NationStates Jolt Archive

The uncharted territories. Where no man reigned supreme, and the only constant was chaos, death and destruction on a galactic scale. In this black abyss it was almost guaranteed that whoever you spoke to had something weighing down their conscience, like industrial acid eating away at their very soul. Murder, theft and rape were all commonplace here, and were even accepted by the criminal society which had formed in these lawless lands. The only universal language was that of a pulse blast, the only negotiation was via a firefight, and the only way to win a debate was to survive. Nobody came here unless they were hiding from someone, or looking for something they shouldn't be looking for. One could only feel sorry for the natives...

It seemed appropriate then, that nestled amongst some debris in the middle of nowhere, the mysterious Commerce Station Alpha-Seven should be located here. A massive, multi-section facility sprawling across some fifty thousand metras of space, with windows so tiny they looked like distant stars, it could house hundreds of thousands of people at any one time, and had more than enough space for large numbers of ships to dock externally or land in its numerous hangars. A dark grey morass that was barely visible against the black backdrop of the vacuum, it was surrounded by artificial debris - the corpses of those ships which had challenged The Rules. The largest of these dead hulks was a full Peacekeeper Command Carrier. The captain of the ill-fated ship had been sent into the uncharted territories to try to establish a Peacekeeper presence there. Upon discovering the unusual, ownerless station they had attempted to seize control of it. The Command Carrier lasted a mere thirty microts against its exotic armaments. It was now a relic, a curiosity to treasure hunters and scavengers, a bastion of Peacekeeper power no longer.

And yet, nobody knew who had placed this station here, nor where it received its seemingly arbitrary designation 'Alpha-Seven'. It was certainly built by somebody advanced, as no known ships had thus far been able to take it on in a fight and last for more than a matter of microts. The collective memory of the area seemed to remember it being there beyond historical records, and nobody recalled who built it, or who operated and maintained it. It was considered a 'Free Port' by all, but despite its apparent lack of ownership, it had rules, and they were enforced most harshly - as the crew of the Command Carrier and the other dead ships out there would attest to, if they still drew breath.

All approaching ships were hailed automatically by the station, as it scanned their language banks and distributed to them an electronic copy of 'The Rules' as well as an appropriate docking schedule. The first rule was simple; hostile acts towards the station resulted in death. And so far, nobody had avoided this rule. Whether destroyed in their ships or killed by the station's internal defences, the rule was enforced against everybody, without exception. The second rule was also simple; carrying explosives, biological or chemical weapons, or weapons of mass destruction onto the station resulted in death. Anybody who had tried to circumvent this particular rule in the past had been vapourised by unknown weapons the very moment they set foot (or tendril, or whatever) onto the station. Anyone who wanted to trade in such goods had to leave them in their ship, docked externally. The third rule was obscure, but just as simple; take what you wish from the graveyard, but leave the skeletons behind. It seemed the debris field served a purpose, presumably reminding people what the Station did to those who did not follow the rules. The fourth and final rule was the most simple of all; there are no more rules. And everybody understood what that meant.

Despite the last rule, several factions had established themselves aboard the station, attempting to enforce their particular brand of 'business ethics' or security, but none of them had any true power. Whoever had sufficient muscle could silence them easily enough. The most powerful of the factions called themselves the 'Commerce Police Authority' - a band of permanent residents who had taken it upon themselves to try to stem the flow violence that occurred on the station so frequently. Fights, murders and the like were more than likely to be met by CPA grunts, who certainly weren't afraid to use violence themselves. And they were successful to some extent - they now claimed domain over the safest part of the station, which wasn't saying much. But even they had no true authority, as the Station was ruled by nobody but itself. It tended to vapourise anybody who forgot that.

For the most part, trade was done by various nefarious individuals, looking to avoid somewhat more 'official' trading spots. But it was also the perfect place for national business to take place on neutral ground, away from the prying eyes of civilisation. Massive amounts of illegal cargo passed through these airlocks on a daily basis - contraband drugs, stolen property, light arms, weapons of mass destruction, biogenic weapons, slaves, and even stolen ships. Most trade took place on the promenade - an enormous alleyway carved right through the centre of the station, where many individuals set up stalls and offloaded their wares. It was the commercial centre of the uncharted territories, and even put a few legitimate trading centres to shame as well.

There were a few off-side meeting rooms and conference areas available as well, which could be booked for use via the computer at the cost of a small amount of one's preferred currency. Sleeping quarters were arranged in largely the same way - interfacing with the station's computer terminals allowed one to book a place to stay aboard the station, choosing from the seemingly limitless quarters that were available and paying a minimal fee for the privilege. Again, nobody knew where these fees went, but they still had to be paid.

And now, as always, Commerce Station Alpha-Seven was alive with activity, ships coming and going and traders shouting about their wares in-between. But there was plenty of space for newcomers.



[OOC: Hey all. I don't know whether this will be popular or not, I hope it will be but I don't know, but the general intention is for it to be something of a 'sandbox character roleplay'. That's what I'm calling it anyway. You can pretty much do whatever you please, whether it's trade, having representatives from your nation meet other representatives there, piratical activities or whatever. One thing I noticed about some RPs like this is that if the original poster abandons his/her thread, the RP tends to die rather quickly, so I hoped to create somewhere a little more long-lasting for anybody to use. Whether anybody does or not, I don't know!

OK, so, there are a few rules. Firstly, the Station is indestructible, and its firepower is irresistible. That's a plot device that I deliberately created to stop somebody waltzing in and ruining it for everybody. Now feel free to attack it with whatever you want, just bear in mind that you won't hurt it and you won't survive very long afterwards. If your characters have any doubts about it, they only need to look at the graveyard that surrounds it - a graveyard they can scavenge from if they want to, by the way. The Station is sentient, and so the IC rules may change if new circumstances arise that weren't considered before.

Secondly, the CPA faction can't be eliminated. They can be defeated in battles if you so choose, just never eliminated from the station completely. They are NPCs, so anybody can use them in their posts, but nobody can 'become' them, if you see what I mean. Just bear in mind that although they call themselves a police force, they aren't governed by anybody and they believe in protecting what they see as their 'home' by any means necessary - which usually means fighting fire with fire. They'll arrest people if they can, but they're more than happy to lay waste to them as well.

Any other factions, it's entirely up to you. You can create and destroy NPC factions. You can even have your characters come and live on the station and build their own faction if you want to. I envisage entire player-created factions waging wars against each other, but I doubt it'll get that popular - pessimism is my middle name, after all!

Other NPCs include traders on the promenade, other visitors to the station, wandering civilians caught in the cross fire, whoever you want to really so long as it fits the context. Your characters can set up storefronts too if they want, it's a big station and there's plenty of room.

You can trade anything with anybody. It's like capitalism gone haywire on this station, no rules. If you trade explosives, biological or chemical weapons, or WMDs and the like though, they must remain on your ships, externally docked, where they can't hurt the innards of the station. You (and your cargo) will get vapourised harmlessly by the internal defences if you try to take them inside, so it's best to follow that rule.

And representatives from your nation, be they political, military or civilian, can come along and do whatever they want to do as well, be that discrete meetings with foreigners or whatever.

Sorry for the long OOC bit, I personally hate it as well (it's so mood breaking), but I just wanted to clear up what it was about. Hope it gets used at least a little! I'll bring some characters of my own in soon as I get a chance. Thanks!]

Three ships approached the docking area of the dark station. They moved slowly. Two of them looked to be salvage haulers with manipulator arms and gathering equipment. The other looked to be the registered privateer, Black Raven, out of the Paradise system. A tight beam transmission went out aimed at station management.

Captain Cruonis to the dark station-- This is the Registered Salvage Corporation, we see you have a number of hulks surrounding your station. We are very interested in acquiring these dead ships for recycling and processing. We are willing to pay a finders fee to acquire these ships. It would be a boon to us as well as you.

A chance to clear away the garbage. As part of this process we will gladly sweep the area of space surrounding your station clear of debris and dangerous contaminants.

Captain Cruonis smiled. He had hit the motherlode. He called in his claim to the commerce ministry on Paradise. There was no way he would be able to haul all the salvage from this run. Mariana Industries and the Undersea and Space Salvage Cooperative would be here soon as well.

The salvage ships readied their run. Neutron scanners swept over the dead hulks looking for metals, standard weapons, old shielding devices and similar technology. When the scanners picked up something interesting, they sent out small robotic probes to examine their finds. They would deploy with small thrusters and multiple arms, going over the things of interest. When they found something of special interest it was radioed to the salvage ship. Men and women in construction space mecha would come out to cut away and haul in pieces of the ships. The ships would pack their holds.

The salvagers were interested in almost anything. Their technology wasn’t standard galactic technology. In addition to the previous items, they took all kinds of things many of which would appear useless old cargo refrigerators, chunks of odd metals, alien furniture, space toilets, batteries, nanogel foam, almost anything that wasn’t part of their current technology. Odd things and seemingly senseless things.

What the salvagers couldn’t take in their first run, they recorded and sent pictures and scans of to the commerce ministry, hoping they could patent the new technology. They had no real idea what they were getting, it was mostly alien to them. The ships were fast filling up.

"Frell off," Jaben growled.

A few moments of silence passed, disturbed only by the shuffling of feet across the floor.

"Frell off!" Jaben growled, louder this time, as he span around and pulled out a pulse pistol. As his face came into the light, it could be seen that it was pockmarked with thirty-three cycles of hardship, while a nasty looking scar had just missed his left eye socket - which could have been a much worse injury. He had not shaved in a while, as was evidenced by his thick stubble, so many of these facial injuries could not be seen, but a long scar down his bare, hairy left arm was perfectly clear.

An enormous, broad-shouldered, nine-foot tall Scarran stood behind him, cocking his head sideways and holding out his arms in a mock surrender. The creature's thick, scaly grey skin was covered by a vest-like red leather garment, which had its share of scrapes and tears just like his skin did, and simple black pants. He wore some fake Peacekeeper wrist cuffs, a remnant of previous ploys. Had they been working, they would have prevented the Scarran from projecting searing heat at his victims, but as they were fake he was under no such restriction.

"Please, do not shoot," the Scarran said in his deep, raspy voice. "I surrender to your undeniable strength."

"Get your own damned pulse burster, this one's mine!" Jaben shouted at him across the maintenance bay. Behind him, on the lab table, was an enormous eight-barrelled rifle, in pieces and with various tools hanging out of it. A Peacekeeper Pulse Burster, no less.

"I have no interest in your weapon, Sebacean," the Scarran scoffed, twisting his head suspiciously. "If I wanted it, I would have it already. That pistol would not have helped you."

"Then what are you doing here?" Jaben asked. He holstered his pistol, realising that it wouldn't do him much good anyway.

"I thought you would be interested to know that we have arrived at our destination," the Scarran told him. He gave Jaben a curious look as he glanced him over. "You may wish to change your attire, Sebacean - your presence on the station may not be appreciated otherwise."

Jaben looked down at himself, remembering that he still wore the black and red tunic of his stolen Peacekeeper uniform from his last heist, and nodded. "Good point. I'll meet you all at the airlock when we've docked, don't go without me!"



Leviathans were enormous creatures, dull brown in colour, but they looked a lot more graceful than their bulk suggested, with sweeping curves and elegant architecture culminating in three swept-back prongs at the rear. This one, named Rena, navigated through a shipping graveyard with remarkable ease, slowing down as it approached the vast, alien trading station. As per usual, docking instructions were sent automatically, and the Leviathan moved towards one of the vacant mid-sized docking ports. It came to a halt with a clunk as it moored itself to the station, one of hundreds of other ships also moored there.



"Pilot, open the door," the Scarran, whose name was Raelek, said impatiently has he stomped down a corridor towards the airlock. He stood beside a blonde-haired female, another Sebacean, who was already there with a pulse rifle at hand ready to shoot whatever came through the door.

"Hold up!" Jaben called, sprinting down the corridor to join them. He skid to a halt beside them and drew his pulse pistol.

"Pilot, now open the door," the Scarran repeated after issuing Jaben with a scowl.

"Good of you to join us," the female Sebacean, named Celesta, remarked.

"Thanks for waiting," Jaben said, glancing up at the Scarran with a frown.

The airlock door hissed, and the unusual-shaped bulkhead began to turn open. They stepped inside the small compartment and waited as the door closed behind them. A second door opened ahead of them, this time sliding open, retreating into the hull. Stale air flooded the compartment, which smelled like the sweat of a thousand different species, overwhelming their senses for a brief moment. Raelek took a step back, as the air not only smelled bad but it was also rather chilly compared to the warm humidity of a Leviathan, and Scarrans do so hate the cold.

"You OK?" Jaben asked?

"I will endure," Raelek grunted with typical Scarran superiority. He regained his stature and soon nobody could tell that he was uncomfortable.

The three unlikely friends stepped out of the airlock and into the dull grey 'lobby' for this particular airlock. Computer monitors, mounted on robotic arms, suddenly stuck out from the walls, bombarding them with station information, offers for quarters and conference room rentals, and even advertisements issued by various long-term traders and different factions on the station. Raelek growled and shoved them all out of the way, clearing a path for Jaben and Celesta who followed him quickly as they eyed the ominous weapons turrets that tracked their movements.

"He really doesn't like the cold does he?" Celesta muttered as the bad-tempered Scarran marched forwards.

It was a short walk through some narrow, poorly-lit corridors and into the main promenade, which was alive with activity. Aliens of every colour swarmed the place, some from species that none of them had ever seen before, making navigation through the morass difficult at best. Raelek soon cleared a path - some of the aliens were apparently familiar with Scarrans, at least, and any who didn't move out of his way found themselves being pushed violently into the surrounding crowd. The two Sebaceans followed closely, until he managed to find a clearing in the smelly forest of bodies and stopped there.

"So this is Commerce Station Alpha-Seven huh?" Jaben shouted over the noise. "It's nice! Peaceful!"

"Could use a lick of paint," Celesta said with a smile.

"Silence!" Raelek growled, loudly enough to attract attention from nearby patrons. "I do not want to stay here for very long. What is our business here?"

"Well first and foremost we need to offload our cargo," Jaben said. "I don't think we'll be able to hide that from the next Peacekeeper patrol we encounter. And I don't think they'll buy that 'we are on a secret mission' dren for much longer either. So we need to get rid of it here and now. Shouldn't be too difficult, considering the calibre of clientele here..."

"I concur," Raelek nodded. "You try to sell our cargo. I shall try to locate a Crystherium dealer, and then join you."

"And I shall find a bar, and I shall sit at it," Celesta said, nodding firmly.

Jaben sighed. "We need spare parts to fix up that stolen Prowler in the hangar bay. You are going to buy some for us."

"Buy?" Celesta asked.

"Yes, 'buy'," Jaben said firmly. "We already have three bounty hunters and a pack of mercenaries on our tail thanks to you 'acquiring' things. Let's try and leave this station without a running firefight back to the airlock, eh?"

"Yes," Raelek concurred. He pointed at his shoulder with one of his claws. "I am still stinging from the last pulse blast I blocked on your behalf. Next time I will duck."

"OK, OK, I'll buy some parts then," Celesta said, holding her hands up in submission. "Just give me some currency pledges and I'll get right on it!"

Jaden and Raelek looked blankly at each other, shrugged, and then looked back at her.

"Brandar tiles?"

They shook their heads.

"Crindars then? You must have some of those, surely, Raelek?"

"I do not have any to spare," the Scarran shook his head, then scowled at her. "Not since you spent my last one at the bar on that Scarran trading post three weekens ago. I need my remaining crindars for crystherium."

"So, how do you guys expect me to pay for ship parts without any money?" she asked.

"That's your problem," Jaben shrugged, patting Raelek on the back as they moved to go back into the crowd. "Tralk yourself around a bit, you might get lucky."

"Oh, thanks!" she shouted after them as they jumped back into the crowd. She watched Raelek as they made their way down the promenade, his tall stature standing above most of the beings there. Now she just needed currency.

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Captain Cruonis to the dark station-- This is the Registered Salvage Corporation, we see you have a number of hulks surrounding your station. We are very interested in acquiring these dead ships for recycling and processing. We are willing to pay a finders fee to acquire these ships. It would be a boon to us as well as you.

A chance to clear away the garbage. As part of this process we will gladly sweep the area of space surrounding your station clear of debris and dangerous contaminants.

Being as the station 'management' didn't exist, the station itself sent an automated, text-only reply in the language of the inquirers, telling them what it told every other scavenger who came into the debris field.

"Take whatever trinkets you wish. Leave the skeletons behind. I like my skeletons."

It presumably meant, gut the ships all you wished, but leave the hulls behind. The floating corpses were trophies, warning off any ships with not-so-bright ideas.

[OOC: Crackin' great big wallopin' bump before hometime...]

Aboard the dead peacekeeper command carrier, Sargent a genemodified dog in a powersuit was going through the lockers on the dead ship. He had piled up various tools and belongings onto a grav sled. His suit modified manipulators itched a bit. He growled, it was always a pain to get an itch in a powersuit.

He squinted at Marcus, who had found what looked like a miniaturized handheld superblowtorch, Sargent, "Hey watch what you are doing with that thing, you might cut up the wrong thing."

Marcus, "Hey man, wow cool, this is amazing, look at what I can do with this. He cuts a metal pole in half with a chopping motion. This is cool." He pulls out his needler pistol in one hand and strikes a samurai pose, with the light saber in the other. "I bet no one has one of these things back home. Radical."

Sargent, "Snap to it, put that thing away, or you scrub the decks all day tomorrow."

Marcus, "Alright, alright just kidding Sarge, I mean uhh alright." He turns off the light saber and clips it onto his belt. He stops for a minute then gets back to sorting items into the grav sleds. He looks at a funny looking picture of a guy shaking hands with an upright lizard. Marcus thinks, "This is so weird, this places is just odd."

Sargent, "Grr, stop daydreaming, Marcus get back to work."

They continue sorting things in the big ship, gutting out pieces of the ship room by room.

More ships come into the area with heavily armed escorts. Two warships and four more salvage ships. They are gutting the ships systematically.

[OOC: Bumpin'. I will try to think of something to do with you tomorrow, Commonalitarianism, when my eyelids aren't trying to pull me to the ground...]

Another ship entered the system. It was at least 720 meters long. Five large double turrets lined the ship on the top and bottom. Two rows of smaller single turrets lined each side of the top hull. It made no attempt to hide its weapons, and was clearly a warship (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/lastscan.jpg). The 'Jolly Roger' was prowdly painted on both sides of the forward hull. It approached the station and requested docking clearence. After recieving the automated transmission from the station, it docked at one of the external airlocks.

Captain Drakor faced his 1st mate on the bridge. "Go aboard and see what you can find out about Bradley," he ordered. "I want to know if he was or still is here."
"Yes sir," the 1st mate responded. Then, with two other sailors, all three wearing phasor pistols on their belts, they left the bridge and boarded the station. "Let's go to a bar first," the Mate ordered. They set off into the crowd.


(ooc: Peacekeeper Command, want to have Celesta bump into my guys? they can get help her get the parts. )

Sargent and Marcus had finished stripping out the inside of the big ship. Their job as the first in was to collect all the small stuff easy to get at before the heavy crews came in and started ripping, cutting, slicing, unbolting and dismantling the innards.

