NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: That was a cold lie, that title. Personally, I think Resi should pay WV some token amount of cash, as without the riech this war is pointless.

I would like to get some character rping done with Resi before I leave in a few weeks.

So, I think I'll just sort out that whole Sara/Rachel/Frederick/hundreds of soldiers chasing after them thing now.

It's a hard life, being a guard on Pinnacle Base. But Daniel Green puts up with it. He's a kind, nice man, and certainly doesn't deserve what's about to happen to him.

He falls forward. Frederick looked at him, concerned. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hit you so hard."

((OOC: Ouch... yeah, I'm beginning to think you're right. However, I don't know about throwing away the PCC's betrayal stroyline, as I really liked that touch. It's a bit of a mess, y'see.))

((OOC: Ouch... yeah, I'm beginning to think you're right. However, I don't know about throwing away the PCC's betrayal stroyline, as I really liked that touch. It's a bit of a mess, y'see.))

OOC: I know... but it really is pointless.

"Tag" If you'll let me join in. If not i'll wipe this out.

It's a hard life, being a guard on Pinnacle Base. But Daniel Green puts up with it. He's a kind, nice man, and certainly doesn't deserve what's about to happen to him.

He falls forward. Frederick looked at him, concerned. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hit you so hard."
OOC: *Cough* Resi. Hmm... what could we have Trixia do.

"Did you have to beat him up?" Sara asked, looking concerned, "I mean, I could've just tasered him."
She looked around and spotted the perfect ship for the two of them docked in the shipyards.
http://invisionfree.com/forums/Corporate_Islands/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=322
It had a strange design, but it looked high-tech and well-armed enough to get them through whatever would come next.
"There," she said, pointing towards the ship, "Let's take that one, it looks like it'll hold us."

OOC: *Cough* Resi. Hmm... what could we have Trixia do.((OOC: Hey, it took me a bit to get the pic. I don't know, maybe he could play some assorted persuing soldiers? How about a merchant that helps Sara and Frederick?))

OOC: Nice. And since my shipyards are closed shipyards...
<<I'll let you realise what you've just done on your own.>>

IC: "Sorry, Sara. Let's get on." He runs for the ship.

Impressive. What about R-mother?

Laser blasts scar the area next to them. 20 Legionnares come running into the room.

Never mind. Let's run like hell.

OOC;
Hey Roania.
Remember me? Two words: 'Wedge' and 'Bugger' :wink:

((OOC: You mean what you've just done. If Frederick just got out of the ship, it must've landed already.))
Sara closes her eyes.
Rachel, because you're in my mind, I'm guessing you can pilot that thing. I can control it remotely using brainwaves and my circlet, but right now I'm a little busy running. Do you think you could help me out?

OOC;
Hey Roania.
Remember me? Two words: 'Wedge' and 'Bugger' :wink:

OOC: When did you get back, you old retrobate?

Trixia, if you can be waiting in the asteroid base...

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((I meant that you just gave me a new pic, Resi.))

I can try.

Sara feels her arm become taken over. Rachel concentrates. The ship turns and opens fire on the pursuers.

((OOC: So i'm a merchant? Kewl, thanks))

Trix was leaning up against his ship, the Freedom and he'd been watching the figures coming over the horzion and then watched the soldier, no.. soldiers chasing them and thought only one thought.

Bugger

Being an all round nice guy he decided that he would ready his ship, but there had to be some knind of reason for him to help, either financially of physically, that was how it worked when your were a smuggler.

He ran into his ship, and began the preliminary start-up procedures.

Frederick reached him. "Sir, can you help us? That's Sara Resi, and we're being chased by some very angry people."

OOC: When did you get back, you old retrobate?



Well i had this nation and i used it to Rp wiv you and Beav (who's dead now) and i sort of stopped using it after those 'Catch Wedge' threads stopped, but my real and only nation i use any more is Trixia, as you may have guessed by the 'Bugger' reference! :wink:



Trixia, if you can be waiting in the asteroid base...



Erm... sorry i posted before i read that, thats the trouble with writeing long posts, you miss things.

Any way nice to C ya Roania, Postmaster-General! Well done!

