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The darkside of the Alpha Moon was the perfect place for a pirate ship to lay in wait for potential victims, usually those merchant ships that would often stray from the space lanes. One such pirate ship known as the Battlelore, it's captain the most ruthless of all. Captain Darkholme as he was known was a strange one, a pirate with no history past a month earlier. In that time he had brutally killed the crews former captain and had led them to savagely attack more then a dozen ships in that time. Because of that, Captain Darkholme had become most wanted in Draconis Nightcrawlis alone, especially since some of those ships were carrying supplies belonging to Lord Azazel.

Captain Darkholme stood on the bridge watching the empty space spread out in front of the ship singing quietly to himself. "We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up."

"Captain Darkholme," came a voice from behind him.

"What is it Smythe?" he asked.

"News report said the Battlelore was destroyed Captain,"

Captain Darkholme cracked his knuckles, "And we know how true that is," he said. "Must be Azazel's men trying to bluff us out into the open, they shall never get us that way. Smythe set a course for the M66."

"Yes Captain."

tag. I'm trying to think of how to get in this.

The size of the bounty-hunter was intimidating, but not as much as his eyes...eyes that had witnessed much violence and cruelty, most of it from his own hands. Darius Steele stood in front of the law officer, staring down upon his balding head. He cracked his massive knuckles once, then again, and smiled in a visciously dangerous way.

"Listen, you've wasted enough of my time: there are no negotiations, my prices are fixed and solid. You want the nastiest pirate in the galaxy brought to justice? Then you need ME...and you need to pay the price."

The harried officer looked up at Steele, a slight tic affecting his left eye.

"Of course we want your services Mr.Steele, you come very highly recommended, and your reputation precedes you. But you must understand, we are but a poor nation without the facilities to meet your fair but very high prices..."

"Then we have nothing left to talk about." snarled Steele, turning his large back on the man and preparing to leave.

"WAIT" cried the officer, "perhaps I can make some arrangement with my superiors..."

Darius Steele smiled once again, this time with a hint of warmth.

"Do so. I'll be at the spacedock, readying my ship. Transmit the payment receipt to me, and I'll be on the hunt shortly after that."

Steele watched with amusement as the officer scurried off to finalize the payments. He lit a small cheroot, and drew the sweet-smelling smoke deeply into his lungs as he strode towards the space dock. Workers quickly got out of the huge man's way as he approached his ship.

"Darkholme...my dear friend Darkholme. Enjoy your last taste of freedom, scum."

Darius smiled grimly as he boarded his ship.

(OOC: Hey Draconis Nightcrawlis, if you need information on the Virgo Supercluster, check out this site http://www.anzwers.org/free/universe/virgo.html)

IC:

Slowly cruising like an angel bringing forth salvation, the powerful frigate of the Excalibur Class, the CNSS-2008 Dunkerque, lanced through space, its powerful sublight engines pushing the warship to speeds once thought unimaginable for ships of such size. Measuring some 450 meters long, the frigates of the Excalibur Class were small, but more than made up for it with blinding speed, heavy firepower, and some of the heaviest shielding built into a vessel of such a size.

This particular vessel, commanded by Captain Lorenzo Veneti, had orders from the Five Civilized Nations Citadel of Cala to investigate a series of pirate attacks upon shipping near one of the major trade routes between the Cala System in the M96 Galaxy in the Leo I Group and the Draconis Nightcrawlis homeworld in the Alpha Einherjer system.

Slowly, the vessel continued on its journey, heading swiftly through space...

"And just why are we heading to the Virgo Supercluster?" Smythe asked.

Captain Darkholme sat back in the captains chair watching the empty space pass before them. His eyes crossed to where Smythe was sat at the controls. "My dear Smythe, we are going there for the same reason we always do," he told him. "As you know Azazel has still yet to take Tortuga DN, the only Draconian colony not under his control. It is our safe haven where we are free to recruit and pick up supplies."

OOC:

Just a word of warning, Captain Darkholme has to come out of this alive since I plan on using him in a future RP thats very important for my nation. If any of you have nonexpendable character, let me know before hand :)

<<OOC>> No worries from me, Darkholme will hopefully become the "Joker" to my "Batman"...an eternal struggle that never has a victor...just a lot of dead bodies.

OOC: We shall see ;)

(OOC: Draconis Nightcrawlis, if you want your character to live, run away from the strike frigate! I've packed it with too much weaponry, shielding, and speed that your pirate ship will be extremely outmatched...)

"Armi,"

"Yes Sir?" came a female voice.

"Keep an eye out for any ships from Five Civilized Nations," Captain Darkholme warned her. "They're always armed to the teeth and quicker then anything out there, I much prefer to avoid those damned things."

OOC: Noted.

<<OOC LOL>>

IC:

As always, the flight deck of the small starcruiser was a beehive of frenzied movement as the motley crew went about their assigned pre-flight tasks. Steele took in his surroundings with a practiced eye, noticing with satisfaction that all seemed in readiness. His eyes stopped when they arrived on the shapely form of his navigator, Tanis Brenner. She was every inch the classic Xpovosian, a race known for it's beauty and penchant for violence. Steele had a long-standing rule of never fraternizing with his crew, but she gave the bounty-hunter pause to reconsider. Sensing his stare, Tanis turned slowly to face her leader.

"Evening Cap'n, we are at Alpha readiness and await your pleasure".

"Hold steady on Alpha for now", Darius said, pulling out a slim onium case from a pouch on his holster. Opening the case, he considered the small cigar that lay there for a moment before bringing it his mouth and activating the self-lighting mechanism. He drew a thick cloud of the bittersweet and pungent smoke into his lungs and exhaled slowly. He thought about the events of the last few days...

...reports that a dangerous marauder had begun terrorizing the spacelanes surrounding Draconis Nightcrawlis, virtually bringing traffic and trade to a standstill. Then the urgent call from a low-level flunky working for some unknown member of the planetary government, begging for the services of the legendary Darius Steele. Of course, the offer was refused outright by the bounty hunter: not because of any potential danger, but because of all the headaches a job like this created. Too many players, and too many unknown quantities made for sloppy work, and Steele was nothing if not meticulous in the execution of his missions.

A short while afterwards, the pirate struck again, this time leaving a swath of death and bloodshed in his path. Darius was only half-listening to the newscast while running some diagnostics on his wrist-blasters, so it took a few seconds for him to realize that they had identified the rogue Captain leading the cutthroats, and the name sopped him in his tracks:

Darkholme.

When the flunky's second call came through, Steele took it right away. Hours later, he and his crew were spaceborn. Their cruiser, the Vengeance, cut through space, bristling with sensor pods and weapons. They arrived at Draconis Spaceport only to find that space was limited due to the large number of transport ships that were stuck on the surface, and the arrival of the myriad bounty hunters, law officials, newspeople and thrill-seekers filled the spaceport with ships of all shapes and sizes. A quick call to ground-control yielded a mid-level manager who was smart enough to understand that one does NOT make Darius Steele circle in orbit awaiting permission to park.

39 minutes later, Darius was striding swiftly across the spaceport dock, on his way to meet the secretive official.

Now he could do nothing but wait: the laws of this quadrant were clear, and strictly enforced. He could not employ his unique skills without a special license issued by the contracting government, and the license was never issued unless there was a desperate need. Steele was a patient man, but there was a sense of urgency within him, one that was building to a breaking point, one that no man or law could hold back. He crushed the burning cheroot on the ground as he turned to leave the bridge.

"Direct any incoming messages to my room. Tell the Razors to get suited up, but not battle-locked. Have Chef make me one of his turkey clubs, with crispy bacon...and make sure its crispy." Darius paused at the sliding door. " One last thing: keep an eye out for any ships from Five Civilized Nations because they're always armed to the teeth and quicker then anything out there. I much prefer to avoid those damned things."

As the door slid closed behind him, Darius felt the beginnings of a massive headache coming on.

"Ah Tortuga DN," Captain Darkholme smiled gleefully.

"Are we going to the surface captain?" Armi asked.

Captain Darkholme sighed. "Of course," he replied. The captain proceeded to check that he had his sword and a zat'ni'katel with him before leaving the bridge.

Below, Tortuga DN was as busy as ever. It was very easy to get lost in between all the people and vanish from any persuers. There were plenty of taverns that one could choose from, but Captain Darkholme had his personal favourite. In one of the dirty back streets was 'The Kings Head. Its usual clientele was usually the lowest of the low, however the captain didn't seem to mind as it was very easy to keep a low profile there and none of his crew were there to get on his nerves. Entering the tavern, the first thing he noticed was the barmaid.

"Hello Esmerelda," he smiled.

She looked up at him. "Still alive I see," she remarked. "The usual I take it."

"As always,"

"So what is it you 'ave come to Tortuga DN for this time?" Esmerelda asked.

A grin crossed Captain Darkholmes face. "Still upset about the fight I started last time I was here," he remarked.

Esmerelda waved a podgy finger in front of his face. "An' that cost me alot to fix," she growled at him. "You're bad for buisness an' very ruthless."

"And?" the pirate grinned.

The fat landlady sighed. "You just happen to be my best patron," she admitted, leaning in closer. Her breath was most foul. "An' I know your true past."

Captain Darkholme scowled. "And if you so much as hint to anyone about it, I will be the one to kill you personally," he warned her.

(OOC: Draconis Nightcrawlis, where is your colony in the Virgo SuperCluster?)

"I must confess, all this 'Dark History' does sound fascinating," announced an enormously fat stranger walking slightly tipsily up to the bar, "And I would be pressed to slake my awakened curiosity about this dark stranger if I didn't have to slake my verge-of-death thirst. I thought this was a bar!" He thumped a pudgy fist on the tabletop, "You can't even serve me a decent drink! You can't even serve me a bad drink! I've been here for twenty minutes and all I've gotten is an indecent offer from a frighteningly drunk space pirate!" He glared woozily at Esmerelda.

Plying international trade lanes, the LRRSMV Jimi Hendrix moves through the void.

The Hendrix is only one of two of the most impressive cargo ships around, the Jimi Hendrix class freighter (the other one is named Ruben Gonzales), near 10 kilometers tall in all its bananna-shapedness.

And it was also armed to the teeth. However, a pirate might not know that, and even though it was armed to the teeth, everyone knows a Hendrix freighter, while insanely fast at full power, is by no means a manouverable ship.

But still, a pirate captain would have to be utterly insane to try to take it with anything less than a dreadnaught-size ship, and the Hendrix had destroyed one of those in its time.

On the bridge, captain Zukhovsky sits at a small table, sipping a glass of coffee, while the helmsman and other bridge crewmen perform their various tasks. Sensors, sensors, more sensors.

"We've arrived."
"Take us out of hyperspace."

The Jimi Hendrix drops out of hyperspace at the system hyperlimit, and makes its way inwards. Its task here was to take in a heavily damaged destroyer, which had been out in space for the past 30 years, in fact, and had just recently surfaced. It was waiting at Tortuga.

"Helm, bring us towards the planet."
"Aye."

The freighter lasily accelerates towards the planet, its gigantic size no doubt drawing attention.

OCC: So I dunno if you want to try to take the Hendrix or just try to stay out of its path.

OOC: 5CN, check your TG's
LRR, Well since the Captain and mosy of the crew are away down on the planet it'll be left alone, at least for the moment anyway ;)

IC:

"Sparrow," Captain Darkholme muttered under his breath at the mention of a frightingly drunk space pirate. Strange how their paths kept crossing.

Esmerelda glared at the drunken fat man. "You'll be served when I damn well feel like it," she replied. "This ain't the Ritz, you'll be lucky I don't piss in your drink."

The Hendrix arrives in orbit above the planet several hours after reaching the hyperlimit. It soon spots an ancient Donovan class destroyer, apparently with several chunks of hull missing.

The freighter sends out a trio of tugs, and the old destroyer is brought into the cavernous hold of the freighter. The crew is disembarked and debriefed.

Meanwhile, captain Zukhovsky decides to go planetside for several hours.

A short while later, a Hammer II corvette leaves the fighter bay, and descends to the planet.

(OOC: Check yours)

OOC: TG'd 5CN

IC:

"Would you look at that," Smythe mentioned, looking up at the Hendrix on the viewscreen.

"Hmm, thats what... looks 10km high," another crewmember said.

"Bet it's heavily armed," Smythe then muttered. "I'll let Captain Darkholme see it when he gets back."

(OOC: Replied)

The CNSS-2008 Dunkerque slowly altered its course heading instead to the M66 Galaxy in the Leo I Group, the location of the Tortuga DN colony instead of the Alpha Einherjer system. Sighing to himself, Captain Lorenzo Veneti gazed serenly from his command chair at the bridge crew and watched as the helmsmen made the final adjustments to the frigate. The head helmsman wheeled his chair around and saluated the captain.

"Captain Veneti, the Dual Minovsky Quantum FTL Drive is ready, sir. We've finished calculating the jump to the M66 Galaxy," the helmsman said.

"Excellent, Take us out, lieutenant," replied the captain.

"Aye, sir."

Four seconds later, the Dunkerque disappeared, heading at FTL speeds to reach the M66 Galaxy...

Tzigane strolled into a pub that announced its name "The King's Head" on a very dirty sign. The other customers looked mostly to be the type who would not hesitate to kill for the slightest insult, and she could see that a few eyed her with intentions that were clearly less than scrupulous. Places like this usually had pretty good drinks though, so she didn't care. They were unlikely to try anything, as she was conspicuousely armed and the scar running down one cheek told that she was no stranger to rough and tumble times.