They had finished gathering things from all over the inside of the ships onto grav sleds and had carried away most of the loose furniture to be collected in the cargo holds of one of the salvage ships. It was a long dirty job and they were looking forward to shore leave.

A shuttle from one of the ships packed with some of the gathering crew headed toward the station. Marcus had on some of his finest clothes, a blue jacket with lace cuffs, a brace of pistols and a bandolier, with extra ammunition and a few grenades, a blue tricornered hat, red silk pantaloons, shiny new boots and some gold trinkets for his dreadlocks. He had the lightsaber clipped to his belt.

Sarge had just had a nice grooming. He was wearing a leather vest and carrying a supply pack. Two armed floating sphere droids accompanied him. Also a grav sled followed behind.

Sarge, "Come on Marcus, we are on shore leave. Lets get off this dump and take a look around."

Marcus, "Lets go look around this place, I'm for some beer and some ladies." Marcus smiled showing the ruby chip in his front tooth.

The shuttle clanged into the lock. The group of rowdy crew members came into the station. They walked inside. Most were armed with a variety of weapons, you might see in a privateering and salvage crew, everything from plasma shotguns and fusion grenades to cutlasses, and monomolecular whips.

They walked into the station. At the entrance desk, the official business was "Shore Leave for the crew." as growled by Sargent. Sargent was truly imposing, a genemodified German Shephard the size of a pony.

Sargent and Marcus broke away from the crowd of other crew who had come to party and relax after a long hard job. Sarge lit a big smelly cigar with his gene modified paw and Sarge and Marcus walked towards the crowd on the promenade.

an cendant class warship exited slip stream coms to comerce stion request permison to dock and buy food our supplys are heavily depleted nearest sephrion suply staion is amonth away said captian dragoon over the coms

Seedy bars and rough taverns were the stomping grounds of ex-Peacekeeper Celesta, who revelled in the social intricacies of barroom politics and inter-personal relationships. Well, actually, she just liked to get drunk and see what happened next, but that didn't stop her from trying to justify her bad habit with a falsehood if only to keep her unusual companions off her back.

The very first bar she had found on this hellhole of a station was huge and seemed to have been purpose-built for the task, unlike many of the other bars on the station which were set up in rented conference rooms or quarters using makeshift furniture and very dodgy-looking beverages. This one had a proper, dedicated bar unit with a whole drenload of various drinks from all around the galaxy. It was filthy, of course, and the four-armed bartender didn't look to have cleaned anything for a cycle. His clientele didn't look any better - the stench was overwhelming. Drunken aliens stumbled around, the sounds of puking and smashing glasses could be heard all around the room, and the occasional chair flew overhead.

Seemed like a nice enough place.

Avoiding some kind of dark skinned alien with a ridged forehead and an unhealthy obsession with leather and metal as he tripped over backwards, and narrowly escaping a slip in some unpleasant-looking liquid on the floor, she made her way to the bar.

"Raslak!" she yelled.

"Eh?" the bartender replied. He cupped one of his 'holes' that apparently constituted ears as he signalled her to speak up. Two of his hands were occupied with pouring drinks, and another held an unruly patron face-down on the bar.

"RASLAK!" she yelled again, louder this time. The bartender nodded, and removed his hand from his ear and pulled out a grubby glass, roughly pressing it against a tap until it was full and then handed it to her.

"How are you going to pay for that two arms?" he asked.

"This gentleman will pay for it," Celesta said, turning to a pale-skinned man who sat on a barstool beside her. The man turned around as she roughly planted an arm around his back. He looked down at her and smiled, tossing a brandar tile to the bartender. Celesta got to work earning her next few rounds...

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Raelek had made contact with an unusual Charrid within a few moments of his explorations of the promenade. That particular species were on good terms with his people, even if he wasn't, and this Charrid had instructed him to make his way off the promenade and into the maze of narrow, dark corridors that weaved their way through the bowels of the station. The maintenance droids here had apparently neglected their cleaning duties, as litter was piled high against the walls and the stench was revolting. Raelek was certain that he saw several creatures scurrying around out of the corners of his red eyes.

Believing he had arrived at the location specified by the nervous Charrid, whom he did not trust for a microt. Still he felt no need to arm himself, as in these tight corridors his heat projecting abilities would probably be more practical than a pulse weapon. He just wasn't keen on needing to do so.

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Jaben wandered around the promenade for a while, hoping he'd find a stall that would sell gas masks. Some of these aliens smelled bad... BO times a thousand. Nobody else seemed to mind, or at least, allowed themselves to take notice, so Jaben did the same and pressed on regardless. Finding a buyer for their cargo was proving to be harder than he had thought, as this place seemed to be saturated with trade at the moment.

He found a terminal without a large queue behind it and logged on. Placing an advertisement on the station-wide monitors required currency, which was something in short supply on Rena at the moment. So instead, he took his datapad and wrote his advertisement on the screen, and then proceeded to affix it to the side of the monitor.

He stood back, pleased with ingenuity. "FOR SALE: 20 crates of Peacekeeper Pulse Pistols. 11 crates of Peacekeeper Pulse Rifles. 2 crates of Peacekeeper Frag Rifles. 30 canisters of chakan oil. 1 Peacekeeper Pulse Burster. Quick sale!"

A passing alien saw more value in the datapad itself, however, and within a few microts it had been swiped right in front of him.

"Oh frell," Jaben grumbled. Back to shouting I guess.

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The Sephrioth ship, as with all approaching ships, had already been transmitted an automatically customised docking schedule and a digital copy of The Rules, by whatever automated systems were running the station.

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The Caribbean System;11856984'](ooc: Peacekeeper Command, want to have Celesta bump into my guys? they can get help her get the parts. )

[OOC: Sure...]

A red Gear flew through space. In it, sat a man, a horrible man. He had heard rumors of a space station in a seedy part of space. It was just his kind of crowd.

As he approached, he got the run down of rules from the station, and smiled. He needed no weapons of mass Destruction, or anything like that. They were only for the weak, and he was strong.

He landed his gear in a hanger bay, and left it locked tightly, not that that was neccessary, he was the only one with the will power strong enough to control it. He had long red hair, that was the same color as his eyes. He wore black leather everything. It wasn't shiny black leather, it wasn't treated with any special chemicles. The only thing done to it, was that it was properly tanned, so as to not smell. A red glow of energy surrounded him, but it was not radioactive, or harmful in anyway, it was just a natural part of him being alive. He was human, at least he was at birth. He still looked human, but humans had feelings, humans cared. This man cared for nothing but the unrestrained joy of harming others, and destroying things, anything. He had a look, a sense about him, that this was one man, that was best left alone.

He walked the halls silently, looking at the station. He looked at the people walking the halls. Yes, he was going to like it here. He walked into a tavern, and sat in the back, just sitting there, grinning, always grinning that same creepy "what horrible and sadisitic murders have you just commited?" kind of smile. Eventually, he got an ale.

Id, The Demon of Elru, had come for vacation.

OOC: Id is a mass murderer, that has never quite been able to be caught. If things get intresting, I'll set up a faction. For now, he's simply there. You can talk to him, if you wish.

Sarge and Marcus jostled and bumped through the huge crowd on the promenade. It smelled truly bizarre. Marcus felt paws and tentacles trying to go for pockets and other places. Luckily, he had all his valuables in the inside linings of his jacket underneath a layer of duraweave. One of his grenades disappeared however from his bandolier. Sarge somehow managed to clear an isle around himself with ease.

The gravsled was programmed to follow them. It floated slightly above their heads. It had biometric scanners so it wouldn't be openable. The two robotic drones floated slightly above their heads as well.

They were looking for the "shopping district". They reached an open air bazaar. Surprisingly it wasn't so tightly packed. Various aliens stood around heavily armed next to display cases of knives, guns, grenades, body armor, and a wide variety of armaments. In the back of the small section of the bazaar was a booth with the words "Currency Exchange". A lizard person with a skull cap and robes was looking at them attentively, "Pleasse come in". He led them into a sealed room. The gravsled followed.

They were going to exchange Time Credits for Galactic Credits. There was a 10% off the top fee. Large amounts of credits changed hands in the privacy of the booth. The lizards suggested a body guard for when they left as part of his fee. Four tall lizards surrounded Marcus and Sarge. The lizard, "They are bonded and will follow every word at your command." The lizard, "Show the merchants in this bazaar this card and your purchases will be delivered. No need to carry anything."

They were ready to go shopping in the bazaar. They looked at the display cases. Phasers, disruptors, knives, guns, and every imaginable implement and weapon were available. They systematically purchased one of each item and asked for manuals for a variety of weapons. Some of the weapons they loaded into the gravsled. The others would be delivered. Then in one corner, they saw a section for ship weapons...

In the traditions of such things, and a curiosity in the laws of the universe, progressively larger ships appeared to be showing up - in this case, it was no exception.

An enormous eight-hundred metre Rutherford battleship materialised in the system, its weapon systems showing up obviously offline. After requesting permission to dock and recieving the rules, the ship docked with an external bay. It certainly wouldn't do to have the missile stocks explode, so a likely junior officer was dispatched. Explosives were disallowed, and so were incinedaries, presumably, so a full raid would be difficult at best.

In hindsight, Lieutenant Geral Izadi was an obvious choice - the enthusiatic young officer posessed both a sharp wit and some measure of marksmanship. Not quite so much as your properly trained ground combatant, but enough to defend himself from the average thug.

Besides, there were Powersuits for that.

Geral was conspicuous in the crown, standing out amongst the less savoury residents of the station with his impeccable bright blue shirt and cap. While any other person foolish enough to dress in such a way was asking for trouble, more observant residents picked up on the symbols embossed into his shirt and on his right breast.

He headed down to the bazaar, looking out for likely candidates for the techs back home to tinker with, as well as watching the effectiveness of the local security forces - they seemed to be more armed ruffians than actual peacekeepers.

the ship docked i want five of the adptus witbh me saod the captian hell bolters and chian swords the ship docked the captaina small guy of 6 foot desembarked 5 space marines desembarked too ok guys you know the drill no shhoting unless some one shoots at you he walked in to a bar his gaurd with him he said barkeep i need a massive qaunty of food good water and some peacekeeper hardware any idea where i can aqure such items

The 1st Mate, whose name was Jenson, lead his two sailers to the giant bar. They entered and stopped to take in the sight. "Looks like the Blackbeard, back at Tultuga," said one sailor. "But much bigger," said the other. "You two, go and find information about Bradley," ordered Jenson. Then he walked up to the bar and took an empty seat next to a blond-haired woman that had a small group of empty glasses in front of her. "Barkeep!" he yelled. The four-armed bartender came over, "Eh? You say something?" he asked. "Give me a local beer," Jensen said. "Eh?" replied the bartended. "A BEER!" shouted Jenson. The bartender moved away to get the drink. Moments later, he placed a bottle in front of Jensen. "Payment?" he asked. "Here" Jensen tossed a pair of gold coins onto the bar. "And another drink for the lady," he said pointing to Celesta...

The good lieutenant soon managed to find himself a stall vending New Oxford weaponry, and had anybody recognised the insignia on his shirt, the following confrontation would have been entirely predictable.

---

Geral, inwardly fuming at this affront to his people, silently put his hand on his service sidearm and approached the offending vendor. A silent call was put out to his ship - the powersuits would be here soon.

"This is all New Oxford equipment."

The vendor glowered at the arrogance of this person standing before him.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"

"Your entire stock is to be confiscated, effective immediately."

The lizardlike creature grabbed what appeared to be a rifle from the stand and began to raise it. He then noticed that the insignia on the rifle matched the designs embossed on the man's shirt.

Oh Sh-

A bright blue flash was seen and the offending dealer slumped against the wall with a sizeable hole where his forehead used to be.

He turned around, and much of the bazaar had wheeled about at the sound of the gunfire.

"This is official business. Keep a five metre perimeter or you will be shot."

An insectlike creature walked forward defiantly and his neck splattered all over the people behind him.

The Caribbean System;11865619']~SNIP~

OOC: Fancy meeting you here.

IC: Id walked up to the bar, near, but not next to Jenson and Celestia.

"Ale." Id said, while pointing at the Ale tap.

"Eh? what did you say?" The bartender asked.

Id took a piece of paper and pencil and wrote down the word Ale, and showed it to the bartender.

The bartender, not to be outdone, wrote down the word payment, and ended it with a Question Mark.

Id smiled. He reached deep inside his Leather Jacket, and removed enough Gold to pay for an entire Barrel of fine Ale.

"Yeah keep it up wise guy." The bartender sneered. He gave Id a Tankerd of fine ale, and took all the money.

"I'll keep it comin until this runs out." The bartender said. He walked off and said something indecent under his breath.

Sarge watched the pistol discharge. It really wasn't his business. He thought "Impressive maybe I should buy some of that equipment." The cigar in his mouth let out a stream of smoke. Speaking into the implanted bone phone which had never been removed after his military service, "Captain Cruonis, We may need an extraction soon."

He tapped Marcus signalling for him to not reach for his gun. They quietly moved through a thicker part of the crowd. Their gravsled was filled with weapons. It followed them toward the exit to the bazaar into the food courts. He waved the bodyguards forward.

one of the battle brothers growled give me blood wine now bar keep or thy will find thy head seperated from thy body by my chainsword

Eight raslaks and a fellip nectar later and Celesta had successfully managed to enter 'jolly' mode. Whenever she turned her head or moved her eyes, it took the rest of the world several microts to catch up, and it often overcompensated or worse, started spinning around and around. She found herself laughing at the most benign things, such as an unusual smear on one of the empty glasses that sat on the bar before her. Her hair came loose and fell across her face, which she also found amusing. It was at this point that she started to forget the things that had happened over the years, and the world seemed a little better.

Unfortunately she had also lost her source of drinks. He'd gotten irritated at the lack of recreation, and had apparently realised that she was bleeding him for brandar tiles. The fellow managed to slip away during one of her giggling fits, and she hadn't even realised he was gone for at least an arn.

The sound of coins hitting the bar surface next to her attracted her attention, and the offer of a drink was certainly not going to go unaccepted.

"Fellip nectar!" she called to the bartender, who begrudgingly complied. She glanced at her benefactor, unable to make out any distinct details, and laughed, giving him a hearty slap on the back and a grin. "I like you... drinks for the thank!" And with that, she downed another fellip nectar and popped the glass back down to the bar. "So what's yer... y'know... name! Yeah, that... I'm Celistaca... *hic* I mean Celestaca... I mean *hic* Celesta... yeah..."

************

Raelek turned his bulky head to one side as he heard something down the corridor... a clang, echoing down the narrow passageways, which was perhaps a footstep on the metal flooring. Presumably, this was the contact which the Charrid had put him in touch with, though nobody showed themselves.

Another clang reverberated around the corridor, this time from the opposite side. He turned quickly, but again there was no-one. He started wondering if perhaps a DRD or something was moving around nearby.

"Raelek I presume," a gruff voice came from behind him. He turned, and was somewhat taken aback at what he saw. "We have been waiting for a long time to meet you again, Raelek."

"Indeed," another voice said, from the other side of the corridor. "Nobody can evade the Scarran Imperial Guard indefinitely."

Raelek growled. He started to wish he'd brought a weapon after all.

************

"Ah come on, it's not just the most versatile weapon in the galaxy, but it looks pretty damn good as well!" Jaben called after his potential buyer, who had suddenly lost all interest when Jaben had refused to explain how he came about his cargo.

"Well, your loss," Jaben said, holstering his pulse pistol and looking around. He stood near a weapon dealer, who had already explained to him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't interested in Jaben's supplies. So perhaps standing next to a weapons dealer wasn't helping his case. Opposite was one of the more bizarre merchants on this section of the massive promenade - he sold exotic animals, from all corners of the galaxy. Few were taking an interest in his wares but he shouted about them all the same.

He made his way further down the promenade, glancing back as the weapons dealer was killed by somebody he couldn't quite see through the crowd.

"Heh," he grunted. "Don't suppose anyone will miss him..."

************

"Sword?" the NPC barkeeper grunted at the obnoxious Sephrioth making demands. "Heh, good luck with that. Think I work in this drenhole without some precautions? Think again. I got twenty ceiling-mounted pulse turrets aimed at yer head, not t' mention a few armed DRDs. If you want bloodwine, you show me some currency. You don't make threats."

He shrugged with all four of his arms, which now held a pulse pistol each. Sure enough, almost two dozen weapons turrets could be seen on the roof surrounding the bar area, and several small maintenance droids armed with pulse weapons trundled towards them.

"And do I look like a chef to you?" he grunted. "You want food and supplies like that, you go find a merchant on the promenade. All I got is that bowl of foodcubes on the end of the bar, and I wouldn't eat those if I were you - I can't even remember when I put them out. As for PK weapons, go find a Peacekeeper and ask 'em. I got all I need right here..."

a battle brother walked over to jaben how much for this stuff he said

he stood in black power armour of his chapter

Raelak's predicament was somewhat abated by the sudden arrival of four Powersuits toting what seemed to be miniaturised vulcan cannons, followed by around twenty crewmen garbed in blue and a further squad of Powersuits. They, of course, had no quarrel with either party and were simply running to the promenade in response to Geral's report of stolen New Oxford weaponry.

The noisy convoy provided some semblance of a distraction, and a number of sticky predicaments were escaped from that day.

---

The loud approach of the convoys caused some to flee, wisely enough. Sarge was lucky to leave when he did, as the promenade was cordoned off by the powersuits (two to an exit).

A squad of powersuits followed by a number of crewmen systematically went to each stall and raided it for stolen New Oxford firearms and equipment (they simply didn't give a damn about anything else). A checkpoint was set up at one of the exits and the people in the promenade were searched for New Oxford equipment and relieved of them.

A fairly constant stream of crew, marines and packing crates moved to and from the promenade, removing confiscated equipment and uncooperative dealers being taken to the ship at gunpoint. There were few instances of actual gunfire, many not willing to risk the vulcan cannons.

Of course, such an overt act obviously attracted the attention of the CPA, not used to having another group asserting authority like this.

---

In the meantime, our friend the Lieutenant excused himself and headed down to the bar, where he noticed an unlikely group of offworld patrons - a powersuit, a crewman and a strange fellow garbed entirely in black. He suppressed the urge to make a joke and sat down at the bar, waiting for the barkeep.

urh he siad would imperial meterias do i have 2 milion of em
battle brother simpson captain draggon snarled you are not to remove the xenos head

Sarge walked into the food court, it was fairly busy. He figured he needed a place to relax and examine his purchases. There were restaurants all over the place.

There was a large restaurant at the back of the food court. The Golden Phoenix, Earth and Centauri food our specialty. Various humanoids milled around in front of place. A man was playing the Centauri Electronic Harmonic Harp.

Beyond

The rim of the star-light

My love

Is wand'ring in star-flight

I know

He'll find in star-clustered reaches

Love,

Strange love a star woman teaches.

I know

His journey ends never

His star trek

Will go on forever.

But tell him

While he wanders his starry sea

Remember, remember me.

Sarge walked forward. He looked at the place. There were private rooms. They said call in advance. He went to the reservation desk.

The tall thin human said, "Sorry we don't have regular tables right now." Sarge put down 3000 credits, we need a private room, we are not to be disturbed for any reason. Noise blockers and access to the exit would be preferred."

