Grey Part 1 A MORFS Universe Story
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Notes: I don't often do cross-overs in to other peoples stuff, but
sometimes you've got to practise how to make things like that work.
Especially when something your dreaming up is called 'Worlds Collide'. I
never got around to finishing this practise piece but figured someone
might like to read it, play with it or well whatever really.
Sarah
Panting the woman ran through the forest pushing aside branches and
vaulting logs, behind her a tree exploded in to splinters. Sweat pooled
at the bottom of the rebreather attached to her full face helmet, another
tree exploded closer this time. He was getting better. Vaulting over a
fallen tree she corrected her landing and slid down the embankment in to
a clearing. The bipedal machine followed and fired again. The woman
cart-wheel out of the way and opened her palm, the three energy bolts
seared the front armour of the machine and she sped off smiling. The
large shoulder mounted gun swivelled and fired.
The three had been planning the camping trip since the winter snow had
first appeared, sping dutifully followed dragging summer along behind it.
They'd always been close and since MORFS had ripped through their genome
they'd grown closer; in some respects each thought themselves lucky.
None of them had to undergo a forced sex change with all that entailed
and whilst two of them had picked up a little animal it was neither
excessive or one of the more complex changes. In fact it was Nathan's
wings which had carried them to this remote woodland paradise.
"I thought I heard something," Jessica looked around the cat like ears on
her head swivelling and her tail twitching nervously, "smell something...
burning." In the distance the sound of a repeating 'thud' slowly carried
on the gentle breeze.
"I don't need your ears to hear that," William said, a loud 'CRACK'
drowned out the thud, "bloody hell!" The 'ratta' of gun fire followed
and it was getting closer! "I think we should get the hell out of here."
he called.
Nathan, watching the clearing from the shady area they'd set up came
looked at him, "Too late! HIDE!"
The woman moved with an agility and grace even the feline enhanced
Jessica found envious, it was after the woman had scorched the armour and
started to run it happened. The machine fired it's large cannon and
rather than simple dodgy the woman spun; her shield flickered and
deflected the shot in to Nathan's chest. The two friends rushed over to
their friend as he lay motionless.
Unheard due to Jessica's screams at the blood and William's frantic, but
noisy, work with the little first aid pouch they didn't notice the woman
until a leather gloved hand holding three vile of neon blue liquid
appeared and promptly injected them in to their friends neck. A strange
flashing piece of technology was quickly wrapped around his wrist.
"Just what," the woman's voice sounded mechanical almost like an ancient
speech synthesiser, she loosened the rebreather and tore the helmet off,
"the hell are you kids doing here?" At least now she sounded normal,
incredibly pissed off but normal. Behind her the machine trotted over
and two panels folded out of calfs.
"I'm getting unhooked," the machine said whilst rocking slightly,
"there's more nanobot solution in the medpacks."
"Did you call for a media?" The woman called back, "Christ I think this
kid took a chunk of shrapnel." She ran to the leg section and grabbed a
large canvas bag.
"Medic's enroute, be here in 5." The front of the machine opened and a
man in similar clothes to the woman climbed out, grabbing another bag he
ran over, "Anyone else hurt?"
The woman knelt beside the boy and held out her palm, "I don't think he's
got 5," she glanced at the others, "I'll do my best. Check the others
out and if they don't need it keep pumping him full."
The man quickly and forcefully checked over the other two and steadily
emptied more of the blue liquid in to Nathan's body, "They got splatter
nothing else." He reported.
"He's slipping." The womans voice sounded strained, "Ohh no you don't!"
Her face became a mask of effort two large glowing wings appeared on her
back, "Tell..." she struggled to speak as her palm glowed and sweat
trickled down her face, "the damn medic to hurry."
After an eternity yet more soldiers appeared, both William and Jessica
were slightly revealed to see red +'s on their shoulders, "Jesus!" one of
them commented looking at the large hole in the boys side, "Ok. I want
two IV sites in him," the media motioned to his elbows as the corpsmen
started work, "mainline saline, nanostech and get that wrist strap on a
power cell." He pulled a small ready filled syringe out of his kit,
"This'll help the pain." The man shook his head, "Commander, ease off
we've got him."
The woman closed her hand and slumped, "Go!" With well practised easy
the medics lifted the boy on to a stretcher, secured the IV's and power
cell to him and ran off in to the wood. The pilot of the machine slipped
her arm around his neck and helped her walk away. Neither knowing
anything else to do or wanting the two friends followed. Finally Jessica
picked up the courage to speak, "Who are you?"
The woman, pulled herself up and took a deep breath, "I'm Nanaia
Hernandez," she looked at them an instinctively produced a pair of sun
glasses to cover her glowing eyes, "I take it you want to keep tabs on
your friend?" They nodded, "Understandable, tag along." She patted the
man on the shoulder, "I've got it Captain, go get your unit back to the
barn." The man saluted and ran back to the machine.