Wedge, Leader of the United Rebels and all-round arch nemisis to Roania

((Roania, don't take that pic. I went through a lot of trouble to extract it from the game it belongs to, and I would appreciate if I got to reap the spoils of what I did))
Not the ship! The R-Mother! I want you to pilot the R-Mother! Make it kill the enemies or something!

Trix looked at Sara and Frederick, and then at Sara, and then at all of Sara.

"I can see there are alot of angry people after you, and i'd be happy to let you on, on one condition. You tell me what all this is about when we get space-bound, deal?"

"Deal! Now let's get in the ship and get outta here!"
Sara pushed past the merchant and into his ship.

((Roania, don't take that pic. I went through a lot of trouble to extract it from the game it belongs to, and I would appreciate if I got to reap the spoils of what I did))
Not the ship! The R-Mother! I want you to pilot the R-Mother! Make it kill the enemies or something!

OOC: It's yours. Just kidding you, Resi. And UR, if you want, I can start after you.

Sorry.

Frederick chases after Sara. "Wait for me!"

"Whoa Babes! Take it easy! This is my ship and i'll fly it, K?"

Trix looked at Frederick.

"She is one hot wire Fred"

He then ran after Sara.

"Sara!? I'm not a merchant, i'm a smuggler!"

"And I'm the Princess of the Resi Corporation," she said mock-jokingly, making a stab at irony, "Now I don't care what you are, just get this sucker off the ground."

"And she's mine." Frederick muttered protectively. He walked slowly afterwards, as the R-mother stomped up and down on the legionnares.

Sara heard Frederick, and felt an urge to slap him. Sure, they loved each other, but the concept of relational ownership sickened her to no end. She contented herself with the thought that she would taser him in his sleep later on, once they got out of there.

"Whoa ok! So is it just you two? Or are we taking all your friends to?"

He sat in his control seat and started flicking switches and starting boosters.

"Ok people, Strap in! we'll be up in no time!"

He just thought that smuggler was coming on to you. Whee! Look at them get flattened by a giant robot!

Frederick followed after them, wincing at the sound of legionarres being stepped on by an angry robot.

It'd be cute if he was... I've always wanted to have guys fight over me.
Sara sits back and takes Frederick ((who, for the sake of convenience, is sitting in the seat next to her)) by the hand. The looks over at him, unsure of what'll happen next.

Trust me, you don't want that.

Frederick looks at Sara, concerned. "Are you all right?"

Blaster fire began to pepper the side of the Freedom

Wheres chompie when i need him!? On bloody holiday thats where! oh well, got to get these guys out of here, and fast!

"Here we go people!"

The Freedom took off and rose into the air leaving the oncoming army and a v.large robot on the battlefield"

"Whoooho! We're away!"

Two dots began to flash on Trix's radar

"Bugger"

Aw, what would you know? You're too young to have loved.

She blushed a little, then looked away and removed her hand. "Nothing..." she muttered, "Nothing's wrong..."

Trix took a moment to think about Sara, she was very nice that was for sure, but should he let it fly? Or go for it? He decided he'd hold fire until he got a sign she was interested

Aw, what would you know? You're too young to have loved.

She blushed a little, then looked away and removed her hand. "Nothing..." she muttered, "Nothing's wrong..."

What are you talking about? I'm Alexander's twin!

"Good." Frederick held her hand tightly. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

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Several ships took off after the Trixian.

((OOC: I'm going to bed after this. G'night, all!))
IC:
Sara got up, still a little flustered over what she had done, and decided to walk over to Trix.
"Smuggling must be a hard life," she said to him, glancing at the computer he was working on, "I imagine we didn't make it any easier. If there's anything I can do to make this hassle up to you, don't hesitate to ask. I hate being in the debt of another."
She turned and pressed her back against the wall, yawning a bit.
"And no, I won't do anything perverted for you," she muttered, "I have my limits, Smuggler."

((G'night))

And once again, I am ignored.

Frederick glared at the smuggler, eyes twisting with hatred.

((OOC: Roania thanks for getting my nationality right, very few ppl call my people 'trixian' thanks :D ))

Trix looked at Sara

"Nothing perverted eh? Oh well, i guess i guy can dream"

He gave her a grin.

"Yer being a Smugglers hard work, but it has it rewards, sometimes you get a great load to its destination no worries, other times you get a amazingly beautiful woman come onto your ship that you feel you want to make her the happiest shes ever bee... sorry, i'm just speaking aloud"

Out of embassesment he turned away.