The waiter smiled, "Yes sir, right away sir, follow me this way. He led them to the back room behind a large steel reinforced door. Waiters began coming in with various steaming trays of delicacies which one would you like. Marcus and the lizards pointed at various dumplings, plates of steaming vegetables, noodles, and other delicacies." They ate their fill and then had tea and dessert.

After the waiters were gone, Sarge left a 500 credit tip. Then he asked to be left alone. He went through the arms in the gravsled. Some were definitely New Oxford Weaponry. He would need to send these separate delivery.

He bonephoned Captain Cruonis, "The bazaar is under lock down. We need to have our men brought back in. Send out a general call to return to the ship. Also, I have a special delivery, that needs to not be intercepted. Call a courier service for a package pickup at the Golden Phoenix."

Where could you run with a stolen warship? Narlo asked himself that question, as a brief on the station popped up on his screen. He smiled. The warship he commanded was one stolen from a graveyard - a place where many ships had died.

He hadn't thought it had been claimed. Unfortunately, he had been wrong. Weird, silver sphere-like ships were after him - he'd lost them, but he needed a mercenary crew. The ship itself was a battlecruiser - the Etanoai.

He wanted mercenaries, and he wanted resources. And he had enough to sell. Fifteen servitor-bots would provide adequate guardians for his enterprise, and his credit limit was.. massive. He guided the ship slowly towards the station, and prepared to dock...

At this stage, marines and crew members were milling about the station fairly regularly, intercepting what packages they could can inspecting them for what they now referred to only as 'contraband', nominally to prevent news travelling, but moreso just to keep from having to say 'New Oxford Weaponry and Equipment' several hundred times.

Any courier would need to be both trustworthy and exceptional at dealing with crowds. It had already disseminated that the powersuits were capable of active X-Ray scan, but fortunately the battlecruiser's entire contingent was preoccupied with keeping the bazaar in lockdown.

OOC: In other words, a good opportunity for a 'careful stealth' post.

Within a few minutes, he had servitor-bots controlling a stand down in the bazaar. Four of them, well-armed, and prepared to take down anyone preparing to attack them, as well as a small hologram of himself, speaking to anyone who wished to sell. A small holo-sign adorned his new stand, under which hundreds of deadly weapons were stored.

Crew Wanted - Weapons Sold - Other Arrangements

A small turret under the stand allowed him to control it, preparing to mow down anyone who tried to steal his wares. He waited, and, in the warship outside, he nudged it slightly away from the dock. He'd prefer not to be a sitting duck, if anyone decided to steal from him, or even try to commandeer his warship.

Laser guns, plasma rifles, gravitic distorters.. he had enough weaponry to fuel an army. And he was going to need it; if he wanted to hire mercenaries to kit out his new ship...

Captain Cruonis new he had to do something tricky. He had contacts through his salvage company with a company that handled lead lined boxes of radioactives and chemical and biologicals. He hoped they were listed in the directory.

Cruonis rang the company, "Hello, this is a Cruonis, I have a special request, we have previously done salvage business with you Our account number is 09095634-COMM006 . Your company is registered in the Commonalitarianism. I am willing to pay extra to have a package of "waste" picked up and delivered. Please let me speak to the manager."

The secretary droid, "Right away sir, your account has special access."

Manager Mycroft, a mushroom man, "Hello, how may I help you?"

Cruonis, "We have a special package to deliver, it is especially hazardous waste and must be handled with care. We already have it in a sealed secure lead and boralite container. We wish it to be double sealed and delivered to the Commonalitarianism shuttle at the dock. Please send a man over. This must be handled discreetly. We are currently at the Golden Phoenix Restaurant."

Manager Mycroft, "Ah, I understand sir, we will have a wookie sent over in a van to pick up the cargo. His name will be Hurrurrugga." He will be there shortly.

Cruonis to Sarge, "A gentleman named Hurrurrugga will arrive at the restaurant from the Marianis waste management company. Tell the wait staff to send him up to your area of the restaurant."

Sarge handing the waiter a 100 credit tip, "A gentleman named Hurrurrugga will arrive here shortly in coveralls. Send him up here. Do not send anyone else up."

Shortly a Wookie comes up the steps carrying a large black box entering the restaurant. He is escorted to the back of the restaurant where he picks up the weapons container and puts it in the black box."

He carries it back to the waiting hover van. Then pulls away, a sign on the van lights up. Hazardous waste containment, Marianis Industries. There are other container with lead lined boxes and special containment fields.

The Hero class battleship "Glowing Ember" Exited the Warp with a blinding flash. Firing its Ether drive the ship headed towards the station. The had heard the rumors from free traders and scum, a freeport with undefeatable power that allowed almost anything to go on with in it, as long as it didn't threated to damage the station its self. Farsight had soon see the benfits of placing a section of this station under the enclave's control, especially after meeting the remains of the Time Lords. The "Glowing Ember" had been dispatched with a full complament to facilitate the creation of an Enclave sector with in the station.

O'Kais'Shi stared at her view screen, watching the debris surrounding the station spin slowly. She knew that the Air caste pilots would have trouble manuvering the six kilometre long battleship towards the stations exterior docking ports."Preper the Contingent for the operation, and make sure that all battlesuit wepon configurations comply with the rules."Shi said as she read the list of rules that had been transmitted while they had been moving it to dock with the station."Farsight will not tolorate failure, as it is imperative that we set up a stable area for the Time Lord refugee's, all those who fail to comply will be taken before him to explain them selves, unless the station gets you first!"

OOC:Hope you don't mind me setting up a small enclave on the station, I fits in with some stuff I'm doing. Also, can you tell me if missle launchers would violate the rules. Finaly, the enclave will be policed and at some times locked down by fire warriors, unless thats a problem.

the battle brother tapped jaben on the shoulder you sebacen he grunted i need some heavy peacekepper weapons


barkeep the battle brother snarled where the friel is my blood wine

[OOC: I thought the bazaar/promenade was in lockdown...? There's really no getting in for the time being]

The waste transport was intercepted by a marine, given the current high alert raid status.

"Excuse me sir, we're just going to have to make a check on your cargo for contraband. Routine, you understand. Please stop your vehicle until the search is complete."

Activating his shielding, the marine stepped into the back of the van.

The marine opened a few of the lead lined boxes before closing the van back up again, deactivating the shield.

"Looks like everything's in order. I'll escort you there so there's no further hold-ups."

The marine climbed into the cabin and expedited the journey, waving off other marines and crewmembers who noticed the hovervan.

---

The man with the servitor-bots was turned away at the promenade's entrance by the powersuits.

"Sorry sir, the promenade is currently under lockdown. A message will be posted on the viewscreens when the raid is concluded."

Id was in thought, looking at the lockdown status of the bazaar/promenade.

Heh, it seems the current guard is incapable of dealing with cutthroats and thieves. They call themselves a Faction, but they are a weak Faction. With a little strength, a little training, a little leadership, I could form an army and rule. An army to spread destruction, a army to rule by strength and strength alone. An army of Mercenaries, thieves, Barbarians and murderers, and rule like The Huns.

It was with this thought, that the Elru Faction was created. Id turned to the Barkeep.

"Give the rest of the barrel away." he said.

He walked off to stalk the station, and scout only those he felt was strong.

Hurrurrugga, "Arr, gurnk, gronk, roonk." -- in universal translator, "Thank you officer, you make me feel safe." The Wookie slowly and safely drives the transport to the ship where it will be offloaded for transport. There are several men waiting for him at the shuttle. Three of them are wearing maintenance coveralls, gloves and hazmat suits. The wookie starts unloading the containers into the ship. There are several recycling and hazmat bins from the salvage ships aboard the shuttle.

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Outside the Commonii ships have been systematically stripping the graveyard of ships. Numerous ships have been turned into barren skeletons. You can see that they are converting one of the skeletons into a kind of floating base.

The marine nodded, and noticing nothing suspicious, walked off to return to his patrols, none the wiser about the hidden contents of the containers.

---

The raid was now beginning to wind up, the entire station now almost completely stripped of the stolen weaponry. Recently vacated promenade stands were efficiently sealed off with containment fields and stamped with the New Oxford flag.

True to their word, a message was placed on the viewscreens that 'The lockdown has been lifted. Access to the Promenade is now unrestricted.'

Besides, the holds were getting full.

---

The Lieutenant and a number of marines remained, assigned to the station to keep tabs on the most likely locale for a permanent presence and to deal with the CPA if they caused any trouble.

The battleship undocked and departed the station, the promenade's greatly thinned vendor population slowly returning, as were their customers. Many took the fact that the vacated stalls were sealed off by containment fields to be a bad sign of permanent residence.

The CPA would soon find it had unwanted competition on its hands.

---

A smallish Kirchoff transport materialised in the system, carrying the far larger ground complement for the establishment of a New Oxford presence on the station - such a large cache of stolen supplies circulating was not to be permitted again.

As the "Glowing Ember" Docked with the station a number of Manta misstle destroyers and Orca drop ships departed from its bays, each heading to the many smaller landing ports of the station. The 200 Tau fire warriors as well as the 100 battlesuits that ship had carried were soon spread out across the station, allowing for quick deployment of all troops onto the station. Large areas of the habitation moduales were qucikly payed for and secured by teams of fire warriors while the battlesuits headed to the Promanade to secure a large section of Fio caste stalls. All personal within the area designated as Enclave terratory were quickly and efficiently removed, and those who refused ended up with a neat hole punched through there heads or chests. With in the area now known as the Farsight enclave sector (FES from hence forth) all stalls were dismantled and removed. All those surrounded with containment feild had the feild removed before being moved, though the feild was reengaged once the stall was outside of the FES. The only one's who were not forced to evacuate were the battle brothers of the Space marines, who were deemed respected rivals and clients, they were left to continue there business. Within an hour a prefab wall had been erected in front of the FES and two XV8 battlesuits were standing guard in front of the only entrace and exit, ready to scan those who entered and exited. A message was quickly placed on the monitor system, explaining what had happened and urging all those looking for goods to come to the sector for there shopping convinience. Inside the sector had been changed from a run down hallway into a Fio caste shopping centre, the walls had been painted white with the symbol of commander Farsight at intervuls. Proper air filtration systems had been set up and compared to the rest of the promonated it looked like a clean room enviroment. Several drones were partoling the centre's enterior, ether maintanance drones doing there rounds, helping the Fio caste, or gun drones, acting as internal security.

And so it was that the Farsight enclave faction was established on the station, acting as an effective security force for the terratory that they had claimed, and payed for, as there own.

OOC: If you want Hakurabi we could act a rival faction, though only on the station, I don't want my actions on the station to cause an all out war, it is a free port after all.
Also, if the station is sentiant then would it be possible to strike up a conversation with it?

urh he siad would imperial meterias do i have 2 milion of em
battle brother simpson captain draggon snarled you are not to remove the xenos head

"Ah," the bartender said, dropping his pulse pistols and pulling out a metal tankard. "If you have currency, then you have drink. Here." He plonked the goblet full of red liquid on the bar.

************

Celesta glanced at the unusual red-eyed and red-haired man, just vaguely able to make out any details, as he wandered away. The concept of free ale was not one she was unfamiliar with, and it certainly wasn't something that she regularly passed up. Before anybody else could lay claim to it, she slumped across the bar and called to the bartender,

"I'll make sure it doesn't waste to go!" she slurred. The bartender rolled his eyes, but all the same poured her another drink. He didn't care how drunk his patrons got, after all. He wasn't about to stamp on a tradition. The full glass was plonked down in front of her, and she clumsily snatched it from the bar and started gulping away, spilling a good deal of it on herself in the process.

************

Raelek and his two 'friends' quickly moved to the side of the corridor as several powered suits and various people ran past them, apparently in the direction of the promenade. While the group was passing them by Raelek took advantage of the opportunity that had been presented to him and thrust the palm of his large hand into the side of one of the Scarrans' heads. The force of the unexpected impact sent the Scarran guard sideways, into a pile of junk. Simultaneously, Raelek lifted one of his bulky legs behind him and implanted his heel firmly into the chest of the second Scarran, hard enough to cause an unpleasant cracking sound and to knock his head hard against the metal bulkhead. He slumped to the ground, unconscious and with a viscous dark-red liquid flowing from the back of his skull.

The first Scarran tumbled out of the pile of rubbish and got to his feet, growling at Raelek.

"You have been fortunate, traitor," he spat. "Next time you will not be so lucky." He snarled and turned around, stomping away down the corridor.

Raelek cocked his head, grunting in disapproval as he watched his countryman leave. Coward. Once he was gone, the renegade Scarran slowly dropped to his knees and gripped the Imperial uniform of the unconscious guard, and dug his claws into the various pockets. He pulled out a mid-sized leather satchel and took a look inside.

"Ahh..." he grumbled. "Crystherium... how fortunate..."

The satchel was hooked onto Raelek's rather minimal clothing and he rose to his full, impressive height once again. When he was sure that he was indeed alone, he made his way back to the promenade in search of his travelling companions.

************

the battle brother tapped jaben on the shoulder you sebacen he grunted i need some heavy peacekepper weapons

Jaben turned around, having been watching some of the commotion going on further down the promenade. He looked at the battle brother for a few microts and then smiled, just like a car salesman.

"Well sir, you've come to the right guy," Jaben said wit ha smile and a wink. "I've got pulse pistols. 500 rounds per mag, laser sights, good range and accuracy, superbly reliable. Twenty crates of the things, for 262,500 currency pledges per crate.

"I've got Peacekeeper pulse rifles, semi-automatic, 1,500 rounds per magazine, unbelievable range with great accuracy and a scope to boot - you'll even pierce Scarran hide with enough shots from this thing, and I've got eleven crates of the babies for 225,000 currency pledges per crate.

"If that isn't powerful enough for you, I've got two crates of frag rifles too - 225,000 currency pledges per crate. They don't fire as fast as pulse rifles and you'll reload a hell of a lot more often, but not only will these things penetrate Scarran hide but you'll be able to shoot down frelling Marauders with them!

"And I've got a special something, a single Peacekeeper pulse burster. Now you only get 150 rounds per magazine, and you'll get through them quickly - because it's got eight frelling barrels, and they all fire at the same time. The only hand-held firearm that'll penetrate the hull of a capital ship, my friend, and you can have this one for 10,000 currency pledges!"

"Oh, and if you need ammo for all that, I've got thirty canisters of chakan oil, for 300 pledges per canister. Enough to fuel a small army!"

He handed the battle brother a pad with their cargo manifest on it, so that he could look over the info for himself.

"Oh, and if you don't ask me where I got it all from, I won't ask you what you plan on doing with it all," he added, winking. "And I'll accept universal credits too, if you don't have any Peacekeeper currency on ya. Though if somebody offers me more money, I'll be more inclined to take theirs instead of yours, if you get my drift. And the canisters of chakan oil will need to be transferred externally, what with the restriction on explosives. So whatdya think? Interested?"

************

OOC:Hope you don't mind me setting up a small enclave on the station, I fits in with some stuff I'm doing. Also, can you tell me if missle launchers would violate the rules. Finaly, the enclave will be policed and at some times locked down by fire warriors, unless thats a problem.

[OOC: No, that's great. And you can take missile launchers onto the station without any problem, but the missiles themselves, assuming they are of the explosive variety, would not be permitted. And as the promenade runs pretty much across the whole of the station's width, an enclave here and there won't exactly deprive anybody of any space. :-)]

Also, if the station is sentiant then would it be possible to strike up a conversation with it?

[OOC: Well the key word there is 'sentient' - you can only speak to it, if it wants to speak to you. It won't be like something off of Star Trek either, where you can just summon it at a whim by talking into the air. You'd have to find a computer console that it takes any notice of, which won't include advertising or booking computers which it doesn't pay much attention to (I don't know about you, but I'd go mad if I had to read thousands of advertisements every day!).]

O'Kais'Shi walked around the station, watching as her Fire warriors set about converting the living quaters that they had purchased from the station from there current state into dwellings suitable for Shas caste members. Streaching she decided that everything was going on fine and didn't need her supervision so she headed out towards the promanade for a drink.

As Shi entered the bar she noted the stares that she got, since she was still in her XV22 battlesuit. With a smirk she went up to the bar, close to an odd red haired male, an rather drunk female and a member of the space marines. Staring down at the bartender she said "Barkeep, the stongest thing you have please, and make sure its in a large glass." handing over a small chip containing her credit balance.

Sarge and Marcus were a bit tired. They called to Captain Cruonis, we have a contact for heavy weapons listed at the bazaar, it was booth 423. We aren't qualified but you could call them.

Sarge and Marcus went back to the dock with the remainder of the weapons for shipment. They tipped the bodyguards an extra 100 credits each and then they left.

Afterwards Sarge and Marcus went to get some relaxation at Madame Zoids Droid Pleasure Palace. They each took a long bath, got a "massage", and took some time to relax and watch some zero g combat football.

They headed over to the bars to get a drink. Both looked a bit "relaxed." They had left the gravsled and the floating war droids back at the ship.

An interesting bar with a large screen holograph with zero g combat ball on it. Then they sat down at the bar. Sarge tossed a couple credits on the bar ordering a strong dark ale, and Marcus ordered some Caf-- a supercaffeinated drink and lit a Dokes cigarette which gave a sweet cloying clove like scent from an alien herb grown on "Paradise".

ill take the lot 4 bilion curenacy pledges the battle brother girned got a war going on bolters aint much use


in the bar the battle brother fliped 20 metreias to the barkeep sory bout that man i missed this stuff he said as he knocked it back

got any barels of the stuff ill buy 1 the space marine glared bloody tau he snarled what is it with you yau every where the adaptus is you xeno scum are feel lucky im in the mood to get drunk not kill a tau their 3 other sms with me and captain dragoon

the captain said most noble tau care to join us for astien of bloodwine

OOC: If anyone wishes to have a Character, Player Controlled, or non-Player Controlled become a part of Id's Faction to rule the station through strength, killing opposition, then go ahead and create one or two. I just don't want to create an entire NPC faction. You just have to get Id's attention somehow, someway, and prove to him that your strong enough to be in his faction.

IC: Id continued to walk the station. He visited the Bazaars, and noticed two new shops set up. He stepped into the FES to view their Wares.

The Fio caste sales clark looked suspiciously at Id. He didn't trust humans at the best of times and this one seemed to give of some kind of evil vibe. Quicky he sent a message through his hardwired drone controler to two of the gun drones patroling the sector to acompany him. With a sigh he walked over to the red haired male and asked in as kind a voice he could muster under the cercumstances "Good afternoon sir, how may I assist you?"

Mean while, in the bar Shi stared at the space marine before answering in perfect high gothic "No thank you, though I apreciate the offer. The last time I had blood wine I ended up in a drinking challange, which of course i could not win due to your genetic enhancments, and ended up having a rather large hangover, which i don't have time for as I have a contingent to manage. However, maybe someother time." Shi said before drinking her glass and walking out of the bar.

well let us toast our empires no drinking challenrge he poored a large srien of blood einr from his personal suply and a small glass to the god emepeor and the ethreals said captian dragoon dude said one of the battle brothers shore leave rocks lets follow the tau segeusted the drunkest one the other two battle brothers stalked

ooc no coment on the battle brothers disgusted remarks about a tau

The Fio caste sales clark looked suspiciously at Id. He didn't trust humans at the best of times and this one seemed to give of some kind of evil vibe. Quicky he sent a message through his hardwired drone controler to two of the gun drones patroling the sector to acompany him. With a sigh he walked over to the red haired male and asked in as kind a voice he could muster under the cercumstances "Good afternoon sir, how may I assist you?"