Though Callisdrun was no space nation, Tzigane had managed to get off the surface and had gotten across space by variously hitching rides, stowing away on transports and sometimes stealing small craft. Aside from some scars, she looked fairly normal for a young, vampiric, northern Callisdrunian woman. Other than her scars, a few tattoos marked her eerily pale skin, but that wasn't at all out of the ordinary for Callisdrunians. Her long pitch black hair was tied back in a ponytail, revealing a variety of piercings on both ears. An AK-103 was slung over her back while an axe hung at her hip from a lopsided belt, partially hidden by a black trench coat.

Her eyes saw perfectly in the dim light of the tavern, and she strode over to the bar, taking a seat while a customer talked to the barmaid, whom he apparently knew, nearby. Tzigane silently waited while they continued talking. She was in no hurry, so there was no need to interupt their conversation for her to order. She hoped their vodka was decent.

Darius Steele was just taking the final bite of his sandwich when his intercom chimed. Swallowing rapidly, he punched the respond key.

"This better be good..." Steele growled menacingly.

"Capt'n, I think you need to hear this. One of our moles has just reported in, and we have a lock on Darkholme!"

The huge bounty-hunter came to immediate attention. "Details!"

"It seem's that our target has decided to go to ground on Tortuga DN. The mole is currently tracking his movements planetside."

"Lock in an immediate course for Tortuga, and get me clearance to leave this damn place!" ordered Steele as he began putting on his battle-gear.

"Already done Capt'n", replied his navigator Tara. Darius could swear he could almost hear her smile.

Steele was walking out the door when he heard her voice again. "Oh, and one other thing you should know, sir...we have visitors. Our friends from the Five Civilised Nations have shown up, in an Excalibur-class ship to boot. Records show that Lorenzo Veneti is the captain..."

"Veneti??" replied Steele, incredously. "How the frag did he get command of an Excalibur? Who is that paper-pusher sleeping with anyways? Damn, another headache to deal with..."

Steele stormed out of his cabin, the embers of his anger beginning to blossom into full flame.

Captain Darkholme stepped away from the bar as Esmerelda dealt with her customers. Taking a small dagger from inside his black leather coat, he made his way through the crowd looking for the familiar figure of Captain Sparrow. Scouting the immediate area, he found him stood over by the fireplace, flirting with a couple of women. Since he had his back to him, Captain Darkholme found it very easy to sneak up behind him. One of the women shrieked as he lightly pressed his dagger into the other pirates throat, just above his adams apple.

"Ahoy there Sparrow," Captain Darkholme.

"Darkholme," Captain Sparrow grimaced. "Fancy meeting you here."

The captain didn't remove the dagger, "Ja, ja, ja," he replied. "You know I frequent this hellhole, my question is why are you here making a scene as usual. Got a fat bugger complaining about you."

Only then did Captain Darkholme remove the knife.

"Well he was asking for it," the other captain said turning around, a sly grin crossed his face.

Putting his dagger away, Captain Darkholme told him, "With your antics I'm surprised you aren't already dead."

Captain Sparrow laughed and threw up his arms. "Well you know me," he grinned. "No one can kill me for I am invincible."

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?"

As Steele entered the bridge of the cruiser Vengeance, the first thing he noticed was the finely-shaped derriere of Tanis, his Xpovosian navigator. He lost himself briefly in her roundness, and a small smile crept across his face. At that moment, she turned to face him, catching him staring.

"As interesting as my ass is Capt'n, I think you'll find this moreso", said Tanis, returning his smile. "Our mole on Tortuga tracked Darkholme to the "Kings Head", where another of your friends was also noticed there...Sparrow."

"That fragger is still alive?" exclaimed Steele, his massive hands balling up into granite fists.

"They never did recover his body from the crash site, remember?" stated Tanis, "Once again, his legendary luck seems to be working for him."

Steele pondered this new development. "Hmmmm, well I guess we can do a 2-for-1 deal, and eliminate both of these cockroaches once and for all..."

Darius strode over to his command chair, and settled in. He punched a few buttons, and saw that the Razors were battle-ready, and all ship functions were good to go.

"The Vengeance awaits your orders, Capt'n," purred Tanis, turning back to her console. Suddenly, another communication drew her attention. She listened intently, then turned back to Steele.

"Looks like you hit the trifecta, sir...the mole reports that another old friend has just walked into the bar...that little vampire-thief Tzigane is shooting back Alderian vodkas, paying for it with our loot I'm sure...the little bitch."

Steele turned away, trying to stifle a grin. There was no love lost between his navigator and the vampire, and Darius hoped part of it was because of him...Tzigane had been a brief, passionate and electric fling, and though he did have some feelings for her, her lifestyle was such that the two would never see eye-to-eye. When she left in the dark of night, Tzigane had also taken almost half a million credits worth of Starlight Gems from the ships hold. Steele had no love for thieves, especially those that had the unmitigated gall to steal from HIM.

"Lets get this party on the road...prepare for immediate departure."

"Systems ready, lift-off on your command." replied Tanis, hands flitting rapidly across her console.

"The command is given." said Steele, a grim look in his eye.

With that, the Vengeance leapt into the sky, on a course for Tortuga, and destiny.

Fmr Admiral Fitzgerald Kanosis sat in the back of the bar watching the pirates near the fireplace with interest for a minute then scanned the crowd again for any bounty hunters. Every since the debactacle in steel butterfly and the Celackain premier vowwing revenge, he had gone to ground. The last bounty he killed revealed that he had close to a billion credits on his head. He turned his attantion back to the pirates when he felt the cold muzzle of a blaster press against the side of his head.

"Put your hands on the table where I can see them"

OOC: What crash Gawdly? Sparrows never been in a crash.

The man holding the balster walked around the table and put the balster away.

"Let your guard down. You were not weatring your cloak and you weren't checking behind you. Somebody tried to sneak up on you."

The man pointed to a crumpled unconsious body behind Kanosis.

"Jesus Jim I though you had turned on me. did the guy have a datapad?"

"Yep. Remeber that drug lab were shut down? Well our bountry jumped another 500,000 credits."

"We past a billion yet?"

"Little over. However if need credits we go always go for this man. Draconis Nightcrawlis has never been a great friend of Celack so they wouldn't have any reason to turn us in."

Kanosis stared at the picture then slid his gaze upwards towards the two pirates at the fireplace.

"Interesting. He's right there."


Kanosis started to rise.

o.o.c. Kanosis and Jim aren't disposible but they can be knocked out.

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Fitzgerald Kanosis

Captain Darkholme laughed. "You are crazy Sparrow," he said.

The sly grin crossed Captain Sparrow's face once more. "I wouldn't be Captain Sparrow if I was sane," the pirate replied.

"You do know how many ghost hunters would come after a ship that looks exactly like the 'Elizabeth Dane' don't you," Captain Darkholme questioned him.

"Plenty I hope", he smirked. "They victims shall take the bait."

Captain darkholme shook his head as he noticed the two advance towards them. "Company I think," he said.

"We've been spotted. Should we go for the quick attack or play it cool and let them take the first move?"

"Quick attack. The captain is likely to have friends here so if they attack first we'll have a handful of them to deal with. If we strike first we may still have an advantage."

"Got it"

Kanosis balled his fists under his claok and kept walking.

"Damn, they know they've been spotted," Captain Darkholme cursed. He'd been looking for a good fight.

"Only an idiot would attack you here," Captain Sparrow pointed out.

"Like you, you mean?"

"Oui, oui," he smirked, "Looks like they're coming over regardless."

Captain Darkholme nodded in agreement and brought out his zat'ni'katel and got it ready.

In orbit above Tortuga DN, space shimmered and warped as the CNSS-2008 Dunkerque appeared out of warpspace, its powerful sublight drives igniting and bringing the strike frigate into orbit of the Draconis Nightcrawlis colony. Disregarding the massive LRR cargo vesel, the strike frigate moved near the colony, intent upon getting additional information about the pirate attacks upon interstellar shipping.

As the strike frigate slowly approached the Draconis Nightcrawlis colony, the captain of the vessel swiftly penned a quick message to the governor of the colony.


TO: GOVERNOR, TORTUGA DRACONIS NIGHTCRAWLIS
FROM: CNSS-2008 DUNKERQUE

WE HAVE BEEN ORDERED TO INVESTIGATE PIRATE ATTACKS UPON INTERSTELLAR SHIPPING BETWEEN ALPHA EINHERJER AND FIVE CIVILIZED NATIONS TERRITORIES

REQUEST PERMISSION TO ACCESS DATA REPORTS ON THESE PIRATE ATTACKS.

REQUEST PERMISSION TO CONDUCT THOROUGH SEARCH OF COLONY INSTALLATIONS.

CAPTAIN LORENZO VENETI, COMMANDING OFFICER SENDS.

ooc.a zat'ni'katel is a type of sword right?

i.c. " Looks liek our suprise is gone." Kanosis drew his Katana and assumed a guard possition with it moving slowly forward. Jim pulled his balster and yelled

"drop it!"

OOC: Nope its a handheld weapon that shoots a bolt of energy.

IC:

As soon as the words 'Drop it' were mentioned, an eiree silence dropped over the tavern. All eyes turned on the two men from Celack. Captain Darkholme looked annoyed and held up his zat'ni'katel.

"They're threatening Captain Darkholme," a patron muttered.

Within moments every Tortugan patron had drawn their weapons and were now pointing them at the two men.

"Gentlemen, I suggest you turn around and leave now," Captain Darkholme told them. "As you can see, due to popular opinion in this tavern, threats against me end in swift death to those who wish to harm me."

Tzigane had just gotten her vodka when two of the other patrons drew swords. Her eyebrows raised, this would be interesting, she thought. One was the same man who had been talking to the barmaid, apparently called Captain Darkholme. Tzigane decided she liked him better than the man with the Katana who looked like a rabbit, so she thought she would get in the fight on his side. She took a large swig from her vodka and then swivelled on her seat, conspicuously taking her one handed battle axe off her belt while drawing a pistol not so conspicuously.

She swore at the rabbit-man (by far not the strangest thing she'd seen out here) in Callisdrunian and then gave those involved a razor-blade grin. She hadn't fed in quite a while. The blood-lust clearly shone in her eyes.

o.o.c. Whoops. If I knew thast i would have takne a different approach. oh well
i.c.
"Funny. Threats against me tend to end in the same way." Kanosis replied. He backfliped over the person nearest to him and grabbed him. Using his as a human shield Kanosis drew his pistol and started shooting. Jim ran to the nearest exit.

TO: CNSS-2008 DUNKERQUE
FROM: Katherine Rasputin

Despite the popular belief by those illegally in power in Draconis Nightcrawlis,
Tortuga DN is not a haven for pirates. Since Draconis Nightcrawlis no longer
appears to have any interest in our affairs other then to blame us for the
problems in their system then you will have to arrange a meeting with myself and
the Tortugan governers before we can allow you permission to search this
colony.

Katherine Rasputin.
Governess Royal of Tortuga DN

Both captains dived for cover knowing that the other patrons would end up doing most of the work anyway. Since Kanosis seemed to have let his guard at the back down, a patron took the oppurtunity to slam a metal tankard down on the back of his head.

"Becoming like old times," Captain Sparrow remarked as he checked his pistol.

Kanosis' head swam.

"Forgot to check my back. Must stay on feet."
He turned the pistol around and shot the man who slammed the tankard down on him. Jim came back it the door carrying a large globe. He threw it inot the centre of the room and it exploded releasing a gas which drifted around the room. Kanosis inhaled it and collasped along with everyone else. Jim dragged his body out of there.

o.o.c. It's sleeping gas. ot killing but yeah ummm I'll be back!

Not wanting to be left out of it, and the rabbit-man having been likely at least temporarily stunned by another patron hitting him over the back of the head with his mug, Tzigane slammed her axe into what she presumed was the rabbit-man's groin while shooting at his friend. She could not tell if she had hit him or not. In the chaos that was ensuing around her, she suspected that another tavern customer would take care of him. In a few minutes she could probably feast.

However, before she could bite him, a strange odor drifted into her nostrils, making her feel woozy and her stomach heave (OOC: Callisdrunian vampires have strange reactions to some chemicals). Tzigane fell to her knees as the rabbit-man and his friend escaped. As she drifted in and out of a state of semi-conciousness, all she could think was "damn!"

OOC: Dammit, why does everybody always have to go pre-empting my posts? I'm trying to get a character into this and it's proving a lot more difficult than I had thought. I guess I'll just edit it somehow.

Captain Lorenzo Veneti cursed colorfully when he read the message that some stupid bitch in charge of the Draconis Nightcrawlis colony. Slamming his fist down upon the side of his command chair in anger, Lorenzo was tempted to give the order to annilihate the renegade colony.

Shaking his head in disgust, Lorenzo turned his first officer and said, "Commander Tane Spiro, you have the bridge." Then turning to his marine detachment officer, he said, "Colonel Ichiro, prepare your unit."

As the two officers saluted, Lorenzo stood from his chair and hurriedly walked off the bridge, heading towards the strike frigate's docking bays. Commander Spiro sat down in the vacated command chair, while the marine officer ran off the bridge to prepare his unit.

-----

Thirty minutes later, five hundred Five Civilized Nations Combat Marines stood stiffly at attention in one of the five docking bays, sternly reviewed by both Colonel Suzuki Ichiro and Captain Lorenzo Veneti.

In a clear voice, the Captain gave his orders.

