| abstract | - Unfinished Business is a companion quest for Cassandra in Dragon Age: Inquisition. Since the Seekers' strange absence, some of their high profile cases have been left unchecked. Help Cassandra hunt the targets down.
- Unfinished Business is the fifty-fifth episode of Transformers: Rescue Bots. It first aired in the United States on November 22, 2014 on Discovery Family.
- Unfinished Business, to sto dwudziesty dziewiąty odcinek z niedokończoną animacją serialu animowanego Wojny Klonów (2008-2014).
- "Unfinished Business" is an unfinished episode from the animated television series Star Wars: The Clone Wars. It premiered in story reel form on April 17, 2015 at Celebration Anaheim, and it was later released online on April 29, 2015.
- 'Town Crier Town Crier tells you, "I have heard that the exclusive vendors in the Graveyard, the Colosseum, and the Olthoi-infested lands have new items in stock. Books, I'm told. Very interesting books..." Town Crier tells you, "News! A strange crystalline formation has pushed out of the ground in the mountains of the mid-north Direlands. I wonder what it could mean?" Town Crier tells you, "Scouts report a new town has appeared on top of a plateau in the desert ridges between Samsur and Tufa! But there seems to be something strange about the locals..." Town Crier tells you, "Sounds like all the investigations around those pyramids up in the north have finally led to something." Town Crier tells you, "Word is that the game hunter Rand has tagged a new set of Derethian beasts to challenge the skills of the island's keenest hunters." Town Crier tells you, "The Explorers' Society has marked another set of locations around Dereth! See which ones you can find!" Town Crier tells you, "Word is that the Sclavus have built a fortress on the Dark Isle, and volatile substances can be found in the tunnels beneath." Town Crier tells you, "A member of the Tanada clan of Nanjou Shou-jen has appeared in Hebian-To, asking for assistance! Unfortunately, she only seems to trust people who raided the Temple of Black Waters on the Tanada's behalf." Town Crier tells you, "A way into those hovering pyramids has been found. It turns out all of those creatures who invaded our towns are in there working on those colored stones they were after. But be careful, most of those who ventured inside have not returned." Town Crier tells you, "Have you heard about the Tanada clan member setting up in Hebian-To and recruiting past allies? I guess the Tanada haven't finished all their housecleaning, even with Aerbax in retreat." Town Crier tells you, "The Explorers' Society has marked a new set of locations around Dereth. Seek out Sean the Speedy in Holtburg if you are interested." Town Crier tells you, "I'm ever so curious about the new books you can find at the exclusive currency vendors of the Colosseum, the Graveyard, and the Olthoi-infested northlands. They're supposed to be real handy for mages." Town Crier tells you, "If you have the time and the inclination, stop by Holtburg and see what kind of wild beasts Rand has tagged for hunters this time. I don't think he's interested in the same creatures any more." Town Crier tells you, "Have you heard about the mysterious crystalline crag? It's in the rolling mountains in the mid-north Direlands. There appear to be some bizarre new forms of wisp out there." Town Crier tells you, "Scouts have reported an interesting new substance found in the tunnels beneath the new Sclavus settlement in the Dark Isle. They say it has properties similar to those old Volcano Infusions..." Town Crier tells you, "We have heard interesting reports of a town that mysteriously just appeared atop a portal in the A'mun desert, somewhere between Samsur and Tufa. Apparently there is a scholar named Marcus conducting some unorthodox magical research out there." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Well, I suppose I could tell you just what's going on with this crystalline crag that came out of the Direlands. But I'm a little too thirsty to get into it." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "That was a hint, kid. Get me a stout." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Marcus? Oh, that old fool who's stuck in Mar'uun? No, wait, I don't even know who you're talking about. I haven't met this Marcus. Not yet, anyway." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "The pyramids? I thought we had taken care of all that T'thuun business. And by we, I mean me, single-handedly of course, like every other threat that shows up around here." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Oh, good. Rand's changed the list of creatures he wants people to hunt. I was pretty tired of hunting all those adolescent Gromnies. They make terrible sausages. Takes a whole stout to wash one down." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Yep, I know Tanada Sajo, that nice masked girl who showed up in Hebian-To. Knew her parents. They raised her to be very polite. To this day she still says 'Excuse me' when she slits the throat of an enemy of her clan. Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "So let me get this straight. These strange unidentified pyramids show up and start flying around the landscape. Now you want to be portaled up into one of them to investigate? You're not familiar with the term 'probed' are you." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "I knew the Tanada weren't out of the woods yet. I know they're supposed to be the virtuous assassins and all, but it's kinda funny how easily corrupted a ninja clan can be. There's an old saying... Gaze not into the Abyss, for ye will see nothing, and hurt your eyes. Wait, is that how it goes?" Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Old Marcus from Mar'uun came to me for help with his magic studies once. I played a joke on him and fed him a little misinformation. Just a harmless little prank. How much can go wrong?" Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Oh I already hit all those new points the Explorers' Society marked off. A walk in the park. Well, not really, because we don't actually have any parks. But a park would be a good landmark to tag. If we had any." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Yep, I went down to the Colosseum to get one of those new books they're offering. High quality spellcasting tomes. Very stylish, too. Now if I only had a bell and a candle to go with my book, I could take care of Claude once and for all." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "Oh, those servants of T'thuun are still kicking around making trouble, are they? Well, they better not threaten my stout supply again, or I'll smack 'em around worse than I did their master." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "I can tell you exactly what's bubbling underneath that walled fortress the Sclavus put up on the Dark Isle. Caverns, dark and dangerous, filled with hissing snakemen. Oh, and a surprisingly nice winery. Lovely chardonnay they serve there. That is, if I was the sort of person to drink chardonnay." Ulgrim the Unpleasant tells you, "What do you mean, you've never heard of chardonnay?"
