Obsolete [Jade]

[issildia]

I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind

A light snow was cascading down upon the streets of London, dusting the city with white and a thin film of frost. It was in the heart of the city at Trafalgar Square that the huntress stood. She was garbed differently that before, tired now of being glared at with suspicion from wearing the concealing leather coat. Though she still wore the skin tight exo-suit beneath her clothing, Issildia had donned a fine black woolen coat that came just past her knees. A soft ivory sweater with a high angled neck embellished with a sparkling silver button lay just beneath the onyx wool exterior. Sleek black pants lay on her legs along with a set of boots with sensible low heels that rose barely more than a quarter of an inch upwards.

A fine vapor spilled out from her nose as a swarm of seething humanity idled about her. The humans blundered about on their way, their pathetically small insignificant lives being wasted away. Cars emitted steam and acrid fumes to cast a moderate fog over the steel canopy of London. Her pallid lips were pressed into a thin frowning line as a modest wind came hurriedly through the tangled net of streets and sidewalks. Obsidian locks swayed about her reedy shoulders from the low pony tail she had arranged them in to fall just past her shoulder blades.

The S-Class Ion Core blade lay in its collapsed form that was no larger than a dagger beneath the coat, lying silently in wait. The woman never went out into the human’s primitive world unarmed, even now a duo of the lethal A/M explosives were coiled just under the lip of her boots.

Today was simply another day, another day of patience and watching, listening and hunting. Often times Issildia chose the most crowded places within the human city to lie in wait for even the faintest hint of the Doctor, or even something that would pique his interest.

The hiss of fountains roared in her delicate ears above the constant mummer of the humans splayed about her. Of course the composite humanoid did not have any special ability when it came to her sense of hearing, but the Institute had made a point of selecting out the best traits from humanity to create her. And so she simply was able sense sound, light, among other things better than your customary Homo Saipan.

She stood, like some silent living statue among the throng of humanity, her sharp azure eyes with their otherworldly gleam closing to sharpen the voices surrounding her.

It was then during that short lived moment that Issildia Nevar, huntress of the Institute actually felt the faintest suggestion of contentment amid the crisp sun filled day , with the wind tugging at her back. Happiness was far too strong a word, but never during her time on New Earth had the woman had a moment to herself. Never was she granted time of her own to simply revel in living. Perhaps as unimaginable as it might seem…perhaps Torchwood, was not the unblemished savior that they claimed to be.

Yet this moment of reflection was devastated as the most subtle chill that inched up from the base of her spine.

Was this how the doe felt before the wolf came barreling out of the brush to latch its fangs onto her neck? Issildia could not be certain, but years of experience had taught her the unnerving sensation of being in the presence of a predator. And there could be little mistake in assume that she was now the focus of some other’s hunt.

Perhaps she was mistaken, maybe it was a loss of wits over transferring over to another time…Perhaps she was over-analyzing the world far to carefully, expecting danger to erupt from every shadow as the Institute had taught her.

But then again, maybe her masters were correct in their assumption…and there truly was a wolf hidden among the sheep….

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[jadealastair]

Now The dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind, nows your chance to run for cover



London, England

Winter… So this was the cold season. How strange. Back at Torchwood, Jade had been in a controlled environment at all times for most of her life and while she had been in various programs that simulated winter weather but it wasn’t the same, she could see that now. Soft white flakes of cold drifted down from the sky as the young looking killer made her way through the city of London. Her mission had begun, well…that was not entirely accurate, her mission had begun the moment her creation had come into thought but this was more a figurative way of stating just what she was up to. Ugh…she thought too much.

So many humans walking the streets of London all bundled up as a barrier against the cold. Such frail creatures they were, so oblivious to everything that was around them all. It was disgusting really but how could one blame them for their ignorance? How could they know that there was so much more around them, aliens amongst them? They couldn’t, their puny minds were incapable of handling such information. Not that they mattered, none of them mattered to Jade. It wasn’t because of them that she trod over the snow-covered streets of London; it was because of Issildia that she was here now.

Issildia…Even the mere mention of her name, just the thought of her caused Jade to shudder in a mixture of anger and disgust. She was nothing! A blip on the radar, an obsolete model who had been replaced by someone better, her. She knew that the huntress was in the city, she had tracked her location and all she had to do was find her in the vast city. Still, considering how Jade was still learning to some degree how to use the vortex manipulator and jump through time, searching a city would hardly compare in terms of difficulty. Given that Jade knew very little about the city she was currently in, she rather lost really. Not that her lack of knowing her whereabouts was a real problem since she had a way of tracking Issildia and she was using it at that moment.