Stupid Trix, Stupid!

"Erm.. y'know what i don't think you need to repay me... just being able to help is reward enough for me"

Confidence regained he grinned again

"But if i get any ideas, i'll let you know"

A huge blast hit the ship, and Trix spun around.

"Looks like and Imperial cruiser, you two must be hotter than i thought, i'll try and loose them, but i need someone to calculate the hyperjump, can you Sara? Please?"

He watched Sara walk over to the nav-computer.

You are hotter and sexier than you know girl! But... it's not just a normal attraction... it's different, more real. Why do i feel this is the woman i want to make the happiest in the world?

Another blast rocked the ship, knocking Trix from his thoughts

"Stay sharp! There are two more coming in; they're going to try and cut us off"

He looked again at Sara, and grinned once more.

"Here's where the fun begins!"

"Careful, smuggler." Frederick leaned forward. "Those are Wombat cruisers."It would bring me great pleasure to see you die. But not if I must too.

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Several exhaustseeking missiles launch at the smuggler's ship.

OOC: Gotta go.

OOC: Ok i'll post my reaction to the missiles then wait.

IC: Trix had taken a slight disliking to Fred, but it idn't matter now.

Exhast seeking? Why thats it!

Trix shut off all engines. The missiles, now confused, turned to seek the exhausts of the Wombat Vessels. When they were closer to the Wombats than the Freedom he started the engines again.

"Sara! How are the co-ordinates coming?"

Frederick looked outside.

The missiles had severely damaged the wombats. They spun back to Earth.

Sara, I think Frederick might kill the smuggler. You do realise that Trix is at *least* 7 years older than you?

Frederick smiled. "Yes!"

A rumbling noise was heard. Around them, hundreds of machines fell into action. A massive gate began to close.

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((OOC: A massive gate? in space?))

Trix heard Fred have his little amazing momnet when he said YES! fo no apparent reason. He didn't know why, he didn't care really, he knew he'd find out eventually.

Noise filled the air.

"Sara, those co-ordinates NOW! "

<<On Pinnacle Base. The entire moon of Phobos. And Fred shouted yes because the evil Wombats had blown up>>

Sara looked up. "I got them!"

((Oh, ok kewl))

Trix could see the gates nearing completion, and as Sara typed the co-ordinates into the hyp-unit, his hand lay lightly on the engage stick.

"Done Trix! I'm Done!"

"Thanks Sara, Ty Izoometionay"

The Freedom jump the lightspeed and the planet and the whole solarsystem became a blur.

"Well you two we've got 6 hours of hypersrace to travel, so i think you have enough time to explain, what the hell just happened?! "

Frederick smiled. "My thanks. I am Frederick Brunswick, a former legionare. This is Sara Resi. We met back in Roania. She was disguising herself as an Inquisitor named Eva Peron. I saved her from being killed by... um, Duke Darquis, Dire Wolves, Firebirds, angry mutants, etc. Then we were attacked, she knocked me out and took me here."

"What a ... nice way to get you to come"

He grinned at Sara.

He looked back at Fred

"Well pleased to meet you Fred, I am Trix Lonestar, Former Imperial Guard. I left the service of the Empire for a life Smuggling, mainly to meet..."

He glanced at Sara

"...new people"

"Really? Isn't the empire far away? You must have travelled a fair amount." Frederick smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. His tone said, Lonestar, look, but don't touch.

"It is very far away, but as a smuggler you travel, and distance is a smugglers best friend"

"Yes." Frederick sat down. God, a month ago my biggest worry was being eaten by Dire Wolves. Then I all in love with Eva, she turns out to be Sara Resi, and now here I am on a smuggler's ship with a price on my head. "I suppose it would be."

"So have you had a.... difficult couple of weeks then?"

"I wouldn't say that..." The company wasn't bad. Frederick relaxed. "Be careful. Sara is no doubt being pursued. And as you no doubt know from the Empire's dealings with Roania, our government is paranoid. They probably already have gravity wells setting up."

"Sara seems to be hot property in more ways than one"

He took a quick stats check.

"But Gravity wells won't be a problem, i have anti-grav shielding, or so they say, i've never seen it work though..."

Hot property? Damn, is there one guy in the universe that's heard of feminism?