- Nun da die Gefahr für die UNSC Infinity abgewehrt wurde, wird das Feuerteam Crimson wieder nach "Apex" auf Requiem entsendet. Dort hat die Allianz die Abwesenheit der UNSC-Truppen dazu genutzt, Portale zu errichten, um Verstärkung in das Gebiet zu bringen. Spartan Jared Miller befiehlt ihnen, diese auszuschalten und Apex zurückzuerobern. Durch eine von feindlichen Einheiten beschützte Höhle erreicht Crimson das erste Portal. Nach dessen Deaktivierung verlassen die Spartans den Untergrund in Richtung ihres zweiten Ziels. Im Freien werden sie von der Allianz mit einigen Shade-Geschützen und Ghosts am Vorrücken gehindert. Nichtsdestotrotz können auch die letzten beiden Portale ausgeschaltet werden. Während Crimson die verbleibenden Truppen und einen zur Verstärkung eingeflogenen Wraith neutralisiert, empfängt Miller ein Signal auf einer Allianzfrequenz. Seltsamerweise scheint es in einem Muster zu senden, das dem Morsecode für "SOS" entspricht. Da das Signal bereits wieder verschwunden ist, will Miller die Frequenz erst einmal weiter beobachten. Sobald das Gebiet endgültig gesichert und eine Landezone für das Feuerteam Lancer markiert wurde, meldet sich das Feuerteam Majestic über Funk und erbittet Unterstützung. Commander Sarah Palmer beauftragt daraufhin Crimson mit der Mission und lässt sie abholen.
- Gold Reward File:GoldIcon.png Reputation Disposition Type Creatures Enemies Quest ID Unfinished Business is a quest in The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. Vilena Donton sends the Hero to Modryn Oreyn in Chorrol. He tells them that a rather undependable Guildmate named Maglir has defaulted on a contract to recover a journal from a mine infested with undead. The Hero must locate Maglir and find out why he has not returned to Chorrol.
- "Unfinished Business" is the fifteenth episode of Season One of Criminal Minds.
- Roy talks to his father concerning Xykon.
- Secret revenge unfinished business list: Scare the annoying little snots over the road. (note: must ask Annie if we can make blood run down walls or projectile vomit. If not, why not?) Alter the menu at the coffee shop so that all the ‘grande’ signs now read ‘large’ and latte reads milky and cookie is biscuit (I might be there a while). Haunt those so called ‘Doctors’ that said nothing was wrong with me. Hypochondriac, am I? Let’s see if you’re still saying that when I drag my own dead body into your office. And leave it propped up in your chair. Wearing a dunce’s cap. (Note: Unsure where to buy a dunce’s cap? Do they still make them? Also, locate my body from morgue. Come to think of it, my own dead body is a great revenge resource. I think it may well be turning up on the doorsteps of quite a few people who have annoyed me over the years (Note: buy wheelbarrow) Go to toy shops and vandalise every single toy that bleeps or speaks or honks. Ensure that they never make any kind of noise ever again. You monsters have ruined your last nap! Scratch all the records that Mr Parsons refused to lend me. And then put them in the wrong sleeves. And then burn them. Preferably with stupid face watching the whole time. Go into the women’s changing rooms at the Athletics Club/swimming pool/gym. Basically, see lots of naked women. But nothing over 50 years old. Sod it, 40. You’re only dead once (PS- the exception to the forty years rule is Helen Mirren) Try to possess Helen Mirren. And if it works, gets her to take her top off. Oh, forgot. Already tried that. Ended up dead. Prove the old saying that queen does actually go to the toilet just like everyone else. (by watching her go to the toilet) Go to a spiritualist church and/or séance and see if anyone can see me. If they can’t put superglue in the locks. Put laxative in the bitter at the legion (Belonging to the catering corp of the TA gives me just as much right to drink there as any other serviceman and they will rue the day that they rejected my application) Eavesdrop at my own funeral. Anyone who speaks ill of me is getting a flat tyre. Probably make my own body sit up. (If closed casket, then knocking will have to do) Slam the gate on the Postman’s finger for all the times he forgot to close it. Stand in the middle of the bypass that used to keep me awake in the eighties and moon at the cars (I realise they can’t see me doing it, but it’s the principle that counts) Pee in the pool at the leisure centre. (can I still pee? If not at least there’s no more getting up ten times a night). The list was first published here
- Unfinished Business (引けない戦い, Unfinished Battle) is an Event Track in Xenoblade Chronicles, composed and arranged by Yoko Shimomura, with additional string arrangement by Tsutomu Narita. It is track 18 of disc 1 from the Xenoblade Original Soundtrack. This music is a pre-battle theme that is heard in only one cutscene, outside of the Ether Mine on Freight Road when Dickson and Dunban arrive to help the party against Metal Face and his Mechon force.
- Unfinished Business is an interlude in the night elf campaign Terror of the Tides.
- "Unfinished Business" is the nineteenth episode of the first season of Arrow, and the nineteenth episode overall. It aired on April 3, 2013.