Mean while, in the bar Shi stared at the space marine before answering in perfect high gothic "No thank you, though I apreciate the offer. The last time I had blood wine I ended up in a drinking challange, which of course i could not win due to your genetic enhancments, and ended up having a rather large hangover, which i don't have time for as I have a contingent to manage. However, maybe someother time." Shi said before drinking her glass and walking out of the bar.

"A Hydromechanic Joint in the knee of my Gear busted while flying out here. I need a strong pipe to repair it. You wouldn't happen have one made of Tritanium, would you? Also, I was thinking of upgrading the relitivly few Phasers in it, as well as reupholstering my seat in the cockpit. Maybe something Black, with a bit of red in it. Finally, outer frame has gotten beat up beyond repair. It would cost more to repair it, than it would to fix it. So I need the Materials to create a New one. What have you got in the way of Metals, I need strong material. My main offense is to physicly attack with my Gear at high speeds, thus I need a Metal that can take a pounding as well as give one too." Id said.

The red aura around him Flickered off.

one of the two adptus staleked over to id and said in high gothic you verus me un armed combat he cracked his power armoured gauntlets

meen while the other battle broter folowed the tau.

one of the two adptus staleked over to id and said in high gothic you verus me un armed combat he cracked his power armoured gauntlets

meen while the other battle broter folowed the tau.

"Under two conditions. One, you allow me time to rest, and regain my strength and energy., and two, not here in the Bazaars. Go to Dock 99. It has my Gear. Meet me there for the Fight location, in the Graveyard." Id said.

beer knuckle fine you let me get my orbital framr ftom my ships hold
he glared at the tau clerk

"This is the "Havens Glory 2" hyperspace prototype to unknown space station, we have drifted of course and do not know were we are, however, we require materials to recharge out FTL drive and so are requesting permission to land." said Captain Sakura. Within minutes the station replyed in its usual manner, sending a copy of the rules to the ship. The "Havens Glory 2" slowly docked with the station as the crew each read the rules. As the airlock cycled each member of the crew felt fear and exitment as they became the first of there specice to enter the station.

beer knuckle fine you let me get my orbital framr ftom my ships hold
he glared at the tau clerk

OOC: What's that?

OOC: What's that?
an orbital frame is like a gear but powerfuler

an orbital frame is like a gear but powerfuler

OOC: I see. Id's Gear is special. Its not like other Gears. Besides, the fight isn't with Gears, its person to person, inside a dead ship, in the Junkyard.

IC:
"You can get it if you wish, but we won't be using gears in the fight. It will just be us, a gear is a weapon after all." Id said.

yeah im a space marine you know

he then said tau how much for a tau pulse carbine

The clark turned to the marine with a scowl "Imperium personal are not allowed to purchase our technolgy due to your attempt to exterminate our specice, we will however allow you to purchase food supplys" Then turning to Id said "If you will follow this gun drone it will lead you to our molecular foundary which we have just set up. From there you can order the materials you require from your ship."

Shi headed towards the Enclave entrance, she had no time to deal with the marine's following her and so simply engaged her stealth feild, disappearing right in front of there eye's. With a laugth she turned off down a side alley and was lost to the marines.

he said i need 4000 tones of food and water and are you tau any good at repairng bolters i know tau make good target pratice he said he placed his brolken hellfore bolter on the counter im no damn tech marine damn thing wont fire

use your brain tau where thier one battle brother thiers always more

The clark turned to the marine with a scowl "Imperium personal are not allowed to purchase our technolgy due to your attempt to exterminate our specice, we will however allow you to purchase food supplys" Then turning to Id said "If you will follow this gun drone it will lead you to our molecular foundary which we have just set up. From there you can order the materials you require from your ship."


Id followed the Drone.

"Well done every crew member," said Captain Sakura to her crew. "We have had a successful flight, but...we need to fix the Hyper space engine. Now listen: what you will see on this space staition may shock you," the captain told her crew, "but remember why we are here; to find new areas and to show everyone THE GLORY OF QUEEN HAVEN!" Sakura said,there were many cheers that filled the air lock.

The Fio caste clerk stared at the marine before answering "Out technitions can repair your bolter, however, if I remember correctly your goverment believe any "Xeno" interferance as heresy and i would hate to see you burned as a heratic. As for food and water we will have the required amount when the next "Merchant" class vessel arrives in the system tommorow. until then I'm sorry for any inconveniences. Now, do you realy want us to fix your bolter?"

true but i am an adptus asgeined to the inqastion so i cant be touched
fix the damned thing be fore i decide to use you for chainsword practice im a death watch member fool

he picked the cerck up by his throat veryy anoyed at the tau now we can do things the easy way or messy way your choice tau
he growled pulse carbines where do you keep em puling a las pistol and pressing it to the taus head five seconds tau

With in seconds the marine was surrounded by gun drones and Shas'El in battlesuits. "You will put down the Fio caste member and leave the premersis before we end your life marine scum" said the Vox caster of the lead crisis suit. "And we will be expecting compensation from your commanding officer" he added.

fire warrior scum not until i get what i was sent for and he fixes my bolter he taped his shoulder coms battle brothers come end coms see the ship out side more adaptus are on baord 12 kill teams 200 batle brothers desmebarked and head towards the shop
ill put him down the adptus said if he give me a pulse carbine and fixes my bolter

"I would not advise a battle here marine, especialy as we out number your forces by 100 troops. Now we will fix your bolter but only if you release our friend, as for pulse carbines, we cannot sell weapons to enemys of the state, just as you would not sell bolters to Tau we can't sell pulse weapons to Imperium members." Said the battlesuit team commander as he stared down at the marine.

OOC: I didn't mean to start a firefight, but you have to understand why I'm dinying you weapons. Also, the Imperium has worked with the Farsight enclave mercenarys on several occations and they are not considered as enemys. So, truce for now? Since i haven't been overly aggresive to you.

he glared so be it he droped the tau but as he droped him he muttered something in the taus ear you got luck yxeno were i a ultra marine you would be dead now.

the way i see it its a stand of a tau is no match for a battle hardened batle brother
no harm no foul what about my order xenos wiuld you deny civilians food we were sent by the god emepoer to aquire felife for sephrion prim.

ooc yeah i know but hey have an order from the adptus machinus

The clerk took his time catching his breath before answering. "As I said, we will gladly supply you with food and even medical supplys fo your people once the "Merchant" class vessel we are waiting for arrives. As for your bolter I will get a service drone to fix the broken parts, as we have "aquired" the design data. If you will come back tommorow we will hopefully have completed the repairs and aquired the supplys for you." Then bowing sightly, as he knew this would please the marine, he said "The commander will now show you out sir, good day"

he threw a bag of imperiel metrias at the tau take this most noble tau as weregild for my temper tantrem. meaning you killed a battle brother and took his bolter i like you guys you have big brass ones . tau nice battle suit he said

battle brothers let go get drunk after all shore leave happens rarely lets ask the station if we can set a small base up here station the battle brother shouted we want space for an imprial arms store

ooc the bag has 1milion metrias in it

ooc 205 space marines on the station now

[OOC: As a frame of reference, the New Oxford Powersuits resemble X-Com Powersuits.]

Materiel and personnel shifted from the transport to the various seized stalls, as well as a number of empty premises that had been flagged down earlier by the marines left. A number of businesses were also purchased, including two entire apartment complexes.

By the end of the day, the promenade now featured a number of security posts and a variety of other services - heavily guarded, of course. A barracks and holding cell complex was established in the two purchased apartment blocks, as well as a hanger permanently secured for regular transports.

A sizeable chunk of the promenade appeared to have become a spaceport, replete with customs checkpoints, medical facilities and warehouses.

Marines and the heavily armoured powersuits marched about the station, direct competitors to the CPA - not only stopping violence outbreaks, but also running organised patrols and making arrests.

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Geral hailed the bartender with the universal clink of money. "I believe the young lady has had quite enough alcohol for the time being. I am prepared to pay ten Brandar Tiles if you cut off her supply of alcohol and administer her a soberant."

The tiles clattered onto the counter, to show he had the money to request such a thing.

Sarge and Marcus finished at the bar. They had watched the Reds versus the Vulcanites. The Vulcanites had won the game. They called it a night finding a small secure hotel to sleep in with individual secure sleeping pods.

The next day, they went back to the Marianis Syndicate complex. Mycroft was waiting for them.

Marcus, "We liked the material you sent us. We would like you to send more garbage to us. As in real garbage. It had some interesting chemical elements in the garbage."

Mycroft, "That can be arranged. There will of course be a small fee for the shipment."

Marcus, "We need as much of it as we can get, we are building a recycling factory and administrative center in the junkyard. We would like an exclusive contract for as much of the garbage on the station as you can send us."

Sarge sat quietly, this was Marcus's area.

Mycroft, "You realize it isn't safe to collect salvage material and garbage in many areas of the station."

Marcus, "So send in cheap disposable collector bots. Where too many disappear stop sending them. We'll pay for them."

Mycroft, "Alright we can arrange for this."

Mycroft shows Marcus what looks like an armored pillbug on tracks with a collection basket. There is a label on the side Marianis Trash collection in bright green.

IC: The station will now have small tracked armored trash collecting robots running around collecting garbage. They will have sensors to determine if the particular garbage is hazardous and leave it alone. Otherwise anything small left unattended for too long will simply disappear, and garbage and salvage will also disappear. They will avoid people having motion sensing equipment.

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At the recycling facility being built in the junkyard. The ships were offloading nanite breakdown vats, designed to throw pieces of junk in and get separated chemicals, elements, and material out, and bionanite vats designed to eat and breakdown chemicals and other hazardous chemicals into their constituent liquids. A steady diet of leftover junk from the salvage was being fed into the new breakdown vats. There were solar smelters, metal shredders, crushers, and other equipment running as well. The Marianis Syndicate began shipping junk out to the new factory as it was being put together.

The junkyard was now filling up with ship skeletons. There were five salvage ships and three privateering type vessels in the junkyard by now. Also two cargo transports and what looked like a big construction ship. Construction mecha, robot probes, and men in hard shell spacesuits were tearing up a large swathe of the junkyard.

The "Merchant" class vessel "Earth Carrier" slowly moved towards the station, its cargo of food, water and building materials held securly in vaccum sealed bays. The ship also carried products that had been ordered by clients but had been unavalable on the station at the time. Including the emergany food and water rations orded by the Space marines, as well as a special gift for them. With a final push of its Ether drives the ship reached the docking ports and linked with the station.

Marcus, "So send in cheap disposable collector bots. Where too many disappear stop sending them. We'll pay for them."

IC: The station will now have small tracked armored trash collecting robots running around collecting garbage. They will have sensors to determine if the particular garbage is hazardous and leave it alone. Otherwise anything small left unattended for too long will simply disappear, and garbage and salvage will also disappear. They will avoid people having motion sensing equipment.


OOC:I don't know if they know they'll try to collect my gear that's stored in a docking bay or not, but if they do try, the gear will activate and destroy them if they try. Other than that, I think I can use those bots later on...

IC: Id placed his order, payed the appropriate fee, and then purchased a private room. He went, into a deep sleep. Those trying to open the door, would find that a Dense Black Fog had filled the room, and that no amount of light could cut it. Those who dared to try to venture into Id's room for any reason, would find themselves lost wandering a place where light did not and could not exist.

The next day, Id walked the station. Instead of a eager little red glow, It became a Red Energy that simply radiated from his body. Id had a human form, but was not human. He walked to the dock where his gear was, and waited for the man from Sephiroth who wanted to challenge him.

As the supplys were being unloaded from the "Earth Carrier" several Fio caste workers stpped and stared at Id, noting the red glow, before for shivering and returning to work. Several of them were transporting Dreamdust, a chemical substane that, in Tau physiolagy acted as a stimulant and was widly used by Fire warriors but was outlawed in all human communitys as it was seen as a dangerous drug. The only major problem for the Tau workers was that the docking port they had docked at was now inside the New Oxford control zone.

OOC:Though I'd let our forces get aquainted...Probly not in a friendly way though XD

Ri-An : If nobody is watching the gear, or there are no clear property indicators, they will attempt to cart it off. They aren't armed, just armored, so blast away. They will try and escape.

Ri-An : If nobody is watching the gear, or there are no clear property indicators, they will attempt to cart it off. They aren't armed, just armored, so blast away. They will try and escape.

OOC: Ok. It does have a physical property marking on its ankle, which is eye-level to the common human, marking it as Id's Gear, and belonging to the Sacred Empire of Ri-an. It has a similar electronic indicator as well.

And, The gear would crush them beneath its weight. It attacks with physical punches and kicks, just like we would, if either of us knew the Martial Arts. It does have phasers, but rarely uses them.

the batle brother got his orbital frame he growled ready

meanwhile next to the fes space marines could be seen erecting an imprial arms stall 2 dreadnoughts sttod out side

on the table were various imprreal and xeno weapons were aread the liberain behind the counter said spelical offer just got in 100 tau pulse rifles

many bolters could be seen

the marine returned to the fes wheres my order tau he growled is my bolter fixed yet

barkeep the batle brother said im prepared to pay 5000 metreias to keep her in drinks

he then turned to the no ofadian whom are you to say im buying her drinks

the batle brother got his orbital frame he growled ready

meanwhile next to the fes space marines could be seen erecting an imprial arms stall 2 dreadnoughts sttod out side

on the table were various imprreal and xeno weapons

"Follow me." said Id.

His gear walked out of the station, into the graveyard.

There were many ships.

One ship drifted slightly apart from the rest. It was of decent size, and with a few reapirs, could work again. Hooked his gear up to the engine, to allow for life support, and shields.

This being done, he appeared on the ground beneath his gear's legs. The ship shook somewhat at this.

"So, then, are you strong?" Id asked.

He leaped on the Orbital frame, and started beating the thing up directly.

The power of Id's blows, was not natural for a human being. What was his ancestory, that his blows were as strong as the force of a 2 ton wrecking ball.

The four foot tall collector bot banged into the leg of the gear, it was huge. It began picking up pieces of refuse around the legs using its tentacles It found some old tools which it fit into its collector basket. Then it scanned the thing. Too huge to put in its collector basket. Strange writing was on its legs. The collector bot rolled around some more. Some anntennae rose out of the collector bot. Beep beep boop boop. It took a few pictures, using a cheap illuminator. These were sent via live feed to the central base. Mycroft looked at the screen. Something of interest. What was that. Some kind of mech. The collector bot awaited instructions. Mycroft sent a simple message to the collector avoid mechs, collect in the bay. The collector bot began to pick up more things, an unmarked crate, some old cables, a pair of electrobinoculars one of the crew members had left out. It rolled around the inside of the hangar.

he blocked the blow and punched at id with his power fists

he blocked the blow and punched at id with his power fists

Id dodged the blow, grabbed the man, and threw him out of the Orbital Frame, and to the ground. Id teleported down to the ground, and delivered a Spin kick to the spine.

he grined and backfliped out of the way and threw a kick out at him

he grined and backfliped out of the way and threw a kick out at him

Id grabbed the man's leg, and twisted, hard.

ooc
he a space marinie hese waring power armour

ic he grunted as id grabed his leg and thought where is my chainsword

ooc
he a space marinie hese waring power armour

ic he grunted as id grabed his leg and thought where is my chainsword

OOC: Be that as it may, Id has natural inborn power. He's actually the High priest of Destruction, servant of The Devourer, The God of Nothing, Kajeenith. As such he's extremly hard to hurt at full power, like he is now, and has great strength. That's why this is a test of your strength.

IC:

Id flipped away.

He clenched his fist, His Red energies flared greatly, then channled down into Id's fist. His fist glowed bright red, and the movement of energy caused the entire ship to tremble and shake. Id punched the floor. Great shockwaves spread out accross the Cargo bay they were in, and the energy followed.

he jamp on to his orbtial frame thars what i was looking for he jamp dpwn weilding anevictor type chainsword

"We have repaired your Bolter, as well as recived your emergancy food and water rations. The are now being delivered by a group of Crisis suits. However, your Bolter is unusable since the ammunition is explosive and they are banned on the station. With this in mind we are also delivering a small gift, over 200 specialy modified Pulse Carbines. They will no work against Tau or off the station but atleast you will have some armaments other than Las based ones. We hope that this gift will help to facilitate further friendship between our two races. Also, we wish to purchase your entire stock of Pulse Rifle's, no questions asked on how they were obtained, as we would prefer some of our technolgy's not to fall into possible enemys." Said the Tau clerk.

he jamp on to his orbtial frame thars what i was looking for he jamp dpwn weilding anevictor type chainsword

Id smiled. The marines use of a weapon by its very nature gave him permission to use his powers.

He pointed at the Marine, an Explosien ripped the air around the Marine.

ooc rain ill reply in aminiute

hey tau whats the cost notice the imprial gunstore next door

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"We have repaired your Bolter, as well as recived your emergancy food and water rations. The are now being delivered by a group of Crisis suits. However, your Bolter is unusable since the ammunition is explosive and they are banned on the station. With this in mind we are also delivering a small gift, over 200 specialy modified Pulse Carbines. They will no work against Tau or off the station but atleast you will have some armaments other than Las based ones. We hope that this gift will help to facilitate further friendship between our two races. Also, we wish to purchase your entire stock of Pulse Rifle's, no questions asked on how they were obtained, as we would prefer some of our technolgy's not to fall into possible enemys." Said the Tau clerk.

lets see said the libarian 20000 metrias each we also have 5 tau raile guns and 2 tau pulse purster and a tau fire warrior battle armour

remeber your atatck on governer severuses prison

"We wil take them all, though maybe you will drop the price, considering we are GIVING you 220 Pulse Carbines to allow you to defend your selves and enforce order on the station, though we are not forcing you to do so." Said the Clerk with a smile.

ok say 1000 each and as for the rail guns and other stuff we can discus that

the pulse cannon we aint sellin just yet the adptus amchinus have finished with it but we cant be bothered to price it seen the two dreadnoughts out side yje libaran said off handely

OOC:The Tau don't have pulse cannons. Could you give me a slight discription of the weapon, or a picture. You maybe confusing a diffrent weapon as a Pulse cannon

OOC: Does anyone have any objections to me bringing in some NPC comman fow's...The arch nemasis of one of my clients...name begins with D (Send me a telegram with your guesses and if your right you can win....well nothing but you can guess anyway). They should pose a real challange for all of the existing Factions *smiles evily*. Also Peacekeeper command is your Laviathen a comman or hybrid, just out of curiosity?

OOC: heh, if you really wanted a great challenge to beat, I could bring in The ministry of Shadow, or Jiralyn, The Dark Priestess, Or I could bring in Kajeenith himself, who would be the Immovable object to the stations Irresistable force. But their all Magic based characters, so I doubt I could bring them in. Id is pushing it as it is.