Sara blushed a little at all of the proceedings. After a short while, she regained her composure and asked Trix, "Um, do you have any spacesuits? If so I could go outside and return some pretty nasty fire."

((OOC: Thanks for RPing Sara while I was gone, Roania. :) ))

OOC: I'm very disapointed. I wanted to conquer Bandonia and crush it beneath my goosestepping legionarres. :cry: I want to have the blueprints for the FARQ so badly!

Still, you still have Martian Resi Corp... and I have a big 'death star' floating over head. Yay!

IC: Frederick looked ahead. "Crap."

In front of them was a wedge shape, familiar to all who fought the Principality. A RSD.

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"Understood, Grand Admiral. The second fleet is to wait here and capture the ship that escaped Pinnacle Base. Then we are to move into position over Martian Resi Corporation and claim it for our own." Admiral Hawkings switched the communicator off. "What do you make of it, Jones?"

Lieutenant Jones looked at his superior. "I think it's a waste of time, sir. Looking for the ship, I mean."

"Yes, well, the grand admiral is a bit ga-ga. Still, Behfel est Behfel."

((OOC: Martian Resi Corp is extremely vulnerable, all you'd need to do in order to destroy it is fire upon the terraforming project. Granted, that'd kill New Roan too, but still...

...that gives me an idea... :wink: ))
IC:
"Damnit Trix!" Sara said, starting to get annoyed, "Do we have any spacesuits? Now isn't the time to stall, I need to go out there and kick some heavy metal ass."

"Spacesuits?! Why do you want them? I've got gun turrents top and bottem, use them, you don't need to got outside, you'll get frazzled!!"

Trix ran upto the pilot's chair, and Fred rean to the top turrent.

Sara can be fiesty! I've have to calm down on the boyish charm for a bit, act a bit more mature to be in with a chance...

Trix shouted at Sara.

"If you really want a space suit it's in my locker, if you don't the lower turrent is just below.."

Fred shuddered. "Trix, we have a problem... there's an entire fleet right in front of us!"

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All of a sudden, gravity wells cut in. The Repentance opened a channel. "Surrender, Lonestar!"

"Good, I'm glad you see it my way," Sara said with a devious smile before turning to get the suit, "I probably have about twice the firepower of this vessel in my body alone."
She winks to the two men as she walks away. "Y'know," she muttered more to herself than anyone else, "I'm thinking I may not survive this."

If they kill eachother, I'm blaming you.

If they kill eachother, I'm blaming you.Bah, you blame me for everything anyways. It'll be good to have two men fighting to protect me from the Roanian fleets.

Sara snags the spacesuit from the locker, and takes it into the ship's bathroom to change, making sure that neither man was lecherous enough to peek in before she actually took off her clothes to put on the spacesuit. It was a little tight in certain areas, and a little baggy in others, but it was a men's spacesuit so it was the best she could hope for. Placing the helmet on her head, she proceded in the direction of the airlock.

If they kill eachother, I'm blaming you.Bah, you blame me for everything anyways. It'll be good to have two men fighting to protect me from the Roanian fleets.

Sara, I really don't think that going out there is a good idea. There's a whole fleet out there, and RSDs have superlasers for god's sakes!

Frederick stopped Sara on the way to the airlock. "I take it you are going to go out there?" He asked, worried.

If part of me or the spacesuit is destroyed, I may simply regenerate. There's nothing to fear.

Sara smiled at Frederick's concern, "Of course I'm going out there, silly! I've gotta kick some ass and save the day somehow."
She paused, leaned closer to him slowly, andkissed him on the cheak and whispered into his ear, "I'm counting on you to do your part, too. If I don't make it out of this alive, remember me. Remember that I love you..."

With that, she walked past him towards the airlock.

Frederick watched her go. I love you too, Sara...

Rachel sighed. Sara, the point I was making is a superlaser can destroy your body instantly. And completely!... you're going to have your robot deal with it, aren't you.

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Frederick took control of the turret and watched as Sara left the ship. "If they hurt her..."

We're up against Roanian craft here, Sara thought as she opened the airlock, And thus their weapons aren't nearly as advanced as mine. Hell, I'm betting that one of their super-whatever cannons will at most be only barely a match for mine. All I have to do is dodge the lasers of death and fire back at what I can't dodge. Simple tactics.
The first airlock door was closed, and the second popped open, releasing Sara into the infinate blackness of space. She immeadiately activated the suit's magnetic boots, fastening her to the spaceship.
Well, she thought, as her arms began to transform, ripping the fabric of the suit, Today feels like a good day to die.