It was now confirmed that Jade did not like the cold. She had been told that extra clothing would be required in order to preserve warmth as well as blend in with the general public. Not that many offered much of a glance towards the little girl. She blended in, she knew that. Her blonde hair peeked out beneath a blue knit cap that covered the tips of her ears as well, her outfit, a dark blue knit sweater and skirt and black stockings with blue shoes completed her ‘innocent’ ensemble though really, the skirt hadn’t been the best of ideas. Not that she really wished to change it now, she had more important things to think about than comfort or the cold wind going up her skirt as she walked. At least she had gloves to cover her hands, that was a relief at least.

What was she going to do when she found Issildia? Her orders were clear, bring Issildia back for recycling but that was not going to be as easy as they made it seem. Issildia would hardly be a pushover to say the least and she doubted she would come along quietly. There was a chance that Jade would be bringing back a dead or dying body to the Institute but technically speaking, she still would have completed her mission. That being said, did she even want to complete it? It was wrong to think such things but it was a thought on her mind just the same. Once she captured her target and brought her back, what then? Her mission in life would be finished, did that mean her life too would be forfeit or would they find something else for her to do? Thinking about that brought forth an emotion in Jade that she did not like, it brought forth fear. Her heart started to quicken as did her pace, it was a conflict of emotions, something Jade wasn’t used to and thus she sought out something that would cease the tumultuous fight within, violence.

Her pure white eyes remained downcast, seeking to avoid the comments of those she passed by who noticed her eyes. They were different, she knew that but she didn’t wish to offer up a lie as a cover-up for why her eyes were as they were. For the most part, Jade was successful in avoiding any sort of conflict with the local Londoners.

A certain chill moved through Jade in an instant, perhaps the same one that made it’s way through Issildia as well. The huntress had become the hunted and she knew it. Did she know about Jade? Unlikely since Jade had been created after Issildia had gone rogue. Her sword would be a danger though Jade had no interest in getting into close quarters with the other Composite, she hoped for a quick resolution and than she’d return to Torchwood. Easy as that really or it should be. No telling with someone as dangerous as Issildia Nevar. Still, she was just last centuries model, she was nothing like Jade, hardly her equal.

There she was…

Frequenting a public area, just as Jade knew she would. A small hand gently brushed against the holster that was on the inside of her sweater, tucked safely away until needed. She had finesse, she could handle this, she knew she could. How to go about this…play coy or be direct? Jade was not one for meaningless games nor did she beat around the bush. Her breath was seen on the air as she exhaled deeply, there was considerable risk in dealing with her face to face but Jade was not a coward nor was she defenseless. After a moment was taken, Jade strode over to the fountain where Issildia was seated, her eyes down the whole time until she came to stand in front of her. “Issildia Nevar.” She said softly, her voice was youthful yet held a great deal of maturity to it. Her head lifting to look Issildia in the eye, a serious look on her face. “You are not easy to find.” Jade stated plainly, her white eyes never leaving Issildia’s. “Time to go now. I won’t be kept waiting.”

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[issildia]

I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind

The world seemed to pause in its constant whisperings in that singular moment where time itself seemed to take pause. Sharp blue eyes flicked to the left, centering in upon a small girl who had left the pointless sway of humanity to take a path that would lead her to Issildia. Her hair glinted like coppery river reeds in the sunlight, made even more brilliant by the dark crisp color of her wardrobe. Sapphire eyes narrowed abruptly, her fingertips tensing within the dark lace gloves that covered her hands. The way the girl child moved, slow and blatantly unhurried, yet all the same precise and controlled…the footsteps of a lioness stalking a gazelle.

Issildia slowly inhaled, the frigid London air entering her body to bring a pointed clarity to her mind. It was then that some silent part of herself rose from its slumber, recalling with absolute perfection the last few moments as the blonde child advanced. Even humans at some subconscious level realized when danger was present. Images of the last few moments played back within Issildia’s mind’s eye, showing how even the simple minded tide of humanity parted around the little girl, just as the primitive apes kept their distance from herself.

Time began to hasten its pace as slowly Issildia released the pent up breath caught in her lungs to allow the now warm air to pass back out into the world amid a sweep of vapor.
The only comfort she felt was the light press of the S-Class saber against her stomach, and the knowledge that she was a weapon unto itself. She was the greatest creation of the Institute, and that had to count for something.

It was then that the child wrapped in her array of deep blue’s came to stand before the huntress, her eyes downcast, as though intentionally. Her very first due of words sliced through Issildia’s thoughts like a searing blade just before being quenched by the blacksmith. She knew her name…

Possibilities flew through her mind faster than could be possible. Was this impish girl some unknown enemy of hers, or an enemy of the Institute? Darker imaginings then rippled through her mind like a rock had been thrown in the heart of a serene mountain pool.
Or…was this child a creation of the Institutes as she was herself… Issildia knew from the beginning of her life that she was not beyond being replaced, and in her experience the Institute was not exactly bound by any morals. A thin needle of fear sunk into her spine, adrenaline bleeding through her circulatory system.
The girl then tipped her chin up, exposing those pure white orbs that were beyond human; beyond anything Issildia had ever seen created by her masters.