No, I don't have any objections.

ooc its the mutlibarelled gatling gun from fire warrior that u you when adria takes over guiding you

Captain Sakura walked down the halls searching for a shop that sells Antimatter fual."there must be a shop around here some were......"she said to herself "If i don't find something soon we might never get back"
"Captain!"said Sergent Presea "our machanicst have found another problem with the Hyperdrive, its crystal focusing lens has just shattered so we can't expose the energy through it, without a new one we will be permanantly stranded here." Sakura stared in dismay, this was suposed to be their day in the sun, but now it seemed more like a nightmare. With a sigh she continued her search for the neccessary components to fix there ship and get home, heading in the direction of the F.E.S.

OOC: To reply to each of you, firstly its actualy a Burst cannon, though I understand why you thought it was a pulse cannon (Nice to see another fire warrior player)
Secondly I agree that magic wouldn't fit in, besides these guys are tougth enougth, they managed to wipe out the race that invented Black holes (have you guessed who they are yet? Post guesses to win nothing) And will probly push most players to the extream and cause lots of deaths XD

the battle brother walked to the haven crew member and said the imperial armsstore hase some antimater fuel

mean while the libary was testing one of the 220 pulse carbines light he said fast rate of fire not too bad underslung grenade launcher


ooc i play 40k table top space marine armys and fire warrior

OOC: and the good thing about the granade launchers are that they fire photon granades, which are none explosive so you can use them on the station. Granades will be supplyed at a later date.

OOC: To reply to each of you, firstly its actualy a Burst cannon, though I understand why you thought it was a pulse cannon (Nice to see another fire warrior player)
Secondly I agree that magic wouldn't fit in, besides these guys are tougth enougth, they managed to wipe out the race that invented Black holes (have you guessed who they are yet? Post guesses to win nothing) And will probly push most players to the extream and cause lots of deaths XD

OOC: Oh I don't mind if you kill Id a few times. He's already died at least twice. Kajeenith keeps ressurecting him.

I can't guess, because I don't know who or what your talking about.

OOC: One last hint, they are one of the few Si Fi villans to make it into the dictionary, and are remembered for there plungers...(Far to much of a hint but I feel nice so there you go)

OOC
Kajeenith would give you a run for the money i know he would

OOC: One last hint, they are one of the few Si Fi villans to make it into the dictionary, and are remembered for there plungers...(Far to much of a hint but I feel nice so there you go)

OOC: sorry, still no idea.

OOC: I can't contain it anymore. My clients are the Time Lords...and the NPC's are...Daleks! FEAR THEM!

OOC: I can't contain it anymore. My clients are the Time Lords...and the NPC's are...Daleks! FEAR THEM!

OOC: And?

Im guessing your not a Docter Who fan. I sujest you look them up on Wikipedia, but asa breif summay the Daleks are Xenophobic genosidle sqid like things that spend there entire lives inside metal battle suit things. They managed to almost wipe out the time lords (Who had mastered the laws of both time and space, basicaly uber beings). Since the end of the war very few Daleks have been killed, mainly because they have a VERY hard shell and have a weapon that cankill most organics instantly. It should be intresting to see how much damage a few could do on the station. Though Id would probly be fine the Tau, marines and other normal organics should find them a challange(I'm hoping that this could strengthen community between the factions on the station). Don't forget, read the entery on Daleks on Wikipedia.

a small fire team of baatle brothers walked down the promanade carring a pulse carbine each one said you to an cpa grunt drop your weapon or thier will be trouble

meen wile a fire team walked in to the fes a dilivert from the imprium they said hehind them hover sleds laaded with creates a gift from the imorum we modfied the bursters and rail guns so they cant be used against the imperium

OOC: Does anyone have any objections to me bringing in some NPC comman fow's...The arch nemasis of one of my clients...name begins with D (Send me a telegram with your guesses and if your right you can win....well nothing but you can guess anyway). They should pose a real challange for all of the existing Factions *smiles evily*. Also Peacekeeper command is your Laviathen a comman or hybrid, just out of curiosity?

OOC: Just a normal one, hence the brown.

Im guessing your not a Docter Who fan. I sujest you look them up on Wikipedia, but asa breif summay the Daleks are Xenophobic genosidle sqid like things that spend there entire lives inside metal battle suit things. They managed to almost wipe out the time lords (Who had mastered the laws of both time and space, basicaly uber beings). Since the end of the war very few Daleks have been killed, mainly because they have a VERY hard shell and have a weapon that cankill most organics instantly. It should be intresting to see how much damage a few could do on the station. Though Id would probly be fine the Tau, marines and other normal organics should find them a challange(I'm hoping that this could strengthen community between the factions on the station). Don't forget, read the entery on Daleks on Wikipedia.

OOC: I see. I think the Aquamarinians could handle them, if I brought any here. An Aquamarinian is a Octopus Relative, and all species of Aquamarinian have strong Psionic powers. though being weak physicly, their strong mentally, and though they don't know it yet, are beginning an evolutionary turn in forming a symbiotic relationship with the Gareens, a species thats almost as intelligent as the common house brick. Their incredibly strong though, physicly.

The commotion caused by the Sephirons attracted a New Oxford Patrol group, who promptly summoned a number of marines and powersuits.

Within moments two squads of powersuits and around twenty marines had arrived at the scene, surrounding the offending space marines.

"Violence will not be tolerated. You are to drop your weapons immediately and place your hands behind your heads. Failure to comply will result in lethal action."

The barrels on the vulcan cannons began to spin to full speed - a very definite sign that they were expecting a fight.

The CPA grunts, now hopelessly intimidated by the show of heavy arms and being extraordinarily outnumbered, quickly complied, the firearms clattering to the ground.

Whether the Sephirons would do the same was up for debate.

Sarge and Marcus were with Captain Cruonis at the base in the asteroid field. A variety of weaponry were laid out in tagged piles. They had figured out most of the hand weapons. They had come with instruction manuals. The phaser rifles, disruptors, plasma bolt, and energy rifles were fairly interesting.

A hangar contained ship weapons and devices they had stripped out of many of the dead ships. They did not know how many of the weapons worked and didn't have the technical expertise to repair them. There were two interesting weapons system, a phaser cannon, two photon torpedoes, an anti-matter energy generator, the remnants of a hyperspace drive, and a forcefield generator. There were also several things which were weapons but they couldn't even figure out what they were.

Captain Cruonis, "We're going to have to get some help with this material. I don't think we should experiment with "photon torpedoes."

Sarge, "We could send out a recruitment notice for weapons engineers, ordinance specialists, and the like."

Captain Cruonis, "We have to be careful, some of this stuff is very dangerous. We also will need reliable people."

Marcus, "We could try and get some people at the weapons mart to help us out. Of course there would be a fee."

Captain Cruonis, "Lets make some arrangements."

In the bazaar several recruitment multiple posters go up. "Seeking weapons engineers, ordinanace specialists, gunnery technicians. Apply in confidence to Email Box 456 Promenade station. Do you know ship weapons and systems we need your help. Truth scan required."

Sarge goes to several of the booths with the better quality arms. "We are seeking capital ship weapons specialists. If you know anyone who has some quality experience please let us know. We are willing to pay well. He leaves a set of applications for interested persons. Most are thrown out. A few are kept."

the brother sarget said friel off this is our sector he taped his comm i need reenforments here now
now xenos thiers a 100
he battle brother reforcment on route

he slimed werre the adptus astres more are enroute

The commotion had also drawn the attention of the Enclave security force (ESF), who quickly moved into possition, taking up positions next to the marines. "The marine is right, this is their sector and they have the right to do as they want. If you do not stand down then we will stand with them to defend their honor and right to hold this terretory." said the leader of the force. He then raised his burst cannon and it began to rev up to maximum speed. Within seconds the rest of his group, 4 more crisis and three squads of fire warriors: Each with 14 warriors) raised there own weapons, there commanders markerlights pinpointing the weak points on the battlesuits armour.

OOC: I see you have stumbled apon a fight, mind if I back you up? After all I have dyslexia as well and I we can't help each other then what can we do?

ooc sure and a fire team has some packages for uou at the fes

the 100 reforments came in hail said the brother sargent hail tau alies hail brothers thier pulse carbines were trained on the enemy do the maths the fire warriors right ethier you freil of or this will get ugly said the brother sargent our contingent is greater in this sector

Skura passed the guards and entered the shop,she walk up to the counter ?I heard you sell antimatter hyperdrive fuel,i need to talk to whoever is in charge of here....?she said

that would be me said the libarian how much do you need we dont keep it here because its explosive its on our ship 3 million metriaas for one tone of the crud

[OOC: The powersuits are rather immune most infantry weapons, owing to the design being based around making walking tanks rather than improving infantry capabilities.

The approximate scale here for armour is MBT level, while the vulcans are Aircraft level.]

The troops were unfazed by this show of arms, and the situation had quickly escalated to an almost full flourish of force, all factions bringing out entire garrisons.

"We are not here to provoke conflict, only responding to it. Honour has little enough to do with it. Our quarrel is not with your faction - These soldiers have been disturbing the peace unprovoked and without cause. However, further escalation is not alien to us and be warned that we are prepared to return fire. Should this continue, further hostilities are inevitable."

By the time the Sephiron reinforcements had arrived as well as the Tau forces, a considerable quantity of marines and powersuits arrived at the scene, their vulcans already spinning rapidly, as well as a number with heavy railguns.

The area was awash with little laser pinpoints focusing on seeming weakpoints on all parties involved.

At that stage an officer ran in, stepping in front of the powersuits and marines.

"This can only get worse. If you have any interest in maintaining peace, then I offer to open negotiations to resolve this conflict without bloodshed. And yes. Calling for further reinforcements will be interpreted as a desire to fight."

"This can only get worse. If you have any interest in maintaining peace, then I offer to open negotiations to resolve this conflict without bloodshed. And yes. Calling for further reinforcements will be interpreted as a desire to fight."

this is our sector said the brother sargent glaring the cpa was disterbing the peace of the imperial sector so the adptus was forced to step in we were on a routine patrol the one battle broter remarked id kill for my bolter avout now
this is our sector the so clear out the tau we tolerate but you dont just waltz in to imprium teertory like you own it a libarian steped forth i speak for this chapter he said the brother sargent is right you want to parley it will hapen on neautraul ground my self and 5 battle brothers and 20 tau and a small contingent of your force he said he turned to the tau can we use your sector for the parley

"Very well. We shall take the CPA members with us. I'm glad this could be resolved peacefully. However, if it is found that your soldiers were acting in aggression, we will be back."

The CPA grunts were taken away at gunpoint, all too willing to leave the scene. The New Oxford troops dispersed without further ado, departing for their rounds and much needed sleep.

The officer waited for everybody's forces to begin to disperse, before continuing.

"I agree that negotiations would best be effected in Tau territory, and would like to request that they send an emmissary as well. We shall send someone at 17:00 station time - be prompt. No weaponry."

Satisfied with quality of the New Oxford arms, Sarge decided to approach a New Oxford checkpoint with a proposal. He went up to one of the guards and said, "I would like to speak to a commanding officer if possible, I have a business proposal. We happen to need some help with some recently salvaged material."

He hands the guard a business chip. It contains an advertisement for Undersea and Space Salvage Cooperative, Military Salvage Division. A smiling brown haired human has several charts showing different ships and equipment being salvaged from deep space, then being refurbished. At the end of the advertisement, there is a picture of Sarge in a power suit holding his helmet. It says Sargent Smithers your military representative.

the libarian and 3 battle brothers and 2 dreadnoughts walked in to the f.e.s

The clerk working at the F.E.S. weapons stall noticed the arrivel of the marines and quickly went over to them. "Greetings marines, glory to your emporor. We have a delivery of 440 photon granades and 440 EMP granades for your battle brother's to use in there carbines. If you will just sign here we will send them to your base." he said, handing over a form.

OOC: The photon granade's from Fire warrior are not the realy ones. Real photon granade's are basicaly super flash bangs. And can be fired from the carbine's launcher to pin an enemy XD.

OOC: I think I have a solution, and will explain it once the meeting is underway.

IC: The Tau had sent for there best nagotiator to handly the talks. Por'O'Dal'Yth'Kais'Shovah. He sat in a meeting centre, reviewing his note's, while members of the Fire caste in XV 8 Crisis suits waited patiently to guard the reprasentatives when they arrived.

OOC: The Dreadnought's will probly have to wait out side though...sorry.

OOC: Since Sephiroth forgot me, I think I'll just go about repairing a few things to actually physicly set up my dark faction. I'll have to bring in a few other characters as well. My world famous Cookie cutter Aquamarinian characters, all of them with the same characteristics and personalities, except for King aqua himself. But its not that I'm unimaginitive, its just a side effect of the Psionic Hivemind, not that anyone will see their psionic powers, unless they want to.

Them and the gareens, which aren't intelligent enough to have personalities.
Seriously, their the only species in all creation that could flunk an IQ test.

I just want to know if the F.E.S. and other shops will be open, while all three of you negotiate a settlement.

Mine will be, can't close down a profit point.

Jenson looked at Celesta, "The name's Jenson," he replied. Then a beep came from his pocket. He reached down and grabbed a comlink. "Yes?" "This is the Captain. Get back to the ship now. We've got a lead on Bradley." "Aye,aye sir." He got up and, leaving his unfinished drink on the bar, walked through the crowd back to the airlock. After arriving at his ship, the other two sailors were waiting. "Looks like we got our man," one said. "And I just met a guy with some sweet weapons," said the other. "Check this out!" he exclaimed as he held up a wicked looking dagger. "Great for my wall, eh?" "Whatever, just get on board," ordered Jenson.

Shortly later, the ship detached from the station and began to move through the debris field. After getting through the hulks, it jumped to warp searching after its prey...

OOC:i will give you 27,000 Gald for it

and glory to the god emepor the libaryian smiled these battle brothers isntided to escort me he smiled and signed i instit my dreadnoughts stay with me as an insurance policy

OOC:Looks like we maybe in verydiffrent timezones as its 23:00 here in the Uk, so, you guys start and Ill post my realy good idea tommorow, and then we shall see

OOC: Since

I just want to know if the F.E.S. and other shops will be open, while all three of you negotiate a settlement.
ooc the imprial stores on lockdown an entire kill team of 75 battle brothers and ten dreadnoughts secruring it aka closed and farsight i repect ya

"Very well sir. If you would hold on a moment while I call my superior."

The marine sent off a subordinate to fetch the sergeant, who promptly arrived.

"I'm afraid we do not handle business proposals at security checkpoints, however I can take you to the commander's office. If you would leave any weaponry here, I can take you there promptly. Not to worry - we will keep them safe until you return."

---

Lieutenant Izadi also recieved a call and left the bar, dropping off his sidearm at a checkpoint before heading down to the Tau enclave with a marine.

He arrived soon after the Sephiron, saluting to the door guard and allowing himself to be searched for weapons. Having satisfied the guards that he was totally unarmed, he walked into the meeting room, the marine departing for his rounds.

Geral walked into the meeting room and sat down at a table, putting a small datapad on the table for reference and correspondance.

Sarge took several items from his vest-- 3 stun grenades, A vibro knife, and A high explosive rocket pistol. He looked upward and a war drone floated down, its optical skin changed from the surrounding areas color to black, a perfect antigrav spehere with a variety of weapons attachments. Sarge, looked at it, and said. "Stay here, sentry position 1".

He said, "Thank you, I'll follow your lead." He followed the soldier to the office.

the libarian smirked hello gerial he said dont mind the dreadnoughhts he said thier here formy protection he said

"The nagotiations can begin then" said Por'O'Dal'Yth'Kais'Shovah. "Firstly will you please explain the situation from your point of view and then I will see if we can negotiate a settlment" he said before contiinuing "I believe I may already have a solution but I would like to hear your views of the situation first, the Imperium may make its case first" before turning to the librerian.

the cpa was distebring the peace of the imprial sector so fire team epslion delta was ordered to detain them then the new oxfardians interptued a legel imoriumm aresst causing a code 3 sirtiation which merited deplot mend of imprial reefnorcments they invaded our sector and started to act like they ran int said the libarian

The dreadnoughts indicated to Geral that the Sephirons expected violence and disregard diplomacy. Might would not make right here, and if they intended to do so, then conflict was inevitable.

"I'm afraid there can be no negotiations while you refuse to place your trust in the Tau. If you are not prepared to leave your weapons behind when coming to the diplomatic table, we obviously cannot come to an agreement. If you do not remove your escorts and any other weapons you decided to bring from the premises immediately, then I bid you good day and any chance for peace is lost."

Geral picked up his datapad and stood to show he was most certainly serious. Nothing in his expression failed to impress the fact that this was no bluff.

---

Sarge was led through the apartment block and into a fairly spartan office, the plain steel-grey walls broken only by a large emblem and a blue strip running along the middle. The sergeant opened the door and led Sarge in, saluting to the sector commander.

"This man wishes to see you, Commander Remuo. He says he's got a business proposition for us."

The sergeant bowed and left the office to return to his duties.

"Well then, what's this business proposition that you wish to discuss?"

Sargent, "There are actually two. The first is that we have a large number of salvaged ship weapons and material from the junkyard which we don't exactly understand. While we can identify some of the weapons and materials, something called a phaser cannon, a "photon torpedo", and pieces of "slipstream drive", we do not know how to use them. There is also some material which we can't understand at all. We are looking for technicians and engineers to help us understand this material and how to use it. We are willing to share the technology and pay the engineers. This is a potentially dangerous job."

"The second is that we are willing to haul off any garbage or salvage material for free. We will recycle it."

he growled escorts leace the room

"Our on site facilities are currently able to handle the waste flow and process salvage. However, salvage cleared for resale is available at the retail outlet in the New Oxford section."

He pointed out a store within the New Oxford-controlled area on a map.

"With regards to your wish to hire our engineers, we can call in a lab ship for on site analysis."

Remuo moved a few documents that were obscuring a screen on the desk in front of Sarge. The display flicked from the standard emblem to a readout of one of the lab ships in the employ of the New Oxford government.

"The Arcturus is currently on standby, and can be called down within a terrestrial week. Hiring fees are 30 million standard currency units per month, including maintenance costs, personnel payrolls and subordinate vessels. The ship is escorted by two frigates, and the group must be hired in its entirety."

The screen lit up with the text of the hiring contract and a number of rules. While the contract was filled with legalese, the main rules and details appeared to be thus;

- The Arcturus contains a complement of 40 scientists and engineers, and has recently been refurbished.

- All data gained from the labship's analysis, correlations, etc. are the property of the hirer, however New Oxford retains full rights to its use.

- The labship contains a platoon of marines and a single squad of powersuits, and are to remain on the ship except at the captain's discretion.

- All resources used by the lab staff during the course of their work need to be paid for by the hirer.

- Any casualties will need to be compensated for, including reparation to the family, training costs, and equipment.
-- The powersuits are of particular note, as compensation costs are 150 million currency units, potentially bankrupting an expedition.

- Any damage and subsequent repair costs are to be paid by the hirer.

- Any New Oxford property recovered will be compulsarily purchased by the New Oxford Government for production cost.

- Items recovered of historical or archaeological significance may be purchased by the New Oxford museum at first preference.

- The captain may, at his discretion, purchase any specimen from the hirers. Any information gained from that specimen will still be forwarded to the hirers.

- Neither the Arcturus nor its escorts are required to remain in an engagement, and loss of any of the ships constitutes grounds for immediate termination of the contract and the charging of all losses to the hirer.