"Okay men. Your orders are to secure the Tortugan docking bays. You are authorized to utilize maximum force. I have orders from Grand Admiral Rayus Noventa to take a certain Captain Darkholme in at all costs. Intelligence believes that this pirate captain is currently at Tortuga. Secure the docking bays and we will have him."

Wheeling on the heels of his feet, the Captain gazed at the marine commander. "Colonel Ichiro, your men will join me aboard the Skygrasper Transports."

"Yes sir."

Turning around, the Captain boarded the transports, followed by the marine commander and the marine unit.

Slowly the transport exited the cavernous docking bay heading towards the colony, escorted by a trio of powerful F-39G Corsair Interceptors.

En route, the Captain sent a message to the colony.


TO: TORTUGA COLONY
FROM: CAPTAIN LORENZO VENETI

I REQUEST PERMISSION TO LAND AT THE COLONY AND MEET WITH THE GOVERNORS.

TO: Captain Lorenzo Veneti
FROM: Katherine Rasputin

Permission granted.

<< RE: OOC: What crash Gawdly? Sparrows never been in a crash.

This will later be revealed to have been nothing but a rumour. This also gives you the chance to use choice villain phrases like "the rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated..." ;-)

The effects of the gas wearing off, Tzigane rose to her feet and surveyed the scene. The rabbit-man and his friend (she still does not know their names) appeared to be long gone. Most of the other tavern patrons were either unconcious or at least, like herself, quite groggy. Sighing with disappointment, Tzigane looked down at her axe. The blood was still wet. Her mood slightly improved, she licked it off and then went back to the bar to finish her vodka, which somehow had remained undisturbed through the brawl.

The Vengeance bolted skyward, clearing the spaceport quickly, avoiding the traffic that that was milling about. Capable of sub-orbital as well as deep space flight, the Vengeance was light, fast and filled with enough state-of-the-art firepower to see Darius Steele and his crew safely through battles with ships many times their size. The ship that now filled their screens was another matter completely: the Dunkerque was a massive beast, built for raw destruction. As the Vengeance cruised quickly by the seemingly never-ending bulk of the enormous strike frigate, Darius explored the vessel with a practiced eye, looking for weak points in the juggernaut. He knew three different ways of disabling the Dunkerque, but all involved the loss of his ship, the lives of his crew and himself...so he looked a little harder.

"Everyone smile and wave", he said to his crew, a slight smirk tugging at his face," lets just hope they're to busy to take a close look at us."

Steele had no problems with the government of the Five Civilized Nations, nor with Captain Veneti personally. "Heroes for Hire", Steele's security agency, was a well respected entity in the world of professional bounty-hunting, and the company was the first choice of many governments when their own security forces could not(or would not) do the job.

He knew of the 5CN Captain through different sources that he had on dozens of planets. Word on the street was that Veneti was a man of honor, and could be a very dangerous adversary when provoked, and that he had no great love for bounty-hunters or others who played in the grey zones of the law. Steele took a long draw from his ever-present cheroot, and slowly released the smoke before speaking again.

"The moment you get the green light, punch it: we'll apologise to the harbor patrol on the way back."

Less than a minute later, the Vengeance hit her stride and quickly dissappeared into the distance, leaving the Dunkerque behind, following a straight course for Tortuga.

(OOC: :confused: How do you know the weaknesses of my strike frigate? And you know nothing about Veneti... First of all, Veneti is not a man of honor. There is a reason why he has 500 well-trained and heavily armed 5CN marines aboard the transport with him. DO NOT MAKE ANY ASSUMPTIONS UNLESS YOU HAVE REAL EVIDENCE TO SUPPORT IT.)

"Curse them," Captain Darkholme growled and coughed as got back to his feet. "Damned cowards."

"Yeah," Captain Sparrow spat and looked around for the two woman from before, but for now he couldn't see them amongst the others who were coming round.

"Suppose I should get Keety to put them up on vanted posters," Captain Darkholme said, slipping into a different accent.

(OOC: What type of colony is Tortuga DN? Planetary? Orbital?)

OOC: Planetary

Responding to Darkholme's comment on wanted posters, Tzigane looked up from her vodka and said, in a heavy Callisdrunian accent, "I suppose you could, but I doubt it'll help much. Seeing as they're too chicken to stay for a fight they started, they'll probably be off Tortuga before anybody could get wanted posters up." Realizing that blood was still on her lips, Tzigane took a napkin and rather sheepishly wiped it off.

The Skygrasper Class Transport slowly descended through the atmosphere heading planetside towards the main Tortuga DN colony complex. As the medium-sized transport headed towards the colony, Captain Lorenzo Veneti quietly smirked. He believed that his mission would be over soon, with his promotion to Commodore assured.

Like a falcon, the transport appeared out of the clouds and slowly descended towards the docking facility.

Captain Darkholme laughed. "Well if we are quick then they vill be stopped at the docking facility," he mentioned.

For when Captain Veneti's ship docked, Katherine Rasputin had arrange for a small group of armed guards to pick him and anyone else he wished to have accompany him, up and escort them to Governers House.

(OOC: How big is a small group? Captain Veneti does have 500 marines with both reinforced endoskeletons, wearing exoskeletons, and equipped with AI/computer implants and a lot of weaponry and armor...)

OOC: 10, is he really going to take all 500?

(OOC: They are aboard the transport with him... Just an FYI, Veneti is one of my craziest and most ambitious captains. He doesn't care about jurisdication and that other crap. All he wants is to complete his mission ASAP and gain promotions... His goal is to control the 5CN Navy and carve out his own little empire...)

OOC: This is going to be fun then :)

"Mind if I tag along? I'm currently in need a job. My last... employer... had a rather nasty run in with the authorities... I wasn't on his ship at the time, so unlike him I need work." Tzigane grinned. She had been working for a smuggler whose ship had been blown up while she was on the ground trying to swindle someone into giving them supplies for some counterfeit money.

Captain Darkholme eyed her up. "What skills do you bring?" he questioned.

OOC: This is going to be fun then :)

(OOC: lol)

IC:

The transport ponderously lowered its landing struts and landed upon the ground. Aboard the marines swiftly cocked their heavy weaponry and activated their targeting sensors as they prepared to take over the colony's docking bay facilities. Smirking quietly to himself, Captain Veneti stood and smoothed his white dress uniform. Nodding to Colonel Ichiro, Veneti selected twenty marines to accompany him first down the ramp.

Slowly the transport's ramp descended and the arrogant Veneti walked slowly down the ramp, flanked on the right by the marine commander and followed by twenty marines.

Captain Darkholme eyed her up. "What skills do you bring?" he questioned.

"I'm moderately skilled at a number of things. I can shoot well, and I know how to handle this axe. I can see easily in the dark, I can tolerate cold temperatures easily, and I can pilot several kinds of ships and am quick to learn should I need to pilot others. I'm a decent theif and a skilled arsonist. I'm also resistant to most chemicals and diseases I've encountered, the one they just used I just wasn't prepared for. I've got some special needs, but they're easily fulfilled in this line of work. In my time in the Callisdrunian navy (OOC: military service is compulsory in Callisdrun) I was a gunner. I've had stints as a burglar, smuggler, pilot, murderer for hire and as a dominatrix as well." She hoped that was enough to get a job on the Captain's ship, as otherwise she'd be stuck here for a while.

There, Captain Veneti was met by the ten Tortugan guards. All were former members of the Draconis Nightcrawlis and were of course still loyal to the Draconian royal family.

"Captain Veneti I presume," the lead guard said. "I am Captain Dolan, we are here to escort you to see the governers."

Captain Darkholme scratched his chin as he pondered whether or not to hire her. "Well you do sound somewhat interesting," he said.

"I'll have her if you don't want her," Captain Sparrow grinned.

The captain quickly pushed him aside. "You're hired," he said.

(OOC: How big is your colony size and population wise?)

Captain Veneti shook his head as he regarded the guard captain. "I am sorry captain, but unfortunately I will have to disregard your orders."

With a snap of his fingers, the twenty marine grunts snapped their heavy weapons up and aimed them at the guardsmen. The Marine Colonel whirled around on the heels of his feet and signaled for the 480 other marines aboard the transport to disembark.

Within five minutes, the docking bay was filled with the 500 heavily armed marines.

Tzigane smiled with satisfaction. Serving on a ship's crew beat all the other jobs she'd held any day. "So, are we going to get to wherever the ship is, or are we going to hang around here for longer?"

The Tortugan guards quickly jumped back through the doors, taking cover. Captain Dolan hit an alarm switch as he rushed past it. Throughout the docking facility sirens sounded. In between the guards and the 5CN ship, a thick metal panel came crashing down, blocking their only way out. Other then to reboard the ship and land elsewhere.

"They lied," Captain Dolan yelled. "They're attacking us, we have men down, I repeat, they're attacking and we have men down"

OOC: Hey you changed it while I was posting :mad:

About 4,000 former DN soldiers are based there having escaped after DN fell to Azazel.

Population wise is about 500,000 including visitors.

Tzigane smiled with satisfaction. Serving on a ship's crew beat all the other jobs she'd held any day. "So, are we going to get to wherever the ship is, or are we going to hang around here for longer?"


"The ships ready and waiting," Captain Darkholme said. "Just not sure bout the crew."

"Drunk probably," the other pirate grinned as he walked off.

(OOC: Sorry about that... But this is probably better... I don't want to perform any planetary bombardments in this RP... :rolleyes: )

"The ships ready and waiting," Captain Darkholme said. "Just not sure bout the crew."

"Drunk probably," the other pirate grinned as he walked off.

Tzigane chuckled. She had expected as much. "I'd be more surprised if they were sober. Shall we get going?" She had neglected to mention the fact that vampires had unusually high alcohol tolerance, but she guessed that would become apparent once she was on board. She was clearly eager to be on a ship and off Tortuga, though she liked the place, she'd been there a few months now and she felt a change of scenary was in order.

Captain Darkholme didn't reply. His ears had picked up something, something that didn't at all sound good. "The docking facility is under attack," he said.

Tzigane swore in Callisdrunian.

"Made too much of an infamous name for yourself Darkholme," Captain Sparrow grinned.

"Shut up Sparrow," the captain snapped. "How do you know they aren't after you? We however have to get out of here."

(OOC: You do realize that if your men tried to run, the marines would have opened fire, right? Can you just change your post a little to make sense...)

"I think that would be most prudent. Lead the way." Tzigane knew that Captain Darkholme was wanted all over. She had been expecting something like this to happen for some time now.

<<OOC: 5CN, I said "word on the street"...which meant again, it was a RUMOUR and not a cold, hard fact...and hopefully, you'll prove it wrong. In terms of knowing how to destroy your frigate...well, lets just call that "artistic license" since it really will not affect the storyline at all, since I have no intention of attacking your ship...>>>

The Vengeance had arrived earlier, assuming orbit above Tortunga. Darius had decided not to land on the planetoid because he wanted to be able to leave quickly, if the situation warranted it. A small shuttle was deployed, and Steele, his Xpovosian navigator Tanis and 2 Razors accompanied him to the surface, where they landed in a small, hidden clearing, a few kilometers from the village. After they had unloaded their gear and secured the ship, Darius spoke briefly to them.

"Ok, this is a simple mission: find the targets, report back to me and DO NOT engage. Darkholme and Sparrow are dangerous enough on their own, and if they've joined forces, well we could be in for a heap of trouble."

Steele paused, looking each of the crew members in the eye, his gaze lingering on Tanis.

"Non-lethal settings on your weapons, boys...we want them alive."

The huge bounty-hunter looked at his navigator, who was suddenly speaking animatedly into her headset.

"Update from the mole, Capt'n. Seem's that someone tried to take out Sparrow and Darkholme at the bar...the hit went bad, and the hitters went running. Darkholme and Sparrow were then seen leaving...and Tzigane was with them."

"Where are they now?" grunted Steele.

"Unknown Capt'n. Some sort of tranquilizing gas was used, and our mole is still busy trying not to puke."

Steele let out a string of expletives only half of which were understood by the crew around him. He had hoped for a simple snatch n' grab, and now it looked like he would have to hunt.

"What else could go wrong?" Steele asked of noone in particular.

"Sir, I'm also getting scattered reports that there is some sort of action at the docking facility...shots fired...Capt'n, it sounds like an invasion of some sort, and from what I'm hearing, 5CN troops may be behind it!"

"What? What the frag is Veneti up to?" Steele took a second to light a cigar as he pondered this new development.

"Drixon, you and Leeds get down to the dock, and scope out the situation. DON'T get involved, just get me some information. Tanis and I will try to pick up the trail of our targets."

The two Razors loped off towards the direction of the docking facilities. Darius and Tanis stood looking at each other without speaking, until the silence became uncomfortable.

"Maybe you should stay with the ship, navigator" said Steele, not meeting her eyes, "this job is going fubar, and I want to make sure we can bail quickly if needed."

Tanis replied with an edge to her voice. "With all due respect Capt'n, Vondos can fly the Vengeance as well as I, and you need someone to watch your rather large back...sir."

Steele smiled, a real smile, and replied gently. "As always, you speak with much wisdom. Alright navigator...let's go bag us some bad guys!"

"Yes sir", answered Tanis, relief in her voice.

OOC: 5CN, yes I know, but I'd posted that before you edited it to bring out the other 480. So basically they were getting away before they came down the ramp.

"I think that would be most prudent. Lead the way." Tzigane knew that Captain Darkholme was wanted all over. She had been expecting something like this to happen for some time now.

