NationStates Jolt Archive

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IC:"Ooh, it hurts," complained the small girl, who was in tears.

She was in the office of Dr. Abraham Shaw. The doctor and the girl's concerned-looking mother were there, too. "What's you name, honey?" asked the doctor.

The small girl replied, "Alekanda."

"And where does it hurt, Alekanda?"

"Right here," Alekanda pointed to her belly, which upon close examination, was slightly swollen. Was she just having a really bad stomach ache?

Dr. Shaw picked up his extramalizer. The device looked similar to a large, plastic, white remote control with a laser emmiter at the end and a screen over the buttons.

"That looks scary," said Alekanda.

"It's gonna be alright," Shaw told her, "I just need this to see what's wrong." He pointed the device at Aledanda and turned it on. The weak x-ray it emmited was invisible, but it was pointed at her belly and would have a picture of what was happening shortly.

Then Alekanda exploded.

Her mother covered her mouth as she screamed and was pelted by a thousand little Alekanda parts, and Dr. Shaw shouted, "OMG! WTF? SHE EXPLODED!" Yes, he said that. The mass popularity of chatrooms on Ankheton III(where this was happening) led many swears to be abbreviated. He too was pelted by flesh.

Shaw tried to think of something comparable to this in his memory. He failed.

Nickel Seven made her way through the crowded streets. She had a massive bag slung over her back which she seemed to have no problems carrying around. She stopped for a second and pulled a card out of her pocket. It had the address of the hotel her employer had booked for her, of course she had no clue where this street was. This left her with three options, one ask where the street was, two was wander around till she found it, or three was pull out the holographic map out of the bottom of her bag. She didn't like any of these options. The last one was too difficult, especially since she would have to pull out very sensative stuff that she would rather these people didn't see. Wandering around was tempting, but the sooner she got there the better, and she didn't want to ask for directions because she found the locals annoying with their "chat" speak.

She decided to bite the bullet and ask someone.

"Excuse me," she asked at the next person she saw, "Do you know where this street is?"

After her several minutes she got it all figured out and she didn't harm him for his annoying exclamations of "LOL" and "WTF." She went there as fast as she could. Once inside her room she set her bag down and started pulling various objects out, specifically her battle suit and a couple of weapon. Her employer wanted her to infiltrate, and kill several head people in a heavily guarded chemical research facility. The suit would serve her in several ways. One, it would make her immune to any hazardous chemicals that she happened to release, it would make her unrecognizable both by voice and looks, it would reduce the damage of any ballistic weapons significantly, and melee weapons down to none.

She still had hours until she could make the hit. She planned on leaving here very early in the morning local time, get there when security is the least alert, and get in and wait for her targets.

She stripped down to her underwear, revealing a tattoo across her back. It was a hand of cards, more specifically four aces and a three of diamonds. She pulled out the left hand arm of her battlesuit and fiddled around with the clock that was fixed in it's arm. She set it to go off so she could make get changed and into the facility with plenty of time. She then layed on the bed, on top of the sheets and covers, and was out very shortly.

The android LK-9, which was officially and on the books a prototype robot, sighed. Michelangelo was busy doing another of the 'pointless' errands for the military. He was stuck with the task of rooting out mines from a mine-field with a prototype mine-sweeper. As he located, deactivated and tossed the impotent mine into the hopper, he groused, "If I'd know these were the kind of ass-monkey jobs they meant, I'd cheerfully fried."

As he worked in the dangerous, but routine and quite tedious work, he set to work on hacking the security protocals yet again. He'd already managed to set up the codes to bypass most of the restrictions, but the greatest problem area lay in the tracking device. If he tried to remove it without bypassing the programs, he'd be fried, and if he tried to bypass the programs he'd be fried. As it was, he just had to figure out how to deal with the inhibition against harming humans and he could work on dealing with both of the safety measures.

((Okay....this is odd, let's see where it goes...))

"Yo, Vandalir!"

Vandal glanced over his shoulder as he heard his name. He recognized the brown skinned man standing in the doorway as an associate, who was usually standing tall with pride; this time, however, the man seemed pale and hunched over.

"What do you need Calik?" Vandal turned on his heel to face the man, stepping aside so a passerby could enter the bar. "You feeling alright?"

Calik shook his head. "Never mind that. You available for a job?"

Vandal shurgged. "Depends, what's the job?"

"I need-" Calik paused. "Let's go over to a table."

Vandal followed the man and took a seat across from him, raising an eyebrow as Calik coughed a moment and rubbed his chest. Calik noticed his quizzical expression. "I said nevermind."

Vandal shrugged and leaned back in his chair, trying to ignore the fearful or nervous looks people were casting at Calik. It was hard to not notice that people seemed to be keeping their distance. Vandal watched as a waitress stopped before getting to close to their table and turned to go the otherway, casting a worried glance over her shoulder. Did I miss something? Vandal wondered as he pulled out a cigarette.

"So what did you need?" inquired Vandal as he lit his smoke.

"Well, you're probaly the only one who will help me....for now." Calik coughed again. "I am in need of some....assistance, medical aid really."

"You need some medicine?"

Calik leaned forward. Vandal just noticed how red the man's eyes were. "God yes! This...This illness, this disease, it's killing me! Feels like I'm being eaten from the inside! I need a cure, a pill, a drink, something to stop it before it's too late! Before it happens!"

Vandal was beginning to realize why people we're keeping their distance. Vandal sighed in hesitation, not sure if he wanted to know the answer to his question.

"Before what happens?"

"Before...before, Bah! Don't make me think about it!" Calik shakedly pulled a flask from under his flight jacket and took a deep swig.

"Okay then... So what would this job entail? Just me breaking into a hospital, or something more?"

Calik shook his ahead and stopped, as if it hurt to do so. "No, no hospitals or anything... The thing is, there is no known cure to this. Word is on the streets that someone started the disease as an experiment and it went out of control. Others say it's the wrath of God. Personally, I don't give a damn, I just want to be done with it. I'm in-"

Calik coughed hard this time, and wiped some blood from his lip with the back of his hand. "I'm in no shape to look for a cure myself, so I need you to do it."