- Clef’s eyes opened slowly, and then shut immediately as the bleary light blinded him. He felt cold and naked, his flesh crawling with barely remembered frostbite and a decade of immobility. Was he awake, now? Was this another of the cold dreams? He felt a hand on his wrist—warm, soft, female flesh. His eyes opened again, and he blinked hard, staring directly at the large, perky breasts. “Dr. Clef?” Clef’s eyes never left her chest. “You have me at a disadvantage, Miss…?” The woman adjusted her top. “It’s doctor. Doctor Lore.” He watched her fumbling modestly. She was lying, he knew. That was not her name. Chances are, he’d never know what it really was. “What happened?” asked Clef. “You’ve been released from cryogenic incarceration,” said Lore, handing the naked doctor a towel. “We need your help.” “Old problem or new?” asked Clef. “Old.” “239 or 343?” “239.” “About time they killed the little brat.” “She’s not so little anymore,” Lore said, passing the file to Clef. “You just keep reality benders around, Dr. Gears? That seems a little foolish, even by the Foundation’s standards.” “I can assure you, she is completely under our control, Commandant Schmetterling,” replied the shorter, bald man. Schmetterling appeared unconvinced by Gears' assurances. Gears knew that the Coalition officer was not the happiest envoy the Foundation had ever received, especially not since he was informed of 239’s continued existence. “We thought your operatives had subdued her,” said Schmetterling, irritably. “We knew you killed the other one. We saw it from one of our observatories. I was under the impression that this one was also eliminated.” “I’m afraid not,” said Gears, evenly. “Well,” said Schmetterling, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to let my superiors know that the Foundation has still yet to come to its senses.” Clef tied the robe around his midsection, not bothering to attempt to hide the erection he’d sported since he woke up and saw Lore. “Where to now, Sugartits?” “I’m to take you to be briefed, Dr. Clef. You’ll be meeting with the current head of 239’s project.” “Karrington?” “Dr. Karrington was killed by 239-X in the 2017 attempt. It’s all in the report.” Clef shrugged and looked around him. For five stories up, elongated tubes of glass and cryogenics held the Foundation’s prisoners. When he’d been imprisoned, the facility had been a third this size, newly implemented for cost purposes. When the O5’s found out it was cheaper to freeze them than feed them, dozens of prisoners were transported here. Clef stopped short, suddenly looking at the familiar faces behind the glassy ice. There was Imants, a slight smirk passing over his pale face, as if he'd just heard a joke that only he had understood. Next to him was Glass, sporting a look of shocked surprise. Clef turned to Lore. “What sort of look did I have on while I was frozen?” “You looked horny,” said Lore impassively. Clef smiled and turned back to the tubes. The next one was no surprise. Clef was shocked that he himself had been 'contained' before Kondraki, one of the earliest results of the Foundation's changing ambitions. The face of his sometimes friend was twisted with rage, open in a still silent scream, eyes narrowed with anger and disbelief. Next to him, frozen alongside his static form in the clear, perfect ice, a few butterflies remained, still shimmering. Clef raised his hand and placed it on the unit. A few seconds later, he removed it and smiled. “You always were a son of a bitch, Kondraki.” He turned back to Lore. “You bastards have anyone else I know in here?” “Not really,” said Lore. “Mostly a few witnesses who were immune to Class-A’s. One or two trespassers, some of Dr. Bright’s other selves.” “Jack’s still around?” “No,” said Lore. She was lying again, Clef knew. He always knew. Clef sat across the table from the short, dowdy woman in the white lab coat. She had been scowling at him since he walked into the room. Clef, for his part, wasn’t paying attention. He’d sat with the robe at its most revealing, reading the file he’d been given as slowly as he possibly could. Once or twice, he looked up at the woman, smiled, and returned his attention to the file. After a while, he stopped, laid the file down and looked at her. “Are you all complete fucking morons?” he asked. “Excuse me?” said the woman, whose name Clef hadn’t even bothered to learn. “Psychological tricks? Crushing force? Stabbing her with a knife? Shooting her with a gun? Where the hell are the backup plans?” “Each test was approved by a majority of the O5 command and I don’t see—” “Do you know how to read?” asked Clef suddenly, dangerously. The woman didn’t reply. “I’ll take that as a no. I’ve completed, either alone or with some aid, the disposal of more than fourteen reality shifters for the Foundation alone. More than fourteen confirmed kills. I can’t say more than that, because no one will tell me what’s still classified, but I’m sure that even with what I must assume is your piteously low security clearance, you were allowed to read at least some of my exploits?” “Yes,” she replied. “I’ve read the termination reports for several of the SCP’s you were inv—” “Did you pay attention?” interrupted Clef again. “What?” “Did you pay attention to a single, goddamned thing I wrote in them?” “Of course. The methods you used have been tested and found lacking for our purposes.” “Those ‘methods,’ as you call them, are merely scaffolding. You have to build on the scaffolding for it to hold up anything. Did you all just freeze everyone who was worth a damn around here?” The woman shifted uncomfortable in her seat, not looking at Clef. “Then what do you propose, Doctor?” “Simple,” smiled Clef grimly. “Since her subconscious defenses have been refined so far… I’m going to wake her up.” “You’re waking her up?” yelled Schmetterling, turning suddenly and looking through the ten inches of transparent steel, as if the figure on the other side might have heard him. He dropped his voice, but his anger remained. “Are you all insane?” “No,” replied Gears. “We have our best operative on the case.” “Who?” snapped Schmetterling. “Who the hell do you think is capable of removing a Type Green that you’ve allowed to progress this far?” “Dr. Clef,” replied Gears. “We’ve released him from confinement for this task.” “Clef?” asked Schmetterling. “Alto Clef?” “Do you know any other Clefs, Commandant?” “Well, yes,” the representative replied, looking back through the steel at the sleeping form. Gears made a mental note to check in Schmetterling's claim, and then moved to stand next to him. “You’ve nothing to fear, Commandant,” replied Gears. “The situation is well in hand.” Schmetterling’s jowls quivered as he turned back to Gears. “So you say, Doctor. Tell me. Aren’t you worried about this?” “Oh, yes,” said Gears, his expression unchanging, his voice perfectly, almost supernaturally level. Dr. Clef is to be given access to any materials he currently requires. All personnel are to assist Dr. Clef by any and all non-carnal means. However, Dr. Clef is not to be informed of the continued existence of any personnel involved in his capture. Dr. Lore is designated as go-between for Clef and any wishing to contact him. Clef walked into the Victorian styled study and smiled at the fragrance of pipe smoke and old books. The old man was seated in high-backed chair with a hardbound copy of Don Quixote open in his lap. The old man looked up and started with surprise before smiling. “Doctor Clef!” he exclaimed, his grin widening until the wrinkles of his face became subsumed by it. “Hello, 343.” “Oh please,” said the old man, waving away the designation. “No numbers between friends. Sit. Please.” Clef knew the chair would be there before he even bent his knees. He settled into a comfortable, overstuffed chair and looked at the elderly gentleman. “We both know what you are,” said Clef, as seriously as he could. “I’ve never said anything about you, not to anyone, nor recommended your termination, mainly because you stayed at Level 3 and never posed a significant threat.” The old man continued to smile happily. “You remember me from the G.O.C., then? Geneva? 