In all, it was a very expensive contract, and casualties would rapidly bleed the funds of Sarge and his benefactors (losing even a single engineer would cost them the equivalent of an entire month's worth of hiring), but New Oxford was a known scientific mecca and they would be paying for the best - scientists and engineers who were at the top of their field, unlikely to fail to analyse anything brought to them.

The safety procedures were also quite good, and any accidents were likely only to cost the Commonilaterians in repair and perhaps replacement.

---

Geral waited for the dreadnoughts to leave and the Tau to block the doorway off again before sitting down.

"The Sephiron marines were directly accosting a CPA patrol who were only causing trouble to the extent of walking around openly armed, as is normal for an armed police force in a high-risk area. While we do not agree with the CPA, the patrol that your soldiers accosted had yet to do anything out of line. Furthermore, when an explanation was demanded by our forces, your patrol called for reinforcements, showing they had little wish to explain their actions. It was indeed only upon our officer's intercession that the situation was defused. We are working to instate a strong security presence and simply claiming that we were, as you term it, 'acting as if we run it', does not excuse the fact that your soldiers were causing a disturbance and provoked the response. Reports from our patrol indicate that the fire team were simply waving about their firearms and using them to intimidate CPA force members."

Por'O'Dal'Yth'Kais'Shovah stared at first the Space marine and then the New Oxfardian before begining to speak. "I believe that the only way to stop an incident like this happening again is if a non interferance treaty is signed. To begin with the security and policeing of each factions section must be left solely to the factions troop, there must be no interferance by other faction troops. I sujest that Our faction sector to be placed in between your two area's as this will help to ease tention. Secondly the docking bays and residential area's must stay as unpoliced area's so that current residents feel safe. finaly there should be cooperation between our three Faction when ether a large group of criminals commits crime's within all of the sectors or a comman threat to all factions." Then turning to a waiting Earth caste drone and removing the Bonding knife that it held picked it up and removed the cover. "We Tau find that the only true way for an agreement of this magantude to be sealed is with the blood of those participating. So, if you agree with the treaty then place your hand on the table, with the palm facing up and we shall seal this pact." He said, holding out his hands, one with the knife and one palm up, the drone placing a document pad with a biometric sensor section at the bottom, seperated into three sections.

OOC: Hope you don't mind the blood seal but its part of Tau history. Also sorry i jumped the gun a bit but I've had this thing inside my head since the start and i need te space for other stuff, so sorry again.

"Non-inteference will adversely affect security efforts, as would the non-policing of docking bays and residential districts. If we fail to police those areas then the residents will become even worse affected, as those areas will become hives for contraband and other illicit activity. We propose a different treaty."

He waved away the knife.

"A single incident does not mean that they will occur on a regular basis. As such the factional control zones will be divided evenly between all those who have the capacity to police them. Each faction will be required to effectively curtail crime in the area, and must respond to threats within their control zones, and may pursue suspects into the zones of other factions. A security committe will be formed from all three parties, and will evaluate police performance - high crime rates are grounds for reduction in control zones. Corruption similarly so."

OOC: I hope you don't think I forgot about my plans to cause trouble for all three of you. The offer still stands, for anyone who wants to have a character in my faction.

IC: some time had passed since ID and the battle brother battled. They were both strong.

Id had taken a tour of the ship he was on.

He liked it. It just needed some, work.

He jumped in his gear, and disconnected it from the engines.

Then he sent off a three word message. It was not Help me please, as some might guess, it was actually Rain of Destruction.

Then, a bright flash occured, and out of Fluidic Space came a Whale ship, two Octopus ships, and three Clam shuttles. They clustered arround the single ship at the far edge of the boneyard. It was time to ressurect a skeleton.

"I need a large list of supplies, you followed through with great quality last time, and I'd like to use you again, for quality reassurance. I'm going to restore the big ship at the far edge of the boneyard. I already claimed it from the Salvagers and anyone else who might fancy it. What do you say, you up for a challange?" Id asked.

[OOC: That's going to be the fun part. Then I get to do X-Com style raids - the speciality of the powersuits.]

OOC:I sujest we put it to a vote, who ever gets two vote's gets to have there treaty inacted, with no complaints or hinderences from the other, agreed?

[OOC: That's going to be the fun part. Then I get to do X-Com style raids - the speciality of the powersuits.]

OOC: Could you spare a few details on what an X-com style raid is, for those who don't know what they are, like me?"

IC: Sorry, the big ship has already been chopped to bits-- the Peacekeeper Command Carrier already was scrapped if you had been reading the earlier posts.
Large portions of the junkyard already have been cleaned out as well, per earlier posts-- there are 3 large warships, a construction ship, and 5 salvage ships, and what looks like a large construction project and recycling plant sitting smack dab in the middle of the junkyard.

IC: Sorry, the big ship has already been chopped to bits-- the Peacekeeper Command Carrier already was scrapped if you had been reading the earlier posts.
Large portions of the junkyard already have been cleaned out as well, per earlier posts-- there are 3 large warships, a construction ship, and 5 salvage ships, and what looks like a large construction project and recycling plant sitting smack dab in the middle of the junkyard.

OOC: I take this from the Fourth Post.

"Take whatever trinkets you wish. Leave the skeletons behind. I like my skeletons."

It presumably meant, gut the ships all you wished, but leave the hulls behind. The floating corpses were trophies, warning off any ships with not-so-bright ideas.

OOC:
By taking and chopping to bits the ships in the debirs field, you have Violated the Third rule, because cleaning out the Debris Field completly takes away the hulls (skeletons), an action you were told by the station itself not to do. Therefore there must still be a ship out there matching the description of big. I never said it was the Peacekeeper Command Carrier, that was your assumption. I just said there was a big ship at the far edge of the field that I was taking over.

Now, you don't want to upset an indestructible station with irresistable weapons do you?

But lets have Peacekeeper decide. He did make the rules. Its his thread, he should enforce them.

[OOC: =<0 subtlety. Essentially what happens when there is absolutely no doubt that the target is hostile and you're going to be taking no prisoners. Shoot in the door, smoke grenades, strafe from outside, automated tanks... Gun down everything that moves then ransack the place afterwards.

The powersuits are generally too tough to crack with anything short of anti-tank weaponry, so they can just cut down everything that moves. Then pick up the bits afterwards.

In comparison to a normal raid, they use more destructive tactics - shooting openings into walls, flying through windows and generally turning the unfortunate building into a blown out hole.]

IC: Yes, there is a hull and a skeleton of the ship, but everything else is gone inside the ship. You can take the ship if you would like, but it will have no engine, no weapons, no insides. A perfect skeleton. Post #6 is the beginning of salvage.

By now the Commonii have built a base in the Junkyard. It is surrounded by a large circle of chained together ship skeletons. The skeletons have various graffiti on them, a wolf, a tiger, a tortoise, and various statements scrawled across them-- the greatest warrior wins without fighting, the snake grabs the swallows tail, beware of guard droid, etc. They have made no announcements about territory, it is simply there.

[OOC: =<0 subtlety. Essentially what happens when there is absolutely no doubt that the target is hostile and you're going to be taking no prisoners. Shoot in the door, smoke grenades, strafe from outside, automated tanks... Gun down everything that moves then ransack the place afterwards.

The powersuits are generally too tough to crack with anything short of anti-tank weaponry, so they can just cut down everything that moves. Then pick up the bits afterwards.

In comparison to a normal raid, they use more destructive tactics - shooting openings into walls, flying through windows and generally turning the unfortunate building into a blown out hole.]

OOC: Id could handle them. The Gareens, well, they've never actually been field tested.

i am libarian lucius of the deep eyes he said i agree to the taus sugestion

i vote for the deep eyes to enforce the law in the impriual sector

ooc my version of the ultra marines

IC: Yes, there is a hull and a skeleton of the ship, but everything else is gone inside the ship. You can take the ship if you would like, but it will have no engine, no weapons, no insides. A perfect skeleton. Post #6 is the beginning of salvage.

By now the Commonii have built a base in the Junkyard. It is surrounded by a large circle of chained together ship skeletons. The skeletons have various graffiti on them, a wolf, a tiger, a tortoise, and various statements scrawled across them-- the greatest warrior wins without fighting, the snake grabs the swallows tail, beware of guard droid, etc. They have made no announcements about territory, it is simply there.

The Hull was all I Figured there would be left. That's why I'm at the F.E.S. Forge. I'm going to make The Farsight Colonies richer. I planned on shining up the hull, restoring some weapons and defenses, and basicly converting the inside to Id's Arena, a big multi-purpose facility/ general hideout for Id's followers.

rain i want some of your faction to start a fire fight in the imperial sector

[OOC: Well, if it's outside the station they'll probably come in with HE loadouts and rocket launchers, among other things. Remote Control tanks, shields, flight... it's all part and parcel of the full package. Right, with the negotiations, perhaps you should propose something, Sephiroth.]

lucius spoke i propose the tau the adptus and the oxfardians patrol the dock aeras and resdiental a combinded patrol containing 5 battle brothers 5 tau and five oxdardians

"Alright, we'll compromise - the promenade is to be equally divided into control zones, while the residential and dock districts are to be patrolled cooperatively. While the notion of a combined force is laudable, our strategies are different enough that it would hurt our ability to patrol. However, the rest of my proposal stands."

"Alright, we'll compromise - the promenade is to be equally divided into control zones, while the residential and dock districts are to be patrolled cooperatively. While the notion of a combined force is laudable, our strategies are different enough that it would hurt our ability to patrol. However, the rest of my proposal stands."

geriel said lucius that is one thing we aggree on battle brothers tend to use over whelming force to achive thier objectives and we know the tau prefer small strike teams you prfer smmal units to at the time tha incidant ocured we we at an amber alert so you can under stand the battle brothers recation

[OOC: Did you just RP my character...?]

rain i want some of your faction to start a fire fight in the imperial sector

OOC: As long as you realise that those who only use ranged weapons are the lowest members. But all in due time. There are two things going on.

A) The negotiations of the peacekeeping forces.

B) I'm turning that hull into a base.

OOC: Actualy Tau battlesuit tactics are no that far off your own but we are more...subtle, prefering to use stealthsuits so the enemy doesn't get a chance to return fire however I agree that a joined force would be in efficient

IC: "I propose a slight change. Instead of deviding the entire promonade we take a mere 3km each So that other factions can set up sectors. I also sujest that each nation is responsable for policing the docking and residential area's used by there nation, but these should be proportional to the number of ships/personal. This way the original residence of the station can continue with there lives with out fear of there posetions being taken as contraband. After all we are not here to militarise this station"

OOC: I am against turning the station into a policed state, as this will hamper role plays. As such I will not be placing any restriction on trading in my sector, though crime will be stopped, though smuggling will not be a crime as there are no trade restrictions. I also feel that we need to leave space for others, plus the promonade is going to be about 1100km long if not longer so there is plenty of space if we all just take 3 km.

Marcus bought an old map of the station from an alien in the promenade. It mentioned a number of places off the beaten path, industrial construction district, dead zone, warrens, alien habitat zones-- high gravity, methane breathers, low gravity, slave and livestock market, station maintenance, station library and educational district, and many other zones. They hadn't even begun to touch what was inside the station. There were numerous corridors that led off the promenade into unknown territory. It was probably much bigger now. The map had a date from twenty years ago. The station had grown out of control. The old alien he had bought it from shrugged and said "You can never know what to find in this place, it is constantly growing and changing. We gave up mapping it awhile ago."

IC: The Commonii watched as the ship at the edge of the debri field was turned into a warzone. They really weren't sure what was happening, until they overheard talk about an arena on the promenade. An exciting idea.

OOC: The roleplayers haven't finished searching the whole station. There might be several other sections of interest in the station which we haven't gotten to yet. The station is huge. If we divided up the promenade, it would only be a portion of the station. A little exploration might be interesting to do.

Slowing from a moderate hetch six speed, an indomitable Peacekeeper Command Carrier and all of its escorting capital ships came to a halt towards the edge of the debris fields. Several of the drifting skeletons impacted on its flaring red shields, being deflected away as though they were nothing. The station did not react to its presence - it had not done anything hostile yet, unlike its gutted cousin within the graveyard. Its frag cannons and the hundreds of other weapons it wielded did not show any signs of life, which was apparently enough of an assurance for the station. Instead, two Prowlers and a Maurader emerged from somewhere within the ship, spiralling around the outer limits of their mothership before heading straight for the station. The Carrier was too large for the station to accommodate, and had not been designed to dock with other craft in such a manner anyway. The station sent them electronic copies of The Rules and their docking instructions as per usual, and they landed inside the hangars on the station which were designed to accommodate smaller craft.



"Everybody ready?" Lieutenant Cappar shouted to the back of the Maruader, which held fifteen Commandos in their jet black assault suits. The various clicks of pulse rifles being thrown up into the air and armed was enough of an answer, but one of them called "yes sir!" to make doubly sure.

"Alright then, we have three targets to accomplish," Cappar said, as he placed a holographic device on the floor. It flickered a red three dimensional image into the air. The first was a Sebacean male, firing a pulse pistol before running - which is when the image froze.

"Jaben," Cappar said. "A renegade Sebecean. He is an escaped prisoner, and a wanted thief and murderer. He is to be considered dangerous."

The hologram flicked to an image of another Sebacean, female this time, with long hair and from the way she wielded the pulse rifle she held, a bad attitude too.

"Celesta," Cappar said again, looking at it. "A renegade Peacekeeper Commando. Once a loyal officer within the Commando ranks, she was on a cleansing mission when she killed several of her comrades and escaped in a stolen Prowler. However, last report indicates that she has taken to excessive drinking and... other frivolities, and is not considered to be very difficult to apprehend."

The hologram flickered once again, this time displaying a larger image, that of a Scarran. The image showed him holding a dead Commando by the throat, whilst firing a frag rifle at something off-image with his other hand.

"Raelek," Cappar said with finality. "It is wanted by the Scarran Empire for treason, and it is wanted by us because it is Scarran. Not only that, but it has killed dozens of Peacekeeper officers, and High Command would like some... justice. It is a Scarran, and a good one at that, so its danger rating is extreme. Krim, that's where you and your frag rifle come in."

"Yes sir," Krim said, glee in his voice. His face was hidden by his helmet, but his joy at the prospect of killing a Scarran was obvious.

"There is also a Leviathan docked with the station," Cappar said. "It goes by the name of Rena. We want it and its Pilot, but while it is under the protection of this station we cannot get near them. The first person who figures out a way of encouraging it to leave, gets extra rations for the next cycle."

With that, the Commandos cheered and roared with laughter, saluted him, and made their way off the Marauder and into the station proper. Unfortunately, one of the Commandos exploded into a billion particles and blew dust everywhere the moment he set foot on the station.

"Frell! I said no explosives!" Cappar shouted. "Anyone else carrying?"

The Commandos who still had yet to exit looked around at each other and then nodded. Several of them dropped grenades, which clattered to the ground, and then continued to exit. Cappar sighed and left the Marauder last, sealing it up as he left.

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Raelek, who was on his way to meet up with Celesta (whom he had discovered to be in the main bar, as per usual) stopped briefly to listen to his bleeping comms.

"Raelek!" a voice came through.

"Yes, Pilot?" he growled.

"Rena just detected a Peacekeeper Command Carrier enter her sense horizon!" the panicked Pilot's voice called. "They just landed two Prowlers and a Marauder here!"

Raelek growled, putting his fist into the wall so hard it left a dent behind. "Pilot, Rena must not leave the station otherwise they will be able to attack you. You are both safe as long as you remain docked. Do you understand?"

"Yes, we understand," Pilot's voice said, calmer now.

"Good," Raelek growled. "Now, keep our comms silent from now on..."

He clicked his comms off and began pacing faster, which considering the length of his legs, was quite fast.

lucius noded tau i sugest a combined defence of the f.e.s

Captain Cruonis smiled, here was an opportunity to understand some of the alien technology which they had acquired. She began a passive recording of all the ships coming in from the peacekeeper. She did passive scans with equipment designed to not focus a beam on the ships, but do dispersive recordings instead, basically video, taking pictures, readings from any ships that passed close by, radiation detection, and other wide area scans, nothing on tight beam. She hoped to get a better understanding of what the functional weaponry and shields looked like.

She hooked her datalink into the ships AI core, and activated the wetware additions at the base of her spine to expand her memory. Images flowed past her of the salvaged equipment, whenever matches from the incoming data occurred she would flag them to show correlated use. She sent out a general directive over comlink passively observe the newcomers, no active scans.

OOC:Peacekeeper, you mind if I get in the way of you fighting your self...if that even make sence? I was thinking that my guys could have started a conversation with the pilot and are now in Rena when the alarm goes off. I will then have some knowlage on the peacekeepers and can decide wether to help or hinder you...probly the latter XD
Also, Ri-An thanks for deciding to purchase technolgy from my faction, though we will likly place limiters on them so that they can't be used off the statin or against Tau, meaning we can still completly disable anything of ours you use XD( make's life more intresting)

IC: "Than you Marine, we will accept your kind offer, though while in our sector you will not beable to impose impirtum docterin or enforce imperium law, only our law. Now, if New Oxford agree's to these terms then I believe that we can leave the final writting to lesser faction members and take our millitarys from a state of alert and back to normal status."

OOC:Peacekeeper, you mind if I get in the way of you fighting your self...if that even make sence? I was thinking that my guys could have started a conversation with the pilot and are now in Rena when the alarm goes off. I will then have some knowlage on the peacekeepers and can decide wether to help or hinder you...probly the latter XD
Also, Ri-An thanks for deciding to purchase technolgy from my faction, though we will likly place limiters on them so that they can't be used off the statin or against Tau, meaning we can still completly disable anything of ours you use XD( make's life more intresting)

IC: "Than you Marine, we will accept your kind offer, though while in our sector you will not beable to impose impirtum docterin or enforce imperium law, only our law. Now, if New Oxford agree's to these terms then I believe that we can leave the final writting to lesser faction members and take our millitarys from a state of alert and back to normal status."
OOC:
Then I'm afraid I cannot purchase from you. I will not be limited in what I can and cannot do with technology. Its not against you that's the problem. I don't need your tech to destroy you. Its the whole not used off the station thing.

OOC:I supose I could think about a compramise, its just I'm not to happy to hand over weapons to could be enemys. Anything other than weapons though can be purchased with out limitation though

OOC:I supose I could think about a compramise, its just I'm not to happy to hand over weapons to could be enemys. Anything other than weapons though can be purchased with out limitation though

OOC: The weapons are ship weapons to protect against random floating things in space that could damage the ship, such as Asteroids, and the occasional dead body that turns up without explaination. As well as a moderatly powerful shield to go along with it. The other things are going to be food replicators, an engine, walls, a computer, with Holographic capabilities, Various building supplies, beds, blankets, tables, chairs, and that's about it.

OOC:That should be fine, we have no problems with small point defence stuff, heck you can have a couple of gun drones if you want. As for replicators will micro partical foundary's do? They break things down to there particals and then reassemble them in the necessary atomic patten. Can make helium into Gold or anything realy, providing you have unneeded matter. The food'll probly taste rubbish though XD.

OOC:That should be fine, we have no problems with small point defence stuff, heck you can have a couple of gun drones if you want. As for replicators will micro partical foundary's do? They break things down to there particals and then reassemble them in the necessary atomic patten. Can make helium into Gold or anything realy, providing you have unneeded matter. The food'll probly taste rubbish though XD.

