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To Be Human; for Passion
Topic Started: Mar 21 2010, 05:11 PM (172 Views)
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Rayne Reynolds glanced down at his right hand and sneered at the slight glint of metal that shone just beneath the surface of his skin. It was stronger than steel, but had a flexibility that no other metal ever had, and Rayne didn't even know what it was called. It was some special metal alloy that had been developed by The Culture and kept as a closely guarded secret lest the humans find out about it and use it to their own advantage.

At that thought, the dark-haired human scoffed. As if they had any place where they could prepare such a metal, even if they did have access to the recipe.

Even though he had long since covered the reminding scars with the deep, dark ink of tattoos, he could still feel the raised, ropey tissue with his fingertips. Normally, the Cy-En's would repair the damage they'd done after their surgeries and enhancements were completed. Of course, Rayne had been rescued before such a restorative procedure could take place, so he still bore the scars of his enhancement.

The Skyrider Captain didn't have to look into a mirror to know what his eyes looked like - one a deep, pretty blue, surrounded by long, thick eyelashes and topped by the dark, dominant slash of an eyebrow; and the other, though still with a hint of that deep blue, was mostly a bright unnatural orange that could pierce through any man and also gave him the added advantage of being able to see clearly at night.

Rayne very rarely looked in mirrors, preferring to forget his appearance for the short while he was able to.

Hearing his name called out from across the field and blinking his eyes slightly to bring himself back to the present, Rayne looked up and met the brown gaze of his First in Command, Ian. Giving a slight nod, he watched as the brawny brunette climbed into his adapted hovercraft and rode swiftly and silently away to scout the perimeter of their makeshift garden. The human survivors had created a sort of haven far beneath the surface of the earth, but they had not yet been able to create a true hydroponic bay that would allow them to grow all the fruits and vegetables they needed safely below ground.

Instead, they still had to use the power of the sun, and had created a large plot within the relative safety of a network of above-ground craves. The caves provided relative shelter from any Cy-En search parties, while the open roof of the natural caverns allowed the sunlight to filter in and feed their plants.

Rayne cast a critical eye over the motley group of men, women, and children who were currently tending their garden, keeping one ear cocked for the call of his First in Command that could mean a potential raiding party or even an attack.
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Among the many 'gardeners' was a man who was in fact a year or two older than their captain. A lanky fellow by the name of Lutan. In his younger days he had been quite the optimistic youth. But in the years since his loss, he'd become quite the withdrawn member of their small society. It did not mean he did not help when the time came for it. He pulled his weight around their small underground colony. Just kept to himself about it. He barely spoke these days. And the youthful optimistic light in his eyes had died out years ago.

He had a basket in his arms. Although he strove to be strong, he also did not see himself being above helping the others with harvesting their fruits and vegetables. Besides, it was too dangerous of a chore to trust to the meek amongst them. His basket for the moment was being filled with strawberries. He looked upon the lush red fruit and his brows furrowed. Needless to say, he was regretting picking these. Orix's favorite fruit. Strawberries...

Although the many men and women up there harvesting the fruit knew there was danger in their task, it had been quite a long time since anything bad had happened. No raids in a good couple months. Times of peace like this were bad though for the group. It made them put their guards down at the worst time. Though thankfully their captain seemed as aware as ever. Then again he of all of them knew better than to be laid back during a moment of harvest. After what had happened to him... He knew first hand the horrors that occurred when a harvest went horribly wrong.

The workers though were finishing up their chores and their baskets were full. It was about time to head back down, below the ground. Lutan was hesitant, as he looked up to the sky above them. It was a bit bright, but he squinted, and soaked up the feel of the sun. A luxury that their kind did not get to have often with how things were.

As they began their journey back below, there came a loud explosive sound that echoed through the caves. Lutan's eyes jolted to the side, as his brown eyes widened. Down the way, there was a raid of CyEn, hurrying down one of the long cave tunnels. Weapons in hand, firing at will. Although their main objective was to take in as many humans as they could alive, it did not make them above killing them if necessary. Lutan's heart sunk into his stomach as a sick feeling threatened to make him harf up his breakfast. The baskets of the many harvesters fell to the floor in shock. Some began to panic, other's drew out their own weapons as they prepared to fight.