1989?” The old man nodded, not quite as happily as before. “And you remember that you owe me a favor?” The aged gentleman’s smile faded slightly. “Yes, Doctor. I remember.” “I’ve come to collect. There’s another Type Green. This one has progressed to Level 4.” “I’m very old now, Doctor. I’m not sure how useful I can be. Sometimes, I look for books, but I can’t remember their names. And they’re just not there anymore. Just the other day, a young man came in here to ask me about… about something. And I forgot he was here. And then he wasn’t. Just gone, and I can’t remember him. No one wants to say anything…” Tears formed at the corners of 343’s crinkled eyes. Clef almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Until he remembered Geneva. “Your aid will be necessary.” “I am a man of honor, Doctor. I will do whatever you need.” Clef stood to leave. The hard part was over. Clef sat at the table, going over his plans once again. SCP-343 would be located in the middle of the fallout zone. Clef himself would be the bait. 239 should remember him, and once awake, her subconscious defenses would be significantly weaker. That should allow him to— Clef heard the door open and looked up as Schmetterling entered. “I didn’t think you would ever be released, Doctor Clef,” said Schmetterling. “Do I know you?” “I’m not surprised you don’t recognize me,” replied Schmetterling. “It’s been a long time.” Clef merely shrugged. “What do you want?” “Only to give you something. A reward, for your service to the G.O.C.” Schmetterling reached toward his pocket, but stopped as the shotgun suddenly became leveled cleanly at his face. “The outline of your pocket looks like a gun,” replied Clef. “It is a gun,” said Schmetterling. He reached into his pocket, and slowly pulled out the purple revolver. He turned it slightly―handle first―and passed it to the other man. Clef smiled. “This used to be one of ours, didn’t it?” “The Atomic Revolver. Reported lost by your Foundation several years ago. We found it.” “And you had nothing to do with the original disappearance?” “The G.O.C.? Of course not,” said Schmetterling. "I wasn't asking about the G.O.C.," replied Clef. Schmetterling merely shrugged. "It was good to see you again, Doctor Clef. I wish you the best of luck." Clef nodded, watching the other man’s back as he left the room. He quickly picked up the purple revolver and slid it into his pocket. Lore walked in carrying two drinks and set them down between Clef and herself. “What’d the Commandant want?” “To talk about old times,” replied Clef. “Funny,” she said. “He never mentioned that he’d worked with you.” “He didn’t,” said Clef. Clef shut the safe, taking the small box carefully in his hands. He smiled. His trump card was ready, and everyone would soon be in place. He still had no idea what exactly he was going to be walking into, but he owed the Foundation this one. He shivered, remembering the coldness of his preemptive coffin, and cracked his knuckles. “Do you really think this will work?” asked Lore. “It should. She shouldn’t be able to do anything about it from the other side.” The mirror was slowly raised into place by the workmen as Clef palmed the jasper colored disk back and forth in his hand. “And if it doesn’t?” “Then break the mirror before I get back.” Clef looked at Gears, examining the shorter man briefly. “Dr. Clef. You are looking well.” “Gears. You look old as shit.” Gears merely handed the keycard to Clef. “This will get you all the way through the designated path. You’ll find the telekill body armor in the observation room, as well at the equipment you requested. Good luck, Dr. Clef.” “Is that all, Gears?” “Pardon, Dr. Clef?” “You locked me in a frozen hell for eleven years, and I don’t even get an apology?” “You were trying to kill our colleague, Dr. Clef. I was ordered to assist in your capture.” Clef grimaced at Gears and turned to walk into the Observation Room. “Alto?” Clef stopped. “What, Gears?” “It was… a regrettable set of circumstances.” The chamber was quiet, except for the quiet hum of a dozen computers. This was the core of the facility, where everything was stored. Dozens of firewalls, hundreds of security protocols. All of them bypassed. The man at the control panel typed for a few moments, laughed, and typed again. He walked over to the nearest set of panels, pulled out two of them, and slid the archival system into place. Clef watched Gears walk away, heading to the last of the evacuation choppers. Site 19 was now abandoned, mostly. Those handful remaining were either vital to Clef’s plans or wouldn’t interfere with it. He waited for perhaps fifteen minutes, looking through the steel at 239’s sleeping form. She was a young woman now, mature. And thanks to years of wrongfully committed attempts, particularly hard to kill. He watched her, watched the fading phantasms of her id flicker about the room, scratching at the telekill walls. He turned and picked up the thin helmet, strapping it to his head. The body armor was a little bulkier than he’d anticipated, but it fit well enough. He pulled on the gloves, fingered the purple gun underneath his jacket, and felt through his pockets until he found the tiny box containing his emergency backup. He grinned and picked up the keycard Gears had given him. Sliding it into a control panel in front of the glass, he flipped the switches all down into their off position and pulled out the revolver, bringing it up to point at the slowly rousing reality shifter. The hammer fell, and a loud crack echoed through the room as the steel bent and shattered inward. Clef was running very quickly. He could feel her back there, floating somewhere. He risked a glance backward, watching the floors buckle into water and piss, dirt and air. He hoped she would be off-balance enough from the medications that she would be less capable, less able to affect the environmental changes on the universe. He was pretty sure it was a pointless hope, now. He rounded the corner as the walls slid into chunks of burning babies, the smell of human flesh turning his stomach slightly, then making it growl uncomfortably. One more turn, and he’d be at ground zero. Another ten feet, nine, eight, seven… He burst through the doors, looking expectantly for 343 to be standing in position. Lore was waiting next to the large mirror as Clef pounded through the double doors panting. He looked at her, incredulous. “The fuck are you still doing here?” “You guys never work alone, right? I’m here to help.” “I’m not alone!” screamed Clef, as the doors behind him became a series of kittens with Barbie Doll arms sticking out of their eyes. “Where’s 343?!” The doors opened slowly. The being floating through them didn’t look like it was now or had ever been a little girl. Years of atrophy had turned her limbs into spindly wires of flesh wrapped around bone. She wasn’t able to lift them, or even to turn her head. The tubes that had hung out of her arms were now crawling over her body like centipedes. The wall of kittens began to mewl, plaintively. She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but only a gurgle came out. She looked at Clef and gurgled again, louder, angrily. Her bowels began to empty black, blood smelling feces onto the floor, which in turn morphed into coals, and began to spread out slowly, burningly. Clef was preparing to make a mad dash when the floor’s progression slowed and stopped. He blinked twice and looked around the room. 343 was standing just behind Lore, his face knit in concentration. The old man’s nose had a drop of blood forming from the left nostril, slowly running down over the crest of his lip, and dropping to his shirt. 