The Replicators I can get from home, I was just hoping you could make them.

(OOC: ICly there is no way my government is at all going to tolerate smuggling of any sort, but they recognise that this is too large a station to wipe out all smuggling so they're settling with pulling all of their property from the open market, as well as the really dangerous stuff.

Commonilaterianism: You can assume that you've contracted the Arcturus and it's arrived, if you wish.)

"We would like to be able to sweep New Oxford equipment and Heavy weaponry entirely off the market, and reserve the right to conduct investigations and raids outside of our control zone. We will restrict heavy patrols to our 3km radius territory and only dispatch light patrols of four marines in all other zones. We cannot condone smuggling in any way, but we do acknowledge that we have not got the resources to wipe it out. We will also patrol a 2km radius from any security post, but still only marine groups. This area is too dangerous for regular officers."

He tapped a few buttons on his datapad. A map of the station was projected onto the table, with the New Oxford properties glowing in blue, the Sephiroth in red, and the Farsight enclave in green. Fields extended from the main properties in their respective colours.

"However, to properly curtail crime in the area, we also need to at least lightly patrol out to 10km from our primary property and 2km from other properties."

A pale blue radius extended from all the properties belonging to New Oxford, corresponding to what Geral stated. It still seemed reasonable. Similarly so for the other two parties.

lucuis nooded i have had reports of criminals armed with bolters which were stolen from a transport ship five months ago the bolters have beein traced to this station if its ok with you gerial i would like to run a sweep in your sector

and tau can we run a sweep in yours

"Then we have an agreement, though in our sector we srictly prohibit the removel of any one or thing with out our aprovel, unless you have proof that it was stolen from you. The black market in this sector helps to support several world in this sctor and though we don't approve of it we do not wish to see these black markets collapse...until we have an established trade route to the planets that depend on there wares."

"Then we have an agreement, though in our sector we srictly prohibit the removel of any one or thing with out our aprovel, unless you have proof that it was stolen from you. The black market in this sector helps to support several world in this sctor and though we don't approve of it we do not wish to see these black markets collapse...until we have an established trade route to the planets that depend on there wares."

bolters are imprieal weapons and a transport ship destined to reply a an entire adptus chapter was ambused bolt shell and bolters we have proof lucius hands him a data disc as for the sweep it will be conducted by 12 battle broters and 5 dreadnoughts per sweep team

"Yes, we certainly do. I'm certainly surprised that you believe the black market is good for any economy, but it is your choice. So long as you ensure that no New Oxford property is present in your sector, we will give you no trouble. However, I must point out that both space marines and dreadnoughts are considered heavy troops in any book."

"What I ment was you may do as many sweeps or raids as you want, however, unless you find something that is deffinatly yours (e.g. a bolter) you must come to us to gain a seizure warrent or an arrest warrant. Even if you do find something of yours though you must still apply for an arrest warrant to arrest the person responsable, this will almost always b granted however and we will usual help with the arrest of criminals who have warrants, unless we are to busy to help.."

adptus dont arest they hand out summeray justice but that we will is 12 battle brothers and 5 dreadnoughts an over strength sweep force lucius sighed

"Once you have a warrant those it is for are under your law and so can be delt with as you see fit, and as I said we will help you when we can with your task"

"Only in your sector, of course. In ours, no weaponry may by possessed at all and must be dropped off at a security checkpoint. To each their own, I suppose."

He tapped the Tau district as marked out on the map.

"We will conduct routine investigations, and if we discover that you have been lax in removing our hardware from your district, we will be forced to do a complete sweep and possibly make extensive arrests. It is never a good thing to cultivate crime."

Running his finger across the pale and neutral zones, he continued.

"Areas under our control are subject to our laws, obviously, and neutral zones are to be dealt with at the discretion of the investigation groups."

indeed oh did you get the dilevery i had fire team delta deliver

he sat at the table extrrrmely bored

"Yes we did get the delivery and they are at this very moment being conveted into Helium atoms to by used by our molecular foundarys at a later date. As for controling crime in our sector rest assured than no cases of New Oxfard or Marine technolgy being sold on the black market will go un punished and the equiptment returned to its faction. Now, I believe that ths concludes the meeting, so if you will excuse me I must return to my duties. The Shas''Vre in the crisis suits will escort you both bck to your respective sectors. It has been an honor meeting you both and may wemeet again some day under friendlyer sercumstances"

"Very well. I bid you good day, gentlemen."

Geral stood up and left, escorted by the Crisis Suits. He tapped his datapad a few times, and waited outside the enclave for a moment before a marine came down to escort him back to the complex.

luciusnoded i have sweeps to orgainze

Nobody in their right mind would come to TĬ:Ă-7 (as it was abbreviated on Xanthalian charts); so he's been told. It is a place of lawless, backstabbing pirates and washed-up exiles. A place of danger and despair. Despite this, people have never stopped going out of their way to visit this inconveniently-located hunk of metal. For some it is a curiosity, for others a hiding place, for still others a trading post; for a foolhardy few, it has been a target for acquisition. For Cody Polovin it is all of the above, though he has never been so bold as to try taking the facility. In that regard, he has resigned his desire to the realm of impossibility. However, besides being just plain intriguing, it is a splended place to resupply, and has been a favorite spot for him to lay over since he stole his last starship.

At 195 centimeters, Cody is a strong, fast, and charming man, intelligent and suave: the type who manages to get laid no matter where he goes. His dark brown hair is clean-cut, thin beard stubble adds a dash of character. He dresses like a businessman, with a suit and tie, dress pants, and polished shoes belying his fierce independence. He and his crew are not famous or particularly daring. They are simply a diverse, ever-evolving group that has left behind the rule of law in favor of following their own ambitions and dreams. Cody himself has it good; a fast and powerful ship, a (mostly) loyal crew, and a streak of luck that never seems to run out, only fade and brighten with the times.

Today, he finds himself in debate with his chief engineer. They stand together on the umbilical connecting station to ship, captain blocking the way of his subordinate. "A beautiful girl like you has no business hanging around a place like this. Imagine what could happen. I'll tell you; there are crazy people out here. I'm sure you've heard the stories: the innocent young woman who came aboard to ask for directions; they found her battered and raped body slashed up outside an airlock, you know. Never caught the guys-" he pauses thoughtfully, "or girls, responsible."

"Well, thank you for the mental image, Sir," comes the swift reply. "But I'm no innocent little girl." She moves closer to the captain. "You should know that better than anyone."

It's an old argument, one that they have every time the ship docks here and one Cody has yet to win. His stunningly hot engineer, Sandra Collins, has a wit and tongue to match up with the best of them, and she's got a mind-boggling knack for electronics that many captains much richer than he would kill to get on their crew. "You, my dear, are a dreadful tease." Cody moves to embrace her. "I should take you back to my room and... hey, now!" She slips past him with a smooth motion, letting her breasts brush by his hands as she moves. Cody cocks an eyebrow. "That... was unfair."

"All's fair in love and war," Sandra chuckles. "Or hadn't you heard?" Cody begins to move towards her again and she draws her energy pistol. "Ahh ahh! No touchy!" With a wink, she steps backwards and disappears around the corner, boarding the station.

Cody sighs with sarcastic longing. "Ah, such beauty, how can I deny you?"

"Thanks Cap; you're pretty hot yourself." Cody turns to see Jennifer, his 6'7'' utilities officer, smiling condescendingly down at him.

Cody rolls his eyes. "I know, I know. Going..." He moves ahead into the station, clearing a path for the homely blonde. She's not the best-looking girl in the galaxy, but he's had sex with her, same as almost every other female or equivalent on the ship.

"You're such a playboy," Jen chides him as she emerges from the docking umbilical. "Someday you're going to come across a girl who wants you all for herself and you're going to break her heart."

"That'd be what? Number seven for me?" Cody crosses his arms in mock challenge.

Jennifer squints at him over her spectacles. "You are an awful person, and you're going straight to hell."

Cody chuckles. "Didn't you have someplace to be?" His officer leaves him with a disapproving glare.

Cody cracks his neck, loosening up the muscles. Even short voyages in the light attack craft he 'acquired' from the Xanthalian Labule make him feel a touch claustrophobic. The ship's original designation, KLZ-204, has been painted over, and the text Grey Hornet stenciled in its place. Looking out the narrow window at it now, Cody can't help but smile at the memory of the day that they stole it right out of drydock. With a wink and a nod, he leaves his ship in Omar's hands, heading for the nearest bar.

the battle brother patrol strolled down the promade tau pulse carbines held in thier hands the stoped at the nearest bar hey brother sargent said one of the battle brothers have we got time for a drink

the brother sargent frowned you know what the emepeor decreed about drinking on duty

Hakurabi: The Commonalitarianism were very happy with the offer of the Arcturus. They further offered Clone and Rejuvenation Tank Insurance as part of the package, to protect against any accidents that might happen to the scientists if any of the scientists wished to take it.

The Arcturus slowly approached the central station of the Commonalitarianism. They saw the hulks of ships being opened up. On closer inspection, they saw heavy construction mechs as well as construction droids, and hard shell suited workers cleaning out the insides of the ships.

There are three warships next to the main base. It is very easy pick them up on visuals, they look like a perfectly smooth black rectangle but even the sensors which would detect collisions seem to go haywire when they are close to the ships. A message is sent to avoid collisions, switch to manual when approaching the base, sensor jamming is in effect.

The Arcturus approaches the main hangar. Waiting in the hangar is Captain Cruonis with a detachment of scientists. The Captain is clearly modified, her eyes are a strange purplish color and her hair looks like silver wire. There are what look multifaceted gems covering her implants. A holographic tattoo of tortoise is on the back of her hand.

There is a military presence in the hangar. There are a number of suits of powered armor. It is clear that some of the powersuits would not be allowed on the main station, a few have fusion backpacks with heavy weapons.

You enter what looks like a large hangar. Captain Cruonis says, "This is where you will be working. We will provide you with any equipment you might need. Our data bank is top notch, it is connected with an advanced AI system called the Greater Synopticon of Entirty, some have nicknamed it "The Final Encyclopedia."

"We won't be staying here too much longer. We have to arrange for accomodations, each scientist will get a room with a bed, dresser, sonic shower, recycling toilet, computer connection, and a small locker for any possessions they may need. We have to key you in to the security areas-- do a biometric voice and bodyprint so you can have access to the cafeteria, rec areas, gym, computer access, and labs."

There are various components and weapons laid out in cordoned off areas. Containment devices, electromagnetic cages, a variety of scanners-- advanced atomic level neutron scanners, are placed around the room. The scientists in the area are wearing protective clothing and are directing droids to inspect some of the found material.

OOC: The warships look like this because of a combination of an antisensor field and a holographic projection inside the antisensor field creating a kind of a holographic one way mirror around the ships.

Cody steps up to the far end of the bar and hails the tender, calling for a martini. He looks along the countertop at his fellow drinkers. He smiles at Daniel, who works aboard his ship as a cook and doubles as a medic. Further along, he notices a group of scary-looking guys, about a dozen of them, all dressed in blue power armor with gold trim. Their insignia looks familiar, but he can't quite place it: a skull impaled upon an odd-looking sword. It's definitely scary; gives him a bad feeling. They look like military officers; but what would a troop of soldiers be doing way out here?

He is distracted from his consideration of the troops by the arrival of his drink, for which he pays immediately. Ever the smooth operator, Cody turns his attention to the woman sitting next to him. She's blue and scaly, but a woman's a woman, right? Besides, she's got great curves. He can only hope she's got the proper plumbing when the moment is right.

the brother captain puls out a pair of eclto binoclaurs target sighted he said

battle brothers he said move one him aresst protacal eplsion

5 batle brothers walk up to cody and said you are under arest for rasing an impreail suply ship and stealing over 1000 bolters and 1 million bolt shells they said leveling the pulse carbines at his head

Cody slumps. I knew I shouldn't have gotten mixed up in that whole affair. "Why, oh why does this always happen to me?" the captain laments. He smiles at the woman he's been wooing. "Apologies my dear, but it seems we'll have to cut this short. It's been a pleasure." He stands up, hands raised, but not before giving his crewmember a look out of the corner of his eye to get back to the ship and regroup.

Cody turns slowly to his captors, a cool, congenial smile pasted on his face. "Gentlemen, I applaud your efficiency. However, I'm afraid you've got the wrong man. My ship could never hold that much cargo. I merely picked over the scraps left behind by the real raiders. However, if you're willing to be reasonable, I believe I can give you just the information you need to retrieve your property and punish the real criminals."

battle brother cuff him ordered the brother captian

and he snarled why should the imperuim give a theif mercy he said now were going to h.q and your going to be quetioned refuse to awsner any of them and thy head will part company with thy shoulders

Geral was on his break, and in the bar once again - it seemed to be a hive of activity and if there was a place to scout out impending trouble, this was it. Oddly enough, he had yet to actually succeed in ordering a drink, owing to all the interesting things that have occurred in this little pub. He eventually just went to next door to get a coffee and returned to the pub, given that the bartender didn't seem to be serving.

The Sephirons had arrested a newcomer to this bar, who appeared to be some sort of self-styled Casanova.

He slowly drew his sidearm and without looking up from his drink, brought it right up against the head of the newcomer, pressing the barrel lightly upon the back of his skull.

"I would suggest that you cooperate fully with the Sephirons. They are not known for their patience."

An uncomfortable whine came from the pistol as the slug was heard charging up.

Seconds later, his point was proven.

the brother captain smirked hail oxfardian this is an imprieal operation kindly do not interfree it has to do with the stolen bolters

the batle brother cuffing cody whacked his head of the bar he growled in his ear next time i think your going to ressit i will cut your arm off with my chainsword

the brother captain snarled get the peice of trash out of here and into our holding cells

Cody grunts off the pain as stars dance in his field of vision. "That wasn't necessary, you know. I swear, there's no honor for or among thieves these days." He totters off along with the brothers resignedly.

OOC: Since we got that whole shipment and ship part worked out, I'll go ahead and assume the supplies were ordered ICly. Funds came from the Ri-an Department of Foreign Trade, electronic transfer.

IC:With the supplies ordered, and plans drawn out, Id sat in the bar watching the helpless man get dragged away. Let him get a taste of the law first.

Meanwhile, the base was being built, by Id's underlings.

he was thrown roughly onto a holding cell


libarian lucius said battle brother hans what have you bought me the suspect wanted for raiding an imprial suply ship sir

the libarian stood thier in his power armour very well
he said suspect what is your name

ooc lucius is a psyker

"Not to worry. I'm off duty."

the brother captain said did my troops over do it by cracking his head into the bar

"Yes. Usually it's best not to risk injuring their head when you're going to interrogate them."

you tell that to a pissed off battle brother any way he was only hit hard enough to make hism easier to control

"Cody Polovin, at your service," he replies with a tired sort of cheerfulness, now recovered somewhat from his head's earlier violent encounter with hard metal. "And as I told your men, I am not responsible for the attack on the supply ship in question. However, I did witness the raid, and I believe that I can help you identify the perpetrators." He gives Lucius a questioning look, sincerely hoping that these beefy brawler-types are smart enough to listen to him. After all, he doesn't much feel like losing his head today, or any other organ or appendage for that matter.

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Meanwhile, back on the Grey Hornet most of his crew has arrived back aboard. Lookouts have been posted outside the ship, and thick-headed Omar is busy fielding the pleas and suggestions of the crew in the ship's miniature messhall. They're a small band, no match for a contingent of fully-equipped soldiers in a fair fight. Anyway, without Cody there is a decided lack of true authority.

"This is bullshit," the pilot snaps irritably. "We should go look for him."

"Easy there, Bill," Jennifer says, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "He's already on their ship, remember? If we go over there and try anything, they'll just take us, too. Dan," she says, shifting her attention to the clean-cut medic who witnessed the attack, "Did you hear what they wanted him for? Is he in any danger?"

Daniel takes a deep breath, concern etched on his face. "It sounded like they were after the guys who raided that transport full of military ordinance a week or so back."

"Hold on, that wasn't us!" Omar cries in protest.

"Well, we did take the leftovers after those..."

"Tau," Sandra fills in the blank.

"Right, after those Tau guys had their way with it," Jack, their quasi-official navigator, finishes.

"Well, do you want to be the one to go tell them that?" Jen challenges, vexed. "Cody's a smooth talker. Us doing something stupid isn't going to help."

Omar pounds his fist on the table in frusteration. "Damn it! Fine!" He motions the others away violently. "We'll hole up for now. Sandra, try to figure out if there's some way to use the station facilities to teleport Cody out of there. Bill, see to it that we can get away in a hurry if we hafta. I guess the captain's gonna have to figure his own way out of this one."

"Hey!" he calls after the others as they start to leave. "Nobody gets off this ship until I say so, understand me? Get the stragglers aboard now and lock the damn doors behind them. God knows what those skull guys are up to out there."

i am brother libarian lucius of the deep eyes if i have reason to belive your lying to me see this chainsword he pointed to the weapon in his left hand geeus what hapens to your head who did you sell the bolters and the bolt shells onto talk quickly he said every minute i wait is a bone i break

Cody raises an eyebrow. So far this is not going well. "Then you'll cause me a lot of pain and gain nothing for yourself," he retorts. "You see, I am not the one you're looking for, and unless you listen to what I'm telling you you'll never recover your goods. So, here's the deal: be reasonable and let me go; I'll get you all the information I have on the people who attacked that ship and stole its cargo. I'll even be generous and hand over the guns and shells we took after they left. It's either that or you waste time torturing me while the real criminals get further and further away. Or perhaps you'd prefer to let someone else find them first?" He draws in closer, banking on the self-interest of his adversaries. "Whatever the reward is; money, power, prestige... it must be good for you to go to all this trouble. It'd be a shame to see it all slip away because you couldn't see past your own armor."

OOC: He's not lying. You know that, right?

he said ok your way but the threat about the chain sword stands

who did you sell them on too

we would be the favoured of the emepeors space marines

ooc thiers a transporter inhibor in the holding cells

The two New Oxford frigates were now docked at the station as well as the Acrturus. The scientists had been scanned and given biometric access. Their gear was stowed on the station in their lockers. Various requests had been made for data pads, different kinds of equipment, scanners, protective gear, manuals, and other materials. They were getting ready to inspect the equipment.

Before they started their work, they were given a tour of the station, regenerative recycling life support, biospheric minifarm, exotic garden, nanotech recycling plant and salvage yard, docking area, storage, labs, recreation area-- gym, listening rooms, library, AI center, space construction yard, and other facilities. Station defense was set as off limits for the most part.

"That sounds like a lofty reward," Cody says enticingly. He doesn't really have any idea what the man is talking about, but that's not important as long as he can foster a sense of urgency. The quicker he can get these guys what they want so they can leave, the quicker he can get back to courting the ladies in peace. He comforts himself with the mental image of the fish girl from the bar.