At the head of the raiding oup was a rather tall fellow. He had a strong silhouette, and wild hair splaying out around him. His eyes, like the rest of his band, glowed red in the darkness of the cavern. He seemed to be the leader, judging by the fact he was at the head of the group.

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Rayne continued on his rounds around the small garden, his modified rifle clutched in both hands, vivid gaze like a laser on anyone it landed on.

He heard the sound of quick approaching footsteps down one of the outer cave halls, and immediately braced himself in front of it. It was Ian, running for all he was worth, his face flushed and sweaty. That in itself wouldn't have been unusual as it was a warm day and they were all flushed and sweaty; but the the thin line of blood trekking it's way down Ian's eyebrow from a cut on his forehead drew Rayne's gaze like a hawk. Before his Second had even reached him, the Captain was already spinning around, just as the sound of a deafening explosion reached them.

"Damn it!" Rayne swore quietly, then swiftly and silently made his way around the perimeter of their garden to give his men their orders. He was dismayed to see the dropped and trampled fruits and vegetables, but he also understood that fear could sometimes override all rational thought.

He had firsthand knowledge of that, after all.

Approaching one of his Sky Riders, Rayne gripped the man's arm and hauled him around to face him. He was relieved to see that the frightened, wild-eyed look that possessed so many of their kind at the mention of the Cy-En had not taken possession of this man yet.

"Get as many of them underground as you can. Go swiftly and silently, and use one of the outer tunnels. The Cy-En will never find their way in past that maze. We'll stay up here and hold them off until you can get to the rest of the Sky Riders and send them up. Go! Go!"

The man did as his captain ordered and began to quickly and quietly round up the frightened refugees, leading them down into one of the cave tunnels and out of sight. It wasn't long before it was just Rayne, Ian, a handful of Sky Riders, and the approaching Cy-En.

"Just a few more feet," the Captain thought to himself, mentally calculating where the invaders were in relation to where his own men would emerge from the tunnels. As if on cue, just as the Cy-En were passing the first set of hidden tunnels, about half of Rayne's Sky Riders poured up and out, effectively boxing the 'aliens' between them, as the rest of the Sky Riders poured up and out and ranged themselves behind Rayne and Ian.

The now numbered 2 to 1 in the Sky Riders favor, and Rayne couldn't help the grin that broke over his features.

As long as they could keep the battle contained within their little garden, there was no one to help these Cy-En now.
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The younger members of the harvesting party were quickly hurried on under ground, like the rodents that their society had become. Underground meant safety from those who threatened them. The children were hushed and those who were panicking had their mouths covered to silence them as they made their escape. Some of the vegetables and fruit were saved. Others were trampled in the hurry to escape.

Lutan had managed to gain some of his own consciousness. He ushered those who were urged below. His eyes had lifted, to watch their strong captain and those who were staying behind. Once the others had safely gotten below, he quickly yanked a pistol from his side and his hands tightened around the weapon. His heart was pounding in his chest, as anger for those who had taken away not only his adoptive parents but his lover all those years ago reared its ugly head. Today felt like a good day to seek revenge...

There were only maybe a dozen CyEn in that particular raiding party. It did not take many of them to make up quite the powerful army, normally. Their strong unnatural bodies and abilities made a single CyEn quite the force to be dealt with.

Little did the raiding party know that they were going to be surrounded. They all skidded to a stop, as the cybernetically enhanced humans looked around at the Sky Riders that surrounded them. Their leader, the tall, auburn haired fellow, looked around with a less than worried expression. Maybe the overconfidence came out thanks to their enhanced bodies, but their leader like the rest of them seemed to believe they could handle the odds which had suddenly turned against them.

Not one for negotiations, the leader lifted his gun, and with one shrill shot, he pecked off one of the nearby Sky Riders with a shot to the shoulder. His party followed suit, as they began their attack on the humans. Gun shots, punches, brawling and stabbing commenced...

Lutan's eyes widened as the CyEn began their attack, and his eyes flicked to their Captain, although their was not much time to make a decision. He cocked his gun, and when he found one of the CyEn heading for him, he let out his first bullets.