"Right," Captain Darkholme nodded. He walked over to the exit and looked out. The coast was clear, but then it was only a dark and dirty alleyway. "Follow me and don't bring any attention to yourself Sparrow."

As he walked off down the alleyway, Captain Sparrow glared at him. He could have stayed behind but he decided to follow him.

I'm reeeally confused.
BUT, I like Battlelore.
And Pirates.

"Curse them," Captain Darkholme growled and coughed as got back to his feet. "Damned cowards."

"Yeah," Captain Sparrow spat and looked around for the two woman from before, but for now he couldn't see them amongst the others who were coming round.

"Suppose I should get Keety to put them up on vanted posters," Captain Darkholme said, slipping into a different accent.
Cowards!!!!! My guy killed severasl of your guys and kept his ass out the line of fire using one fo your people as a shield. That's not coawardism if you get out an impossible situation. It's common sense

<<OOC>>
Don't be confused! (Edited to include the cowards... ;-)

-Darkholme is a Pirate raiding the shipping lanes around Draconis Nightcrawlis.
-Sparrow is another Pirate, a friendly rival of Darkholmes.
-Both have prices on their heads.
-Darius Steele is a Bounty-Hunter, hunting them.
-Veneti is Captain of the 5CN frigate, with his own agenda. Also hunting pirates.
-Tortunga DN is a small planetoid where the pirates have gone to ground.
-Tzigane is a rogue vampire, looking for a job. She seems to now have one with Darkholme.
-Captain Zukhovsky runs the Jimi Hendrix, one of the biggest cargo ships in the galaxy. We aren't really sure why he is here, but it seems he is interested in an old decrepit destroyer.
-Admiral Fitzgerald Kanosis is a man running from his past, also with a price on his head - he goes after the pirates to try and make a quick buck. He had his ass handed to him by them.

They are all currently on Tortunga (except Zukhovsky)...the pirates are running, the bounty-hunters are chasing, the cowards are hiding and the 5CN are invading.

Clearer now???

And I have a man with a 1 billion credit bounty on his head recovering after he tried to take out a pirate captain and had to deal with his numerous amounts of lackeys.

I.C.

"Jim I think that if the cpatain knows the planet is too hot he will cut and run. Which means he will head to the docking bay to his ship. We may be able to catch him there without his lackeys. the cowards. can't bother to fight on his own,. Just use useless lackeys to do it for him."

OOC: 5CN, yes I know, but I'd posted that before you edited it to bring out the other 480. So basically they were getting away before they came down the ramp.

(OOC: Actually I edited the post 3 minutes before you posted...)

OCC: Ok, I think I can now participate in this RP more effectively.

IC:

Zukhovsky and a group of marines round a corner, and run right into a group of heavily armed people wearing the uniform of 5CN marines.

"Hey, what brings you to Tortuga?" he asks the 5CN marines, who hopefully do not shoot him in their surprise.

(OOC: Actually I edited the post 3 minutes before you posted...)

Well when I posted that it was based on on there being just Veneti, that other guy and 20 marines. With them beside the doors it gave Dolan plenty of time to reach the switch before all the guards would have been killed.

I edited the post anyway.

o.o.c ah hell. I was going to post a long post about Kanosis( Who is not a coward. methinks i'll be saying that a lot.) arriving at the spaceport to find it shut down and him trying to sneak in because he (mistakenly) thinks that it's shut down because of the pirates. I can't however because I have to go to work.(Goddammit). So i'll post at around 10 pm EST cause that's when I get off.

(OOC: *sighs* I'm gonna let this slide, but in all fairness, my marines would have wiped your men out very easily... LRR, my men are locked in a docking bay.)

Shaking his head in disgust, Captain Veneti keyed his comm and said, "Fire the cannons."

Acknowledged sir.

Within seconds, a battery of beam cannons on the Skygrasper transport began to rotate, bringing to bear the 75mm beam cannons. As the marines slowly melted back behind some obstructions, the cannons fired. Two streams of coherent and incoherent flashed out of the cannons and slammed into the docking bay wall...

(OOC: *sighs* I'm gonna let this slide, but in all fairness, my marines would have wiped your men out very easily... LRR, my men are locked in a docking bay.)

Shaking his head in disgust, Captain Veneti keyed his comm and said, "Fire the cannons."

Acknowledged sir.

Within seconds, a battery of beam cannons on the Skygrasper transport began to rotate, bringing to bear the 75mm beam cannons. As the marines slowly melted back behind some obstructions, the cannons fired. Two streams of coherent and incoherent flashed out of the cannons and slammed into the docking bay wall...

OCC: What do you mean, like, captured?

(OOC: They aren't captured. They are locked in an docking bay...)

(OOC: They aren't captured. They are locked in an docking bay...)

OCC: Ok, so, how should I proceed to interact with them?

(OOC: Well I'm trying to blow the door away, so we can meet after I've done so...)

(OOC: Well I'm trying to blow the door away, so we can meet after I've done so...)

OCC: Ok.

IC:

Zukhovsky and his marines watch as a dropship-type thing shoots up the side of a building not far away.

Tzigane followed Darkholme, slightly ahead of Sparrow. The fact that the authorities were probably right on their tails didn't bother her very much. She remained silent as they walked.

Captain Dolan picked himself up from the ground. The nearest guard to him lay on his stomach, his eyes open and staring, clearly dead.

"Shit," he swore. He could hear the cannons pound away at the door, infact he could see it vibrate. "It is not going to hold out much longer men, get the others we have a battle on our hands."

Tzigane followed Darkholme, slightly ahead of Sparrow. The fact that the authorities were probably right on their tails didn't bother her very much. She remained silent as they walked.

Captain Darkholme continued to say nothing as they walked through the colony. Captain Sparrow however didn't stay silent, he instead hummed to himself much to the annoyance of his rival. Eventually they made it to the edge of the colony and a large spawling jungle stood before them. Neither stopped as they entered.

"I must warn you, the native wildlife isn't very friendly," Captain Darkholme mentioned.

Tzigane shrugged. "That's too bad." She had been in the city the whole time she had been on Tortuga. She did note also that 'not very friendly' could mean anything from slightly dangerous to terrifying. "Does the local wildlife taste any good?" she said half-sarcastically. She then made sure her AK and axe were accessible.

The miles melted beneath their feet as Steele and Tanis approached the small port city, and the infamous drinking hole known as "The Kings Head". They were within spitting distance when the beautiful navigator stopped suddenly, listening intently to her headset.

"Razor 1 reporting shots fired at the spacedock, sir" Tanis stated, "from where they are standing, it looks like Veneti's dropship is training the big guns on them...sir, they're firing!"

"Patch me in on the comm", replied the big bounty-hunter, glaring towards the direction of the docks, knowing that he could see nothing at this distance. He listened to the description of the action, not knowing what to make of it.

"Razor 1, I need a full recon of the situation. It could be that our targets are the ones being fired on by that 5CN ship, so move in and scope out the situation. If it IS Darkholme, contact me immediately and do what you can to take him out before Veneti grabs him. You are authorized to bring your exo's to maximum, and use lethal force if necessary. Steele out."

Darius broke the connection, and took one last look behind him. He had confidence that the Razors could handle anything thrown at them, and at this distance he was unable to help them anyway.

"Ok Tanis, let's hit the Kings Head and see if we can pick up the trail from there...and a cold ale sounds about right, don't you think?"

"The first round is on me, sir," replied Tanis, smiling at him in an impish way.

"It's tasty when cooked right," Captain Sparrow grinned. "Mind they don't eat you first of course."

The strange captain laughed but Captain Darkholme was silent. Somewhere the leaves rustled as if something bounced through the branches.

Tzigane chuckled, although she quickly silenced herself when she heard noises in the surrounding jungle. Getting eaten first was a real possibility, and it was something she'd like to avoid. She watched and listened. Callisdrunians, especially vampires, being nocturnal, she could see very well in the dark, and too much light actually made her eyes uncomfortable.

Captain Darkholme quietly pressed on, he seemed to know where they were headed. The jungle around them began to get denser, surely no wone had ventured this far from the colony.

"How about a song?" Captain Sparrow mentioned. "We gonna ride the sea, we pray to the wind and the glory. That's why we are raging wild and free. Come sing along with the pirate song. Hail to the wind, hooray to the glory. We're gonna fight 'til the battle's won. On the raging sea."

Tzigane smiled. No doubt Sparrow was greatly annoying Darkholme, but it was still funny. She remained alert, however. The heat was becoming quite irritating. Even though she hadn't been in Callisdrun for years, she still felt more comfortable in cold climates.

(OOC: The door goes boom?)

(OOC: The door goes boom?)
OOC: probably

(OOC: The door goes boom?)

OOC: Sorry I was actually expecting you to write the door going boom :D

IC:

Soon the metal had cried enough and the door was blown off into a large open courtyard. The smoke drifted off into the sky. Save for the odd body in front of them, the courtyard was empty.

Tzigane smiled. No doubt Sparrow was greatly annoying Darkholme, but it was still funny. She remained alert, however. The heat was becoming quite irritating. Even though she hadn't been in Callisdrun for years, she still felt more comfortable in cold climates.

"Phew hot out here innit," Captain Sparrow mentioned. He took off his jacket and looked at Tzigane. "So where did you say you came from again?"

Captain Darkholme stayed silent, he appeared to be ignoring the other pirate.

"Move out," Colonel Ichiro ordered, when he saw the heavy door fall from the stress and power of the 75mm beam cannons.

Quickly a squad of heavily armed marines swarmed through the docking bay entrance, their exoskeletons' machinery whining as they moved. Finding nobody in the courtyard, the marines crouched down behind any available obstructions and waited. Immediately afterwards, another squad of marines proceeded through the entrance, followed by Colonel Ichiro and Captain Veneti...

Down toward the other end of the courtyard was another door. Along the sides were a few more doors. All were labled Storage, only the door at the far end was labeled differently, Check In.

Evidently those guards that had survived had quickly left to get back up.

"Phew hot out here innit," Captain Sparrow mentioned. He took off his jacket and looked at Tzigane. "So where did you say you came from again?"

Captain Darkholme stayed silent, he appeared to be ignoring the other pirate.
Tzigane replied. "Callisdrun. It is a land of ice. So far north on its planet that there is no sun during much of the winter, and in the summer the thunderstorms are constant. It's beautiful though." She paused for a minute and then added "You'd like the festivals held on the solstices. Great times." It had been fun, although, so had her space career.

"Plenty of booze?" Captain Sparrow asked with a smirk. "Though it sounds far too cold for my liking, I prefer warth I love the feeling of the hot sun beating down on my skin."

"Quiet you two," Captain Darkholme demanded. He had stopped walking and appeared to be listening out for something.

Tzigane nodded and raised her eyebrows to indicate silently to Sparrow that there was indeed plenty of booze in Callisdrun. She resumed watching and listening.

The first squad of 5CN marines quickly swarmed around the Check-In door. While nine men covered the door, the last man attempted to activate the door and open it.

The first squad of 5CN marines quickly swarmed around the Check-In door. While nine men covered the door, the last man attempted to activate the door and open it.

The door opened to reveal a crowded check in area. Close to them, a group of men in white coats were arguing with a woman stood behind the check in desk.

"Look there is no attack," one of the men yelled. "Now let up back to our ship."

The boulder didn't stand a chance.

The point-man, Orto Leeds, had just stepped beside the large rock when it exploded, sending out an expanding ring of deadly shrapnel, The pieces bounced harmlessly off the exo-skeleton and body armor of the Razor, causing only cosmetic damage.

"What the frag!" yelled Leeds, keying in his comm with his tongue, "we're taking fire!"

Basta Drixon stood calmly, surveying the action in the distance. Dialing up his optic magnification, the veteren Razor was able to see the drama unfolding at the dock, and marvelled at the sheer power of the 5CN dropship's big guns...

"Stand down, rookie...if you check your buddy bar, you'll see that I fired that blast." Leeds lowered his gatling-launcher, but kept his eyes trained forward. Drixon continued.

"Somehow on the way here, I musta damaged my shoulder-mount, and systems were indicating it was outta commission." he paused and smiled "I tested it just to make sure. Looks fine to me..."

"Thanks fer th' warning," muttered the younger man, "and fer lettin' everyone know we're HERE."

"Y'know, your mouth is gonna get you in a lot of trouble, boy...now, shut it for a minute and listen up: those navy boys ain't fightin' with Darkholme and his crew...those were Draconis guards that were running away from the 5CNers, and IF Darkholme was anywhere near here, he's gone after that attack." Drixon took a deep breath. "I need to talk to the Captain".

He keyed his comm and waited. When no reply came, he tried again to no avail. He asked Leeds to try, with the same results. Their comms were in working order, yet Steele was unreachable. A decision had to be made, and Drixon had to make it.

"So...how do you feel about taking a closer looksee?" Drixon asked with a grin.

The lead marine lowered his rifle and nonchalantly entered the check-in area. In an official tone, he addressed the white-coat personnel and the woman.

"I'm sorry, but it is recommended that you leave this area. We have an unauthorized landing by some crazy bastards. They escaped and the other Tortuga DN guards and I are attempting to find where they ran off to."

As the marine spoke, the other nine marines entered the area, their weapons also lowered...

Tzigane nodded and raised her eyebrows to indicate silently to Sparrow that there was indeed plenty of booze in Callisdrun. She resumed watching and listening.

Captain Sparrow grinned, he could use some booze right about now. From his jacket pocket he took a bottle and drank from it. Meanwhile, Captain Darkholme began climbing a tree. Only for a human, he climbed very well, almost too well.