There was no sense is asking what the girl was…Issildia Nevar herself was spun from the thread of many species as this girl clearly was. But there was sense in understanding who had sent her.

Time to go now…

The words reverberated within her mind, her suspicions slowly confirmed by that uttering of words. If someone was sent for her from an outside agency, those words would have not been spoken. It was phrase implying that she was to return, the girl’s tone suggesting the worst of her fears; That she, the prized experiment of the Institute was being called back home.
A sharp sense of irony inched into her very marrow, almost an inkling of bitter humor at the idea.

The huntress spoke then, her speech riddled with a silent hatred and cynicism. Her voice ribbed with frost as her own harshly cerulean eyes fell to those blindingly white orbs. Her lips inched into a cold smirk, a feral glimmer alighting within her gaze.

“Oh…this…is…rich…” She uttered vehemently, her eyes flicking away from the girls own gaze to glance at the foggy skies as though in amazement at the gall of the Institute, or whoever had sent this dwarf after her.

Ignoring the child’s demand completely Issildia continued hotly. “Tell me, did They, send you then?” The sarcasm dripped from her voice, implying that They, was indeed Torchwood, her evidently thankless masters.

The crowds of tourists parted around the edge of the fountain where Issildia and the girl were perched, sensing the peril in getting all too close to the hunters. Humanity was a herd of sheep with wolves stalking in their midst’s, and if anyone was to make a guess as to how this situation would end, anyone could divine that blood was about to be spilled.

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[jadealastair]

Now The dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind, nows your chance to run for cover



London, England

To say that Jade hated her predecessor Issildia would not exactly be seen as true for that would mean that emotion would be involved. Jade did not hate her target simply because she did not care enough to offer such a reaction as that, she was indifferent towards the older subject created by Torchwood. The thought that this Issildia, the creature that had been created before her, could be superior to her in any way brought a smirk to the child’s lips, it was utter nonsense to believe that a past model could compete against the newer model. Still, Issildia would be unaware of Jade’s existence as far as Jade knew, how could she know? Her steps were deliberate; a need to not show any fear or hesitation was key in intimidating Issildia. She knew that with her size, there was a good chance that Issildia would come to underestimate the girl’s strength and skills, which would be her undoing.

Of course Jade noticed how tense Issildia got when she noticed the girl’s path, why bother hiding her intentions when showing that she had the courage to approach her directly would create more of a dangerous predatory feel to the small angelic looking child. The weapon that Issildia held and the weapon that she was caused the girl to be cautious, her body tense and ready to move should Issildia lash out at her. Jade had not come all this way simply to die by her target’s hand, she would never allow such a disgrace to happen. It was strange to some degree, seeing the person who’s life and face had been in her mind constantly since the moment she had been created and life had been given to her. Jade new everything about Issildia, she knew her habits and her life and most importantly, she knew her fighting style. She could see simply by the way Issildia was sitting and holding herself that she was nervous but not scared. Not yet anyway…

Given the circumstances, Jade should have simply acted on her earlier compulsion and disabled Issildia from a distance with her gun. But really…where was the fun in that? No. She wanted to see the fear in Issildia’s eyes when she realized just what Jade was. Better. Stronger. More complete than Issildia ever was and ever would be.

She couldn’t see Issildia when she first spoke but there was a certain feeling in the air that told her she didn’t have to see it to know just what it looked like. She knew that face and upon hearing that Jade knew who Issildia was, the fear would be present, even if for only a moment. Weapons weren’t made to show fear in most situations, in any situation really but when faced with possible death, how could one react differently, especially with the human DNA flowing through them both. If it hadn’t been for the need to allow Jade to appear human, she wouldn’t have had to deal with the bothersome DNA.

The moment seemed to be frozen in time as two weapons acknowledged one another, Jade with the advantage because of her knowledge of her opponent while Issildia, should she choose to fight rather than cooperate and Jade really hoped she did, would be fighting blind. Jade could make that a reality if she was able to gouge out one or both of those beautiful sapphire eyes that seemed to radiate bitchery. The Institute had demanded that Jade bring Issildia back alive, they never said anything about having to have all the pieces to go with her.

According to human etiquette, it was considered rude if one did not respond to another individual’s statement, so Issildia was being rude right now. Not that Jade would correct her since she didn’t understand human etiquette anyway. Little arms were crossed over her chest as she waited for Issildia’s response, her weight transferring from one foot to the other impatiently. She didn’t really have a particular schedule to follow nor did she have a deadline but she wished to demonstrate her abilities and efficiency in getting a mission done quickly. Perhaps if she proved to them that she could handle the mission in life she had been given so precisely that she was indeed meant for better things and they would give her more to do. Fear that she would be disposed of or recycled was on her mind almost as much as Issildia Nevar was, not that she’d ever admit that.

The moment frozen in time had passed and now Issildia was reacting, Jade pursed her lips in slight annoyance as Issildia radiated arrogance. How tedious.

