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Star Date - 2243/CE Quadrant-Gama-septari-4 Destination/Tetra-Meson-7

Free floating in the lukewarm cytoplast gel the body begins twitching and shifting uncomfortably. Slade's nightmares mirrored his space sleep chamber placing him in an encumbered state of molasses struggling to run through a surreal landscape of sepia and shade. With each twitch and spasm his body shifts restlessly reacting to vivid obscene images of past kills.....

They speak in tones only slightly above a whisper, audibly screaming inside his head. The screams rattle his whole being in a crescendo of psychic energy.Each express, protest and accuse individually of the injustice done to them while they were still alive. Then come the threats a swarm of whispers!... suffocating him and sending chills deep into his being. The spirits warn Slade that his deeds are accounted for and the number of heartbeats are soon to falter.

With the last of the voices fading in the distance the male jolts abruptly eyes wide open in a state of terror, his body seizing and gradually releasing as from an arched position. He rips out the feeding tube from his veins depressing a sequence of characters on the panel wall beside him.

After the cytoplast is evacuated via vents at the male's feet the hissing of compressed gasses release at the opening of the chamber. The male begins to wipe free of the excess synthetic organic gel while sitting up and removing his respirator.

After the decontaminate chamber and a vacuum shower the young admiral attires himself in his coal blue federation uniform and jet black long jacket. The flash of censors reflecting in his cerulean blue eyes while he takes an inventory of the Phantom-stalkers diagnostics. Then he follows up with the vital signs of each and every member in space sleep.

His last stop is the lab for a briefing on his next "Cleansing", inside the sphere shaped room is composed of hex shaped monitors locked and fit together in a sphere frame with a track that runs between each hex, these hexes create the entire room's dimensions. Every control center in the Phantom's configuration is in this same manner equipped with virtual reality controls and a 3 dimensional telemetry display . basically the monitors act as a holo-deck and project images needed as the ship's instruments, each member of the necro-corps is equipped with characters on the fingertip portion's of their gauntlets, these character's act as touchscreen censors in the ion vacuum environment.

Next a segmented mechanical arm has the ability to move along the tracks between each hex; at the end of the mechanical arm is a control chair attached by a series of gears, pneumatic and hydraulic compression cylinders. The segmented arm-chair allows the operator to move in a 360 degree configuration along the tracks making the entire room gyroscopic. Each control room has a number of chairs in relation to its size.

"What is it with these nightmares?" Doctor Savage mutters to himself. He is bewildered by their growing intensity, being a third generation of Death-Stalker clones, fear was considered a defect in his line of work. Even with the effective bio-chemistry of the 23rd century; a chemically efficient adrenaline compound was a two edge-sword. When adrenaline flooded the blood stream the positive results such as the heightening of the 5 senses, and raw power ; a more efficient human predator meant greater fear also due to the nervous systems wiring in the human anatomy.

Oh sure the average Necro-stalker suppressed fear far greater then the average soldier allowing them to take greater risk, and even sacrifice themselves for the survival of the corp. Coupled with this greater thresh hold of fearlessness was the genetic enhancements of a denser muscular structure, greater endurance and physical feats. The average clone stood no shorter then 6'3, capable of power lifting a quarter of a ton (500 lbs) and able to power sweep or bench press one and a third of that amount. With the exo-armor these feats where enhanced. The Stalker exo-armor is the protocol attire of Necro-corps and carried their insignia of a bi symmetry designed circuit board etchings forming the skull of a humanoid with a coiled draconian winged asp coiling around the mandible. The armor interfaces with a frame braced body suit. the circuits in both the armor and the suit attachsto a cyber spine with a di-lithium crystal power source. All the necro-suits are designed compatible with a specific host DNA. This prevents renegade actions in a stolen suit.in the case of a mutiny.
 
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Star Date - 2243/CE Quadrant-Gama-septari-4 Destination/Tetra-Meson-7

Free floating in the lukewarm cytoplast gel the body begins twitching and shifting uncomfortably. Slade's nightmares mirrored his space sleep chamber placing him in an encumbered state of molasses struggling to run through a surreal landscape of sepia and shade. With each twitch and spasm his body shifts restlessly reacting to vivid obscene images of past kills.....

They speak in tones only slightly above a whisper, audibly screaming inside his head. The screams rattle his whole being in a crescendo of psychic energy.Each express, protest and accuse individually of the injustice done to them while they were still alive. Then come the threats a swarm of whispers!... suffocating him and sending chills deep into his being. The spirits warn Slade that his deeds are accounted for and the number of heartbeats are soon to falter.

With the last of the voices fading in the distance the male jolts abruptly eyes wide open in a state of terror, his body seizing and gradually releasing as from an arched position. He rips out the feeding tube from his veins depressing a sequence of characters on the panel wall beside him.

After the cytoplast is evacuated via vents at the male's feet the hissing of compressed gasses release at the opening of the chamber. The male begins to wipe free of the exceess synthetic organic gel while sitting up and removing his respirator.
 
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