The woman sighed. "Fine go back to your ship but you do not have permission to leave, any attempt to leave will be dealt with severly," she warned them before turning to the 5CN marines. "Only a couple of injured guards came this way."

(OOC: Is the woman talking to me or the white-coats?)

(OOC: Is the woman talking to me or the white-coats?)

To you sorry.

Zukhovsky enters through the door, along with 10 marines. He surveys the charred wreckage and presses inwards, in the direction of the 5CN marines.

He and the LRR marines reach the door labeled "Check In."

"How do you suppose we open it?"
"Dunno."

Zukhovsky begins pressing buttons, and the door slides open.

To you sorry.

(OOC: My marines are masquerading as Tortuga DN guard personnel, that's why the lead marine said, "I'm sorry, but it is recommended that you leave this area. We have an unauthorized landing by some crazy bastards. They escaped and the other Tortuga DN guards and I are attempting to find where they ran off to.")

Looking up at Darkholme, Tzigane was a bit perplexed. "Captain, may I ask, what are you doing?"

She walked to the base of the trunk to follow suit if she needed to.

Kanosis and Jim heard the gunfire near at the spaceport as they were walking their way to their ship, the Kitserfa. They dived to the ground and drew their weapons. Seeing at though they weren't under attack they got back up. Kanosis turned to Jim

"we have to see who is shooting. It may be Darkholme and civilians may be hurt."

They moved silently towards the courtyard.

(OOC: My marines are masquerading as Tortuga DN guard personnel, that's why the lead marine said, "I'm sorry, but it is recommended that you leave this area. We have an unauthorized landing by some crazy bastards. They escaped and the other Tortuga DN guards and I are attempting to find where they ran off to.")

Hence why she mentioned the injured guards.

Looking up at Darkholme, Tzigane was a bit perplexed. "Captain, may I ask, what are you doing?"

She walked to the base of the trunk to follow suit if she needed to.

Captain Darkholme crouched down on an upper branch. He looked down at Tzigane and glared angrily at her.

"I'd shut up if I were you," Captain Sparrow grinned.

"Thank you, ma'am," the lead marine replied. With a quick nod to his nine squad mates, the squad of marines slowly headed into the colony.

While the next squad of marines the check-in room, a squad of soldiers from some other nation arrived. Surprised, the marines crouched down, their heavy weaponry cocked and ready to fire, as the LRR marines entered the room...

ooc. 5CN you kinda ignored LRR there.
i.c.
Kanosis peered around a box at the large amount of marines marching.

"5CN marines. Bad news. They're invading neutral territory. Innocent people are likely to get hurt. Plus there are several pirates here. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Get back to the Kitesefa, re-activate the homing beacon they placed on it, wait for the Celack to send a battlecruiser to capture us, and while we're at it strafe the marines?"

"Exactly."


5 minutes later.

"Is the beacon activated?"

"Yes. Are the engines ready, the laser turret on-line and the nova bomb ready to be dropped?"

"All ready. Let's go"

The Kitsefa
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"Go where?" asked Drixon as he placed the barrel of his wrist-blaster against the neck of Kanosis. The two Razors had seen the men huddling behind some crates, observing the actions at the dock. He and Leeds had placed their razor-suits in stealth mode, and were able to approach the two men unawares. They followed them to their ship, and boarded with them, bypassing the on-board security with ease. They now had their weaponry trained against the skulking duo.

"Why doncha just let me know what yer interest is in this, and maybe both of you can leave here on your own feet, and not in a body-bag."

o.o.c Except for the fact that they are already in the and there is a very good security system of board, I will let this slide.

i.c.

"We're trying to leave this planet before those marines start shooting everything in sight. What the hell are you doing on my ship?"

Captain Darkholme crouched down on an upper branch. He looked down at Tzigane and glared angrily at her.

"I'd shut up if I were you," Captain Sparrow grinned.

Tzigane threw up her hands in the classic "Ok, ok, I'll back off now" gesture.

Captain Sparrow just nodded, for once he too was silent. The other captain lept from the tree he was in, over to another one. WHatever he was looking for couldn't be seen from the ground.

Tzigane leaned against the tree and fiddled with her axe. It was stained in several places. She took out a rag and started cleaning it. It would just get dirty again, but it gave her something to do.

Captain Sparrow watched as his rival disappeared through the tree tops. "Shouldn' hear us now," he remarked, then turning Tzigane. "How can you stand all that cold weather?"

Captain Sparrow watched as his rival disappeared through the tree tops. "Shouldn' hear us now," he remarked, then turning Tzigane. "How can you stand all that cold weather?"

Tzigane looked at Sparrow as if he'd just asked her how she could stand wearing socks. "For me it's normal weather. Also, most of us have fairly low body temperatures, especially vampires. Mine is 82 degrees fahrenheit." She took off her trenchcoat and stuffed it in her bag. "Anything over 65 is considered really hot, room temperature is usually about 45 to 50. Besides, we've got all that vodka to warm us up."

"I hate cold," the pirate said, kicking a rock away. He listened for a moment, he heard nothing but the sound of an alien bird singing in the distance. "Dakholmes probably gone off and left us to fend for ourselves. Does that all the time." A grin crossed the pirates face. "I would kill to have agility like his."

((OOC sorry...upon reading your post again, I can see that you did board the ship, though in all honestly, it wasn't completely clear on first reading...now, how to get out of this mess...?))

The big Razor smiled...and said nothing. There was no reason to let the man know about the stealth properties of his armor, or the advanced security baffles that rendered him almost invisible to most known forms of sensor and security devices...yet. From his reaction, the regal looking man in front of him was not part of the military action below, and in fact, was trying to leave the scene before it got out of hand. Drixon looked the man up and down, and knew immediately that he had military training just by the way he stood...relaxed, but ready to explode into action. Out of habit, Drixon activated his suit database and let the computer run a check on the man in the background.

"If this is so, then you have my apologies. We thought you might be involved with the actions outside - and obviously, yer just trying to get out before the sh*t hits the fan. We'll leave now, and let you get on your way."

Drixon was beginning to lower his blaster when a "ping" came from his AI. He listened intently for a second, then quickly raised his weapon back into the ready position.

"Well, well...yer a long way from home, Admiral Kanosis. The Celackian premier sends his regards."

He noticed that Leeds had gone to full combat readiness, about a second after he brought his own suit to maximum.

"Just so you don't try anything TOO stupid, yer worth the same amount dead or alive...and dead is easier for me."

"I hate cold," the pirate said, kicking a rock away. He listened for a moment, he heard nothing but the sound of an alien bird singing in the distance. "Dakholmes probably gone off and left us to fend for ourselves. Does that all the time." A grin crossed the pirates face. "I would kill to have agility like his."

"Probably serves him well. I can climb decently, 'cept I'm too lazy to do it without a good reason." She took out a file and began sharpening her axe, although without much enthusiasm. "Gods, it's hot here."

Captain Sparrow laughed and threw his jacket over one shoulder. "You need to take a trip past a sun, then you'll know what hot is."

He then took off down the narrow path that led further into the jungle. "Come along now dear," he said. "Don't want to go back to the colony now do you?"

"Thank you, ma'am," the lead marine replied. With a quick nod to his nine squad mates, the squad of marines slowly headed into the colony.

While the next squad of marines the check-in room, a squad of soldiers from some other nation arrived. Surprised, the marines crouched down, their heavy weaponry cocked and ready to fire, as the LRR marines entered the room...

Zukhovsky, as calm and composed as ever, walks into the small room.

"Hello. Where does this go to?"

The attack siren still filled the air with an almost mindnumbing noise. Out in the colony, most citizans, scientists and visitors had gone to safety. The main square of the colony was empty except for a few Tortugan guards stand at the entrance to The Welcome Tavern

Tzigane put the file back in her bag and hooked her axe onto her belt. Cursing in Callisdrunian under her breath, she followed Sparrow down the path.

Tzigane put the file back in her bag and hooked her axe onto her belt. Cursing in Callisdrunian under her breath, she followed Sparrow down the path.

Captain Sparrow held his arms and hands outstretched and breathed in. "Mmm, just smell that gorgeous air," he said. "Have you ever smelt anything so fresh, so unspoilt?"

Captain Sparrow held his arms and hands outstretched and breathed in. "Mmm, just smell that gorgeous air," he said. "Have you ever smelt anything so fresh, so unspoilt?"

Tzigane sniffed the air. "Yes." She paused and then added "but it wasn't as wet."

The pirate laughed, soon the came across a small waterfall with a pool at the bottom of it. "You want to stop here for a while?" he asked, "They'll never find us here."

Zukhovsky, as calm and composed as ever, walks into the small room.

"Hello. Where does this go to?"

Before the marines could respond, Colonel Ichiro and Captain Veneti entered the room. Taking one look at the LRR marines, Captain Veneti said, "Why are you here? This is a restricted area of the Tortuga DN colony. I request that you depart immediately."

"The door said check-in," announces Zukhovsky, "and there doesn't seem to be any other way to get into the colony."

The LRR marines, not heavily armed at all (carrying only heavily modified Sten Mk. VII SMGs) don't look too menacing.

"I'm sorry. But I am going to have to ask you to leave. If you do not comply with this request, my men will forcefully remove you from here..." Captain Veneti retorted simply.

"And why? It certainly does not look like you work here. And those," pointing to the 5CN marines, "don't look like Draconis Nightcrawlis gaurds. They've got powered exoskeletons and weapons that look, if anything, right off a Five Civilized Nations ship."

Zukhovsky certanly knows a lot in the way of useful (and useless) information, and he has guessed that the "gaurds" are actually imposters.

"Say, you wouldn't have come through that big hole blown in your door. I thought I saw some people go in, that looked a lot like these people here. You might want to check up on that."

The pirate laughed, soon the came across a small waterfall with a pool at the bottom of it. "You want to stop here for a while?" he asked, "They'll never find us here."

"Sounds good." Tzigane leaned against a nearby rock and began sharpening her axe again.

OOC: Is Darkholme still up in the trees?

OOC: He's somewhere.

IC:

"Damn I should have brought some food with me," he said sitting down beside the pool. He took another swig from the bottle and burped. "You know if we get lost out here it'll be decades before anyone finds us."

Tzigane looked unconcerned. "True" she said. She had a good sense of direction, and she could always hunt food. She had other needs though. She decided not to think about the possibility of getting lost.

o.o.c. Brief history of Kanosis (excluding the first 30 years of his life). Kanosis was PM of Celack in 2005. After several events, including several universes colliding, he was (unknownly) cloned and sent into the future. The time travel modified him somehow. He was able to split into genetic backgrounds, a human and a rabbit, each with genius intellects and they share a telepathic bond. the seperation is preceded by a large blinding green flash and a loud thunderlike crack. Upon his arrival in the future, he managed to aquire a Katana which is sharp enough to cut through flesh, bone and steel. It has even cut through the hull of some weaker spaceships. In other words you're F*****d

I.C. Kanosis chuckled for a moment and a blinding green flash that filled the bridge of the Kitsefa along with a thunderous crack.

The human KAnosis drew his Katana and swung it at the nearest intruders midsection while the rabbit Kanosis started to press buttons which brought a forcefield around the second intruder.

Tzigane looked unconcerned. "True" she said. She had a good sense of direction, and she could always hunt food. She had other needs though. She decided not to think about the possibility of getting lost.

Captain Sparrow laughed to himself and and up at the threes towering above them. "I do hope he knows what he's doing," he sighed and took a swig from the bottle that was now almost empty. "What am I saying? He's Darkholme of course he fucking knows what he's doing."

"And why? It certainly does not look like you work here. And those," pointing to the 5CN marines, "don't look like Draconis Nightcrawlis gaurds. They've got powered exoskeletons and weapons that look, if anything, right off a Five Civilized Nations ship."

Zukhovsky certanly knows a lot in the way of useful (and useless) information, and he has guessed that the "gaurds" are actually imposters.

"Say, you wouldn't have come through that big hole blown in your door. I thought I saw some people go in, that looked a lot like these people here. You might want to check up on that."

The point marine squad exited the docking facilities and into the colony complex.

Back at the check-in room, all of the marines raised their heavy weaponry and pointed them at the LRR marines. Colonel Ichiro stepped forth and said, "Well now, if you do not wish to get hurt, will you please follow my men back to our transport." Whirling around, the marine commander indicated for two squads of marines to escort the LRR soldiers to the Skygrasper transport.

Meanwhile, Captain Veneti had disappeared into the winding corridors of Tortuga DN followed by approximately three squads of heavily armed marines.

<<OOC Ummm...I'm battling a space-bunny? Pass the Prozac please...>>

The flash blinded Drixon temporarily, and when his vision returned, he realized that he was face-to-face with the armored boot of a Razor unit. He tried to gather his thoughts, but they faded away from his grasp. It was then he realized that he was looking at his own foot, and before he could register shock or cry out, the veteran Razor died, bleeding out onto the spacecraft floor.

Leeds, also surprised by the flash, found himself suddenly immobile, and still unaware of the slaughter of his NCO. At that moment, his comm unit flared to life, and Darius Steeles voice thundered in his ears. He tongued the comm unit, and replied.

"Captain, Leeds here...things are going fubar sir, we found a new target and pursued, and...oh frag, Drixon is dead sir, he's dead, cut in half, oh God, sir he's still looking at me..."

"LEEDS! Focus man, focus! What is the current situation?" thundered Steele, frustrated by his inability to act.