The Captain himself found himself face to face with the auburn haired leader. His green eyes burned red as he surprisingly put his gun back in its holster, and he reeled back his right arm and landed a hard punch to the Captain's stomach, sending him flying across the space and into one of the nearby cave walls. He stalked after him, strong and broad shouldered silhouette stark against the chaos around them.
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Rayne was relieved to see the last of his refugees heading down the cave tunnels and out of sigh, effectively shielding both the people and their colony from the all-seeing gaze of the attacking CyEn. Secure in the knowledge that he'd kept his people safe, the captain turned his attention back to the raiding party and jumped slightly at the reverberating sound of a gunshot, his gaze quickly finding the Sky Rider who'd been shot in the shoulder. He watched with partial attention as the man picked himself up and ranged himself beside his fellow warriors, his weapon gripped in the opposite hand as blood coursed freely over his arm from the wound in his shoulder.

Pride for his team suffused Rayne's body, and he met the tall auburn haired fellow squarely, grunting first at the harsh impact of CyEn metal against the firm muscles of his stomach, then grunting again as his back forcefully met the unyielding wall of the cavern. He landed gracelessly in the dirt and found his mouth full of dust and blood.

Standing, a spat a mouthful of the foul mixture at his feet, and cocking his head, waited for the CyEn leader to approach him once again. This time, he pulled his own right arm back and launched his cybernetally enhanced fist into his attacker's stomach, sending the auburn haired man skidding backwards several steps before he could recover.

Having dropped his modified rifle when he was hit, Rayne made due with what he had, and, launching himself at the CyEn, tackled the man in a sort of bear hug in an attempt to immobilize him and/or get his weapon away from him.
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The attacking leader was soley focused on the Captain in front of him. Seems he'd picked out that he was indeed the 'leader of the pack', and thus was focusing all his efforts on taking him down. Not to kill... but to weaken and possibly knock unconscious. After all, CyEn hardly wanted to kill all the natural humans. Though they would harm them as necessary to take their half wounded and unconscious forms back to the city to be properly processed, into more of their own.

Flinching just faintly, the CyEn leader stumbled back a few steps before catching himself. His head lifted, as his infused eyes seemed to flicker red. He let out a grunt as the broad Captain tackled him into the dirt. He let out a snarling sound, as he threw punches, attempted to elbow him when he could. He landed a few nasty hits to Rayne's face, likely to be bruised and bloody by the end of this... whatever this outcome would be. They rolled around in the dust and dirty, kicking up quite the nasty amount of cough inducing clouds.

The chaos around them was deafening. People yelling. Guns going off. Growling and grunting. It was all echoing and enhanced as it reverberated through the cave. A few overhanging stalactites came toppling down and ended up crushing a few of the CyEn group.

Though thanks to the odds being in their favor, the Sky Raiders found themselves picking off the CyEn invaders one by one. A proper few shots through their mechanical hearts, and another through the eyes rendered the lot of them dead. The hard part was getting those shots placed correctly without getting one's face punched in.

Lutan was panting. He had a nasty shot to his leg, which caused him to wince, plus a slash to his cheek right beneath his eye. He kicked at the dead body of a CyEn he'd been tousling with, when he looked about to see his fellow Raiders were similarly 'finished' with their duels. Dead CyEn were scattered about the cave. That only left one skirmish still going on... that dust cloud happening over yonder.

The CyEn leader had just had his cheek shoved into the dirt, when he seemed to stiffen as his eyes focused on all his fallen brethren. His eyes actually widened, for a split moment. He was alone. Every muscle and bone in his body tightened... and perhaps to the Captain's surprise, he'd stopped fighting... too stunned to actually continue.

A few of the other Sky Raiders team looked over the strange sight, then looked to their Captain. "The rest have been deactivated, Captain," one of the men informed. Deactivated... it was easier to say and take. They hadn't killed these CyEn, they were nothing but nearly machines now. They'd been deactivated... not killed, despite the actions to kill a CyEn or kill a human were virtually the same...
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Head ringing, vision clouded with dust and blood, and his ears filled with the roaring sounds of the battle that raged on around them, Rayne was literally fighting for his life. He could feel each breath that he managed to drag in through parched lips scorch his throat on the way to his lungs, and every sound seemed magnified.

