Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

RE: The Patriots .:A Future World RP:. ~Full~

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

Daniel sluggishly looked from Dex, to Emili who had just arrived. His dull green eyes had lit up as a smile appeared on his lips. "Emili!" He said with a relieved tone, as he wrapped his arms around her. "I thought you and Ghost Town were dead!" Relief filled him at the sight of her. Then he stopped for a moment, and released his embrace, but held on to her shoulders. "Where's Ghost Town?" He said with a quizzitive stare. Emili had come alone. Which had meant... A new fear ebbed away at the relief, sending a sense up panic up Daniel's spine.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

The woman tilted her head. Emili? The man she knew as William had said that too. Was that her? Was that her name? Perhaps. Frowning she asked, "Who?" Her eyes were confused and she sent a pleading look to the woman that had left the pod. Perhaps that woman might now where this 'Ghost Town' was. The man's hands were pressed on her shoulders, she knew they were supposed to be warm but she could not feel them. Her eyes lit with panic, something was dreadfully wrong with her. Her pleading eyes turned back to the red headed man, "Please, do you know who I am?"

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

As a horror overcame her senses, Valerie looked at Emili carefully. "He means William," she murmured quietly. "And you - you're Emili. You're our teammate." One hand gripped the other arms wrist, clasping strongly behind her back. Sending the AI a determined look, she muttered, "Don't worry, Emili. We'll get your memory back. Or, we'll create new ones. What ever it takes." A small smile crept its way onto her face as she let out a small breath she had been holding. If Emili lost her memory, that was inevitable.

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

Daniel looked at Emili with a confused yet forlorn look. "Emili?" He said, as his hands slowly released her shoulders and back down to his sides. "You are Emili of course. Experimental Military Intelligent Life-system Interface." Daniel said, saying her acronym. Did they not pull her out in time? "You know me, right? Daniel, Shepard." He said, listing both his names. "The Leiutenant, remember?" He felt an ache in his chest, though he knew it wasn't actual pain. It was more... Emotional. "What is the last thing you remember? Do you know where you are?" Certainly she could remember something, at least Daniel thought.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

She looked from the man to the woman. Emili? That didn't sound familiar. Nor did the acronym the man had said. She didn't recognize either of them and ignored the names that the man had given for himself. Fear entered her eyes as she took a step back from them both, "I... am Emili?" She glanced away, the words across her vision had ceased, for the moment at least. What did this all mean? The woman had called her an AI. The man had listed off various words that spelled out E.M.I.L.I, an unconventional version of the real name Emily. She took another moment to ponder this before the other woman's words sunk in. She had mentioned William! She turned back to the woman, her eyes filled with recognition. She pointed the way she had come, "He is there. Not awake... but not dead. He hurts. Blood, on his face." The way she was forming sentences was strange, she knew it. She remembered the words 'Critical Error' and assumed that her speech impediment had something to do with that. "Follow, I will show," With that she turned, her eyes looking back at the others for a moment before she turned to show them the way.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Brows coming together for a split second, Valerie absently pondered Emili's broken English. Pushing it to the back of her mind, she silently followed the AI, tugging on Shepard's arm for him to follow. Pausing for a second, she looked over her shoulder. "You as well, Foster," she called with a soft voice. The man groaned and his head rolled back. "Foster," she called again, an evident edge in her voice. When his name was spoken, he gingerly rose and followed the three towards Ghost Town. He wasn't sure why all this happened - how he got pulled into it - but he knew he had to trust them with his life.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