343 flinched. “If you’re going to do something, Doctor…” Clef raised the gun again, and clicking the hammer back, let it fall. The gun popped slightly, bars of energetic power running over its metal surface. “FUCK!” screamed Clef. “A goddamned recharge rate?!” The girl screamed in rage, and 343 cried out, staggered by the changes she was forcing into the world. The drugs in her system were quickly dissipating, her control over the world around her returning. Clef grabbed Lore and pushed her hard, leaving her tottering toward the far wall of the wide room as he madly dashed for the opposite side. The floating woman turned the air into chlorine for a moment, just a moment, before 343 could stop her. A child in an adult body, broken and beaten over the course of a decade, lashing out with her shattered mind. The older SCP was kneeling on the floor, ears bleeding. His knotted hands were clenched, as his foe turned for the moment from Clef to float toward him. It was almost beautiful to watch, Clef thought, stopping for an instant to observe what he hoped was a rare circumstance. The distance between them crackled as the hovering female changed things, reversing the laws of physics and existence as 343 set them back into place. It was like watching a petulant child throwing her toys to the floor and her patient grandfather picking them up and setting them right. Clef edged around near the now dead kitten door, raising the revolver again. He fired, the painful report running up his arm as chunks of the hovering menace were ripped from her body and thrown behind her to the mirror. She screamed as the cancers started to form almost instantly under her flesh. “Don’t care much for that, do you little girl?” shouted Clef, as 343 suddenly locked the universal order back into place. Clef dropped the gun and bull rushed her before she could recover, hitting her tiny midsection sharply and pushing her toward the mirror, grasping the red disk and shoving. They fell into a strange field, with rolling wheat and smells of emptiness. The girl was rolling on the ground, willing herself up off the ground pitifully. Clef stood nearby, knocking the bits of wheat and grass off his armor. He walked over and forced her body over, straddling her small, heaving chest. “Sorry, dearie,” he said, smirking. “Different world, different rules.” He placed both his hands around her neck and brought his thumbs up to her trachea. Tears ran down her face, her quivering lips pleading wordlessly with him to reconsider. As the brittle, malnourished bones snapped, her eyes thankfully glossed in the pleasant emptiness of oblivion. Clef stood and walked back toward the mirror. "Should have done that years ago…" Clef stepped back through the mirror, unlocking the telekill body gear he was wearing and dropping it to the floor. 343 leaned against the wall nearby, being tended to by Lore. Clef watched as she dabbed the blood away from the old man’s eyes before he cleared his throat. Lore looked up, smiled, and ran to the edge of the mirror. “239’s status?” “Eliminated,” said Clef. “Good,” said Lore. She brought the gun only as far as Clef’s midsection before she fired. Clef felt parts of him tear out of his back and staggered backward to the frame of the mirror. He looked up at Lore, the smiling face holding the violet pistol, feeling a tugging sense of recognition. “Jack?” Lore smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, of course, Alto. Who else?” Clef was sagging now, his legs giving out as the internal and external bleeding set in. Dr. Bright jiggled happily as she sneered down at the bleeding, middle-aged man laying on the floor. “I don’t take kindly to people who try to kill me, Clef, regardless of the circumstances.” "Really, Jack? But they were very good circumstances. Not even friends?" asked Clef. "What's a little murder between friends?" "Especially not friends." “That’s too bad, Jack,” said Clef, throwing up parts of his stomach. “You look good enough to fuck.” Clef rolled over, struggling to stand up. Bright let him, if for no other reason than it made the blood pour out of his gaping body that much faster. “You forgot one thing though, Jack,” said Clef, feeling his muscles twitching around the cancers forming in his midsection. “What’s that, Alto?” “You're jewelry.” Clef stood in front of the mirror, smiling bloodily as he held SCP-963 at arm’s length in his gloved hand. “Goodbye, Jack.” As Clef lurched back through the mirror, Bright brought the pistol up a second time, pulling the trigger. The gun popped, electrical arcs running up and down its length. Bright screamed and rushed toward the mirror, but as she did, a loud shot―gunpowder and copper―echoed through the room, striking the disk hovering in the center of the glass. As Bright reached the mirror, she saw the disk chip, ever so slightly, and cease glowing. She whirled around, looking for the source of the shot, raising the pistol over her head in rage. She found no one. The room was cold as Schmetterling walked down the hall, shouldering the sniper rifle. It had been a while since he’d done any shooting, and he was proud that he still had the touch. He walked methodically toward the frozen tube, entered the old password they hadn’t thought to delete, and smiled boldly as Imants fell bodily to the floor. He leaned down and slapped his face a few time. “Imants. IMANTS!” “Whoza? ”Schmetterling sighed and picked up the larger man, resting him on his shoulder. He left the rifle behind and picked up the data backup, stashing it in his pocket. As he passed Dr. Kondraki’s tube, he stopped, looking at the frozen visage. “C’mon,” he said. “I’m going to need all of you to help cover our escape.” The tube shimmered as the butterflies flapped away from the empty containment chamber, floating around Schmetterling and his rescued friend for a moment before both of them vanished. Jack Bright sat in the director’s office, tapping her polished nails on the desk. This would be a set back. The amount of time needed to repair SCP-093 was unknown, if it could be repaired at all, and the disappearance of Kondraki from containment was highly unsettling. Bright stood and walked to the far wall, entering the long and complex code that was required for someone without stable voice recognition or handprint. The door slid open, revealing a carefully crafted box. She opened it, revealing the almost circle with the three, inward pointing arrows. ‘Only a set back, Alto,’ thought Jack. ‘Only a set back.’ Alto Clef sat breathing heavily in a field of wheat and emptiness. He could feel the effects of having a Higgs boson thrown through his midsection, knew he didn’t have too much longer to live, and that what time he did have would be unpleasant. If he’d still had a gun, he might have shot himself, but since he didn’t… Clef looked at the amulet. Tilting his head back, he positioned it perfectly over his mouth, and dropped it down his throat, thinking in his last moments how much nicer oblivion would be than the perpetual, eternally cold dreams. And somewhere, somewhere on the other side of our world's mirrors, a cancer ridden, bleeding body shuts down―and reawakens screaming.