"Yessir", whimpered Leeds, "sir, they've immobilised me somehow, and killed Drixon. The target is Admiral Kanosis sir, we followed them into their ship...then he turned into a rabbit."

"A rabbit??" asked Steele, incredously.

"Yessir, a little furry bunny. Sir. Sending visual record now."

Steele watched in amazement as the recording replayed the actions of the last few minutes. He made a quick decision.

"Leeds, put me on speaker." Steele heard a click, and saw the green light indicating that he was cleared to broadcast.

"Admiral Kanosian, this is Darius Steele. I want to speak with you. Man to man. No reason for this "misunderstanding" to get further out of hand."

As he was speaking, Darius keyed in the numerical sequence that gave him control of Leed's Razor unit. He then waited for Kanosis's response, the outcome of which would decide what Steele's next move would be.

Captain Sparrow laughed to himself and and up at the threes towering above them. "I do hope he knows what he's doing," he sighed and took a swig from the bottle that was now almost empty. "What am I saying? He's Darkholme of course he fucking knows what he's doing."

"He's free to climb trees all he wants as long as I get paid. He must have some reason to be up there. And luckily, he appears not to need either of us to climb trees." Tzigane put away her axe and file and took out a bag of chips she had stolen and been too lazy to take out until now. She took some herself and then offered some to Sparrow. "Sorry, I forgot to get any dip."

"Thanks," he said, taking a small handful. "Don't need any dip."

A strange rainbow coloured bird flew low between the trees past them. Captain Sparrow leaned over and watched it fly off. To see such a bird was a rarity even here.

"He goes off on his own now and again, stays away from his crew quite alot," he then told her.

Tzigane crunched chips and thought. Then she looked up and said "That's rather odd. Do you know much about his crew and his ship?" She looked out towards where Sparrow appeared to be looking and saw the bird, which she followed with her eyes until it disappeared into the distance. Even she appreciated natural beauty.

"They're ruthless, you don't need ter know 'bout much more then that," Captain Sparrow mentioned. "His ship, don't know much 'bout. Never been aboard it myself."

The pirate then let out a rather long belch and shook his head.

"You know theres more to Darkholme then meets the eye,"

(OOC: Can I get a description of the colony after I get beyond the docking bay?)

"They're ruthless, you don't need ter know 'bout much more then that," Captain Sparrow mentioned. "His ship, don't know much 'bout. Never been aboard it myself."

The pirate then let out a rather long belch and shook his head.

"You know theres more to Darkholme then meets the eye,"

Tzigane chuckled. "Of course. It's easy to tell." Thinking about the crew, she said "Ruthless, eh? Sound like what I expected. They probably know how to have a good time, though."

Tzigane chuckled. "Of course. It's easy to tell." Thinking about the crew, she said "Ruthless, eh? Sound like what I expected. They probably know how to have a good time, though."

Captain Sparrow laughed. "Probably is an understatement," he said with a grin. "Attacking ships is what they do for fun and theres nothing more fun then watching a grown man cry and beg mor his life."

(OOC: Can I get a description of the colony after I get beyond the docking bay?)

The exit of the docking bay led into the main square were visitors were welcomed by the sight of shops and taverns. Central to the main square was a large statue of the missing King Kurt I. In the area surrounding it was mostly residential buildings. Beyound that were hill that separated the seaside colony from the jungles. Up there was the governers house and a large research facility.

He kept replaying the images in his head: Drixon and Leeds following the 2 men into their ship, getting the drop on them before a blinding flash, the sudden appearance of Kanosian's strange blade which cut Drixon in half, slicing through the Razor suit as if it paper, Leeds being captured in what appeared to be a force-field of sorts...

...and of course, the space bunny.

Steele would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if not for the fact that one of his best operatives and long-time friends lay dead on the ship's deck, and one of his rookies was still in the line of fire. Steele accelerated his light-weight powersuit to maximum and continued in the direction of his captured soldier. He reviewed what data he had on Kanosian, and it was slim pickings indeed. All that was important to Steele was that the disgraced Admiral had a bounty on his head that exceeded a billion credits, and that was a tidy sum, even for Steele.

He could see Tanis keeping pace with him while she downloaded the last message from the mole that had followed Darkholme.

"Ok Cap'n, the mole has disengaged. Once the gas had worn off, he was able to pickup Darkholmes trail by getting info from the street...the last intel he received was that 2 men and a woman were seen leaving the settlement in the opposite direction of the spacedock. One of the men fit the pirates description perfectly. Not much out that way 'cept for lots of thick woods and dangerous wildlife..."

Steele pondered as he ran, digesting this new information. If not for Leeds current predictement, he and Tanis could be at the forests edge within minutes. He cursed his luck silently, and continued towards the dock.

"What could be taking Kanosian so long to reply?" he asked to no one in particular.

Captain Sparrow laughed. "Probably is an understatement," he said with a grin. "Attacking ships is what they do for fun and theres nothing more fun then watching a grown man cry and beg mor his life."

Tzigane grinned, remembering one of her past professions. "No, no there isn't," she said. "Sounds like a fun crowd."

"Well they're a better lot then my old crew I'll tell you that now," Captain Sparrow mentioned. He was getting irritated by the other pirates absence. "I sure want to know what Darkholme went after."

"As do I. He's a strange one." Tzigane ate more of the chips. "What did your old crew do?" she asked, curious at Sparrow's comment.

"The buggers mutinied," Captain Darkholme spat. "Left me on a desert planet to die of thirst, they did leave me a gun with a single bullet however to end the torture but I have other plans for that bullet."

"Not very nice of them." Tzigane said. She understood the desire for revenge. It certainly wasn't unreasonable in this case.

OOC: I see you using more than just the name of Captain Sparrow of "Pirates of the Caribbean" fame. ;)

OOC: It only started out as using the name and changing it slightly.

IC:

"Well we are pirates," he said and spat at the ground. "Then again at least Darkholme had the courage to kill his crews old captain in cold blood. Mine? Mine left me to die on a rock."

Once again the prate spat and wiped his mouth with his arm.

"I see. Occupational hazards, I suppose." She sat down on a rock and started drawing with a stick in the dirt. "Myself, I really never saw the point. When crews mutiny, they get rid of their old captain, and install a new one. The thing is, the new one usually seems to be basically the same as the one they replaced. Besides, I don't like amount of responsibility leadership brings." She grinned.

"Savvy," Captain Sparrow grinned. He then stood up, stretched and cracked his knuckles. "As much as I would like to, we cannot stay here."

Something above them disturbed the trees as a huge flock of birds suddenly flew out from the tree tops.

The booming voice of Captain Steele commanded ones attention, even over an intercom. Leeds was immediately reassured when he heard his commanders words, and even though he was still immobilized, he had faith that his Captain would pull his ass out of this fire. Leeds waited for Kanosian to reply to Steeles offer, but the rogue ex-Admiral acted as if he hadn't heard anything. The young Razor looked away from Kanosian, to the rabbit that sat in front of him, staring up at him balefully. Leeds cleared his throat:

"Uhmm, lissen...Bugs? Can you hop over and getchyer boss to talk to MY boss...there's a carrot in it fer ya..."

The rabbit just sat there, twitching its whiskered face.

Tzigane dropped the stick and stood up. Since she didn't know which direction Sparrow was intending on going in, she just waited for him to start, re-positioning the array of stuff she had hanging on her body. There was her bag, her AK-103, her axe, and other assorted items.

Captain Sparrow looked up toward the tree tops. For a moment he just stood there, his eyes scanning for whatever had disturbed the birds, but there was nothing. Just trees, trees and more trees.

"We should definitly leave," he then said and began walking further along the path away from the colony. "I know a good place down this way."

Tzigane nodded and followed. Hopefully, things would work themselves out. They usually did for her.

OOC: last post until next week.

Captain Sparrow carried on walking until they came to what appeared to be the end of the path. He said nothing as he climbed over the trunk of a dead tree over to a steep bank. Nearby running water could be heard. Instead of waiting for Tzigane, he began climbing down the steep bank down to where a river flowed through the jungle.

MOTHERFUCKING HELL!! I just posted a hella-long post to rpely about Kanosis and shit and hsi actions. aS a backup I was going to copy and paste it into notebook so I wouldn't lose it. Unfortunatly, I hit ALT-C instead of CTRL-C. Post tommorrro. Tonight I sleep. Also Montreal kicks ass. But Ottawa is better. Night.

<<OOC - Good thing too, if you had waited much longer I was gonna go Elmer Fudd all over that rabbit's ass! ;-) >>

o.o.c Atempt two at the post. SOrry for being gone for so long. Also not space bunny, genetically modified Celackian Psycho rabbit. It's spelled Kanosis

i.c.
The rabbit seemed to jumped into the human's face. When the rabbit was fully in the human's face there was another green flash and loud crack.After this the fully formed Kanosis appeared.

"Mr. Steele the only misunderstanding is why your lackey hasn't droped his weapons and gotten out of his armour, because i'm sure it has built in weapons. If he does that, I will let him go unharmed. If you try to get into my ship if I let him go, then my associate will use the laser turret to reduce you and your friends to bubbling slag. Is there any misunderstanding?"

o.o.c. Didn't Bugs kick Elmer's ass all the time? So your saying that Kanosis would go around playing pranks on Steele, each time pissing him off?

Thick clouds of smoke hung over Steele's head, the result of his affinity for the small cheroots that he smoked on a regular basis. He and Tanis had been forced to stop briefly because of a minor malfunction in the navigators suit. The atmosphere and planetary conditions were tough on the modified Razor units, despite the constant maintenance they underwent. As soon as Steele heard Kanosis' voice, he signalled Tanis to patch into his comm unit, took another long drag of his cigar and replied:

"Admiral, once again I apologise for the actions of my men. With all due respect, you DO have a rather large bounty on your head, and my men were just doing their jobs. That being said, you and your ship are NOT my targets, and I don't really have a large interest in taking you in."

Except for that nice payday, thought Steele as he paused to make sure he still had remote system control of Leeds exo-suit.

"As for my operative, seeing as you have immobilized him in some sort of stasis field, it's hard for him to disarm himself since HE CAN'T MOVE!" Steele caught himself before he lost his temper completely. He needed Kanosis' cooperation if he wanted to get his man out of there alive.

"Admiral, my team and I are here to go after some pirates, pure and simple. I have no quarrel with you, despite the fact you just killed one of my men. I think it would be in your best interests to simply release your captive, let him walk out of there, and we'll go our seperate ways. I'm sure you have more important things to do with your time?"

As he waited for the rogue Admirals reply, Steele looked towards the towering forests where his real targets were getting farther and farther away from him.

"I will let him off the ship. However if I ever catch a wiff of you or your men again you will be killed. And I swore I set the forcefield to a cage setting not to completly restrict movement."

Kanosis raised his sword and turned off the forcefield.

"Move." Kanosis pointed to the hatchway." Any attempt to attack me will result in your death. Understood? Also I am alergic to carrots so you threw a death threat at me. Do it again and you will lose your ability to procreate."

(OOC: Waits impatiently for LRR to post...)

(OOC: Waits impatiently for LRR to post...)

OOC: It appears he has gone awol, last post was 3 days ago.

(OOC: Probably went away for the weekend or something...)

o.o.c.

5CN here's a warning. LArge possibility of space battle between at least kanosis and your ship. Possibly a celackain Battlecruiser too.

Oh yes and he's going to strafe the marines.

Steele watched Leeds leave the Admirals ship, the comm connection to the young mans battle-suit projecting images of the interior of the ship. When his operative had cleared the ship, Steele tongued his communicator to open broadcast:

"Thank-you Admirial, for your cooperation. We won't keep you any longer." He switched the comm to direct, and spoke to Leeds.

"Getchyer ass back to the drop-point, and wait for extraction. Move it, soldier!" To Tanis he said, "we're moving out, after Darkholme. Whatever is happening at the dock is no longer our concern."

Tanis looked at Darius, meeting his gaze.

"But Cap'n...a billion credits?"

"I haven't lost my mind, navigator...Kanosis' time will come, just not today. We can find him anytime we want now..."

Steele tongued the communicator once again.

"Oh, and Admiral? I know that you are probably hoping to examine the gear of my dead soldier, but I wanted to let you know that in about 30 seconds, it will self-destruct in a very loud and messy way. Have a nice day!"

Steele cut the communications with the criminal Admiral before he could reply, and made one last call, this time to the provisions store at the spaceport.

"Yes, could you please have 200 lbs of carrots delivered to the Celackian ship in docking bay 47...compliments of Darius Steele."

With that, Steele turned towards the forest where Darkholme awaited.

(OOC: Don't even think about attacking the strike frigate. Even though its merely 450 meters long it can easily whoop a 1.5 kilometer long battleship or battlecruiser... If you strafe the marines, I won't be able to guarantee the survival of your vessel and your character...)

<<OOC - I was going to give him that same advice, but I thought it would be fun to watch the action...heh.>>

Kanosis grabbed one half of teh body while Jim grabbed the other half and both chucked it off the ship. The Kitsefa then lifted off before anybody else would threaten them.

"Run a scan for any new tracing beacons. I'm sure Steele must have left a few behind."

a few seconds later Jim picked up a small metal disc off the ground of the control cabin.

"Found one"

He crushed it with his hand.

"I believe that's all of them. Now for the 5CN dropship"

The Kitsefa started to hover over the 5CN dropship. the bomb-bay doors openned and dropped a Nova bomb on it.

o.o.c. Will they be able to shoot it down if the ship flies in on one quick run? Beside the Kitesefa is a modifeid prototype heavy bomber. I think it can last a couple round with the frigate. The Battlecruiser can too...

