NationStates Jolt Archive

OCC: Ok it works out like this: I'm reintroducing Eric Lancer. For those of you who don't know who he is wel just read and find out. Right not I'll be expanding on the area but the colony is a ex-military facility so it has many a unxplored area but these colonies are popular amung pilots to relax at. So take a role as what ever though please no massive ships or uber powerful characters. With in a line of reason preferably.

IC:
It had been at least a decade since the room had been opened. The cryo-storage bay still hummed with the life that the backup generators provided for the few lucky souls who still were alive yet undiscovered.
Breaking the silence the sound of shoes against the dust covered gunmetal gray floor followed by voices.
“Jessica hurry up. Everyone is waiting on you.
“Ya Jess hurry up. I wana see this.”
“I’ll take as long as I damn well like.”
“You can be such a bitch you know that?”
“Go to hell Alex.”
After a few more minutes of the squabbling four figures entered the long abandoned cryo-bay using a few handheld floodlights to illuminate the bay. One of them a male easily looking about eighteen-year-old walked up to a door and pressed a button beside it. The door hissed open shooting out a cloud of dust but parted letting the youth through. In the room the youth pressed a rather large orange button, the lights in the bay flickered on slowly some bulbs exploding showering the room below with glass. The two young women in the group looked worried as some of the glass fell near them.
“Well at least we know we aren’t going to stub our toes,” the male joked before suddenly a computer display activated beside him. It flashed the warning that all cryo-techs knew, “WAKE UP PROGRAM ACTIVATED ALL CRYO OCCUPANTS WILL BE WOKEN UP WITHIN THIRTY SECONDS”.
The male looked shocked and scared as he pointed to the warning but the others were transfixed on one pod that slowly began to ease open, cryo-gasses seeping out and those close felt the stinging sensation they caused.

Alice said I’d never be forgotten in a recording error. God what a good liar she was. Here I was the legendary half-demon war hero, lying forgotten in an abandoned station for ten years. Fate really doesn’t like me. My eyes stung as they opened and the light hurt. Strange, three techs instead of just one greeting me….. this isn’t right.

The two women and second man stared in shock, fear, and awe at the figure that emerged from the cryo-tube. Though he was dressed in a spec ops under armor suit they could easily tell he wasn’t human. To any normal person hey could feel the difference in the pit of their guts. In their studies in school they learned about some of the many hero’s of the Phalanixian Military and of the most poplar Eric Lancer the half demon was the second most next to Joshua Maxwell and Joshua Knightly.(both tied at first). They knew it was him.

Eric groaned slightly as his vision returned to normal and his muscles stopped aching. He finally took a look at the three teens in front of him and felt his combat instinct kick in. He quickly repressed it but the demon cape that he still had managed to unfurl causing the teens to back away slowly in fear. “Where….where the hell am I?” he finally spoke after a minute.
Of the three teens and the one in the control room only one spoke. The oldest looking one a young woman spoke, “You’re in the old cryo-bay of the Hydra-570 Colony.”
“Jess be careful,” the other young woman said quietly hoping Eric wouldn’t hear.

It had only been five hours since he had woken up. The shock that he was forgotten had subsided and the questions that plagued his mind now were what should he do now. He was free of the military, so should he start anew as a simple civilian or rejoin the military and fight again till he dies.
His thoughts were interrupted when a woman entered the room. She was younger than Eric by at least seven years. She reminded him of his older sister who probably by now was in her early fifties (and Eric only looked about twenty-nine strangely enough thanks to the demonic encounter).
“You feeling any better Eric?” she asked him as he sat in her apartment, a cold-untouched meal in front of him, he still was trying to understand what had happened over the ten years he was frozen. The military had evolved into something that he never dreamt it could. His sister had celebrated her fifty-fifth birthday only recently and… and he didn’t know what to do right now.
“Hey how about I take you out for a drink. It might help you get away from your problems for a bit.”

Mena had disembarked from a commercial freighter that she'd booked passage on. She appeared to be a fairly normal eighteen year old girl, with mid-length blue hair and coal black eyes. Unfortunately for any number of people, appearences can be misleading.

Mena headed down from the spaceport and began looking for a bar, one that was fairly rough, but would have good food. The bar was almost exactly the kind she was looking for. Almost on que, a greasy overweight patron walked over.

"Hey sweet stuff, how about you come sit with me."
In a sweet voice she replied, "How about no."
The patron pulled up a stool and sat beside her and draped an arm around her shoulder, "Barkeep, a beer for me and this pretty girl."
"If you want to keep breathing, I'd suggest you remove your arm and never speak in my presence again."
The patron just chuckled at that.
"You choose, so see ya in hell." With that a set of three 'claws' slid out of tiny, almost invisible slits in her arm and with a backhand the man's head was sent sailing to smash against the wall. As the body collapsed with a thump she calmly placed her order as the 'claws' retracted.

ooc: She isn't a Nietzschean.

OCC: Ah don't worry the people that live around Phalanix have seen all kinda of augments so it isn't that surprising. Hell one time they saw a assassin try to use a coin shotgun to kill someone. Good laugh there.
IC:
Eric was fortunate enough to have been given clothes as a way of helping him out becasue going to a bar in under armor was never smart. But SF under armor was a death wish. So Jessica spent some creds on the replicator system to get Eric some nice clothing to help him blend in.
He never realy felt that comfortable in civilian clothing, always to lose and you could feel the air against your flesh. Not like armor that sealed you in and protected you from everything.... even yourself.
As they entered the bar the body had been brushed to the corner by now and the bartender was busy calling up the cleaners swearing under his breath about it being the fourth time this week.
Jessica half expected to have the whole bar giving her catcalls like everynight she visited, yet this time Eric had a precense that prevented even one wrong look her way.