"Sir. We have a target."

"Launch the drone fighters."

From the hangars of all the capital ships, hundreds of robotic starfighters launched, hanging in formation for a few seconds before they dive forward.

((Uh, are they talking about Sara or the ship? Also, I think it would be wise for Trix to send them a friendly signal to throw 'em off.))
"Okay f*ckers, bring it!" Sara screamed, firing her newly-formed gunarms (the nanomachines attached them to the spacesuit) at the fighters, ripping holes through their ranks.
((Of course, you get to decide the actual casualties))

EDIT: Who knew the forums auto-censored stuff? :?

OOC: They saw someone go into space. Roanians don't even have space suits, they prefer to send robots to unterraformed areas. That's proof that it's not a Roanian vessel.

IC: Frederick watched as dozens of the machines exploded. But there were still a lot to go.

The drones opened fire on Sara's position. Frederick attempted to shoot some down...

EEEEK!

Sara rolled out of the way and hid behind one of the two large proturbances on the top of the craft. When the fighters inevitably swung around to face her, she fired upon them.

((OOC: Sara won't be hit by puny drones, that'd just be too anticlamactic. If a bigger ship comes along, or one piloted by an actual Roanian, then she will probably have some damage inflicted against her.))

OOC: Standard tactics. Try to destroy someone without putting Roanian lives at risk.

IC: The surviving drones retreated to the capital ships. Admiral Hawkings slammed his fist into the table. "Send out our proper fighters."

100 Hawks and Enforcers launched out of the Wombats and Vampires.

Several hundred more Hawks launched out of the Redemption's hangars.

((OOC: Yep, it's that way with us and our robots, too. Oh, and before I respond, what weapons are these things using? I probably should've asked that for the robot fighters, too))

OOC: Chainguns and plazma blasters are standard equipment in fighter to fighter combat.

The Enforcer Fighter Bombers will probably attempt to use thermonuclear missiles against Sara should the attacks fail, but they kinda depend on Trix keeping the ship still.

((OOC: Yeah, the main thing I was wondering about was the missiles. Thanks))
IC:
"Shit!" Sara exclaimed, as a bullet punctured one of her lungs, spraying her blood out into the void. Nanomachines quickly repared the wounded area, but Sara was still left winded. She dropped to her knees from weakness, accedentially avoiding a round of ammuntion that would've struck her in the head. She managed to force herself up, however, and drew energy from her plasma cells. Her strength restored, she fired into the fighters, with bloodlust raging in her eyes.

((OOC: I'm out for a bit, maybe the rest of the night. Later!))

OOC: Later!

IC: Frederick shouted. "Sara!"

He grabbed the controls and fired at every fighter that came within range.

Of course, the ships were shielded. But, he managed to destroy two anyway.

Trix opened a comm to the RSD.

"Hey guys! Why all the firing? We're just going though this system here. If you call of your drones, we'll stop wiping them out. Simple ok? I'll even let a search party on my ship"

I hope this plan works.....

Admiral Hawkings activated his communication. "Stand down and prepare to recieve boarders."

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Frederick helped Sara back inside. The space suit had a bullet hole in it. He swore, but he couldn't do anything. If I pull it down to check for injuries, and she's fine, she'll try to kill me.

Sara looked at him. What is he thinking? She looked down at the hole. "Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for providing covering fire." She kissed him and went inside.

That was very irresponsible, Sara.

Quiet, Rachel.

Trix ran down to the pair that we're now in the gangway.

"Right, is it you their looking for Sara?"

Because if it is this is gona get a hell of a lot more complicated....

Sara pouts. "You...'re not going to toss us off, are you? Not a big, brave soldier like you!"

Frederick glared.

Rachel sighed and made herself comfortable inside Sara's head. This could get interesting...

Toss you off my ship? That has got to be one of the most stupid naive things i've ever heard!

"Erm, no i'm not going to throw you off, it's just people are a lot more diffucult to hide than cargo"

How can i hide her?

He thought...

And thought...

THATS IT!

"D-4TO? Can you come here please?"