(OOC: FYI, its a medium transport, not a dropship... And you just invited my entire nation to annilihate this colony... :D :p And what the hell is a "Nova Bomb?" And the strike frigate carries a total of 24 mobile suits, 60 fighters, one medium transport, three assault dropships, 1000 combat marines, three levels of shielding, state-of-the-art cloaking and stealth technology, powerful jamming technology, and a whole shitload of weapons... And you think a heavy bomber can survive against that?)

o.o.c A nova bomb in a bomb carried aboard spaceships and some bombers which produers a large explosion and large force. It is called a nova bomb because teh explosion resmbles a star going supernova. It's incredibaly destructive. Also i don't care if teh colony gets destroy. Kanosis might but I don't.

NOTE i said last a couple rounds, I.E. a few moments. Also with that amount of shit that is nowhere near a frigate. That's a battleship.

(OOC: :p There is a reason why it costs US$350 billion to build one of these suckers... FYI, its almost the price of one of my old 1.2 km battleships (only US$25 billion less). And finally, its not your colony. The colony is Draconis Nightcrawlis. Before you drop your big ass bomb, maybe you will want to consult with him first?)

o.o.c. I know it's his colony. The bomb doesn't have a large enough radius to destroy the colony. It has a radius of 50 M. suffiencient to do a good deal of damage to your transport buty not enough to wipe out the colony.

Also your frigate is 450 M long? Where are you going to fit the power generators for the weapons alone, the engines, the cloaking device(s) and their power generators, the heavy shielding, the bay's for all your fighters and other ships, the quaters for your large amount of personel and entertainmetn faciliteis and the like?

(OOC: The crew actually necessary for my latest three ship classes, the Excalibur Class Strike Frigate included, is very small. In the case of the frigate, its a mere 81 men, due to the central AI aboard the ship. The one thousand marines are cared for in a pretty modern, but small barracks capable of housing so many men. Although the vessel is a "mere" 450 meters long, it is extremely wide and tall. This gives the vessel space to carry the generators for its weaponry, shields, and engines. I made a slight error when I mentioned the cloaking device, the Excalibur does not possess a cloaking device[/i], nor is it stealthy. However it does possess some jamming equipment and very little armor (although very strong)...)

o.o.c. Ypu know what Fuck the semantics. Psot what happened after the bomb hit and we'll go on RPing. Hurry up too. I have to be at work in 45 minutes.

i.c. The Kitesefa flew towards a group of marines. It openned fire with it's ventral turret on them and then flew off before retaliation.

(OOC: Whatever...)

The medium transport shuddered when the massive bomb slammed into its upper hull. The small crew of the transport, a mere five men all glanced up in wonder at what happened. And then, the bomb exploded and the metal of the vessel crumpled under both the heat and the concussion of the explosion. The five men of the crew were killed instantly.

Captain Veneti flinched when he heard the explosion, turning around in surprise, he began to swear colorfully, while Colonel Ichiro immediately crouched down, along with the other marines, as some ungainly aircraft flew through the air, strafing the ground.

The explosion was seen on screen from the confines of the governers house. Katherine Rasputin who had been watching the ships on screen shook her head. "These people are mad," she mumbled.

"Warmongerers," her friend Lady Moonstar said.

Katherine sighed. "If they want to kill each other they should do it above their own nations," she remarked.

Leed's had just time enough to grab what was left of his partner before the world began to explode around him. His mind tried to comprehend how a ship of that size could not only get airborne so quickly, but also get in a position to start attacking the customs station at the dock...but after the space-bunny incident in the ship, Leeds would believe anything.

He watched the ship weave in and out, pelting the dock with destructive force. The young man in the Raven suit stopped running, gently laying his friends remains on the ground. He slowly stood and turned very deliberately.

Leeds snapped his V4 Launchers into place, and powered up the tracking sub-system. The V4 was a shoulder-mounted fire-and-forget missile, that tracked its target unerringly at sub-sonic speeds. It was completely invisible to all known types of radar, and had its own defensive AI rendering it virtually unstoppable. It carried a Chameleon Warhead, a device able to adjust its payload on the fly, and learn from experience. Leeds flicked the lock toggle, and Kanosis' ship appeared on his heads-up display, outlined in the red targeting cuticle. At this distance, there was no way the missiles would be stopped, or that they could miss their target.

With a grim smile on his face, Leeds whispered:

"Heroes for Hire always get the last word: Drixon says "frag you!"

Leeds braced himself as 2 pairs of V4 launched themselves from his shoulder and quickly closed the gap on their target. Even as he fired them, Leeds was turning away from the dock and running towards his extraction point, Razor suit dialed up to maximum.

The missiles struck the Kitesefa in the aft. It shook for a minute and then took off skywards, weaving and chaning directions to throw off any enemy aim.

"aft shileds are out. It will take them at least 5 minutes to reset. Goddamit, in atmosphere this thing is ungainly and fly's like a fish. If we can break atmosphere were good."

*BUMPED*

<<OOC - actually Celack, you are probably dead: the first missile takes out shielding, the next 3 tear you a new hole...BUT...since I want to see what your next moves against 5CN will be, we can assume that your ship was simply damaged, and that 2 of the 4 missiles were duds.>>

Actullay this thing has strong shield. I'm saying the first three damaged it and the final one took it down and took out the hyper-drive too. I was going to reveal that later mister "My soldier mounted missles can take down spaceships."

i.c.

"5CN frigate ahead. In the state we're in we probably shouldn't tangle with it. Powering up hyperdrive now"

The Kitesefa shudder and then came to a stop.

"Shit!!! The hyperdrive is out. We may have to wait a while. We may have to be capture by whatever the premier sends after us."

<< OOC - not to get into a long, drawn out technical discussion, if you can turn into a bunny, wield a sword that can cut through spaceship hulls, and launch your spaceship in 10 seconds AND achieve strafing-run orbits with that same ship 2 seconds later...well, I'm thinking that 4 smart missiles (they can adjust their warheads on the fly (EMP, Nuclear, etc) from a few hundred meters should be able to hurt you...badly.

BUT as I said, I'm here to watch you and 5CN go at it!>>

Warned by Captain Veneti about hostile space/aircraft, the Dunkerque scrambled its complement of 60 starfighters from its pair of launch catapults. As the first F-49F Rapier Attack Fighters and F-39G Corsair Interceptors exited the strike frigate and into the dark, harsh, coldness known as space, the Dunkerque slowly moved into a close geosynchronic orbit of the Tortuga Colony.

A squadron of fast F-39G Corsairs immediately flew towards the atmosphere, intent upon intercepting Kitesefa before it could do any more damage...

<< OOC - not to get into a long, drawn out technical discussion, if you can turn into a bunny,>>
Not Turn into a bunny, just split into genetic heritage.

<<wield a sword that can cut through spaceship hulls,>>
Weak spaceship hulls. The blade is diamond edged, and is very sharp

<<and launch your spaceship in 10 seconds>>
I did not say that it took 10 seconds to lift off. The ship was powered up already wehn your guys decided to attack me. After an unspecified time my ship took off.
<<AND achieve strafing-run orbits with that same ship 2 seconds>>
Once again you assuming time. A the troops were right next to the starport, B I first attack the transport which took some time and C> The ship was about 20 M off the ground.
<<well, I'm thinking that 4 smart missiles (they can adjust their warheads on the fly (EMP, Nuclear, etc) from a few hundred meters should be able to hurt you...badly.>> How the hell can one suit of armor contain all the stuff yoo've described? Stealth Gear, loudspeakers, super spead, super strengh, AMrour plating, weapons, and a Rocket launcher with 4 rockets? Ans these rockets have multiple warhead's, homing devices, Radr avoidance technology, and sofisticated AI? Jesus H Christ, that is Fucking impossible man. Even if it where possible they would cost a shitload and your RP'ing a Bounty hunter and his crew so how the hell did they get that kind of cash? That amount of Gear would cost at least 1 billion credits. How many of your people have this shit?


I.C.

"Incoming fighters. Hold on and fire like never before"


The Kitesefa went into a vcariety of twists and rolls, cosntanly changing course to keep from getting hit. The laser turret on the underside blazed constantly trying to hit sonmething by the shear amount of shots send out. This was the same strategy form the chin mounted ion Cannons for they were blazibng away too. The ship still, despite the evasive manuvers, recieved several hits. All seemed bleak for Kanosis and Jim when a Celackian Battlecruiser dropped out of hyperspace. It began broadcasting.

"Attention unknown frigate and fighjter craft. The ship you asre attacking is wanted by Celack and we have priority. Stand down or be fired upon."

http://diesel2035.free.fr/hosted/imperial/imperial_portrait_battlecruiser.JPG

Somewhere deep in the jungle a tree rustled as Captain Darkholme lept from it and landed in another. If there was a chance of fighting he was going to need to fight his way out then he decided he would have to lose Captain Sparrow and the newbie. Sparrow of course would hold him up and would probably cause a whole lot more trouble for him. The newbie on the other hand seemed too eager, that led him to believe that she was a spy. He took a small gadget from his pocket to check where he was before carrying on.

<< OOC - the Raven Battlesuit comes in many configurations and sizes. Most have shoulder mounts that can be loaded with missiles, gatling guns and the like. The Raven is an amalgam of many technologies, most of which are easily available and in use in Space RP's. The suit Leeds and Drixon were wearing were the Heavy Battlesuit-type.

You said "Stealth Gear, loudspeakers, super spead, super strengh, AMrour plating, weapons, and a Rocket launcher with 4 rockets? Ans these rockets have multiple warhead's, homing devices, Radr avoidance technology, and sofisticated AI? Jesus H Christ, that is Fucking impossible man. "

Ok...Stealth Gear: think something along the lines of the Predators suit...I'll agree that this aspect of the suit is the most questionable.

Loudspeakers: these take virtually no room.

Super-speed: this is an exo-skeleton...of course it will have increased speed!

Super-strength: yup, the good, ole exo allows you to be somewhat stronger.

Armor-plating: It IS a battle-suit, of course it will have armor.

Weapons: weapons modules can be added and subtracted at will. This is a BATTLE suit...of course weapons can be attached.

Multiple Warheads: The missile launchers hold 2 missiles each, for a total loadout of four. Each missile is about 16 inches long, and weigh about a pound. Two shoulder mounts makes 4 total missiles. Sounds reasonable to me.

Chameleon Warhead and AI: C'mon, AI on weaponry exists TODAY. This is just a smarter version. The Chameleon Warhead is a warhead that is self-adjusting in-flight if necessary: it can be a simple concussive explosive, it can detonate an EMP wave and it is nuclear tipped. Again, all these technologies are in existance now, so it does not take much imagination to conceive that this product is possible.

As I said, I did not want to have this type of discussion...I'm here to RP. I think if we want to look at REALISM, most here would agree my Raven Battlesuit is more realistic than a guy that goes schizo and sprouts a space bunny from his ass. But hey...I ain't calling you on this. If this is how your world works, cool, I can live with it.

In terms of cost, Heroes for Hire is a massive security firm, catering to planetary governments and private citizens. They have offices, and operatives throughout the galaxy. Bounty hunting is a small but lucrative part of their business. Current estimated revenue for HoH this year is in excess of 9 Billion credits...and another tidy Billion once I catch up to you! Most of the equipment used by HoH, including the Raven suits, were received as partial payment for services rendered. So again, everything is realistic here... >>

<<OOC - just to let you know, I will no longer participate in this thread. Apparantly, I am being accused of Godmodding, which my previous post should clear up...obviously, not Godmodding.

I pissed off Draconis somewhere, and rather than him discussing it with me, he choses to ignore me. My current "disagreement" with the space-bunny has also left a distaste in my mouth. I was here to have fun, and a good ole fashioned space romp. What I got was space-bunnies and "elder" statesman who can't find the time to show some noob the errors they made.>>

Darius Steele stood on the outskirts of the woods, looking into the interior as if his gaze alone could capture Darkholme. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Tanis:

"Y'know, with Drixons death coming so soon after the fubar on Dremel IV, I'm thinkin' I need a vacation. What say we let Darkholme live to fight another day, and you and I blast off for Eros, the pleasure planet?"

Tanius smiled, the biggest smile Steele had ever seen from her.

"Why Cap'n, I though you'd never ask" purred the navigator, taking Steel's hand in hers.

The Vengeance swallowed the drop-ship, and within minutes, Steele and his crew set sail for other adventures.

The agile captain jumped down from the trees and landed in a crouching position. His eyes scanned the immediate area, no potential threat and most importaintly no Captain Sparrow to annoy him. He could hear bad noises coming from the direction of the colony, nothing good would come from this. Captain Darkholme pondered whether or not he should return to the colony to fight.

(OOC: Celack, could I have a little information on your battlecruiser to see whether I'm able to take it out or not... If not, I'll probably escort Kanosis to the battlecruiser and concentrate on finding Darkholme...)

o.o.c. Damn you 5cn. I was about to put out the big post and I don'twant to throw it out. Just take this as an example if you don;t co-operate cause i don't want to throw it out. I'll post stats in a second.

I.C.
"Sir the unknown frigate has not responded. Launch the psyra's?"