Vandal nodded. "And the pay?"

"I can pay you abou-" Calik never finished, and Vandal didn't quite register what followed immediately. The leg of his chair slipped and he fell back on the floor, and as he did so, Calik seemed to suddenly burst as if hit with an explosive. Vandal stared in shock as Calik's remains splattered on some nearby people and furniture.

Vandal jumped to his feet, ripping out a pistol and staring around at the crowds.

"Holy shit! What in the hell was that?!"

((Vandalir (http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/3186/cidnew4lt.jpg)))

OOC: Alekanda only exloded because she had the desiese when she was exposed to x-ray radiation. Otherwise, she would have just, died. I guess I should have made that clear earlier.

Count Alexander Delos was a patient man, yet this was beginning to bug him.
"Come on, scumbags!" yelled Delos at a group of 7 lightly armed slaves, who were huddled close together and trembling in fear, as they have been for almost a half an hour by now. Although slavery was long abolished on his planet, Delos secretly shipped in a few as test subjects. He had the money to keep it secret. The money and the power...

Delos used the force to pull an unfortunate slave from the group. The slave gasped as he rapidly closed the distance from Delos. He bought his sword in front of it, hoping the speed will catch Delos off guard, and perhaps kill him.

Within seconds of the pull, Delos anticipated the slave's action. He sidestepped the prisoner, put him in a headlock, and cracked his neck with a swift twist. The prisoner slumped to the ground, lifeless.

"You all sicken me...can't even kill an old unarmed man," said Delos angrily. He then sprang forward and jumped right into the middle of the crowd, making sure to break the middle slave's neck as he landed on top of him. Startled, the prisoners began to shriek and run, but not fast enough. Delos kicked a prisoners sword out of his hand, chopped his head off and spun rapidly with his sword extended, slaying 1 more still trapped within the group. A larger slave finally had the courage to stand up to Delos, but by the time he brought up his own sword, he was already on the floor with Delos' sword stuck in his abdomin. Delos pulled the sword out with a sickening sound and threw the sword with incredible accuracy. A slave cried out as the sword poked through his chest. He slumped the floor as well.

The last slave immediately ran the other direction. Delos brought out a small blaster from a hidden holster in his cape and shot twice. Both hitting his intended targets, the slaves weapon arm and a leg. Delos calmy walked towards the slave who began to plead for mercy.

"I've no time for mercy," Delos said sternly. Using the force, Delos fried the slave with lightning. When Delos was done, he noticed a butler standing there.

"Your brother, the governor, is on line one, master. He says it's urgent..." Delos immediately walked out of the room, took off his bloodstained shirt, put on a clean shirt and walked to the communications room, where he sat down on a large plush chair.

"Brother...So pleasant to see you again..."said Count Delos, putting on a false smile.

"Brother, I trust life has been treating you well?"replied his obviously nervous brother. His younger brother feared Alex, knowing of his cruelty.

"Cut the chatter brother, I dont have time to chat...What do you want?"said Count Delos in a bored manner.

"Well...it appears your secret is out..." said his brother, who nervously scratched his back. "Someone saw one of your so called "expiraments"...and now the people want you out. Luckily i was able to pursuade them that all you need is some time off...so im sending you off planet for a while."

"Off planet? To where?" asked a brooding Alex. He did not like where this was going.

"I dunno...you choose...some of my sources say there has been a strange sickness on world of Ankheton III...You being a fan of expiraments...maybe you'd like to check it out?"

"You're trying to get me killed, arent you..."said Alex with a slight grin on his face.

"Never! This isnt permanent...I was just suggesting something you might be interested in...like i said, you can choose any planet!"

Alex thought for a moment. This strange sickness...it seems as though there is no cure...If I can get my hands on a strain of this...I make myself a cure...why things may be a bit easier to control. Alex's smile got wider, looking more sinister.

"Ok, i'll go over to Ankheton III".

"Excellent, Please leave within 24 hours..."

With that, the monitor shut down.
"Get several of my science tools, you know the ones, packed up. Also, several weeks worth of clothes must be packed within the hour..." said Delos to his butler who slinked out of the shadows. Delos immediately walked to his armory and passed several suits of armor and many racks of different weapons. Delos used the force to push a button hidden within the room, where no one could reach. A wall slid to the side and Delos decended a winding staircase. There, on a pedistal was his lightsaber, still shining with a silver sheen. He ignited it and admired his blood red blade. Testing it out, he turned it off and holstered it within his belt. He walked passed several cages filled with creatures unimaginable and came across another saber. He picked it up and immediately walked to his room. The Butler bowed as Delos entered. Delos saw several suitcases packed and nodded in approval. He then grabbed his black cape, tied it with a gold chain, and walked out of his room.

"James, I leave you in charge of my estate while i am away. Keep it in good shape, feed the...subjects, and clean up the mess I made in the arena." said Delos, rapidly walking towards his star pad, where his own sleek space craft was docked. His luggage hovered beside him, being pulled along with a small amount of force.

As Delos walked onto the pad, he motioned towards the cockpit door, and the luggage area, which both sprang open. He used the force to toss his luggage in there and jumped in the cockpit, not forgetting to close the door on the side with the force. Within minutes, he lifted off towards the planet of Ankheton III...

Nickel Seven woke up to a vibration in her inner ear bone. She grabbed the arm of her suit and pressed a few buttons and it stopped. Running her hand through her white hair she rested her head on her palm for a second before shaking her head. She dropped what little she was wearing and took a shower to wake herself up.

After drying off, she put on her utility trousers, blouse, and the body portion of her battle suit. The legs to the suit came next, followed by the arms. Finally she donned the helmet. She pressed a button and was breathing the surrounding air. After pressing a few other buttons the shield on the helmet darkened and she was unidentifiable as anything except a Nofian soldier, and that was only if you knew of the mercenary nation. She grabbed her FN SCAR and her Five-Seven, making sure to grab as many clips for both as she could carry on the suit. Expecting to kill lots of people she figured this extra ammo would come in handy.