- Unfinished Business was a flag on the Sage Ocean. It was formed on April 29th, 2008 by Quaziro, Hotnoob and Brandino. Hotnoob was declared the figurehead monarch, but in reality the flag is equally led by all the founders.
- Unfinished Business is a short fiction written by Rich Wulf for a tournament.[2]
- Unfinished Business is the twenty-seventh episode of Power Rangers Wild Force and the first episode of Power Rangers to air on ABC Kids. The episode marks the reappearance of Zen-Aku.
- Unfinished Business is an upcoming comedy film directed by Ken Scott and written by Steven Conrad.
- In game time: October 6, 2354 Narrator: Akai Players: Akai, Feyrin, Tanya, Dusk Location: The city of Alexandria, on planet Osiris Summary: Feyrin returns to the planet Osiris, just over two years since she had woken up there in the captivity of the late Dr. Chandler. She has some unfinished business there: in planning for her future career running a mercenary company, she needs to pick up a suit of custom made powered armor from an Confed base where she once served. While she is there she decides to check in on Tanya Ames, Akai's ex-girlfriend, to see how she has been doing. She finds that Tanya has turned her house into a fortress of sorts, the residence being decorated in odd amulets and sculptures. She also has a guard dog, specifically and uplifted German Shepherd named Rob. It turns out that Tanya has been stalked and menaced in recent months by dark figures with red eyes, and the only way she's been able to keep them away is by using amulets imbued with some strange power. Feyrin finds that the amulets have an odd resonance with her, boosting her own innate supernatural abilities, and so she inquires about them. Tanya reveals to Feyrin that she got the amulets from a panther Recom by the name of Dusk, who lives in an alley next to a theater in downtown Alexandria. Feyrin goes downtown to meet Dusk, and finds that the reclusive cat has been making the amulets for years, as part of an ongoing battle against extra-dimensional menaces. He reveals to Feyrin that the shadowy figures stalking Tanya are Imaja, the same strange alien species as Akai. He's not certain why they have such a strong interest in Tanya, but he said that people like him and Feyrin are gifted with special powers by the universe itself as a means of defending it from malevolent intruders, and that she should make use of her power. He gives her an amulet of his making, a silver ankh, that in turn enhances Feyrin's powers. He explains that the amulets contain written affirmations of the universe's power and purpose, something that extra-dimensional intruders consider to be repulsive. Feyrin returns to Tanya's house by bus, and it is rapidly going dark. While debarking at a bust stop she is assaulted by a pair of insectoid drones, controlled by an Imaja nearby, known as Dr. Nevins. He was hoping to capture Feyrin alive so he could reprogram her mind and use her as a means of getting Tanya out of her hiding place. Feyrin uses her powers to kill the drones, then opens fire at the Imaja, only to find that he has an energy shield to protect him from the bullets. She then throws her amulet at him, and it breaks through his defenses, and injures him simply by touching him. She confiscates a strange orb from him, a device that he used to generate his force shield, and apparently also a means of creating a gate from his homeworld of Tarlec to any place he chooses. She interrogates Dr. Nevins, finding out that his purpose in stalking Tanya is that he wants her to join their order, not only because she has a brilliant mind but because she has an incurable form of brain cancer that has not yet been diagnosed by her own doctors. If she does not join them she will die within a matter of months, and they don't want to lose such a sharp mind. Feyrin agrees to convey this information to Tanya, but warns the Imaja to keep his distance in the mean time. Feyrin goes to Tanya's place and tells her what she found out. Tanya contacts her doctor and requests that some recent tests that were done on her be reevaluated, and see if they had missed anything the first time around. The two talk at length about the benefits of Tanya joining the Imaja versus her taking the risk of fighting the cancer, which gives her a low chance of survival. Feyrin leaves the choice to Tanya, and gets some rest. In the meantime Tanya contacts Akai, back in Shangri-La, and discusses what it is like to be an Imaja, and whether or not he would recommend her joining. The next morning, Feyrin heads out to the Confed military base and fills out a requisition order to get her suit of armor, as well as a military truck that she can use to carry it back to the space port and make arrangements to return to Ceres. She sees Tanya one last time, finding that she has decided to join the Imaja and take the chance of losing her humanity in return for being cured of her disease and having a brand new career. Feyrin takes her to where Dr. Nevins is waiting, in a Chinese restaurant under construction inside of a strip mall. She gives Nevins his orb back and says her goodbyes to Tanya before she and the Imaja depart for Tarlec, leaving Feyrin and Rob behind. Tanya had left everything she owned to Rob, who decided in turn to retire from the bodyguard business and just relax. Feyrin then departs from Osiris, with her hardware, and returns to Ceres, where she later has lunch with Akai and they discuss the situation back on Osiris.