She, Emili the name that the others had called her, led them away from the crash site. She wanted to move faster, but the man named Foster could barely move faster than a limp. Emili, she'd have to get used to calling herself that, frowned impatiently, "Hurry, hurry. Might have found him." She glanced ahead, blue eyes filled with worry. No, they wouldn't find him, she had hidden William away so they couldn't. She grinned at her own cleverness. Once he was awake, he could tell her who she was. Turning back toward the others she beckoned them to move faster. "Quickly," she said in a strained voice. Slowly the group made their way back through the forest. What had taken Emili around fifteen minutes of non stop running took them close to an hour to navigate and take short breaks when the pain was to much for Foster to handle.
Emili groaned to herself at the pace. At this rate he might be dead, having bled out from some wound she had not seen. She remembered that he had had blood on his face, but she didn't see were it was coming from. As she led the group up the last incline to where she had left William, Emili grinned. She trotted ahead and called back, "Here!" She pointed to the outcropping of trees and bushes she had hidden him in. Something was wrong though, normally the words across her vision flashed and gave numbers that she knew to be body temperature. Yet right now there were no readings given off from the bushes. She frowned as she leaned down and moved the branches away. Nothing. He wasn't there. There were signs of someone being dragged off. Emili felt a pain from inside her. She had left him here and the voices had gotten him. "William..." she whispered. "Gone," she called back to the group, "Stolen from us!"

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Finally resorting to helping Foster walk, Valerie followed quietly, an occasional hiss escaping through her teeth. When Emili stopped and gestured, her eyes lit up for a second before the appalling scene before her came to her own eyes. Restraining herself from following the tracks like a wild lunatic, she set Foster down. "Emili, Shepard, you take care of Foster. Neither of you are in any condition to find him." Starting to saunter after the tracks, she glanced over her shoulder. "I, however, am." With a simple salute, she easily slipped into the shadows, butterfly knife silently folding open in her hand. "Don't die on me, you fool."

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Emili frowned as the woman began to move away. She called out behind her, "No! We all go. No stay here. I can help." She tossed a look toward the man named Foster for a second. Words and numbers flashed across her vision and she knew that she could carry the man. However, if they stumbled across whoever took William he wouldn't be of any use. Still, it was better than just staying here and waiting for a woman with a broken hand and no gun training to follow after whoever had stolen William. For all they knew, they hadn't dragged him away on foot, they may have taken some sort of vehicle. Emili knew she shouldn't have left William and she cursed herself for not taking him along. However he would have bled out if she had moved him more.
Turning her blue eyes back to Dex, "We all go, or none at all." Quickly she scooped Foster up in to her arms. She was surprised that it felt like nothing. Emili's body frame was not much different from Dex's and she certainly didn't look like she had the muscle to pick up a fully grown man in her arms, yet here she was doing just that. She didn't question it a moment longer before she nodded toward Shepard, "We go. Must help."

Wah? Where am I? Light glared in to William's eyes as he opened them. He couldn't tell where he was. He wasn't dead, that's for sure. Dead people didn't feel pain the way he did. Trying to move to sit up, William found himself to be strapped down to something. It was then that he realized that he was in a small square room with no windows but with a light bulb in the dead center of the ceiling. He was strapped down to a cot that was bolted to the wall. All around him there was a concrete gray tone on the walls. A sickly sense of dread filled the man's stomach. Turning his head as much as he could without to much pain throbbing in his neck, he saw a tick steel door on the opposite wall of the cot he was on. There was a small slats near the top and the bottom of the door. One he presumed was for someone outside to look in, and the other was for pushing food through.
Growling her turned his head back to the ceiling. He noticed a small spherical camera lens hidden behind a steel box in one of the corners of the room. Great... Just great. He was captured by the enemy. This was just fantastic! Not only had his mission gone terribly wrong, but now he was in the hands of the enemy! Could this day get any better?! William was beginning to believe he was accident/danger prone. He noted that most of the things that had happened to the Patriot Squad were either his fault, or had been inflicted upon him, most often by his own carelessness.
After a moment his mind was filled with his teammates. Where were they? Were they captured too? What were these people doing to them? "If they hurt her... Or any of them, I'll rip their kidneys out through their throats!" he snarled to himself. It was just then that the upper slat in the door slid open. A man with large rimmed glasses peered in.
"Ah, WC-1863 is awake! This is wonderful news!" For a moment his head turned to the right, his attention no longer on William, "See students. Even Bio-Agents are susceptible to good old fashion sedatives and straps." The man moved away and a parade of various eyes peered in. Each all had one thing in common though, they all looked as if they were looking upon a prized animal, not a human being. The man's voice sounded again before the slat closed, "We'll have more time to study this subject tomorrow. Today however I want to show you TL-0921." With that the slat closed and William heard shuffling feet move down the hall. Just where had they taken him?