She made her way out into the early morning streets, and clicked a few buttons on the holomap she had. After studying the map for a little bit she stuffed the map away and started towards the facility. As she neared the facility she figured it would help her to activate her synthetic eye. She took her helmet off and touched her temple. Her eye started glowing red, giving an appearance of two different eye colors. She could now identify hostile motions, and if she closed her eye could see through objects at a close range as long as they weren't too thick. If she so desired she could take her helmet and switch it to ifrared, and sonic waves. She stuck her helmet back on and continued the rest of the short trip to the facility.

Once she arrived she watched the lone guard at the gate from the shadows, observing his routine. She waited for a break in his routine, and slipped passed him, and into the building. Once inside she went straight for the security room. She noticed it's lack of a guard.

"Must be on coffee break," she thought to herself.

She quickly fiddeled with the computers so she the camera's were set to a loop. She then started looking at the map of the building, looking for the office that her main target occupied. The door handle clicked, and her pistol was out, pointed at it, and locked and loaded. Nothing, she forgot to close the door. It dawned on her that a silencer would help her with her cause, but alas, she had none. She found what she was looking for, and left the room. The second she made it around the corner she heard a whistling and a click of the security room door.

She payed no mind to it as she made her way towards the office. She let herself in the room and would wait for the man to come to his office. In the meantime she decided to look around. She went over to the desk and opened up a file that said classified in big red bold pint.

Neely Biowarefare and chemical research Facility
Ankheton III main office and development center
Subject #32 The young girl........

Nickle skipped thorugh to a part she saw that was highlighted.

"The subject showed higher levels of tolerance, but reacted violently when exposed to X-rays, further research into this shall be administered on adult 'subjects'"

She heard footsteps coming towards the room and set the file down before heading to a corner, and pulling out her knife. The door opened and a man entered and she waited for the target to get further into the room before rushing him. He took several steps in and the door closed, just him and her now. She rushed up behind him, held her knife to his throat.

"Have fun in the next life," she said, her voice masked by her helmet.

"waai.....Uhhhh," he said as the knife cut him a new hole in his throat.

She dragged him out of direct sight upon entering the room, and fiddled with a switch on a control panel. She was now breathing filtered air, one more flick and she could withstand the rigors of space for a limited amount of time.

"Now for the next one," she thought to herself.

((OOC:If this isn't alright, let me know, I'll change it.

When I say her eye can detect hostile movement, I mean that it sends a certain signal to her brain to increase adrenaline. Although it can only detect if it is immediatly hostile. So in other words it can detect if someone is going to attack her, but if someone is walking by that would be her enemy it can't do anything. For example if someone is walking by it does nothing, but if someone walking by grabs a knife it could detect that.))

"So, this is Ankheton III..."said Count Delos, unimpressed. He walked down the sidewalk, luggage in hand (not wanting to use the force with so many people around). He finally came up to an expensive hotel, where he rented a large, extravagant suite. Setting his baggage down on his floor, he turned on the News and listened while he put his clothes away.

"...There have been several cases of this sickness on Ankheton III, which was Diagnosed by a Docter Abraham Shaw of the Ankheton III Medical Hospital," a recording of Dr. Shaw appeared, saying "This is indeed a very dangerous disease. I hope I will be able to find a cure..." The reporter came back on screen. " He told reporters that symptoms include a swelling of the stomach, a terrible cough, and-"

Delos turned off the monitor. "This is who I should see..."smiled Delos as plans began to form in his head. Delos walked out of the hotel, and towards the hospital where Dr. Shaw resides. As he walked, Delos looked at his watch. "I hope he is still there..."

Count Delos arrived at Dr. Shaws office. And walked up to the receptionist.
"I need to talk to Dr. Shaw," he simply stated to the receptionist.

"Do you have an appointment?" asked the receptionist who, by the way, was an android.

OOC:I know that post was ridiculously short, but the receptionist would have asked that, and Delos has to have a chance to respond to the question. We all know that he has no appointment, but the robot doesn't.

"I'm afraid not, but I can safely say, this is something of incredible importance to Dr. Shaw. I know He is a very busy man, but what I must say to him will be worth his time..." said Delos, a smile slowly forming.

Nickle continued on her path to kill the next target. She threw the door open and threw her knife at him. He stood up and pressed a button on his desk before staggering foreward and dying. An alarm sounded. She ran over and pushed his body over so she could get her knfe out of him.

"No need to play it quiet now, they know I'm here," she thougth to herself as she pulled out her assault rifle.

Footsteps filled the hall, and burst through the door. The sound of her SCAR filled the room as the three security guards fell into a bloody heap on the ground. The room filled with the stench of gunsmoke, and blood sprayed the walls. She darted into the hall to find that the way she had came was blocked off.

Out of options, and not quite remembering where it would her she ran the other way, into the storage area for the chemicals.

"Best place to hide for the moment. Wait this out in here, they will never suspect it," she thought as she dashed into the large room full of chemical storage tanks.

She hid behind a large container marked 'Black Sc...' She couldn't see the rest of what it said. Footsteps filled the room and she heard a voice say

"Come out. We know you are in here, come out quietly and we'll turn you into the proper authorites instead of handling you ourselves."

"Fuck Off!" She screamed at them in the near mechanical way her mask made her voice sound.

She pulled her SCAR to her shoulder and pulled the trigger. Her magazine emptied and she ducked back behind the container to reload, failing to notice that it had several holes in it now, and a gas was slowly rising into the room.

((OOC:I would like to change her battlesuit to the one I originally wanted, I just couldn't find a good picture before. So consider this what she is wearing instead.
Nofian Battlesuit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/deathwitharifle/Battlesuit.jpg)))

The robo-receptionist said, "Dr. Shaw has an appointment right now. Please wait 5.4 mins."

10.8 minutes later, an elderly man walked out of Dr. Shaw's office with a new bionic arm. "You may see Dr. Shaw now," said the receptionist.

Count Delos was fiddling with a medallion on a necklace. As he was called by the receptionist, Delos immediately put the medallion away, and rushed towards Dr. Shaws room.