Nanaia led them to another clearing, signalling with her radio a section
of the found rotated in to itself and a small platform appeared, "Step
on." she looked at them as they remained motionless and exchanging
looks, "Your friends in medical," she stated matter of factly, "medical
is in the outpost, the outpost is underground." This didn't seem to
convince the two, the Jessica grabbed hold of Williams arm, "Ok." Nanaia
sighed, "If I was going to hurt you I could of done," 'several times
over' she thought but kept that to herself, "you saw the medics working
on your friend, it was an accident and I'm truly sorry but if you want to
see him you've got to come with me."
"What's stopping us running away and calling the police?" Jessica asked
nervously.
"Nothing what so ever," she pointed, "thirty miles or so that way you'll
get to a dirty track. Follow it another ten or fifteen and you'll find a
tarmac'd highway. Should be a pay phone somewhere along it. Of course
if you do phone the police, it'll instantly go to the FBI, then Homeland
Security hotly followed by the CIA. At which point Omega group will take
charge and your friend will never have been born." She stepped on to the
platform, "Or you can come with me and we'll figure out what the hell I'm
going to do to clean this mess up."
"Never been born?" It was Williams turn to speak and like Jessica he
didn't sound confident. Nanaia said nothing but drew a finger across her
neck, "Everyone?" William asked. Neither of them had heard of an
organisation known as Omega but the emphatic nod convinced them, finally,
to step on the platform.
"Welcome," Nanaia said as the platform headed down the shaft, "to the
Foundation."
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The base was small but perfectly formed as they say, several people
saluted Nanaia as she marched past with the two teenagers in tow.
Opening a door she motioned for them to enter, "Medical." She reassured.
The room could of come from any modern hospital, large articulated beds
were lined up against the wall with curtains hanging around them, various
pieces of monitoring equipment were stood on trolleys waiting. The both
noticed the two pieces of equipment that were distinctly out of place.
Large cylinders with metal caps where stood on their end, one was filled
with the strange neon blue liquid and had several pieces of equipment
fastened to it and people monitoring. Floating inside was Nathan, a mask
over his face and nose.
"What are you doing to him?" Jessica screamed as her friends head
twitched.
"Trying to stave off brain death." a man in a white coat answered.
"Doctor," Nanaia warned, "they just saw their friend here take a chunk of
HVR sharpnel, these aren't grunts."
The man finally looked around, "I do apologise," he sounded a little
friendlier, "your friends body is," he paused and searched for a word,
"injured. The damage to his chest is quite extensive and most of his
major organs are either damaged or destroyed." He looked at them, "He's
going to be fine." The machine chirped and he glanced at it, "Interface
is up and stable, it's up to Sharon." He looked at the woman, "Commander
if you'll excuse me this is going to take quite a while just to get him
fully stabilised."
Nanaia nodded, "Ok you two," they looked pale but she saw their eyes more
to her, "you heard the Doc. Time to go and get something to eat." With
some cajoling she managed to get them in to the mess hall and delivered a
bowl of Jelly Babies with three mugs of steaming dark liquid. "The sugar
will help with the shock." she explained.
"All these years," she mused with a stretch, "and I'm still a caffine
fiend." She left them alone whilst she refilled her mug.
Jessica looked at William, "Who is she? What's going on?" Colour was
slowly returning to her face, "What do they want from us?" she whispered.
"I think she's Nanaia Hernandez" William shrugged, "The name doesn't ring
any bells but then I've never heard of the Foundation either." He looked
around the older woman was still busy fighting the coffee machine, "I
don't think they want anything," Jessica shot him a look of disbelief,
"really, I think we've seen something we're not supposed to of and they
don't know how to respond. I think she's on the level, something bads
happened and they're trying to help."
Jessica shook her head, "But I've heard about groups that kidnap MORFS
survivors... and do things to them," she shuddered, "what are they doing
to Nathan?"
William patted her shoulder, "We're not exactly special are we? I've
never caught it, you've got some feline and Nathan's got wings and can
fly. It's not like we can fire energy bolts from our hands or anything
is it?"
Two fresh mugs appeared, "You should listen to your friend Jessica is
it?" Nanaia sat down, "To answer your questions: I am Commander Nanaia
Hernandez of the Foundation, technically Foundation Defence Force or FDF
for short but why split hairs?" she smiled, "What's going on is exactly
as you've seen. You three were caught in the middle of a live fire
exercise and your friend has been injured, we're fixing him up." She
paused and took a deep breath, "What I want from you is kind of tricky."
"Tricky?" Jessica asked quietly.
Nanaia nodded, "You've already figured out we're a rather hidden group of
people. Yes, usually seeing me is the last thing you'll see and it
usually means it's a big job to boot; but whilst we're mercenary and for
hire we do have rules. No innocents, no civilians." She sighed, "Which
is the tricky bit, we've not been in this situation before I mean you
three have parents right? I mean your not orphan runaways who won't be
missed right?"
