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Through Your Hoops; Rebirth 2/3
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Tobias Hawke awoke slowly, his body feeling heavy and sluggish, his limbs hanging like dead weights as he came to realise that he was being suspended in mid air some how. The muscles running down his arms ached, as if they'd been tensed for an eternity, and his head felt as if a white hot poker had been plunged straight through it.

At first it was just bright white light and a piercing ringing in his ears, but the gunslingers senses did not betray him for long. Slowly blurry shadows came into sight, the distant, echoed sounds of footsteps drowning out the loud buzz. Hushed voices to his right, an odd bubbling sound to his left. The constant, slowing beep which Tobias was quick to identify as his own heartbeat. His life force.

The room around Tobias faded in, small and cramped and filled with high tech gizmos and machinery. There was a single door, towards which the gunslinger was facing, and half a dozen or so boots on the metal flooring. 'Doctors' - that was his first thought. Some men, some women, all dressed in identical white coats and name tags. The tags, however, only had numbers on them - there for a 734, an attractive young lady tagged as 343, and an older man by the door tagged as 022 - it didn't take long for the 'Doctor' in Hawke's head to be replaced by 'Scientist'. But what did that make him?

"That was another good run." The speaker was the oldest man, 022, and he was smiling towards one of his young colleagues. "Not the best, but we're definitely getting that frequency up." None of them in the room had taken note that Tobias was now awake.

Tobias himself, sore and still somewhat cloudy, was hanging from two tight material straps that came from the roof. His arms were firmly locked into place by the wrists. Similar bindings held his feet several feet off the ground, the tightness of the straps holding him suspended in the middle of the room. His bare chest was covered with electrodes and small wounds with fresh rivers of blood coming from them. His head felt similar, as he could see something protruding from his forehead.

"Prep for another, up the dose, and try to access the cortex with 200 this time." The older man speaking again as he slowly walked around Tobias, eyes moving from the gunslinger to the chart he held in his hands. Tobias managed a quick glance at the clipboard as the man passed, catching the bold words "Balketh Reymon".
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Escape.

His head pounded as a predator's eyes swept the room, scanning every face, every piece of text he could find, ears devouring every word like burning coals. Nerves in his body began to fire up, pain coursing through him.

Escape.

He could feel the heat of the blood on his body, slithering away. The probes on his chest, and something he didn't dare try to gaze at in his head. A heart rate monitor beeped in his ear, the only indication he was still alive. The brief thought lingered in his mind as to the fate of Tristan and his ship, and the thought that followed was darker still - would he have to keep to his word once he was free from this place?

Escape.

As quietly as he could, Tobias tested his restraints, wriggling his wrists slowly, twisting them about, hoping to use oil and sweat as lubricants. He felt like a caged animal, fear and anger sweeping his mind. They had no right to imprison him like this. No right to have a person bound so.

When he found his chance, when, he would spring. He would find his chance to...

Escape!
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The beeping became louder as Tobias gained full consciousness and it was no surprise to anyone in the room that he was awake. They just continued their work, some working from small tablets before them and others standing behind elevated desks with consoles on them. It was all high tech gear - everywhere were holograms (of what he assumed was his brain, his body) and flashing lights and whirring computers.

"Specialist, are we set?" It was the older, balding man who spoke again, speaking from behind Tobias. He could see a young man in front of him, though, look up to the words. He nodded, tapping away furiously at his console.

"Ten seconds and we can connect the transfusers, sir." His voice made him sound even younger than Tobias had first though, perhaps still a teenager, and he spoke with a tone of confidence and reassurance. Like a top-of-the-class student setting up his presentation. As the young man worked, Tobias could still hear the slow paced footsteps of the older man as he completed his circle around their prisoner - their subject.

The bonds on his wrists were as slippery as he had expected. No doubt the captors expected him to be out cold again before he figured that out. With enough pressure, despite his aching muscles, he would most likely be able to slip his wrists free. A fall would likely follow.

The straps locked to his ankles were hardly as flimsy, though he'd require closer examination before making a call on their durability.
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Ten seconds was all he needed. The young man in front of him would have to do for the moment, and the thought of having no reservations about killing everyone in the room lingered in his minds as he worked his binds further.

He had to try and get out before they started with the transfusers - whatever they were. Wriggling a little further, he scanned the room for any weapons he could find, but would suffice to use his own hands if need be. Expecting his limbs to fail him, he would have to fall onto the young man to capture him.

