NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: This is my first real thread. Let's see how it goes. (It's in the future), and I need some bad guys…

ic: The Most Holy Emperor of The Ankh of Life looks out to his people. He knows his time is near, and announces, "My humble, loyal followers. Unfortuneately, this position has thrust such responsibilities into my arms. Responsibility, that I can not handle. I now turn over my title to my son, as I am not in much of a position to rule over you any--" He is cut off as the building behind him explodes. The very same building were his son was. A ship is seen though the smoke; taking off. Medics flood into the area, carrying off the dead bodies, and those of the injured.


Lights… Pain… and… Voices…
"I think he's alive..."
“It had to be a miracle."
"There is no way…”
Then it went black again.


The emperor slowly came back to consciousness. “What… where am I..? What happened?” A medical attendant runs to his side. “Don’t worry. After we found out that you were still alive, we drugged you up with morphine. It’s all okay now. It’s-”
She is cut off as the emperor sits up suddenly and shouts, “MY SON! Where is my son!?”
The nurse, a little shaken from this outburst, replies, “Sir… the body… wasn’t found…”
The emperor exclaims, “The ship! Of course!” He sends out a telegram saying:

All Nations
We are facing a troubled time. My son has been kidnapped. I need teams of 1-5 bounty hunters to come to try to find him. There is a great reward for the one who does.
The Ankh of Life

To:The Ankh of Life
From:1010102
Subject:kidnapping

"we will help you find your son. I send my most trusted bounty-hunter Redo Archrus he has hunted down any scum you tell him to. he is armed with the best plasma weapons we can give him,as well as dual lightsabers.

ooc: Interested in the villian role.
Do you want the son to be rescued?
If so, intact/unharmed or am I allowed to inflict harm?
Kidnapping for political reasons or money/blackmail/extortion?
How hard do you want it to be?

Flexing his freshly regrown hand, Marlin let the datastream wash over him, letting his Intuition guide him to his next job. The words and images flashed by in a jumble, hundreds of thousands of terapulses of information, all pouring directly into his brain...

That face...

Freezing the torrent, Jake switched the datastream from his 'chip to the main screen of his ship. He breezed over the information available, commiting it to memory. The son of an Emperor... Big bucks in this one for sure...

"So, whaddawe got this time?"

Jake turned, seeing his resident Necroscope looking interestedly over his shoulder, sipping a beer.

"Our next job. Just take us to the coordinates on screen."

Concentrating for a sec, the Guilder smiled. With a sudden screech of annoyingly audible thoughts, the ship slammed into existance in the target system.

"Well, we're there. Now, you want to meet our new boss or what?"

((OOC: Damn the more than half hour it took to type this, I will relinguish this position if you would rather have Theao do this role))

Nickel Seven looked at the heap on the floor, unconcious, bound, but not gagged. He was a fucking mess, several broken bones, and a large laceration on his face that would never heal right. The way he begged for his life, if she hadn't been payed to bring him alive she would have taken pleasure in torturing him to death. She stripped her battlesuit, and started cleaning her weapon. She was only wearing pants, nothing else. On her back a tattoo of five cards, four aces and a three of diamonds, was mixed in with various scars, most of which looked to be bullet wounds, but a few looked as if they were knives. Her pistol stayed holstered on her hip as she sat on a box, monitoring the hostage while cleaning her weapons. For as long as she could remember her hair had been white, she believed it was due to the fact that she was genetically engineered. She kept her hair fairly short, not quite shoulder length. Her eyes..... rather eye, the other was synthetic from when she was jumped by six men at once and had killed them all with her bare hands, was green.

All her life she had struggled to come out on top, she was born to a nation of mercenaries, and the only way to be recognized was to be stronger than the rest. She was one of the best, and detested people who got authority from their parents. This wasn't her war though, it never was, she was very professional.

Suddenly her inner ear bone stated vibrating. She reached for the arm piece of her battlesuit and pressed a button.

"Nickel Seven here."

"Pixious. The father is still alive, and he's put a bounty out on you guy's."

"I foresee no problems. You are still under cover, right?"

"That is correct."

"Good, falsify some information about the ship, and keep the father alive, we need you there as long as possible, and keeping the old man alive will give our employers some barganing room."

"Aye, Pixious out."

Nickel tossed the arm piece with the rest of battlesuit, and went back to cleaning her rifle. She noticed that the 'kid' was rousing, she didn't move, despite the fact she was half naked.

The Ankh of Life
Pixious (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/deathwitharifle/meia4.jpg), walked into the emperor's hospital room carrying a file folder. She looked at the emperor, the computer over her eye flipping back and forth between multiple different sources of information.

"Sir, this is a picture of the ship that got away," She rummaged around in the file and pulled out a falsified picture of the ship, "a message was left in your office, they say he's still alive, but they haven't made any demands yet, so far this seems like a pretty amature and unplanned kidnapping. I also feel, that as your secretary, and keeper of just about every important document that goes through you, it is my duty to help you through this time of difficulty. If their is anything you need me to do, just let me know."

She paused for a second before continuing, "Sir, I just recieved word that the nation of 1010102 is sending a bounty hunter to help you locate your son."

She waited for the emperor's response.