His lip was split and swollen, torn open by a fierce punch from the auburn-haired CyEn, and he could already feel one of his eyes swelling shut from another vicious blow to the side of his head. Or maybe that had happened when he'd been thrown into the cavern wall. Either way, it hurt like a bitch, and the sweat and dirt that were mixing together and running in dirty rivets down his face and into the shallow scrapes and cuts that littered his countenance were most unpleasant.

Grappling for some sort of purchase on the CyEn's strong body, Rayne was almost surprised to find that he'd managed to pin the auburn-haired male down into the dust and was just pressing his opponents cheek to the floor of the cavern when he felt the man beneath him go suddenly limp.

Shocked for a moment, he raised his gaze briefly and discovered that the fight was all but over, the CyEn attackers having been either subdued or killed and were lying scattered over the cavern floor in the dust.

Wanting to take no chances, the Captain pulled back his Cybernetically Enhanced right arm, then smashed his closed fist into the auburn-haired CyEn's skull with enough force to render him unconscious.

Panting harshly, Rayne climbed to his feet and gestured down towards the CyEn at his feet. "Take him below and lock him in one of the basement cells." Turning to his Sky Riders, he raised his voice and commanded, "Those of you with shallow and/or surface wounds, help those who have been wounded more grievously. Go see Doc and have yourselves patched up. You fought admirably, and I thank you. If there are any among you who have no injuries, or who feel you can wait about an hour for treatment, I would appreciate help in rounding up the dead. The bodies need to be disposed of."
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Still in a bit of shock at the situation at hand, the CyEn leader suddenly found his vision rendered black... and then there was nothing. Perhaps he was dead now too... Was this what death was like? Nothingness? ... Like sleep?

Lutan hurried over with a few of the others as they picked up the unconscious CyEn... though he paused in his actions as he looked over the face of the CyEn leader. His brows furrowed a bit. The stranger's face was bruised about as badly as their Captain's, and yet he still... seemed quite familiar. Lutan shook his head to himself, then went about helping to pick up the dead weight and cart him underground.

The others who had been battling valiantly quickly went out carrying their Captain's orders. Those who had suffered less injuries helped the wounded into the bowels of the Earth below. Some of them hobbled from bullet wounds in their limbs. Others were bleeding profusely. But surprisingly none of them seemed fatally wounded. Likely one of their most successful battles in a long while, compared to other massacres.

Lutan helped deliver their captive to the basement cells. Reinforced metal, that even a CyEn couldn't break free. They laid the unconscious soldier on the floor of one of the cells, then went about locking the door. The others who had helped carry him down walked off, but Lutan lingered. He wrapped his hands about the bars, as his eyes drifted up and down the length of the unconscious CyEn.

His chest felt tight in the presence of this man. But why? ... He swallowed thickly, then forced himself to turn and head back. He'd need to see Doc about getting the few nicks he'd taken patched up properly...
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Rayne remained above ground with several of his soldiers, piling the bodies of the CyEn together to be drug below the surface and disposed of in the boiling stream of water that rushed past their cavernous sanctuary and heated their bathing pools. The work was grueling, tiring, and dirty, and more than once he had to fight down nausea at the gory reminder of what men could do to each other in the heat of battle. Finally, though, the last CyEn soldier had been pushed into the rushing water and carried away, further downstream, to perhaps wash up on shore somewhere or to feed the carnivorous fish life that thrived in such warm waters.

Swiping his forearm over the sweat that trickled from the various small wounds littering his forehead, Rayne hissed and cursed soundly as the salt of his sweat dug deeply into a fresh wound and stung like fire beneath his skin. Still, he wasn't nearly as badly off as some of his men, and he decided to soak his hurts away in the bathing pools rather than going to see Doc. The man would have enough on his hands, patching up bullet holes and knife wounds.

Allowing himself a few brief moments of rest, the Captain enjoyed his soak and made certain to thoroughly wash the blood, dust, and sweat from his body, in addition to cleaning the fresh injuries that still seeped blood from time to time. Finally, he admitted to himself that he would have to get the worst of the wounds taped up if he didn't want to catch an infection.