- "The Bad Batch" es el vigésimo episodio de la sexta temporada de la serie de televisión Star Wars: The Clone Wars. El episodio fue lanzado en StarWars.com como parte de un arco el 29 de abril de 2015, como parte de The Clone Wars Legacy. A pesar de estar incompleto, ya que la serie fue cancelada antes de que el episodio pudiera ser terminado, se considera parte del canon de Star Wars.
- A deceased ex-employee of OCP named Daniel O’Hara is brought back to life through an experimental concept called engraming. By surviving death and the conservation of captured brain wave patterns he is reborn in the machine built by unsuspecting privately licensed scientists and called Cyberwraith. Through flashbacks, he learns that RoboCop had killed O’Hara then seeks revenge. Their battle is intense but RoboCop defeats O’Hara by interfacing with his machine and overloading it's system with his own nightmares as a murdered cop reborn as a cyborg.
- Unfinished Business is the 20th episode of WrestleMania Rewind.
- Compte des survivants : 41 422 L'équipage du Galactica ont rétabli une vieille tradition militaire par la mise en place d'un ring de boxe et mettant de côté rang — par la mise des étiquettes de chien dans une boîte métallique — membres d'équipage et officiers librement duc il dehors dans les correspondances individuelles. Colonel Tigh est arbitre du match. Ailleurs en chambre superposés, Starbuck terminée pour avoir des relations sexuelles avec son ex-mari, Samuel. Starbuck, remarque que leur rencontre était juste ce qu'elle avait besoin et se lève pour quitter. Anders répond qu'il veut concilier leur mariage. Starbuck répond qu'elle n'est pas encore prête et qu'il se dirige vers les combats. Kara est responsable devant le match de boxe et observe Major Apollo perdu un match contre le capitaine « Helo » Agathon. Apollo quitte le ring et ramasse son chien tags pour signifier qu'il est quitter la compétition. Cependant, Starbuck supprime ses étiquettes dans la boîte et aiguillons un Apollo initialement réticent en lutte contre lui à la place. L'amiral Adama arrive avec la présidente Roslin, qui est un passionné de boxe, de regarder la prochaine série de combats ; Kat gagne contre un membre d'équipage féminin, et le Hot-Dog est éliminé rapidement par Starbuck. Adama observe puis chef Tyrol et son épouse Cally, rappelant un moment où la flotte s'installent d'abord New Caprica et Tyrol et Cally étaient toujours assignés à bord du Galactica. Tyrol demandé Adama pour obtenir l'autorisation de quitter le navire alors qu'il et enfant de Cally pourraient être nés et élevés vers le bas sur la planète. Adama a refusé la demande, en disant Tyrol qu'il et Cally sont nécessaires à bord. Retour à la boxe, Adama surprend Tyrol donner un de sa permission de l'équipage de regarder la lutte, même si le membre d'équipage n'a pas encore terminé la fixation d'un vaisseau spatial brisé. Sans avertissement, l'amiral les étapes dans l'anneau et raconte le chef Tyrol pour obtenir son « cul gras, paresseux » là avec lui. Tyrol pénètre comme commandé, pensant le match sera une blague jusqu'à ce que la cloche sonne et Adama lui frappe sur le tapis avec un crochet du droit rapide. Adama railleries Tyrol pour lui demander si c'est comment il a combattu vers le bas sur New Caprica. Insulté, Tyrol s'élève à ses pieds et commence à poser jusqu'à l'amiral. Adama est facilement plus adapté que le Tyrol avec colère lui triture dans les cordes en demandant si c'est ce qu'il voulait. Adama est enregistré pour le moment de la cloche. Adama s'assoit pour se reposer tandis que le docteur Cottle lui domine. Roslin se précipite à côté d'Adama et lui donne quelques conseils sur la façon de gagner, mais Adama répond qu'il ne peut avoir voulu gagner. Deux rond commence par Tyrol se précipiter Adama dans les cordes avec plus féroce martelant. Adama ne fait pas grand chose à résister, avec son visage réduit en bouillie sanglante. Tyrol étages finalement le vieil homme qui reste en bas pour le décompte. Un silence stupéfait tombe sur la foule comme le Tyrol et Tigh aident Adama à ses pieds. La lutte est terminée et Adama prend un moment pour dire à l'équipage qu'il a laisser tous les « trop proche » de lui, quelque chose qui doit prendre fin, et il n'est plus pardonnera laxisme parmi l'équipage que comme il est fait par le passé - il les laissa déposer leurs gardes pendant la colonisation initiale de New Caprica et l'humanité gauche exposés pour les Cylons ainsi. Comme l'amiral laisse, Tigh annonce les matches sont terminés et ordonne à tout le monde, retour au travail. Starbuck abandonnerai pas son combat prévu avec Apollo, cependant. Ils ont tous deux entrer dans l'anneau et lâché avec toutes leurs hostilités en bouteille vers le haut. Comme les poings mouche, flash-backs reprendre la scène de New Caprica. En fin de soirée d'une cérémonie, Apollo et Starbuck a trouvé un moment seul à parler. Starbuck avait bu (littéralement) de Anders sous la table, et il avait subi à froid sur le sol, sous une table. Apollo en a profité pour demander à Starbuck sur ses plans pour l'avenir, rêvant tout ce qui va devenir sa relation avec Anders. Retour à l'heure actuelle, le match de boxe entre Starbuck et Apollon s'intensifie. Dee montres comme Anders le fait remarquer que les deux ressemblent ils vont s'entretuent. Sur New Caprica les deux finissent par tête à l'extérieur de la ville à un champ isolé et ils finissent par faire l'amour. Par la suite, Starbuck demande ce qui se passera si quelqu'un apprend tout ce qu'ils ont fait — en particulier Anders ou Dee. Apollo se lève et crie littéralement vers le ciel de la nuit qu'il aime Kara Thrace, préoccupés par toute personne entendant. Hésitant au début, Starbuck finalement fait la même chose qu'elle aime Lee Adama en criant. Apollo dit Dee racontera la nouvelle situation et demande que Starbuck faire la même chose avec Anders. Dans le ring de boxe, Apollon frappe Starbuck au tapis à quel point les combats devient sale. Starbuck effectue un balayage de la jambe et des voyages d'Apollon. Comme il revient à ses pieds, Starbuck lui coups au visage. Voyant le match devient personnels, les quelques spectateurs restants commencent à quitter la salle. Clignotant pour le lendemain matin sur New Caprica, l'amiral Adama et Roslin parlent avec le chef Tyrol et Cally. Adama dit Tyrol qu'il a réfléchi situation du chef et qu'il a décidé qu'ils peuvent rester sur New Caprica pour avoir leur enfant. Apollo se réveille sur le terrain et trouve