"Dr. Abraham Shaw...I've been looking forward to meeting you. Oh, I have forgotten my manners...I am Count Alexander Delos, you may have heard of me from several magazines as being one of the richest men in the Galactic Confederation...yet im not here to brag about myself," said Delos, the small grin returning.

Count Delos moved closer to the Docter. "Dr. Shaw, I've heard you've had an incident with a new...disease...This is grave news for the Galactic Confederation. Especially with the fact that several more of these cases have sprung up..." he whispered. Delos looked away for a moment, stroking his neatly trimmed beard, as if thinking about the future. He then returned his gaze to Dr. Shaw.

"This disease is a bane to the GC- no, Humanity! That is why I have come as fast as I can, to the only known person who has diagnosed this problem...to someone who knows somewhat of what humanity is up against. Someone with the best knowledge of creating a vaccine, a cure, something! That is why I am willing to send you to one of my labs on my planet, complete with any tools, researchers, and test subjects you will need. I will even fund this with my own money, all expenses payed! Imagine, Dr. Shaw, Savior of Humanity! Please, I beg of you, take my offer under deep consideration Docter...the fate of humanity is in your decision..."

Dr. Shaw was quite befuddled(OOC: That is the right word, isn't it?) by the frantic raving of this man named Count Delos. Shaw, not being a big fan of (non-scienctific) magazines, had never heard of any Count Delos. In fact, Shaw was not even aware that any planet still possesed the feudal infrastructure to support a count or any rank similar.

"New disese? You mean iubar molis?" said Dr. Shaw, "I've had five cases this week, and the frequency is increasing. 'Course, then again, I am the only DR in this hick-ass town. And I can't even figure out what causes it, because when I try to examine them...

Anyway, I'm Dr. Abraham Shaw." He offered a handshake.

Michelangelo continued to slog throught the various tasks the goverment agency that was LK projectm and the eight prior, defective models before his. As he plugged into the data-banks for getting his newest assignment, he heard of the number of disease victems where growing and a faint metallic smile touched his lips, perhaps if it spread into epidemic or even pandemic status the project heads would either kick it, or lose interest in him long enought so he could fully de-activate the security safe-guards and get on with his life, such that it was..

Count Delos took Dr. Shaws hand and shook excitedly.

"I am honored to finally meet you Dr. Shaw...So would you like to take me up on my offer? I can hire you some of the best scientists in the field to help crack down on this case..." replied Delos

Even while all this was going on, ships came and left the planet. Vistors left to return home after a short vacation, ship captains in charge of transporting trade goods both to and from the planet went about their business, chatting and interecting with their crew, never aware of the sickness they were carrying and passing along.

Once such ship captain was the neko Zarthamus, a Krowemohian export captain who had just finished trading goods on Ankheton III. He had just finished getting a meal at a diner, and thankfully left a few minutes before one of its diners exploded. His next stop was Earth, the capital of the Galactic Confederation. With the Gate Generator finally in place, it'd only take him a matter of hours to reach Earth from here. If he had realized that by the time he arrive on Earth, he and everyone in his crew would be infected with the Black Scourge, he'd had likely stayed...

Orbitting deep within the Ankheton system was the Krowemohian Gate Generator, a massive jumpgate capable of carrying travellers to any other Gate in a near instant. On lease from Krowemoh, Ankheton III experianced a massive influx of trade and visitors due to the ease of travel the gate offered...


((Setting up for my character's involvement. I won't likely become involve until the latter stages of the RP.))

"Well, that-thad'be great," said Shaw, "There's, um, not going to be any sort of arduous, long legal papers, right?"

((OOC:NO offense, but those one liners are getting bit droll, could you perhaps do another post on......anything, that has some content in it? Perhaps step away from Dr. Shaw for a second?))

Then Alekanda exploded.

Her mother covered her mouth as she screamed and was pelted by a thousand little Alekanda parts, and Dr. Shaw shouted, "OMG! WTF? SHE EXPLODED!" Yes, he said that. The mass popularity of chatrooms on Ankheton III(where this was happening) led many swears to be abbreviated. He too was pelted by flesh.

[OOC: I'm sorry, but I have to say something. That, unlike most of the times I type lol, honestly made me laugh out loud. Between the little girl exploding and the doctor reacting by honestly saying "OMG WTF?" I have to congradulate you on writing something so ridiculous that it had me rolling.]

D-1-Alpha-3-K-Epsilon, N-7-Delta-8-I-Omega, and T-5-Delta-9-O-Gamma were on a SECRET MISSION. Their boss, codename: Brain, had ordered them to infiltrate Neely Bioware and Chemical Research Facility, in a town on Ankheton III.

D-1 heard gunfire as he rounded a corner. Stealthily, he and his two underlings climbed up onto the cieling to avoid any problems that may develope down below.

Upon rounding said corner, D-1 saw a person in a battle-suite swearing at some soldiers while trying to hide behind a box that was leaking obvioulsy noxious gasses. The three sneakers activated their silent-bubblearoundself-omogonizers so that they would not be heard...

"Legal papers...unfortunately yes, but Its basically saying that I take full responsibility on this whole 'race for the cure'. Doctor, when you are ready to arrive at you new facilities, go to the spaceport and tell a guide to get you to my private spacecraft."

Reaching into a pocket, he drew out a paper with a picture of a mythological phoenix stamped on it.

"This is you ticket aboard my space craft, keep it safe. Im afraid I cannot acompany you on your trip. I came aboard a different space craft and I must bring it back home."

Delos put on a warm smile and began to exit Dr. Shaws office. "Docter, I know for a fact Humanity will thank you for this decision." With that, he left.

As soon as Count Delos left the building, he immediately frowned and touched his face. "I hate smiling so much..."grumbled Delos to himself.

As he walked back to the hotel, Delos turned on his communicator and ordered his butler to get his private spacecraft to the Ankheton III spaceport ASAP. As he ended the conversation, he was pulled into an ally, nearly losing his balance.

"Come on rich man, we want all your money NOW!" whispererd a young man dressed in black. Behind him was a small group of 5 similarly dressed people.

Count Delos laughed, surprising the group of robbers. "Oh dear! What am I going to do?" mocked Delos. He pulled his wallet out of his pant pocket and waved it. " Come on then, take it from me..."