His ears twitched, and he tried hard to listen for anyone still behind him. The bare chested man would have to consider all his options to even come close to get out alive...

Arching his chest as much as he could, slimming his hands into points with elbows aimed at the young man, Tobias recoiled violently, bucking back and drawing his arms down as hard as he could, attempting to either slip free, or break out. One or the other. He knew his feet would remain bound for the moment, but that wouldn't matter - human hostages gave time.

"RRAAGGHH!"
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Toby's body flew out of the bonds and, as he recoiled violently forwards, rocketed straight towards the young man. Immediately, before he even landed, the other occupants of the room started yelling out. At first Hawke thought it was due to his sudden movement, but he quickly picked up on the truth of the matter - not only was he free, but the bonds holding his feet to the floor had snapped.

As he landed on top of the young 'Specialist', pinning him to the ground under his intense weight will ease, Toby managed a quick look over his shoulder. The bonds that had held him suspended by his feet, made from some kind of leather or fabric as well as metal, had snapped in two. Remnants remained attached to his ankles, but the man was free. How he could have possibly snapped them with such ease was unknown - he was strong, as he'd learned the day earlier on Persephone, but this was something else. He'd snapped out of metal.

The people around the room were either trying to hide behind their consoles or running towards the door, yelling at one another to move and seemingly ignoring the young man Tobias had targeted - it was as if their colleague was already dead. The young 'Specialist', once he was knocked to the ground by Tobias, simply cowered and tried crawling his way across the room, away from the escapee.

As they ran, panicked, Tobias was caught off guard as he stabilised himself against the cold metal floor of the room. The blood on his chest was still warm, his pants of plain, thin blue fabric. the kind a patient or a prisoner might wear. His feet were bare. What caught him off guard, however, was his arm. His left arm.

It was there before him, touching the cold metal floor to help counter his crash to the ground, and it was flesh and bone.
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Again, the floor rushed up to meet him, but this time, he grinned, lunging on top of the poor soul below. He clashed with the floor, somewhat surprised the lad couldn't bear him. Well, perhaps he expected a little much...

Without a second to think about his sudden and complete freedom, Tobias lashed a hand out and wrapped it around the ankle of the young man crawling away from him. As his eyes laid on the pale flesh of his left arm, they went wide.

With a vicious snarl, he dragged the lad back to him, raising to a knee rapidly as he pulled, then up to the balls of his feet as quickly as possible. He grabbed frantically at the back of the young man's coat, trying to get a handful of his shirt as well, to reef him up into a chokehold.

"NOBODY MOVE GORRAMNIT!"
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The young Specialist, name badged as 572, whimpered as quietly as possible once Tobias had hold of him, as if accepting his fate. The rest of the lab rats bolted out the door as Tobias screamed out, none of them seeming to care that he had escaped and now held one of their colleagues as a hostage. After he had yelled, silence fell across the sterile room. The only sound was a dull beeping coming from the heartrate monitor - a machine Toby was still hooked to, only barely - and the heavy breathing coming from the young man he held.

"Please... please don't..." It was a young ladies voice and she held her hands high as she slowly rose from behind one of the consoles on the opposite side of the room to Tobias. The door was between them. She was the one, 343, which to old man had spoken to originally. Tears, silent, were running down her face as she pleaded for her life. She was young, in her late twenties, and quite short. Short blonde hair cropped a pretty face, makeup running down her cheeks.
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Holding 572 steadfast, Tobias started shuffling toward the door., watching as the rest of the cowards ran from the room. A young woman rose slowly, and Tobias jumped, squeezing the young man in the crook of his elbow tighter. He kept part of his attention on his arm, wary of his unchecked strength now. A flickered gaze went back to the bonds he had broken from, never more than a second off the woman who had appeared. All he saw was sheared metal.

Turning back, he continued to shuffle to the door.

"SHUT UP!" He boomed as the woman stammered. He attempted to reach the door, and hopefully poke a head out, to see if any guard were approaching. Unless he could disarm one, or find a weapon, 572 would be his body armour for the moment.

Looking back at the horrified woman, so pathetic and frightened of him, Tobias redoubled his grip on the lad, as if to confirm to her that his neck was like a twig at the moment, and Tobias was the boot ready to snap it.