The android walked in.

"Why hello Master Trix! How are you?" Asked the droid

"I'm fine, but i need a favor. Can you stand next to Sara for me please?"

The droid complied.

"Yep just the right height. Now i'm sorry D-4TO, but your gona be out of it for a while"

"Why's that sir?"

"Because we need your metal skin"

The droid looked at himself.. "Oh my "

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After some work, D-3TO was sitting in bits in the cargo hold, and his 'skin' was laying on the seat.

"Sara, i give you your disguise"

He grinned at her.

"Um..." Sara looked at it. "Thanks, but... I have a better idea. Give it to Frederick here, he'll need it."

She concentrated and turned into a catgirl.

Frederick sat down heavily.

Way to go, Sara! Confuse them both!

Trix looked at her in amazement.

Bloddy hell! Now thats a party trick!

"How....di..did....you?"

"I used nanomachines to rearrange my body in order to app... you don't understand a thing I'm saying, do you?"

The two men nod.

She sighs. "It's all magic."

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"ATTENTION SMUGGLER! STAND BY TO TAKE BOARDERS!"

OOC: Trix, check tgs in a few moments.

"See i knew it was magic!" Trix said to Fred

The dry tone of the RSD's comm coming over the freedom's comm stopped them in thier chat.

"Right, everyone get ready... this is gona need some luck"

A Dropship begins to fly towards the ship. On board, Captain Dennis of the Legion looked at his men. "Be on your guards, Legionnares! Lonestar is a troublesome foe."

Sara begain to develop a hacking cough, which worsened to the point where it sounded as if she was coughing up a lung. She dropped down to all fours, gagging on something.
Maybe the circlet was damaged in that firefight... she thought, In which case I really am dead...

Sara then hacked up a hairball.
Ah, now I remember why I don't like to become a catperson too often...

Frederick blinks. "Sara, are you... okay?"

He looks up. "Come on! Look like a pilot or something!"

That was disgusting...
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The dropship prepares for a landing...

"Sorry," Sara mutters, her throat was still raw, "It'll be just one second."
Her nanites auto-consume the hairball when she waves a hand at it, and then she moves to take control of the ship's computer. Or at least she moved there to look like she was.

Captain Dennis cuts down the door. "By order of his highness, Prince Alexander, this ship is to be impounded and returned to Pinnacle Base. You are guilty of transporting fugitives from justice."

Captain Dennis cuts down the door. "By order of his highness, Prince Alexander, this ship is to be impounded and returned to Pinnacle Base. You are guilty of transporting fugitives from justice.""PRINCE ALEXANDER?" Sara shreaked, "KALLISTI!* Ahem, gimme a second to calm down. What exactly do you want us for, anyway? Fugatives?"

*exclaimed in much the same way as one yells "CHRIST!" :)

"You are meant to be holding the following criminals. A one Sara Resi, who is to be taken and sent to Menelmacar under Archmage Merrech's orders, countersigned by the Prince. A one Frederick Brunswick, guilty of laying a hand on a noble."

"You are meant to be holding the following criminals. A one Sara Resi, who is to be taken and sent to Menelmacar under Archmage Merrech's orders, countersigned by the Prince. A one Frederick Brunswick, guilty of laying a hand on a noble.""Really," asks Sara venomously, biting her tounge with her newly-aquired needle sharp teeth, ignoring the pain, "Well if this is of such importance to the good Prince, I suppose you wouldn't mind getting him on the line. We'd like to discuss how we are not these most wanted fugitives with someone who has the authority to send you away. Should you fail to comply with our requests, it would seem pointless to continue this discourse."

"Of course, Kitty." The Roanian pulled out a transmitter. "We will contact the ArchMage immediately, and you may ask him yourself."

Ouch.

"Of course, Kitty." The Roanian pulled out a transmitter. "We will contact the ArchMage immediately, and you may ask him yourself."

Ouch."Ah, now there's the thing," Sara says with a slight grimace, "He's obviously lower than the Prince. We want to take this to the top of the foodchain here, as we are being accused of quite a hefty crime. I suppose if worse comes to worse you could just search the ship, but that would wade Trader's Laws* and be frowned upon by all capitalist empires if you did not find your fugitives. The stuborness of your clergy is widely known, and I doubt if talking to the head of them would be of any use to us. We want to talk to the head of your nation, surely such a matter would be of concern to him."
"Oh," Sara added, "never call me 'Kitty' again. I am a Demonessian Neko, and you will refer to me as such."