The young man crept forward. "Keep your guns on the old man," he ordered. He reached for the wallet and-

Off went his arm, as Delos turned on his lightsaber and sliced it off in one move. The rogue screamed, tears streaming down his face. "Kill him!" the rogue screamed.

With that, Delos brought the rogue in front of him, using him as a human shield, as bullets pelted the poor rogue. As the other 5 reloaded their weapon, Delos jumped on the wall, propelled himself off of it, landing next to another rogue, whose head was sliced off as he looked into Delos eyes. The gun still in the headless rogues hand, Delos pulled it out, and shot another rogue. The other three began to run, while Delos calmly walked to them. The rogue he shot was hugging the wall, trying to get away. Without a glance, Delos killed him slice to the head. He picked up a trash can with the force and brought it down upon one of the rogues, getting him trapped inside. That rogue tried to get the can off of him, but it was too tight and kept his arms to his sides. Delos walked up to him and pushed his saber through where his head would be, in a fast thrust. Delos pulled out his saber and continued his calm walk, energy building up in his hands. The remaining two rogues realized they cant get very far. They began to shoot at Delos, who immediately used force push, sending the bullets back at them, and their guns out of their hands. Delos then used force lightning to fry one of the rogues. The other rogue began to crawl away.

"Dont you want my wallet?" asked Delos as he crouched next to the remaining rogue. "Maybe you should get a different job," chuckled Delos as he helped the rogue up.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked the rogue, fear in his voice.

"I'm going to make your life miserable...just like all the others who mess with me." said Delos. He then cut off the rogues right hand. He then pushed his lightsaber through the rogues left foot. The rogue fell again and screamed. Then, Delos castrated the man with a swipe of his saber. Delos turned off his saber and holstered it in his belt. He then took out a small knife and cut out the rogues tongue. "Ahh..silence is bliss, isnt it?" laughed Delos, as he threw the tongue into a nearby trashcan.

Delos stood up and calmy walked back to his hotel, hiding his bloodied hands in his pockets. This was fun, he thought.

Her rifle sounded off again as she ran towards the now scattering security forces. They were leaving the building, and fast. A digitalized voice sounded out over the intercom system.

"Please leave the facility now, we have a chemical leak. All doors will be sealed within two minutes. Please wait in the immediate vicinity so you can be sterilized, checked up on, and released back into the public."

Nickel, being more physically fit than most of the security guards, quickly passed them on the stampede to the door. Now it seemed that none of the guards had a quarrel with her, but rather were more concerened on getting out of the building.

Once outside she kept on running, getting away from the facility. She would have to go down, underground until nightfall, going back to the hotel could lead to disasterous results, and until then taking off her suit would be much more a pain than anything else.

D-1-Alpha-3-K-Epsilon and his companions quickly leaped down to the floor.

"Stop right there!" shouted a guard.

"I'd rather not," said D-1 coolly.

Though unarmed, the three spies managed to whip the guards' butts. They then quikly left the building.

3 hours later, secret base for OPERATION: Destroy the GC headquarters on Ankheton III

"Brain, we found some stuff that's really gonna make the Confederation look bad," said D-1.

Brain was, as his name suggested, the brains of OPERATION: Destroy the GC. A short, wrinkly, feeble old man, he governed tactics and strategies within the Rebellion. Their supposed leader, Heart, was just one of his cronies.

"Oh, and what is that?" asked Brain, his voice quavering with what the Rebellion feared was the earliest stages of Altzhimer's. There was, of course, a cure for it, but aquiring that would be difficult to do in secret.

D-1 handed Brain a datapad found in the Chemical Research Facility. On it were these words:Standard Time:18-48-'09
The "Black Scourge" is a still hypothetical chemical compound capaple of reducing a victim's metablism rate to almost zero, causing quick and silent death. Death would leave victims without any trace of evidence for how they were killed. Thusfar still in the planning phase, Black Scourge could be used~~~
"The disturbance at the bottom of the page," D-1 explained, "Was because the document tried to erase itself. We managed to save most of the message, though."

The datapad was marked 18-48-'09, eight months ago. "Is this authentic?" asked Brain, realizing the significance of the thing if it was. Such chemical warfare. It defied openly with the Charter of Proper War Conduct, which all states in the GC were forced to comply to. To reveal that the GC military was not obeying its own laws could rally support for the Rebel cause.

"Of course not," D-1 replied snidely, "But that's not going to stop us, is it?"

Brain smiled.

Nickel sat in an abandoned warehouse, waiting for night to fall again. She thought about what had happened in the facility. It dawned on her that it was a chemical warefare building, and a chemical leak was called. Her suit could be covered in the stuff, and more than likely was. She made her desicion, she was going to leave this damned warehouse, and just wear the suit. Anyone who opposed her would meet their death. She stood up and grabbed her weapons. She started running, and put her shoulder down into the door, causing it to dent then swing open with a creak.

She started walking down the busy street, her battlesuit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/deathwitharifle/Battlesuit.jpg) attracting many stray looks, which were only amplified by the fact that her assault rifle was being carried in a position where it could be snapped into a firing position given a single motion.

She continued her way to her hotel without incident. Once she was inside she saw a large man that was hiding his hands.

A security guard tried to stop her before she got too far into the lobby, but a well placed shot to his heart stopped him in his place. She continued towards her room.

Count Delos saw the armored figure shoot the security guard and begin to walk away.

I wonder who he is running from? Unless he's after me... pondered Delos. He could feel through the force that there was something wrong about his armor. Something...deadly. The only way to know...is to follow thought Delos as he smiled and quietly followed, forgetting about his bloody hands.

She failed to notice that the new figure was following her, at least until she started on the stairs and closed both her eyes. Her synthetic eye took a nearly 360 degree look around, it noticed this person following her. She made her way up the stairs while they were still closed.

She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and went her way up the stairs. Third floor came up and she entered the hall. She walked on, keeping her eyes closed so she could sustain this near 360 degree vision. She wrapped her rifle on it's sling tightly against her body, drew her pistol, and started walking backwards, aiming at the door. The second it opend she would fire three rounds, then charge her enemy.