"Where's my arm?! How did I do THAT!?" Flicking his head back in the direction of his previous binding, Tobias stared a hole into the woman as he held 572 with one arm, his other waiting free by his side, ready to strike at any moment.

"What the HELL are you monsters DOING to me?!"
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The young man, 572, was shaking ever so slightly as he hung before Tobias like a limp flesh shield. As he raised his voice, the woman whimpered and cowered away from him, further into her small corner of the room. She kept eyeing the door but it was clear she knew there wasn't a chance in hell she could make it to the portal alive.

"Your arm...?" Her voice was a whisper as the young girl, labelled only as 343, tried desperately to put something between her and Tobias. Her eyes darted towards the broken cables which had once held him in place. A prisoner, now freed, like a wild animal released from its cage and on the hunt.

As 343 went to open her mouth again, a loud siren interrupted her. Klaxons on the roof of the small room started spinning, splashing yellow and red light across the lab. Outside the main door a few gunshots were heard. The young girls eyes widened. It was too late.

The double doors leading out of the room burst open and another woman walked in. She was small in stature, tiny compared to Tobias, and had long flowing brown hair. A large chunk of hair on the side of her head, however, had been shaven clean. She was shirtless, save for a bra, and wore the same light blue pants that Toby had found himself in. Her chest and stomach were covered with small incision, miniature rivers of blood running down her body. Just like Tobias.

She held a single handgun by her side.

Without missing a beat the young woman waltzed into the room and blasted a single shot through the head of 343. She'd turned and raised the weapon at Tobias before her first victim hit the ground. The gun was up and primed, the young lady staring down the barrel at Tobias from near the door, but she didn't fire. She looked confused, staring first at him and then at his meat shield.

"The hell is this?" Her voice was soft, sweet, casual - unusually out of place in such a violent environment. Outside, with the alarm still blaring, more gunfire could be heard echoing down hallways.
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"NO DON'T" The first words out of Tobias' mouth were wasted as the woman fired into 343, just as answers were coming. A boiling rage filled the grizzled, bleeding man. He eyed the assailant up and down, and noted the mirrored situation she featured - the cuts, the pants, though she was clearly a step ahead of his own plans.

He snarled at the woman's question, with no care to the gun aimed at him as his grip on the young man eased to one arm. He clearly had no care to use him as a human shield against what he assumed was a fellow prisoner, but this woman had just shot his only source of answers.

"You being a blasted IDIOT is what." He rang out in a gravelly voice. He briefly debated tossing the young man at the woman, letting him take the first few shots as he charged, take the gun from her, and progress out for answers.

That'd risk at least two more lives, though, and get no answers up front.

Tightening his grip on the young scientist's throat, Tobias cut off his blood supply just enough to knock him out.

"Shoot or talk. Don't waste my time. Who're you, and where are we?" The man growled again as he seemed to casually strangle the young man out cold. He really didn't seem to care about the gun leveled at him.
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The woman stood there for a few moments, gun held steady in one hand, facing Tobias. His hostage, the young man who'd now gone silent with fear. The young lady stared straight ahead, eyes locked with the gunslingers, and he could see the cogs in her head ticking over as she considered the situation. Suddenly, without hesitation, she pulled the trigger again.

The bullet slammed into the young mans head and his neck snapped backwards with a crunch. His body went limp. The instant she fired, the young lady then lowered the weapon, eyes still locked on Tobias'.

"You're asking all the right questions. I learned pretty quick, though - these people don't have answers." She reached behind her and pulled a spare clip out from where it was tucked into her pants, releasing the empty one from her gun. It free fell to the floor, clattering against the tiles.

"Who are you?" Alarms were still ringing all around the complex, though the rushed footsteps outside their room were no more.
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Tobias' chest heaved as he waited in silence, the shot having rung out inches from his head. With a glance to the now-deceased young man in his arms, a low growl emanated from his lips as he opened his arm slowly, letting the body fall.

A cascade of blood rippled down his bare shoulder, torrents and rivulets falling between his rocky musculature and his deep, vicious scars all the same.

His eyes edged upward slowly, as the clip hit the floor.

"Poor choice of question."

With a flash of white teeth, Tobias moved like lightning. Sliding bare feet across the floor, he snapped a hand out, grabbing at the top of the empty pistol, his other arm curling inward, forearm rushing forward to meet the woman's throat, an attempt to pin her to the wall in one motion. His strength was calculated, his movement precise, but desperate, like a rabid creature backed into a corner, now on the assault.