*see Isacc Asimov's Foundation and Empire serieses.

The transmitter revealed a dark room. At the head of the table sat a cloaked and cowled figure.

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"What are you doing, Captain?" Merrech asked. "The council has ordered you to search this ship."

"Archmage, sir! This catgirl is interfering, sir!"

Frederick swore beneath his costume.

Sara, that is not a nice elf...

Sara smiled, her sharp white teeth glittering in the hard light of the ship's control room. The man on the monitor didn't look like Alex, but she decided to play it stupid and hopefully score some points for credibility.
"I'm Klara Fluff of the good ship [insert name here, Trix]. I take it you are Alexander, Prince of all of Roania?"

Merrech looked directly at her. A feeling that snakes were crawling around their necks met everyone in the room. His voice was cold, and harsh. "I am not the Prince... girl. But I am close enough to him to make no difference. You are smugglers and thieves. And now you are under arrest. Captain, do your duty."

Merrech looked directly at her. A feeling that snakes were crawling around their necks met everyone in the room. His voice was cold, and harsh. "I am not the Prince... girl. But I am close enough to him to make no difference. You are smugglers and thieves. And now you are under arrest. Captain, do your duty.""Under arrest for what, prey tell?" Sara asked, still playing ignorant, "Certainly your nation has maranda rights. We are also in international space, and our ship is considered of the nationality of the last bit of soil it touched, which was neutral. If you arrest us, you will be breaking neutrality pacts and may even have war declared upon you for it. Do you wish to risk such a thing for a ship with nothing to hide and no fugatives on board? Oh, and we resent the term 'smugglers', we're traders of the covert variety."

Merrech laughed out loud. "Very good, Sara. You argue like a lawyer. Sadly, Pinnacle Base, while neutral to affairs on Mars, is very much part of Roania... or did the fact that you met Roanian naval ships and soldiers inside not tip you off?"

Frederick knocks the transponder out of the soldiers hands and opens fire on the squad. Trix bursts in and holds a rifle to the captain's head. "I think we'll be keeping you as a hostage, no?"

The rest of the squad is forced back into it's ship and sent away.

Sara puts her paw to her temple.
"Okay, let me get this straight, you think that I'm Sara Resi, Lady of the Resi Corporation? I'm telling you, I'm from Demoness. I hitched a ride on a trading ship bound for Io to seek a business opportunity. Excuse my collegues, for they seem to be a bit hasty in their actions. We will release the captain unharmed if you simply let us go."

((OOC: How many ships are there, and what're their stats?))

OOC: Around 60 piloted capitals, lots and lots and lots of drones, 300 1-man fighters. They are more... plot devices, because I don't want to hunt down that thread. But you've seen my Roanian Galactic Fleet thread.

IC: "Him? He failed me." Merrech waved his hand. The captain seized up and fell to the ground, limply. "Now, the question is, what is on Io?"

"Work, more specifically work as an agent at an Insurance firm, and," Sara said, jerking her thumb in the direction of Trix, "trading opportunities. The real question is, why are you after us when we don't have anything of importance to you?"

Are there any other neutral areas you can think of?

Io... if we can make it. What about Martian Resi Corp? They won't dare to attack there... or perhaps one of the asteroid cities. Merrech will give us a head start. Makes it more fun.

Frederick looked at Sara. "What are we going to do?"

That's it! We'll head for the terraformed sector of Green Mars. It's officially neutral, and if they fire on it they'll destroy New Roan. They can't touch us there! But first we'll need a diversion...

Suddenly, a new "voice" rang through Sara Resi's head...
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This strange message is accompanied by the following image...
http://invisionfree.com:54/135/37/upload/p387.jpg

New Roan has been abandoned for twenty years! The arcologies were transported to the south, and then too... um... I'm not sure... I can't remember... some distant world...

Frederick looked at Sara. "Since it seems we are about to die, I just have one last thing to say... I love you, Sara."

Whatever, they'll still have a lot to answer for if they fire upon it. They'll kill innocents of powerful nations.

And what the heck are you?
The image paused, then began to speak again.
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Can you speak in English, please? It would be a hell of a lot easier to understand than that beeping you're speaking in right now.