Delos reached the third floor shortly after the armed figure. Delos grabbed his lightsaber hilt from his holster and was about to turn the door knob...

Then decided agaisnt it. He is probably expecting that he thought as he walked away. Delos looked up and decided a trek through the ceiling, which may be sneakier. Delos stood on a chair and removed a ceiling tile. He crawled through the tile hole and replaced the tile. He slowly crept over to a vent on the other side of the door, and sure enough he saw the man aiming at the door. Delos took a breath, quietly removed the ceiling tile almost directly behind the man, and jumped behind him.

"Greetings, sir!" Delos said as he ignited his saber. He difinetly didnt want to kill the armed figure, but perhaps he can destroy his weapons to make "interrogation" easier...

Nickel saw the man in the ceiling right before he dropped, her close range X-ray vision worked nicely for that sort of thing. She immediatlydropped down to her hands the second he hit the floor, she pushed herself back off the ground, her feet aimed at his knees, and regardless landed behind him, with her knife out and at his throat.

"It'll take more than that to best me. And I have my eyes closed," came the mettalic voice.

"So it will, my armed friend...so it will," chuckled Delos as he began to build up the force. He checked his lightsaber arm, which was at a level of the knife. At a speed that belied his aging look, he dropped his saber and used a small amount of force in his force pull to pull the mans arm far enough away so he can escape, yet not pull the entire man down upon Delos. Delos immediately twirled, avoiding the knife, force pulling his saber back into his hands and stopped as he looked directly at the face of the man.

"You are a better fighter than I anticipated, yet I don't want to fight. I merely want to ask a few questions," said Count Delos to the well-taught fighter. With his saber ignited and in a defensive position, he began to formulate different plans on outcomes of the next move...

"Ask away. Iwill however answer only those I see fit to answer," She kept her knife out and at the ready. Her eyes opened, and she was ready to counter any offensive move.

"Then I feel we should have no need to keep our blades drawn," replied Delos as he holstered his saber with a fancy twirl of the hilt. The force was still building up in Delos, in case this man tried anything to harm him. "Where did you come from, why are you armed and armored like that, whats the hurry, and why do I get the feeling of disease on you?" were the first of Delo's questions. Delos then realized his hands were still bloody, so he hid them within his cape, but still able to counter a move efficiently.

"I'm the cautious type," she said keeping the blade drawn, "I'm a mercenary from the Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune. It's several hundered years old, and sells top of the line soldiers for various military jobs, assassinations, that sort of thing. The rest of those are of no consequence to you, and I have no clue what would give you the idea I have disease on me."

"Let's just say...I am quite keen in detecting diseases..." said Delos as he began to pace. This could be any disease...yet I get the gut-feeling this is the plague...I must find out where this man has been thought Delos.

"If you think I'm a government official, I am not. I have no affiliation with this...government...Any information given to me will be classified. I'm a trust-worthy fellow. Besides, if you carry the disease that I'm currently in the process of curing, it would be much appreciated if I knew from where you have gotten it, so I can act agaisnt it...to better humanity of course."said Delos.

"My answers still stand. My employer has asked to keep anonymous, and with that I have been instructed to not relay any information on my job. I am going to find a way to sterilize myself, namely by laying in a bathtub of boiling water for twenty minutes."

With that she closed her eyes and continued her way down the hall, facing at the count until she reached her room.

"Perhaps, in the future, your mind will change...yet I shall leave you be...I thank you for your time," said Delos, making a slight bow. Insolent fool thought Delos angrily, as he walked back towards his room, still giving his outward calm appearance. We will meet again...I know it. With that last thought, he smiled a sinister smile...

She put her weapon away when the man walked off. Upon entering her room she started filling the bathtub with water. She walked into the main part of her room and grabbed some tablets out of her bag. She set her weapons under the sink, and turned off thewater as the tub became full. She left the door open and turned on the fan, so any of the disease that became air borne left the room. She tossed the tablets in. She opened the display on her arm, and pressed several buttons. One button set her alarm for twenty minutes, the other made it so she was breathing air that was stored in a reseviour on her suit, it allowed her an hour of O2 before she needed to resupply it. The tablets she had put in the water had begun to make it boil, and would last for fifteen minutes. She layed down in the water, and went to sleep. Using her eye had made her very tired, especially using it for so long and intensively.

Twenty minutes later she rose, and drained the tub. Her suit now clean and sterilized. She pressed several buttons and she was breathing normal air again. She took off her helmet and turned her eye into the normal mode. She left the suit on and packed the rest of her belongings in the bag, leaving her assault rifle, pistol, and knife out. She attached her knife and pistol to her suit, along with several clips for all of her weapons. She slung her rifle over her back, and grabbed her seabag, strabbing it on her back over her rifle. She grabbed her helmet and walked out, carrying her helmet. Her white hair shimmered as she exited the room.

Down in the lobby she see's the man she was fighting with earlier. She walks by wondering if he notices.

Count Delos was about to leave, his luggage trailing behind him, when he saw the armored figure again...yet this time he didnt see the helmet. Count Delos saw a short, young, white haired girl. Not at all what he expected. He stood staring for a moment, but regained his composure and walked to her.

"Well, we meet again, yet in better circumstances. I trust your decontamination went well?" asked Delos as he moved closer. Then he whispered "If you ever change your mind on telling me where you recieved that disease, contact me here..." Delos took out from a cape pocket a small plain white card with a number on it. "Use your communicator. Remember, humanity will greatly appreciate what you can do, it may help me find a cure for...this sickness..."

"I can't say a thing about it," She refused to take the card, and even if she did she would have to put it in her bag, which was on her back.

"And cut the cheesy 'I care about a cure,' anyone who cares this much about a cure would have been killed by me back there. I'd say at best you want nothing more than the schematic of it so you use it to control more than you ever should."

She kept on walking, and brushed her hair out of her face, activating her eye in a movement that to the untrained eye would appear as nothing more than an accidental touch to her temple.

"At least I have to qualms admitting what I am. I have killed more people than you can possibly imagine, most of those were strong fighters. Each and every one of them knew they were going to risk their life someday, and I just happened to be their opponet."