Rich? Jade did not understand. When did wealth come into the conversation? As per usual, the use of sarcasm in any way confused the small child. While her words confused Jade, the tone was something she did understand perfectly. Whatever Issildia had meant, it had been meant as an insult against Jade and/or the Institute that had sent her. If only Jade could have read her mind, she would have punched the bitch in the throat for daring to think of her as a dwarf. “I fail to see how terms of wealth have any relevancy in this current situation.” She stated clearly, a lofty demeanor implied in both her stance and the timbre of her voice.

They? Was this a play on words or did an organization exist in the universe that simply went by “They”? It was hard to say really. “I do not take well to being ordered by those beneath me but in response to your demanding question, no They did not send me.” There was no cynicism or sarcasm laced in Jade’s voice, she spoke clearly and precisely. “To my knowledge, Torchwood does not go by They.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Those around them did not exist to the smaller predator, her creation, her mission was the woman in front of her and that was exactly who her attention was given to. “I will not say it again Nevar, it is time to return.” She did not refer to Torchwood as home; she had no home as far as she was concerned. “You’re being recalled as an inferior model.”

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[issildia]

"We all live, we all die
That does not begin to justify you "

The girl child rambled on nonsensically, but Issildia merely arched a single thin eyebrow at the blonde’s reaction. So…the creature…her replacement…was a force grown genetic compilation, a being with no memory of childhood…no free thoughts of her own it appeared. Her apparent lack of detecting sarcasm was a clear sign of her upbringing Issildia deduced as the child continued, the huntress remaining silent as her eyes swept over the creature. Fear began to sink back as her consciousness began to calculate the origins of this individual. Obviously Torchwood was not taking a chance in creating another version of Issildia, an agent with free thought and a will of her own. Still, where there was life, indeed there was always the unexpected. Blue orbs glittered darkly amid the foggy city's luminescence, wordlessly her hands flicking to the wrist strap on her left arm. Her thoughts were subtly interrupted with the last words the child imparted to her, the twinge of a humored smirk alighting upon her lips. Still Issildia did not offer the girl a glance as she kept her attention focused briefly on the device at her wrist, merely the twisting of her mouth into a semblance of a cold smile.

It was a strange thrilling sensation, liquid incandescence rolling through her spine as the girl uttered those last words, emotions rising like a blood tinged tide. An itch to revolt was now there, mingling among her various thoughts. Such as the blatant manner in which the Institute was simply going to throw her to the side in the middle of her mission…and for what! To be replaced by some midget upstart or some other new agent with no mind of their own. The audacity…she murmured inwardly. She had been bred and brought up for this singular assignment, and now she was to be recalled…or in more plain words, put out of commission. She heard the stories of other agents, one never made a career out of Torchwood, when you were no longer of use either due to age, wounds, or thoughts of revolt, your DNA would be broken down to be used again in the future.

The thought of the DNA reclamation process brought a soundless grimace to Issildia’s lips. You were not put out of your misery before being shoved into the REC- Chamber, and that horrid machine tore you apart atom by atom, carefully recovering all of your genetic material over the course of an hour, and the subject was only granted the sweet respite of death once the machine had delved past the layers of skin, bone, sinew , and muscle to reach your internal organs. The mere thought of that place, and the memory of the acrid metal scent left over after a REC session brought a horrid rot laced taste to her mouth.

Her lips paled as she pressed them together, that itch nesting itself within the core of her mind rising, the instinct to either flee or fight. It was a typical human emotion, and Issildia was not surprised that it had risen, she was aware that over half her genetic structure was human based. Still the human portion of her DNA was always overridden by her training and some other deep set up thrust of anger and perhaps a dash of hatred that she knew not the origin of. Her heart beat increased as a slight pain in her chest flickered like a candle being lit in the dark before being quickly snuffed out. The faint moment of ache in her chest thrummed only once as though her heart was taking on an extra beat before going silent again.

Her muscles tensed, but not in fear for the entity before her, but in anticipation for the glorious moments to become. Issildia normally held no apparent liking or dislike for combat, or bloodshed, but when an enemy was before her, that wordless shadow wrought of hatred and rage rose up to override her own personal quirks and emotions. Nerves were ridged in ice in preparation for the moments to come, as her throat reverberated with sound, a reply to send a clear message to this midget sent to drag her back to that traitorous Institute.

“I…think…not.” She uttered venomously, her voice slow and paced ignoring the definite possibility that the girl would mistake her meaning due to her lack of real work experience. But the tone was perfect, there was no mistaking her words or their meaning.