Excuse me, I thought you understood civilized language. There's no time for bickering, however, so here's what I just said:
<QUOTE>I am the Dark Storm Virus, the most powerful of weapons, and I think I can travel through you into the computers of Roania and their capital ships. However, I will need you to manifest me in the form of a CD compatible with the computer in front of you. As for why I'm helping you instead of taking control of you via this Phoenix Circlet that I hacked, I simply find you much more valuable to me with your free will intact. Now, will you help me get out of your head?</QUOTE>

What is going on? There's a bizzare thing in here with me! Get it out!

Frederick stared at Sara. "Is something wrong?"

"N... nothing's wrong."

I can't get it out! It's not actually in my head, it's just transmitting to there from my circlet!
Precisely. Now, will you let me out, or do I have to force you to?
Fine, I'll let you out. Just don't bother me again.
I can't promise that.
Whatever, just don't bother me for a week or something.
Get me out of here and I won't bother you for two of them.
Agreed.

Suddenly a swarm of nanomachines traveled through Sara's bloodstream and came out of her hand, manifesting a large-compacity DVD in her palm. The Dark Storm Virus, fragments of which were contained in the nanomachines, was written to the disk. Without a moment's thought, Sara stuck the disk in the ship's drive.

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At once, a much smaller version of the virus transferred to both Roania and the fleet via the open communications disguising itself with the streaming video and sound already being sent back and forth, which scanned the areas it had transferred to and then disguised the identity and size of any transfers while a copy of most of the virus flowed through the open connection into the computers, deleting essential files in both areas to make room for itself. The observer would notice the video lagging severly, but nothing else.

A council meeting was in full swing in Roania. Alexander was watching as James Moneth displayed taxation files on a projector. All of a sudden...

<Beep>

"What on Earth?" Alexander bounced up. "What's going on?"

"A virus of some sort, Your Highness!"

"Release the virus catchers, then."

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A team of sentient anti-viruses are released to hunt the Dark Storm virus down.

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The Roanian fleet quickly shuts down all non-essential systems. But by the time they are ready to stage a pursuit...

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Trix looked at the ships in the distance. "We were going to Io... weren't we?"

It's gone! Yay!

Frederick smiled and kissed Sara. "I don't know what you did, but it worked."

"We told them we were going to Io," Sara said, "so if we go there they'll tear up the place looking for us. I say we should go to Titan instead and see if we can't make a nice living in the SLAGlands. They seem like a fairly good nation, and will no doubt protect us if we're found out."

((OOC: Were the antiviruses released on the ships, too?))

OOC: The ships computers are shut down and the virus is being manually destroyed.

IC:

Oh no you don't! We are going to Io! You said that was where I would get a new body.

Frederick smiled. "Yes, they are. Sadly, CENNA has a presence on Titan, and Merrech would never let you escape. We should go to Io. They would never believe we would go where we said we would."

((OOC: What about the life support systems? Surley such essential systems can't be shut down.))
IC:
"Fine, Io it is," Sara said exasperatedly, "I've got to wonder if she's still there, though."

OOC: Completely different system.

IC: "Right." Trix turned and re-entered the control room. "Frederick, grab the guns!"

Frederick turned to go, but before he left he moved close to Sara and kissed her. "If you ever pull something that foolish again... I'll... um... most likely wait until it's been done and then say something disaproving." He kissed her again and left.

Sara giggled and blushed, but couldn't help wondering what was in store for her with another entity in her head.

The ship roared off in the direction of Io, the sensors of the Roanian vessels unable to detect its trajectory due to being f*cked up. :P

Now look, Mr. Virus. This is my host body. Shove off!


Frederick leaned back and yawned.

<BUMP>

((OOC: i missed it all! Dang!))

IC: Trix was in the control chair of the Freedom and was reflecting on recent events.

That was way to close... we we're all very lucky

He looked at the nav-computer, and then at Sara.

"So, where are we going now?"

OOC: Having some experience with the british form of mind, I came up with what I thought you would say.

IC: "We're still going to Io, Captain Trix."

<BUMP?>

"Io? Ok then."

The ship set off and went to lightspeed.

Trix looked at Sara. "So do you really love Fred?"

OOC: I think I'll remind Resi of this, so he can answer.