When he heard the approaching sound of footsteps, Rayne reluctantly hauled himself from the warm, soothing water and dressed quietly - used to the lack of privacy in such quarters and unmindful in the least of the appreciative gazes that he knew lingered on him from both men and women alike.

Dressed once more, his dark hair combed back from his forehead to curl slightly in the humidity, the Captain inclined his head politely at his audience, then quit the room, leaving those who had interrupted his bath in peace.

Clean, and smelling faintly of the soap he'd used to wash himself, Rayne made his way to Doc's lair and helped himself to gauze and ointment; cleaning and covering the worst of his small injuries. While he was there, he noticed one of the civilians that had helped in the battle that day sitting on one of the benches and having a bullet wound in his leg tended. Searching his memory for a name, he came forward to greet the man.

"Lutan," he said quietly, his voice hesitant. "I thank you for your help today. I hate to ask yet more of you, but would you, by any chance, be willing to help with guard duty on our new prisoner? I'm short handed as it is, and I need a few men who are able and willing to help. I can make up a watch schedule as well so it won't interfere with whatever other duties you may have." Clapping a large hand to the man's shoulder, he offered an easy smile. "Think about it, and let me know."

With a quick nod, Rayne let himself out of Doc's work space and headed down into the deepest bowels of their underground prison, where their CyEn captive had been taken. On his way, he stopped for a bucket of warm water, several clean cloths, bandages, his gun, and a change of clothes. He had to make three trips to carry everything he wanted, but he finally had it all and, silently, he let himself into the CyEn's cell.

He didn't know if the man was awake yet or not, but he figured he'd better cover his bases. Before he moved, he pointed his gun at the soldier's head and murmured, "I don't know if you're awake yet or not. But if you can hear me, listen well. I intend to clean what wounds you have and make you as comfortable as I can, but if you make one threatening move, I will shoot you."

He waited for a moment to see if he would get a response, and when none was immediately forthcoming, he came forward slowly, his gun clutched in his enhanced right hand, and the bucket of water in his left. Several cloths were draped over the edge, ready for use.

After he'd set everything down, Rayne sat himself down next to his captive and, reaching out slowly, gently pushed the auburn hair away from the CyEn's face to better gauge the extent of his injuries. Once he had an idea, he dipped a cloth into the water, wrung it out, then proceeded to quickly and efficiently clean the other man's wounds.

He was silent as he worked, his brow furrowed slightly, his oddly mismatched eyes completely focused on his task.
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Since leaving the oddly familiar prisoner down in the depths of their jail, Lutan had made his way to Doc's to be properly treated. The last thing he needed was his wounds becoming infected. That would only make everything worse. He flinched as Doc went about digging the bullet from his flesh. Although the area had been numbed, Doc had been running low on medical supplies, thus he had to spread everything a little thin with everyone, including a little less pain killer than required. Lutan didn't complain though, as he'd kept his eyes adverted from what was going on with his leg.

His attention was quickly taken as their Captain's voice beckoned to him. His head lifted, tired eyes soon resting on the broad shouldered and dark haired man before him. He was a bit surprised to have their Captain addressing him, but he quickly nodded his head. "It was no trouble," he informed. Okay maybe it was a trouble, but it was part of their life: dealing with CyEn attacks and all. And this was hardly the first bullet wound he'd had tended to before. Though he blinked twice in curiosity as Rayne informed him that he required more of his help, if he would be willing to offer. He jolted from the large hand soon hitting him on the shoulder in a friendly fashion.

"... I shall. Thank you for the offer." He informed. Help guard the prisoner huh? ... He watched Rayne go, then glanced down to the Doc who was busy bandaging up his leg. He cleared his throat, as his brows furrowed a bit. He should help. Besides... maybe he could ask the prisoner a few choice questions while he was on watch...

Meanwhile, down in the cell, their captive had not moved an inch from the position he'd been tossed into. He was like a lump of mechanized flesh, laying on the cold stone ground. His shaggy hair haloed his head and fell across his face, hiding his eyes from sight. Though surprisingly as the cell door creaked open, so did his eyes. Or perhaps it was the fact he sensed a familiar presence. The Captain who he had been fighting.