His intent wasn't to kill; it was to take ahold of the only weapon - and ammunition source - in the room.

That way, he can start asking his own questions.

Asking them his own way...
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The last time Tobias had been so surprised by someone's actions, their reflexes, it had been his own. This young women, though, was clearly his match.

As he lunged forward, crossing the point of no return, it became evident that she had expected the move. One hand grasped the handgun and she promptly released it from her grip, a sly foot flying up and catching Tobias in the stomach. He was caught dead centre, pushed back a little, but the second hit brought him down. An elbow, with more force than he could ever imagine, slammed into the back of his neck.

He hit the floor with a loud crunch-bang, sure that the tile his chest had hit was now shattered. The empty gun went hurtling across the room, skimming along the tiles, and the young lady made no attempt to follow it. She just stared down at him, hands poised politely behind her back.
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Landing squarely on his chest, all possible air was knocked from Tobias' chest as he shattered the ground below him.

That didn't stop him growling, somehow.

As he gasped for a breath, sliding a hand under his chest to try and pad it from the shattered floor, his gaze rose, and with it, his rage. The massive man stared up the leg of the woman with bloodlust growing in his eyes. He wasn't about to be deterred by some upstart!

Under his chest, his hand plodded around for a piece of tile to grip - it didn't matter what, it just had to be big enough for him to hold. Oh, how angry he grew as his hand searched. As soon as he could get his hand on one, he would strike back - slashing her thigh and rising in one motion. Her head should recoil down, and his skull should meet her jaw...

Should.

The last one didn't go so well either, but at least he'd be armed with something now, armed with edge and rage...
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Only a few seconds, if even that, had passed by the time Toby refocused his breathing and countered the attack, a seven or eight inch triangle of tile held in his hand. The makeshift weapon plunged forward towards the womans leg and she promptly launched off the floor. Her reaction wasn't quite fast enough, though, the friction of his attack and her movement slicing her leg open and splattering Toby's face with blood.

Mid-air, the girl called out in pain, bringing her other leg around in a wide arc as she landed - one foot found the floor, the other found Tobias' head. Again, coupled with the pain of his already throbbing headache, the gunslinger smashed down to the floor, this time on his back. The girl came to a crouch several feet away from him, carefully inspecting her wound.

"You cut me!"
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"Ugh..." Was all he could groan, rolling about meekly on the floor somewhat. For a moment, he simply laid there, head shifting from side to side, trying to gain some semblance of unblurred vision. When it wouldn't come, he knew he had to act with it.

Rising onto his elbows woozily, he kicked a leg up and started to rise, twisting forward and planting both hands on the floor. Blood dripped heavily from his lip, and his head throbbed horrifically.

Not the worst he'd ever been - the thought drifted through his mind, and though it shocked him, it gave him strength enough to suck it up, and rise slowly, the tile clenched in one hand tight.

"You were being..." The increasingly tall man slurred as he rose.

"An idiot." He finished, a foot shifting to help him keep balance.

"Y'shot two of the people workin' on me. Ones who coulda given me answers, y'bloody shazi." He readied his stance for another attack. All of his rage had been put to the wayside to cope with the massive assault he had sustained to the head, and now he focused intently on her speed. He would have to try and counter her for reflexes, not strength and surprise.

"Y'gorram mutouren... Now I gotta try and get through you, find my gear..." Shifting another foot, Tobias was slowly regaining himself, but slowly was the key.

"And try and get out of this damn place with my ass in-tact... Gotta find my arm, too..." Briefly, he gazed at his left hand, out in front of him in a lax combat pose, ready for confrontation.

"So unless y'wanna continue t'be a chunlu," Shaking his head vigorously, the headache only worsened, but it briefly sharpened his vision.

"Get the hell outta my way."

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chunlu = idiot.
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The young girl stared him down, rising to her full posture as he did, and seemingly ignored the trickle of blood coming from her leg wound. she glared at him, raising her fists into a fighting pose before her as he rose up, but was slightly taken aback when he mentioned his arm.

"You hit your head?" He asked, he arms lowering just a little, one eyebrow raised as she looked up and down the perfectly formed arm that he was staring down at.