Issildia Nevar, had gone rogue…

Suddenly the huntress was on her feet in a rush of adrenaline, yet she did not go to draw any of her weapons, her eyes aflame in a spectacle of cold-fire gleaming like liquid heat amid the cool atmosphere of London. Yet if the girl had watched carefully as Issildia gained her feet, the woman's eyes had flicked just for a moment off into the distance, towards the skeletal makings of some new high rise, made currently of nothing but bolted together steel beams. There was a sudden rumble of thunder in the distance, the noon day sun glaring down harshly upon the white cloaked city. A dark smile crossed Issildia’s lips as her hand slid to the Vortex Manipulator at her wrist to input the last digits of her coordinates, setting the destination and the time; exactly one hour and six minutes into the future.

Perhaps it was some small show of genetic based pity for the humans, Issildia was uncertain, but tactically speaking, drawing weapons amid a crowd was a stupid and a novice move. As such that same shadowed grin remained transfixed on her face as her arm shot forward to grab hold of the girl’s wrist, only to set her hand on the leather strap of the Manipulator at her wrist. Her movement was the essence of speed as she knew if this girl was anything like herself, she would be equally swift in punishing Issildia for the seemingly pointless maneuver.
The Manipulator hissed with a soft bleep as the two individuals disappeared in a flicker of coppery luminosity from the swimming crowds of the square.




A few droplets of blood swam in her mouth, that same metallic taste gliding over taste buds as Issildia held back the expected coughing and shuddering brought on by time travel. Aside from her efforts to hold back the effect of Vortex travel, her body was already pushing back the need to remove any scents of ozone or sulfur from her lungs as her skin was soon impacted by a freezing rain, the sheer ache of those near frozen droplets grabbing her attention. Evidently her calculations has been correct, the storm clouds she had seen earlier now divulging their frigid burden as freezing rain instead of snow. The heat from the noon day sun was the defining factor along with the fact that this side of the Earth was now leaning towards late winter and early spring.

The pair were now perched on the topmost steel beam of the high rise construction project that the huntress had spied in the distance. The building was going to be easily fifty stories tall, which was the perfect place to see how very dedicated this blonde imp was to her mission.

Issildia had already cast the girl-child’s hand away from where she had clapped it to the wrist strap as her arms instinctively shot to her torso to hold in any heat she could. But as always that hate filled presence in her mind buried away any human instincts and relieved that bitterly cold pain from the storm with cool logic and the knowledge that here and now she would test this new operative of Torchwood and see if Issildia was indeed the obsolete model.

“Inferior indeed…” She called brutally as she peeled the damp wool coat and sweater from her body and allowed it to fall several hundred feet to the ground to reveal the exo-suit material beneath

“Then let us see how obsolete I am…little girl..” Her words ended in a heavy thrumming covered by the hiss of steam as the S-Class Ion Core Saber now set in her grip extended to its fullest length and activated. The seemingly liquid wavering of incandescence was hot enough to cleanly rend flesh and to even cut through metal if given the time. The weapon glowed hotly against the gray backdrop as the stage was set and the puppets readied for their contest.

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[jadealastair]

Now The dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind, nows your chance to run for cover



London, England

While it was in fact quite true that Jade was created without a childhood, Jade did indeed have a mind of her own. She simply was smart enough not to show any independence while it wasn’t necessary. She had seen from what happened with Issildia what happened when you displayed any will at all outside that of the will of Torchwood. Sure, Issildia hadn’t rebelled yet but she would, it was only a matter of time and that was what Torchwood feared. Everything they had worked for, all the effort and money they had put into Issildia would be completely wasted and they would gain a deadly enemy as well. It was better to be safe than dead when all was said and done. It was only out of paranoia that Jade had been created, a failsafe to Issildia in every way. The tension in the air was palpable as Jade waited for Issildia to react further. It was obvious that Issildia wouldn’t be coming along willingly and Jade counted on that, hoped for it even. What fun was it if Issildia chose to cooperate fully? None at all really. Not that her mission needed fun but Jade was bored and needed some form of entertainment. Issildia Nevar would do nicely. Assuming of course that she proved herself to be an actual challenge, that was still undecided at the moment.

White eyes peered precariously at her predecessor, a blank almost dead expression on her young face. Issildia was no afraid, not yet but that would change. It was the human in her that led her to underestimate her young opponent, relying on what her eyes beheld to determine what Jade was. She knew where the girl came from, understood why she was there, so why choose to handle the situation so lightly? Perhaps she was simply choosing to put on a sense of false bravado, but it was useless when the only person you were fooling was yourself. The cold air swirled around the pair, playing with hair and causing chills to run down the girl’s spine. It wasn’t the cold though that cause Jade to shiver but rather the anticipation of an impending battle. Whether the battle lasted two minutes or two hours, Jade felt it would be a good one that would inevitably end in Issildia’s capture and return to Torchwood.

It was quite the irony really, Jade’s appearance and mannerisms. A child without a childhood. An angelic face with the heart of a emotionless killer. She was nothing like she appeared.

