He widened it, and yanked out some wires, fully knowing that in a few seconds he was going to have to deal with a whole mountain of trigger happy 'dragons. "<span style='color:blue'>Yay, wont this be fun</span>" he growled as he slashed away at the wall till it gave way. He broke through to find himself in a room full of weapons. "<span style='color:blue'>convenient</span>" he said as he quickly armed himself to the teeth : a few flash grenades, a small close range automatic handgun, a larger long-range rifle, and a small knife which he put into his boot. As he was walking out of the room he noticed a small object lying near the door. EJD (electronic jamming device) was written in yellow on its side, but it had nothing very fancy-looking about it. A black box which just might save his bacon. The recon team would stand no chance against this arsenal, and though he did hate them, he knew he had to warn them.

He walked out of the room, and somehow managed to get to a large door that looked like it led outside. Slowly peeking around the door he saw that it did lead to the outside, and as he quietly sneaked across the side of the mountain he saw the place where he thought he had landed. He slunk over to the rock behind which he had hidden the transmitter, and to no great surprise saw that it was gone. They knew that I had placed the transmitter, and they may even have put a tracker on me he thought as took off from the ground. He flew as high as he could, and noticed that there were many glints on the mountain which made him think of hundreds of guns pointed at him. Oh well.

Subaria suddenly held his side as if he was in a great pain, and dropped towards the ground. As he did so, he set off the flash grenade behind his back keeping his eyes firmly shut, and shot up a flare that he had picked up in the weapons room. The agreement with recon was that if a red flare was sent up, then they should get out of there immediately, and leave him behind. The flare did turn out to be red, and as soon as he set of the flash grenade he heard the sound of hundreds of gunshots ripping through the air where his plummeting body had been seconds before. He swept in low over a hill, and flew for his life. Suddenly there was a searing pain in his right foot, and as he spun around to see what it was, there was a gust of fire which blew up towards him which singed the hair on his arms. He said "<span style='color:blue'>A little too close for comfort I think</span>" as he spun around and threw a flash grenade at the maniac with the flamethrower, and then as the 'dragon fell, Subaria watched as two figures rose on the horizon. One was aiming at him with a sniper rifle, and the other was holding some sort of electrical device which was producing a weird glow, and was turning towards him.

He opened fire with his new rifle, but realized too late that it was firing a round of duds. "<span style='color:blue'>They had this set up all along</span>" he sighed as he accepted his fate, and sped towards the pair of 'dragons. He threw away the automatic and the rifle. I am flying against some psycho with a sniper rifle pointed at my head and another with some weird glow emitting thingy, while I have a knife and an EJD which probably doesnÂ’t work. I love my job he thought as he dodged rifle fire, and as he suddenly realized what the glowing thing was. Plasma trajectory cannon. Oh yeah, they love me. He grinned manically as he thought about jamming it, but then was reminded that he had been given duds. Oh well, it's worth a go he thought as he threw it towards the 'dragons, and watched the Plasma trajectory cannon turn off.

 

Subaria grinned with glee as he saw the cannon go out. He shot over the sniper and threw his last flash grenade at him. "<span style='color:blue'>ThatÂ’s it? I thought they could do better... If I get away, then they can expect the whole of Ramath-Lehi's army... That cant be it...</span>" a few seconds later he had no time to reflect on his thoughts as a mortar exploded in front of him. Throwing his hands in front of his face he rolled into a ball and tumbled down the side of a hill. He saw a large rock in his path, and he tried to kick away from it while rolling. He missed the rock, and ended up falling off a cliff. Spreading his wings, he tried to get upright, but he only managed to flop around in the air, and ended up falling head first towards the quickly approaching ground. He managed to turn upwards and kick away from the ground, buy then he noticed that another maniac with a flamethrower had appeared. "<span style='color:blue'>This never stops. Oh well...</span>" He said as he swung around in mid air and dung his knife into the poor startled 'dragon. He grabbed the flamethrower, turned around, and continued his flight.

In the distance he could make out a landmark, a claw shaped mountain which was supposed to be the rendezvous point with recon. He flew towards it when a bullet suddenly went into his wing. He wobbled, stabilized, wobbled again, and as another bullet went into his other wing he tumbled for the second time, though this time it was into a steep sided valley. Wrapping his wings around him for protection, Subaria closed his eyes, and prayed that he would survive the tumble.

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An hour later he woke up in a pool of his own blood and saw that his right wing and two of his fingers had been ripped off.

 

"<span style='color:blue'>Eeehh?</span>" Said a sleepy Subaria as he sat up and looked around. He couldnÂ’t see anything and his first thought was that he was blind. Then the light came on. A scientist walked into the room, and as Subaria watched him quietly walking around him, he also noticed that he was in the same mountain that he was in before. He waited for instinct to take over, and make him lunge at the scientist, knock him out, and escape. The instinct never came. The scientist smiled and introduced himself and told Subaria that he had been attacked by a Grader recon unit, and that Temrin had come and saved him. yeah, sure he thought sarcastically, but then he realized that his mind had no alternate version of the story, and so to have some clue of what happened, he listened to the scientist depict the bloody details of how the recon unit tore off his wing, and how they started to cut off his fingers slowly, one by one. He looked at his hands and raised an eyebrow. Five fingers on each hand and on top there were gloves. The scientist smiled, and helped Subaria take off his gloves, and look at his new fingers. They were made of a bio-metallic alloy which was fused to his fingers, and his index finger had a special function. When he pointed at something, a small laser would shine out of it. The scientist clapped down a sort of bio-metallic wrist cuff on top of his wrist, and it immediately joined with the nerve to which his new fingers were attached. 'Point and flex' the scientist said, and a moment later there was a hole in the wall as the tiny weapon slid back into its place on the 'cuff'. He then turned around to look at his wing and noticed that it was the same as normal, though it did have what looked like a few circuits in it. "<span style='color:blue'>So doc, how long have I been here?</span>" Subaria asked, as he thought about his life. The Graders had destroyed his town when he was a pup, and had hunted him down. Luckily Revol had adopted him like a father. This was his home, and those recon people had tried to kill him again. The graders really hated him. All he could do was make the feeling mutual...

In a dark corridor somewhere in the base
"<span style='color:purple'>Well, the memory change was a success, and the fingers were good too, but the wing was a work of art! How did you do it?</span>" Said a scientific voice. "<span style='color:gray'>It was no problem, and after he had stopped thrashing around and killing his grader friends he blacked out. We picked up his wing before that and just put it back on, with a complimentary tracking device, and a small amount of explosives incase he goes renegade</span>" replied a sniggering voice.