Only three light years away several assault class super cruisers had gathered. Operation: Serpants Tail was about to begin within the next twenty-four hours and preperations were already being made for any snag they could think of.

OCC2: Just to clear up I'll let the thread collect people (if they do join with my luck they won't) and then I'll start operation ST.

Mena chuckled at the barkeep's muttered complaints while digging into her massive plate of chicken wings.

She noted an interesting man and a woman enter. If they took a seat at the bar, she'd invite them over, and if they sat at a table she might see about going over.

While she ate she scratched an itch along the shirt hem as she thought, "These clothes are useless, itchy and just uncomfortable. I'd love to be in comfortable garb, but I don't know the standards here."

Eric was warry as he sat down. He never liked being out of uniform. The feeling of helplessness always got to him. But he brushed it aside at the thought of a free drink and possibly some answers.
"I'm guessing you'll be having a beer," Jessica said with her smile that seemed to be fastoned on to her face at all times, "Hey Harry. Two large cold ones."
The bartender who was still muttering about being put on hold grabbed two mugs, filled them up, and slid them over to the two. Eric just nodded in thanks and took a sip of the brew.
Vile as always, he thought. He didn't care that much about it, he was a space marine damnit ((Not 40k kind)) and these kinds of things wern't that troublesom.


OCC:
Well if this RP does take off i nthe direction I hope it does (more players soon) I might have to release ST eariler than planed.

Haden had arrived that morning, his ship riding a tail of flame and scorched engine parts. Probably repairable, but it wouldn't be taking him anywhere in a hurry until it got fixed. His ship had had a brief encounter with an asteroid around fourteen hours ago. Purely platonic, but the six-metre chunk of rock had kissed her goodbye.

So now he was stuck here, his ship lying on a mechanic's floor with its insides ripped out, and his jettisoned cargo floating in space. The precious metals that filled his cargo bay had cost him a lot. He would have made a tidy profit selling them, but now they were drifting on the solar winds and his wallet was almost suspiciously empty. He had managed to pay for his repairs alright, as he always kept some for emergencies, but the mechanic had ripped him off, leaving him with a far less than ideal amount. Still, he had enough for a decent meal or two, and after twenty hours of starvation he certainly needed it.

The colony was just like any other. Same shady-looking pilots wandering around, same light cargo vessels cluttering the landing bay, same smell of metal and fuel. He smacked his forehead with an open hand. He was stuck here for a few days at least, when he should have been at the other end of his trade route now, a rich man. Tonight, he would have been eating in the finest restaurants, and then taking the finest women back to his expensive hotel room. Instead, he was clattering across the same aging hulk that he could find anywhere in the universe, looking for a cheap bar.

And he found one alright. Cheap bars were one of the staples of space stations. Patting the pocket of his flight suit to make sure his shotgun-pistol was still in place, he walked in.

The assault class super cruisers were joined by a pair of carriers. The added support of having several fighter squadrens to handel any ship tryng to escape would be useful. Better to have the heavy equipment on the fighters that enter the colony than have them busy tracking down and obliterating ships.
The plan was simlpe realy; fold in around the colony, deploy FTLi's, jam all comunications systems, launch fighters and boarding craft, and then simply take the colony over and say it was a prirate base and they resisted to the end. The council was realy a bunch of sick bastards.

Mena having rapidly demolished the plate walked over to the man and women. "Care for some company?" She asked as some of her blue hair fell over her face, her eyes seeming to swollow the light.

Eiric turned his head and looked at Mena and didn't respond verbaly but shurgged. He realy didn't care if he was joined by those Roanian bastards that at one point turned him into a true monster. Hell he'd welcome them then of course bruatly kill them. But he'd still welcome em.
Jessica noticed Eric's shrugg and responded to Mena's question, "Sure why not."

"Thanks, you two seem nice enought, unlike him," She gestures to the corner where the body lays. "So what is there to do around here?" She take a drink from her glass after she asked.

"Thanks...," Jessica said now alittle warry at the thought of the latest member of her little party fighting with the drunks.
She took a sip of her beer and spoke somemore, "Well not much. Just a place for spacers to get plastered. The only diffrence is over on the other side of the colony there is a university. Currently attending it and looking forward to my degree in computer studies. Other than that the place is boring as hell. Can't expect much from a colony that was once a military facility."

"A military facility? Really?" Mena said, "Oh and my name is Mena."

"Ya it used to be a miliatary facility before it was abandoned after the war front got to close about ten years ago. Afew neutral collonists showed up settled the facility and converted it into a colony," Jessica said as she took a sip form her beer before continuing, "Well nice name. I'm Jessica and big, tall, and quiet over here is Eric."

"It's a pleasre to meet you." Mena said as she offered her hand to each of them. "So what's it like living here?" She asked as she ordered another plate of wings from the barkeep.

Jessica shook her hand and smiled, Eric was in his own little world in other words he was totaly out of it.
Jessica ignored Eric's little problem and replied, "It's boring realy. Nothing much ever goes on. Though there was that bounty hunter that tried to kill some woman three weeks ago. Got half his chest blown off. It realy sent a feeling of shock through the colony because normaly it's nice and quiet."

"Ah, so what's his story?" Mena asked indicating Eric. "He seems lost in his own world."