If only Jade was able to read minds, she would have been able to look into Issildia’s inner workings and know what made her into what she was. Issildia was an enigma to Jade despite her knowledge of the woman’s life and fighting styles. She knew everything about Issildia and yet, essentially, she knew nothing about her. She didn’t know why Issildia was such a danger to Torchwood nor did she know what made Issildia tick. She had things that Jade hadn’t been given while she had been created, it had been because of Issildia that Jade had never known what it was like to have a connection with someone, even if it was just a pussy alien nurse. No childhood, no semblance of humanity aside from her appearance. It was all Issildia’s doing and there was some resentment towards her for that. That being said, Jade probably wouldn’t have liked any of those things anyway but she wanted the chance to experience other things as well. Still, she wouldn’t dare make such things known to Torchwood or she’d suffer a fate similar if not identical to Issildia’s. Being recalled as an inferior model and having her DNA recycled and her body destroyed, it was a fate she didn’t wish on herself, not when she was made for so much in this universe. Even still, with the resentment, Jade still found Issildia fascinating, had it not been for the hatred she might have sought to learn from the earlier model. But that wasn’t possible, not now, not ever.

“I…think…not.” Her tone dripped with absolute venom and was as cold as ice. If words could truly be used as a weapon, Jade would have been cut to the core by the sharpness. How precious…she meant to put up a fight. This was exactly what Jade had been anticipating the moment she had set the coordinates on her vortex manipulator. Torchwood had made a terrible mistake in sending Jade to Issildia. Their paranoid nature and need for absolute control over everything was surely to be their downfall. They had created their deepest fears in regards to Issildia by taking action before it ever even happened. They had hoped to prevent it but really they had made it happen by sending Jade. This realization didn’t surprise Jade of course, she had known it would happen and had actually hoped for it in the long run. She wanted Issildia gone and forgotten, recycled into someone more useful.

The sudden movement on Issildia’s part caused Jade to tense and step back, but like Issildia, she did not draw any weapons just yet either. She was waiting for Issildia to make the first move, since she was positive she knew just what the first move would be. How amusing, to see the reaction of the humans around them when they saw Issildia attacking what they could only presume to be a human child. Humans were such ignorant creatures, pathetic really. White eyes watched carefully, intent on knowing her every move, noticing the glance to the structure but not choosing to look away from her target, not for even a moment. It was as Jade had figured. She was fleeing from the area, not out of fear for her own well-being but for those around them, she had pity for the humans. Jade couldn’t bring herself to understand such a thing, how could one feel for those that did not matter? It didn’t add up, but apparently Issildia had more human in her than Jade did, that was the only explanation.

Jade would follow of course, she had no interest in letting Issildia get away. Speed was on Issildia’s side as she gripped Jade’s wrist tightly, setting her hand on her own manipulator as well. Would she send Jade into another time while running from her? A coward’s move and if that was the case, than everything Jade had learned of this woman was false for Issildia Nevar was not supposed to be a coward.

The beeping caught her attention and she steadied herself for the pull that came with the Vortex Manipulator travel, it was uncomfortable for her but it would not affect her as it did Issildia. Considering she could still feel Issildia’s hand upon her wrist, she figured they were going to the same place and same time.

Ripping herself back from Issildia the moment her feet found solid beams, the girl offered a cruel smirk towards Nevar who was already bleeding. “You’re bleeding already… I haven’t even done anything yet.” Time travel was rough for some, but not Jade. She had been made to withstand the pain the body happened to go through. As Issildia did what she could to recover from the traveling, Jade took the time to look around at their current surroundings. An icy rain fell against them from where they stood, so high up from the square where they had met. The humans all looked like ants from up here but such a comparison was hardly fair to ants, they were far more productive than any human.

The cold didn’t bother Jade for a moment, her golden hair slowly getting wetter and wetter as she turned her pearly gaze back upon Issildia. “A fool’s errand.” She stated simply, pulling a small metallic object from within her little blue coat. Pressing a button at the top of the object, Jade turned and threw the thing to the side towards the square and waited, listening to the whistling sound of it’s descent.

“Three…two…one.” She counted softly to herself, a wicked smirk touching her innocent looking face as suddenly a large and violent explosion ripped through the square where they had been an hour or so beforehand. It rocked the structure they stood upon but it remained steadfast as did Jade as she peered back at Issildia. “They did not have to die,” she said flippantly, as though casually talking about the weather rather than human lives. “You have yourself to blame for the lives lost today, you’re inability to cooperate…” If she had compassion for the humans, that meant that she could feel guilt as well, something Jade was incapable of feeling.

The exo-skeleton suit was revealed, showing at last that Issildia was ready to move past futile words and focus on actions instead. Finally. The saber was finally activated as well, a heat pulsed from it that could cut through her form quite easily actually. Good thing Jade had no intent on allowing that blade to touch her.