None the less, the CyEn didn't move. He remained still, as he heard the warning as well as the approaching footsteps. As his hair was brushed back, the Captain would find the other man's eyes were closed. But his breathing was slow. So he might have appeared to be asleep. He had a few bruises here and there, but for the most part he wasn't too bad off. Enhanced healing abilities likely had already begun to kick in to fix him up. The worst of his bruises seemed to be along his stomach where Rayne had landed a nasty blow earlier that day. Though Orix found the pain was pretty much ignorable and already waning.

But now... what was the best path to take? This man threatened to shoot him if he behaved in a threatening manner. Did escaping count as threatening? Should he try to over power him? He was in this alone. And... was likely in the nest of these human ingrates, surrounded and out numbered. If he screwed up now he'd likely either be killed or they'd up his security, making things even more difficult if he were to try again.

Slowly his own red tinted eyes opened, and when Rayne next glanced to the CyEn warrior's face, he'd see those eyes wide open and watching him silently.
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Settling himself as comfortably as he could beside the CyEn prisoner, Rayne dipped his rag into the warm water and began to bathe away the blood and dust that coated the other man's wounds. None of his injuries seemed very extensive; mostly bruises and shallow scrapes, but the Captain did what he could for them by spreading a thin layer of ointment over the scrapes and cuts, and wrapping a bandage tightly around the soldier's bruised midsection to hold everything in place in case he'd managed to crack some ribs.

When he finally sat back, considering his job done, Rayne raked his gaze over the CyEn's prone form and wasn't surprised to find the other male's eyes open and on him.

Returning the unapologetic gaze, the Captain studied his captive for several long moments, noting the similarities in their enhancements and the differences in their bodies. His own form was broad and stocky, muscles packed tightly onto his frame; while this fellow was taller than he and carried his muscle evenly across his body.

Finally, bringing his mismatched gaze back to meet the CyEn's eyes, Rayne murmured, "So, you're awake. Good." Rising fluidly, he picked up the change of clothes he'd brought with him and set them down on the floor by his captive.

Gesturing to them, he explained, "This is the garb my people wear. Unless you'd rather I killed you here and now, you will wear it, and you will be a functioning member of this colony; albeit under constant watch. In return, you will be fed and and allowed to bathe, and if, in time, you somehow manage to prove yourself loyal and worthy, you may be granted a residence within our colony. For now, you will stay here, behind bars, with a guard to watch over you."

Standing as he was, stern gaze unforgiving, powerful legs spread and muscled arms crossed in a stance of ruthlessly controlled agitation, Rayne asked, "Do you have any questions? You may speak freely, but remember that as a prisoner, your life is in my hands."
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The prisoner's own gaze never waned as he looked upon the other man. He took in the look of him silently. Upon closer inspection (and when not in the midst of battle) he could ... tell that this man had some similar enhancements to himself. His brows tweaked just a tad, in mild confusion. If he was at least part CyEn, then why in the world was he helping the humans?

Even after he was told to get dressed, the CyEn commander took a moment or two to lay there a while more. Though eventually he began to shift, and then soon pushed himself into a sitting position. He remained ever quiet as the Captain kept his eyes upon him. Though finally he reached over to take the clean clothes. He rose to his feet, and took a moment to observe the crude fabric in his hand. Looks like it was perhaps hand made. The people down here didn't exactly have all that much to help them make clothing, unlike those in the CyEn colonies.

His gaze lifted back to the Captain, though his hands were busy tugging his own shirt over his head. He dropped it to the side, to reveal his upper body fully. Except for the new bandages around his middle anyway. Strong arms, a broad chest. All firm muscle, with that line sheen to his flesh informing the Captain just how deep all of his CyEn enhancements ran. His gaze remained on Rayne, while he yanked the new shirt over his head. His belt and pants soon followed, and pooled around his feet.

Shameless, he seemed, as he stood there with his lower body bared. Needless to say, his physical frame was not making up for any lack he had. He was equally impressive between his thighs. He picked up the new pants and stepped into each leg one by one, then pulled them on up his body.

Fully dressed, he still hadn't spoken a word to the Captain standing before him. He eyed him a moment more, before he did finally open his mouth.

"... Why are you helping them?" he spoke, his voice collected, tone restrained. "... You have some enhancements... What are you doing here, helping these mongrels?" he asked with a rather chilling tone.
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