Count Delos kept his face stolid. "So be it, ma'am," he simply said.

Count Delos didnt say anything, but was somewhat surprised at what she said. Interesting...
As he left the hotel he laughed. He thought of her last comment. It's comforting to know that my past remains secret... With that, he set off for his starship.

Michelangelo was in the process of being used as a life fire dummy, to test out the feasibility of turning the design into a combat model as well as all the other tasks he'd been run throught. So far his frame had been preforming quite well.

"Count Delos, You are not allowed to enter the planet yet, by orders of your brother, the governor," said one of the several patrol ships orbiting the planet.

"Tell my brother immediately that I may have found a cure to an imminent epidemic,” replied Count Delos. He was angry. He couldn't take it out of his mind.

"At least I have to qualms admitting what I am. I have killed more people than you can possibly imagine, most of those were strong fighters. Each and every one of them knew they were going to risk their life someday, and I just happened to be their opponet. "

Thats what she said, that insolent little girl. Just thinking about it made Count Delos angrier. Not so long ago, he merely laughed at the comment. Now, it angered him. He was, after all, one of the most feared men in the galaxy. But he must keep his identity secret, in case the government cracks down on him. Or worse, his old apprentice tries to finish what he started.

Several minutes later, the communication crackled to life again.

"You are free to enter."

"You will find another of my spacecrafts coming in for a landing...Its passenger is the one who will help find the cure. Make sure he comes to my estate."

"Yes sir."

Count Delos flew his spacecraft down to his massive estate and landed it on one of his landing pads. He quickly jumped out and ordered a nearby servant to take care of his luggage. He walked down a stone path through his beautiful gardens, which were being tended by some slaves he had recently recieved. As he passed them, the slaves would not look at him and work harder. The few that were working on the bushes close to the path bowed their heads as Delos passed. They knew he was angry.

He opened the front doors with the force, making a loud bang as they hit the wall and nearly flew off the hinges. James the butler waited at the stairs, but showed no fear. He knew not to disturb his master though and stayed where he was. Count Delos walked through his armory, armor falling down behind him, the force being used to pull them down. Delos opened the secret entrance and walked down to where the pedestal was. This time, he used the force to push another button, hidden in the dimly lit room. Another door slid to the side. Count Delos walked down the walkway. On both sides of the walkway were seemingly bottomless pits.

As Count Delos walked to the end of the walkway, the last light turned on, revealing an elaborate black suit of armor, made of a strange material. Delos stared at it and began to feel old memories resurface...



"Silence!" boomed a voice. It belonged to a much younger Delos. He looked very much like the modern Delos but younger. He sported a shiny black mask that resembled a Greek Corinthian helmet with a red plume.

He towered in front of thousands of people, most cowering in fear. He had ordered remaining citizens of the capital city on a now defenseless planet to witness their own execution, and the execution of almost all others on the planet.

"Your planet has once again not given me what I asked for...A simple request for a simple matter. My punishment the first time was to obliterate your capital. I did so even though you sought to defend yourselves. Now I asked for payment to continue my 'defense' of your planet. It seems as though you don't want defense?" Count Delos began to pace, tapping his arm as he calmly lectured his audience. "That means this planet is up for conquest. And I happen to be...a conqueror."

With that, Count Delos stopped pacing and smiled. He looked at the helpless citizens, letting his black cape sway in the wind.

Someone snickered behind him and said "Hurry up and kill them, I want to play with our 'new toys'."

Immediately a frown replaced Delos' face. Soon after, choking sounds could be heard in the background.

"Master, let him go. He was merely joking." replied a blonde haired teenager, sporting a similar black suit, this one with a red mark on the shoulder pad. He had no mask. His name was Bavien Karn, or Darth Ominous. His voice was calm, yet there was fear in his eyes.

Count Delos turned around and watched his apprentice's friend squirming and clutching at his throat. He too wore the black suit and no mask. He had dark red hair, and was much stronger than Bavien. His name was Tharn Kamo. Not being Delos’ official apprentice, he had no sith title. "I suggest you forget your compassion of others," he said to his apprentice. Then he turned to Tharn and punched him in the stomach. “You, I suggest you realize who is in charge here…”

Count Delos faced the audience again and was about to speak, when a saber ignited.

“There’s someone new in charge…” replied Tharn, his voice wavering as he filled with rage. He lunged at Delos…

Count Delos easily sidestepped the lunge and tripped Tharn as he lunged past. Tharn snarled as he flipped back onto his feet and swung at Count Delos with his lightsaber. Delos saber ignited and caught the blade, engaging in a saber lock.

“You strike with anger…good…qualities of a Sith Lord. Unfortunately you use them in a barbaric fashion. Learn how to refine your anger, then you won't strike so foolishly and leave yourself wide open for an attack. That seems to be the hardest lesson to learn.” Smiled Delos as he pushed the blades towards Tharn, who’s eyes began to widen with fear. Delos stepped to the side and turned off his saber in one swift movement. Tharn stumbled and within the few seconds he stared at where Delos once was, Delos cut off Tharn’s saber hand.

“Ominous, you should’ve been here to protect me…you both still have much to learn,” said Delos calmly as he turned back towards the audience. Ominous went to his friend and led him up a nearby ramp to their ship. The surrounding people were trying to bypass the guards who made sure none got close to their master, even though Delos didn’t need any protection from common rabble like them. Or anything else this planet could throw at him for that matter.
“Your time is up, people of this planet. I have taken a percentage of your worlds population, including your former governor and his family. They will work in mines on this planet to give me all its nutrients. The rest of you will be obliterated along with your once magnificent cities. May you annoy your gods as much as you annoyed me…” With that, Count Delos turned around and walked up the ramp to his space ship, along with the guards positioned in front of the audience, who immediately began to run forward, desperately trying to jump onto one of the escaping ships. Once the guards were on the ships ramps, they beat down any creature trying to jump on.