"We're just out her camping for a few days, our parents will get worried
if we're not back by then." William answered flatly.
"I couldn't be that lucky," Nanaia sighed, "you see the tricky bit I
assume." Their blank looks said it all, "It'll take longer than a few
days for your friend to recover. So I need to engineer a solution to
keep your parents satisfied and away from other groups."
Jessica looked at her, "Can I ask another question?" Nanaia nodded her
consent, "What are you?"
Nanaia blinked a few times, "You're rather direct aren't you?" She
looked at her, "I am... complex."
Jessica frowned, "It can't be that difficult," she stared intently at the
old woman, "I mean you must have caught MORFS at some point, I guess you
were one of the first. All I'm asking is what your powers are."
"I," she sighed, "I never caught MORFS. By the time those lunatics
released it I was long past puberty, but it's nice to know I look younger
than I am."
"That's impossible," William stated, "I mean how else could you do what
we saw?"
"Complex." she reminded them, "If you want to pidgin hole me," she looked
through the terms she'd seen in the reports, "energy elemental?" She
shrugged, "Well it's close enough. If it helps think of me as that."
"But you're not," Jessica said flatly, "so if you never morf'd what are
you?"
"I'm the original freak," Nanaia smiled coldly, "Homo Atlantean, Tower
angel, I've been called various things over the years including queen
bitch. But I am not and never have been one to catch bio-engineered
aliments." Mysteriously she cocked her head to one side as though
listening intently, "Ok," she nodded and stood up, "I'm afraid I need to
leave you for a little while, something requires my physical presence.
Help yourself to anything you want but please, don't wander around."
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The two sat looking at each other for a second or two, "I'm not sure I
trust her." Jessica said quietly, "She can't be telling the truth."
William nodded but remained silent, he couldn't see the sense in her tale
either. The only people with powers were MORFS survivors, he remembered
something from the dim and distant past that had quickly been taught in
history; super soldiers... he dismissed it as a possibility, the programs
had been closed down and any produced would be long dead. He tossed the
word 'Atlantean' around his head, "Did you hear how she described
herself?"
"Queen bitch," Jessica nodded, "appropriate."
"No not that," he scowled at her, "the Homo Atlantean thing."
"Yeah, I thought Atlantis when I first heard it but... come on." Jessica
forced a laugh.
"Problem?" A man had appeared next to them, he was wearing the same sort
of clothes as everyone else they'd seen, black boots; trousers and shirt.
William looked at the man, he couldn't place it but something seemed off
about him almost too perfect, "We were just talking about what Nanaia
said," William looked at him, "she said she'd be back soon."
"The Commanders heritage is a matter of record," he smiled, "although a
little hard to believe."
"How do you know that?" It was Jessica's turn to pump for information.
The soldier sat down, "Because until I caught MORFS I was a spotty, coke
bottle wearing nerd."
"How'd you end up with these people?" Jessica asked quietly. 'Did he just
change his appearance when he said nerd?' she thought, but dismissed it,
shape shifters were possible but not a common mutation.
"How'd you end up with cat ears dear? I am," he smiled, "one of the
Commanders little annoyances."
"How do you mean 'annoyance'?" William looked at the man and couldn't see
it.
"MORFS delivered with it the genetic sequence of Homo Superior, a hybrid
of Atlantean and Human DNA." The man shrugged, "could of been worse I
guess. But the downside was, as I'd never tested positive nobody was
there to catch me when I awakened. Hey," he smiled, "it could of been
worse, no sex change."
"Awakened?" William asked, "Seems an odd term."
The man nodded, "The genetics don't guarantee anything, think of it as an
engine. Awakening is the subconscious turning the key. In my case, I
ended up a Void Angel," he saw their confusion, "Yeah freaky terms, I had
that aplenty when the Foundation caught up with me. Think of it as a Bio
elemental on steroids; with the right training and skill I can manipulate
my body on a cellular level," he looked embarrassed, "which is how the
Foundation caught up with me."
William looked at the man, nothing about him suggested his previous life
in a few of the gender swaps he'd seen you could often pick up a sign of
the former self in there; this man sat with an air of supreme confidence
and power nothing suggested he'd ever been something else. It didn't
help him believe the mans tale, "Go on then," he said flatly, "how'd they
catch you?"
The voider shrugged, "You know when you go to the MORFS centre and they
usually get a telepath to poke around in your head?" Jessica nodded,
"Well the shape of a persons body dictates how it wants to act and puts
pressure on the mind to conform," he smiled, "strange sounding I know but
the telepath poked a few things that I wasn't trained to handle and
well." He put his arm on the table, slowly it grew larger and more
muscular, finger nails became razor sharp looking talons, "If I let the
change continue it would be impressive, but at that time in my life
utterly uncontrollable. Before the soldiers appeared and shot me full of
enough sedatives to put a city under I'd done a lot of harm."
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