"Listen... I don't know if you're all there or not. But I gotta keep moving. I was hoping I'd find someone to help me do just that..." She stared across the room at the handgun that had gone flying during their encounter. "Figured searching these other cells was a good call. But I don't know which side you're on." In one hand she still held the full, spare clip, and it became clear she was trying to decide how long it'd take to retrieve the weapon, load it and fire.
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"Don't even think about it." The growl immediately came from Tobias' mouth as he redoubled his ready-stance, rolling his eyes as the woman before locking them down on her.

"My ARM." He shook his left limb at her, shaking his head as if she was as dumb as she'd been acting.

"This ISN'T my proper arm. I have a metal one, and I want it back." All growls and surly today, Tobias straightened up, cracking his neck in the process. His full height was intimidating, to say the least, but it seemed he didn't currently care to slouch.

In a surprise move, the monstrous man idly tossed the shard of tile along the floor, to the woman's feet.

"Hurry up, we're leavin'." Clearly he must have hit his head hard - aside from the assault the woman had dished out to him. He had lost all combat stance, and began striding for the door, bare feet carefully overstepping the shattered tiles. He paused, briefly, staring at a midpoint between the door and the woman.

"Unless you're still bein' a bit slow on the uptake, we're both in the wrong here. I'm escapin', clearly same as you; though fer some reason I doubt you had to do that-" He thumbed back to the sheared metal foot restraints that once held him to the floor.

"Get the gun, I'm going to find mine." He shifted forward a little more, but paused and turned to stare at the strange-haired woman.

"I swear to high heaven, you shoot me, and all yer gonna do piss me off." He growled, turning back to the door. The first time showing his back to the woman, he cracked it by arching sharply, rolling each shoulder as he faced the door, preparing himself mentally for what was to come beyond. His back was a myriad of valleys and lines, scars and gouges all about him. On the larger ones, cross-stitch lines marred each scar where metal plates had once barely held his body together.

Clearly, a bullet wouldn't do much.

Or, at least, it looked that way. After all, he was only human.

Right?...
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The double doors swung outwards with ease and the young girl, having moved towards the weapon the moment Tobias had taken his first step, was only a few short steps behind him. As he'd spoken, moving to the door, the familiar sound of the clip being loaded and the gun cocked met his ears. No gunshot, though. No searing pain in the back of his head. Well, no more than already was. Instead she just watched him head out the door, confused. She followed.

"Ok, ok... you think your arm isn't real?" The words hung in the air as she stepped out into the corridor with Tobias. It was long, sterile, winding. The klaxons on the roof were still flashing and, as the regular lights were now extinguished, the yellow spinning bulbs threw odd shadows this way and that. The alarms, however, had stopped moments before they left the room.

"Your um... your arm? Nevermind..." She looked up at Tobias, a clear foot or more shorter than him. When his eyes connected with her firearm, she gave an innocent smile and made sure to hold it towards the floor. She had a pretty face, no arguing, even with a splattering of blood and sweat.

"This happens to you often then, I take it?" She gestured around them at the long, empty corridor that disappeared in either direction, wincing in pain slightly as she shifted her weight off the damaged leg.

There were doors on either side of the walkway, running in both directions, most of which were wide open like the ones Toby and the girl had just walked through. From a glance, they all looked like holding cells similar to his. None looked as if they had been used anytime recently though.
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Rolling his eyes immediately, Tobias turned on the young woman. He wouldn't have this lingering thought of insanity hanging over her head about him the entire escape. He towered over her, and stared down, raising his left arm, and pointing at it with his right.

"This is NOT my arm. It's someone else's, I don't know who, and I don't care; all I know is I want it gone. Up until today, as far back as I can remember, I've had a cybernetic prosthetic; an all metal limb right here, NOT this." He barely managed to contain a yell, glaring down at the woman.

"I'm not having some fang pi insanity moment, so drop that thought process - I was born with a flesh and blood arm, and I lost it. The arm I had AFTER that, is the arm I want BACK."

Turning back suddenly to gaze down the hallway, he blinked. It was empty; surprisingly empty. Too empty. No bodies, no bullet marks on the walls, nothing.

"Name?" He asked rather sternly, scanning the hall as he began to pace up one end of it, to peer cautiously into an open room. Something was wrong with the whole situation aside from the 'captured-and-tested' bit - you don't empty a holding facility due to the escape of two prisoners... He needed to be armed.

He needed his gun.

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