"I haven't sold any of the loot we took yet. It's all in my ship, along with the datafiles with the information you want on the people who took the rest. That's why you need to let me go. Until I can get back to my ship, I'm of no use to you." He smiles understandingly, quietly confident. He's on a roll, now. "I know you don't trust me, but think about what's in my best interest: if I run from you, you'll come after me. You are so powerful, that cargo isn't worth making you my enemy. I have nothing to lose by giving you the information you want. Once you have it, you can get back to hunting down the culprits, and you'll have an edge on everyone else who's searching for them because you'll know what to look for. You'll catch them, and the Emperor will favor you above all the other space marines."

indeed the 6 foot 11 libarian smiled my legoin would be his most trusted most favoured sons

we will let you go if you consent to a fire team searching your ship


lucius threw him a canteen of water her clean the cut on your head from your run in with brother hans

Sergeant Unver Thrimman came to the Sephiron Station HQ, having heard that the Sephirons were holding a prisoner and apparently having trouble making him talk.

"We've been informed that you have been having a bit of trouble interrogating the prisoner, and would like to request that we work on him for a bit."

Cody nods in thanks and pours some water in his hand, splashing it onto the open wound while trying to avoid dripping on his suit. "I knew that you were a cut above the rest when I saw you. The Emperor will admire your legion for its efficiency, and you for your wise command." He pats down the right side of his head once more with a dab of water, then closes the canteen, setting it aside.

"My crew can be very protective. If you were to try to board the ship, I might not be able to stop them from trying to rescue me by force. You would surely win, but I might be killed or the data you want damaged in the process. The only way to assure that you get what you need is to trust me. Besides, what's more important: disciplining me and my crew, or finding the Tau bastards that thought they could get away with stealing from the Emperor?" Cody throws the name in on a whim. After all, if a ship as well-armed as the one they saw stole from these guys, they must be enemies. Either that or really foolhardy pirates.

Cody leans in close again, speaking confidentially to Lucius. "I can get you and your legion the weapons I have and all the specs on the ship that attacked that transport in a half-hour. If you search my ship, even if I could be sure that my crew would let you, it could take twice that long. You can't afford to waste time while bounty hunters and space marines throughout the sector are all out looking for the raiders."

the space marine at the desk said please secure your weaponry in the weapons locker proveded behind you and i beleive brother libarian lucius is interoagating him the marine muutered ''poor bastard'' lucius is feared amoungst us deep eyes hes apoweful psyker and an excelent introgator

mmen while in the holding cells so be it lucius said sorry for brother hans's rough treatment of you

"He was just doing his job," Cody says reassuringly. "You have a very strong and loyal legion. I will go to get the data and weapons you need." He looks behind him at his hands, still cuffed. "But it'll be hard to work if I'm restrained."

ok but i must insit i come with you if you run expact a fatal hole in the back of your head he un did the cuffs

"I wouldn't dare," Cody says, and means it. "Now, let's go. We shouldn't waste any more time."

The two of them make their way off the ship and back to the Grey Hornet at a quick trot, where they are met by a sealed hatch. Cody presses the intercom. "This is the captain. Listen up, I need you to offload all the weaponry we took off that transport last week after it was attacked by the Tau. Bring it out to the airlock. Sandra, download all the sensor data we gathered on the Tau vessel and its vectors and put it on a datapad. We're handing it over to the... proper authorities." He looks back at Lucius with a smile and a nod.

The reply comes a few seconds later, a gruff, deep male voice. "It's good to hear your voice captain. Are you alright?"

"Never better, Omar. No dilly-dallying now; the quicker you can get it all out here, the quicker we can go back to enjoying our stay in peace." He cuts off the intercom with a flick of his finger and turns around to face his captor. "Shouldn't be long."

Unver put his sidearm in the locker and went up to the holding cells where Lucius was interrogating Cody.

There, Lucius seemed to be losing control of the interrogation, and Unver walked up to him.

"I'm here to assist in interrogation, if you would allow me to operate on the subject."

lucius lowers the long las as you wish i warn you if your crew shhot at me i shoot back and i shoot to kill

Unver put his sidearm in the locker and went up to the holding cells where Lucius was interrogating Cody.

There, Lucius seemed to be losing control of the interrogation, and Unver walked up to him.

"I'm here to assist in interrogation, if you would allow me to operate on the subject."
brother hans spoke brother libarain lucius and the prisonor have left a trade the prisonor for the weapons and data but i know lucius he will kill the prisonor when he gets what he wants

"Damnation! I need to get down there now! Which hangar are they heading to?"

When he was told, he took out his datapad.

"This is Sergeant Thrimman, get a powersuit squad down to hangar G23 immediately! There's going to be a situation!"

And with that, he bolted off, pausing only to grab his sidearm.

"Well then, let's hope they won't," Cody says easily. It is only ten minutes before the first cargo container comes out; a big, heavy thing that takes four people to carry. It is followed every five minutes thereafter by another, until there are three.

"That's it, Cap," a young male crewmember says as his companions return to the ship. "That's all the weapons."

"And the data?" Cody asks.

The crewman hesitates. "Omar thought it would be best to wait until you were safe, then transmit it to... your friend there. You know, so he doesn't try to double-cross us."

"Ah," Cody says. He looks back at Lucius. "What do you think? Let me go, or should I waste another ten minutes arguing with my first officer? It's up to you."

i could have a group of tech priests from my ship forcibly take the data but i want the data now no data no deal he raised his long las and trained it on codys head advise him to give me what i want

A breathless Sergeant Unver managed to arrive at the scene with a squad of powersuits before the conversation went any further, running straight to the Sephrion and Cody. He had been running all the faster because of recent information garnered from HQ. At first it was a mere desire to properly track things down, but now a new threat had arisen.

"We've got reason to believe your life is in danger. There have been sightings of Emerald Cult members onboard the station and they will be wanting to seize any heavy weapons they can find."

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A group of green-cloaked humanoids, their faces obscured by hoods, had indeed been asking around about heavy weapons. The efforts of the New Oxford military had mostly denied them that, but they had discovered that there was a large cache of weapons to be found at the hangar.

Moments later, a fairly large group of similarly green-cloaked people entered the hangar, looking rather threatening

"Your lives are forfeit. Your weapons are now the property of the Emerald Cult."

so he taped his coms on his shoulder i nee 100 battle brothers and 50 dreadnoughts here to escort the goods back to base his finger sliped in to the triger gaurd i am capible of secruring imprial proterty oxfardian he snarled

he shot one of them then said ailli help her and those bolters are useles thier d.n.a coded to the emebers of my chapter so you cant use them

"Take cover damn you!" yelled Unver as he leapt for cover, as did the powersuits, who quickly put the crates between them and the cultists. They were nasty sorts - cyborgs with automatics.

The green-robed figures pulled an assortment of automatic weapons from their robes and opened fire on the people in the hangar. Within moments the air was thick with bullets, bolts, lasers, pulses and other assorted projectiles flying about.

lucius draged cody behind the crates he whooped as the refenorments came in all guns blazing the dreadnoughts with 2 las gatlings on thier arms opened fire the batle brothers opened fire with pulse carbines lucius sniped at the emerald cult members he yelled fire in the hole and lobed a modfied photon grenade lucius shouted to uvair if yo can hold them of my comrades can get these to safety

(OOC: Response time isn't *that* fast... It takes time to organise and send in reinforcements, especially at that scale. Don't forget that the promenade is kilometres wide.)

The cultists had succeeded in blocking off a number of entryways, and the Sephrions and New Oxford troops would need to take a longer route. It would take perhaps three or four hours for enough forces to arrive. If there was one thing to say about the cultists, it was that there were a lot of them.

"We need to get a full force down here stat! The cult's made their move!"

in deed i have a full chapter of 1000 batle brothers on the station i can call them all if you wish and 200 dreadnoughts

sone of a bitch lucius swore these guys are tought to kill i have 7 grenades left oi unver take this he trow a bolt pistol at him

"Get them down here, tell them to use the side passages. If you've got any already on patrol, divert them stat. We've got as many as we can coming down here."

Unver lobbed a pulse grenade into a clump of the cultists, blowing them across the room.

A powersuit leaned out and mowed down a line of them with his vulcan cannon.

coms to all deep eyes forces coeme here at once i repeat i want all 1000 battle brothers and 200 deadnoughts here now take the side pasages he lobed two grenades into agroup of cultists take that you bitches he shouted

Sha'O'Voir'La'Kais'Shi smiled to her self. She had been watching the Marine Librerian for a while now, with several groups of stealth troops as well. She knew that eventualy the Marines would get into some kind of trouble and that they would then have the chance for an honorable battle. Over the group com she sent a single order"All squad's, open fire, lets get the Marines our of this mess". With a slight wheer the burst cannons of the XV 15's went to action on the green clothed Cyborgs, the pulse plasma cutting them to ribbons. By the time the remaining Cyborgs had realised what had happened and turned round the group had already relocated to the Librerian and New Oxfardian, helping to give cover fire while still stealthed.

1000 battle brothers and 200 dreadnoughts arive lets clean em up shouted the libarian for the god emepror

Marcus swore, the entrance to the shuttle home had been sealed off. The shuttle door was sealed. Some groups of people were fighting. It looked like there were a bunch of green robed figures fighting New Oxford Space Marines. He looked down the tunnel. Then he decided to act. The New Oxford Marines had a contract with the Commonalitiarianism. Marcus had fast twitch muscle grafts so he was a lot faster than most humans. He quickly pulled two grenades from his bandolier and threw them into the center of the green cloaked figures. Two 4 meter circles exploded in powerful arcs of electricity frying the electrical components on several of the green cloaked cyborgs figures. He ducked behind a corner and drew his volt pistol and his plasma bolt pistol checking their charge.

lucius poped his head from cover an pointed his longlas at marcuses head idenfofy your self or i fire shouted the brother libarian

Marcus said, "I am Marcus Ohyes from the Commonalitarianism, these green bastards are fighting the New Oxford troops who we have a salvage contract with. Plus they are blocking the way to my shuttle home." For a moment he seemed to be talking to himself, "Sarge round up the men, we need to clear a path to the shuttle if we want to get home." He was speaking into the bonephone implant in his jaw.

the guys in blue power armour ar my troops he said son of a bitch my long las is empty

he switched to the pulse carbine

"Glad to see you! Alright men, let's make a push for it!"

The green-robed figures' ranks were thinning rapidly now, as more reinforcements arrived. Their implants were doing fine up until the point where the primary armament ceased to be simple pistols and rifles and crossed over into heavy weapons territory.

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Their foes' ranks were swelling rapidly now, and the cultists knew that they would not be able to succeed in capturing the weapons whole.

A group of them cut open the nearest container and some of them started taking as many of the smaller crates inside as they could and running with them.

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"Right then, let's push them back to the docks!"

The four powersuits and a second squad which had arrived moved out as a line and mowed down the cultist swarm until they were pushed back to the docks section, after which they formed some of the fallen crates into makeshift cover.

ooc the creates are made of adamtium virualy unbrealable the code lock is encrpted

the opened fire on the cultist all 1000 of them firing bolters at them

An armored hovervan pulled up next to Marcus, he heard the voice of Sarge, hop in through its speakers. Marcus jumped in the back. The words Marianis Waste Management were written on its side. Hurrurrugga the Wookie was driving. He floored the van and attempted to run down some of the fleeing cyborgs on the way to the docks. There was a smack thunk sound as two of the cyborgs were mowed down.

(OOC: They're going to find a way - cutting lasers for example. Besides which, that's what they came for.)

The crates clattered to the ground as the cyborgs were losing ground. Five or six managed to escape with the crates as the combined forces pressed in and cut them to pieces. It would take a while for more to arrive, but they had cloning tanks set up (somewhere) and would be able to slowly replenish their ranks.

ooc plus the weapons are dna coded to the deep eyes

ic reload said one brothe sargent

Sargent and Marcus were glad to have made it to the loading docks with their remaining men on the station. They quickly piled onto the shuttle closing the loading door behind them. Their men were glad to leave to get back to their new station. Hurrurrugga pulled his armored hover car out from next to the shuttle and headed deep into the bowels of the station in the industrial and manufacturing sector to the Marianis Waste Management headquarters.

The crewman from the Grey Hornet is killed instantly, the moment the fight begins. As for Cody, he somehow manages to leap from behind the rapidly-disintegrating boxes and into the corridor leading to his ship just before a stray projectile hits the control panel and seals the door behind him. He hightails it to the ship, where he hits the intercom immediately. "Omar, release docking clamps! Get us into open space!"

"Sir, there are hundreds of ships shooting at each other out there!"

"Well, let's hope they're too busy to bother with us; because if we don't launch now, we're going to have a couple dozen very big, very angry marines in power armor as guests. I'm coming up, get going in the meantime!" Cody dashes to the ladder and begins climbing to the upper deck as the Hornet's airlock seals behind him.

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The gel disengages from Commerce Station Alpha-Seven with a rush of air as the docking umbilical depressurizes. Shields are up in seconds, and the quick, small ship accelerates away from the combat area.

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"Captain! Gods be praised!" Jen says with a rush of emotion. "I could kiss you, you son of a bitch."

"Later, perhaps," Cody says dryly as he takes his seat on the bridge. "Tell me we're heading for planespace, Bill."

"Best idea I could come up with," the pilot says with a grin. "Twenty seconds to transition."

Omar beams. "I held things together for you pretty good, eh? Oh," he says, remembering the datafile. He pulls it from his pocket. "What do you wanna do about this?" Cody snatches it, looking it over, then tosses it to Jen.

"Heads up!" She catches it without even turning around. "Transmit that to our Imperial friends." He responds to Omar's questioning look with a shrug. "That thug saved my ass. Well, after he was done threatening to break my bones and put a bullet in my head anyway. It's the least I can do."

"Transmission complete!"

"Planespace... now!"

The gel sends all the data on the Tau ship to the Battle Brothers' ship just before vanishing from normal space. Somewhere in a strange, two dimensional universe, the crew of the Grey Hornet breathes a collective sigh of relief. Cody sighs right along with his crew. "Well now, that wasn't so bad." He hits the intercom. "Sorry everyone! Shoreleave is cancelled until further notice!" He stands and advances toward his utilities officer. "Now then, about that kiss..."

He dodges the pad even before she throws it. Jen glares back at him with a mixture of admiration and disdain. "Jackass."

OOC: I'm outta here. This kinda uber-combat is way out of my league.

OOC: See ya later :)

(OOC: For that matter, I think a cultist might be a good candidate for Id's little organisation...)

(OOC: For that matter, I think a cultist might be a good candidate for Id's little organisation...)

OOC: I thought that same thing...

ooc may be id could try and recruit a few ''fallen'' battle brothers


ic target vessel is escaping sen 4 thunder hawks after it said the crew man on the bridge

OOC: Would anyone mind if glossed over the the days it will taqke to comeplete my base, or would there be too many objections. I'll be able to make things that much more intresting, quicker.

ooc nah a fallen battle brother is a choas space marine

ic the cult are cowards growled one batle brother

(OOC: Yes, I think that it might be fine to jump a few days.)

The cultists were now lying in pieces, almost all of them turned into jelly by combined heavy firepower. A few had escaped with weapons, but mostly they were just dead.

The last one stood for a moment, shaking his fist.

"You will rue this day that you crossed the Emerald Cult!"

It was a marvellous scene, as a powersuit stepped up, vulcan spinning.

"To hell with you and your precious Alpha Mind."

The cultist's eyes widened at the sudden knowledge that his foe knew their god, before he was splattered across the wall.

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Delta-6-Alpha stood in the altar room that had just been built. Six acolytes were kneeling before him presenting the crates that were captured in the earlier raid.

"You have done well, young acolytes. Take them to be processed."

"Yes, O proxy of the great one."

The acolytes bowed before picking up the crates and taking them to be broken open and their contents modified to the cult's twisted purposes.

Delta-6-Alpha changed from his religious attire and into less conspicuous attire, though he wore a little green collar with a lower case delta symbol, and a lower case alpha symbol on either side on the front.

A keen observer with the right knowledge would recognise him, but since the Alpha Mind had mandated that no fighting would be done without proper attire except in self defence, the Oxfordites had yet to be able to detect them outside of their signature robes.

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Back at the Docking area...

The powersuit turned towards the battle brother who had made the comment about the cultists being cowards.

"If psychotics flying missiles at you is cowardly then you might need to rethink your priorities."

Cleanup had begun, corpses of cultists slowly being hauled off in body bags. The labs would want to have a look at these things.

Sarge said, "Whoo am I glad to get away from that crazy place. Too many sentients trying to kill each other."

Marcus, "Yay, I'll be glad to get back to the station."

Sarge, looking dreamy, "I'm going to chase me a rabbit droid in the recreation center, and take a nice relaxing nap." He scratches under his chin with his modified paw.

The shuttle clangs into the dock at the Commonii station in the junkyard.

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The Arcturus scientists are ready to begin with the various recovered items. All forty of them have just came back from breakfast. They come into the large hangar with various items laid out in different positions. One of them whispers, "What are they doing with a stasis chamber in the middle of the recovered weapons?" to another scientist.

There are many things which they recognize fairly quickly, a phaser cannon is one of them. They are a little surprised at some of the equipment they are given to work with, a lot of if it is new to this area of space. They break up into teams to examine the different items.

One of them walks up to the Chief Engineer of the Commnii, Elton Winks, "We've identified and can explain two of the items fairly quickly. That is a phaser cannon, and that is a stasis chamber. We are writing the specifications up for them right now. We've broken up our groups into five teams of eight people each."

Further followup on the found weapons systems:

Most of the Peacekeeper Command weapons proved unusable. They were powered by a strange oil which was unsynthesizable. The oil was a strong energy carrier and was much more energetic than most synthetic fuels. There was something labelled frag cannon which fired shells from a tribarrel railgun type mechanism but the shells contained the strange high energy oil so the ammunitions was not manufacturable. It was possible to replace the shells from the frag cannons.

the batle brothers returened to patrol the dreadnoughts and luci

lucius walked down the promade escorted by the 200 dreadnoughts he walked in to the bar and shouted this is a raid

OOC: The 'main' bar is a no-go area for faction types, so the station won't allow you to 'raid' it. Unless you're raiding one of the makeshift bars which have been established all over the place by various residents of course.

ooc the main bar is lucius drinkin' hole


lucius snaped dreadnoughts trough to five in here

OOC: Well he can drink there as much as he likes of course, but the station itself earns currency from the bar, so it won't allow factional types to start throwing their weight around in there, if you see what I mean.

OOC: Thank you.

IC: A few days had passed...

Id again, was on the station, walking it. That was all he ever seemed to do. Walking, watching, and looking. Only this time, he sought a particular person, the Emerald Cult that had stirred up all the trouble in the docking bay a few days back.

The scientists had managed to get the stasis container open. There was a hairless man inside with a barcode on his forehead, a tattoo on his arm read "Manpower Inc." He was wearing a simple one piece blue jumpsuit.

After a while it opened its eyes and said "Where am I? and what assignment do I take? Manpower is great. Happy workers are good workers. He smiled, his teeth were perfect, his skin had a slightly bluish tinge and his eyes were a pale red clearly identifying him as a not human genemodified clone.

They had recovered several hundred of the stasis capsules. They weren't sure what to do with them. The first thing though was to get rid of the tattoos and offer them a chance for new life.

Most were programmed for absolute loyalty to their current employer having very little self will. If left alone they would simply go over to whoever offered them a job and stay there for the rest of their lives.

OOC: Manpower Inc. had been one of the major firms producing genemodified slaves for purchase over a hundred years ago. Most countries banned them, these stasis capsules had been left floating in the junkyard for over a hundred years.