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- Survivor Count: 41,422 The crew of Galactica have reinstated an old military tradition by setting up a boxing ring and putting rank aside — by the placing of dog tags in a metal box — crew and officers freely duke it out in one-on-one matches. Colonel Tigh is match referee. Elsewhere in a bunk room, Starbuck has finished having sex with her estranged husband Samuel T. Anders. Starbuck remarks that their encounter was just what she needed and gets up to leave. Anders replies that he wants to reconcile their marriage. Starbuck responds that she's not ready yet and heads to the fights. Kara heads past the boxing match and observes Major Apollo losing a match against Captain "Helo" Agathon. Apollo leaves the ring and picks up his dog tags to signify that he is quitting the competition. However, Starbuck drops her tags in the box and goads an initially reluctant Apollo into fighting her instead. Admiral Adama arrives with President Roslin, who is a boxing enthusiast, to watch the next series of fights; Kat wins against a female crew member, and Hot Dog is quickly knocked out by Starbuck. Adama then observes Chief Tyrol and his wife Cally, recalling a moment when the fleet first settled New Caprica and Tyrol and Cally were still assigned to Galactica. Tyrol asked Adama for permission to leave the ship so he and Cally's child could be born and raised down on the planet. Adama refused the request, telling Tyrol he and Cally are needed on board. Back at the boxing match, Adama overhears Tyrol give one of his crew permission to watch the fight although the crew member has not yet finished fixing a broken spacecraft. Without warning, the Admiral steps into the ring and tells Chief Tyrol to get his "fat, lazy ass" in there with him. Tyrol enters as ordered, thinking the match will be a joke until the bell rings and Adama knocks him to the mat with a fast right hook. Adama taunts Tyrol asking him if this is how he fought down on New Caprica. Insulted, Tyrol rises to his feet and begins to lay into the Admiral. Adama is easily over matched as Tyrol angrily pummels him into the ropes asking if this is what he wanted. Adama is saved for the moment by the bell. Adama sits to rest while Doctor Cottle looks him over. Roslin rushes to Adama's side and gives him some advice on how to win, but Adama replies that he does not intend to win. Round two begins with Tyrol rushing Adama back into the ropes with more fierce pummelling. Adama does not do much to resist, with his face beaten to a bloody pulp. Tyrol eventually floors the old man who stays down for the count. A stunned silence falls over the crowd as Tyrol and Tigh help Adama back to his feet. The fight is over and Adama takes a moment to tell the crew that he has let them all get "too close" to him, something which must come to an end, and he will no longer forgive laxity among the crew as he's done in the past - he let them drop their guard during the initial settlement of New Caprica and left humanity exposed to the Cylons as a result. As the Admiral leaves, Tigh announces the matches are over and orders everyone back to duty. Starbuck will not give up her planned fight with Apollo, however. They both enter the ring and let loose with all their bottled up hostilities. As fists fly, flashbacks take the scene back to New Caprica. During the late evening of a ground-breaking ceremony, Apollo and Starbuck found a moment alone to talk. Starbuck had (literally) drunk Anders under the table, and he had passed out cold on the ground, under a table. Apollo took the opportunity to ask Starbuck about her plans for the future, musing about what will become of her relationship with Anders. Back to the present, the boxing match between Starbuck and Apollo intensifies. Dee watches as Anders remarks that the two look like they'll kill each other. On New Caprica the two eventually head outside the city to a secluded field and they end up making love. Afterward, Starbuck wonders what will happen if anyone finds out about what they have done — especially Anders or Dee. Apollo stands up and literally shouts to the night sky that he loves Kara Thrace, unconcerned about anyone hearing him. Hesitantly at first, Starbuck eventually does the same shouting that she loves Lee Adama. Apollo says he will tell Dee about the new situation and asks that Starbuck do the same with Anders. In the boxing ring, Apollo knocks Starbuck to the mat at which point the fighting turns dirty. Starbuck does a leg sweep and trips Apollo. As he gets back to his feet, Starbuck kicks him in the face. Seeing the match is getting personal, the few remaining spectators begin to leave the room. Flashing to the next morning on New Caprica, Admiral Adama and Roslin talk with Chief Tyrol and Cally. Adama tells Tyrol that he has given the Chief's situation some thought and that he has decided they can remain on New Caprica to have their child. Apollo awakes in the field and finds Starbuck has gone. Returning to the town, he meets his father, who tells him that Starbuck and Anders have just got married in a surprise ceremony earlier that morning. Still reeling from the news, Apollo meets the newlyweds walking down the street. Anders reveals that the wedding was Starbuck's idea and that she "popped the question to him" only that morning. Apollo recovers enough to congratulate Anders and wish him luck, adding that "you're going to need it" as he glances towards Starbuck. Apollo then walks off in a dazed shock back to a Raptor to return to Pegasus, with Dee waiting on the entry ramp. Apollo walks straight from his confrontation with Starbuck to Dee and immediately kisses her. Back at the boxing ring, Starbuck and Apollo have battled each other to a literal stand-still. They slump against each other in the middle of the ring with their arms around each other. An awkward silence follows, and the spectators shuffle out of the hall. Anders leaves too, while Dee lowers her head. Starbuck whispers to Apollo that she has "missed him". Apollo replies that he missed her, too. As the scene fades out, there is the trace of a smile upon Starbuck's face.
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