"Yes. Launch all 72 of them. Start using the cannons to try and pick of what fighters we can reach.Launch the frigate too"


Several intercepters jumped out of the docking bays of the 1.5 KM Battlecruiser. The rocketed away using powerful engines towards the large swarm surrounding the Kitesefa. As soon as they got it range the openned fire with their cannons. Two frigate detached off the side of the battlecruiser and began to rocket away towards the fioghter swarm, following after the much faster interceptors, which were just a blur now.


o.o.c. Some of my larger ships have something call Smaller ship bays(SSB). These bays can hold either dropships or smaller ships like frigates, escort cruisers, destroyers, ETC. The hole in the centre is the bays. A battlecruiser has 2, a battleship has 4 and a dreadnought has 8. Celack class flagships have clsoe to twelve and some troop transports have fifty, usually used to carry dropships.

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Grawhin class battlecruiser.
Lenght: 1.5 km
Height 500 M
Width:500 M
2 SSB
Bays for 10 squadrons if fighters or equivilant.1
Engines: 4 BRethw Granis.
Shields: 3 layer energy shields, 2 layer psysical shields.2
Hull: Several level Tritanius armour.
Weapons:
55 large scale turbolasers
35 large scale ion cannons.3
20 Captial torpedo turrets
35 Small scale laser turrets
20 Small scale ion cannons
10 Tractor beam projectors
Hyperdrive: Libby-sheffield Nth space drive.

notes
1On this one it contains 6 squadrons of interceptors and 4 squadrons of bombers
2 These contain back-up generators and rotating system. I.E. if a sector shield goes down the shelds from another have have their energy diverted to the downed sector.
3Ion cannons are used to disable craft. instead of damaging the ship, it shuts down their controls.

(OOC: Thanks, Celack...)

Although the Dunkerque could have given the Celackian battlecruiser a run for its money, the crew decidely quickly to allow them to take care of Kanosis, while the Dunkerque moved closer into orbit of the planet, the better to assist the marines in the capture of the pirate named Darkholme...

o.o.c no problem but I doubt your frigate could take my BC out.

I.c.

"the 5CN frigate has given up the chase of Kanosis. Their going after some pirate named Darkholme. We are launching the interceptors to take him ou- wait were getting a communication from Kanosis. He's surrendering."

"Lock a tractor beam on the ship and bring it to fighter bay 4. Send down a detachment of RCM's and an ap mech. Make sure they know that if they resist they will be shot. I'll be there soon."

OOC: I have returned. So Draconis, how do you want to do this? Are they ever going to get to Darkholme's ship?

IC: Tzigane followed Sparrow but then paused. She didn't like the fact that her new boss was nowhere to be found. She needed that job. Both for pay and for fresh nourishment. Tzigane was running out of money, and the only blood she had was old and cold, and there wasn't much of that left either. She stopped Sparrow and gave him her bag, a small thermos poking out. "Here, hold this, I'm going to climb a tree." Within a few minutes she had started climbing. It took her a little while to get to a good height. Off in the distance, she saw something moving about.

Captain Sparrow just shrugged as he took the bag from her. Watching the rather strange woman climb the tree, he already knew that Captain Darkholme was long gone.

"Your wasting your time missy," he remarked.

Tzigane knew that she could not reach the movement in the distance she knew to be captain Darkholme. She wasn't fast enough. So she swore and climbed back down the tree. Before she took her bag back from Sparrow, she opened the thermos and took a few sips.

"Do you know where his ship is, or where he might be going?" she said as she put the thermos away and wiped the blood from her lips.

OOC: Umm Captain Darkholme would be too far away for her to see.

"'Fraid not," Captain Sparrow replied. "Keeps his ship out of view somewhere, never seen it."

As the sixty fighters and interceptors from the Dunkerque screamed over the Tortuga DN colony, their beautiful, but lethality evident to everyone on the planet. The marines coldly accepted this support as they continued to make their way into the colony, as the frigate slowly prepared to hold a close geosynchronic orbit to the colony, its powerful guns prepared for planetary bombardment.

Meanwhile, Captain Veneti smirked as a full detachment of 500 marines exited the docking complex and into the main colony...

The kitsefa sat in the fighter bay. It had not moved for over 10 minutes. No signs of life were seen. The Royal Celackian marines had cut through the hull of the ship and sweeping the interior. On the bridge a young officer ran up to the captain.

"Sir I've been reviewing the video of Kanosis' capture. I felt something wasn't right. They launched an escape pod."

"Bastarfuco! Get me the 5CN captain. I wish to make a deal"


Meanwhile.


The escape pod dropped throught the sky towards the jungle. At the last possible moment it deployed a parachuteand drifted to the ground, settling next to a large tree.

Captain Darkholme saw the escape pod land somewhere far off from where he was still sat on the branch of a tree. He knew it couldn't be good, since there was no evidence of an explosion much before the escape pod appeared through the atmosphere then he knew that whoever it was, was escaping from something. As long as its occupants stayed away from the area he was currently in he wouldn't be in trouble.

OOC: Umm Captain Darkholme would be too far away for her to see.

"'Fraid not," Captain Sparrow replied. "Keeps his ship out of view somewhere, never seen it."

OOC: she has damn good vision. so is my female vampiric space pirate out of a job before her first payday?

OOC: she has damn good vision. so is my female vampiric space pirate out of a job before her first payday?

OOC: Depends on how things turn out.

OOC: Well, I kinda want her to do some pillaging and such. cause if Darkholme leaves without her on board, the RP will move to space while she's stuck on a rock, and I probably won't have an opportunity to get her back into the story.

OOC: Well, I kinda want her to do some pillaging and such. cause if Darkholme leaves without her on board, the RP will move to space while she's stuck on a rock, and I probably won't have an opportunity to get her back into the story.

OOC: "Ahem," Captain Sparrow coughed.

OOC: "Ahem," Captain Sparrow coughed.

Tzigane picked up her bag. "Well, where shall we go now?"

OOC: If his crew mutinied, that kinda means Sparrow has no ship or crew, unless he's already somehow gotten a new one. Recruitment might be a fun RP idea though.

OOC: I did mention Sparrows ship name in a previous post.

IC:

Captain Sparrow smirked. "Darkholme as a little place up river from here," he told her. "Get some supplies then get off this rock."

OOC: I did mention Sparrows ship name in a previous post.

IC:

Captain Sparrow smirked. "Darkholme as a little place up river from here," he told her. "Get some supplies then get off this rock."

OOC: Ok, sorry. I'm a bit absent minded at times.

IC:
"Sounds like an idea. I've got my crap together, and have been trying to leave as soon as possible for the past month." She shrugged. If Darkholme took off without her, she supposed she could always join up with Sparrow.

Captain Sparrow sighed as he marched up along the river, thankfully the bank was more or less bare so there wasn't any obstructions. He hurried on ahead, he wasn't going to slow down for anyone.

"Sometimes I don't understand that bastard Darkholme," he muttered to himself. "Acts like he's fucking royalty sometimes."

Tzigane followed. "Well, in my experience, many people act that way," she said as she marched along behind Sparrow. "Sometimes it's not a problem, sometimes it is." She wasn't particularly concerned about being quiet, so she let her boots make a clomping sound as she walked.

"Primadonna's the lot of them," he said, passing a slow, wide part of the river. On the other bank were some red swan-like birds.

Kanosis crawled out the escape pod, gun raised. He didn't know what kind of beasts lived out here but he knew he would ready for them. He then caught a scent. It was very faint but familiar. Darkholme he though. He yelled at Jim to stay put then began to follow the scent.

"So, tell me about yourself, Captain Sparrow. And don't try to tell me it will take too much time, we have a lot of that at the moment." She gave him a cheeky grin.

"What do you want to know?" Captain Sparrow asked.

"You know, just the regular stuff. Where you were born, grew up. How you got into the business." Tzigane had always been a curious type.

Captain Sparrow smirked and kicked a rock into the river. "Short story I was born and I grew up to be a pirate," he said. "I prefer my far past to stay in the far past."

A rogue Hachet Class Mecha V.5 from The Empire of Dracoinus is perched overlooking a small river bank. Its pilot, one Kalehd Kisher of the 104th regiment (the dreaded Silver Hawks) sits pondering life. His mecha standing at ready.

Kalehd was always a rebellious one, this led to his squad being dispatched to this crap hole of a rock. The rest of his squad is busying scaning the wooded area for contraband.

Kalehd's ATWS alert suddenly starts to sound and his mecha moves to launch mode. Kalehd looks out and scans down the area of the river, when he spots several life forms making their way up the side of the river bank...

His finger on the trigger of his weapon...

"All right. I can respect that. Seems odd to me, but that's ok." Tzigane always found it odd that people so often hid from their past. "I myself have no regrets. Well, no, that's not true, I have a few, but they don't bother me." Callisdrunians generally were fairly open about themselves.

"Well the pirate that talks about all always ends up dead,"Captain Sparrow told her before noticing a small carved rock beside the river. The carving was of what looked like a demon. "Just another mile up river."

"I don't know, it's never really been a problem for me. In my experience, if one does their job and doesn't try to pull messed up shit on their shipmates, it's all right. 'Course I was with a pretty good crew. Well, until they got blown up." Tzigane found the carving a bit intriging. "Interesting."

"I wish that bunch of mutineering scum would get blown up," Captain Sparrow remarked. He then set about climbing up over a dead tree trunk that was in their way. "So how did your old crew get blown up then?"

Kalehd notices the odd attire of the humanoids walking up the river bank, they appear to by oblivious of his Mecha as well as him. (I guess having a mecha with rocky red and brown coloring that blends fairly well with the surrounding canyon wall helps).

Kalehd seems fairly amused by their attire, (lets have some fun.. he thinks to himself.. setting his Auto Rifle to 'smoke'. Kalehd fires off a few burst from his rifle.. in this mode a burst of solid hydrogen mixed with phospherous produces a type of tracer round that is non-lethal but visually dramatic)

Kalehd watches as the quick bursts of 'smoke' rounds find their targets.

.. the effects of a 'smoke' round are, a smokey contrail do to the phospherous reacting with the ambient air at high velocity and the solid hydrogen which is kept in a suspended state within the weapon because of a high flux magnetic field begins to lose its magentic bonding and upon impact the hydrogen converts into a "splash" of water on the target as well as providing a mild electrical jolt.

"I wish that bunch of mutineering scum would get blown up," Captain Sparrow remarked. He then set about climbing up over a dead tree trunk that was in their way. "So how did your old crew get blown up then?"

"Well, I was down trying to swindle someone out of some supplies, namely condoms and booze, the captain, who was sometimes less than careful, had a run in with the authorities. They weren't too happy about his business activities and so simply blew up the ship." Tzigane had a sad look in her eyes. "They were a good bunch. After the first year, pretty much everybody got along."

Kalehd notices the odd attire of the humanoids walking up the river bank, they appear to by oblivious of his Mecha as well as him. (I guess having a mecha with rocky red and brown coloring that blends fairly well with the surrounding canyon wall helps).

Kalehd seems fairly amused by their attire, (lets have some fun.. he thinks to himself.. setting his Auto Rifle to 'smoke'. Kalehd fires off a few burst from his rifle.. in this mode a burst of solid hydrogen mixed with phospherous produces a type of tracer round that is non-lethal but visually dramatic)

Kalehd watches as the quick bursts of 'smoke' rounds find their targets.

.. the effects of a 'smoke' round are, a smokey contrail do to the phospherous reacting with the ambient air at high velocity and the solid hydrogen which is kept in a suspended state within the weapon because of a high flux magnetic field begins to lose its magentic bonding and upon impact the hydrogen converts into a "splash" of water on the target as well as providing a mild electrical jolt.

OOC: when you're ready to seriously RP, just tell us

"Well, I was down trying to swindle someone out of some supplies, namely condoms and booze, the captain, who was sometimes less than careful, had a run in with the authorities. They weren't too happy about his business activities and so simply blew up the ship." Tzigane had a sad look in her eyes. "They were a good bunch. After the first year, pretty much everybody got along."

"I hate authority," Captain Sparrow mumbled. "That reminds me, I hope Darkholme remembered to stock up on booze."

OOC: was being serious, 'smoke' rounds are used for crowd control (usually) but rogue military units sometimes use them instead of lethal force out of shear boredom.

"I hate authority," Captain Sparrow mumbled. "That reminds me, I hope Darkholme remembered to stock up on booze."

Tzigane laughed. "Believe me, I do too. A ship's most important staple. Back with my old crew, we always had vodka, because I was always given the job of... acquisitioning... such things."

OOC: K, I'm not going to be here for the next couple weeks. Draconis, you can RP my character if you want, just don't get her killed or have her do anything too ridiculous while I'm away.

OOC: was being serious, 'smoke' rounds are used for crowd control (usually) but rogue military units sometimes use them instead of lethal force out of shear boredom.

OOC: It would have been better if you'd done a little more intro instead of having your guys appear out of nowhere.

(OOC: Sorry about this, but I'm going to have to go on summer vacation for 3-4 weeks in China, so I probably won't have that many opportunities to post. However, I will try and post as frequently as possible...)

o.o.c. first things first. Respond to my battlecruiser's hailing.

i.c. The smell got stronger but it still was faint. He leaped upwards into a tree to see if he could see any thing. He started leaping from tree to tree, moving faster than before, the scent getting stronger and stronger.

Tzigane laughed. "Believe me, I do too. A ship's most important staple. Back with my old crew, we always had vodka, because I was always given the job of... acquisitioning... such things."

OOC: K, I'm not going to be here for the next couple weeks. Draconis, you can RP my character if you want, just don't get her killed or have her do anything too ridiculous while I'm away.

"Stealing?" he asked, a wide smirk on his face. "Darkholmes taste in booze is much more expensive then that."