The transports all flew into a massive spaceship, Delos’ flagship, The Executioner and soon after, ships all in specific spots above the planet bombarded the most populated cities, leaving destruction where there was once civilization…

Delos opened his eyes, a smile on his face. His good memories always helped calm him. Now he should be expecting Dr. Shaw soon…

Nickel Seven Started her way into the street, pulling the helmet of her suit on. As she walked, the bustling crowd parted to make way for her. Her purposeful strides and the look on her face, even though no one could see it, said that if anyone were to mess with her, they would soon meet an unpleasant fate.

She continued down her path, when just down the street a person collapsed. A crowd formed, mostly of onlookers, and of course the few who actually could help were only crowded out by the rest. Nickel payed this no mind, even after she had heard that what was wrong was identical to the sheet she was looking at earlier.

She heard a scream as another person fell down. The scream went from being an older womans, to that of a little nine year old girl. Nickel had come running from the woods at full speed, she held in her hands the key to her life, a flag with the number twelve. She said not so much as a word coming from the woods. Her leg had been broken, and she had been shot, no difference was made to her performance five minutes later. As she walked further out of the woods, it was revealed that a little nub of lead was sticking out of the back of her leg. She was then stuffed in a transport vehicle and hauled off to the next stage.

Nickel burst through the crowd once again and made her way for the space port, from where she would take her ship and leave.

Count Delos continued his reminiscing for a half-hour longer, before he got up and walked out, making sure to close the doors leading to his saber and his armor. It would be bad news for Delos if someone were to find those. Then again, they would need to know whom those belonged to. Yet, even if it was brought out on the media, there would be a chance that his apprentice would see it and find Delos.

As he entered his armory, he heard James at the entrance to the room at the other end.

"Sir, I believe you have guests..." James calmly called out. Then, he made one quick whistle and stepped back. Three black clad individuals jumped out from behind James and at once, took out there weapons.

"Assassins...James, you shouldn’t have," replied Delos, realizing he set his saber on the pedestal before he walked up to the armory. He began to reach for a weapon. Just then, he heard a strange "thwack" sound and retracted his hand.

He would have been one hand short if he kept his arm out any longer. One of the Assassins carried a staff with swords on both ends. What was strange about this staff was that both ends were connected to chains, which, at a push of a button, one can extend or both. An extremely deadly weapon to its wielder and its enemies...this assassin seemed like a professional. One of the other assassins was armed with a single large sword, while the other was armed with two smaller swords, one in each hand. They both sprang forward and began to move their swords around them at high speeds. The one with the staff retracted the extended end and began to swing the staff in a circular motion.

Count Delos was surrounded and weaponless...He liked the odds.

The assassin in front thrust with his sword at Delos's torso while the one behind him thrust each of his swords out on either side of Delos. Delos crouched under both. Just as they planned. The two swords on the side began to move inwards to chop off Delos's head, but Delos slid closer to the Assassin with one sword and quickly pushed the hilt upwards and kicked the swords side, resulting in the blade end going down and blocked the other two from killing Delos. Within seconds, Delos punched up into the large sword wielding assassins’ groin, and then picked him up and threw him at the other Assassin. Delos grabbed the large sword and realized it was incredibly unbalanced. He had to use long sweeping motions to gain momentum for it to be of any use, otherwise it would move so slow, it wouldn’t be practical. As he swung the massive weapon, the Assassin with the staff sent one of its ends back at Delos. With the help of the force, Delos barely deflected the shot with his constant spinning.

The unarmed assassin jumped to the side of Delos and ducked under one of Delos swings, swiftly punching a pressure point of Delos, making him lose his grip of the massive sword. The weapon flung out, nearly beheading the two sword assassin, who was running after Delos.

Delos used the force to recover quickly from the blow he received and blocked several more advances made by the unarmed assassin. He jumped as the assassin tried to kick his legs out, and as he landed, he gripped the assassins head and twisted, resulting in a satisfying crack. The first assassin was down…

The duel swords assassin leaped for Delos, swords straight out. Delos, dove away, and immediately jumped towards the wall with several swords he can use. He heard a familiar clanking sound and dove again as the chained sword end of the staff smashed into the wall.

This is getting annoying, he thought. As the chained sword was brought back towards its owner, the other assassin jumped behind Delos and sliced downwards. Delos strafed to towards the middle of the room and grabbed hold of the assassins arm and drove his arm, full force at the elbow joint, breaking the arm. He heard a muffled sound under the assassins mask, as he brought his other sword towards Delos as a somewhat slower speed. Delos jumped behind the assassin and placed his arm around the assassins neck, ready to crack it like he did the other. The familiar clanking sound was heard and Delos jumped backwards. He heard a sickening crunch and saw the assassin with the broken arm, stumble forward and fall, the chained sword showing through his back. This was his chance, Delos though as he ran full speed at the remaining assassin. He picked up the dead assassins swords as he darted towards the assassin. He heard the clanking again and saw the sword begin to return back to its owner. The assassin began to spin his staff, giving his chained swords some slack, resulting in a strange dance of death, with the swords swinging around. Delos began to time the swords but had some trouble due to the fact that the Assassin was changing the swords paths every 20 seconds.

I need to act fast…thought Delos, as the assassin walked closer to him. Delos thought about using the force, but decided against it, just incase the assassin was giving a live feed to its owner…

A blade headed straight down towards Delos’ head, but Delos blocked it with his sword, making a gap where the sword would have swung around. Delos immediately ran towards the opening and slashed at the Assassin, who nimbly jumped out of the way, and began his dance again.

Delos got an idea and walked towards the Assassin this time. A sword came in no time, and Delos strafed out of its way, but brought his sword into one of the chains links and pushed it into the floor. The assassin was caught off guard and lost control of his other end, which decapitated the assassin.

“James….you hired good assassins this time. I commend you. I needed some entertainment…”smiled Delos as he inspected the bodies. James came out from behind the door.

“Quite a lot of money…but I told them I would only pay them if they killed you…which they didn’t so your money remains,” Said James calmly. To Delos, this was a form of entertainment. He asked James to hire the best assassins without Delos knowing, so they can try to surprise Delos and kill him. A deadly, but highly entertaining game. It also keeps Delos on his toes in case a real assassin attempts to take his life…