Little girl…right…

Deciding to allow actions to speak louder than words, Jade took a few steps back, balancing like a cat until she reached the end of the beam. She needed distance so that Issildia didn’t get a chance to halt her shifting. Once she felt she had considerable distance, Jade began to shift from her child form into that of her adult form. It was a painful process that never seemed to get better no matter how many times she actually did it. Her eyes glowed brightly as did her entire form as she elongated, her blonde hair darkening to a wavy brown. Her shifting was flawless at this point and happened in a matter of seconds, didn’t feel like it to Jade of course, it felt like it took a lifetime for her to forgo her childish appearance and to take on a more combat-worthy one. This form was more fluid and had more strength. She had armor beneath the clothes she now wore, it appeared to be a simple black shirt with black pants simply because she had thought more on it before she had shifted. “Little girl my ass.” She stated, pulling her gun from its holster. “Let us see how an obsolete rogue fights.”

Tags; Issildia
Word Count: 1764 W/O CODING!
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Lyrics; I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjmin
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[issildia]

"We all live, we all die
That does not begin to justify you "

A thunderous explosion rocked the steel ribbed structure the two subjects were perched on, Issildia neglecting to reach out to the nearby beam to steady herself to instead forcibly keeping her own balance. Below smoke coiled vengefully about Trafalgar square like a viper tensing for a venomous strike. The huntress sucked a breath through her teeth, gritting against the dismal scene below. Something concealed, deep and forgotten within her consciousness registered with the most subtle sense of grief for the several dozen lives that had been taken by her attacker. Was it some herd based genetic tick that left her feeling pity for that weak species of apes that she only happened to hold relation to. Or was it something else far different that a simple biological flaw that she had retained from her human DNA structure.

Her thoughts on the matter were soon brought to a close as that same enigmatic ache thrummed in her chest, as though a dull blade was being forced through her innards from within. It pulsed for only the faintest moment right at the core of her heart it seemed; The humanoid female tensing with discomfort, yet equally fighting to keep the mysterious handicap hidden to her opponent. The sensation departed as quickly as it had come, just as the smoke began to dissipate below, sirens erupting like a rabble of screaming crows.

Yet beyond the carnage that the other agent had wrought below Issildia’s own bravado was not lessened outwardly, even if inwardly the faintest twinge of fear reverberated within her heart. That same smug expression alighted on her features, a creasing of her lips to form a smirk. Over the undying hum of the S-Class Saber she spoke, her words patient and in no doubt as to whether she was set to deliver upon their weight.

Garbed firmly in silence Issildia watched with a keen calculating expression as the little dwarf amid all her pomp and circumstance in taunting her quarry began to do something most unexpected. Without comment Issildia watched as the agent transformed into what the huntress presumed to be a combat form. 'So she was imbued with shape shifting genetics'…'Rutan , Whifferdill…or perhaps even more the rare Gwanzulum'…whispered that drowsing corner of her mind, recalling perfectly the distant lesson on the known shape-shifting species scattered across the universe.
Issildia shouldered off the unexpected recollection of distant childhood memories chalking it up to another oddity of her biology. Either way the female humanoid she faced was some sort of skin walker, it was even quite possible that the creature was in fact a male hiding in a woman's body. The huntress allowed a puff of vapor past her lips as the frigid rain continued to fall in thin transparent curtains across London.


“Your first mistake…” She drawled whilst stepping easily around a steel beam to walk horizontally across from the other female. Her gait was fluid and again dawdling, that same presence that murmured drowsily at the back of her head when that hidden pain pulsed in her chest, rose sleepily now in the wake of that flash of sudden ache. The huntress leisurely paced the wet steel expanse, a new alien poise straightened her form and left her inwardly laughing at the Institute for sending their puppet after them.

“Was presuming that your little…tantrum...” She spoke smoothly as she glanced briefly down towards the carnage wrought of rubble and bodies below. “Is going to make any difference, in how this day…” She paused in her slow liquid pace to meet eyes with the girl; crystalline, frighteningly clear blue meeting that equally bold white.
“Is going to end.” The iridescent blade in her hand rippled with heat, abruptly swearing with a sudden roar of backlash energy, electricity popping brightly in flickering streaks about the S-Class Saber.

She paused then, allowing her pace to resume its slithering rate as she reached the end of the beam, the sheer distance below them yawning out of the glittering rain laced shadows.

“Your…second mistake.” Issildia uttered coolly as she pivoted around with ease to start her walk again.

“Is to believe, that you are not looking into your own future…” Issildia spoke, again those sharp blue eyes filled with a fiery incandescence flickering up to meet Jade’s.

“If the Institute has dispatched you to bring in one of their own, what makes you consider even for a moment, that right now, five billion years into the future , Torchwood is not growing another little monster to come and fetch you for…recycling, as well.” The silence that slid lazily into the space between them was gut wrenching as Issildia’s eyes hardened like diamonds, utterly filled with heat and untainted rage.

