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Link · 05-05-2004, 03:10 PM

OCC: Gotta keep this thing up!

IC:

"Damn this!" With a disgusted - but most of all disappointed look - Delorian threw away the small remnant of his last cigar. Muttering something about cheap cigars, the big soldier moved on through the deserted hallway, fixed on getting the hell out of this wretched industrial building.

"Reactor core self destruct in 4 minutes" the monotone sound of the female computer echoed through the empty hallways.

While there was still plenty of time left for him to get out, Sergeant Delorian was getting anxious. He wasn't scared of something - he had never been scared in his entire life - but he felt a pressure building on his back. As if there was something he was leaving behind. Something important.
"Damn this amnesia!" With a disgusted look, Delorian felt for his head. He hated weakness. Just as he hated treachery, small guns, and his acadamy instructor. But he hated weakness most of it all. Especially since this time, it was a weakness on his part.

"Reactor core self destruct in 3 minutes"

Delorian turned another corner only to find a large room with a couple of operation tables, buckets with medical equipment. He walked around the room, stopping in front of a table with what appeared to be a body covered by sheet on it. Just as he wanted to lift the sheet, he noticed a small throbbing in his brain - in that instant he realised his memory was about to come back. At least for an instant.

With a cry, the large soldier fell on the floor, one hand clutched to his head, the other on the floor to remain balanced. Agonizing waves of pain coursed through his head and bits and pieces of memories protruded his conscience. He had been to this room before. A bright white flash brought him to the past for a while longer.

"Computer, access medical log Andromeda. File 2314.54b. Access code Hyperion"
"Access granted"
"Computer, record following medical surgery on video and audio. Label it with the codename of the patient: Hellboy"
"Acknowledged"
"Scalpel"
"Scalpel, sir."
"Removing the tissue around the right eye. Careful."
"Eye free for operating, sir."
"Sterile needle"
"Sterile needle, sir."
"Injecting nanobot in inner eyeball. Steady."
"The needle has been emptied, sir."
"Good. Fix the tissue around the eye, and make sure he remains stable. 20 grams of cortizon. And give him some morphine as well. He will probably feel this for a long time."
"Acknowledged"
"Computer, seal File 2314.54b. Authorization: doctor Hewitt."
"File sealed."

[ 05-05-2004, 03:12 PM: Message edited by: Link ]

05-05-2004, 03:10 PM	#19
Link Jack Burton Join Date: May 15, 2001 Location: The Netherlands Age: 40 Posts: 5,888	OCC: Gotta keep this thing up! IC: "Damn this!" With a disgusted - but most of all disappointed look - Delorian threw away the small remnant of his last cigar. Muttering something about cheap cigars, the big soldier moved on through the deserted hallway, fixed on getting the hell out of this wretched industrial building. "Reactor core self destruct in 4 minutes" the monotone sound of the female computer echoed through the empty hallways. While there was still plenty of time left for him to get out, Sergeant Delorian was getting anxious. He wasn't scared of something - he had never been scared in his entire life - but he felt a pressure building on his back. As if there was something he was leaving behind. Something important. "Damn this amnesia!" With a disgusted look, Delorian felt for his head. He hated weakness. Just as he hated treachery, small guns, and his acadamy instructor. But he hated weakness most of it all. Especially since this time, it was a weakness on his part. "Reactor core self destruct in 3 minutes" Delorian turned another corner only to find a large room with a couple of operation tables, buckets with medical equipment. He walked around the room, stopping in front of a table with what appeared to be a body covered by sheet on it. Just as he wanted to lift the sheet, he noticed a small throbbing in his brain - in that instant he realised his memory was about to come back. At least for an instant. With a cry, the large soldier fell on the floor, one hand clutched to his head, the other on the floor to remain balanced. Agonizing waves of pain coursed through his head and bits and pieces of memories protruded his conscience. He had been to this room before. A bright white flash brought him to the past for a while longer. "Computer, access medical log Andromeda. File 2314.54b. Access code Hyperion" "Access granted" "Computer, record following medical surgery on video and audio. Label it with the codename of the patient: Hellboy" "Acknowledged" "Scalpel" "Scalpel, sir." "Removing the tissue around the right eye. Careful." "Eye free for operating, sir." "Sterile needle" "Sterile needle, sir." "Injecting nanobot in inner eyeball. Steady." "The needle has been emptied, sir." "Good. Fix the tissue around the eye, and make sure he remains stable. 20 grams of cortizon. And give him some morphine as well. He will probably feel this for a long time." "Acknowledged" "Computer, seal File 2314.54b. Authorization: doctor Hewitt." "File sealed." [ 05-05-2004, 03:12 PM: Message edited by: Link ]