The hum of the S-Class saber in her fist sizzled with steam as rain impacted it, Issildia waiting unwearyingly for an answer. That stormy gaze never leaving the newly created humanoid before her as a small knot of hatred for her creators boiled away in her consciousness. Surely this entity knew that the only fate she would every know was one uncannily similar to her target’s own.

“Call me what you will…” Issildia called unflinchingly, her lips pursed as tight against gritted teeth. “But you and I…are two and the same. You will not escape my future.”

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Lyrics: Evanescence "Bleed"
Tags: Jade Alastair

[jadealastair]

I don't wanna change the world
I just want to leave it colder



London, England

Issildia was clever in her ability to hide her emotion from Jade but it wasn't enough. Jade had spent her life studying Issildia, watching every movement when she was in battle or when she was simply going about her daily routines within Torchwood. She knew the woman's habits well enough to know when something bothered her. There was subtle body language in most everyone that had human genes and Issildia was no exception. Hell, even Jade had body language and right now she was exuding a certain amount of arrogance that came with just having murdered hundreds upon hundreds of insignificant human lives with one mere flick of the wrist. The human within her echoed small waves of sorrw at what she had done, but it wasn't enough to breach the surface of her icy exterior, she was a cold hard killing machine, that was all. She had no emotions because they were messing, that was all there was to it.

She didn't even bother to glance back at the rising smoke that inevitably rose from the crater that had once been Trafalgar Square. It wasn't necessary. She had known exactly what she had been doing when she made her move and while it didn't show on Issildia's face, Jade knew she had gotten to her to a small degree. It wasn't enough to throw her off balance, but it was enough for now. "Such a bother isn't it." She asked softly, her lips drawn back into a crude sneer. "The human in you, highly unnecessary if you ask me." Jade offered a shrug, not caring if Issildia was actually caring to listen to what she had to say. She was here to complete her mission, not carry on a conversation with her but really, it couldn't be helped.

Issildia's voice was icy and sharp, a weapon as much as the sabre at her side really. She thought that she could intimidate Jade but she was wrong. The shifter was as ready as Issildia was for this fight and knowing that she had the advantage only heightened her blood lust all that much more. The fact that she was to bring Issildia in alive was a burden to say the least but they never said anything about her being undamaged now did they? Not drawing her own weapon yet, she waited carefully, watching Issildia move across the beam, unafraid of the height they were at. Tantrum? Is that what she called it? How amusing. She hadn't seen a tantrum yet...

Pulling her favored gun from its holster at her side, she tilted her head and grinned at Issildia as the sound of her sabre thrummed in the air. The air was charged with so much energy between the two Torchwood agents. Perhaps they had been pitted against one another for the simple reason to see who was superior, to see which construct had been the better idea. Issildia or Jade. It had always been coming down to this, always, since Issildia had been born and Jade had been constructed. This had been their destiny, their showdown and for what? For Torchwood's own amusement? Hard to say the reasons behind Torchwood's need to recall Issildia before her mission had been completed. Yes, she had shown signs that she was able to change and that frightened them, but it was their own fears that had caused her to rebel. Had that been their intention or their mistake?

Jade didn't think on such things, it wasn't her concern really. Though Issildia's next words did get to her to some degree. Would she be recycled once this was all over? Reprogrammed for a new mission or would she simply cease to exist? The fear of such a thing occurring was there but Jade didn't wish to think on that. "And your first mistake was simply existing, though I suppose you can't be entirely faulted on that." Jade remained still as a statue, watching and waiting for Issildia to make a move. "I've studied a lot about you, I never thought monologuing was something you'd do but I suppose even a mistake such as yourself can surprise." That was all Issildia was in Jade's eyes. She wasn't a being, an organism or significance, she was nothing but a big fat mistake.

“If the Institute has dispatched you to bring in one of their own, what makes you consider even for a moment, that right now, five billion years into the future , Torchwood is not growing another little monster to come and fetch you for…recycling, as well.” It was possible of course, maybe her own recovering was in full operation now. "That is very possible, probable even, still they'll have to catch me first." She said with a shrug. While Issildia displayed rage and anger, Jade was the epitome of indifference and calm, she didn't allow any rage to cloud her judgment nor did she allow Issildia to feel that she had gotten to her at all. She was nothing like Issildia, she was a mix of DNA that had been created in the confines of Torchwood but she was nothing like Issildia.

She was better.

She was more. Everyone Issildia hadn't been, hadn't allowed to be. Never would be. She was more.

"Your future may become my own, but do not believe for a moment that you and I are anything alike. Torchwood will come for me one day, the difference is I anticipate it and welcome the challenge." Taking aim with her gun, she fired three shots without any warning. She didn't plan on allowing Issildia too close with that saber. She was able to shapeshift and there was a chance she'd be able to regrow a limb through shapeshift but what a bugger it would be to do and there was no real guarantee either. "Let's dance, Mistake."

Tags; Issildia
Word Count: 1006
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Lyrics; I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjmin
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